this is so not how i should be spending my time lmao

anonymous asked:

How about a semi angsty fight with the rfa+V but they make up because HAPPY ENDINGS ARE NICE

I’m a slut for angst don’t give me this power 

Yoosung: 

✮ you had accidentally knocked the power cord to his computer while you were cleaning and he was playing LOLOL 
✮ he screamed 
✮ he was ranting and raving about how he was in the middle of an important raid and he was so close to levelling up 
✮ and you’re kinda standing there with a laundry basket and a pile of clothes almost over your head 
✮ and you don’t know what to do 
✮ you kind of want to cry 
✮ you kind of want to throw the laundry at his head 
✮ until 
✮ “rika never did things like this!!”
✮ oh 
✮ of course
✮ it somehow always got back to this point. comparing you with rika 
✮ sometimes he didn’t mean it or even realise he’d done it. but this was different 
✮ you remain eerily calm, putting the laundry down before turning to glare at yoosung 
✮ a wave of realisation hits him and he’s just full of guilt 
✮ you very calmly tell him you’re going to spend the night with jaehee, and ask him not to contact you 
✮ he begins crying and pleading with you to stop and stay 
✮ he’s so sorry and he’s just hating himself while you pack an overnight bag
✮ he’s practically on his knees and following you, begging you to stay 
✮ you kind of pause when you see the raw sorrow in his face 
✮ you sigh and stop for a moment 
✮ you’re hurt but you know that you have to talk it out with yoosung for it to get better 
✮ you both talk for a few hours, and he completely understands your viewpoint and he apologises 18923475829 times 
✮ he stays off of LOLOL for a few weeks, and even after that he tries not to get too obsessed– because that’s how the whole problem started 
✮ he just doesn’t want to lose you 

Jaehee: 

✎ you just wanted her to stop working so much 
✎ she was working overtime at the cafe 
✎ so much that she practically lived there 
✎ she was there after-hours and before-hours 
✎ sometimes she slept there and wouldn’t come home 
✎ so you book a holiday for her in secret, making plans behind her back for the cafe so it can function without her
✎ you tell all the employees and the deliverers who are close with the shop 
✎ but when you sit jaehee down and announce your plan 
✎ she gets so cold 
✎ she wants none of it 
✎ she’s not overworking herself dammit 
✎ she’s just doing what needs to be done 
✎ you try telling her that she doesn’t need to coddle the cafe, that you and the other emplyees were fully capable of running it 
✎ but she’s so worked up 
✎ and she says that you can’t 
✎ you’re clearly offended and you’re upset that your hard work planning this holiday for her is being pushed aside 
✎ somehow, you get her to take the holiday and see how it pans out 
✎ she’s calling you constantly 
✎ eventually you start ignoring her calls and texts 
✎ she gets so freaked out that the cafe is literally crumbling with you in charge so she rushes home 
✎ and you’re so mad when she rushes into the cafe, only to stop when she sees everything is going as usual 
✎ “b-but you weren’t answering my calls! I thought something happened!” 
✎ “jaehee i was ignoring you because you have no trust in me and I was busy making sure you could enjoy your holiday!” you were screaming 
✎ she felt so bad 
✎ she took her vacation and came back a lot better 
✎ you two made up, and she explained that her problem came from being jumin’s assistant for so long (if she didn’t do her job everything fucked up bc jumin is horrible at his job lmao) 
✎ she was a lot more calm after that and took breaks when she needed to (even took some time off on every second weekend- when you took care of the cafe) 

Zen: 

✿ he was working 
✿ of course 
✿ his job was the root of most of your arguments as a couple 
✿ but this time he had gone out for drinks with the cast 
✿ while you were standing outside of a restaurant waiting for him- you were going to have a date since filming was wrapping up that day (which is why the cast was having drinks in the first place) 
✿ you had faith in him, and stayed there until the restaurant closed 
✿ which was very, very late in the evening, seeing as it was part bar 
✿ as you were walking home, upset 
✿ zen came stumbling out of the bar with his castmates 
✿ he doesn’t notice you at first 
✿ until one of his acting buddies points at you, not recognising you, and laughs about how you’re soaked in rain and look like you’ve had that worst day of your life 
✿ you hear him 
✿ zen chuckles slightly before looking closer and realising who it is 
✿ swears up a storm as he pushes away everyone- muttering out something like ‘ssss my girlfirendddd’ 
✿ he tries to grab you because you’re storming away 
✿ he’s trying to coo and ask you why you were out so late because he’s drunk and doesn’t remember 
✿ you slap his hands away before screaming at him 
✿ “I was waiting for you! Our date for celebrating the end of filming?! Guess you had other plans, huh?!” 
✿ he’s so shocked like 
✿ it looks like he’s been smacked in the face 
✿ he follows you all the way home, apologising profusely 
✿ you make him sleep on the couch and lock yourself in the bedroom 
✿ when he wakes up the next morning he remembers, even through his wicked hangover 
✿ he cooks an amazing breakfast and waits for you to come out 
✿ when you do he hands you flowers with a card about how sorry he is
✿ he swears that he’ll make it up to you- and never let it happen ever again 

Jumin: 

₩ he was planning on properly introducing you to his father 
₩ but he was getting so controlling 
₩ he literally dressed you and did your hair and practically gave you a lecture on how to act and what to say 
₩ you’re kind of pissed at him but try to understand that he’s just stressed about how his father will react 
₩ his father loves you, and you loosen up- begin to be yourself 
₩ his father leaves after blessing your relationship together 
₩ but jumin is fuming 
₩ ‘what were you doing?! I told you not to say this or that’ blah blah 
₩ you’re just so shocked 
₩ “jumin that’s not who I am!” 
₩ “that’s who you should be!” 
₩ silence. 
₩ jumin has never been afraid of anything 
₩ but he’s afraid of this silence and the tears that are slipping down your cheeks 
₩ he’s afraid of what he said. he’s afraid of himself 
₩ he stumbles over his words as he tries to apologise, saying that isn’t what he meant 
₩ you can’t hear him though, all you can hear is his previous words echoing through your head 
₩ you tell him you’re sleeping in the guest room that night- the only thing you said before locking him out 
₩ when you get up the next morning 
₩ you open the door and see jumin sitting on the ground agains the wall next to your door, elizabeth pulled to his chest 
₩ his eyes were puffy and his cheeks and nose red 
₩ he had a note next to him that he hadn’t finished 
₩ it read ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, tear stains smudging some of the letters 
₩ you sigh, and kneel down to wake him up 
₩ he explains that he thought his father wouldn’t accept you unless you were like the other women and he didn’t want his father to come between your relationship anymore than he already had with the Sarah bullshit 
₩ and you make up but he spends so long reassuring you that he loves you so much, just the way you are 

Seven/Saeyoung: 

✞ he was doing it again
✞ he was trying to push you away 
✞ someone had approached you while you were on the street, asking about a ‘707′ 
✞ when you told saeyoung he got so scared and reverted back to his old ways 
✞ trying to push you away so that you ‘wouldn’t get hurt’ 
✞ when you try to kiss his cheek he physically pushes you away (after acting hostile all day) 
✞ and you trip over his wires and fall- hitting your head on the ground 
✞ he’s shocked, you’re shocked 
✞ he reaches forward to try and help you but freezes when you flinch away 
✞ he feels like less than shit 
✞ he feels like death himself. the grim reaper- that’s him. 
✞ he watches helplessly as you stumble to your feet and rush off to the bedroom, locking yourself inside (even though Saeyoung had control over the locks) 
✞ he spends about an hour just leaning over his desk with his head in his hands, thinking over how terrible he had been 
✞ how you deserve so much better 
✞ he was unstable. he was dangerous. 
✞ you were the light. you were everything 
✞ after a while he unlocks the door and sends your robot-cat in with flowers and a note in his mouth 
✞ it’s a handwritten letter from saeyoung, telling you he was just scared 
✞ that he was so sorry. that he loved you more than he could ever understand and he didn’t know how to deal with that yet 
✞ you slowly walk out, seeing him sitting on the ground somewhere, surrounded by the mess that he’d made 
✞ he had thrown all the cushions and pillows on the couch. ripped up the first drafts of the note. he’d even knocked one of his monitors to the ground, shattering it.
✞ you sit with him and talk together 
✞ you make a plan for how you can both deal with these times better 
✞ he promises to spend his life making sure you’re as happy as you can be 

V/Jihyun:

☼ i’m so sorry but i don’t want to hurt this precious roll 

we know the game

on Ao3

nothing like some good old fashioned nonsense

this is basically crack. right well, i should stop writing after 11pm

enjoy~


Marinette has a few rules when it comes to her partner.

  1. Don’t let him take patrols on his own. He’ll fall asleep on a random rooftop somewhere because he likes to stay out until the break of dawn, watching over the city as it sleeps.
  2. If he calls after midnight, always answer.
  3. Don’t trust him with gifts. He always goes unnecessarily over the top and spends far too much money for her (or anyone else) to be comfortable with it.
  4. Don’t put him in charge of food. For the same reason as the gifts, but also because he’ll eat half the food before she shows up.
  5. Don’t smile at him too much in class. Alya is getting suspicious.

But it turns out that Marinette has to add a new rule to the list:

  • Don’t let Alya and Nino plan anything for the four of them.

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“Are you sure you can’t come?” Marinette asks, pacing back and forth as Tikki watches her burn circles in the floor from the desk..

I really can’t,” Alya apologizes over the phone. “We can’t find a sitter this last minute and there’s no way my mom is letting Ella and Etta stay home alone.

“Could you bring them?” Marinette tries. “Because I can just bring more food and—”

Marinette,” Alya interrupts gently. “With this last week of akumas, I don’t think my mom wants even us going to school. A park without adult supervision? No way.

Marinette chews on her bottom lip and resists the urge to ask ‘what about superhero supervision?’ Instead, she asks, “Are you sure?”

Positive.” Alya sighs. “I’m sorry, I really wish I could come. But you’ll be with Nino and Adrien, you’ll still have a fun time without me there.”

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Headcanon that Viktor and Yuuri do not really fare very well during fights.

They do fight like most couples do. It does not matter what they fought about; there are just those days when the timing is not right, and their reactions are not proportional to what they are arguing about. Sometimes it is Viktor who is not in the mood and it just so happened that that it is an off-day for Yuuri, too. Sometimes it is Yuuri who points something out, a minor thing like dog food running out or dishes left in the sink, but it had been a long day for Viktor and he had not yet told Yuuri that he got an earful from Yakov earlier that day over one thing or another.

So they fight. Tempers flare and sometimes it is petty. They both dislike yelling, but then there are also those days, and sometimes they say things they do not mean. One person’s eyes sting first and that usually puts a stop to things – but then, the damage has been done. Sometimes they apologize immediately, but there are also days when they just part ways. Yuuri tends to leave first more often than not, locking himself in the bedroom or the bathroom or wherever there are four walls and a closed door that would keep him away from Viktor.

There are those days, albeit few and far in between (which is good because they truly are the worst of days), when they would fight so badly that night would find them with one in the bedroom and the other on the couch. It is usually Yuuri who refuses to join Viktor in bed; he doesn’t like touching Viktor when they are in a fight.

What they never really managed, though, is to spend an entire night apart. Always, be it at midnight or as late as 4 am, Viktor would come out of the bedroom, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.

“Yuuri,” he would say, voice low so as not to startle Yuuri awake, should he already be asleep. (Yuuri never is, on nights like that.)

Sometimes Yuuri would turn to him; sometimes he would not. Either way, Viktor would pad quietly across their moonlit living room and usually find Yuuri curled up in a bundle under his own blanket, awake and miserable. He does not say anything, his Yuuri, but then Viktor knows him well enough not to expect it. So instead, he would just kneel down at the front end of the couch, move slowly so as to let Yuuri stop him any time in case he was still angry with Viktor. Yuuri never is and neither does he ever stop Viktor, and if anything his eyes would sparkle in the moonlight, sad and expectant, and it is how Viktor knows: Yuuri is sorry, too.

