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A tarot spread to begin looking into one of your past lives. This is just to start you off, it is not going to be extremely detailed.

1. Start of Life: your childhood of this past life, the early years, how you acted and what you experienced

2. Teenage Life: how you behaved in your teenage years and what you experienced

3. Young Adult Life: How you acted as a young adult and how you began your entry into adulthood

4. Adult Life: How did you act? Possibly may tell you about your family and career.

5. Late Life: What was the last years of your life like? Possibly may tell you what lead to your passing.

6. How people saw you: how did people around you perceive you? How did you carry yourself in public?

7. Your inner self: what was your true self? who were you behind close doors?

8. Your purpose: what was your purpose during this life? Did you achieve it?

9. Soul Mate: did you encounter one of your soul mates in this life? Who were they to you? A lover? A friend? A family member?

10. How does this life affect you now? What has carried over from this past life to your current one? Did an experience from this life cause you to behave a certain way now? Has it affected your views?

On a Dare II [M]

Summary: Kihyun and I have only been dating for a week when Monsta X starts again with the games. This time they dare me to take a pregnancy test.

Rating: [M]

Warnings: Too much sex, daddy kink, light bondage, rimming

Previous part is here: On a Dare


Monsta X’s flight landed at 2:30 AM and I was standing there at the gate, checking myself over one last time. I had to make sure I looked good in my trendy off-the-shoulder sweater, skinny jeans and high heeled booties. I quickly pulled out my compact and checked my hair and my lip gloss, making sure they were neat and gleaming. I made kissy faces into the mirror, humming a happy little tune….and then I realized that I must have completely lost my mind.

I couldn’t believe I was behaving like this just because Kihyun was gone for one stupid week. I had given up on sleep and driven here in the freezing cold and snow in the middle of the night just to pick him up, even though the group had a driver to take them back to the dorms.

I figured that I was only this eager because Monsta X had been sent on a surprise trip out of the country right after we became official and I hadn’t seen him even once since then. We text here and there but he was always really busy. It wasn’t that I had missed him a lot, or anything like that, it was just that the situation felt weird.

Things between us had changed so much and so fast and then he was just gone. It had started to feel like maybe I had just imagined it all. I was half afraid that he would come back and we would fall back into our old routine of trading insults and hatred. I just had to see him again to confirm my feelings. Or maybe what I most wanted to confirm were his.

He said he loved me, but did he really? It wasn’t like he said it straight out or anything. He didn’t give me some mushy confession that made my eyes water. He didn’t even say ‘I love you’ he just said ‘I do, by the way.’ Did that really even count?

That nagging question was what had gotten me out of my cozy bed that night. Still, it worried me. I had warned him not to expect me to fall all over him being all sappy just because we were dating, yet there I was – nearly as obnoxious as that chick in Twilight.

Dear God, please don’t let Wonho make fun of me?

It just seemed like something he would do. Knowing that my love for sleep was on a Hyungwon level, Wonho was bound to find my presence suspicious, if not downright hilarious.

Maybe he’ll let me off this one time? I mean, as my best friend what does he really gain by embarrassing me? Nothing!

The flight deboarded and I moved closer to the gate. I practically had to restrain my joy as I saw all my friends coming down the ramp with their bags. I guessed I had missed all of them more than I had realized. Life was kind of boring when they weren’t around.

My eyes zeroed in on Kihyun who, despite the late hour, looked utterly amazing. Everybody else was dressed pretty casually, but he had on a red jacket, black jeans and a wine colored turtleneck sweater and his hair was perfectly styled. He looked like some kind of model from a luxury catalog.

When our eyes met he smiled and his eyes lit up. My heart leaped into my throat.

Oh my God. Wait, no. Don’t look happy, Hani. Look cool. Yeah. That’s it. Just stand there and look cool and collected. You can’t have him thinking you were sitting around bored and pining for him. Even if maybe you were.

I tried, but I could still feel a little smile form on my lips, too. It grew more and more the closer he got, and my heart rate accelerated. He started walking faster, trying to look inconspicuous about it but now making his way out in front of the others.

I couldn’t look away from him, all I wanted was to feel his arms around me. There was no holding back my smile anymore as he approached me. Now just an arms’ length away he raised his arms to hug me…

And then I was tackled from the side.  

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Jerome's Adventure

Jerome Gif (x)

Part Two

Summery: When Arkham starts assigning patients to specif doctors Jerome isn’t happy to find he has to share his favorite doctor with Aaron Helzinger. Naturally Jerome has just the plan to fix his problem.

Jerome Valeska x Fem!Reader


“Jerome your doctors back.” Barb muttered as she sat down next to the boy who perked up as he spotted you chatting to a guard.

“She isn’t with the nasty doctor this time.” Someone whispered and Jerome grinned as he span to face everyone.

“She passed her tests last week, gave me a bar of chocolate because I behaved during her tests, because of me she got top marks and one of the other test subjects tried to eat his doctor.” Jerome burst into giggles and you glanced over at the noise.

When you crossed the room, and stopped to speak with Aaron, Jerome stopped laughing and watched the two of you carefully. You turned your back to Jerome and nodded as Aaron spoke to you.

“All right you lot out into the big room.” One of the guards yelled and banged on the metal fence as a door opened and people were herded into the room.

You pointed for Aaron to follow after Barb, smiling when Jerome skipped over and yelled boo, chuckling when you tried to hide the small laugh that escaped you.

“How was your weekend Jerome?” You asked and hoped he’d get distracted by your conversation long enough to be compliant and follow everyone else.

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How’s This? {Kim Jongin}

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Final

Description: Fuckboys will be fuckboys

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader

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Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Fuckboys are fuckboys, that’s just how this world worked and whether you fell for their trap or not was on you. Kim Jongin was no exception to this rule. He was attractive, beautiful, sexy, and he was famous, he knew damn well what his influence was. Of course, I was just as unattainable as him if I wanted to be.

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Grammys part three: Josh Dun imagine

Y/N: Boys’ pants off, Josh turned on, Grammys night part three, let’s goooooooooooo

Part one: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157222084267/grammys-josh-dun-imagine
Part two: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157337756582/grammys-part-two-josh-dun-imagine

Anonymous said:
Omg, please tell me there’s gonna be a part 3 to the grammys???? You can’t leave that kinda cliff hanger!!!! Dosh Josh behave or not, do Tyler and Jenna figure out what’s going on?? Please, please, please tell us!!!???

