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Drabble Challenge! #1 - 150

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!


  1. Take the long way around
  2. Can you shut up for five minutes, please???
  3. He’s been gone for quite a while
  4. I can’t see anything.
  5. I heard a noise.
  6. Scary movies are for chumps.
  7. You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today.
  8. The floor is lava.
  9. Where’s my food?
  10. I bet you feel like an artist
  11. Did you ever clean the attic?
  12. Can I be of assistance?
  13. Get out of the way before I murder you.
  14. I think you forgot who wears the pants in this relationship
  15. You’re breaking my heart, babe.
  16. Cry me a river.
  17. Build a bridge.
  18. Get over it.
  19. Another credit card?!
  20. It’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!
  21. When’s the last time YOU cleaned the bathroom?
  22. I don’t know why I married you.
  23. Have you ever lied to me?
  24. If I trip over one more of your shoes, I’m throwing them all away.
  25. Aren’t you supposed to be the adult?
  26. I’m stuck! Help me!
  27. I swear, I’m not scared.
  28. What do you think a cupholder is for?
  29. You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?
  30. Turn that sh*t off!!!!
  31. When’s that last time we went on a date?
  32. I thought you didn’t like cats?
  33. The door’s locked.
  34. Remember when you were a kid and you ______ (insert memory)
  35. I’ll just tell your mom on you.
  36. I thought you were nice.
  37. I had a dream about you.
  38. I work pretty hard around here, but you get all the credit
  39. What color do you like better?
  40. Am I your husband or your taxi service?
  41. Take notes, sweetheart.
  42. This is where you impress me, right?
  43. Pick up lines only work when I’m drunk.
  44. I can’t believe you didn’t remember
  45. If that makes me a child, so be it.
  46. I could beat you up, you know that right?
  47. Would it kill you to help people?
  48. I bet you can’t go 24 hours without cussing.
  49. But, I said I love you.
  50. Is it just me or is cold as hell in here?
  51. I’m not weird, you’re just basic.
  52. Just sleep with one eye open, that’s all I’m saying
  53. Take off your shirt.
  54. Why’s there a pregnancy test in the trash?
  55. Way to go, kid.
  56. I found the candles, we’ll be alright.
  57. We could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.
  58. You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?
  59. …or we could make out….
  60. I said “I HAVE AN IDEA!”
  61. Down the hall, second door on the left.
  62. I warned you. He warned you. Your freaking mom warned you.
  63. Sit still, for the love of all that is Holy.
  64. Are you even human?
  65. We’ll talk later.
  66. K.
  67. I’m afraid.
  68. I thought there was time.
  69. Can you just leave me alone?
  70. I’ll carry it.
  71. We’re not ‘fine’.
  72. Are you really taking his side right now?
  73. I like proving you wrong.
  74. Girls can’t drive, plain and simple.
  75. Who are you?
  76. I think you need stitches
  77. Must be a coincidence
  78. Can you be romantic for once?
  79. This is your fault by the way.
  80. Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.
  81. Excuse me for falling in love with you.
  82. I have fans. More fans than you to be exact.  
  83. I paid for half and you ate three-quarters.
  84. I knew you’d be mad.
  85. If you die, I’m going to kill you.
  86. You’ve never smoked anything in your life.
  87. You gave me a black eye.
  88. Stop looking at me like that, weirdo.
  89. What if it sinks?
  90. Birds can’t fly without wings.
  91. Sorry I’m protective over the things I love.
  92. That SOOO classifies as a date.
  93. No backsies.
  94. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.
  95. I never liked it, I lied.
  96. Remember, we have to get up early tomorrow.
  97. Are you trying to flirt? Because, you’re embarrassing yourself.
  98. Remember when we were dating and you _____
  99. Be brave, sweetheart.
  100. I’m sorry, but that was adorable.
  101. You don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.
  102. You hear that? That’s the sound of my awesomeness.
  103. She’s my daughter, I can read her diary.
  104. That’s a fact, Jack.
  105. Actually, I couldn’t care less.
  106. I try my best.
  107. Doesn’t make a difference to me anyways.
  108. I’m glad you’re mine.
  109. You look pretty good for your age.
  110. You passed out for like an hour.
  111. Delete it. Now.
  112. You’re a jerk.
  113. Are you high?
  114. No, you’re MY bitch.
  115. Ew ew ew. You’re so gross.
  116. Spare change for the poor and lonely.
  117. She’s 6, how can she scare you?
  118. When’s the last time we ______
  119. He’s spoiled rotten.
  120. I can’t stay long.
  121. There’s nothing we can do.
  122. Do you ever stop smiling?
  123. Step aside and watch a pro.
  124. Never give him stuff like that!
  125. You’re the one who left it laying around.
  126. I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.
  127. Teach me how to play?
  128. It’s called a prank.
  129. Well, you’re a prick.
  130. Good, I hope you feel bad.
  131. You have cold, you’re not dying.
  132. I have reasons. You wouldn’t get it.
  133. I hope you have a cold shower.
  134. You don’t mean that.
  135. Sing to me, please.
  136. Did you enjoy yourself last night?
  137. Why do they behave for you?
  138. Stop making your own rules.
  139. Don’t open an umbrella in the house.
  140. You know what happens when you assume things.
  141. That’s open for discussion.
  142. Oh, what a shocker, you have an excuse.
  143. Be serious for two minutes, please.
  144. I cheated.
  145. What’s the biggest lie you ever told?
  146. Pillows are over-rated.
  147. Zombies aren’t real, I promise.
  148. Are we lost or do you know where we are?
  149. We started with one and now we have seven. You have no chill.
  150. *Make up your own*

