this is bad i made it in a few minutes

I made my players cry over an orc

*standard fetch quest leads players to cave with orcs in it. There are 3 orcs*

Orc 3: rolls nat 1 and hits orc 1

Orc 1 rolls nat 1 and hits himself l, proceeds to hide in corner and cry(he’s had a bad day)

Paladin: rolls nat 1 and accidentally hits orc 1 and kills him

I let the orc make death saving throws, but he failed and died. Upon looting, they found a hand drawn picture of the orc’s puppy

My players needed a few minutes to gather their emotions…

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      So today, my Adfly account got deleted. Someone reported it, that someone was @fortheloveofsims4 / @xajxosimsaddicted / @justanothersimplayer or whatever this girl wants to call herself. 

     She’s against adfly, like I’ve never seen before, she’s been commenting on many creators posts that use adfly, trying to create drama. She’s a pathological liar and very stubborn. She commented on my post telling me to stop posting adfly links because they are bad, or she would “make me do it”. So I sent her a very kind and peaceful message, asking her to stop commenting on my posts and trying to create drama. Her response was not so kind, she insulted me in many ways, simply because I use adfly… She said that she would expose me to her “thousands” of youtube subscribers. I tried to explain to her why I use adfly and I told her that if she doesn’t like my content, to simply just not download it! She still didn’t understand and kept insulting me, so I blocked her.
     A few minutes passed and I received a message from other account, her “friend” saying that I made the biggest mistake of my life, because she has 1.8 MILLION YOUTUBE SUBSCRIBERS and she would expose me! (LOL) I answered telling her to leave me alone and that having 1.8 million subs was impossible, and blocked her again. So she sends me an image from ANOTHER account, with “proof” of the subs:

As you can see, she sent me a very bad Photoshopped pic, she put her name (not even with the youtube font) and her icon (completely out of the square limits the youtube icon has lololol), and it seems her 1.8 million went down to 500k…. but anyways. I replied saying that the pic was photoshopped from aviatorgamez, and this was her reply:

Of course my first thought was, “this girl is crazy!” and thought she wouldn’t actually do anything. But it seems she did. And it seems she’s the one behind all the reports on tumblr lately, every blog that got reported was probably because of her. I’m giving her the attention she wants, which I shouldn’t, but I just wanted to warn you about this person.


     My adfly got suspended because this girl reported it. I’ve lost all my earnings and all my links, I’m working at the moment in replacing them. I can’t wrap my head on how someone can do this to someone. I’ve done nothing wrong to anyone. I simply share content. I know it’s not the best way, but it’s the only way I can share it. Yes, I used 2 adfly links, which is very annoying, I understand. But earnings on adfly aren’t much, this way was a way of making a more significant amount. I am a student at University by day, I have a part time job by night, and on my free time I make cc for you, for FREE. I live alone, I need to pay rent, food, tuition, everything. The Sims and adfly have literally saved my life at times, because it was a little extra money, that helped me a lot.
     I’m not saying this for anyone to be sorry for me, I hate that, because I’m not the only one and there’s people with much less than me. I just can’t understand how someone is capable of just ruining someones work, just like that. Why can’t they just ignore and leave people alone doing their own things? If you don’t like something from a creator don’t download it. Why go to extreme measures and report them? Literally ruining a life of someone just for the sake of it. I truly don’t understand and I’m very very hurt. I’m sorry for the long text, I just hope some of you read it and understand my point of view. I’m sorry. 

"Being Fuckable Does Not Mean Being Date-able." [Dylan O’brien] Pt. 1

THANK YOU FOR 1k FOLLOWERS GUYS!!!! This is probably the last request I’ll ever do. And it’s from a long time ago. Sorry. Requests kind of give me writers block because of the certain plot that has to go with it so forgive me if I never got to yours, but enjoy this last one because after this I will just write what comes to mind! MY BOX IS STILL OPEN FOR COMMENTS OR QUESTIONS THOUGH!!! 

anon: Heyyy buddy I think you writing is amazing could you do one where the reader is drunk and at a party Dylan had to take her home and she accidentally tells him that she likes him then the morning after he confronts her about it.

My eyes were very focused on my ipad settled below my chin. Laying on my stomach, I felt my shoulders begin to cramp. I grabbed my ipad and laid my back on the pillows trying to desperately finish the story before I start to get ready for my plans later. I had a guilty pleasure, it was reading dirty stories, Dylan somehow never teased me about it, but from time to time he did laugh a little. 

“Are you reading smut again?” Dylan’s voice rang through my ears. I forgot he was beside me now curiously looking over to see what I was doing. 

“Yes and?” He put his hands up in defense as his eyebrows worked their way closer to each other.

“Nothing Rachel Green.”

“Shut up Joey.” I said responding to his ‘Friends’ reference, the episode where Joey found out Rachel was reading a dirty book. My eyes scanned the paragraphs as I was trying to get back to where I was, “How come you read smut when you literally can get sex whenever you can, “

My attention was very much now on him already knowing what was coming. His eyes wandered and paused directly at my lips. It’s like he realized his stare was starting to affect me that he tilted his eyes back to mine.

“Uh, what I mean is that I’ve seen you do it.” He explained in order for me to not interpret it wrong.

Was he serious? Well because Dylan, you are my best friend, and when I read these books I picture you in them with me but I know fucking your best friend would be weird for you. 

That’s what I should of said, but instead the words jumbled up into,

 “Because it’s entertaining to see the climax and story of the couple right before they fuck, and even staying for the resolution after.” I stated, not even bothering to look at him any longer with the intent of wanting to jump every bone of his body as I kept reading further.

I could see his hands intertwining together as both of them were playing around with each other between his legs. His eyes kept directing at me as if waiting for me to answer sincerely.

“Okay because I have needs Dylan! Did you really want me to say that I get horny a lot?” I rolled my eyes as his smile plastered pure satisfaction after I fezzed up.

“But horny of what? Just go have sex? There’s something you’re not telling me here.” He paused.

 “Better yet,  just fuck me.” he shrugged. He always flirted as a joke so casually  and it irritated the hell out of me. 

For us, saying, ‘fuck me’ is a regular one on one jokingly flirting with each other thing. We always joke sexually but lately it was becoming hard for me to just act like I didn’t want him to pound into me. I had it bad for my ‘best friend’. 

These love stories with smut in them focused on two things I wanted most, Dylan’s affection and his- well, dick. I didn’t want to be just friends anymore, I wanted something real with him. I read the cliche wattpad books with the plot of best friends falling for each other, pathetic in my situation, believe me, I know.

“No.” I rolled my eyes for the second time hinting at him to stop and wasn’t in the mood for casual jokes.

“You wouldn’t fuck me?” His hand went over his chest pretending to be insulted. I was getting really sick of this, I was ready to snap. He wanted to play? Alright Let’s play.

I pressed the button on the corner of my ipad for it to rest, I could feel stare behind me as he watched me place it on the night stand. All the attention was on him now,

“You know, what? I wouldn’t mind doing something right now. And since you keep interrupting me..” His curious eyes followed my actions.

“Let’s have sex.” I could of sworn that if he had water right now he would spit it right out. His eyes were left in shock to what I had just mentioned which caused me to smirk. I never responded to his jokes, I usually just laughed or rolled my eyes, but it was annoying me now. He needed to learn a lesson.

 After several rapid blinks he managed to let out a stutter, “I- do you like me?” A huge smile on his face suddenly appeared, His hand started to caress my cheek. Did he think I was joking?

His question caught me by surprise so I stepped back a little. I was terribly afraid of his rejection. If he didn’t feel the same way, everything would be ruined. 

“What? No!” I laughed it off, “Dylan, I said I would fuck you, because let’s admit it, you are hot. But an emotional attachment? Hell no. You’re my best friend?” That is not what I wanted to say at all, but I did not want to be humiliated. His face dropped and went back to a careless expression, his eyes turned darker and they broke contact with mine as his hand extracted from my face.

“Being fuck-able does not mean being date-able.” I leaned forward as I made my way across him. My legs were now snaking around his waist as he was sitting down gasping at my every movement as I sat down on him quickly.

 “What’s wrong? Tired of all the sexual jokes?” My lips whispered into to his ear. “Cause I am.” I said lower, “You should put them to the test.” Just as I was about to lean a tad bit close to his lips, his hands grabbed my chin and stopped me.

“Can you just drop it? I get it, I got a taste of my own medicine.” He grabbed my arms in a careful way but shoved me softly off him. He was heading out of my door, as he turned around not even looking at me, suddenly he had such interest in his phone. It’s what he does when he’s mad or annoyed. He avoids eye contact with me and goes on his phone/

“Don’t forget we planned a night out today, I’ll come by at eight.”

And with that he rushed out of my house leaving me utter shock. What was with the sudden attitude? His cold answers really started to made me wonder if I made him uncomfortable with my reaction. He has rejected to fuck me? Of course I wasn’t going though with it but he left before I finished.

It stung so bad. As if I wasn’t good enough to have sex with? My ego was getting to me but I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed of this whole situation. He thought he got a taste of his own medicine? He hasn’t seen the half of it. He wasn’t getting away with embarrassing me that easy.


Four hours later passed and It was almost eight. I made sure to look extra tonight, cause I was an extra bitch. The knocks on the door soon startled me. He came twenty minutes later than he said but I was okay with it.

 He was moody again. He stood a few more seconds at the door, “are we leaving?” still typing on his phone.

“Yes, i just need to get my purse and put on lipstick. Are you just gonna stand there and wait?” His eyes shot up and once he got a hold of the sight, he stared up and down at me. I was wearing a short black tight dress as my black heels complimented it. My hair was straightened, and I hardly straighten it. I go more for the curls usually. My make up was the same yet I added wing eyeliner.

He gasped for about ten seconds as he moved his hand up on down his lip. “Why are you wearing that?” He quickly rushed to my couch as he grabbed a cushion and somehow put it on his lap. He was fidgeting a bit, a normal person wouldn’t notice but I just paid too much attention.

“I’m going to try to get fucked tonight, you’re right. I shouldn’t be reading things about it I should just go get the real thing.” I replied coldly.

“You know I was kidding about that. Read all the porn you want.” He winked playfully.

“Cute.” I laughed mockingly. His expression turned cold again as he rolled his eyes. “Fine. Um I’m going to wait in the car.” 

“Kay.” This time I didn’t bother to look back as he left to his car. His annoying mood swings were getting on my nerves.

When we got to the club, Dylan’s grip was hesitant, as if he didn’t want to let me go and enjoy myself. “Let’s go dance!” His eyes landed on my dress again, “ Yeah let’s not. Let’s go get a drink or two first.” His grip was still on my waist.

I could see his protective side coming out, and it was irritating to say the least. “Fine.” I fake smiled to show him I was annoyed. 

Six shots later, it was finally kicking in. I was already heading to the dance floor, I could tell Dylan was watching from a far. His eyes rolled so far back every time he saw me interact with a guy, it was ridiculous.