*continued female reader, smut, last segment to this trilogy

Normally, you two would’ve just gone home and fucked each other senseless. You would’ve teased each other the entire ride home and then gotten in the bedroom and let loose. You would’ve definitely had quite a night. However, it didn’t go quite as anticipated or planned. After dinner, which to your surprise, both of you behaved fairly well, and Jenna and Tyler didn’t quite let the two of you off the hook. “I don’t want this night to end,” Tyler sighed. “I feel like I’m on the top of the world.”

“I’m so proud of you guys,” you agreed. “You could literally take on anything now.”

“You’ve already tackled so many other challenges, you’re basically unstoppable!” Jenna grinned.

“Hell, who knows. Maybe we’ll win the Olympics next,” Josh joked.

“We’ll start training tomorrow,” Tyler teased. “No but really, I don’t want this night to end. We should go see a movie or walk around town or something. I know it’s late, but I’m still super high on life.”

“That sounds like a plan,” Jenna smiled. “What do you guys think?”

Josh and you looked at each other, and you could tell in his eyes he was still yearning for what you had planned later. You were about to make up a lie about how you still didn’t feel too well when Tyler interrupted you. “Hold on, I’m getting a call,” Tyler explained, putting his phone up to his ear.

“Who is it?” Jenna wondered.

“Josh, it’s your mom!” Tyler laughed. “Hold on, Laura, I’m going to put you on speaker.”

“What?” you hissed angrily, jabbing Josh in the arm. “You have the time to sext me in the middle of dinner but you can’t even give your mom a quick phone call?”

“Hi boys!” she greeted happily. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Yeah mom,” Josh chuckled, giving you a look as to drop the subject. “Thanks.”

“We have a little surprise for you!” she explained. “I’m going to send an address to where the party is and I want you all to come. I think you already ate but there’s some snacks and stuff.”

“What are you talking about?” Josh wondered. “You’re all in Los Angeles? Right now?”

“Kelly set it up,” she explained. “I just helped. Tyler’s parents helped and Zack and Jay are here, Jordan too, everyone really. Even Ashley and Abby and Madison. They all headed over after the awards.”

“Mom,” Josh stated. “We’re at dinner right now.”

“I know, I know,” she reassured. “But after you guys are done, just come over here. We rented out a nice little place. Everyone’s waiting for you boys, and your lovely women too.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” you quickly chimed in. “It’s a perfect celebration.”

“She’s right,” Jenna agreed. “Come on, Josh. Let’s drag out the happy all night long.”

“Just a small party,” Tyler shrugged. “Right?”

“Fine,” Josh complied, glancing at you, frustrated. “We’ll head over soon mom.”

“Thank you,” she giggled. “Can’t wait to see you all. Love you.”

“Love you!” you all responded before Josh hung up and handed Tyler the phone.

“You never told me your mom set up a party for us,” Josh laughed.

“I never knew,” Tyler replied. “Evidently she did.”

“You’d think Jordan would tell me,” Josh rolled his eyes.

“I guess not,” Tyler sighed. “Well we better hurry over.”

“Yeah,” Jenna nodded. “Let’s get the bill and head out soon.”

As soon as you and Josh got in the car, he blew up. “I can’t believe my mom would do that!” he groaned aloud, forcefully sticking the keys in the ignition and pulling out of the parking lot. “You think she’d just want me to spend the night with you, but no!”

“Josh calm down,” you put a hand on his shoulder but he jerked it away.

“No! You don’t understand!” he muttered. “I’ve literally been dying all dinner long.”

“Then maybe we can do something quick,” you suggested. “Before we get to the party.”

“I just want to fuck you,” he whispered, glancing at you. “Really, really, really bad.”

“They flew all the way here from Columbus,” you insisted.

“I know but you just look so hot in that dress, baby,” Josh murmured, taking a turn on the road. “And your hair, it looks so good too. You were by far the best one there at the Grammys.”

“You were the one who took off your pants,” you reminded.

“And I’ll do it again,” he gave a sly smile. “How about that?”

“Just for me this time,” you argued, sliding a hand towards his upper thigh as he drove. “All for me, Josh.”

“Fuck baby, don’t do that when I’m driving,” he chuckled darkly, and you withdrew your hand, blushing. “You’re tempting me so bad you know.”

“To do what?” you challenged.

“To pull off the side of the road right now, lock all the doors, take you in the back seat, and fuck you right here, right now,” he explained, eyes fixed on the road, trying to concentrate.

“Naughty boy,” you clicked your tongue.

“Can’t help it when you’re around,” he shook his head. “You do things to me. You don’t even know.”

“Oh I’m sure I do know,” you smirked. “I know how bad you want it.”

“Then stop teasing me and just fake sick at the party so we can go home and just finally fucking do this,” he begged. “Please y/n, I can barely take it anymore.”

“One hour,” you promised. “One hour at the party and then maybe I’ll contemplate it.”

“Contemplate?” he raised his eyebrows, turning into the parking lot of the venue. “No, babe. You have to. Come on, Jenna’s going to vouch for you cause she knows how bad you felt at dinner. It would all work out.”

“We’ll see what happens,” you sighed, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. “Maybe if you behave then I’ll make up my mind.”

“Goddammit I hate you,” he grumbled.

“You fucking love me,” you grinned, knowing very well you were using his own words against him. He just laughed, both of you deciding to have another kiss before getting out of the car, then heading into the venue, his arm around your waist, looking hella fine in your fancy Grammys outfits.

As soon as you entered everyone cheered loudly, both of you earning a huge applause and a million eyes on you all at once, but the two of you froze. There was no way you were anticipating this many people. You thought maybe the two families and a couple of friends, but this was like an entire wedding reception or something. There was no way you’d be leaving in just an hour. “Want to escape out the door while we still can?” Josh joked but you narrowed your eyes at him, plastering on a smile as soon as his mom Laura approached you.

“Aw look at you two!” she beamed. “You’re so fancy, oh my goodness.”

“I didn’t know so many people were going to be here mom,” Josh murmured, probably nervous.

“I didn’t either but I guess uh, Tyler’s brother Zack tweeted out the address and a couple of people saw it and decided to come,” she shrugged.

