this is what happens because wine

odessii-dragonblade  asked:

What if Warlund had never been a Lord to begin with?

Honestly, he still would’ve joined the Alliance, participated in all its campaigns, rose through the ranks, and retired with a healthy pension. He would’ve bought a nice plot of land in Elwynn, farmed it, and maybe turned it into a vineyard. Would’ve married, had kids, had Roach (because Roach is life), and would’ve been content.

And, OOCly, this would’ve been fine with me because of all the tea/wine/alcohol buying/selling role-play happening. Would be a fun, more casual change of pace from criminal former nobleman rp.

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Essays in Existentialism: Royalty

Two princesses who can’t be together but secretly love each other.

Inside the palace, the evening roared. The ballroom filled and ebbed as the doors were thrust open and the inhabitants flowed out into the garden. Like a chamber of the heart, it pulsated, keeping beat with the band that played while the platelet-like people in gowns and tuxedos all swirled about, dizzy on wine and champagne and the evening. 

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prompt set: i hate (love) you
  • the first time we met was in passing.  you’d been on crutches with bandages all over your face.  we’d not been allowed to talk to one another.
  • you’re half a head taller than me when we meet again and you don’t let me forget that.
  • we see each other more and more often.
  • i catch you hanging outside of the hallway of my room with that annoying smile.
  • our first mission together is in an abandoned part of town where you set me up as bait.
  • i meet you promptly in the training room for combat practice and then you’re late to the boss’ office for our assignment.
  • we’re covered in blood and end up in your apartment with bottles of expensive wine from my personal collection.
  • i hate you because i can’t even remember what happened that night.
  • all i remember is your lips grazing over mine.  your lithe fingers lingering over my waistband.  our legs tangled together.  whispered words.
  • you deny everything.
  • it becomes a routine.  we kill, get drunk, and forget what happened.
  • i’d never seen you so upset until i’d been pinned to the ground with the enemy’s knife across my throat.  he doesn’t even get a chance to beg for his life.
  • this time we remember.  fingers running through sweat soaked strands.  the moment we connect.  your soft caresses down my spine.  my legs around your waist.  desperate kisses.  promises.
  • you disappear from my life with just a phone call.
  • i run around the whole town because some asshole’s blown up my car and i can’t think straight enough to just borrow another car.
  • every place turns up empty.  the rain’s seeped through my coat.  i hope you’re behind every door.
  • i hate you because i can’t forget how much i love you.
  • others drink to forget but i drink to remember.

Oswald and Ed finally getting together and having their first dinner as a couple.

Ed: “I’ll go pick us up a nice bottle of wine”


Ed: “Fine, I’ll go get some from the wine cellar then.”

Oswald: “Sit your perky little ass down Nygma.”

Ed: “What’s the worst that could happen. We are home alone, the only other person here is Olga.”

*Oswald’s mind flashes to images of Olga in Edward’s embrace*

Oswald: “Don’t you fucking think about leaving this table, Ed!”

I don’t know if anyone outside of Croatia knows this because I haven’t seen any articles about it in foreign media, but Jamie Foxx is currently in Dubrovnik and yesterday evening he got verbally attacked in a racial-hate attack while having dinner in a restaurant. He was literally just sitting there, trying out local wines and cuisine, when those two racists attacked him. They were throwing racial slurs and God knows what else at him, before being thrown out by the staff of the restaurant. He posted about it in his Instagram story, including some videos of them he captured and his own impression of what has happened. I’m just disgusted beyond words and very much ashamed. Some media outlets are saying that the guys were drunk, but that should not be used as an excuse for what they did and said. They are an embarrassment to our country. This shouldn’t have happened. And they’ll most likely just get away with it. A fucking disgrace!!!!

Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute
Lost Girl Starters

from season 2, episode 4 “mirror mirror

 ✕     “ okay, i’m listening…? ”
 ✕     “ whatever you’re doing in there, my impending hangover and i request that you
           please… shut up! ”
 ✕     “ this is what happens when you buy ‘wine’ from the bargain bin ”
 ✕     “ you could talk a nun into a threeway “
 ✕     “ all of you think you own the road… just because you have a penis! ”
 ✕     “ you can kiss my black ass ” 
 ✕     “ when are you going to stop messing with things you don’t understand? ”
 ✕     “ i can’t help you… but there is another way ”
 ✕     “ don’t do this! you can fight! ”
 ✕     “ this place is like hansel and gretel meets hannibal lecter ”
 ✕     “ you’re in my world now… and you’re here without my permission ”
 ✕     “ you were scared of me, but there was someone who scared you even more ”
 ✕     “ fight for what makes you happy ”