It didn’t take long before he saw I was a little too drunk that I couldn’t keep up with my feet. “Alright, we should go now.”  He gently intertwined my arm with his as he took us to the exit. 

“Dylan! I was about to get some tonight, now they’re going to think you’re like my boyfriend and not want to talk to me!”

“Good.” He lead us towards his car. “How much did you drink?” I asked as we both got inside.

“I drank other beverages, I’m the designated driver remember.” He said harshly. I didn’t say one word to him the whole ride home, but I could tell we were going to his since it was closer. He was being so rude that every time he spoke, my heart ached a bit more.

The silence wasn’t awkward, he knew when something was bugging me so he just doesn’t add to it.

When the car stopped at his house I was afraid of facing him because there was a tear that escaped my eye and I swiped it quickly off. if I said anything he would still notice because of my shaky voice.

“Y/N.” His voice said from a distance but I blocked it out as I kept looking down at my shoes.

“Hey Y/N. Are you crying?” Dylan scooted closer as he cupped my cheeks. 

“You’ve been so distant this whole day after I made a move on you. I mean I get it, we’re best friends and you’d never go for more than that. You’d never love me the way I love you, but the fact that you don’t see me as a desirable person? It’s worse than punching me in the face.”

 I felt my sadness overcome me as my sleepiness mixed with it. My eyes started to close as my tears still kept streaming out.

“And it hurts Dylan.” I managed to say in my sad, sleepy voice. “It hurts so much because I want to be your everything, and seeing you that disgusted of me just teared me.” And sleep soon consumed my brain I was out with my as the water droplets from my eyes barely started to dry. Guess crying yourself to sleep is a real thing?

Dylan however was very much awake. He was speechless, and he was positive I wasn’t going to remember a thing in the morning.

The confronting will be in the second part!

Truth or Dare? | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! I was finally able to write another imagine! This wasn’t requested though, the idea just suddenly popped into my head and I just ran through with it haha. I’m gonna get the requests started so that I can post them soon and re-open my ask box for more requests. I hope you enjoy this one. It’s a bit short and straight to the point lol.

Overview: Reader likes Zach. Zach likes reader. Their friends think they should date and they all end up playing spin the bottle. What could possibly go wrong? Or perhaps, what could possibly go right?


“Hey Y/N, you should totally come to Jessica’s party later.” Justin says as he nudges my arm.

“Hmm, yeah sure I guess. I mean I don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway so sure, I’ll come.” I reply with a small smile.

“Really!? That’s great!” he replies his fists throwing up in the air in joy.

“Calm down Justin. Uhm, who else is coming?” I ask and let out a laugh.

“Just the usual, Hannah, Clay, Sheri, Alex, Monty, Tony, Jeff, Zach.” he answers.

Zach?! Zach is coming?” I reply as my eyes widen in shock.

Zach, Zachary Dempsey. How do I begin to describe Zach? 6foot3 in height, dark brown hair, milk chocolate colored eyes, plump lips, nose accurately shaped by the Gods, and his smile, oh his perfect smile. He was the captain of the basketball team in our school. 

Every single girl in our school swooned over his presence, you can almost hear their hearts race whenever he walks through the hallway. Almost all of the girls had a crush on him, and all of them had no chance with him, and that included me. Although he was this popular, social butterfly in our school, he still kept the right amount of distance to others, which made him seem mysterious and cold.

We’ve always been close, and he was one of the people I often share my secrets too. In our group of friends, Zach and I always get teased. They’d always tell us that we should go out, we should date each other and stuff like that, but for some reason it never actually happens. I’ve heard some of my friends say that he liked me, and I mean like, like, not as a friend but as something more, but I just ignore them. I mean, yeah, I like him too, but I’m just not the kind of person to make the first move. I kind of like what we have now, we’re really close, special friends and I like how comfortable I am whenever I’m with him.

Everytime he’d flash his smile at me, everytime I’d tease him because he’s abnormally tall for his age, everytime he’d give me a back hug, everytime he’d feed me food when I’m busy, everytime he’d whine when I beat him in a video game, all of the little things made me fall more and more in love with him everyday. It’s just a shame that I can’t confess to him and that he hasn’t tried telling me what he feels too, if ever he did feel anything for me.

“Y/N.” Justin calls my name.

“Y/N!” he snaps his fingers in front of my face as I awaken to reality and realize I’ve been staring blankly, thinking about Zach.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” I jump as I give him a faint smile.

“The bell just rang.” he says as he stands up from his seat and laughs at me.

“Oh it did? Ugh, sorry I was kind of lost for a moment there.” I reply as I stand up to get my backpack.

“I’ll see you at Jess’ later, okay?” he says as we walk side by side to leave the classroom.

“Oh yeah okay. See you later!” I reply as I wave my hand goodbye and walk to the other direction to my next class.

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Sugar Sweet | 4 | (M)

word count: 9k (god damn it’s more than the first chapter!!)

genre: smut + fluff + slight angst; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

a/n: i just really wanted to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to everyone who’s been with me as i’ve written SS so far & all the gorgeous people who sent cute asks & beautiful compliments on the series. it really makes me so happy to see people enjoying my works. don’t fret my loves, this is nowhere near ending even though lots of things happen this chapter. expect a lot more to come, i love you all  ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 5 | part 6


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Staying Up (Jonathan Byers fluff/smut)

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Request:  Do you think you can do a Jonathan Byers smut where his S/o is a virgin? I always see ones where he’s a virgin and I want to see him being super gentle and patient ❤️


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RFA + Saeran and V reacting to a tsundere MC admitting that she loves them?

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RFA + Saeran and V with a tsundere MC


  • At first, he thinks it’s kinda adorable you’re always so angry around him, he even thinks you’re playing hard to get and take it as a challenge
  • But then he notices you’re like this just to him, because you’re pretty nice to everyone else , including Jumin
  • Like… you’re reaaaaally nice to Jumin, while you’re always scolding Zen for taking too many selfies and thinking the world revolves around him
  • So he just… accepts that maybe you’re interested in Jumin… once again, trustfund kid has everything…
  • And when he sees the blurred picture Jumin posted in the chatroom, with you beside him having dinner…  well, he’s sad… and angry! This isn’t fair!
  • So he decides to work out to forget this, maybe he can send you a selfie later… oh yeah, forget it! You told him a million times “sweaty isn’t sexy, you fool!”
  • He’s working out hard, lifting more and more weight, and then he hears a snap!  He just feels his body feeling and the worst pain he ever felt on his lower back… shit!
  • Jumin took you to the hospital, you seemed… worried, he didn’t know what to do to calm you down…
  • Zen gets so embarrassed when he sees you and Jumin coming in to his room. Jumin looks stoic as usual, but you… look like you’re shooting lasers with your eyes!
  • “Again, Zen? For real? Haven’t you learn last time you can’t strain yourself like this? Oh my god… are you really that dumb? Or are you just relying on your monster healing whatever? Next time, break your neck and let’s see how long it takes for you to heal! Oh, you won’t happen, because you’ll be dead! You hear me? You’re gonna die if you keep being that dumb!” great, now you’re wishing his death too…
  • “MC, calm down…” Jumin says, you take a deep breath and look to him: “Jumin, can I talk to Zen alone? Please…?” oh, the pleading in your voice… Zen would do everything to hear you talk to him like that… “As you wish, MC…” and he leaves, smirking. WTF?
  • “What happened? Last time you did that, you were angry at Jumin! What did it get you so angry for you to hurt your fucking spine?” “I… I saw something I didn’t like…” “What? You finally noticed how big is your ego?”
  • “Stop being that mean to me! Jesus… why do you hate me so much? Oh, and by the way… if you hate me that much, what are you even doing here?” “I… I… don’t hate you… and I got worried, it was just that… Jumin and I got worried and came to see how you were doing… and I see now you keep being stubborn and dumb and…”
  • “Enough, MC! God… why are you like that to me? Not even Jumin talks to me like that!” “Well, of course he doesn’t! He doesn’t love you like I do, and…” you look at him, eyes widened and your mouth covered by your hands.
  • “What… what… did you say?” Zen is legitimately shocked, he holds back a grin. “I… I… you heard me.” You look away and blush, oh god… SO CUTTTTEEEE!
  • “I don’t like seeing you hurting yourself, please, don’t do that again, if you don’t think about your health, I do. “ “Okay, I won’t! If you are by my side taking care of me, I’ll be fine!” “I… I… guess…”  you timidly come close to him and give him an awkward hug. “MC… I… I’m still all sweaty.” “I can get used to it.”


  • Why are you doing this to him? He’s so sweet and nice and adorable… “And you’re gullible, naïve and need to grow up, Yoosung! You keep whining about nobody seeing you as a man, but you keep acting like a little boy!” AND YOU’RE A MONSTER!
  • You scolded him a million times now, you do it in the chat, you do it when he calls you, you do it whenever you see him in person…
  • And why would he still like to be around you after all? Well… he… likes it? Most people spare his feelings or just tease him, and not even Jaehee is so direct like you are. He likes you’re not afraid to be brutally honest to him. Also, he’s an M, so…
  • One night, he’s playing LOLOL and notices you’re playing too, sometimes you join forces, he never understands why you do this, you’re so unpredictable… yes, another thing he really likes about you.
  • “Hey, MC! Good to see you here!” “Oh, you’re already here? God, go get some help for your addiction, dude!” “I… will, I swear I will, MC…” you’re talking through headsets.
  • You two lose a round, and he’s ready to listen your lecture… “Shit! Good night, Yoosung!” “I… I’m sorry we lost, MC… I… I should go and get some study… “ “You’re gonna study now? It’s almost midnight!” “Well, yeah… I have this test tomorrow and…” “DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK! AND YOU’RE GOING TO STUDY JUST NOW? WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”
  • “I… I forgot, MC. And you showed up to play and…” “Oh, don’t blame me for your irresponsibility! It’s not my problem if you’re such a lazy bum!” oh, he’s fucking gone when you call him a lazy bum… “Yes, MC, yes…”
  • “Ugh… you’re such a weirdo, Yoosung! I… I’m coming to your place to help you study, ok?” “R-Right now? It’s pretty late, MC…” “Yeah, no shit! But if I don’t help, you’re screwed! I’ll be on my way soon, don’t sleep and open the door to me, you heard me?” “Y-Yes…”
  • He’s so nervous, you’ve been to his place before and nagged him for being so messy, so he picks all the clothes on the floor and shoves them into the closet, you’re not coming to his room, anyway… are you?
  • “Don’t get any wrong ideas, I’m here to help you study!” “Yes… yes, of course, MC!” “Why does your place smell so weird? Ugh…”
  • You two start studying, he’s shocked at himself for knowing so much about the subject. Yes… ever since you came along, he’s been able to focus more…
  • “Hey, focus! We’re not even half done! God, do you always space out like this? Pay attention!” “Yes, MC…” “And stop saying that! Why do you keep saying ‘yes, MC, yes’? I already told you nobody will see you as a man if you keep acting like a puppy, Yoosung!”
  • “I… I’m sorry, MC! I… am really sorry…” and you see the tears… OH SHIT! “Wait, are you crying? Don’t… don’t cry…” “Why? Because it’s not manly?” “No, because… I hate seeing you sad…” “You what now?”
  • You throw the books away from you and hug him, he’s so confused… “MC?” “Do you think I like treating you like that? I hate it! But I need you to bring your A game in everything you do, you have so much potential, and I love you so much! And…” oops
  • “MC? You… you… love me?” “I… I…” the clothes he shoved in the closet earlier fall down and you let him go from your embrace. “Oh my God, Yoosung! What a mess! How do you live like that? Let’s go clean this and continue with the studies. God, I can’t believe I’m in love with someone so messy!” “You said it again, MC…”