“A couple of people?” Josh widened his eyes. “This is like the Grammys itself!”

“Oh gosh,” you stared at your phone and read the tweet aloud. “Twenty One Pilots Grammys after-party!”

“Of course Zach would do something like that,” Josh grumbled. “Okay, well thanks for the party anyways. It’s very nice. I can’t wait to get down and meet some people, dance with y/n hopefully, eat some great food.”

“Absolutely,” Laura smiled, giving both of you a huge hug. “It’s for you and Tyler, so have fun. We’re all so very proud of you. I love you.”

“Love you too mom,” he gave a small smile. “Now come on y/n, let’s shake our booties on that dance floor!”

“Sure,” you rolled your eyes and laughed.

“You guys came!” Jenna squealed happily, tugging Tyler over to meet you guys. “You feeling a little better, y/n?” You looked in her eyes, seeing how genuinely happy she was, how excited and proud, how caring. You couldn’t just leave this party, all these sweet people, everything both of their families sacrificed and set up, just so you could fuck Josh for a night. Josh looked at you, almost with begging eyes, wishing you’d just say you felt miserable, but you couldn’t do that. You just couldn’t.

“I feel great,” you grinned. “This set up is amazing! I’m so glad we came.”

“Yeah,” Josh stated flatly, grip on your waist tightening. “So happy to be here.”

“Come on bro,” Tyler tapped him on the shoulder. “There’s some people I want you to meet.”

“Cool,” Josh took a deep breath. “Uh, I’ll see you around y/n. Keep your phone on you?”

“Oh no, no, no,” you shook your head immediately, knowing exactly what was going on. “My phone is almost dead and I’m not going to play anymore of your little games. You go behave and have fun with Tyler. Got it?” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Fine,” he mumbled, faking a smile and going off with Ty.

“So what was dinner all about?” Jenna narrowed her eyes when the boys left. “I mean come on, the gasping and moaning? What was that?”

“Josh was being a dick,” you rolled your eyes. “Nothing important.”

“And the phones too,” she added. “You guys okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “It’s fine.”

“Are you guys…” she left a small pause and you tensed. “Breaking up?”

“What?” your eyes went wide. “No, not at all.”

“Oh okay,” she shrugged. “I don’t know. You just seemed like you were arguing about something and I thought maybe he was kicking your leg underneath the table or jabbing your side. Tyler kind of gets a little agitated when he’s angry with me too and does that kind of stuff. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured. “I just felt a little sick and he wasn’t helping. He’s just playing around.”

“Got it,” she nodded slowly. “Well I’m going to get going. I have some people I have to talk to. Have a great night, y/n. I’ll see you later!”

“Bye Jenna!” you waved. You took a deep breath, then decided to go over to the table of food and grab a small snack. There was a gorgeous cake, topped with a skeleton and alien sugar sculpture, which you thought was probably the works of the sisters. They always had a knack for the cooking, especially around the holiday time. You scooped up a handful of jelly beans, popping one in your mouth when you felt a tap on your shoulder from behind you. You spun around to face Jordan, Josh’s brother.

“Hey y/n,” he smiled.

“Oh hey,” you greeted.

“How was dinner?” he raised an eyebrow.

“It was good,” you nodded.

“Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?” he smirked. You turned bright red.

“W-what?” you tried to hide your blushing but he just chuckled.

“Ah, I got quite an interesting text tonight,” Jordan explained. “I assume it was for you, seeing as Josh said oops and all, and then avoided my seven phone calls.”

“He was just teasing,” you shrugged, trying to dismiss the subject. “You know how he is.”

“Are you sure you guys were at dinner?” he persisted.

“We were,” you narrowed your eyes. “You can ask Tyler and Jenna.”

“Or Josh himself,” Jordan added. “I’m sure he’d tell me quite the story.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes.

“So do tell me,” he insisted. “Did you like what you saw on stage tonight?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” you sighed. “Now go on and cause trouble elsewhere.”

“I’m just playing with you,” he laughed. “Hey, have a good night y/n. And make sure Josh behaves.”

“Oh I will,” you reassured. “I always do.”

“Speaking of the devil,” Jordan pointed to Josh coming over. “Hey, you guys have fun tonight. Take it easy.”

“You too,” you waved him goodbye.

“Hey babe,” Josh wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, pulling you closer. “Let’s get out of here.”

“Josh,” you pushed him back slightly, glaring at him. “No.”

“Yes,” he insisted. “Please.”

“Where would we even go?” you narrowed your eyes. “Definitely not home.”

“Fine,” he bit his lower lip. “Car?”

“No,” you shook your head. “No way.”

“Then let’s go find a place,” he mumbled against your neck, pressing light kisses to your skin. “Baby I’m dying without you.”

“I know, I know,” you reassured.

“Come on, I’m sure there’s a place we can go,” Josh argued. “I’ve literally been waiting since before dinner, sweetheart.”

“Me too,” you admitted. “But we’ve got to be polite.”

“If I find somewhere can we go?” he pleaded. “Please? It will be quick, I don’t care, I just need this.”

“Fine,” you complied, pulling him in for an open mouthed kiss, then letting go. “You have half an hour tops. Then we wait until the end of the night.”

“Got it,” he agreed, giving you a kiss on the forehead before running off, searching for who knows what.

“Where’d he head off to?” a voice behind you wondered with a chuckle. You spun around and then almost had a heart attack when you realized who it was.

“Holy shit!” you gasped, putting a hand to your chest. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Halsey laughed. “Did I scare you?”

“A little bit,” you confessed. “Just didn’t see you coming.”

“That’s alright,” she reassured. “Is Josh okay? He looked kind of anxious running off like that. I was going to congratulate him.”

“Oh,” you blushed. “He’s just um, looking for Tyler. Something important I think, he wouldn’t tell me.”

“Got it,” she nodded slowly. “Well- oh! There he is!”

“Hey,” Josh looked nervous when he plastered on a smile, engulfing Halsey in a hug. “Long time, no see.”

“Yeah,” she rolled her eyes. “I wanted to congratulate you boys! That’s awesome!”

“You too,” he nodded. “Two nominations, that’s insane!”

“Thanks,” she nodded. “So-”

“I’m sorry but me and y/n really have to go,” he apologized. “It’s important.”

“Ah, uh, okay,” she frowned slightly. “It’s cool. I’ll talk to you later then?”