several things happened at once. the car was too hot and the windows were fogging and you were singing along to the music. in my hands were cheddar chips you’d bought me because they’re my favorite and in the back was a bottle of wine. you glanced over at me and grinned and i realized: this is what home felt like. somewhere alongside the highway going seventy-five and screaming the lyrics to bohemian rhapsody and stuffing our faces. this is what it felt like to belong to a space, even if the whole frame of your car rattles and there’s a stain on the ceiling and i get road rage for you. it just fit for a second. like even though my brain is still screaming about what i need to get done and there’s a lot to do when morning comes, for a moment: it was all okay. it was okay and tomorrow would come. just you and me and the yellowing light of the setting sun. and it was okay. okay. just us.

okay so it might be early but as i’m a free woman with no occupational strings anymore i see no reason why i can’t get trashed on weed & wine tonight starting from now (look at me trying to make the most of this) (otherwise really i’ll just probably keep being glum) (hopefully i’ll be able to get so intoxicated that i forget about everything real /fingers crossed/)

So what happened was I had 3 ½ glasses of that really good rosé wine … I had half the bottle. I got drunk as hell and I actually started recording like a FIVE MINUTE video of me just being stupidly drunk but now I’m not gonna upload it because 1) I’m sober and haven’t rewatched it yet 2) Vimeo wont let me because I went over my upload limit for the week oops 3) I was extensively on the floor for that whole video

Silly Little Drarry Things

Every house chore is an opportunity to horribly harmonize to a randomly selected song from a Broadway musical. It pisses off Ron and Hermione, who live in the flat below them and have to deal with the noise. The worst is Monday, because Monday is also Laundry Day, and everyone in the building can tell when folding laundry progresses to bickering over the correct way to fold a shirt which progresses to throwing random articles of clothing at each other and yelling which progresses to… Well, Ron and Hermione just ignore that last part. It happens every single day.

Every grocery shopping trip is an opportunity to bring home two more stray cats with the occasional dog, and also a random couple they befriended in the dairy aisle. Tuesday is grocery shopping day, and they are always wine-drunk with their newfound friends by 6PM.

Which means that Wednesday is hangover day, because despite what Draco says, he’s a total lightweight. They go to the greasy little diner across the street and order corned beef hash. Every single week.

Thursday is Draco’s day to cook, which means burnt toast and top ramen in fancy bowls (”Harry, love, it doesn’t matter what we eat. It’s how we eat it that matters.”), and Harry does the dishes while Draco stares at him from the bar stool by the counter. Harry hums along to a muggle CD, and he is up to his forearms with suds, and his hair still, after all the years of knowing him, holds that “just shagged” look that is both atrocious and completely intoxicating. Draco still gets butterflies when he looks at him like that. 

Friday nights mean Ron and Hermione join them in their living room to watch classic films and get completely hammered. Harry always falls asleep with his head on Draco’s lap halfway through the first film, and always wakes up the next morning to find his hair completely full of teeny tiny braids. He keeps them in all day, because god. He loves him so much. 

Saturday mornings are lazy and slow and always spent cuddling under as many blankets as humanly possible until Draco chases Harry out of the bed by touching him with his feet, which are colder than the inside of their fridge. But then they make out and everything is fine again, and they ultimately collapse on top of each other in a heap of laughter, and Harry has to stop and admire the way the rays of sunshine coming in from their window reflect off of Draco’s eyes and make them look irridescent. 

Cue lots of lazy Saturday morning shagging topped off with forehead kisses and bickering about who let the dog out last and who forgot to get the mail, again. 

Sunday is the awkward family dinner at the Manor. Lots of food far too fancy for Harry’s taste. Narcissa asks alarmingly invasive questions about their love life, and they always leave early because it’s never fun to be there after Lucius has had his third beer. It’s been getting slightly better, though, according to Harry. 

Each and every day is filled with more “I love you’s” than anyone could ever care to count (Though there are a lot of “I hate you’s” as well).

For the Boy Who Lived and the Boy Who Didn’t Have a Choice, there is no better way to live out the rest of their lives together than to take joy in life’s most mundane things. So that’s exactly what they do.