  • She doesn’t understand why you’re so cold and just answer her with “yes”, “no” or “mmm”
  • Not that she’s this master in being affectionate, but you are on a whole level, seriously.
  • She likes you a lot, but sometimes is really unbearable to put up with your bad temper. Like, at one moment you’re fine, and few minutes later, you’re snapping at her for nothing!
  • This was one of those days… you dropped by to her café to help her, she didn’t even have to ask you, you just… showed up.
  • And everything was going ok, you were working together, she even made you smile! She loves your smile, it’s a shame you don’t show it that often.
  • And then this customer came in, she recognized him, he would come almost everyday. “Welcome!” she greeted cheerfully, “How can I not feel welcomed with such a warm greeting?” you rolled your eyes.
  • “What can I get you?” “Oh, If it was possible, I would want to take you home, but since I can’t… just the usual.” She giggles, embarrassed and goes to prepare his orer, you stop her: “I got this.” And you don’t even look at her, you’re just shooting daggers with your eyes to the flirty guy.
  • “Here you go, sir.” You handed him his coffee, he barely ignores you. “Does it match your taste, sir?” “Hum? Yeah, I guess…” “Good! Take another sip, then.” You lean to him and whisper: “ I dare you!” cue to the guy paying and leaving this place like his life depends on it. (it probably does)
  • “MC, what… just happened?” “Don’t be that nice to guys, you dork! They can really get the wrong message! Men are not reliable!” Zen, is that you?
  • “Well, I… I am just being nice to customers, you know, my customers, at my place,  where you barged in to work and just scare one of them?” “I was doing you a favor, It’s not my problem if you can’t recognize that, but sine you don’t want my help, I’m going now!”
  • You head to the exit, she stops you. “No! I can’t stand this anymore, MC! You can’t just do as you please and walk away! Tell me, did I do something to you?”
  • “Let it go, Jaehee…” “Seriously, why do you keep coming here if you’re gonna act like that? And why you’re nice, and then you switch your mood completely? Tell me, why do you hate me, MC? What have I ever done to you for you to act like that with me? WHY DO YOU HATE ME?”
  • “I DON’T HATE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” both of you gasp in shock. “Happy now? I… love you… and I hate how oblivious you act around me and around… weird guys who clearly don’t give a shit about your coffee.”
  • “MC… are you serious?” “Why would I ever joke about something like this? Do you think I like coming here and opening up about y feelings to someone who probably don’t even like me back?” she hugs you, you don’t know if you should hug her back. “You’re the dork here, you know that?”


  • He’s very confused, because you act a lot like Zen around him, but when you do it, it’s amazingly… cute.
  • You don’t call him a jerk or trustfund kid, you prefer more refined insults as spoiled, pretentious, self-centered… and you never say anything bad about Elizabeth.
  • Still, as cute as can be, sometimes it gets really annoying. He met all those really nice women (if they’re genuinely nice or not, that’s a whole another story…) and yet, the only lady who catches his attention is that one who’s always angry at him.
  • But apparently, all the hate you have for him doesn’t affect the way you feel about Elizabeth, as you always ask about her.
  • One day, you even offered to babysit her, he felt surprised. “Well, I’m just doing to free Jaehee a little, not everybody has to like your cat as you do, you selfish prick!” oh okay…
  • He barely could concentrate on the business meetings knowing you’re at his house taking care of his cat… why does he even care so much? You like the cat and can’t stand him!
  • He’s taken aback when he sees your name on his phone: “I need you to come over right now!” your tone sound even more serious and cold than usual.
  • He runs to his house and finds you pacing back and forth and biting your nails. “What happened, are you okay?” “I can’t find her!” OH SHIT
  • “What do you mean?” “Did I stutter? I don’t know where she is!” “How could this happen?” “Well, if I knew how I lost her, I would already have found her, no?”
  • He was worried, and he noticed how worried you were too. “What are you staring at? I’m not pleased either! Don’t think I lost your cat on purpose!” “I know you didn’t, MC! Calm down, let’s think about this objectively…” “Oh, I should know you would say something like this! It’s so typical of you! The ice king, Jumin Han! You’re so worried about not showing any emotions you don’t even look around you to notice how worried other people feel! Zen is so right about you…”
  • “Ok, if that’s how you feel, maybe you should go to Zen now…” “I CAN’T GO ANYWHERE, I CAN’T BE CALM WHEN THE MOST PRECIOUS THING THE MAN I LOVE HAS IS MISSING!” Wow… Jumin widen his eyes a little, then he looks down.
  • “Can you repeat, please?” “I… I didn’t mean to call her a ‘thing’, you know…” “No… the other part…” he comes close to you and holds your chin. “You love me?”
  • You blush furiously and he can’t hold back a chuckle. “Okay, let’s discuss this later, first we need to find her… did you look under the counter, she sleeps there sometimes…”
  • Please don’t be there! Please don’t be there! Shit, she’s there! Now you have to talk…


  • Seriously? You really wanna fool a former secret intelligence agent? You really want him to believe you don’t have feelings for him?
  • And the tsundere thing… yes, very cute… but he knows you’re trying to hold your laugh when he tells a joke or pranks someone.
  • He pushed people away his whole life, so seeing you doing it too bothers him, because he sees a little of himself in you. At the same time, he loooooves to tease you just so you can scold him as much as you want.
  • He knows you probably don’t love him, that would be insane, but you definitely have a crush on him! And he’s determined to make you spill it out.
  • So he invites you, Yoosung and Zen for a ride on his brand new baby! “I’ll pick you guys up in that order:  MC, Zen, Yoosung.  Don’t be late!”
  • Privately, he already talked to Yoosung and Zen, telling them this is just an excuse, he just wants to pull an innocent prank on you, none of them believe it, they just think he wants a little time alone with you. That’s not entirely a lie,tho.
  • So when you are in his car and he doesn’t turn in the direction he should to go to Zen’s place, you start your trail of insults: “What are you doing? You should have turned left, you idiot! Seriously… you’re always bragging about your amazing driver skills, but can’t even remember your friend’s address? What’s wrong with you?”
  • “My bad, baby.” “Don’t call me ‘baby’! What… what are you thinking?” “Oh… you’re blushing, MC~~~~” he sings. “SHUT UP AND WATCH THE ROAD, YOU FOOL!” “Seriously, you’re redder than my hair right now, it’s so adorable…” “Well, I’ll let your face red when I slap you for saying bullshit!” “Oh, so you’re kinda kinky too, huh? You’re gonna spank me?” “WATCH THE ROAD! WATCH THE ROAD!” “Don’t change the subject-“ BANG! The car is hit on a tree, okay, that wasn’t exactly his plan… he can’t believe he got so carried away by teasing you…
  • “Oh my God! Are you… are you ok, MC?”  “Not thanks to you, buy yes.” “I’m sorry, that wasn’t part of my plan, and…” “Plan? What are you talking about?” uh oh…
  • “I… had planned a picnic for the two of us…” “What a manipulative prick! What’s wrong with you?” “I… don’t know, I… just wanted to spend some time alone with you…” “And what makes you think I would want to spend time alone with you?”
  • “MC… come on…” “Come on what?” “I… I know, MC. As sexy as you look when you act like that, don’t need to pretend anymore, I already know…” “You… You really know?”
  • “Well, it’s pretty obvious…” “It is?” “Yep, pretty much…” “Oh, okay then… probably Yoosung didn’t notice, because I told him I love you and…” “WHAT?”
  • “What what?” “You… love me?” Uh oh… now his face matches his hair color. “Why are you so surprised? You said you already knew!” “I thought you had a crush on me.”
  • “ME? A crush on YOU? Are you insane?” “MC, loving me is even bigger than having a crush on me…” “Well, yeah, but still… gross! And what are you waiting to call a tow truck to get us out of here?” “Nah, let’s stay like this a little more, I’m finding out so many interesting things because of that…” Please God, kill me now.


  • Two tsunderes? Lolololol this will be fun to watch
  • No, seriously, all the RFA members feel entertained to watch your interactions, because they are so freaking hilarious. You yell at each other, then turn your back and resist the urge to look back to know if the other is looking, it’s kinda cute, actually…
  • None of you know that, but there’s a bet going on to know who will be the first one to confess. Zen and Jumin finally agreed on something and voted for Saeran. Saeyoung, Jaehee and Yoosung went for you.
  • But this is taking too long, and there’s a lot of money involved in this. I mean, just imagine if Jumin loses…
  • Everybody is waiting for a closure to this, so Saeyoung come up with this amazing idea to put you and Saeran to handle the guests list for the next RFA party. Jumin thinks is a bad idea, but even Zen, who’s on his side, agrees he’s just afraid of losing.
  • To prove he’s not, he even offers one of C & R meeting rooms, also because there’s security there, and if something goes wrong, they have trained people to take you two out of each other throats.
  • So there are you two. This is so fucking weird… “Okay, let’s do this quickly so it can end quickly!” you state. “I hate to say I agree with you, ugh…” you roll your eyes.
  • “So… Rui?” “Check!” “Cat hotel?” “Check!” “Detective?” “Check!” “Naming?” “It’s not here…” he says. “What you mean ‘it’s not here’?” “Exactly what I said, are you dumb? IT’S NOT HERE!”
  • “Don’t yell, you asshole! This is not your house for you to behave like that!” “Don’t tell me what to do! Not even my brother talks to me like that!” “Maybe he should, then you would learn some manners!” “Now you’re yelling too, you’re such a hypocrite!” “Don’t use words you don’t know the meaning!” “I told you not to tell me what to do! And I know the meaning, because I’m not stupid like you!” “SHUT UP!” “NO, YOU SHUT UP!”
  • The RFA is watching this through the CCTV. “Maybe this was a bad idea, Saeyoung…” Jehee says apprehensively. “No! We’re going somewhere, I can feel it! Just wait for it…”
  • “Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You’re so GRRRRR!” Saeran says. “Oh, I don’t understand cave man language, I’m sorry…” “Cave man? HAHAHA! You’re the wild one here, MC. You are… so wild! And… crazy! And… and… the way you tease me with your craziness, seriously…” “I’m the tease here? I’M THE TEASE HERE? YOU’RE THE TEASE HERE! You’re the one who keeps looking at me like a lost kitty! I… I hate how you look at me!”
  • “Well, I… I hate this shiny and silky hair of yours!” “And I hate your weird smile!” “This shirt is so tight I can see your stupid curves!” “So don’t look at them with these weird beautiful eyes of yours!” “Only if you stop talking with this melodic voice!” “HOW CAN I STOP TALKING IF I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT?” “OH YEAH? THEN I GUESS I LOVE YOU MORE!”
  •  So he asks: “Do you want to ditch this and have angry sex?” “Is there any other kind of sex?”
  • Jumin and Zen accept their defeat, but the other three don’t stick around to celebrate their victory. Everybody leaves to give you guys some privacy. Also, they’re freaking terrified of both of you.