“Yeah,” Josh agreed hurriedly. “Thanks so much!”

“No problem,” she gave a hesitant smile before Josh dragged you out of the conversation, tugging you by the arm up a flight of steps and down a hallway.

“I cannot fucking believe you!” you hissed. “You just freaking dragged me away from a conversation with Halsey!”

“So what?” he replied. “I’m sure if you really wanted to talk to her so bad, you could find another time later tonight.”

“Josh you’ve been going insane,” you argued, wresting free of his grip on your arm and staring at him. “This is out of control.”

“You’re the reason,” he mumbled, dark eyes boring into yours. “God you look so good tonight. I can’t help myself.”

“Yeah?” you smirked, noticing the way he was biting his lower lip, the beads of sweat on his forehead, the rise and fall of his chest.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“What if I told you you’re not allowed to touch me for the rest of the night, hmm?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a finger underneath the strap of your dress, dragging it down your shoulder while remaining eye contact with him, watching as his eyes followed your hand in a trance, gaze fixed on every new exposition of skin as you pulled the fabric lower.

“Fuck baby, don’t do this in the hallway,” he ran a hand though his bright yellow curls, tugging hard in frustration, biting down harder on his lip. He glanced to the side, making sure nobody was coming. “Come on, there’s a room just a little while away, I promise.”

“Nah,” you shook your head, smirking as you realized he was getting turned on. You shrugged off the other sleeve of your dress and watched as the fabric fell to your waist, revealing your lacy bra. “I’m comfortable here.”

“Goddammit what if someone sees you?” he whispered.

“Why should I care?” you wondered. “I mean, everyone saw you just fine babe.”

“No,” Josh shook his head immediately. “It’s not like that.”

“Oh but I think it is,” you insisted. “Taking your pants off in front of everyone at the Grammys, standing there in your underwear, everyone looking at you… you didn’t seem to care.”

“That was Tyler’s idea,” he muttered. “Look, I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you didn’t want me to.”

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “Would you care if I was the one standing up there? Stripping down to my underwear like this? Everyone’s eyes fixed on me? Staring at my body? My body that belongs to you?”

“You belong to me,” he insisted.

“Exactly,” you agreed. “So what makes you think the same rules don’t apply to you?”

“I didn’t think you’d care,” he mumbled, looking shy and scared.

“You don’t think I care?” you challenged. “Every night when you take off your shirt at shows? When you’re tugging down your pants on stage? You don’t think I see that, babe?”

“Fuck, please don’t do this here,” he begged, and you glanced down, realizing he had an obvious hard on. “Let’s go to the room.” He reached for your arm but you quickly took a step back, letting the fabric of your dress fall to the floor, and he gasped, eyes transfixed on your body.

“Why should I let you touch me?” you inquired. “I mean, you said it, I don’t care. Do I?”

“Babe that’s not what I meant-” he began, but you shook your head.

“No, I think you did,” you clicked your tongue disapprovingly. There was a pause and then an idea came to mind. “Hmmm you know, maybe I should go back to the party like this. Let everyone see me, let them know how fucking sexy I am, how you’re not the only one who can put on a show.”

“Y/n-” Josh was staring at you, pants growing tighter by the second, straining his voice. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Maybe I would,” you teased. “I’d be the life of the party, wouldn’t I?”

“I can’t let anyone else see you like this baby,” he argued. “You’re all mine.”

“Am I?” you raised an eyebrow, watching his mouth hang open, speechless, as you dipped a hand underneath your underwear.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned.

“Who’s going to stop me?” you chuckled. “You?”

“Y/n you’re killing me,” he argued. “Fuck just let me touch you. Please.”

“How bad do you want this?” you raised an eyebrow, slipping a finger between your folds and letting out a gasp, watching as Josh’s eyes widened and he tightened his jaw as he watched you, and a smile curled on your lips. “You want this to be you, baby?”

“Yes,” he pleaded. “I need this so bad.”

“I don’t know…” you trailed off your voice, then started to pump another finger inside you, and you let out a soft moan, opening your eyes and looking at Josh, who just about looked like he was going to melt right there.

“I’m begging you y/n,” he inhaled a ragged breath. “Just let me get my hands on you.”

“What’s the magic word?” you smirked.

“Please,” he barely was able to respond.

“Okay,” you smiled, and there wasn’t even a split second that passed before he lunged towards you, pinning your body against the wall, hands behind your head, on your back, on your ass, between your legs, down your thighs, everywhere all at once. His lips attacked yours, tongue absorbing greedy kisses, sliding down your neck, his hips grinding against your already soaking core, hands fumbling with the clasp of your bra when he pulled back, eyes staring into yours.

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” he asked.

“Let’s get out of the motherfucking hallway,” you agreed. You began to kiss him again, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bent down to pick up the fabric of your dress, carrying you towards the room. After violently jostling the doorknob, it finally gave in, and he kicked the door shut with his foot and placed you on a table, tossing your dress aside and attacking you with kisses. You moaned into his mouth, legs still wrapped around him as he pushed your back into the table, grinding against you, and when he pulled away to catch his breath, you looked around, smirking. “Conference table? Really?”

“Best I could find,” he mumbled, burying his head in your neck and sucking at your skin, leaving you a mess of gasps and moans.

“F-fuck Josh,” you stuttered, him unclasping your bra and sliding it up off of your arms, then exploring your breasts and stomach with his lips, trailing kisses across your body.

“Can you believe just moments ago you were saying no to this?” he laughed quietly, tugging down your panties and tossing them aside. “Shit baby, you’re just as much of a mess as I am.”

“Just for you,” you reminded.

“Of course,” he grinned. “You’re all mine.” He delved his tongue into you and you let out a loud moan, feeling your stomach tighten with each movement, his hands gripping on your hips, your fingers tugging on locks of his hair, his nose pressed against your clit, your legs wrapped around his head.

“Josh I’m going to cum,” you barely whispered.

“Do it baby,” he insisted. “Show me how bad you want me inside you.”

“Fuck,” you gasped, coming undone and feeling your orgasm ripple through your body as you eased into the surface of the table, leaning your head back and gasping for breath as Josh licked and sucked between your legs.