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Notes

Everyone and their mother has done a version of this story in the last few days, but I got a few requests, so here’s my take!

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Your heart sank when you heard his voice crack.

He recovered right away, which you knew he would, but the subtle look of disappointment on his face when the performance ended was obvious to you. He had been rehearsing so long and practicing so hard all week to make sure the performance was perfect; he had even stopped his band more than once to ask if he could redo a certain section because he knew he get it better. The last rehearsal before the show, he had nailed every single note but now, when it was live, he had missed one and you knew he wasn’t happy about it.

The crowd was still ecstatic when he finished and you knew that no one other than Harry was going to care about his voice cracking, but Harry was his own worst critic and you had seen the result of that more than once over the course of your relationship.

There had been a few nights – down in Jamaica – where Harry had come home from a long day at the studio and went straight into the sitting room to continue working on lyrics, even though you were in a bathing suit and preparing to take a dip in the private Jacuzzi outside your apartment.

“Harry, you’ve been at this for hours,” you would say, “Take a break and come swim with me.”

No matter how much you tried to persuade him by wrapping your arms around his shoulders or shoving your scantily clad body into his back or pressing kisses to his neck, he wouldn’t give in.

“M’sorry babe. I need to finish this.”

“I bet all the other guys have gone to bed. You’re going back to the studio tomorrow; I’m sure all the words will be the same by then.”

He would let out a slightly annoyed sigh and turn ever-so-slightly in his chair.

“I’ve been workin’ on this one for days, (Y/N). It needs to be perfect and I can’t get it where I want it.”

You had enjoyed your time with Harry in Jamaica – you really had – but it was nights like that where you worried about his well-being. Harry would work until he collapsed if you let him; that’s why you were happy he had surrounded himself with so many people who weren’t going to let that happen. More than one night, his bandmates had forced him to take a break and go back to the apartment for dinner and to spend some time with you. You hadn’t expected to see Harry all that much while you were down here, but those little moments during the evening were always nice.

Harry was much more worried about his album being perfect than you knew anyone else was, but that was just how Harry operated.

Which is why you knew he wasn’t going to be happy about missing that note.