  • Oh god… is painful to watch.
  • Because you keep snapping at him, and he just chuckles and says how adorable you are when you get mad.
  • So you two keep at this full circle, you get mad, he says you’re cute, and you get mad because he said you’re cute… this never ends.
  • Jumin asked you to hand some papers to him at his gallery. He chuckles at so fast you agreed on going.
  • You find him painting… what the fuck? You thought he was a photographer?
  • “Oh, welcome MC! What can I do for you today?” “D-Dude! How do you know it’s me? I… I didn’t say anything!” “Well, I recognize your smell and your pacing very easily…” “That’s… really creepy!” can he detect in your voice how much flustered you are?
  • “Jumin asked me to give you this. So… there you go! I’m off now!” “So soon? Please stay! Do you want to see what I’m doing?” YES “No… I’m okay.”
  • “Well, you may not know this, but painting and photography walk side by side…” “I… didn’t ask anything for you to be saying that.”
  • “Sometimes you just need the right angle, and the right moment…” “Dude, I… I have no idea what you’re saying…”
  • “So why don’t you take a look? I could really use your… honesty on this.” You roll your eyes and go to look what he painted, only to find it is… you! You smiling…
  • “What the fuck? What’s this?” “I believe it is you…” “I KNOW IT’S ME! BUT… H-HO-HOW YOU DID THIS? I mean… you can’t… see and…
  • “Oh, the paints have different textures, see how your smile looks smoother than your hair, for example?” “What do you have against my hair?” he chuckles.
  • “Nothing… on contraire, I assume it’s beautiful! I… would love to touch it to sense it and make a more accurate painting of you… will you let me?” “Wha-What? What? Touch me? No! Stop being creepy!”
  • “Okay…” “ALRIGHT! Just because you insisted so much…” he didn’t insist…
  • So there he goes to touch your face, running his fingers through your nose, your forehead, your lips… then he touches your hair… “So silky…” “Yeah, my secret is washing.” He laughs, and you shiver.
  • “Are you shivering? Don’t need to be so tense…” “Who’s tense? I… I’m not tense!” he smirks and you lose it! “I’ll show you tense!”
  • You grab one of the paints and rub it in his face,  that shit is probably expensive, but do you care? He’s rich anyways… he looks serious! Uh oh…
  • Then you get caught by surprise when he throws paint at you! And this become a paint war!
  • You two roll in the floor getting paint everywhere, and you’re both laughing. “God, I thought you were so uptight! I had no idea you had it on you… maybe that’s why I love you so much and…” shit! You got a little carried away there…
  • “Well, I guess I have to keep showing you new sides of me for you to love me even more, then…” seriously… this guy…

anonymous asked:

Can you do shinee in a haunted house attraction?? I love your blog. It always makes smile

OH YEAH also let it be known that i have never EVER willingly stepped inside a haunted house though i was, very much against my will, bodily carried inside between my two friends by my arms and feet :))))))))))))))))))))


  • loling at his members 
  • cold dubu face the entire time otherwise 
  • v calm commentary like “oh no, blood” and “that is a ghost nope don’t touch me” 
  • stumbled a few times but honestly that’s not even onew condition it’s just dark af in here and key’s rolled up in a ball
  • that wasn’t that bad 
  • ming: “wait a minute hyung what’s in your ears……….” 
  • actually had earplugs in the entire time (onew: WELL I KNEW THEY WERE GOING TO BE NECESSARY)
  • ot4 made him go back in by himself as punishment
  • taemin secretly follows him in 
  • v loud screaming 
  • he streaked out in like 3 mins flat and just kept running (ot3: HYUNG WAIT also where’s taeminnie?? / taemin: *in bloody makeup* heh heh / key: *immediately tries to fight him* / minho&jong: *holds him back*)


  • attempts to see how long he could last without screaming
  • and honestly trying to be quiet when ghosts and demons are popping up just heightens terror 
  • ps. he loses immediately bc minho went like AHHH and they all went like AHHHHHHHHH! except taemin bc he has no soul and onew bc he was cheating so it was really just him and key, yelling  
  • his eyes go SO ROUND and his mouth is SO WIDE when he’s scared srsly looks like either his tongue or eyeballs will fall out of his skull 
  • yelled UMMA more than once (”did nOT!!!!!!!! ok i did, i came into this world saying umma i will probably die saying it too”)
  • keeps yelling “oh my god” in english 
  • his face is red af outside 
  • and he’s trying to laugh it off but they all heard jong
  • they heard your screams 


  • ha you guys are funny, i’m absolutely not going in there 
  • hell to the hell no
  • no no nO NO NO PUT ME DOWN 
  • at the entrance, has a flashback of his ENTIRE life
  • he’s a good person, what did he do to deserve this 
  • went boneless in protest but taemin and onew gleefully picked him up (”let me go you traitors”) 
  • eyes glued firmly to the floor and he can’t seem to sHUT THEM and has a death grip on jonghyun’s arm (jong: kibummie my arm is not getting blood / key: pls don’t say words like blood rn)
  • repeatedly trying to kick taemin’s legs in front of him (taemin: mehrong) 
  • screaming so loudly that the “ghosts” are trying hard not to laugh 
  • “you’re laughing?????” 
  • tries to fight them and now it’s a little less scary until a demon thing pops out and he stopped breathing and possibly needs medical attention 
  • stress tears 
  • is ok after a croissant and an ice cream cone 
  • i hate you aLL


  • cackling 
  • key keeps hitting him bc omg who laughs like that in a haunted house he needs to be exorcised or something bc he is NOT trying to live with a possessed minho (key: taemin you have holy water in your room right *sprinkles on both 2min just to be sure*) 
  • honestly having the time of his life between the adrenaline rush and observing jonghyun’s and key’s pure panic and obvious rush to gtfo
  • keeps bowing and saying anyonghasaeyo to the people who pop up and some of them confusedly bow back 
  • wants to catch one of the ghost people and they’re running away from him 
  • it’s like a scene out of scooby doo (onew: i am not going to say jinkies) 


  • touching everything
  • and everyone 
  • grinning v widely at the ghosts and like… not reacting when they scream and that unnerVES them 
  • starts poking them and asking them questions and they’re like “sir no you can’T DO THAT” 
  • brought a granola bar to nom on 
  • randomly turning around to scare key by pretending to be a zombie and srsly he’s like 2 seconds away from getting suplexed 
  • by the time he reaches the end he’s friends with all the ghosts and they don’t want him to leave (”STAYYYYYY”)
  • also got the whole thing on video with bonus screaming onew edition so he has, as they say, leverage 
“Petty Bitch”

Request: Could you do a club smut where Justin spots her in the crowd and invites her up to VIP then they talk for hours before she finally gives in and they have sex.

Warnings: Smut. Language!!

set during Bizzle days

Originally posted by biebsbuggati

The hoots and cheers from the crowd, accompanied by the screeching music conceived by the DJ was enough to make a person go deaf. The pounding of the music had my eyes bulging and bones vibrating through my body - but I must admit that part of that had something to do with the extensive amount of alcohol I had consumed so far tonight.

a girl to my left and my boys to my right - I could definitely say tonight was a success so far. The boys jumping around to the music, partying with the crowd while making jokes at how tipsy Za had become after only a few rounds of shots. The girl grinding up my leg had me gagging at the job she was doing. Her lanky body swaying from side to side while attempting to act sexy.

She was a bad turn on, and it wasn’t hard to tell she wasn’t worth the fuck. As we continued to party, a few people had began noticing us, coming to crowd around. And after a good 20 minutes of shuffling around in attempt for some space, I had become fed up with the main dance floor. 

Gathering all the boys back up, with a little convincing, we made our way back over towards the VIP section, settling down in the booth we had claimed for the night. J-blaze - one of my dancers who came along tonight - was smart enough to order us another round of shots, coming back to the table with a sigh.

“Shit Bieber, why you gotta be so well known?”

“Don’t remind me.” I groaned, rubbing my face with the palm of my hand.

“Let’s not think about the fan’s tonight.” Maejor began. “Lets just concentrate on having fun and getting wasted!”

The boys around us all began hooting and hollering, lifting the glasses of shots a bartender had brought us. After drowning the content, I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips, as the fire-like liquid ran down my throat. 

“Shit, there are no girls worth fucking in here tonight.” Khalil announced, eyes wandering around the crowd we were previously dancing in. “Everyone here is wifey material. Guess the one night stand felt like staying home tonight.”

“Or they’re all already off fucking each other in the back.” Lil twist commented, causing everyone to laugh. That’s when suddenly, Khalil’s hand shot out, slamming Za in the chest a few times for his attention - yet his eye were diverted to something off in the distance.

“Man, get your hand off of me.” Za frantically shouted, leaving Khalil to slap the back of his head. “Nigga stop tryna act important and look!” 

Khalil’s hand shot out towards the public dance floor, pointing towards a stunning young women dancing amongst the crowd. She sported a beautiful strappy, satin silk slip that only came past her mid thigh, with a pair of Kylie inspired knee high heels. A thick choker wrapped around her neck, completing the look with beach wavy shoulder length hair.

A few other girls surrounded the girl, some with similar outfits, others with different but just as stunning outfits. But this girl of all stood out the most.

“Damn…. Dibs on the one in the silk slip!” Za called.

“Which one? Half of them are wearing silk slips.” J-blaze commented.

“The one with the short hair.”

“Nope!” I immediately shouted. 

Za craned his head to look my way in surprise, eyebrows furrowing. “What? Why?”

“Cause. I already got my eye on her.”

“Nah boy.” Maejor interjected. “She’s mine.”

“All of you find another girl. I saw her first.” Khalil said.

As the boys where arguing, I took this is my opportunity to slip out of my seat, and silently began making my way over to girl, leaving the boys to argue in the dark. 

It wasn’t long before I was back on the dance floor, glancing around the swaying crowd in search for the dancing beauty. That’s when the similar satin silk caught my eye, leaving me staring at a sight for hungry eyes. Damn, she looked even better from down here. Licking my lips and rubbing my hands together, I was finding myself strutting my way over without even thinking.