Viktor would open his arms and Yuuri would fall into them, his relief obvious in the way he sharply inhales like one breaking the surface after nearly drowning. The hug is never gentle, always nearly crushing Viktor’s neck by how tightly he clings to him, but Viktor never minds. He only also breathes in deeply and shakily, holding Yuuri just as tightly, before wrapping the blanket he brought around the both of them. If he had his way, he would pull the blanket over Yuuri’s head and just hold him to his chest, reclaim him for himself and hide him completely from the world. His, his, his - never to leave him, never, never not his, not even when the fights are so bad that Viktor could feel his heart break over again whenever he remembers them.

He makes do with wrapping the blanket around them as tightly as he can manage. Yuuri never complains, so Viktor wonders if it comforts Yuuri, too. They fall asleep like that, locked still in their tight embrace after many kisses and whispered apologies, limbs tangled beneath the blanket that would surely be too warm and stifling when they wake mid-morning. It is not always the most comfortable thing, waking up that way, but they never really got rid of making up like this – not when, at least in the evenings, lying together like that feels absolutely perfect, and is everything that they needed.

Assumption: Akaashi is annoyed by Bokuto whereas Kuroo can handle Bokuto better

my claim: Akaashi and Kuroo act similarly (almost the same way) towards Bokuto but people tend to interpret Akaashi as more “cold” towards Bokuto because he’s a more stoic character.

Spoilers for: the manga (owls vs cats), the short comic (”super forgetful”)

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Call Boy Taeil (Taeil x Reader)

Ayyyy what is up my dudeS??? I’m back with another installment to the NCT Call Boy Series!!! This time, I’m back with my number two main man, Taeil!! Listen, I think our old man needs more love and more smut literature because I crave that damn shit like a cocaine addict with crack lmao Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!!!!

P.S. LISTEN I THINK PEOPLE DON’T REALIZE HOW KINKY HE PROBABLY IS LIKE??? HIS FAV ARTIST IS TREY SONGZ????????? WHAT MORE NEEDS TO BE SAID????????

Originally posted by tenthmark

You’re thumb stopped on the green call button, body shaking as you willed yourself to just press it. Part of you thought it was a good idea, the other half screamed for you to forget about it all entirely and just cry in your bed alone again.

It had been a few weeks since your long time boyfriend of over three years broke up with you. But that wasn’t even the worst part, he broke up with you, even though you should have broken up with him. You had caught him cheating a month or so ago, heart crushed into the dirt when you saw the way he moaned and bit his lip in ecstasy, while some unknown girl did things to him only you thought you could. When you told him what you saw, he had looked like a man staring death in the face, tears spilling down his cheeks as he explained that it was because he was drunk and didn’t realize how much he had drank, that he would never think about doing it ever again.

Because he loved you more than anything.

But it happened again, then again, and again, until finally, having realized you weren’t worth much to him anymore, he dropped you completely. He broke up with you in the nastiest way possible, saying that he fucked all those girls because he couldn’t stand the thought of banging you again.

He left you in a crumpled heap of tears in your own apartment, which smelled like him, alone to wallow in your self pity and sadness. That had been over two weeks ago, and the tears had faded, leaving only anger and bitterness. You weren’t low enough to get back at him, no, at this point he wasn’t even worth your time, let alone another thought. Your body craved for touch though, to be loved in a way that you realized your boyfriend had never actually had.

It was a bad idea.

But you were so, so desperate as you lay in a quivering mess on the hotel bed, heart aching as you finally pressed the call button. You read the hastily scrawled number of the sticky note you had written on, eyes tracing the name still branded on the backs of your eyelids when you looked away: Taeil.

You thought no one would pick up, the dial tone seemed to last for hours, but eventually a calm voice answered the phone, “Hello?”

“H-Hello,” you managed through your trembling lips, fingers tightening on bed spread. “I’d like to make an order.” You did as the advertisement in the mature magazine had instructed, feeling silly and stupid as those words struggled to escape your mouth.

“And who is it you wish to deliver?,” the unknown voice asked, emotionless and businesslike.

You shakily exhaled the name, “T-Taeil, please.” There was no doing back now, you’d just either dug your own grave or gave yourself the best early birthday present of your life.

“Ah, you’re lucky he’s free tonight and not very busy,” the voice sighed, “And the address, ma'am?”

You gave the name of the hotel you were staying at, and even your room number, placing all cards down on the table as you prayed that a serial killer wasn’t going to show up at your door.

“Right,” the nameless voice confirmed your address with you, “It should be about an hour, is that quite alright?”

“Oh, y-yes!,” you stuttered, snapping out of your horrid daydreams. “Thank you!”

No, ‘your welcome’, only the rhythmic beeping of your phone as the voice hung up without a word, leaving you once again in silence. The only other sound in the room, was the pattering of rain drops down the big glass window of the hotel room. Maybe he would get lost and you could just spend the night in this nice hotel room to try and forget your troubles. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting the rain lull you into a trance, your eyes snapping open as you felt the weight of your phone still in your hand.

You sat up quickly, pressing a hand to your mouth as you read the list of recent calls and saw the unknown number at the very top. You had just called for a call boy.

You had just called for a call boy.

You shrieked and threw your phone against the mattress, flailing as you slammed your head into a pillow, burying your face as far in as it would go before releasing a blood curdling scream. You can’t believe you did that, and for what? A good fuck because you haven’t had one in weeks? You literally couldn’t believe what a sad sight you must have looked at that moment. You definitely were not dressed like a (hopefully) hot guy was about to show up at your hotel room and bang you. You sat up, hair disheveled and lips pouting as you caught sight of your appearance in a mirror.

You wore a baggy sweater to fight the biting cold of winter, a semi-cute skirt with black tights that might have passed for presentable, had you not topped off the look with your worn white high tops. You snorted at yourself and kicked off the shoes, throwing them somewhere in the spacious room. Even if you looked like trash, the guy was still obliged to fuck you, so long as you paid what was owed.

And boy, was this guy expensive.

You didn’t realize what a pretty penny he would cost you, but at this point you had little to lose, so why not go out with a bang? Literally. You knew you would kick yourself later for this, but for right now, all you knew was that you were getting increasingly aroused and bitter, a little impatient too. You weren’t sure you could wait a whole hour for this guy to show up, so you did what you could to distract yourself.

You thought about maybe touching yourself, but then that would defeat the purpose of the call boy. So instead, you opted to sip some hot tea and browse social media, two things you did outrageously well. The minutes slipped by with the aid of your phone, and you nearly jumped out of your skin when you heard three short raps on the door.

You first panicked, shoving your entire mug of unfinished tea into one of the trash cans, then proceeded to dump your phone on the desk as you inspected yourself once over in the mirror. In a last ditch effort, you put on chapstick and wiped underneath your eyes with a tissue to clean up your makeup, screaming internally as you walked over to the door and opened it breathlessly.

Oh, fuck.

No singular adjective could properly describe the god that stood in the dimply lit hallway of the hotel, his eyes opening in surprise for a split second as he gave you a once over. He had a jawline that would probably butcher you if you touched it, soft, warm brown eyes, and a sinful tongue that darted out to casually lick his bottom lip. Your body was already reacting and you had only just looked at him for a solid minute.

“This should be fun,” he murmured, eyeing you like a predator.

You backed up into the room as he stepped through the doorway, confused, “What?” You watched as he casually shed his coat, the movement fluid as you still recovered from the fact that his voice sounded like milk and honey.

“Baby girl,” he began, popping open a few buttons on his shirt, “Anyone with a nose and a brain can tell that you’ve been thinking about a thing or two.” He barely spared you another glance, nodding down at your skirt as he undid a few more buttons, exposing his lean chest.

You blushed, trying to sniff the air inconspicuously as you tugged down on your skirt, “Oh, n-no that’s not-” You stopped yourself, sighing as you decided to plop yourself on the bed, admiring the call boy without a care in the world now.

“You have a name, sweetheart?,” he asked, finally meeting your eyes and catching you eyeing him with a smirk.

“_______,” you murmured, feeling a flare of arousal in your stomach as you realized how wet you really were. You thought of how long it had been since someone touched you, since you’ve been kissed. You craved that now more than ever, here was a beautiful man, willing to please you so long as you paid.

“Cute,” he smiled, walking over and letting his fingers run through your hair where you sat on the bed. You had to crane your neck back to look up at him, as he spoke again, “You can call me Taeil, or something else if you really wanted to. Daddy, master, doesn’t matter to me, it’s what you want, right?” He smirked down at you seeing the way your eyes widened at his suggestions.

“I like Taeil,” you said, chewing on your bottom lip.

He chuckled, pushing you back into the mattress as he crawled on top and caged you in with his arms, “I bet you do. Don’t be afraid to say whatever later, you might find you like having a daddy, or a master.”

You squirmed beneath him as he took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye, “Got it?”

You nodded, lips parting as he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss as your body already ached for him to press himself onto you. You wanted the satisfying weight of him on top of you, your thighs rubbing together eagerly as he kissed you like no one else.

You parted your lips and he hummed in approval, causing a flare of pride to spark in your belly as he slid his tongue in. He tasted of dark chocolate, like he’d just ate an entire bag before coming here, and you didn’t mind at all. In fact, your kisses increased, tongue fighting to enter his mouth as he pulled away with a chuckle, “A little eager there, aren’t we?” A shining bridge of saliva stretched between the two of you, causing your eyes to darken.

Knowing you’d probably never see him again, you might as well be honest, so you gasped, chest heaving, “You taste so good.”

His soft brown eyes darkened, finally sinking down to press his chest against yours, “Oh, yeah?” He shifted until one of his knees was pressed between your thighs, causing your skirt to ride up around your hips.

You bit your lip and nodded, seeing the way he smirked and nosed his way down towards your neck caused your skin to flush. Taeil pressed several wet kisses to the skin there, trailing his tongue up before he reached your ear, his breath hot and full of unadulterated desire. “Poor baby girl,” he simpered, hand moving from the bed sheets to your thigh as he squeezed it, “You want it so bad you’ll say just about anything, am I right?”

You felt daring in your lust, so you grabbed the hand that was creeping along and massaging your inner thigh, pressing it to the wetness that soaked through your tights. He looked down at you in surprise for a moment before grinning as you traced a finger along his knife sharp jaw, turning his face towards you, whispering, “I don’t have to say anything.”
Taeil chuckled, his free hand stroking your hair surprisingly gently as he looked down at you, “You know what, ______? I like you a lot,” he started to move his fingers against your core, already feeling how wet you were for him. “So that’s why I’m not going to fuck you as a customer, but because I really want to fuck you.”

You moaned and moved your hips in accordance with his strokes, your fingers already coming up to tangle in his soft brown hair. You felt another leap of pride, thinking that it had been far too long since someone actually wanted you. This night was going to turn out far better than you had initially planned.

Taeil was completely surprised to say the least, but he wasn’t showing it as he watched you squirm beneath him as he worked a hole into your tights. The moment you opened the door with your wide eyes and parted lips, he could already feel his cock twitch, wanting nothing more than to ruin you tonight. You looked like such a submissive girl though, he thought it would turn out like every other appointment, but you surprised him. You shocked him with your forwardness, your eagerness and the unashamed way you simply wanted him to fuck you senseless. You knew what you wanted and right now he certainly did too.

You heard the thin fabric of your tights tear as Taeil finally managed to make a large enough hole in order to reach your core. He was pleasantly surprised to find you weren’t wearing panties, raising his eyebrows at you in question, all you could do was blush and look away. Taeil felt his heart throb for a second in his chest, but he mentally shook himself and slid the tip of his finger from bottom to the top of your slit, collecting all your essence.

You shivered as he took things slow, stroking your core with slender fingers and kissing your collarbones sensually as you arched up from the bed. Your sweater untucked from your skirt and exposed your stomach, giving Taeil the opportunity to suck on the skin there as he reached for the zipper on the side of your skirt.

Taeil smiled against your skin, feeling how you quivered underneath him when he slid in a single digit, marveling at just how tight you were. You probably hadn’t had a good fuck in weeks, he thought to himself pensively as he watched your pretty eyes flutter close at the pleasure. He decided then and there he was going to make your night, make you feel good and give you what you deserved. He normally didn’t let his feelings get in the way of his work, but the experienced call boy couldn’t help but want to help you. You didn’t seem like the type of girl who would call for him, or do this sort of thing, so something must have happened. Whatever was obviously troubling you, Taeil made it his goal to make you forget, to only feel and see him for tonight.