Shintaro: Eh…? Shouldn’t I be thanking you instead…?

“I will get some of those bottles of wine. Win the danmaku battle without problem and look for Salty to offer them to her…I technically didn’t kick her out because fairies left in their own accord but…knowing what happened to Salty in the past makes me feel bad, and she wasn’t planning on kicking me out if she happened to become the Mistress.”

“My actions may not mean much at this point, but looking back at what happened makes me realize that Salty was being really patient with me, so I at least have to do this for her.”


Company (Minseok x OC)

Description: Choi SooRi is a lonely teacher and Minseok is an escort. What happens when SooRi starts looking for some company?

Genre: Smut/AU

A/N: I wrote this decades ago omg. And since obviously I do it for Kim Minseok, I have to post some smut with him in it. Two updates in one day because your girl got her refund check today.

SooRi was tired of herself. She really was, no joke. How many times had she opened and closed the same tab in the last twenty minutes?

This was stupid.

She sipped her wine hastily and re-opened the tab she had just closed, “I need to do this for my own sanity.”

She looked at the fancy layout of the website and read the title in a breathy exhale: “Company? How cheesy.”

Her half-assed insult held no malice as she scrolled through what seemed like pages and pages filled with pictures of dashing men, names, ages and specialties in their description boxes.

‘What the fuck am I getting into?’

After an hour and fifteen minutes, the men’s faces were beginning to mesh together and she was getting a bit overwhelmed. It might not have been the smartest decision, but she closed her eyes and clicked her mouse blindly, hoping in her tipsy, sangria hazed mind that she had hit a picture and not the exit icon. She heard a slight chime and cracked an eye open to see a man’s smirking face on her screen. He looked young, however his bio let her know that he was actually two years older than her.

Kim Minseok


Height: 170 cm

Body Type: Athletic

Specialty: Whatever you like.

“Whatever I like, huh?”

SooRi balked after realizing a request for his services had sent the moment she clicked his picture. She stood from her desk and paced as realization crashed over her like a wave; there was no turning back now. She froze as her laptop ‘dinged,’ the telltale sign that she had an email. Her eyes skimmed the page quickly. Fear, apprehension, yet growing excitement grew inside of her.

From: Kim Minseok

To: Choi SooRi

Monday, 10:58 PM

Hello, Ms. Choi,

I’ve received your message and I’d be happy to discuss whatever you have in mind over dinner Wednesday evening around 8:30.

I’ll have reservations for dinner ready so please meet me at Vapiano in downtown Seoul. I’ll have directions attached to this email. I look forward to meeting you.


SooRi read over the email another three times before rushing to her closet. Vapiano was a very nice, very expensive Italian restaurant downtown. So this guy obviously had money and class. She picked out a sexy, yet classy black dress that she had bought on a whim with a good paycheck and sleek heels. She put them on a chair and looked at the outfit as her nerves crept over her. He seemed so put together and polite. How was he an escort? Would he really fulfill her wishes? She sighed and settled into bed.

Guess she’d find out Wednesday.

And come 8:45 p.m. on Wednesday night, SooRi ran into the restaurant like her ass was on fire, giving her name to the startled receptionist. She took a second to catch her breath and fix her hair before sauntering as gracefully as she could to where her potential escort sat. He was better than his picture; his hair was a nice dark brown shade, cut short and styled to show off his face. In his picture, his cheeks were rounder, but it appeared that he had lost a bit of weight, face slim and chiseled. He wore a simple white button up and black slacks. A few of the buttons of his shirt were undone and she noticed the firm olive skin that peeked through. He smiled at her and gestured her over with a nod of his head.

“Ms. Choi.”

He stood and took her hand in his, kissing the back of her hand. Her eyes widened as he pulled out her chair for her and took his seat across from her. She looked away as his eyes raked lazily down her body, not at all ashamed that he looked at her so obviously.

So ravenously.

“You’re quite beautiful and younger than I was expecting. It’s been a while since I had a customer so close to my age.”

SooRi opened her mouth to respond but their waiter took that moment to make his appearance, stuttering as he took SooRi’s outfit in. She pulled the hem of the dress down a bit, trying to cover her thighs. May be this dress should have stayed at the back of her closet.

She ordered a simple plate of baked ziti, her appetite catching up to her after not eating all day. Minseok smirked and leaned forward on his elbows.

“So, what’s a young woman like you doing hiring an escort, hm?”