She was facing the opposite way, swaying her hips to the beat with her friends. I smirked as I watched, enjoying the way she moved so fluently before deciding to slide my arms around her waist, leaving her jumping back in shock.

Her back collided with my chest, giving me perfect access to her ear. “Hey baby girl. I’m Justin. I saw you dancing back from the VIP section. Damn you got moves.” I growled.

“Is that so?” She smirked.

“Mhmm.” I mumbled. “Why don’t you come over and join me and my boys? What do you say….” I trailed off in search of her name.

“Y/N.” She answered my unspoken question. I smirked. “Beautiful name for a beautiful face.”

“Depends.” she shrugged, grinding her ass against my dick. “Can my friends come?”

“Whatever get’s you on me faster.”

“Then sure. Why not.” she smirked. 

Grabbing a hold of her hand as she shouted to her friends to follow along, I guided the girls over towards my booth, where the boys where all now watching with a burning fire. 

“You a stingy fuck Bieber.” Khalil growled, glancing at Y/N on my arm. 

“Don’t worry bro.” I smirked, gesturing towards her other friends “I got you some friends as well.” 

“Petty bitch.” Za whined. His eyes wondered over the other girls, before stopping and widening against one. He suddenly shot up, wrapping an arm around a light skinned beauty, licking his lips before swiping his hands down his chin. “Hey lil mama. Aha, I’m Za.” 

Khalil was next to find a girl, eyeing a similar one down. “You got lucky.” He muttered towards me, making his way over to the girl.

I chuckled, sliding into the booth as the rest left to go talk to a girl they found attractive. Once seated comfortably, I immediately pulled Y/N against my lap, gliding my finger around the top of her thigh. 

“So, you into…One night stands?” I questioned, looking down at the finger drawing patterns against her skin. 

Y/N chuckled, using a hooked index finger to draw my hand up to her face. “Uh-uh-ah. Not so fast, pop star.”

I pouted. 

“You can’t just call me over and expect a fuck. I need some kinda seducing.” She smirked. 

“How about I take you into that dark corner, and seduce you in a different way.”

“Or..” She began sliding off my lap. “How about….You come and get me.”

She used her finger to motion a ‘come here’, slowly strutting backwards. Like a lost puppy, I followed a long, shuffling off the seat to follow her but by the time I had gotten up, she had already lost herself in the crowd, leaving my eyes to wander over the place.

Oh how I like a girl who plays hard to get.

Quickly darting after her, I had just managed to catch sight of her silk slip, weaving through the crowd. Her giggle the only thing audible above the beat of the music and cheers of the clubbers. 

I took off running after her, bumping into a few people and not caring to apologize. I kept looking, following the beauty until I had finally reached a pair of stairs. Looking up, I spotted her at the top, hands either side of the railings, teasing me with her posture. One leg crossed over the other.

Quickly wasting no time in climbing the stairs, this time she stood in place, following me with her eyes. I began jogging towards her, finally reaching out to take hold of her wrist which I managed to succeed in. 

She smirked down on me with lust driven eyes, leaning forward to nibble against my ear, “You got me.” She whispered. 

It wasn’t until I then realised she had led me to the bathroom that I realised her motives, and that quickly lead me to drag her through the door of the women’s bathroom. With the click of the lock, I spun around on my heels to face her, still smirking. The lighting in here was much more efficient then the few flashing ones down in the club, giving me a much better view of her body.


Y/N chuckled while I walked towards her just as she started giggling, backing up until her back made contact with the sink behind her, halting her movements altogether.

I was quick to approach her, placing both hands on either side of her waist. with one swift lift, she was seated on the basin, legs spread and wrapped around my own waist. With my hands flat against her thighs, I leaned in, kissing up her neck. One hand kneaded through her hair, as my lips trailed closer and closer to hers, right before connecting. Moaning against her lips as she returned the gesture.

Slowly, my hand on her thigh began inching upwards, drawing the satin silk further up her thigh until the material of her panties brushed against my fingers. Her moans echoed throughout the empty bathroom, leaving me smirking as I slipped my finger passed the fabric and against her soaking clit. 

Her lip hooked underneath her pearly white teeth, drawing back the moan which threatened to spill and I smirked leaning forward to grab a hold of her lip with my own teeth, pulling it loose. “Don’t hide your pleasure.” 

And she nodded.

My fingers slowly began circling her soft bundle of nerves, leaving her breathless in a matter of seconds  “You’re so fucking wet” I hissed hungrily, kissing her passionately as my fingers began to run up and down the slick folds of her pussy.

“I can’t wait to taste your pussy baby” I moaned against her lips, simultaneously beginning to rub her clit faster than I thought possible. She gasped as the pleasure began to take over. Her lips moved to my neck as I continued to move my fingers faster and faster against the bundle of nerves between her lusciously long legs. And that’s when the mouth watering desire to taste the girl over took me, causing me to leap to my knees and cradle my head between her. 

The room in my pants continued to decrease as the woman before me succeeded to turn me on. She looked down on me in sexual distress, squirming around against my touch. I smirked and proceeded to lick my lips, using my index and thumb to spread her pussy open. The air flew past my lips as I began blowing cool air over her clit, causing her to let past a small moan, pushing me to my tempting limit. 

I dove down, dragging the flat of my tongue along her pussy, tasting the arousal between her legs - the arousal which I had formed from my teasing. “Fuck you taste good” I moaned, sucking her clit before simultaneously slipping two fingers past her tight pussy.

Her back arched in pleasure, a moan escaping a little louder than I suspected she intended it to be, as she leaned down to weave her slender fingers through my locks. She felt so good against my tongue that I forgot the fact we were in a public bathroom for a moment, and that I really needed to spead things up before someone came knocking for the bathroom. The surprise didn’t disappoint, and as I released her clit from my mouth, her moans seized into small whimpers.

I smirked and brought my lips up back to her own, attaching them as my hands fiddled with the buckle of my jeans. Her passionate kisses eventually subsided, becoming inpatient with my fumbling.

She swiped my hands away, swiftly unbuckling the strap herself with ease, leaving my jeans to pool around my ankles, soon followed by my underwear. Deciding against jumping straight into it, I began rubbing the tip of my erect dick against her pussy, leaving her even more hot and flustered then before.

“Justin for fuck sa-“ She began but as if that were my cue to begin, she was cut off by my smirk then the feeling of the head of my cock being pushed inside. I let out a load moan and she kissed me passionately, pushing the rest of myself inside of her until I was right up to the hilt.

I wasted no time in beginning my pumps, starting fast and only excelling in my thrusts from there. “Oh fuck Justin! right there.” She practically screamed as the head of my cock pressed against her G-spot. 

My movements grew much more aggressive as I kept moving my hips towards hers, thrusting deep and hard inside her. She moved her hips against my own, attempting to raise the pressure and intensity of our approaching climax’s. 

“Fuck baby!” I moaned out, my thrusts becoming deliberate and forceful against that spot inside her. My fingers snaked in between us and began rubbing at her clit as fast as they could. Her body racked and shook in pleasure, head lolling against my shoulder and eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Come for me baby” I whispered against her skin just as her teeth sunk into my neck, tipping me over the edge instead. My cock began spasaming inside her pussy as I reached a climax like no other. She moaned over and over, her back arching against my body releasing delicious noises of release. My name and various expletives falling from her lips as her high over came her. 

I was quick to remove myself, pumping a few times into a tissue which O had retrieved from the dispenser besides me. Leaving us both in tiresome positions, panting fan gasping for air. 

“You’re incredible” She chuckled and I smiled at her, kissing her once more.

“No baby, that was all you.”

“I can’t believe we just had sex in a public bathroom.” She chuckled causing us both to erupted in a fit of giggles at the realisation of what we had done.

After standing there for a while, we helped each other get dressed, and represented ourselves to look half decent, riding of our sex hair. But she showed no intention in sticking around for long, since she began making her way to the door. 


She spun and raised her eyebrows. 

“Can I at lease get your number?”

“You already have it.” Was all she said, before strutting out with a smirk. 

My eyebrows furrowed as I thought on what she just said. Already have it? Since when? Shoving my hands in my pocket in thought, I suddenly felt something rolling around inside. After pulling it out I couldn’t help but smile.

Call me xx 

Its sloppy I apologise. But it turned out okay! I think…

Dive //Stepbrother au part// 4

 Bts Kim Taehyung

A/N: I am so sorry for updating so late. I’ve been so freaking busy with test, school and personal things and now i’ve had a day off. FINALLY got a chance to finish and update !! 

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

Warnings? May contain Angst, smut and other strong language.

~ Step siblings au ~ (M)

It was hard to stay away from a boy whom you had feelings for before your parents even came together. Especially when the boy you needed to stay away from was playing mind games with you and constantly annoying you..

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anonymous asked:

Hiii! I'm the Anon who wrote that long message with the prompt request. Can I get 77 w/ Jungkook? Thx -Anon Gears (can I become a regular Anon??)

No Refunds (JungshOOK x Reader Fluff)

Prompt request: “Um…somebody broke that.”

Summary: The first time you meet Jungkook, he ruins a display you spent hours making. But he’s cute and adorably embarrassed, so you make the most out of the situation.

Word count: 1.3k words

Originally posted by a8ustd

You stared at the messy, unorganized space around you, wishing your shift would just end faster. The quaint art supply shop you worked in was rarely busy, let alone on a Wednesday afternoon. You took the job because you needed to fund your university career, plus you supported small businesses.

But your boss was scatterbrained and failed to inventory the store properly, leaving most of the mess to you. Plus, he always insisted on having beautiful window displays, so for the majority of your shift today, you slaved over creating a hanging paper sculpture.

A wave of origami pieces were suspended midair using fishing wire. The colours were pastel to match the spring weather outside. The whole thing was beautiful and terribly decorated, so you shouldn’t have been surprised when the display was immediately destroyed.

Two boys around your age burst into the store, barely sparing you a glance from where you stood behind the cash register, as they chattered excitedly. You observed them openly, since you had nothing better to do. The one standing nearest to you was tall and well built, but had a babyish face–dramatically round eyes and pouty lips. His friend was even taller, and had surprisingly similar facial features.

“Dude, why are we even here? Can you even do art?” the taller one asked as he followed his friend through the tiny, messy aisles.

“The fuck, Yugyeom?” the other boy replied indignantly. “Haven’t you seen me draw before? I am the Art God.”

“Ok, buddy,” Yugyeom scoffed. “If you’re gonna buy something, hurry up. I have class in like, fifteen minutes.”

The two boys rounded the store, approaching the front once again. You held your breath as they neared the window display. The artist friend browsed through a marker display, testing a few on the sample pad below.

“Bro, these Copic markers cost more than me,” the boy sighed.

“There’s a pack here on sale,” his tall friend pointed out from a few feet away.

“No way!” he replied, spinning around excitedly.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as you watched the disaster unfold.