You gasped his name as he added another finger, “Taeil!” The name sounded foreign on your tongue, but the two syllables tasted so good in your mouth you wanted to chant it like a mantra.

“You like that, baby girl?,” he murmured against your hips where he had been nibbling. “Do you want some more?”

You nodded rapidly, hair getting moussed by the bed sheets as you covered your mouth with a hand, trying to quiet your moans. The call boy grasped your wrist, pinning it down into the bed, “I don’t think so, I want to hear you tonight.” He leaned in and let his tongue drag from your collarbones to your jaw, voice dropping an octave, “I want everyone to hear how good I’m making you feel, how goddamn well I’m fucking you, okay?”

Your breath caught in your throat as he slid your sweater above your head, removing your ruined tights and skirt as well as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. He stood up and unbottoned his shirt, allowing you to drink in the sight of his tan skin while your legs dangled down the sides of the mattress. He kneeled in front of you, parting your thighs with commanding hands and hooking them over his shoulders as he kissed dangerously close to your soaking heat.

“You’re so wet for me right now,” he murmured with a smirk against your thigh. “That you’re practically dripping.” He emphasized his words by placing a single kiss on your lower lips, causing your thighs to jolt.

Taeil held onto your hips fast, pressing you down into the mattress as he gave you one last smirk before he slowly dragged his tongue from bottom to top. You grabbed the bed sheets in a death grip, head thrown back as he sucked on your labia, teeth tugging at it briefly before he considered your clit. He flicked his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves, gentle at first, teasing you and giving you little shocks of pleasure as he began to increase the pressure. He finally attacked it with his mouth, sucking on your clit like his life depended on it.

The only thing you could do was curl your toes and moan, moan his name like it was the only thing keeping you grounded to this earth. His hands on your hips slid underneath and grabbed at your ass, squeezing it so hard you’re sure there would be a bruise. This caused you to lift your hips into his mouth, where his tongue was working tirelessly against your folds to taste and drink in all of your essence. You reached down with one hand and knitted your fingers into his hair, causing him to groan into your core as he brought you closer to his mouth.

You bit your lip, but couldn’t help the words that poured forth, “Fuck that’s so good, please, please, please, please.” Your felt the familiar and long missed knotting in your stomach that signaled your release was near, never having felt it this intensely before.

Taeil could tell by the way you were babbling that you were close, so he toyed with you a bit, pulling away and licking his lips as he regarded your disheveled state. Your bra straps had slipped off your shoulder, there were tears in your eyes, and your ankles were locked together on his back to try and bring him closer. You looked like you’d already been fucked, but he wasn’t even close to being done with you yet.

Taeil pressed a singular kiss to your clit, tongue cleaning his mouth of your juices, “Please what, baby girl?”

“Please let me come,” you whimpered, seeing the way he smiled at your desperation and want of him.

He didn’t reply, but tugged your hips closer to his face again, mouth already busy on your folds as he began to thrust his tongue in and out of your opening. He allowed you to buck into his mouth, hips quick as they fucked into his tongue, feeling how it wetly slid inside of your walls. His nose brushed your clit just right and soon enough, hips bucking wildly into his mouth, you came with a scream. A strange feeling bubbled up through your release, and suddenly, you were squirting and making a mess of the bed sheets. Your hips didn’t stop and neither did his tongue as he continued to fuck you with his tongue and let you ride out you high.

Taeil felt himself grow hard at the raw feeling of your hips snapping into his mouth, the taste of your release and the way you looked so shocked to see that you had squirted everywhere. He felt it spill down his chin and soak the sheets, and his dick twitched knowing that he had been the one to make you release like that.

Your body trembled, thighs quaking as you finally came down, face already red as you realized what had just happened. Through your lust, you felt the creeping of embarrassment tug at your throat, but Taeil didn’t seem to mind. The call boy looked ready to fuck you right then and there, what with the way he licked up your juices from his lips and savored them.

He climbed on top of you, mouth already meeting yours so that you could taste yourself, “God, that was so fucking hot, baby girl.”

You flushed with pride, Taeil genuinely seeming like he was impressed and turned on as he slid his shirt from his shoulders. The single lamp that barely illuminated the room made him look ethereal, the tan of his skin had a golden glow as he kissed your forehead chastely. You reached for his belt, wanting nothing more than to return the favor but he gently pushed your hands away.

“Tonight’s about you,” he smiled, urging you to crawl further up the bed until you rested against the headboard. His hands never stopped on his pants, sliding them down his muscular thighs as he was left only in his briefs. You licked your lips seeing the familiar outline pressing against the fabric, still eager to please him.

“I still want to though,” you murmured, looking him straight in the eye, urging him to let you touch him.

The call boy yielded, allowing you to push him down into the mattress and settle between his legs. You inched his briefs down his thighs, having him lift his hips in order to remove the last piece of fabric that separated you from him. You realized your bra was still on, so you unclasped it quickly and tossed it carelessly over his head, having it land somewhere on the floor. You took in the sight of his lean body, lithe muscles that rippled underneath bronze skin and eyes that watched you intently as you decided what to do first.

You wanted to cover every inch of him with your tongue, to see if his skin tasted as good as his mouth. But you also wanted to give him immediate pleasure, to take him down your throat and taste another part of him. He was like an all you could eat buffet just waiting for you to make the first move, and Taeil loved the look of thoughtfulness on your face as you contemplated your options.

He spoke up, pulling you from your thoughts, a smirk on his face, “Not sure where to start?”

You blushed, sliding up to press a kiss to his lips, “I just want to make you feel good.”

Taeil smiled at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, an uncharacteristically kind gesture for him to have with a client. His voice was gentle, “You already have, so do whatever comes to mind. I’m patient and we have all night, sweetheart.”

You nodded and inched back down, choosing to pay attention to his half hard member. You leaned down and placed a kiss at the tip, hearing him sigh in relief as you took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly. He weaved his fingers through your hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to take control if he wanted to. You slowly inched down his length with your mouth, testing your limits as you adjusted to the foreign girth of him. You hummed and let your tongue run over one of the prominent veins on the underside of his member, knowing it was there only by the touch of your wet muscle.

He groaned softly, “Just like that, baby girl. You’re doing so good.” He shifted his hips slightly, gagging you only for a second as he thrust up into your mouth gently.

You breathed heavily through your nose as you began to pick up speed, fingers wrapping around what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Taeil released heavenly sounding moans, a musical sound that drove the new knot in your stomach insane. You wanted him to keep making those sounds, and you wanted to be the reason why. So you allowed him to fuck up into your mouth, blinking back the natural tears that formed in the corners of your eyes as you gagged around him. Relaxing your throat the best you could, you slid down him even deeper, causing his hips to stutter and his breath to catch.

You could tell he was close just by the way his fingers were tightening on your hair, and the way his eyes squeezed shut, his head rolling back at the closeness of it all. You thought he was going to come, and you would get to taste his release, but he pulled out of your mouth suddenly. The call boy’s chest was heaving as he tried to calm himself down and catch his breath.

Still gasping, he sat up and pushed you back into the bed aggressively, “Were you trying to make me come in your mouth, baby girl?”

He attacked you with his lips, sucking rough hickeys on your neck and nipping at your collarbones as you cried out from the pleasure pain. He didn’t allow you to answer, his lips swallowing your words and stealing your breath as he kissed you passionately. No one had ever kissed you like that before, it felt so real, so full.

Taeil pulled away, his eyes dark and a smirk in place on his lips, “The only place I’ll be coming is inside of you.”

You moaned at his words, already eager to finally feel him rubbing along your walls and stretching your core. Your thighs parted on their own accord as he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing the tip of his cock in and out of your folds. The call boy smiled down at you, seeing the way you looked like an absolute wreck for him, so ready and willing for him to fuck you senseless. He couldn’t remember a time ever wanting someone just as badly as they wanted him, and for some reason he welcomed the feeling.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, ankles hooking together at his lower back as he began to enter you. Your arms wrapped around his neck and brought his lips to yours once again as the perfect feeling of his cock buried deep inside of you sank in. Taeil let out one of the most satisfied groans to ever reach your ears, and it turned you on immensely to know you were the sole purpose of it.

“Fuck, baby girl,” he moaned, rocking into you slowly to feel your slickness on his cock.

You gasped, crying out at the way he stretched your walls perfectly, fitting inside you unlike any other cock before. Taeil gradually picked up the pace, wanting nothing more than to just fuck your brains out, he had to be patient with you, knowing that you hadn’t been with anyone for a while.

You thought the complete opposite, ignoring the pain, you urged him to just let go, “Taeil please…! Just fuck me, fuck me hard!” Tears nearly spilled down your cheeks, your body craving the roughness only he could give you. You were already drunk with pleasure and he had only just begun.

Hearing your words he almost thought to pay them no mind, but the desperation behind them caused his own brain to go haywire. All thoughts of carefulness and control slipped away, and only the primal desire to fuck the girl underneath him took over.

It was like a switch, one moment he was calculating with his thrusts, the next he was bucking into you like a wild animal. His hips snapped deep inside of you, causing you to cry out as his skin slapped against yours painfully. Unsatisfied with the angle he was hitting you at, the call boy wordless repositioned you without missing a beat, turning you on your side and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. He hit you much deeper now, his cock reaching so far inside of you, it felt like he was fucking your solar plexus. The bed shook furiously as he drove into you relentlessly, eyes misted with lust and desire as you clenched and unclenched around him. Your body and mind were on cloud nine, everything fuzzy and raw as you only felt the boy above you.

You were ripped from your haze as Taeil spanked you harshly on the ass, his voice husky, “Is this what you wanted?”

You nodded with tears falling down your cheeks, crying out as he spanked you again, “Answer me.”

“Yes!,” you wailed, choking on a sob as he reached down and rubbed at your clit generously, eager to see you come.

“You gonna come for me, baby girl?,” he groaned, feeling you already tightening up around him. “Come all over my cock, sweetheart, make me feel good.”

And came you did, harder than you had in your entire life as a scream was ripped from your throat. Your thighs twitched madly and your eyes squeezed painfully shut, Taeil coming just minutes after you. His thrusts grew more crazed, more inhuman stopping with a groan as he shot his seed deep inside of you, “Oh, fuck.”

The two of you stayed joined together like that for a few minutes, Taeil leaning down to kiss your lips tirelessly as he attempted to soothe the angry red marks on your ass he had left with his hand. He slid out of you gingerly, lazily cleaning himself on his briefs that lay beside him on the bed and tossing them over his shoulder.

He collapsed down next to you, where tear trails were still evident on your cheeks, his eyes concerned, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No!,” you quickly answered, turning toward him as he drew you into his arms. You bit your lip and blushed as you struggled to meet his gaze, “Honestly, everything was perfect and I really needed that.” You pecked his lips and pulled away, noting with a smile the way he chased your lips, “All of it.”

The call boy looked relieved, his personality suddenly gentler as he kissed your forehead, “I’m glad, because for a moment I wasn’t thinking and-”

You silenced him with another kiss, pulling barely enough away for your lips to move, “Like I said, I needed all of it.”

He smiled softly against your mouth, pulling away so that he could look at you with a face of confusion, “I have a question though, feel free to not answer. No offense, but you just don’t seem like the type of girl who’s into this kind of thing. Why then? What happened?”

Your heart sank, suddenly remembering it all, having truly forgotten everything for the time you had been with Taeil. You nuzzled deep into his chest, taking in the warm scent of his skin, “My boyfriend broke up with me because I caught him cheating one too many times. I was coward and never stood up to him, never let him know that what he did was wrong-,” your voice broke, tears spilling anew. “That it hurt me.”

Taeil held you and listened, anger and sadness flaring up inside of him. He wanted to say that this entire session was a mess because he kept letting his curiosity and emotions interfere, since he was known as a call boy who was notorious for having zero attachment during work. But you had triggered something inside of him that he had buried deep down ever since he had joined the sex industry. It had been too long since he just laid with someone like this, to just feel each other and hold one another in a nonsexual manner. You were this broken girl in his arms who he couldn’t help but find himself intrigued by and incredibly attracted to, hurt as you were, and he wanted to fix you. He wanted to take you out to his favorite coffee shop, listen to his favorite bands with you, hold hands and watch movies together, lay in bed and just talk about how your day had been.

“_______,” he murmured, brushing the hair from your face and tilting your chin up to look at him.