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Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan: MAFIA AU

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ spanking/ bondage/ office sex/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Other characters: Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Second part: Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Setting: A follow-up to the previous two parts of the story. Takes place some time after the events from the prequels, when your relationship with Jungkook is already developed. 

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age, he’s the right man for you.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


Being a head of a mafia organisation undeniably has its disadvantages, but there is one huge benefit that makes you love this job. You have always found it amusing and entertaining when money has been flowing into your pocket thanks to a variety of different profit-making ventures and shady deals with questionable individuals. You have always managed to make the money find its way into your wallet without breaking much of a sweat. Heck, you’re just very good at it. The more illegal and immoral the method the easier and more exciting it is for you. No risk no fun, as they say, and yeah, you certainly know how to play that game.

For this reason, recently you’ve been very busy with looking for new ways of generating even more income for your gang. Not that you’re having any problems with the budget… It’s just that the more the better, isn’t it? Bearing that in mind, you’ve been having your eyes on some big fish in the city. Initially, you somewhat hoped that Yoongi could make use of his insane hacking skills, and simply steal the passwords of their bank accounts but, much to your dismay, he failed miserably. Despite his impressive experience in doing works like that nothing much came out of it. Turns out that their security systems are just too damn good even for him.

Due to these unfortunate circumstances, you’re now sitting with Yoongi in your office. He’s been trying to complete his task but, unfortunately without much success. He is visibly annoyed and frustrated. It becomes apparent that you will not lay your hands on their money all that easily. It is getting late already and both of you are too tired to go on…

Y: Mmmmkay, let’s call it a day, Suga.

S: No fucking way. I told you I could do it and I will.

Y: Oh, common. We both know you’re not getting that money for me anytime soon.

A sly smirk creeping over your face. Finally, your overconfident friend and right-hand man, Min Yoongi, hit a dead spot. It is the first time in the history of your cooperation that he hasn’t been able to carry out your order.

S: Shut the fuck up, will you? I can’t focus.

He spits out, knowing all too well that he should admit defeat.

T: Oooooh… Touchy.

Mocking words come out of Taehyung’s amused face. He’s getting all too comfortable sitting in your chair, stretching his legs on the desk while squeezing a pink anti-stress ball in his slender hand.

J: Somebody should teach you how to address your boss, hyung.

Jungkook remarks, stretching on the sofa. A loud yawn escapes his pretty mouth.

J: Oi, Tae Tae! Maybe you should borrow him that ball? Suga hyung is visibly tensed!

Originally posted by nnochu


S: How about you both cut that shit already?! All you can do is sit on your asses and shit talk. If you’re so clever why don’t you get that money by yourselves?!

Suddenly, the aura around Tae changes. He is now sitting on the chair. Eyes sparkling with obvious excitement.

T: Damn sure we will, hyung! Am I not right, Kooks?

Jungkook isn’t certain at all but, knowing Tae, he must be already devising a plan in his pretty head. 

Jungkook’s clueless expression reveals hisdoubtful thoughts.

J: Will we, Tae?… Like, really?

Too long silence follows his unanswered question. Two boys are gazing at each other and then, Tae stands up from his chair and briskly moves in your direction.

T: Y/N, baby, let me take care of it. That is, me and Kooks. We will get that money for you, I swear!

Suga laughs out mockingly, holding his belly. Tears are forming in his eyes.

S: How would you two even plan to do that? That was a good one Tae, you got me…

He nods his head in approval still laughing.

T: I’ll make you choke on that words, hyung.

S: I’m waiting in anticipation.

And then Tae looks deeply into your eyes, taking your hands into his.

Originally posted by bangtanbighit


T: Will you trust me, boss? I’ll give you what you need… I promise.

He is so close that you are getting nervous, his eyes gleaming with hope and eagerness. You swallow hard…

J: Wow he’s so good…

Jungkook mumbles to himself, watching him attentively. He tilts his head to get a better view of Tae’s face, making mental notes for future reference… These two damn tricksters.