The boy whipped around, searching for the discounted pack of markers a few feet away from him. As he turned, he stepped back to get a better view of the aisle, completely disregarding the delicate display inches away from where he stood. His backpack got caught on several of the strings and origami sculptures. And as he turned quickly, he ripped them away, sending some of the paper sculptures flying across the store.

The pressure from the boy’s spin also caused the mount every single origami sculpture to collapse. You stared, oddly detached, as you watched your labour tumble to the ground with a loud crash.

The two boys froze, and the store was silent, save for the radio playing softly in the background.

Eventually, you stepped away from the cash register and approached the two boys, who both were staring wide-eyed at the broken display.

“Jungkook, you idiot,” Yugyeom hissed, his eyes darting in between you and the broken window display. “You fucker.”

“So, what happened here?” you asked pleasantly, trying to dispel the burning rage inside you.

“Um…somebody broke that,” Jungkook replied in a tight voice, a fiery blush blooming over his cheeks as he turned to look at you.

“I can see that,” you smiled.

“I’m so, so sorry,” Jungkook blurted out, his eyes still comically wide. “Like I’m so sorry. I’ll pay–no I don’t have any money. I’ll help you fix it!”

You raised an eyebrow at this suggestion. “It took me five and a half hours to make that.”

“You made that!? Holy shit!” Jungkook explained, his expression worsening. “Fuck, I’m so sorry! I’ll do anything. I’m not–I don’t–fuck! Just tell me what I can do.”

“It’s okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I still have a few hours left of my shift. I’ll just try to…repair what’s left.”

“I swear I can help!” Jungkook cried–although it sounded more like a wail. “I feel so bad about this!”

Normally, you wouldn’t really consider making a customer stay back and help clean up the mess they made. But this customer–Jungkook, apparently–seemed legitimately apologetic and inappropriately guilty. Plus, you just realized he was incredibly good looking and didn’t want to turn down the company.

“Well, if you insist,” you replied. “Let me grab the origami paper. Better prepare for an incredibly boring next two hours.”

“You two have fun,” Yugyeom said, slowly backing away from the mess. “I have class. Jungkook, don’t fuck up more than you already have.”

“Amen,” you muttered, as you walked down a few aisles to locate the cheapest origami paper pack you had.

“How many times can I say I’m sorry!” Jungkook cried, watching his friend who slipped out of the store as quickly as he could. Soon, the store was quiet again, the atmosphere tense. When you returned with your hands full, Jungkook was staring at the ground, his cheeks still flushed.

You tossed him a pack of origami paper, which he fumbled to catch. His eyes darted back up.

“Look,” he began, pausing to peer at your name tag. “Y/N. I’m really, really sorry. I feel really bad about destroying your art.”

“Honestly, I don’t really have any emotional attachment to a window display I made in two minutes’ notice,” you laughed. “Just help me make a few origami sculptures, and we’ll be even.”

So, for the rest of your shift, you and Jungkook hunched over the cash, deftly folding origami paper into pretty little shapes. Surprisingly, Jungkook was quite skilled and didn’t need any instructions. While you worked, you exchanged little tidbits of information about each other.

Turns out, you both attended the same university. Jungkook was a year under you–studying business–and roomed with a few friends nearby.

He sang along quietly to the radio while you worked (“You have a beautiful voice,” you had said to him. After spluttering and blushing terribly, he replied, “Thank you. I’m minoring in music, actually.”).

When the next employee came to take over, they eyed the impromptu workstation you had set up suspiciously.

“This kid destroyed the display, so he’s helping rebuild it,” you explained. “But I’m done here, and so is he. So I’ll leave the rest to you.”

And so you shed your smock and your name tag and promptly scurried out of the store with Jungkook on your heels.

“Is it okay to leave the display like that?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“It’s fine. Plus that guy was late to his shift last week, and I had to stay behind for an extra hour,” you said, feeling a little petty. “Thanks for your help, Jungkook. I’ll see you around, I guess.”

“Yeah, see you,” he said, sending you an adorable smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And so you parted ways.

You were working the following Wednesday. And like every other Wednesday afternoon, the store was empty. But a few hours before your shift ended, the door chimed as a customer walked in. Your head shot up–you definitely weren’t dozing off–and your eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook waltzing into the store.

“Hi,” he said with a small smile. Jungkook walked right up the cash and leaned against the edge of the counter. The muscles of his arms bulged as he did so, and you were fairly certain that it was on purpose. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Yeah, sure,” you replied, your curiosity piquing.

“I was looking for something, and I think you have it. I want a date,” Jungkook said, blushing faintly, “with you. You and me–a date. Yeah?”

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” you smiled. “No refunds or exchanges. This is final sale.”

“I’ll take it,” Jungkook laughed, his face illuminated with a wide smile.

These days, Jungkook helped you make the window displays for fun. Turned out, he actually did have a knack for art. Your boss was seriously considering hiring Jungkook, but you dissuaded him from doing it. After all, you’d rather have Jungkook all to yourself.

- Girl in Luv

That’s it! Thanks for requesting!!!! And yes, be our regular anon, that’s so cute (and sorry this took us like 5 years to get to omg). If you’re wondering why my characters are always cashiers, it’s because I work part-time as one lmao. I was feeling some awkwardly cute JK. Hope you guys enjoyed. Thanks for reading 🤓

made my night

same person who submitted about being kept working bc my employers don’t have a replacement for me, even tho they’ve had two months to look; but this is a good story!!

so where i work, we’re open for lunch monday through saturday, and then for dinner wednesday through friday. because wednesday and thursday nights are so slow, only one of us works at a time while the other’s on call if it gets busy. i usually work wednesday night but traded with the manager for thursday (tonight’s thursday the 16th) so i could spend more time with my girlfriend while she was in town. 

it’s generally even slower when i work by myself, no matter what day it is, because i don’t have a car, and customers are used to seeing the boss and manager’s cars parked outside when we’re open, so if there’s no cars outside they assume we’re closed??? even if all FOUR signs say open and all the lights are on and i’m by the window rolling silverware and i literally meet their eyes as they drive by??? and then they’ll come in for lunch the next day asking why we weren’t open?????? which that’s another thing i could rant all night about but anyway. because customers are either too stupid to read the open signs or all the customers hate me and try to avoid the nights i work, sometimes i’ll literally have no one come in for dinner. if i don’t have anyone i’m supposed to let the manager know that no one’s been in and i’ll close early. tonight was one of those nights, where it reached 7pm and no one had come in. i started cleaning up and i was almost done when someone called. UURGH. he wanted to know if we were open. i’m like “yup, we’re open until 8 :)))” like really stressing that so if he wanted to come in and eat he’d come in before closing time.

he turns up about 10 minutes later with a friend and his son. i go through the motions, take their order, etc. i’m kind of zoning out (for lack of a better word) because i was tired, and kind of miffed that i wouldn’t get to go home early, and really miffed that i had to re-dirty the cleaning utensils i’d just washed… i was expecting these guys to keep me there all night like our regulars do, so i was getting to be in a bad mood, but i was still polite. but all while i’m making their food, i can hear the little boy (maybe 2? i’m really bad with guessing child ages, but he knew how to say a few works and could feed himself for the most part) laughing and gurgling which is adorable. i’m not maternal or anything but i love the happy giggly sounds kids make. when i got their food out, each time i set something down the little guy would go “oooooh!” like he was so freaking impressed with the salads and the chopped up hamburger patty i made for him. just…precious boy

the two adults ate really quickly and got a doggy bag for the rest of the kid’s burger. all together they probably spent 20 minutes in the restaurant. while the two guys were finishing their beer they gave the little boy a few fries to munch on, and he ended up dropping one. i swear i heard angels sing when the friend picked it up. i’m sure my other food service workers know just how bad parents are at picking up their children’s messes, but this guy picked up everything the kid dropped.

the dad had a salad and gave the packet of crackers to the son. while he was up paying the little boy was pointing at all of us with the crackers, trying to say “crackers” (it came out sounding like “gecko” aaah!!!!!!) and then suddenly stopped saying it. then he pointed at the friend, the friend said “crackers” and the little boy smiled. then he pointed at me with the crackers, i said “crackers” and he started laughing. he did that a few times and he acted like it was the best thing ever, and it was the cutest thing i’ve seen a kid do since i started working food service. omg and then once when he pointed at me i mimicked the way he was saying crackers (like “gecko”) and he looked so confused like i’m sorry little man i meant crackers

oh, and the dad tipped me 25%!!!! that NEVER happens!! we’re lucky if people tip 10%. most leave 5%


Dumbledore never thought the fall from the Astronomy Tower would have taken so long and he thought he knew everything about the castle he lived in for the most part of his life. This was his choice, rarely anything happened to Albus that wasn’t his choice, he somehow always had an upper hand on life, calculating every move meticulously and making sure no one knew how prepared for anything the life may throw his way. 

When his body hit the floor he opened his eyes slowly, checking his surroundings to figure out where he might have ended up at. This wasn’t some illusion, he was dead, this wasn’t Hogwarts but somewhere completely different where he could hear people mumbling. He straightened himself up and got up with the agility of a man his age normally wouldn’t have.

YOU,” shouted a woman in the distance, her hair was still glowing like fire and she was walking to him fast with two man behind him trying to hold her back. “I TRUSTED YOU”

“Lily, please,” pleaded Albus. “Can we talk about this calmly?”

“Calmly??” yelled Lily, her green eyes were drowning in the tears trying to leave. “Are you even aware of the burden you have loaded on Severus? Let alone my son who is just a child.”

“Severus accepted–”

Accepted?” she interrupted throwing her hands up in disbelief. “He said he didn’t want to do this and you made him kill you, in front of Harry.”

She was shaking so much, a beautiful disaster almost, her eyes creating new wounds on Albus’ already fragile skin and making him wish he had ended up in hell instead of here.

“It had to be done for–”

The greater good.” completed Sirius, a disappointed look on his face rather than anger. Albus had kept him locked of for so long but he had to but he had forgotten how handsome the disowned heir of Black house was before he went to Azkaban. “What difference do you have from Grindelwald if you are doing the same things he had done?”

“It’s not the same thing Mr. Black and you know it.”

“I know nothing anymore Professor,” objected Sirius as he ran his hand through his hair. “I thought I knew everything up until two years ago, I thought I knew you too but things change I guess and don’t call me Mr. Black again… please.”

No one talked for a while as Sirius took Lily away to calm her down a little bit, tears streaming down her face as she watched Harry fight everyone who tried to take him away from where Dumbledore’s lifeless body was. James opened his mouth every few minutes to break the silence but he couldn’t do it.

“Do you know how devastated he was?” he asked finally, his voice breaking a little. “Do you know Bill got attacked by Greyback? Do you know Harry tried to do something so bad to Snape because you made a monster of him?”

“James, I never thought I would see the day you worry about Severus.”