You met his eyes through your blurred vision, seeing something so tender in his gaze that your heart lurched and yearned for him to stay with you, to not leave for the night. Your wanted to hold him, and for him to wrap you up inside his arms, to hide you from the world.

“I know how much it can hurt,” he started, kissing a salty tear that rolled down your cheek. “But I also know that the only way to heal from something like that is to surround yourself with a better kind of love, to put yourself first, to find what makes you happy.”

His words really struck a chord in your heart, surprised that such kind words could spill from a sex worker’s lips. Taeil looked so comforting in that moment, the warmth of his body pressed against your own was a feeling you could get used to.

Your voice was tentative, quavering as you proposed something perhaps taboo to him, “Will you stay with me, just for tonight?”

The call boy leaned in and captured your lips, pulling away and resting his forehead against yours, “I’ll stay for the night.”

Taeil didn’t stop though, taking a chance, a leap of faith, he drew you closer to him, “And I’d like to stay for the next, and the next, and the next-”

You felt euphoric when you cut him off with another kiss, unable to help yourself as you let a small laugh leave your lips, tears of relief spilling down your cheeks. You don’t remember much after that, only the warm embrace of Taeil’s arms and the way he hummed softly until you were lulled to sleep.

You do remember though, waking up the next morning to find him still next to you, his arm thrown over your stomach as he pulled you close to his slide in his sleep. You remember clearly the peaceful look on his sleeping face. You remember it every time you wake up next to him in your bed, every morning the start of a new day spent with him. A new day to heal, to grow, and fall deeper in love with the call boy, now turned boyfriend, you had met on a whim.

(Request) Keep Watch

Title: Keep Watch

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Requested by: anon

Um so I have a one shot request.. if you do them? It’s quite embarrassing but new wife reader secretly watches Negan fuck one of the others & Negan unknowing to the OC sees her & goes harder with the other wife just to impress the new wife watching and next day teases her about it and they end up fucking somewhere in the middle of the day.  if you like the idea anyway

Warnings: NSFW

Note: Extremely enjoyed writing this! Thank you, anon for this awesome and hot request! I literally had to take a short break to gain my composure back because writing this made me feel hot lmao. Hope you’d enjoy this! <3

You weren’t one to ask for sex but ever since you agreed to become Negan’s wife, your principles have slowly changed. Besides, it’s the end of the world and sex doesn’t come easy now that everyone’s been so focused on keeping themselves alive. And also, your husband was Negan and if that wasn’t enough reason for you to initiate some sexy time, then you’re probably out of your mind.

Negan wasn’t particularly the man of your dreams, hell, he’s the opposite of your dream prince charming. He was ruggedly handsome, had a foul mouth and a crude sense of humor. Not to mention, he’s killed a lot of people and felt no remorse for them. He was fucked up. Despite all these traits, you still felt a strong sense of attraction when you first arrived at the Sanctuary a couple of weeks ago. The fact that you found yourself liking Negan after knowing what’s he’d done, made you just as fucked up as him. But you couldn’t care less because this was the new world and in the new world, people don’t give a shit about anyone anymore. Negan might not be your ideal man but hell, he swept you off of your feet the first time you had talked to him.

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SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 5

A/N: I was gonna update yesterday, but yanno school is stressful yet a top priority. I don’t have much to say, but I'm glad you all like the last part and I’m thankful for all of the nice feedback in my dms. (You get to learn a small ounce about my childhood you guys lmao) I hope you guys enjoy part 5 and remember as always I need 100 notes to release part 6💕

I coulda ended it better too, sorry bout that. It’s past two in the morning on a school night and I ran out of ideas…

**WARNING**: Slight smut, not much though


Parts: One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight

“Y/N…” Calum grumbled, flipping onto his side to see you better and rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think fish go to heaven?”

You couldn’t help but to snort as the sleepy boy asked the question. You were currently in his bed and watching Law&Order SVU on Netflix as he struggled to stay awake. He had called you over an hour or two ago because he was bored out of his mind and now it was just a little past two in the morning. You were hesitant at coming over at first, not wanting to be seen by his roommate, but he convinced you his friend was heavily sleeping since it was so late at night. You also gave into coming over because you hadn’t seen him in almost a week and missed his scent and cheeky smile.

“Seriously.”

“I’m pretty sure they do, Calum, why?”

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harutaka in -over the dimension-

—their first interaction in the novel takes up most of the second chapter. haruka is supposed to be designing the enemies for the game they’re making for the school festival, but he’s spacing out and can’t think of what to draw—so takane starts yelling at him. haruka thinks to himself that he wishes she’d stop being so rude, particularly because he’s worried that no one will want to marry her because of it.

—they start talking about what kind of enemies haruka should create. he didn’t want to draw zombies like takane suggested, so they come up with a solution together. he’s happy and inspired when takane suggests they base them off animals instead.

—takane smiles at haruka, which he says makes him smile too.

—haruka came up with the game’s title the day before, but no one has voiced it aloud yet. he gets excited upon realizing that takane’s going to be the first one to say it.

—haruka notes that he’s happy takane inspired him in deciding what enemies to draw.

—he’s on a roll with designing the characters. the thought of takane being excited about it is his…….driving force, to say the least. says he “salivates” at the thought of it lmao and he blushes a little even. he wants to impress her and have her compliment him.

—haruka talks on the phone with kenjirou and thinks about how he’s having trouble creating the game’s final enemy. he gets excited suddenly, then asks kenjirou if he has a picture of takane he could borrow.

—haruka’s over at kenjirou’s house the week before the school festival to work on the game, and he’s spending some time with ayano. after she’s gone, he notes that there’s only one person his age that he feels comfortable around (takane.)

—he closes his eyes and euphorically images her—in very precise (and almost provocative) detail. he notes that he doesn’t need a picture of her, and he can imagine takane more vividly than any photo.

—he’s then overwhelmed by the urge to say her name out loud, and decides to since no one’s around. he starts to when there’s a knock on the door, at which point he feels embarrassed. (in the illustration he looks so blissful when he’s thinking about her omg.)

—kano comes in disguised as ayano. then asks haruka if he was thinking dirty thoughts just now. haruka freaks out and comments (almost guiltily,) that no, he wasn’t, then specifically notes that he was thinking about takane though.

—it goes on to the school festival in the next chapter, there’s a long description (which is honestly kind of on going throughout the whole chapter,) of haruka observing takane playing video games. he’s amazed and even inspired because she’s so good at them, and lives up to her title as “dancing flash ene”.

—not really too ~concrete~ in terms of harutaka but it was still really funny to me: takane calls haruka a dumbass for being as excited as he is, and he just agrees like HELL YEAH I’M A DUMBASS.

—haruka watches shin and takane face off in headphone actor, and notes that he’s feeling unexpected jealousy. he says he wants to be able to play games with takane, and make her feel as excited and “impassioned” as she feels right now.

—he congratulates her even though she lost.

—he comments again in his mind that he wants to play video games with takane, casually mentions it to shintaro, then gets incredibly excited at the prospect when shintaro offers to teach him how.

—later when he and shin are playing video games, shin says that haruka and takane should battle—but haruka still feels too inexperienced to do so, and he’s afraid that takane won’t wanna play against him again if he flat out loses to her the first time.

—in the next chapter, he and shin are at an arcade keeping an eye on momo—when takane calls haruka. takane tells him that it’s ayano’s birthday, and she’s throwing a party for her. haruka wants to attend but has to take care of momo first, so he can’t right now. he then lies to takane about where he is, because he knows that takane doesn’t like shintaro—and he doesn’t wanna put her in a bad mood for hanging out with him instead. after they hang up, he feels terrible for lying to takane.

—takane implies that she wanted to bring haruka to the arcade herself, and also teases him a little that he lost his chance to go with her.

—takane is at the arcade with ayano, and it turns out they’re gonna be facing off against haruka and shintaro in a tournament final. it’s haruka against takane, and shintaro against ayano.

—takane calls his and shintaro’s costumes freaky without knowing who they are (since they were wearing masks,) and haruka gets a li’l emo lmao.

—haruka realizes this is the first time he’s facing off against takane and gets nervous since he hasn’t mentally prepared himself.

—haruka only wins because he calls out takane’s name during the match……for some reason, and distracts her. takane isn’t mad later when she finds out he lied to her, but tells him not to lie to her ever again.

—towards the end of the chapter, takane gets flustered that he isn’t paying attention to her when she’s talking—he’s distracted thinking about how he’s going to die.

—at the beginning of the next chapter, he’s thinking about when he battled takane just because.

—shintaro comes and visits haruka at his house, he thinks about how he considers shintaro to be a good friend. haruka then says he’d also consider takane a friend, but doesn’t feel quite right about calling her that. he admits that his feelings for her might be love, but he can’t act on or even acknowledge the fact, because he knows he’s going to die.

—he goes for a walk later that night, he says he wanted to do something special before he dies. he thinks about how great it’d be if he and takane could face one another in the upcoming dead bullet tournament, and says it could be a precious moment of his life, and he doesn’t feel like it’s wasted.

—haruka’s last moments alive, spent with takane:

“The sounds around me seemed to echo mindlessly in my ears, and soon I could only pick up the barest nuances of Takane’s words. What did she say? I didn’t know. She sounded real sad, though.

Ahhh, I’m sorry, Takane. I’m really sorry. I’ve received so much from you, but I couldn’t give you anything in return.
I bet you’re angry about it. Well, you can be, if you want. You can punch me, even. If it helps you get over it, you can do anything you like.
Oh, but don’t take it out too much on people besides me. You might run into all kinds of wonderful people later on in life. You need to treat them with the care they’ll deserve. 
Yeah. That’s right. You’re a kind, gentle girl, Takane. You need to keep on smiling. You need to be happy. 

So, please, Takane. Stop crying…”

A Coliver 3.15 coda.


“Marry me, Connor.”

Connor stares, wide eyed and shell shocked, thinking he must have heard wrong, because he can’t even begin to comprehend the idea that Oliver is asking him to marry him. His lips are parted but no sound comes through. The words ring in his ears.

Marry me, Connor.

“C’mon, say something,” Oliver whispers after a moment of silence. His hand finds Connor’s where it rests limp on their sheets. “I want you to marry me.”

“Um…” Connor awkwardly clears his throat and scoots up an inch on the bed. The other man leans back to allow him the space. “This is such a boner killer, dude.” Connor mumbles under his breath. He can’t even meet Oliver’s gaze.

“I know it’s not the most romantic proposal–” Oliver doesn’t miss the way Connor flinches at the word. “But I want this. I want you, I want us. Forever.”

Connor pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. He didn’t think he would ever hear Oliver utter those words to him–he certainly wasn’t expecting it now. Not when the state of their lives is invariably a mess. “Forever’s a long time, you know.” Connor finally says as he looks up.

“Of course I do,” Oliver says softly. “And I want it with you.”

He says it with such conviction that Connor almost believes him.