“Mmm you taste so good babygirl,” he mumbled. He stood up and tugged off his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, stripping down and sliding off his jeans, then his underwear, climbing on top of you. “And to think you were teasing me all night long, acting like you wouldn’t let me touch you, pretending like you could wait til you got home, trying to act all cool. I could see right through you y/n, I know how bad you want me.”

“Fuck Josh, please,” you begged. “Shit babe, just fuck me already.”

“I don’t know,” he smirked. “Maybe I shouldn’t let you touch me either.”

“Don’t try to pull that right now,” you shook your head, pushing your hips up in attempts to meet his. “I need you so bad.”

“How bad?” he challenged.

“Fuck,” you gasped, frustrated and exhausted, flipping him over so he was the one laying on the conference table, pushing down your hips and sinking his cock into you, pressing your lips against his in a mess of muffled moans.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you’re dominant like this babe,” Josh mumbled against your neck, both of you in sync with thrusts, your hips moving together in perfect rhythm, the two of you both desperate and harsh with each movement.

“Mm they’re going to be looking for us you know,” you sighed, still relentlessly fucking him against the table. “Wondering where we went.”

“And nobody’s going to know about it,” he gave a sly smile. “Nobody but me is going to know how fucking wonderful you are riding my cock like this, baby.”

“Just our little secret,” you promised. “Just the two of us.” You kept going harder and harder until finally the two of you were gasping for air, cumming at the same time, moaning each other’s names loudly and collapsing onto the table, clinging onto each other’s sweaty, exhausted, tired bodies.

“Three of us,” a voice corrected and both you and Josh widened your eyes, scared and surprised.

“Fuck,” you cursed.

“Hey uh, Josh, buddy?” Tyler’s voice came through the crack in the door. Shit, he must’ve found you guys. “Two things I’ve got to tell you. First off, we’re supposed to give a speech soon, so when you’re um, done with that, you should head down. And secondly, always lock the door bro.”

“Yeah,” Josh responded, embarrassed.

“Okay, cool,” Tyler laughed. “Our secret though, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you grumbled. “See you Ty.”

“Hurry up,” he reminded.

“Will do,” Josh reassured, watching as Tyler closed the door with a soft laugh.

“Think we were too loud?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Nah, Tyler’s just being sneaky as fuck,” he shook his head. “God you felt so good though, baby.”

“You always feel good,” you smirked, placing a quick kiss to his lips.

“You going to put your dress back on, babe?” Josh wondered.

“Hmmm, I don’t know,” you teased.

“You better,” he warned.

“Or what?” you challenged.

“Or we might have to come back here later tonight,” he suggested.

“That wouldn’t be a bad thing,” you smiled.

“Come on,” he shook his head, laughing. “Let’s get dressed and then we’ll head down and try to look as composed as possible.”

“Fine,” you decided. “But do know that you look so much better without pants.”

“Thanks,” he blushed. “Now let’s go down there and hope I don’t mess up this stupid speech.”

When you arrived, you were greeted with a loud applause, and you gave Josh a kiss on the cheek before Tyler dragged him out to the middle of the dance floor, the two of them holding a microphone and spilling out a sweet sappy story of how far they’ve come and how thankful they are for today. That’s when Jordan decides to stand beside you, and he stays mostly quiet, except for when Josh comes back and Jordan is a mess of laughter. “Great job, Josh,” you smiled.

“Yeah,” Jordan snickered. “You did amazing. But uh, you might want to lend your little girlfriend over here a sweater or something.”

“How come?” Josh wondered, turning to look at you and then blinking twice.

“What?” you wondered.

“Hickeys,” Jordan smirked. “Looks like you guys had a little fun when you went missing, hmm?”

“Shut up,” Josh narrowed his eyes.

“Just saying,” Jordan shrugged. “I mean, your shirt’s not even buttoned up all the way for Pete’s sake.”

“Goodness gracious,” Josh mumbled, face turning red.

“Whatever,” you laughed. “At least it was a memorable night.”

“Oh believe me, sweetheart,” Josh laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist. “The night’s not even over yet.”

Understanding

Happy Valentines’ Day. Have a post 12x11 coda. Read it on Ao3 Here.



He set his hand on Cas’ knee just below the table. It could have been a brief moment, a squeeze meant to convey understanding or camaraderie, but he left his hand there too long for that. Now Dean kept looking away. He looked at the far wall, the plate in front of him, Sam, his mom, the door to the diner. The door dinged when it opened to let people in and out. He contemplated escape, yet he didn’t remove his hand.

Dean thought of excuses. He thought of all the reasons he could give for this. He’d recently been under a spell and it made him forgetful. Maybe he’d forgotten how to behave appropriately. His hand was cursed. Cas was made from glue. That last one was dumb, but the others might work. He chanced a glance at Cas just then and saw that Cas was looking steadily right back at him. His eyes were equal parts sad and confused, like he wanted to ask Dean about their little secret under the table, but he didn’t. He just sat there quietly accepting this moment that was lasting entirely too long. It had been hours, no days, no an eternity. Actually, it had been minutes. Still.

The worst part was that Dean knew why he looked sad. Dean was pushing him. Dean was asking him in this moment to break one more goddamn rule for him. He was asking him to chuck heaven, commit to something that he himself had said was abominable and for what. Dean left his hand there though. He wasn’t quite ready to give up.

Sam was saying something. Dean half listened, and luckily his mom was keeping the conversation going, responding to Sam’s words. Occasionally, Cas spoke too. Dean knew that he’d have to tune in eventually, weigh in on the topic of the moment, but that was exactly why he was having the existential crisis he was having in the moment.

They’d spoken of Ishim. They’d spoken of the one rule that all the angels had to abide by, and how Lucifer had turned that rule on its head. Cas had sounded disgusted by it. Dean though, Dean, felt differently. He heard them all agreeing that it was bad or wrong. He heard something else. He heard reasons for why he’d never get the one thing he wanted, and it just about killed him.

So he set his hand on Cas and didn’t let go. He imagined holding on so long that his hand just burned right into him, marked him as his. It was maybe wrong. He could feel his heart beating up into his throat and he could barely swallow the rising lump that was also forming there. He’d cry if he were alone. He’d cry over the hopelessness of it all. He’d cry over the selfishness that had brought him to this place, and he’d cry over the fact that he couldn’t even beg, just beg Cas to break just one more stupid rule, for him, for them.