“No, no, no,” mumbled James his eyes gleaming with the fury he was trying so hard to keep at bay. “Don’t confuse my worry about my son with my worry about Snape. The way you are straying away from the subject, I think you don’t know shit, Professor.”

“I have made sure to leave a plan behind for Tom’s defeat,” explained Dumbledore, his fingers intertwined and his gaze on the ring he still was wearing. “These weren’t some momentary decisions, I had known I had to die for a good while, sometimes you have to sacrifice–”

“Don’t you dare talk about sacrifice in front of Lily,” shouted James, Dumbledore had finally pushed him off of the edge he was trying to hold onto. “All three of us sacrificed ourselves, too, you are not the only one who tried to do something for–”

“The greater good,” whispered Sirius as he walked back and forth. “You raised him like a pig for slaughter for the greater good?”

“I tried my best to be there for him, there are things you can’t possibly understand,” began Dumbledore his fingers rubbing the burnt skin. 

“If you had been there for him, I would still be alive you know,” said Sirius his voice breaking down in the middle of his sentence. “If you had been there for me as you promised when we joined the Order, I would still be whole.”

“I’m sorry Sirius that you–” he took a deep breath before staring to talk again. “I’m sorry that this happened to you but that was on all of us.”

“If you had been there for him Snape wouldn’t have made his life a living hell,” countered James. “He took his revenge out of my son, not me, my son and you just couldn’t say no to him because he was your Queen in your chess game where you were the King and Harry was nothing more than a stupid pawn.”

“Harry isn’t in the middle of the war because I put him there, Sybill made a prophecy about–”

“You know damn well prophecies don’t have to be carried out!” shouted Sirius, his grey eyes not so pale anymore but burning with anger. “You could have prevented so many things Albus, this could have gone so differently.”

Lily came back slowly from where she was, walked past James and stood right in front of Albus, her tears dried on her face and her eyes determined to hurt the shell of a man standing in front of her.

“You just love to make sure you are not the only one feeling guilty don’t you? Because how else could you have borne leaving Harry at that house?” said Lily, she was visibly calmed down but her disappointment was visible on every inch of her pale skin. “You left him to rot saying that it was the only way he could live, that’s not a reason good enough for me to leave my son in an abusive household Professor. You may have sacrificed yourself as you have sacrificed all of the pawns in your game but I will never forgive you for what you have done to me, my family. My Harry.”

“Harry was never yours to sacrifice,” continued James as he threw his arm over Lily’s shoulders, hugging her tightly. “I didn’t die for my son to become a soldier in someone else’s war, Sirius didn’t die so you can continue taking advantage of him and Lily didn’t sacrifice herself even though she could have ran away just so he can die at the hands of Voldemort again. Your plan, Professor, is flawed beyond belief and you are the only one who thinks it will work perfectly.”

“You are a coward, Professor and I always thought you were one of the bravest man I have ever met.”

Albus Dumbledore had been called many names before but it had been years since he had been called a coward, it was safe to say he was scared of the word even since Aberforth looked him in the eye at Ariana’s funeral and said it.


Albus would be the first to admit when he did something wrong, he wasn’t perfect and he knew it. Wizarding World however, ever since he had defeated Gellert, thought that he couldn’t make any mistakes. Tom Riddle had pushed him to make mistakes, sometimes to get to the better days you had to go through the darkest of times and he didn’t expect Sirius, James or Lily to understand that.

When he was left to his own thoughts, Albus had thought about all the mistakes he had made in his life, it was a long list for someone who was thought to be a hero of some sort, he was Harry’s hero although for one he hadn’t seen something coming. The more he thought about it the more he felt the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders. The boy he had raised to be a soldier say him as his hero, not knowing half the things he had done. Would Harry have seen him the same if he had known about Ariana? Would he still think Albus was brave if he had known his fate? Harry was a selfless boy, what would have happened if Albus never kept secrets from him?

Albus looked at the trio standing far away from him and decided it was best if he had stayed away for the time being because the more he thought about it, he understood why they were so angry. Harry trusted him and he had broken his trust by not trusting him enough to tell him everything but he had to. Albus had to keep this a secret for everything to work out how he planned them to.

It had to be Severus who killed him, this way he would get the complete trust of Tom and feed him false information. When the time came Snape had to make sure Order didn’t understand he was a spy for them and Harry, well Harry had to die. The moment he had survived the first killing curse, it was certain that Harry was meant for great things but now Albus didn’t know if dying was a great thing to do for a 17 year old child as Lily kept reminding but someone had to make the decisions that were hard to make for others, someone had to do the harder thing but he was a coward after all. 

A coward who had to be the villain in the end to make sure the real villain was defeated. Albus Dumbledore never referred to him as a hero or a brave men, he never was, he hadn’t been brave with Gellert so he was determined not to make the same mistake he did because he was too blind to see back then, this time whatever it took, it wasn’t going to take more lives than it should. He hadn’t been brave with Ariana, he couldn’t save her from herself or the people around her. He wasn’t brave when it came to Sirius, he wasn’t brave when it came to Remus either, he wasn’t brave when it came to the people who he cared about because he was scared.

However Harry, he was brave, he was one of the bravest people Dumbledore had met and that was saying something. He had taken the risk of assuming that Harry would willingly sacrifice himself to save the people he loved and he knew that he was right. Albus was nothing compared to what Harry was, at least that was how he felt as the tall boy insisted he would be the one to do the blood sacrifice in the cave or when he insisted on defeating Voldemort when this wasn’t his war to fight.  

Albus was hell-bent on not having another mistake in his life and if it meant being a coward he was fine with it because he knew deep inside that everything would work out, just fine and it was alright that Sirius, James and Lily didn’t understand just yet, he had to live with the hatred he now know he deserved for a while, at least until the war was over.

You cannot be a hero without being a coward. - George Bernard Shaw

anonymous asked:

i bought from my regular my ice dealer and he gave me a bag with powder and a little rock and it's not a shard. did i just get ripped off?

Not necessarily! Crystal comes in both powder and shard form. If you get a bag that is mostly (or all) powder, that is considered to be the “bottom of the bag stuff”, meaning it is what’s left over after all of the shards have been sold. I have received bags of 100% powder before and the high was amazing. I was flying all night. Although I’ve always had a very reliable, consist connect who I know wouldn’t rip me off.

But don’t take my word for it. A bag of pure powder could also mean it’s been cut, and who knows what it could be cut with. Powdered crystal, or the “bottom of the bag stuff”, is extremely easy to throw filler into to make more money off the last of the product. The best way to know if it’s good or not is to test it out for yourself. I made a post a little while back which I had placed on my Harm Reduction page but I seemed to have lost the link, so I’ll repost it below. 

Good Meth vs. Bad Meth

Bleach Test

Good. Pour liquid bleach into a glass; a couple ounces is all you need. Drop a small amount of your product into the glass with the bleach in it and watch what happens. If it is real, the crystal will start moving around, dart ing around for a few seconds and after a few minutes (or less,) small spots of oil will form on top of the bleach. 

Bad. If it immediately sinks to the bottom without darting around, guess what? It aint real.

Smoke Test

Good. When blowing out a hit, the smoke should come straight out of your mouth. Clouds appear to look like a rainbow in long streams. 

Bad. If the smoke comes out and stays close to you and goes sideways or goes both directions in circles after being exhaled, that is not a good sign.SS

The Nasal Test 

Good. Real crystal will burn your nose when snorted. It burns so much, and so badly, that tears could form in your eyes. Some call it the “donkey kick” because it feels that bad. But that’s good because it means it’s real. 

Bad. No burn or very little burn.

The Magnification Test 

Good. Take a look at your product under some magnification. It should all look the same and even throughout as far as color and texture. The shards should be rigid and uneven with rough edges. The color should be pretty clear or transparent, mostly but not 100%.

Bad. Cloudy rocks are a bad sign. If the edges are smooth and straight and more of a uniformed shape, immediate bad sign. Meth should not look wet. If it does look wet or a bit oily and is easy to break apart, bad sign.

The Pipe Test

Good. Real crystal will recrystallize quickly and will appear to be clear or at least white. It should start forming a pattern of lines, like spokes on a bicycle. It will smoke easy and you cant really fuck it up. Real stuff will stay in one spot when smoked

Bad. If your glass pipe turns dark inside the pipe after taking just one hit, that’s a bad sign. Fake shit will run away from the flame and it will be hard to smoke. Bad shit will run up the side and won’t stay in the bottom of the pipe. If it burns away really quick, that’s also not a good sign. And lastly, if brown spots appear instead of lines, that’s a dead giveaway that it’s bunk shit.

All of the info above was found here

anonymous asked:

The Chocobros' S/O has gone down with the flu on their journey. They're not doing that great, and the only thing that really brings them comfort is having their Bro at their side. They feel awful, though, worrying that they'll get them sick.

A lil drabble to tide you over. Prompto x gender neutral Reader :)

“You’re burning up,” Prompto frowned, placing the back of his hand on your forehead. You were lying down in the tent at camp, your body half out of your sleeping bag with your head in your boyfriend’s lap.

“M’dying,” you wheezed, feeling a layer of cold sweat settle over your body. “End me. Take that pillow and put it over my face.”

“Don’t say that!” Prompto scolded. He knew you were joking, but he’d never seen you in such bad shape before. “Let me go get Ignis. He’ll know what to do.”

Prompto made to get up, but you whined and tugged him back down as soon as your head left his lap. He almost fell backwards, but steadied himself and gently caressed your cheek.

“Babe, I have to go get Iggy. You’ll be alright, I’ll just be a few minutes.”

You closed your eyes and finally gave a curt nod, snuggling back up into your sleeping bag as a wave of vertigo overcame you. Prompto exited the tent and sighed loudly, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms.

“How’re they doing?” Gladio asked from his seat by the fire. “Still tossing and turning?”

“They’re awake, but they’ve got a pretty high fever,” Prompto answered, biting at the skin on his thumb nervously. “Specs, do you have anything that can help?”

Ignis took a moment to shuffle through their supply of curatives. “Hmm. I don’t know what might help break their fever, but perhaps a potion would help. It couldn’t hurt.” He handed Prompto the glass vial and he scurried back into the tent.

When he saw you, his heart broke. You were rolled onto your side, shivering so much that you were starting to cry. He rushed to your side.

“Babe, hey,” he gently scooped you up back onto his lap. “Ignis gave me this. You should take it, it might help.” Prompto helped tilt your head up so that you could allow for the glowing liquid to pass through your lips and into your system.

As the potion started to take effect, your shivering receded to a minimum, though your face was still flushed. Prompto put the empty vial aside and smoothed your hair away from your sweat-laden face.

“Sorry I’m so ugly,” you joked, your eyes fluttering closed.

Prompto laughed a little, but it didn’t sound genuine. “You’re not ugly,” he reprimanded. “You’re beautiful. The most beautiful person I’ve ever known.”

“Even when I’m a disgusting, sick mess?”