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yknow i really love seeing all the different ideas the fandom has for phoenix and miles’ wedding, but i can never get into headcanons that suggest they’ll have a small, unassuming wedding (excepting a small guestlist, of course, i mean there’s no denying miles’ preference for keeping his emotions hidden from all but the closest to him, and the fact that he and phoenix don’t actually know that many people who you would actually want at your wedding lmao) because, i mean, LOOK AT THESE GUYS

miles has an EXTRA STRENGTH FULL THROTTLE commitment to an extremely over-the-top aesthetic to the point where he carries a spare cravat everywhere he goes - hell he puts cravats on his dog - and was wearing a bowtie on a daily basis from the age of nine, he keeps flowers from an admirer he’s seriously uncomfortable with because he thinks they suit his office, speaking of suits, he’s framed his old suit jacket, probably owns a three thousand dollar wedgeworth tea set, had a chess set custom made just so he could passive-aggressively make fun of phoenix, yells things like “NGHOOOOOH” in a courtroom when something mildly surprising happens and just generally takes everything ridiculously seriously

phoenix was either a shakespearian actor or artist initially, and either way you look it it, he’s clearly still a very over the top kinda guy. he changed his whole career path just to make sure someone he hadn’t seen in nearly 2 decades was still on the right side of justice, gets teary-eyed when dessie tells him how she met her husband, effectively adopts every orphan he meets, won’t stop showing absolutely everyone anything of importance to him (no matter how often the player presents his attorney’s badge, its still canon he showed everyone dollie’s necklace a thousand times a day), calls his mentor back from the dead when he needs help at work and runs across a burning bridge over a deadly chasm when he thinks his best friend is in danger

they would have THE MOST EXTRAVAGANT WEDDING OF ALL TIME

they don’t get married until like three years after their engagement because they just could not decide which venue had the best aesthetic PLUS most meaning to them, they get in like a seven hour fight over whether they should wear tie + cravat or both be in bowties, miles is in a florist holding pantone swatches up to fifty three different varieties of the same kind of flower because everything has to be the exact same shade of purple, trucy gets her dove-supplier to release like a hundred doves at the wedding and miles is just super worried abt getting bird poop on his tux (and also he’s extremely touched), phoenix develops a new menu every week, miles writes an hour long speech and then can’t even deliver it because he’s getting so emotional, phoenix accidentally gets a single crumb on his pure-white tuxedo the day before his wedding and feels his soul leave his body because he has officially ruined everything for miles forever thanks to this one crumbly sandwich, franziska shows up on a horse (that wasn’t even a part of the plan. no one else is on a horse. she just always wanted to do that.), phoenix starts crying at 6am the day of the wedding and doesn’t really stop until halfway through the honeymoon, maya organises for a bunch of medium acolytes to come and channel important dead people like greg and mia at the ceremony and miles nearly has a heart attack for fifteen different reasons (one of which being that he doesn’t have matching suits and dresses for these guests from beyond the grave), $900 wedding night lingerie  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), miles doesn’t even like the flavour of cake they’ve chosen he just wants it to look good, they spend so long arguing over what song their first dance should be to they debate getting an entirely new song written (but the only person they know who could do that is klavier and that is Not Happening), and it is, without a doubt, the best day of their whole lives.

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and this one “You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!’” AU!!

Anonymous: "You were chased by the cops, got in my car and just yelled ‘Drive!“ for an au prompt

Sorry about the ending - this has been sitting in my drafts for two weeks and I was getting impatient… This is on my list to be finished I promise :) (also if you have any ideas on how to end this send me a message or like… write it in the tags???)

  • Neil was relaxing in a borrowed Ford Fiesta that smelled like fish cakes, chugging a lukewarm bottle of water he had just bought from the gas station, and contemplating how much money he could spare on ethanol, when the passenger door swung open and slammed shut in one swift, chaotic movement.
  • “Drive.”
  • He didn’t have time to register how panicked he should be, but the small blonde didn’t seem like someone his father would hire, and his stern command didn’t sound even remotely as threatening as Romero or Malcolm. Even so, Neil calmly set his water bottle in the sticky cup holder and gripped the steering wheel with both hands. “Who are you?”
  • The blonde suddenly rounded on him, his elbow coming up to Neil’s neck and applying pressure before he could even think about reacting. Neil faintly registered the familiar feeling of a knife pressed against his stomach, not quite puncturing the skin. “It doesn’t matter. You see those cops?”
  • Neil followed the blonde’s head tilt to the back window, where he noticed a few cop cars idling behind him in the gas station parking lot. Neil looked back at his captor and nodded as much as he was allowed, which wasn’t much.
  • “I don’t want to be caught by them, and judging by the state of your clothes and the fact that you aren’t even slightly tanned even though your license plate says Arizona, you don’t want to be caught either.”
  • It was a stretch, but Neil certainly didn’t want to spend the night in a police cell anytime soon. He could easily explain away the few accusations the blonde hit him with, but right now he just wanted to be far away from the cops now exiting their vehicles.
  • He tapped the blonde on the arm, “I can’t drive with a knife in my stomach.”
  • He was let go, but the knife remained poised between them. Neil admired the sleek design of it, definitely not something Lola would use, but the serrated edges were sharpened enough to filet a small pig. He shook his head to dismantle the direction of his thoughts and put the car in gear, tires squealing as he peeled out of the gas station parking lot. To his surprise, the policemen didn’t even glance at his vehicle as he pulled onto the nearest two-lane highway. He lowered his speed so he wasn’t breaking any laws, but kept his hand hovering over the gear shift.
  • “I locked the bathroom door and then snuck out the window. They’ll probably be occupied for at least another ten minutes.”
  • “That depends on how smart Columbia cops are,” Neil murmured, doing a few quick calculations in his head. There were three cop cars, two of which were just small city patrollers. The one he was most concerned with was the SUV with California printed on the license plate. Just what exactly did this kid do that warranted the arrival of an out of state cop?
  • “You’re right. 20 minutes.”
  • Neil shifted subtly in his seat to study his companion, who had slouched down and propped his legs on the passenger-side airbag. A study of nonchalance and apathy. “So what did you do?”
  • The kid didn’t answer him for awhile, keeping his eyes forward and expression blank. Neil had almost dropped the subject when the blonde suddenly spoke up, “Turns out cops don’t like it when you escape from their idea of rehabilitation.”
  • Neil considered this as he switched lanes, passing a semi truck who insisted on driving five miles under the speed limit. So the kid was either an escaped convict or an escaped mental patient. Great.
  • “Truth for a truth. What are you doing so far from home, Arizona?”
  • Neil wanted to laugh at the nickname, but he couldn’t find much humor in his current situation. “My mom was relocated for her job. I was on my way to school when you so eloquently barged in on my morning commute.”
  • “Hmmm you seem to think we’re playing truth for a lie.” The blonde didn’t show any hints of anger, but Neil eyed the knife he held over the center console all the same. “Distasteful game. Very one-sided.”
  • Neil rolled his eyes and gripped the steering wheel even harder. The kid was smarter than he originally thought. “I ran away from Arizona. Turns out fathers aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.” Maybe he could give away half-truths and hope for the best.
  • He watched as the blonde digested this information. He didn’t know how long their game would last, but he knew that this car ride wouldn’t end very well. He eyed his duffel bag, tucked away next to the gas pedal at his feet, his mother’s gun safely hidden underneath piles of carefully folded clothes. 
  • “Duly noted. Your turn.” The kid motioned with his knife for Neil to continue the game.
  • “Name?”
  • “Andrew. Yours?”
  • “Neil.”
  • “Either you’re used to switching names or you’re actually telling the truth.” Andrew mused while he adjusted the air conditioning.
  • “Glad that I can maintain your faith in humanity.” Neil quipped, swatting Andrew’s hand away from the dial and turning it back the way he had it. “Jail or mental hospital?”
  • “Neither. Juvie.”
  • Neil considered the blonde beside him. He really didn’t know what type of crimes warranted juvie over actual jail, but kidnapping an unsuspecting teenager at a gas station was probably up there on the list of federal offenses.
  • “Got any family left?”
  • Neil suddenly craved a cigarette. “Some. No siblings. You?”
  • “A twin. It was a recent development in my familial drama, so I wouldn’t delve too deep.”
  • Neil wasn’t planning on it.
  • They went on like that for about 30 miles, Neil giving Andrew half-truths about his past and his time in Millport, and Andrew hinting very sarcastically about a less than satisfactory time in juvie. Neil took every other exit on the highway, winding them through dilapidated towns with no real destination in mind. It was a learned behavior, but it came in handy in cases like these.
  • Narrator: it was at this point that @minyavd had @minyardfluff read the headcanon to decide how to end it.
  • Narrator: she did not, in fact, end it

kashiwazakiis  asked:

Hi!!! So I just had to say I love your voltron family au!! So much in fact that I spent the last 3 days reading every single thing I could!! Also I was wondering how would the family react when they find out Hunk really wants to marry Shay??

!!!!! The fact you spent 3 days reading every single thing that you could makes me sdfhkjsdhfkjsdhf! I’m happy you love this au!! *u*

[The Voltron Family] Keith and Shiro were in bed, cuddling. They were talking about how their day went at work. They were, however, interrupted by a slight knock on their door. There stood their son, Hunk, looking hesitant.

Keith: *detaches himself from Shiro* *sits up* Hey, baby, what’s up?
Hunk: *bites his lips* C-can I talk to you both? *looks at them in panic* Or are you planning on doing something tonight?
Shiro: *looks at Keith* Keith, why didn’t you tell me you wanted to make love?
Keith: *monotone* *places hand on chest* I’m sorry. I thought my intentions were so obvious from the start, Takashi? Can’t you see? *waves at his body* I’m literally longing for your touches.
Shiro: Oh damn.
Hunk: *rolls eyes* Okay, okay. Sorry, I asked. No need to remind me of your sexuality, Daddy Keith.
Keith: *chuckles* Sometimes people forget, yknow?
Hunk: So can I come in?
Shiro: Our door is literally open every night since you were kids, sweetheart.
Hunk: I know. *fidgets* But we’re no longer kids.
Keith: Hmmm, that’s debatable. 
Hunk: *enters the room and sits on the bed* I was actually going to talk about that. *sighs* *looks at his dads* How did you know you wanted to get married?
Shiro: *smiles and looks at Keith* Well…
Keith: Don’t turn sappy, please, for the love of god.
Shiro: Awww, Keith. *pouts* Don’t be like that. 
Keith: I’m only like this because you’re like that.
Shiro: *coos* You love me anyway.
Keith: Never said I didn’t. *nudges Shiro and looks at Hunk* 
Shiro: *coughs* Sorry. *chuckles softly*
Hunk: *beams* No, no, it’s fine. I love looking at you being so in love with each other after what? 29 years or so?
Shiro: 31. *smiles to himself* *looks at Keith* Oh my god, Keith. You’re so old.
Keith: *slaps Shiro* Shut up, you’re literally grandpa age by now.
Shiro: *frowns playfully* Hey! I’m not that old!
Hunk: *coughs* So! Going back on topic… *looks at Shiro expectantly*
Shiro: Well, your Daddy Keith and I were together for such a long time. We both had stable jobs, had places of our own. I guess you could say I just can’t imagine spending the rest of my grandpa years *smirks at Keith* with anyone else. *squeezes Keith’s hand* I decided that I really loved him so much after 8 years and I wanted to put a ring on it. *chuckles*
Keith: Oh my god. *rolls eyes in amusement*
Shiro: We got married at the age of 30 and it was the best decision of my life. *looks at Hunk* 
Hunk: So you’re saying I should wait at least 8 years?
Shiro: Not really, no. It depends.
Keith: *stares at Hunk* *says quietly* Is this about Shay?
Hunk: *blushes and looks around* Um…
Keith: *gasps softly* It is about Shay. Hunk, are you—
Hunk: *deflates* I just wanted to make sure if I’m making the right decision. Marriage seems scary but when I look at you two… *smiles* I just can’t help myself to want that with someone, too.
Shiro: Awww, Hunk. *smiles softly* *looks at Keith* WE’RE MARRIAGE GOALS, BRO. *fists bumps*
Keith: Damn right we are, bro. *returns the fist bump*
Hunk: *rolls his eyes fondly* Dads, please.
Keith: *chuckles* We can’t tell you what is right or wrong, Hunk. *caresses Hunk’s hand* Your feelings are yours and yours alone. If you think marrying Shay is right, then go for it. If you want to wait a little longer just to make sure, then go ahead and wait. What your Daddy Shiro and I have is different from what you have with Shay. So you can’t exactly follow what we did.
Hunk: But—
Keith: I’m ace, Shay is not. Your Daddy Shiro and I waited just to make sure if he really wants to continue being with me despite what I cannot give.
Shiro: In the end, it’s really your decision to make and we’ll both support you.
Hunk: You guys… *teary eyed* Thank you. You’re the best. *hugs both of them and kisses them goodnight*

The following morning, during breakfast.

Lance: Oh my god. Hunk! Are you fucking serious?!
Shiro: *drinks his coffee* *doesn’t take his eyes off the newspaper he’s reading* Bad Words Jar, Lance. It’s too early for this. *slides the jar*
Lance: *nonchalantly fishes out some coins and places it in the jar* No fucking way!! *beams at Hunk*
Keith: Lance. *sips hot choco*
Lance: Oh come on!!! *puts more coins in the jar*
Pidge: *glares at Hunk* Dude, you’re gonna marry Shay?
Hunk: Well, more like propose to her.
Pidge: Same banana. *eats her bacon*
Hunk: She can still refuse though. 
Lance: *scoffs* Shay? Refusing your proposal? *waves his hand dismissively* No way! She’s completely fucking nuts about you! That’s true love, man.
Shiro: Lance. *still reading his newspaper* *taps the jar*
Keith: *smiles in amusement* 

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea? Dex/Nursery, but one's the RA and one's the resident

Dex jolts out of his sleep when the on-call phone rings. Despite the fact that this is his second year as an RA, the on-call phone ringtone is something that he doubts he’ll ever get used to. He’s half-convinced the shrill, obscenely loud sound will haunt his nightmares forever.