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Be Careful

Fandom: Twilight

Word count: 1359

Characters: Jacob x reader, the whole pack

Warnings: Werewolves behaving like children, fighting and violence

Summary: You get caught in the middle of one of the pack’s arguments.

You could hear them arguing all the way up Sam’s driveway. Paul’s voice was especially loud above the other, and you stopped to listen to him as you reached the door.

“I’m just saying, that’s a load of crap! I could take any of you in a fight!”

You sighed, irritated. The pack had been fighting over this for at least a week now, and it was starting to get on your last nerve. No one apart from them really cared about who would beat who if it came to a fight.

Then it was Jacob’s voice, and you could almost hear his grin. “Whatever you wanna believe, Lahote.” Someone, you assumed it was Paul, gave a low growl in response.

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Miranda Lambert has released a large amount of music on her new album The Weight of These Wings: 24 songs over two CDs. Lambert had been working on the album for about a year, and released it without much advance notice. It’s giving listeners a lot to absorb. Rock critic Ken Tucker has a review:

“In the past, Lambert has been more rowdy in her music, more eager to shake up preconceived country-music notions of how women think and behave when they’ve been wronged. On a new song here called ‘Tin Man,’ Lambert sings, ‘If you ever felt one breakin’, you’d never want a heart.’ The last line of ‘Runnin’ Just in Case’ is ‘There’s freedom in a broken heart.’”

Life Doesn’t Always Turn Out the Way You Plan

I was trying to post this on AO3, because it’s going to be a multi-parter. But AO3 is being grouchy tonight. So the first part will go up here, and get put up over there when the database starts behaving itself again. Then the rest of the chapters will go up over there too.

“While You Were Sleeping” is one of my all-time favorite movies ever. It just doesn’t feel like Christmas unless I’ve watched it at least once. And because I love it so much, I won’t be able to resist slipping verbatim quotes in here and there. So, watch out for those. Also, I know this is a Valentine’s challenge, but this movie is so wrapped up with Christmas for me that I had to set it then.

I’ll be honest - after this chapter, the rest of this so far is pretty much an outline interspersed with scene scraps. I’m hoping to post at least twice a week, but the schedule may be, ummmm, flexible. I’ll still try to get it all done in the month deadline.

That said, enjoy!

Life Doesn’t Always Turn Out the Way You Plan

My dad used to say something to me all the time when I was growing up. He would get this distant look in his eyes and he would tell me, “Iris, baby, life doesn’t always turn out the way you plan.”

l just wish I’d realized at the time he was talking about my life.

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Imagine going to university. You are studying history and sometimes you go to seminars about criminology. Since more than a year you are trying to talk to this one guy. At first he had one seminar with you but over the last semester he seems to have joined more and more of your curses.
With his pale skin, his dark, long curls and his full lips he seems like a prince of the night, you can’t imagine to ever talk to him even though you try since over a year you don’t have any idea how to get nearer to him. Until one day he sits down right next to you. Flushing red you try to behave normal. “Hey there!”, his dark, cello voice comes to your ear. You turn around just to see him smiling directly in your face. “I watched you since over a year, but to be honest I’m just not good in talking to.. people! They aren’t really my thing! I like to work, learn and I am better at this then anyone else! But I just can’t get you out of my head so, would you like to go have a coffee with me?”

November!?

Wow! Do you guys know what day it is? It’s November 1st! Now, I know you guys are all super upset that Halloween is over and probably in a bit of a candy coma (I know one Archangel is!), but we have some new prompts for you! 

Originally posted by lolabradbury

I hope you guys are just as excited about them as they are! Here they are! 

The Statement Prompt is:

 A nervous sigh escaped his lips as he straightened his tie and ran his fingers through his hair one last time. It was now or never.

Remember! The statement prompt does not have to be verbatim!  It can be used as a feeling or setting for your art or fic and feel free to change up the wording a bit! Whatever gets your creative juices flowing!

The Dialogue prompt is: 

“Remember to behave when you meet my family, that means no mentioning the porno. Got it?”

Unlike the statement prompt this one does need to be verbatim!  That doesn’t mean Gabriel has to say it, and if you want to alter it slightly to make it fit a different character we’re okay with that. You can even split it up between characters, that’s fine, but it needs to be as close to verbatim as possible while still fitting into your fic or as a caption for your art.


So! Did that get you excited for November? I sure hope so! Now go forth and create something for our favorite Archangel! Because we love him!

Originally posted by supermerwholocked2893

And DON’T FORGET TO TAG US! (And feel free to also tag @lacqueluster@waterkiss37​ or myself @ashiewesker​ if you want to get our attention a little quicker. You can always shoot questions to us directly as well, since we only check the challenge blog about once a day!) Happy Gabriel creating everyone!

part 2 of this post, as requested by the WONDERFUL and BEAUTIFUL @kagomeforever. And for anyone reading this fresh, I am exploring the scenario of how InuYasha would react if his first-born daughter began dating one of Kouga’s boys ;) if you guys are interested in my HCs about the InuKag kids, I plan on potentially doing more posts in the future! Or you can just send me an ask if y’all want more details!


Kimiko ran her tan fingers through her hair nervously. Her father had not taken the news of her new lover with ease, and now Yoichi was coming over for the first time to meet her parents. In fact, InuYasha had behaved in every opposite adjective of the word ease. His reaction had lasted a month. First there was anger. He had thrown so many temper tantrums that had his wife was “sitting” him more than she had since their early Naraku days. Then, there was crying. InuYasha had become a bit of a softie since having his kids, so the flow of tears came much easier to him. “How could my little girl be dating one of his kids,” InuYasha would melodramatically cry in the corner, “how could she be dating in general?”

Kagome, like her mother before her, had been nothing but supportive and sweet towards the relationship between Yoichi and Kimiko. When the two women had time to themselves (far away from the dramatic hanyou), they had their time to giggle and gush. 

InuYasha, on the other hand, had spent a month in what could be described as no less than a hysterical fit. When he finally realized that Kimiko was quite serious about her new boyfriend, InuYasha had moved into showing signs of acceptance. Though they were minimal signs, they were signs nonetheless. Kagome felt that it may finally be time for Koichi to “meet the parents.” Kimiko had protested, of course, but there really was no way of saying no to Kagome when she wanted something.