SooRi choked a bit on her wine. He didn’t even bother getting to know her. But she quickly shooed the idea away because technically this was more of a business meeting. Not a date.

“Um, well, I want more in my life. Sex…life I guess.”

Minseok’s eyes tinted with mischief and pure sexiness before he moaned deep in his throat, “Go on.”

“I-I,” she paused and looked around the restaurant, suddenly feeling very paranoid. Why was she even doing this?


“Rougher. I want it rougher.”

Minseok chuckled and took a sip of his wine, “Rougher? How rough are we talking here?”

“Rougher than average sex? I don’t know-”

“Oh, I think you do know. You know exactly what you want, I can see it in your eyes.” He leaned back in his seat a bit, dark eyes trained on her nervous face. “No judgement here, just tell me what I can do for you.”

SooRi gulps down some of her wine, swallowing hard before focusing her gaze on the table.

“I kind of want it to hurt. Not too bad, but I want to still feel it even after it’s happened. I want bruises, bite marks, fingerprints, everything. Not full out BDSM, just rough…”

SooRi lifted her head and locked eyes with Minseok, who was looking at her calmly, though she couldn’t hear how his heartbeat picked up rapidly and how his pupils were a bit dilated.

Wasn’t this just interesting? Most interesting indeed.

“I believe I can do that for you,” he damn near purred seductively.

SooRi looked up at him, relief washing over her face, though there was still lingering worry. Minseok picked up on her mood immediately.

“How about this, we do this and if you don’t like it, or I go too far, you don’t have to pay me. Deal?”

SooRi bit her lip and thought about it for a moment. That was a great offer, she honestly didn’t know what she was getting into. But just looking at Minseok, she could tell she would be kissing the bulk of next month’s paycheck goodbye.



“But I have a few conditions.”

Minseok jerked back a bit but motioned for her to proceed.

“Nothing too rough. I mean, no slapping, no kicking or anything like that. I’d prefer not to be blindfolded, or humiliated and no video taping. That’s all I can think of so far.”

Minseok openly laughed but nodded in understanding, “I think I got it.”

The two finished their dinner somewhat awkwardly on SooRi’s part and Minseok walked her to the entrance of the restaurant. He flagged down a cab for her and paid for her ride back to her apartment.

“You already paid for dinner. I could have paid my cab fare-”

“No, no, no. Allow me.”

“Well…thank you, Minseok.”

Minseok smirked and walked closer to her, one arm around her waist as his other hand cupped her jaw. He brushed his lips teasingly against hers, smirk widening at her quick inhalation of air.

He pulled back, teeth capturing her bottom lip in a playful bite.

“Pleasure is all mine.”                        

But that was the last SooRi heard from Kim Minseok.

SooRi ran her fingers through her hair and released a sigh as she walked up the stairs to her apartment. It had been almost two weeks since she’d contacted Minseok and she honestly had no plans to. After returning home after her dinner with the man, she realized how crazy this whole idea was; she was an elementary school teacher with an image to uphold, not some sex crazed vixen that hires male escorts to satisfy herself.

No, not Choi SooRi.

She was just going to go home, have a nice glass of wine and watch Netflix until she fell asleep. She unlocked her door, only to find it already unlocked. Her defenses immediately went up as she took cautious steps into her home.


‘Wow, SooRi, because an intruder is totally gonna come out and announce themselves.’

She slowly closed her door and walked further into her home until she saw a figure in the living room. Slitting her eyes to see more clearly, she stepped into the room and gasped a bit as the familiar face turned toward her with an amused grin.


Minseok smiled and stepped closer to her, running his fingertips over her soft leather couch, “Mhm…I see you still remember who I am, though I was a bit concerned when you didn’t contact me. Now why is that?”

SooRi ignored his question and took a step to the side in an attempt to keep distance between them.

“How did you know where I lived? How did you get into my house?”

“You know, it’s rude to answer a question with a question and here you’ve asked two back to back. But I found your address because you unsurprisingly put that information on Facebook, which by the way is a horrible idea. And like most forgetful people, you leave a spare key under your mat. Now,” he sauntered over to her still surprised body, “will you answer my question?”

SooRi fiddled with the straps of her purse feeling a lot like a little kid being scolded. But really, she didn’t think he’d take it upon himself to find her on some random day. Didn’t he have other clients?

“Look, I’m really sorry that I wasted your time, but I just cannot do this.”