“Even more so,” he grinned. “The redness in your cheek really brings out your eyes.”

You chuckled and leaned into his hand. “Stay with me?”

Prompto nodded and came to lie down beside you. He wrapped his arms around your body, still stuffed in the sleeping bag, and held you close to his chest, facing him. You started relaxing in his grip, but then suddenly you jolted.

“Wait! I don’t want to get you sick. What am I doing? You should be like, ten feet away from me at all times—”

Prompto cut off your rambling with a kiss to the cheek. “Hey,” he kissed your shoulder, then lifted your hand to press a kiss to it as well. “I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry about me, okay? Just rest.”

You pouted and he booped your nose before settling back in. You eventually fell asleep in his arms, and he prayed to the Six that your fever would break in the night.

1,000 Piece Puzzle (Connor Murphy x reader imagine)

A/N: Hello beautiful humans! My first request complete! Yay! Also, I feel like I want to make this a series of experiences that Connor and the reader will go through with the pregnancy. Spoilers oops. Also, I’m going to post some headcanons tonight. Have a wonderful day!- Ella
Requested: Yes!
Words: 1415
Warnings: some swearing and this is a teen pregnancy one.

You always wanted to have kids, but not now, not even close to now. You pictured yourself married, in your late 20’s or 30’s, with a house that had picket fences and a minivan ready and prepped. This is not where you thought you would be, 17, sitting on the bathroom floor of a Walgreens, with a positive pregnancy test and crying your eyes out. It could be seen as ironic since you were crying like a baby because you found out you were carrying one, but you couldn’t manage to find any irony in this situation. Denial seemed like the best action, so you told yourself the test was wrong. You bargained with yourself, you would go to the local clinic to have them test it, find out that you aren’t pregnant and never mention any of this to anyone, especially Connor. This plan seemed foolproof.

You and Connor had been joined at the hip since you started dating over a year ago. To others he might have seemed closed off and cruel, but they never took the time to know him. You denied that he changed around you into someone better, in reality he was just his true self without all of the guards that he put up. This didn’t mean that he didn’t get angry or close down, but you knew why he did and he knew that you wouldn’t judge his reasons. Trust was beyond important in your relationship. You trusted him with your life and he trusted you with his. The love and trust you had didn’t mean that you weren’t terrified of telling him because in truth you were beyond terrified.
You went to the appointment and to your fear you were pregnant. The doctor took her time with you and handed you pamphlet after pamphlet with every option you had. You thanked her and told her you would come back in later that week when you had your head on straight and could actually focus.

You had been ignoring Connor’s texts and phone calls all afternoon. Sure you felt bad, but you felt worse knowing that you would have to tell him. What would he say? What would he do? Would he run? Or get angry? A million different variations of these questions invaded your mind. You knew what you would do, deep down you knew, but what Connor would do seemed like a mystery that could only be solved by talking to him.
You knew that after ignoring Connor for a few hours he would be sulking in his room or yours. You decided to start at his house since it was closer to you. You used the key under the planter and walked up to the room you knew so well.
“Hey Connor,” you said softly as you pushed the door closed behind you. Connor immediately sat up.
“Where the fuck have you been? I’ve been going crazy not knowing where you are,” he spoke. His words might have seemed angry but the worry on his face betrayed him.
“I had some stuff I had to deal with,” you replied, not even looking him in the eyes.
“Well that’s specific y/n.”
“I just need you to hold me for a minute before I talk about it.” Connor just nodded, frustration seeping into him, but he sensed that he would need to question later and just hold you in the moment. You climbed into his bed and rested your head on his chest feeling it rise and fall with every inhale and exhale he made. You needed to hold onto him for a few minutes before you confessed, in case he left. You needed a simple and happy memory of him. You told yourself that no matter the reaction you would have these memories and that not telling him wouldn’t make the situation disappear so you may as well admit it to him.
“I have something I need to tell you. It’s bad and it’s scary, I know that, but I still need to tell you,” you said while still laying on the bed with him. You felt his arms tighten around you and him take a large breath.
“I’m not breaking up with you,” with those words he let out a deep sigh, “but you might break up with me after I tell you this.” You took a second before responding, treasuring the moment and every moment you had with each other.
“I’m pregnant.”
“You sure?”
“Very sure”
“What do you want to do?”
“Keep it,” you finally sat up and looked at him with tears spilling out of your eyes. His face was blank and his hands let go of yours. He stood up carefully and left the room. You sat on his bed staring at the door he walked out of. He just stood up and left. You were scared of this, but it was Connor, he promised to always be there for you.
A few minutes later he walked back into the room and sat on the end of his bed. He clutched a worn out blanket with a balloon design covering it.
“If we’re keeping it,” he spoke softly, “It’ll need this blanket. I slept with it every night until I was 12. I used to believe it had good luck or some shit like that so our kid should have it.” Tears were now freely pouring out of your eyes.
“You aren’t mad?”
“Well I was part of the process so it wouldn’t be fair to get mad. Plus you’re carrying my baby so that would make me a fucking ass.” With that you grasped onto him for dear life while he put his arms around you again.
“I’m scared Connor.”
“I’m scared too y/n, but if we figured out that 1,000 piece puzzle together when the electricity went out we can do anything.”

With the appointment set up for later that week you and Connor decided not to tell anyone until you met with the doctor. When you entered the waiting room Connor found your hand and tightly held it until your name was called. The nurse took your vitals and information and gave you a gown to change into. You changed and sat on the exam table while Connor fiddled with your hands.
“When the appointments done I can paint your nails.”
“Only if I can paint yours.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way.” At that moment the doctor opened the door. She introduced herself to Connor as Dr. Laurens and greeted you with a warm smile. Dr. Laurens then went over all your basic information. She figured that with your last period you were around 8 weeks along.
“Have you thought any more about your options? We will support you with any decision you make. If you choose to terminate we will be there with support, or if you choose to carry the baby we will also be able to give you all the prenatal care you need.”
“I’m keeping the baby. I support a women’s choice, but that’s not the right path for me,” you said nervously. Connor leaned over and kissed your temple.
“Won’t she need vitamins? I think I remember that my Aunt took them when she was pregnant.”
“She will actually need those and many more things, but that can seem overwhelming, so let’s do the ultrasound first. It usually makes it easier to take in all the things you need to do when you know what it’s for.” The doctor set everything up and started the ultrasound. She showed you where the baby’s heartbeat was and confirmed that you were between 8 to 10 weeks along. Half listening all you and Connor could do was watch the life that you had made. It was so small and so precious, and Connor already felt the intense need to protect you and your child.

You and Connor left the appointment with vitamins, appointments set up, lots of information, and an ultrasound of your already beautiful child. You sat in the car together and looked at the photo for 10 minutes before pulling out of parking lot. The love you both felt for the small growing child inside of you was so large that all both of you could do was place gentle hands on your stomach. You knew this would be a lot more complicated than a puzzle, but that didn’t matter the moment you saw the baby you created together.

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Request/Inspiration: Not a request! It just came to me!

Summary: “Can you do me a favor and be my fake girlfriend for the weekend?”

A/N: I was going to do it the other way around, but I wanted to try something else. I switched it around. Anyways, happy April! I hope you enjoy this fic! I know I haven’t posted a story in a while, please forgive me! Shoutout to my beb @dear-alexander for reading an excerpt and giving me some advice. <3

Word Count: 2,272 [Wow.]


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My friend is reading TWoK for the first time. She sent me this text, while reading the chapter just before Sas Nahn:

I was feeling like a very bad friend…

A few minutes later:

And now she understands.

QUARTET NIGHT LIVE Evolution 2017 - 2017/02/12 - REPORT Part ①

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As usually, not 100% accurate with the order, especially the talks, so much happened but I’m surprised with how much I remember.


I went to the Live Viewing at Saitama.
They sold goods at each cinema during their open time.

My cinema opened at 8am and I got to the the place just after 7am, there was already about 60-100 people lined up.

There were Shoutan fans!! They wore the PRISM long Tshirt and had the bags, I briefly acknowledged them. I had my PRISM Itta bag with me too (and a tiny Ai-chan itta bag).

We started moving a few minutes before 8am.

I kept thinking how they are selling the goods, do we tick what we want from a sheet? Do we buy at the till and tell the staff what we want?

I was too distracted while walking in, my eyes briefly glanced at the goods on the table to my left. I kept walking on.


I realised you just pick up what you want along the way and quickly snatched the pamphlet!
The next thing, oh the clothes…  It’s pretty dark grey, hmm, just one left…
Picks up to look at, about to put it back
I quickly held it close to me tightly.
THE LAST ONE!! 。・゜・(ノД`)・゜・。
Most things were gone already! 😭
Only one Live towel left, I think there was 2 bags, I’m sure there was tshirts, but again my mind was somewhere else and never picked them up 😭
The next thing I picked up was Ai-chan’s brooch, there was some left along with Reiji’s, barely any character towels left.
Some light sticks

The charms were all gone too, but I wasn’t going for them.

There was quite a few fans left, Ai-chan’s had the most.
I made a last minute decision to get one to make up for not being able to get the other goods I wanted.

So, I got the pamphlet, cardigan, brooch and fan.
Plus 2 random keychains for spending over a certain amount
*Will upload pics later*

I opened the first random packet, Ranran came out, not too bad, next one was Camus.
Ai-chan~~~~ 😭

I went to the crowd of fans to try and exchange for Ai-chan, and if possible the QN logo

I seen the Shoutan fans again, they obviously would want Ai-chan, skip.
Where’s Ai-chan~~~

Ah!! Ai-chan!!
I asked the girl who she was looking for and she said “Camus-sama” SCORE!
Put Ai-chan’s one away, kinda still want the logo~

I stood for a while holding Ranran’s one
And then a girl came to me asking if they can get Ranran for the logo
Mission complete 💜
And now to roam about for 6 hours or so before the live (omg I was SOOOO bored! 😩)

Came back to the theatre and went to the screen, my seat was 7th row from the front

The girl next to me was wearing the Long T! Yeyy
Fan: are you Mikaze Ai’s fan?
Me: Yes~ Shoutan’s fan? ✨
Fan: Hai sou desu (yes that’s correct)
Me: Yatta! XD
Fan: Yatta ^^ Yoroshiku onegaishimasu
Me: Yoroshiku onegaishimasu~

I asked her name, she’s Yukina.

The screen was showing the Live logo and then changed to the goods

Not long after it showed the venue!!!!

Ahh!! It was beautiful!! All monochrome
Part of the stage set was decorated with their character colours

We were saying how amazing it looks and she said it’s very QN-like ✨

She was like “yabai yabai!!”
I’m so glad a Shoutan, and a vocal fan is next to me!!
For the past lives I’ve been to, apart from Shoutan’s Osaka live(sat with a friend)
Every stranger I’ve sat next to are SO quiet!
Yeyy! It’s gna be fun! XD

We both freaked out

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