“Hudson Hall on-call phone, this is Will,” he mumbles into the receiver.

“Um, so, here’s the thing,” he hears on the other side of the line. Dex immediately knows who it is and what the problem is, and he nearly hangs the damn phone up.

“Nurse, are you locked out again?” He asks.

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Let’s Do Something (Mark Lee x Reader)

Hey everyone! I’m back the day after Christmas to give you my late present! Just because Christmas has passed doesn’t mean the winter season is over, actually, to me, it’s only just begun! This precious fluff is where your boyfriend Mark takes you back to Vancouver with him during winter break and cuteness ensues. This one is filled to the brim with young love and realizing that Mark Lee is growing into a man now! fight me he is a grown up big boy now no longer is he a baby lmao

P.S. Enjoy you some of my smol boyfriend, I would DIE for Mark lmao

Originally posted by nctmark

The hypnotic sound of rain beating against leaves stirred you from your jet lag induced sleep, a shiver running up your body as a chill ran underneath your blanket and raced across your skin. From the floor next to your bed, you heard an endearingly loud snore. Situated on the floor by the window on a barely inflated blow up mattress was Mark, his limbs skewed akimbo as he dozed peacefully. He didn’t seem to mind the morning chill at all, you observed, granted he was from here. You pulled your legs closer, curling up under a blanket that smelled like him, something like fresh laundry and his unique home smell.

You peeked out the window who had its curtains wide open, looking out into a mass of trees that reminded you of a rain forest you’d seen in a nature documentary. The sun wasn’t out, but the puffy clouds that blocked it out produced a bright white light. Might as well get up, you thought as you clicked open your phone to read the time. It was late in the morning, almost noon, and your chances of waking Mark up were approximately .1%, yet you would persevere.

You rolled over in bed and let your arm fall near his head, playing with the messy faded pink waves from his latest comeback. As you languidly studied your boyfriend and played with his hair, you thought how thankful you were that he had asked you to spend his winter break with him back home in Vancouver. You were extremely eager to meet his friends, visit Canada for the first time, and finally see his parents in person. You’d never met his parents face to face, having only ever video chatted with them or called them on the phone. You weren’t disappointed either, with anything. Vancouver was beautiful, with its somehow pretty rainy weather, rainforest-like foliage, and the many different things to do, both in the city and out. The moment you touched down, Mark’s parents had greeted the two of you warmly, like it wasn’t your first time seeing them, it touched your heart greatly. The two of you had ate a delicious home cooked dinner courtesy of Mrs. Lee, and then immediately collapsed in bed, barely mumbling good night, love you as you passed out.

Mark stirred under your hand as it slid down to trace the curve of his nose before tickling his Cupid’s bow. You smiled in amusement as he scrunched his face, amazed at the fact he hadn’t woken yet from all your poking.

You cooed gently, brushing his smooth cheek with your fingers, “Mark…”

He gave a whiny groan, eyes opening just enough to make out your outline. Without a word he lazily grabbed your arm and pulled you out of bed and down to the air mattress with him. You made a surprised sound as your hip hit the floor uncomfortably, Mark’s arms wrapping around you sleepily and cuddling you into his chest. You blushed when your hands met with the muscles of his chest, always seeming to forget that Mark was finally growing into his body. You gave a defeated sigh and snaked your arms around him, hugging him as close as you could, “Mark, we should get up.”

He gave a noncommittal grunt, meaning he really had no plan of moving anytime soon. His deep and croaky morning voice brought a smile to your lips as he groggily mumbled, “Why can’t we just stay in and cuddle?”

“Mark~,” you whined, wiggling in his grip.

“_______~,” he responded in kind, imitating your voice.

You huffed retracting yourself from his arms and standing up, ripping the covers from him so he was suddenly met with the same chill that woke you up. He gave a little yell, sitting up to wrestle the blankets from your grasp. You thought you had succeeded until he pushed you down on the bed and grinned, “Remember I’m a lot stronger than you are now, pumpkin.”

You blushed at his nickname for you, pouting slightly, “Mark, I wanna do something today with you.”

Seeing you look so cute in your pajamas, messy hair, and no makeup made Mark weak to your pleas, so he rolled his eyes, “Okay, what do you want to do then?”

You thought for a moment, coming up with a blank; you really didn’t know what to do in Vancouver, there was just so many options. Mark saw you struggling and allowed you to sit up, “How about I show you Stanley Park?”

You shyly glanced up at him, towering over you now, “You don’t mind?”

He gave a soft smile, pulling you to your feet and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “‘Course not, let’s get some breakfast first.”

The two of you proceeded to dress, and warmly for that matter due to the chilly weather. December in Vancouver was unforgiving, so layering was a must. Mark allowed you to do your makeup and fix your hair while he brushed his teeth, transfixed on the adorable way your tongue would stick out as you applied mascara to your lashes. You caught him staring and he looked away, embarrassed, a small satisfied smile on your lips as his ears turned pink from where they poked out from his beanie.

The two of you had a welcomed surprise when you reached the kitchen, Mark’s mom already setting two stacks of fluffy pancakes on the dining room table, a knowing look in her eyes. She set the forks and syrup down, smiling warmly, “You two lovebirds hungry?”

Mark whined at his mom for teasing them, but you just stifled your laughter behind your hand as you sat down, ready to devour your breakfast. Your boyfriend ate his pancakes at record speed, while you took careful bites, savoring the maple syrupy goodness. When you both finished and had helped Mark’s mom clean up, you grabbed coats, gloves, scarves, and an umbrella before shouting goodbye and stepping out into the cold.

Mark clearly knew his way around, luckyily, because you had no idea where anything was. The way he moved so confidentially made your heart flutter, the sureness of his steps and his firm grip on your mittened hand made a dusting of pink appear across your cheeks. The two of you approached a bus stop, waiting huddled close in the cold for a bus destined for Stanley Park to appear.

Eventually one did, but your nose and lips were frozen by the time it arrived. You both hurried onto the bus, searching for seats and settling in ones in the farthest back. You began to pull on a loose thread, trying to keep yourself from staring at Mark, who, since this morning, had been taking your breath away and making you rethink everything about him. There was a time when you could wrestle toe to toe with him, laugh at his stupid jokes, hold his hand without blushing, stand the same height as him…now you had to crane your neck and stand on your toes just to kiss him, he seemed to envelope you in his hugs, his frame much broader now. You remembered all those times Mark’s mom would secretly tell you on the phone that he was a late bloomer, always a step behind everyone else. Now he towered over them and he had a maturity that you hadn’t noticed before now.

Today, Mark seemed to be doing anything to have an excuse to touch you. Currently he was twirling a lock of your hair around his finger, amused that you were trying to distract yourself from his antics. That was something else new too, he had a newfound confidence that completely caught you off guard.

He leaned in close all of a sudden, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You could hear the smirk in his voice as he murmured, “______, why won’t you look at me?”

You were glad with carrying on without acknowledging him, but he kept prodding your side with his finger, poking your rib cage through your layers of clothing, “What do you mean? Do I have to stare at you all the time?”

“No,” he teased, nuzzling into your scarf clad neck, “I just really like seeing your eyes go wide and your cheeks all red.”

You couldn’t help but smile, about to tease him when a voice over the intercom stated, “Stanley Park.”

The two of you walked off with numerous other groups of people, families, friends, and couples huddled close together and clutched each other’s arms to feel some semblance of warmth. Mark kindly offered you his arm, a small smile on his lips as you gazed in wonder at the trees strung with beautiful lights, all aglow and bright. Although it was still daytime, the cloudy sky darkened your surroundings and seemed to masquerade as the night. It was like you and Mark were traveling through a tunnel of starlight, illuminating your smile as he tugged you along. He was eager to show you different things, telling you that the park was so huge, it couldn’t possibly be covered in a day. A holiday event of sorts was taking place at the time, vendors with carts of treats and steamy drinks lined the pathways, people lining up to indulge in some sweets.

Mark pointed to one of the vendors, his eyes eager, “Wanna get some hot chocolate? It’ll warm us up for sure.”

You nodded happily, allowing him to pull you toward the line, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to shield you from the cold. Mark didn’t seem to bothered by the dropping temperature, but you sure felt the cold creep to your very bones, making you visibly shiver. As you inched up in line, Mark noticed you trembling beside him, “_______, are you really that cold?”

Your teeth chattered, lips frozen as you sassed him back, “Of course I am! I’m not some Canadian snowman like you.”

Mark chuckled, his funny little laugh that made people whip their heads around to stare at him in confusion. And you loved that about him. He was trying to stifle his laughter as he suggested, “I know an old trick to warm you up.”

He grasped your hands in his own, pulling them up so his lips rested on your gloved fingers. You blushed as he held your gaze and blew hot air onto your fingers, your skin tingling from the temporary warmth his breath gave you. He spoke up again, a little smirk on his lips, “And if that doesn’t work, then I use my special technique, which only works on you.”

“W-what’s that?,” you teeth clattered, wanting them to do desperately stop their insesant shaking as Mark leaned in close to you.

He placed his slightly chapped lips onto your own, wishing so desperately that you had applied chapstick earlier. But Mark didn’t seem to care as he kissed you gently, his hands cupping your face and shielding you from the cold. You had to stand on your toes but he still stooped down, being so distracted by your kiss that he hardly noticed when the hot hocolate vendor cleared his throat uncomfortably.

You and Mark broke away simultaneously, your boyfriend already rapidly ordering your drinks as his cheeks turned scarlet, and not from the cold. You tried your best to hide behind his back, pressing your forehead against his spine and grasping his coat in embarrassment. You could hear the people whispering and chuckling behind you, leaving you with little to aleveate your bashfullness.

It seemed like a year had passed before you were whisked away by Mark onto a park bench away from those who had witnessed your dramatic public display of affection. Your boyfriend saw the shyness in your expression and spoke up softly, “Hey…don’t get worked up about it pumpkin.” He knew you weren’t one for being the center of attention, so he was trying his best to help.

Mark pushed your hot chocolate into your hand, mock clinking his with yours, causing a smile to spread on your lips, “Cheers!” You sipped at the warm treat, inhaling the steaming aroma that curled into your nose and down to your lungs, filling them with heat. It was topped with whipped cream and cinnamon, a spicy and chocolately combination perfect for warming you up.

Mark suddenly laughed again, causing you to give him a perplexed look, “What’re you laughing at now, you big dork?”

He gave a boyish giggle, “You have some whipped cream on your nose.” Already leaning in he mumbled under his breath, “I’ll get it.”

Expecting him to wipe it off with his fingers, your boyfriend yet again surprised you with a kiss. His lips met sweetly with the tip of your nose, pulling away after a mere second, licking the corners of your mouth, “Got it.”

You blushed, wanting to smack him over the head, “You’ll do anything won’t you?”

“If you mean anything to just kiss you, you’re right,” he grinned, giving your pink cheek a chaste kiss before tending to his hot chocolate.

“It’s not fair,” you mused, pouting slightly. “It’s so much easier for you to kiss me because all you have to do is bend down and my face is right there.” You took a sip of your drink, “But if I want to kiss you, I have to drag a step ladder around everywhere I go just to reach you.”

Mark gave a chuckle, “You don’t have to do any of that, all you have to do is ask. I won’t ever say no, _______.” He turned to you, eyes serious, “I promise.”

You gulped, not expecting such an earnest reply from him. Why not test his promise then and now? You had nothing to lose at this point, everyone already saw you make out with him once, right? He looked so handsome in the twinkling half light, his skin glowing and rich brown eyes wide and hopeful. You couldn’t hardly stop the words from pouring out, and you didn’t want to anyway.

“Kiss me, Mark.”