Minseok sighed as she walked over to her window and followed her silently. He opened his mouth to speak when she made eye contact with him again, but was cut off before he even sucked in a breath.

“I know you want to know why, but do I really owe you an explanation? I mean, you’ve probably had clients change their minds all the time, no offense.”

She grimaced at the way his eyebrows rose in offense, all the while trying not to notice how amazing he looked in his fitted black long sleeve shirt and equally fitted jeans. He’d even taken his shoes off…how sweet of him.

She put on her teacher voice and smiled warmly at him to soothe over the situation a little, “Now, I’m sorry it has to be like this, and there isn’t anything wrong with you, but I no longer require your services, so if you’d be so kind as to follow me to the door-”

Being a teacher that handles rambunctious children prepares you for many surprises and makes you think on your toes but SooRi was not anticipating have the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed back against her work desk and picked up, by her ass no less, to sit on the cold granite surface with a man standing snug in between her thighs. Who even would anticipate that?

Minseok didn’t even give the woman a chance to speak before his lips were on hers. He brought one hand up to hold her head in place as her mind tuned into the situation she was in and his other hand tightly gripped her hair. She did say rough, remember.

When SooRi finally got her hands up to push him back, but not much, she looked into his now deep brown eyes and bit her lip.

She had a feeling she wasn’t getting out of this one.

“What are you doing?”

Minseok smirked and licked her bottom lip teasingly, gaze never leaving her own.

“Helping you. You and I both know you’ll regret it if I leave now.”

He tightened his grip in her hair and yanked her toward him, sliding his hand from her face down in between her legs to her long neglected center.

“Let me help you have no regrets, beautiful.”

SooRi didn’t think she could have nodded any harder and faster than she had, but she had no time to ponder over it as her lips were claimed in a harsh clash of tongues and teeth. Her position made her skirt ride up and Minseok took that to his full advantage, rubbing teasing circles around  her clit with his middle finger. A moan threatened to rip from her throat but Minseok bit her lip hard and stilled his finger. SooRi groaned, trying to grind against him, but a hard tug at her roots stopped that nonsense before she even had a rhythm going.

“No, that isn’t how we’re doing this. You have to let me play at my own pace first and get a feel of you. You wanted rough, right? You aren’t in control here, I am. I’m in charge of your body, I get to make you feel good and I get to determine when, where and how I’m gonna make you cum. Understand?”

SooRi felt a straight up shiver go down her spine, “Y-Yes.”

Minseok growled and pulled her closer, so close that she could feel his warm breath on her lips, “Excuse me?”

“Yes, sir?” she tired cautiously, attempting to control her urge to kiss him again.

“Hm, good girl.”

He pecked her lips and moved down to place little nips on her neck. She moaned and watched as he gracefully took his time, leaving marks along her neck and undoing the buttons of her blouse at the same time.

Talent, she noted.

Minseok kissed his way to her bra covered chest and smiled at the light pink lacy item.

“Pretty. Such a shame…”

“What do you-”

Minseok swiftly stood up and brought his hands behind SooRi’s back. He grabbed the clasp and literally ripped the back of the bra open, throwing the now useless intimate to the ground before taking a nipple into his mouth.

It was amazing how he would be slow and sensual then fast and rough in the blink of an eye. SooRi whimpered at the feel of teeth on her chest, wanting to close her eyes, but too afraid to look away from the man sliding his tongue down to the waistband of her skirt.

He sent a boyish look up at her, “Don’t worry, I won’t rip this off too.”

Minseok unzipped the tight article of clothing and threw it somewhere before settling on his knees, staring right at her center. Using his teeth to pull her panties down, hands coming to help him remove the damp cloth from her legs, Minseok placed a teasing lick to her clit.

She gripped his hair and moaned loud enough make her apartment’s walls shake. She felt her legs being spread and her hips being dragged closer to the edge of the desk. Minseok spread her lips with his tongue, dipping in before pulling back slightly.

“You want it?”

“Yes, oh God, yes.”

Minseok narrowed his eyes and smacked her thigh a bit harder than he had planned to. “That isn’t how we answer.”

“Yes, sir.”

Minseok smiled proudly up at her before burying his face in her wetness. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open, but somehow SooRi managed to do it, all the while panting and moaning like a seasoned porn star. The feeling of his lips closing around her clit and sucking, his tongue flicking in and out of her, and the sounds, oh God, the sounds of him attempting to suck her dry was too much to handle, and that’s exactly why she came on his tongue, grinding slowly against his lips.