So there Kimiko was, nervously playing with her silver hair as her father paced back and forth like a maniac in their hut. 

“He better bring you home at midnight,” InuYasha threatened. He had been giving several ultimatums throughout the day. There was to be no hand-holding, no tomfoolery, no kisses NO MATTER WHAT, and the list went on and on. It’s a good thing Kagome was there beside her husband, rolling her eyes and mouthing “ignore him” to her daughter, or else Kimiko might take his threats more seriously. 

Kimiko was lucky to have such great parents, but she didn’t feel lucky quite in that moment due to her father’s sensitive nose. Not only would InuYasha be able to smell if Koichi touched any part of her body, but he was also pretty good at smelling lies. That’s why Kimiko had become a pretty good liar. 

InuYasha’s ears perked as he heard the sound of someone approaching the cabin. As Yoichi entered the door of the cabin, both Kimiko and InuYasha jumped to meet him. 

Of course, Kimiko went in for a hug, but InuYasha put himself between the two to prevent any form of contact. 

Before Yoichi could say anything, or present his girlfriend’s parents with some flowers he had picked as a show of good faith, InuYasha lifted Yoichi by his armour and growled into his face, “don’t you DARE lay a hand on her!!!!! I may be a hanyou, but my nose is more adept than any full-blooded wolf, you better believe it!”

Yoichi’s clear green eyes met InuYasha’s as he tried to suppress his trembling. He was quite aware of InuYasha’s strength. And though his father Kouga would never admit it, he knew that the hanyou was much stronger than most youkai in the land. 

To quell the tension, Kagome put a gentle hand on InuYasha’s. He let his daughter’s boyfriend go. Both Kimiko and Yoichi sighed in relief. Kimiko half-expected her father to wind scar the shit out of him. Thank goodness for her mother, or else Kimiko would probably be locked in a windowless tower if InuYasha had his way.

“Thank you so much for the flowers, Yoichi,” Kagome said sweetly. “InuYasha is grateful too, though he doesn’t show it in the right way.”

InuYasha growled in response.

Now that her father had finally released her boyfriend, Kimiko took that as their chance to escape his wrath.

“Alright, thanks daddy! Bye mom, we’re off!” Kimiko grabbed Yoichi’s hand and made a start for the door.

“WAIT WAIT WAIT!” InuYasha called after them. “Be home before midnight!”

Kimiko had had enough. She was her mother’s daughter, after all. “Dad. You said we could come home at midnight.”

“Well,” her father growled, “I’ve changed my mind.”

“Well FINE THEN dad. Yoichi and I only need about twenty minutes for the more important activities anyway,” Kimiko said slyly, fully knowing that her words would send her father into another rage.

Just as she expected, her father’s face turned bright red and his breathing stopped. Before he could say anything, he promptly fainted. 

Kagome shot her daughter a glare, as she knew that she would have to be the one to calm her husband down.

Kimiko shrugged and grabbed Yoichi’s hand as they ran out the door. 

When they were out of earshot, Yoichi sighed. “You know I love dating you Kimiko, but please don’t grant me a death sentence. I’d love to live a healthy couple of centuries thank you very much.”

Kimiko laughed and pecked Yoichi on the cheek. “He’s going to have to get used to the idea of us being together eventually.”

“Yes,” Koichi agreed, “BUT I’d prefer it if I could keep my arms and legs in the process.” 


I’m tagging the wonderful @inunanna @dreamer-of-the-wandering-suns @adorableears7 @ryupioupiou @kuddle-cakes @vixenfoxpaws @my-secret-sketchpad @grapefruitwannabe @shardetector @placebogirl7 and @artistefish because you wonderful people liked the previous post :) :) and also @mmhinman @keichanz @stoatsandweasels @sankontesu just cuz ;)

i probably forgot someone but please feel free to message me if you want to be tagged in a fic post!!! i never mean to exclude anyone by any means.

Update on Harry ,20.2.16
Harry feels a lot better, he’s way more energetic and he gained a bit more weight, he’s 34 grams now, that’s still underweight but we’re on a good way. Harry started behaving more like a normal bird, doing bird stuff like preening, flying a bit, playing with his friend draco and sometimes he even starts beeping :) and he is no longer cold all the time. I’m just really happy that his life is not in danger anymore. If I don’t go to the vet with him for one last attempt to save him, he would have died a week ago. He’s getting better every day, thank you everyone who supported me in that hard time when I thought I couldn’t save my baby 💘
(I hope my English is ok, I’m really tired right now and English is not my first language )

anonymous asked:

26... Mark tickles tyler????

26. how dare [you]

IDK the ship name! Myler? Tark? Markler? MarkTy? *shrugs*


“Mark you need to get onto planning the new video!” Tyler scolded his friend. He took his job seriously, getting Mark off his ass and doing stuff. 

“I JUST finished recording the last one! Let me have like, ten minutes to play a round or two of overwatch?” Mark whined. Tyler smirked, it was funny watching Mark behave like a child. 

“You have to get to work!” 

“Come ooooon. Five more minutes?”

“No.”

“Pleease! You need to lighten up!” Mark poked Tyler’s side for emphasis, causing him to jerk away. There was a pause. Fear covered Tyler’s face while mischief covered Mark’s. “No. Way.”

“Mark…” Tyler spoke warningly.

“You’re ticklish?!” Mark reached out and wiggled his fingers at Tyler’s side, receiving another jerk in response and a muffled giggle. Mark was full-on grinning now. He could do so much with this information! “Give me a 10-minute break and I won’t tickle the ever living Hell out of you.”

“But you have to work on- FAHACK!” Tyler was tackled to the ground by a tickly Markiplier. The black-haired man scratched ruthlessly at Tyler’s belly. The man broke into frantic laughter, pounding on the ground beside him. 

“Oh my God! Dude, you’re so ticklish!” Mark exclaimed happily, digging in without mercy. Tyler was in hysterics, it tickled so damn bad!

“PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” Tyler cackled. Mark smirked. 

“Half an hour break.”

“HAHAHALF AHAN HOHOHOUR?! NOHOHO!”

“Well, your funeral!” Mark swirled a finger inside Tyler’s navel, causing him to screech and his thrashing to increase. Mark actually had trouble keeping on top of him with all his thrashing.

“MAHAHAHAHRK! MAHAHARK, STAHAHAP!” Tyler shrieked. He was laughing so hard his abs started to hurt, he was still holding out though… 

until Mark dug into his ribs. 