Not even a second went by before he grabbed your hot chocolate and placed both his and yours on the ground. His movements were swift as he dragged your by your hip close to him, cupping your face once again and pressing kiss after kiss to your lips, nose, forehead, cheeks…it was like he hadn’t kissed you in days. All his sweet kisses contained his bare feelings, filling you with so much affection for the boy sitting beside you on the park bench.

Mark pulled away when he ran out of breath, panting slightly and sending clouds of steaming air rising into the sky, “Was that okay…?”

You tugged him close for a final kiss on the lips, proving to him that you barely had words to describe your feelings. He kept you close when you tried to pull away, whispering those three heavy words, “I love you.”

Your eyes grew bigger than dinner plates, your arms that were wrapped around Mark’s neck, tensed up, your mouth parting in shock. For you to hear those words coming from Mark first was like if he were to propose to you. You always thought you were going to be the first to say it, but he beat you to the punch.

You grinned back at him, pulling him close for a hug as you whispered, “I love you too.”

Mark seemed to sag in relief, tightening his arms around you as he embraced your smaller body. He suddenly caught sight of another vendor with their cart, one that didn’t seem to be selling food or drink. He read the sign and brightened up visibly, suddenly excited, “_______! I just got a really cool idea!”

Confused but intrigued you followed him over to the stand, catching sight of spools full of colorful string and shiny pendants resting together in bowl. Mark turned towards you, breathless, “It’s a bracelet making thing, let’s make ones for each other. Please?”

The puppy dog look in his eyes made you cave rather easily, not that you were opposed to something like this, in fact, you were rather excited. Mark really loved doing sentimental things for you, so this was a really beautiful way to tell you how much you meant to him. The owner of the kiosk had set up stools for people to sit down on while they made their bracelets, so you settled into the one beside Mark. You watched in amusement as he set upon the craft supplies like a man starved. Your boyfriend wasn’t known for his craftiness, but regardless, you would love whatever he made for you.

You already had an idea in your head, forcing down your giggles as you imagined Mark’s reaction to your creation. You made a simple braid with his favorite colors and then sneakily snatched a charm you had been eyeing without Mark noticing. You finished way before him, and watched patiently as he clumsily braided the string and slid on a charm you couldn’t quite make out onto his bracelet. He turned toward you, his smile sweet and boyish as he held up your bracelet, “A pumpkin for my pumpkin.”

You took the cute handmade present from him, smiling fondly at the charm that represented his pet name for you. You leaned over and pecked his cheek, “I love it,” you handed over your present to him, “A throwback to your iconic debut hairstyle, made with all my love.”

Mark groaned at the small mushroom charm, but buried his head in your neck and placed a daring kiss there, “Thank you, baby.” He gave you a look, “Thank you for never letting that joke die with the hair cut.”

You laughed loudly as you tied the bracelets onto each other, lacing your fingers together as Mark paid the vendor, who wore an amused look. The two of you walked off, exploring different parts of the vast park, convering not even a fourth of its total size. Mark suggested since the temperature was dropping and the rain was beginning to fall that you had back home. He looked down at you with a warm smile, “We can just watch movies, cuddle, and eat food for the rest of the day. Deal?”

By all means that sounded good to you. You definitely wouldn’t mind being under a toasty blanket with Mark as you watched your favorite movies and ate popcorn. The sky wasn’t raining as you waited under Mark’s umbrella, but it seemed to be spitting little droplets of water, the wind pushing them onto your clothes and into your shoes. You weren’t wet, just uncomfortably damp and you wanted more than anything to change your clothes into something dry and warm.

The bus taking you home couldn’t come fast enough, Mark taking the same seats in the back as before. You settled in and rested your head on Mark’s shoulder, watching Vancouver zip by through the fogged up windows dripping with rain. You and Mark didn’t talk at all, comfortable enough to just sit next to each other in silence as he played with your fingers in their gloves. The two of you suddenly seemed tired, drained from all your walking and exploring. You made it back to Mark’s house sooner than expected, a pleasant surprise to your chilled bones.

The two of you entered the heated house, pealing off your wet clothes, not really minding that you were changing in front of each other. Normally Mark would insist on turning around or leaving the room completely because he thought it was very important to respect your privacy. Neither of you seemed to care this time though, going ahead and stripping down to your underwear without a care. You didn’t fail to notice the slight dusting of pink across his cheeks as your slid your pajamas back on, relishing that you could make him embarrassed too. After the two of you changed, you were called down by Mark’s mom and his dad, who had just returned from work. Your entered their cozy living room and Mark dragged you over to the love seat with him, but was stopped by his mom who wore a mischievous look on her face, “_______, sweetheart, why don’t you sit next to me? I have some things I want to show you.”

“Wait, what? Mom, what’re you-,” Mark looked confused and slightly afraid, his brow furrowed.
You listened obediently, delighted out of your mind when she whipped out what appeared to be scrapbooks, “Are those…?”

Mrs. Lee nodded with a grin on her face, “Baby pictures!”

Mark immediately protested, trying to pry the baby blue book out of his mothers iron grip, “Uh, uh. No way are you exposing me to the only girl to ever pay me any attention!…”

“Mark, settle down, son,” his dad tsked, laying a hand on his shoulder. Your boyfriend pouted and gave a huff, resting his chin on his elbows as he sat down by the coffee table on the floor. You could tell by his gaze that he was worried, so you shot him a look that meant you weren’t going to judge him for his naked baby pictures.

You couldn’t help squeaking in delight along with his mom as she flipped from page to page of Mark’s baby photos. He had to be one of, if not the, cutest babies you’ve ever seen. Baby Mark had the same toothy smile and by the way his eyes crinkled, probably the same goofy laugh you loved too.

You pressed a hand to your mouth and stifled your squeals of delight as Mark’s mom showed you his naked bath time photos, “Oh my gosh…!” You couldn’t believe the suave and slick boy called Mark was this cutie patootie sloshing around in his bath with hair and beards made of bubbles. It made you want to laugh out loud thinking of how cool Mark had been earlier and then seeing his baby pictures now.

Mark had been trying to distract himself from the high pitched cooing on the couch by watching television, but curiosity got the best of him. He sighed, “Okay. What’re you two looking at now-”

His dark eyes landed on the bubble bath photos and his naked baby tush poking out of the water and nearly choked on his spit, “Dear God, woman! You’ve crossed the line.”

He was a blubbering mess as his mother and you failed to to hide your laughter, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the scrap book as he slammed it close, “That’ll be enough for now.”

Mark’s mom was practically crying from her laughter, “Aw, but we didn’t even get to the pictures of the time I put you in a dress-.”

“Alright, alright,” Mr. Lee wore an amused expression, “Give the boy a break, honey. It’s a little too early to embarrass him this much. At least wait until they’re married.”

Mrs. Lee conceded, “Fine, fine. You two are free to go, I’ll try and stop my antics for the rest of your break.”

Mark seemed relieved, “Okay, thanks Mom.” He pulled you to your feet, more than ready to retreat back into the peaceful haven of his bedroom. The two of you scuttled away up the stairs, Mark tugging you along so quickly that your nearly tripped and face planted.

Just as you reached the door, from downstairs faintly came Mrs. Lee’s voice, “I’ll stop…maybe.”

Mark’s eyes grew wide as saucers, ripping the door open and shoving you in his room as he shut and locked it rapidly. You were about to pee yourself from laughing so hard, you hadn’t stopped since Mark’s near conniption fit earlier. Your boyfriend flopped down face first onto the bed, his voice muffled, “That woman is crazy. Pure crazy…”

“She’s awesome,” you gasped, wiping a tear away from your eye as you finally settled down. You stomach hurt from laughing so hard and Mark looked at you in amusement, finally calming down too.

“Yeah,” he smiled, “She honestly really is.” You flopped down beside him, letting him play with your hair and gently run his fingers over your skin as your eyelids slowly slid close. “Are you already tired, pumpkin?”

You grumbled and nodded pitifully, already snuggling into his arms, “It’s just such a good day to nap and snuggle.”

“Says the girl who wanted to go do everything there was to offer in Vancouver this morning,” Mark teased, his voice sarcastic as he grabbed a blanket and pulled it around your bodies. “I agree though, let’s just nap.”

You allowed a fat minute to pass by before you dared to even speak, already blushing, “There’s something else I want to do.”

Mark turned to you, perturbed as you nervously picked at his flannel shirt, “What’s that, pumpkin?”

“I want to kiss you,” you nervously mumbled, unable to meet his gaze, “Can I kiss you?”

Mark was already leaning in to capture your lips with his own, “You don’t have to ask me twice, _______.” The boy had to have an obsession and you were perfectly okay with it. Maybe you did too, who knows?
~
The two of you had practically kissed to the point of passing out of oxygen deprivation, Mark succumbing to sleep before you. His arms were wrapped protectively around you, his face buried into your neck where he had last pressed his lips to you. You reflected on the day and how much of a whirlwind it had been, how many realizations you had, how much fun you had, and all the good memories you had made today with Mark. You looked down at your bracelet again, smiling at the pumpkin on yours and the mushroom pendant on his wrist. As you watched him doze, his hypnotic breathing deep and even, he didn’t even stir when you pressed one last kiss to his barely parted lips. He still tasted like the hot chocolate from earlier, sweet and warm, the scent of his skin aiding you as you drifted off to sleep; happy this was only the first beautiful day of many like it with Mark.

Why the TV show Timeless Deserves More Attention

Okay everyone listen up. This past year (meaning 2016 going into 2017), NBC seemed to have a good batch of new TV shows that have gained critical acclaim (This Is Us, I’m looking at you). But one that seemed to fly under the radar was the show Timeless. It was created by Eric Kripke, who is also known for creating the show of Supernatural which is on the CW, and Shawn Ryan.  

Now just a gist of what it’s about. It’s about a man who steals a time machine to go back into critical points of United States and early North American history to try and take out this organization called Rittenhouse, which seems to play a major role in basically every turning point of the historical timeline. The government takes over control of the industry who made the time machine and gets a trio of people to go back in time to stop the man. 

It seems that time machines and time travel seem to be an up and coming theme in media (Doctor Who reboot, Legends of Tomorrow to name two). But this one I found stood out in ways that deserve the recognition it’s due. 