Minseok growled and slapped her thigh, standing at his full height and crushing his lips onto hers. “I told you that I would be the one to tell you when to cum and you didn’t listen.”

He took no time in taking off his shirt, giving SooRi almost no time to marvel at his solid body. He unbuttoned his pants not even pulling them down as he grabbed his hard cock and stroked it.

“I hope you aren’t tired baby, ‘cause I’m not done with you yet.”

SooRi didn’t know how many times she had cum, she had lost count after the fourth time, or how many times her neighbor had come by to knock on the door because of the noise.

All that she knew and felt was Minseok.

He was currently tightly gripping her hip as he pounded into her from behind. SooRi tried to keep a grip on the couch, but her slick hands made that pretty much impossible. Being sore tomorrow was an understatement.

Minseok bit down on her ear and chuckled, “You can’t even get a grip can you? That’s how good I’m fucking you. I want you to remember this. I want you to remember every mark I’ve left on you, the feeling of my tongue on your clit, how good I feel inside of you, and how many times you’ve cum on this dick. Can you remember that for me? Huh?”

The gentle ache of her shoulders and the feeling of being penetrated over and over again made SooRi almost forget the question until a stinging slap was placed on her already red behind.

“Yes, sir.”

Minseok released her arms and spun her around, palming her still wet entrance as he guided them both to the floor. He entered her again, welcoming her suffocating tightness that surrounded him immediately. He roughly snapped his hips against her, grunting with every jerky motion. He looked down at the woman that was practically a stranger to him; her body was covered in marks, some his teeth and lips left behind and others finger prints. Her eyes were lidded heavily but she never looked away from him and that gaze of utter adoration and lust almost made him cum a few times himself but he held out because he really did want her to remember him.

He rubbed her clit with his thumb and grinned as she bit her lip and tried not to cum without his permission again. He’d trained her so well.

Minseok gripped her throat and pulled her body off of the carpet, resting his sweaty forehead against her own. He pecked her lips, biting again as he started to thrust faster. His grip around her neck slacked a bit as he placed another kiss to her lips before pulling back slightly so that she could still feel his words.

“Do you wanna cum again, baby?”

“Yes sir, ah, please.”

Minseok sealed their lips again as she came, shivering and moaning. He gripped her hair again as he snapped his hips roughly and finally released inside of her, panting against her face.

As SooRi came down from her high, she closed her eyes and cursed to herself.

‘Goodbye, paycheck.’


Olake Appreciation Week - Day 1 - The moment I started to ship them    It was definitely this scene in 2x17 - Jake’s speech just left me swooning & speechless.

This scene was too long so I left out some sentences of his speech.

“You don’t know me. I might be the worst guy in the world. Or I might be the best. Whoever I am, I like you. I like you a lot. I like how you say ‘what’ when you answer the phone. How you always seem to be wearing white. How wine seems to be a food group for you. I like that you know who you are and that you fix everyone around you. But you seem sad to me, Olivia. I like you, but you seem sad. And if you let me maybe I can help you not be so sad, because whatever happened to you, whoever happened to you, already happened. It’s done. So maybe I can help yous tart fresh. Maybe I’m your do-over. You deserve a do-over. So close your eyes. Close. Your. Eyes.” - Jake Ballard

Listen I was going to write a ficlet about this but I didn’t have time and now I’ve drank too much wine and convinced my mom to do jaeger bombs with me so like anyways, point is, this year Chowder and Dex totally go to Nursey’s for thanksgiving! Because Chowder isn’t going to fly home to CA when they have a game this weekend, and Dex isn’t about that Discourse Lyfe that he knows will be happening in the Poindexter household… plus NYC isn’t that far away and Nursey actually offered.

They’re a little nervous because neither of Nursey’s moms have come to that many games or anything cause they work a lot, so they have no idea what to expect??

And then they get there and Nursey’s moms are both so lovely? There’s lots of hugs and cheek kisses and a handful of aunts and uncles and just… tons and tons of really great food. There’s Mac and cheese (Dex’s mind is blown) and a bunch of stuff neither Chris or Dex have had before but everything tastes Amazing.