“OHOHOHOHOKAHAHAY! OHOHOHOKAHAHAY! YOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN!”

“What do i win?” 

“YOHOHOHOU GEHEHET AHAHAHA BREHEHEHEAK!” Immediately the tickling fingers halted. Tyler caught his breath as Mark went to go make the most of his break. 


How was that?

Press A for Positive Reinforcement

We finished our first week back at uni yesterday, and it’s pretty much been straight back into it. It’s an interesting to comparison to last year, where we spent the first week playing ice breaker games and being reluctant to speak up in discussions.

Thanks Google.

This year it’s like we’ve just had a really, really long weekend between classes.

Our first module however, is one that I hold near and dear to my brain, because if I wasn’t doing Game Design and Production this is probably what I would’ve wound up studying.

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Girl Genius Liveblog #99

UPDATE 99: Everyone Goes to the Castle

Last time Gil had fought Zeetha for the crowd’s enjoyment, and it went off the rails in the best way possible. Everyone was entertained so…yep! They have a crowd to serve as witness once they get to the Castle. So let’s get going!

Gil marches towards the Castle, shouting about he’s just an entertainer, and managing to creep out his jolly gang of partners by smiling widely and generally behaving like no one expects him to behave. He’s into his role, that’s for sure. Once Gil gets to the entrance he proclaims his name and is immediately denied entrance, which Gil takes as his cue to unleash his rage. Maybe Theo can provide backup by shooting runcibles around while Sleipnir improvises with the fire throwing bagpipes, if anything to add chaos and give the crowd an incentive to spread the word even further.

Gil’s attacks don’t go unnoticed. Agatha and Tarvek hear it all from deep into the Castle, it’s lightning hitting the walls, after all. They hurry to take a look – Tarvek sure knows a lot about the layout of the Castle! – and find who’s doing it. Gil! Nobody seems very happy about it, since Tarvek may see Gil represents a hindrance to any plan no matter what it is, and Agatha…well he’s hitting her house with freaking lightning, who’d be happy about that. “Stop hitting my house, kids!” she shouts.

But it was an effective strategy, that’s for sure. These antics managed to catch the crowd’s attention and freak the guards out, who are still in disbelief about Gil being who he says he is. It shouldn’t be too difficult to prove he really is Gil, he has the same lightning rod and techniques he used against the battle clanks, so—

I love this webcomic. Good thing Higgs stuck around and carried the hat, eh, Gil? But yes, this should be all they need to assert Gil’s identity. All that remains is for him to enter the Castle, and that’ll deter the Baron from doing anything that could endanger his son. I wonder if this can lead to Wulfenbach entering the Castle too, to try to retrieve Gil. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he does, even if his grievous wounds still ache.

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Not really a Theory, more like a thought.

Sangwoo’s final expression when facing a once-and-for-all berserk Yoon, might be just one of realization of his own mother's state of mind. 

Parting from the initial conception that we have about Sangwoo’s plan and motivations to lock up a person like Yoon Bum, how Sangwoo is walking through the trauma his father caused on his mother by replicating the experiment.

Sangwoo, in that last expression of awe, might have just realized what had to snap inside Yoon to make him behave like this.

Sangwoo is only aware of Yoon’s mental condition to a degree. Maybe never taking it too seriously.

Maybe now he will.

Maybe now he might understand how far gone Yoon really is. 

Always was.

anonymous asked:

when a guy ask you sexual stuff like" how dose your diaper make you feel " how wet are they" what do you think of your answser to tell them off?

Well the last one I didn’t tell them off? Since they asked a genuine question not just are you wet, I like it when you’re wet nonsense. Usually if someone’s asking if I’m wet I either ignore or if they keep messaging tell them its inappropriate. It’s about the only way to deal with it, next step is just blocking if they don’t behave.

Kylo Ren Imagine

Imagine Kylo caught a cold and he tries to hide it from you.

Originally posted by kvlord

It was early in the morning when you woke up in the bed of the Commander. Just like yesterday he already left your quarters which was unusual for him. Normally you had to wake him because he slept until afternoon if no one interrupted his sleep. Generally , he behaved strange the last few days. He only showed up in your shared quarters when you already slept and he left your quarters before you were awake. Also he didn‘t took off his helmet in your presence and it seemed as he tried to avoid you , so you decided it would be the best to confront him with your problem. You thought about all the places where Kylo could be at the moment but you were almost one hundred percent sure that he‘s yelling at General Hux on the bridge. You freshen up a bit and then you went to the bridge. When you arrived you were surprised because Kylo didn‘t yelled at Hux , Hux yelled at Kylo ! And he didn‘t even tried to defend himself , he just looked at the floor while he crossed his arms , he looked like an pissed child. You walked over to them to stop Hux.
„General , I think it‘s enough. I don‘t know what the Commander did this time but it‘s not a reason to yell at him like this. By the way what did he do this time ?“
While you stood next to Kylo you could hear that he breathed heavily , it sounded extra awful through his voice changer. Also you‘ve heard little sniffles but they were very quiet. Kylo didn‘t looked very fit in general.
„Your boyfriend tries to imitate Darth Vader again with his heavy breathing and it annoys me to death !“ he turned his head to Kylo „The poor man burned , Ren , he sounded like this because he weren‘t able to breath and to live without life support machines ! Don‘t you want to say something !?“
Kylo didn‘t wanted to look pathetic in front of you so he tried to yell back at Hux but instead he squeaked really high pitched. Hux looked confused at Kylo and you had to giggle.
„Oh , this sounds like as if someones hoarsely. You caught a cold when you visited Hoth , didn‘t you ? I told you to wear warmer clothes ! Anyway , you should go to our quarters and get some sleep. I‘ll bring you some soup and medicine later then.“
Kylo hesitated a moment but then he left the bridge.
„General , please inform the Supreme Leader that Kylo isn‘t able to go on missions until next week.“

Later that day you visited Kylo in your shared quarters to eat some soup with him and to give him some medicine. Also you thought he‘d feel way better when you cuddle with him. At first he refused to come too close to you because he was afraid he‘d infect you and that he‘d bother you but you insisted to cuddle with him. After a short time you sat in his lap and petted his head while Kylo nuzzled his head in your neck.