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Beautiful Speak Now Album Things:
  • TAYLOR WROTE IT COMPLETELY BY HERSELF AT AGES 18-20!!!! AND IT WON 2 GRAMMYS!!!
  • Like every fuckin’ bridge on this album makes you want to cry
  • And all the lyrics are fucking awesome. It’s a lyric-driven album
  • “Every time I look at you, it’s like the first time”
  • “You made a rebel of a careless man’s careful daughter”
  • Opening “Mine” with “uh-oh” and closing it with the background vocals echoing “I can see it now” to show the emotional journey of the character as she believes in love again over the course of the song
  • “BRACED MYSELF FOR THE GOODBYE / ‘CAUSE THAT’S ALL I’VE EVER KNOWN / AND YOU TOOK ME BY SURPRISE / YOU SAID, ‘I’LL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE’”
  • The entirety of “Mine,” the best love story ever told
  • The fact that Taylor resurrected Sparks Fly from the dead and put it on her 3rd album because we asked her to
  • The fact that Taylor also rewrote Sparks Fly and took out the lyrics that made it more sexual and about performing in a bar
  • The fact that the original lyric (now displayed in The Taylor Swift Experience) was “brown eyes” and she made it “green eyes”
  • How she describes the love interest as “a full-on rainstorm” and later says “meet me in the pouring rain”
  • The juxtapositions of rain and fire and then darkness and light in Sparks Fly
  • BACK TO DECEMBER
  • How the entire song is just an apology without any excuses. It just’s “I messed up and you suffered for it and you didn’t deserve that” 
  • “you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye” 
  • How the orchestra makes everything so fucking beautiful??
  • The use of seasons in the second verse to describe the rise and fall of the relationship
  • How she references the 2009 VMA incident (”how you held me in your arms that September night / the first time you ever saw me cry”)
  • Speak Now being about the Paramore relationship drama and how Taylor was actually at the wedding it’s about lol
  • Taylor singing up an octave in Speak Now to sound like a gentle little girl about to crash the shit out of wedding
  • “a gown shaped like a pastry” “fond gestures are exchanged” “a song that sounds like a death march” “she floats down the isle like a pageant queen” = so descriptive?? conveys the feelings?? Queen of conveying emotions through descriptions
  • “you need to hear me out and they said Speak Now” “Your time is running out and they said Speak Now” “I hear the preacher say, ‘Speak Now or forever hold your peace” “So glad you were around when they said Speak Now” = queen of altering her main chorus line
  • “I’m not the kind of girl who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion” –> What’s the kind of girl tho?? I never knew
  • The giggle in the bridge
  • DEAR JOHN. THE ENTIRE SONG. ALL THE LYRICS.
  • How Dear John calls out emotional abuse by a much older man onto a 19 year old without any apologies or sympathizing with the man but also has pieces where the victim blames themselves and calls out a pattern of abuse of other women
  • But it ends with the victim retaining their self worth and escaping and it’s amazing
  • “the girl in the dress cried the whole way home” –> have you ever seen such a beautiful conveying of a young girl’s loss of emotional innocence 
  • YOU SHOULD’VE KNOWN”
  • How the secret message of Dear John is “loved you from the very first day” which is a line on a bonus track “Superman” which is about how the love interest seems like the best guy in the world and a real life Superman 
  • That fuckin’ banjo in Mean
  • How Mean began about a critic who said Taylor ruined her “entire career overnight” at the Grammys and then Taylor performing Mean at the Grammys and wining 2 Grammys for it
  • The use of a big city to display one’s level success (which is what actually happened when Taylor moved to NYC)
  • “A simple complication, miscommunications lead to fallout” 
  • “I’D TELL YOU I MISS YOU BUT I DON’T KNOW HOW / I’VE NEVER HEARD SILENCE QUITE THIS LOUD”
  • Isn’t it weird how she says “and people would say they’re the lucky ones” then on the Speak Now Tour she wrote “The Lucky One” ?? weird
  • “So many things that I wish you knew / so many walls up I can’t break through” –> “So many things that you wish I knew / but the Story of Us might be ending soon”
  • That fuckin’ ramp up back into the chorus after the bridge in The Story of Us
  • How perfectly Never Grow Up conveys how scary can it feel to grow up
  • The bridge of Never Grow Up
  • How every song except Never Grow Up and Last Kiss use heavy production and background vocals and it makes those two songs that much more powerful in their simplicity 
  • “I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone” and how this line gets more powerful the more years that go by
  • How Never Grow Up starts as a song to a baby, watches that baby grow up, and ends with Taylor  looking back at her life and the passage of time and swearing to protect that baby from harm….you ever cry
  • Just take 5 minutes and listen to Enchanted again pls
  • “Wonderstruck” “Enchanted” “Passing notes in secrecy” “this is me praying” “the very first page, not where the story line ends” “your eyes whispered” “this night is sparkling” “blushing all the way home” “I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew” “this night is flawless” “dancing ‘round all alone” –> So much mystical and whimsical imagery that you feel like you could call in love with the next person you see
  • The guitars in Enchanted
  • The production of Enchanted
  • “Sophistication isn’t what you wear or who you know / or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go” 
  • “I always get the last word” “There is nothing I do better than revenge” “show me how much better you are” –> Taylor is v self-aware 
  • Also how “show me how much better you are” is a reference to that JoBro song “Much Better” lmao so much 2008/2009 Disney drama
  • How Taylor wrote Innocent about the VMA incident when she could’ve just told you-know-who to fuck off
  • How Innocent looks at the subject from the perspective of their childhood and how they had “monsters” and “demons” that made them do bad things later in life and how this doesn’t make them a bad person
  • Knowing that you-know-who was one of Taylor’s favorite artists growing up so Innocent is also Taylor reconciling with herself how someone she artistically looked up to for years hurt her 
  • The use of light: “time turns flames to embers” “your string of lights is still bright to me” “in your firefly catching days” 
  • How Innocent is Never Grow Up but applied to someone else through the lens of forgiveness
  • “I hope you’ll remember: today is never too late to be brand new”
  • The orchestra in Haunted and how it makes the song sound urgent and the situation dangerous
  • “holding my breath” “your eyes go cold” “something’s gone terribly wrong” “can’t turn back now” “a fragile line” “it’s getting dark and it’s all too quiet and I can’t trust anything now” “come on, come on, don’t leave me like this” “can’t breath whenever you’re gone” “you’re not gone, you can’t be gone” –> everything sounds dangerous and urgent!! Like she’s actually gonna die!! And it’s called Haunted!! You get haunted by dead people!! But she’s saying she’s haunted!! The Haunting is killing her!! Holy shit!!
  • Last Kiss
  • The secret message of Last Kiss: “Forever and Always” 
  • The breath in the bridge of Last Kiss
  • The use of time and the passage of time: “at 1:58″ “that July 9th” “you can plan for a change in weather and time” “your name forever the name on my lips” “I’ll watch your life in pictures” “I’ll feel you forget me” “I’ll keep up with our old friends” “I still remember” “L
  • “I’m not much for dancing, but for you I did” –> “I don’t wanna dance if I’m not dancing with you” (Holy Ground)
  • THE BRIDGE: “So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep / and I’ll feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe / and I’ll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are / hope it’s nice where you are / I hope the sun shines and it’s a beautiful day / and something reminds you / you wish you had stayed /  you can plan for a change in the weather and time / but I never planned on you changing your mind”
  • LONG LIVE
  • How the secret message of Long Live is “For you”
  • How Taylor ends Speak Now with a song for her fans and her band that she wrote during the Fearless Tour
  • How Long Live because even more powerful and beautiful and even sadder the more the years go by and the more successful Taylor becomes and as original member of The Agency leave/are left go
  • How Taylor wrote “we will be remembered” when she was like 19 and was still on her second album and before she won AOTY for the first time and wasn’t even close to the prime of her career but she was proud of how far she had come already and how Long Live sounds like a song someone writes at the end of their career to reflect on their accomplishments 
  • How Taylor wrote “promise me this: that you’ll stand by me forever” and every band member she has ever had still speaks highly of her and defends her
  • “When they point to the pictures, please tell them my name” but now no one will have to because everyone knows who she is and will know who she is for a long time because of her accomplishments and effect on popular culture
  • “It was the end of a decade but the start of an age” Taylor literally had no idea how true this line would become 
  • HOW SHE ENDS THE ENTIRE ALBUM WITH “ONE DAY, WE WILL BE REMEMBERED”
A Big Brother Thing. // Zach Dempsey and Clay Jensen

This was requested by @nerdygirl1219 ! I hope you guys enjoy! Happy reading 💖

Zach x Reader

Warnings: Cursing and Death.

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Your POV •

I stared into my locker decided on what binder I needed. I looked on my locker door and sighed. There it was. The polaroid picture of Hannah and I. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I met her at Kat’s going away party and ever since then we stuck like glue. I wish I could’ve been there to save her.

I was snapped away from my thoughts when a pair of familiar arms snaked around my waist.

“Hey Dempsey.” I smiled. He placed a small his on my neck.

“You alright babe?” He questioned. His question was soon answered when he looked at my locker door and sighed. “I miss her too…she’s in a better place now.” He sighed and I nodded.

“Yeah… yeah sure.” I said slamming my locker door shut.

“I gotta get to Spanish. But i’ll meet you up for lunch okay.” I said. He removed his arms from around my waist and kissed my forehead.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asked again. And I nodded walking to my Spanish class with Hannah on my mind.

••••

It was now lunch time and Zach and I were sitting with the rest of his friends. My mood went up from earlier and I was pretty happy.

Clay slammed his tray on the table, resulting in all of us looking at him crazy. Everybody glared at him except for me.

“Hey Clay-doh” I smiled but he wasn’t smiling back.

“I was wondering if we could eat together today. I have some things to tell you.” He nodded, glaring over at Zach.

“Uh yeah sure Clay.” I said grabbing my bag. I turned to Zach to kiss him on the cheek and say good bye but Clay pulled me away before I could do so. We both looked at each other and frowned.

Normally, I would curse Clay out for pulling a dick move like that. But I knew that he needed me more than anybody else. The tapes were really taking a toll on his mind.

We sat a couple tables down from Zach and them. I glanced over at Zach and he nodded then got back to eating.

I sat across from Clay and nudged his shoulder softly. “So what’s up with you lately Clay?” I said taking a sip of my pink lemonade.

“Nothing, all of your friends hate me- you know what? Speaking of friends, how are you and Zach doing?” The way he said Zach’s name really bothered me. Something about the way it rolled off his tongue, so full of hate.

"We are actually doing really well. I care about him a lot. He’s really helping me cope with Hannah’s death.” I gulped, tapping on my bottle.

"How ironic.” He sighed, poking at his mashed potatoes.

"How is it iron-” I was interrupted by the bell.

“Well (Y/N), That’s my cue. See you later wouldn’t want to be late to class.” He chimed then left me sitting alone.

•••••••••

I met Zach at his car after school. “Hey babe, since we didn’t eat with each other today you wanna have a little date at Monet’s?” I smiled. He nodded then grinned.

“Hop in.”

We both got in the car and made our way to the cafe.

As I got out the car and walked to the entrance I saw a familiar bike leaned against the wall.

Zach and I walked in the cafe. “I’ll go order, how about you find us a seat?” Zach asked and I agreed.

I found us a cute little seat in the corner of the cafe and waited until he got back with our drinks.

Zach came back and we both started talking about how our days were as we held hands across the table.

“And then Justin laughed so hard that gatorade shot out of his fucking nose” Zach laughed and I joined along. “Seems like I missed a lot not sitting with you guys today.” I sighed. And he nodded.

“Well-” Zach was interrupted.

“Hey guys! Crazy seeing you here.” Clay exclaimed.

I shook my head. “How crazy could it be Clay? We come here at least three times a week.” I stated.

Clay pulled up a chair and joined our table made for two.

“So what’s up guys?” Clay said resting his hands on his face.

Zach and I looked at each other and shook our heads. “Nothing.” We both sighed. “Clay can I talk to you for a quick second?” I didn’t let him reply before I pulled him outside.

“Yes dearly beloved sister?” He smiled as if he was clueless.“

"Don’t ‘dearly beloved sister’ me. Are you trying to keep me away from Zach?” I questioned with my hands placed on my hips. “Not at all. Why would you think that?” He said innocently.

“You’ve been tagging along on all our dates for two weeks and pulling me away from him to ask me silly ass questions. Sometimes it feels like you only want to hang out with me to keep me away from him.” I said with a frown and he finally understood how disappointed I was.

Clay sighed. “I guess, I just don’t want him to hurt you so I tried to chase him away.” He said looking down.

I shook my head. “And you do realize that you would hurt me in the process right.” I scolded. “I didn’t realize that until now. I know what he’s capable of and I don’t want him to hurt you.” He admitted.

“I admit what he did to Hannah wasn’t nice at all, but he’s a teenager and he’s gonna make dumb decisions, we all do it. It even took me awhile to forgive what he did but he’s honestly such a sweet person. You just have to give him a chance Clay-doh. Sit in there with us and talk to him. You’ll see that he doesn’t mean any harm.”

“Thanks for the offer but I think you guys should spend some time alone after all i’ve done the last weeks. But i’ll definitely sit and talk with him one day if he’s as nice as you promote him to be.” He smiled then grabbed his bike.

I smiled back. “Thanks Clay. I love you.” I said as he rode off. I walked back into Monet’s and kissed Zach on the cheek then sat down.

“Is everything ok between you two?” He questioned and I nodded.

“It’s a big brother thing. I smiled.

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I feel like I could’ve done way better on this but that how I feel about everything I write lmao. On the other hand I hope you guys enjoyed reading this. It was supposed to be up yesterday but I had extreme writers block and I restarted the story about three times. Have a nice day 💖 Thanks for reading! Gif isn’t mine!

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Connected souls (Fili x Reader)

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A/N: Requested by anon: May I request #88 w/ Fili? […]

#88 = “After everything… I’d still choose you.”

Thank you so much for your request and I’m really sorry that it took me nearly two weeks to write it, but this one is for you and I really hope you like it.

I had planned to make this a twoshot, but I decided to not let you wait any longer.

I used Khuzdul in this, but I put the translation right behind the words in brackets, for that you guys won’t have to scroll down all the time xx. 

I hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 4282 (I don’t know what happened…)

Warnings: Lots of drama, I never thought that I’m the drama queen type of girl lmao, but I guarantee you a happy ending.

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