But the best part, the best part is how happy Nursey is. There’s lipstick stains on his cheeks but he’s glowing, eyes soft and hair all a mess from so many hugs and… they hadn’t realized that Nursey was never fully comfortable at Samwell, not quite. There’s just a certain way people hold themselves when they’re finally home, and god damn, it’s quite the look on Derek Nurse.

So Crowley in supermarkets

Do you think he has days that he just dedicated to going to shops and fucking with things or do you think he’ll go in to the shop simply because he happens to be passing by and oh, it’s been a couple of weeks since he’s terrorised shoppers, he may as well pop in

But what if there’s one of those small co-ops or tescos on the corner of one of the streets in soho and sometimes when he’s on his way to aziraphale’s he’ll just go in (buying a bottle of the most expensive wine these cheap chain stores sell so as to not draw too much suspicion)
(Aziraphale would then ask ‘why did you buy a bottle, dear, when you can just will one into existence? Plus I have a selection of far better wines in my back room here’
And Crowley would reply 'fancied doing it this way this time, feels proper’
And aziraphale would smirk, thinking that Crowley’s just getting to be a better person and a worse demon day by day and not quite realising that havoc was recked, even though he should perhaps expect it by now)

Okay but can you imagine Christmas time

All he’d have to do tbh is go into the biggest supermarket there is and just move half filled trolleys half a foot to the left so they get in everyone’s way and have half the tills closed so that the queues are really long and just basically stand there, in the middle of the shop, so people have to go round him

Maybe he spends a day as a shelf stacker and he stacks products in the wrong places on purpose so that people can’t find them

Or!!! He turns all the wine into water or something equally non-alcoholic so that shoppers pay a ridiculously high price for a surprise

Or maybe he makes all the chocolates in those gift chocolate boxes disappear so the receiver is both utterly confused and quite disappointed (not to mention a little annoyed maybe: 'you got me a box of chocolates with no chocolates in?’)

Maybe he turns all the tracks on all the copies of one of the most popular CDs into Queen songs, because if he has to suffer then everyone else should too

Perhaps he walks around really clumsily on purpose and knocks a shit load of stuff over and leaves it all on the floor so it gets in people’s way and the worker’s time setting it all up nicely is wasted and also so maybe the stuff that falls gets damaged

OOH! Those Christmas trees that most big shops have in their entrance!! He’d turn all the baubles to glass and then proceed to walk into the tree and watch as they smashed (making sure that no one gets TOOOOO injured by the broken glass)

Maybe he’d turn the music track that some stores play in the background into a Best of Queen track too

Maybe he’d just have bohemian rhapsody playing on a loop

Maybe he’d go to the fruit and veg part of the store and just help himself to apples because hey, he should be entitled to, right??
(Now I’m picturing him walking around tescos eating an apple while a couple of store employees try to get him to stop and pay for it, but he’s having none of that)

Just Crowley creating chaos in supermarkets, that’s all I want

Sirius Black didn't like to drink.

Sirius Black didn’t like to drink.

Actually, he hated it.

He hated that in weddings, the only thing that adults drank was alcohol.

He hated the drinks. Ron, whisky, vodka, brandy, wine, beer. He hated the lot of them.

He couldn’t stand seeing drunk people. Because drunk people always do stupid things.

No one ever noticed that when he was around drunk people, Sirius was tense. Mostly because when you are drunk, you can’t see what other people are doing.

He hated the sound of bottles breaking, it made him shivers.

He hated that James, Remus and Peter drank in the gryffindor parties. He hated seeing his friends pass out because of the alcohol in their bodies.

He hated that they didn’t remind what happened the night before. He hated that they didn’t care.

He hated that he couldn’t drink to forget because drinking would make him remember.

And he hated to remember.

But every time he saw drunk people, he remembered.

He remembered being eight years old.

He remembered the echoes of his father’s steps dancing in a wedding.

He remembered going home and his father continuing the party by himself, with all the drinks he had in the manor.

He remembered his father calling all of them to the living room. And the bottle in his father’s hand.

He remembered the screams of his father. And his mother trying to calm him down. He remembered the first smack. And the second. And the third.

He remembered being scared. And the look on his brother’s face.

He remembered trying to protect his brother when his father was done with his mother. He remembered the pain. And the bottle of his father breaking in million of pieces after crashing with the wall in an attempt to hit him.

He remembered how his father walked three steps before passing out.

He remembered how the next morning he didn’t recognise what he did the night before.

He remembered how his father didn’t care.

He remembered it.

And he hated it.