Being utterly lost in Taehyung’s eyes, you only manage to deliver a silent nod.

Y: Yeah, whatever… Just do your job.

Suga growls angrily

S: No fucking way! Will you let these two clowns do as they please? Have you lost your mind?

Yoongi continues rambling like that but you no longer listen to his outburst of anger. You are too pissed off to put up with this kind of behaviour. Besides, you know pretty damn well why he is so reluctant to call it quits. It’s not only about his pride. It’s not only because he is just a stubborn little ass. There is something more to his persistence, and it is very much connected to your sister, Lulu.

Y: Oh, shut your trap Suga, will you?!  All you care about is that stupid bet with Lulu. You’re more concerned with losing than actually not giving me the money.

Obviously, Taehyung wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t use this little exchange of arguments to his own advantage. He cuts in with a disappointed look on his face.

T: I knew right away that he wouldn’t win. They’re like children with Lulu… Fooling around instead of doing their job. Can’t you just tell her you like her, hyung? 

He shakes head disapprovingly so as to spice up this dramatic and fake act. You quickly glance at Yoongi. He looks as if he was about to explode after hearing that. Out of a sudden, he springs to his feet. It doesn’t look all too well so you do the same, positioning yourself between Suga and Tae.

Y: Enough.

It might sound a bit too harsh, but the boys immediately realise that they have reached an invisible boundary. It’s precisely the time to stop getting under your skin and simply listen to your orders. No more talking and pissing you off for today.

Y: You have three days. When you’re done with the plan come and report.

Taehyung grins widely, being obviously very proud of himself.

T: Splendid! .

On your way out of the office, you catch a glimpse of Jungkook. He’s sitting there a bit terrified and dumbfounded at the same time. His signature shocked face making you smile a little.


Two days later

You’ve been sleeping peacefully in your bed when a phone wakes you up. You glance at the phone screen and see that it’s Taehyung. He calls you to announce that their plan is almost done, but they will need you in order to carry it out. 

Lazily, you crawl out of bed and start preparing yourself for another long day at work. Some time later, you arrive at the headquarters and head straight to the conference room, just as you were instructed by Taehyung.

The moment you open the door your feet refuse to move any further. Eyes quickly scanning the room. You’ve counted as many as four women sitting at a round table with their eyes glued to Jungkook and Taehyung. Two said man are standing in front of the ladies, all dressed up in suits and ties. Behind them, there are several pieces of art neatly spread out on the ground and propped against the wall. From what you have managed to register, though, nothing major or readily recognisable to your critical eye. In fact, you cannot get rid of an impression that they are pretty shitty… Nonetheless, what is certainly worth admiring, are these two elegant boys, looking all fly and hot. Not surprisingly, you’re standing there staring at them, just like these women. Moments later, Tae’s deep voice brings you back to reality.

T: There you are, Ms Y/N. We’ve been waiting for you.

Confident smile beaming in your direction. You are completely taken aback and so are the rest of the ladies. Apparently, they haven’t even noticed your presence in the room but, seeing as you are nothing interesting, once again their attention shifts to these two handsome boys.

At this very moment, your gaze lingers on Jungkook who is slowly approaching you. Oh so smug… Hair brushed to the side, a hand in his pocket, and that promiscuous smile that makes your heart skip a bit. With every step, he is getting closer and closer. If you only could you would turn around and run away from this room but you are very well aware that you can’t give him this satisfaction. You can’t make it that obvious. Truth to be told, doesn’t he already know that you are a putty in his hands? Whom are you trying to fool, girl?
Suddenly, he is inches from you, placing a hand on your lower back and gently pushing you in the direction of the chair.

J: Please, have a seat. The presentation has already begun.

The situation seems to be a bit too odd for your liking but you decide that it will be best to disregard these sceptical thoughts for a while. You comply and let Jungkook lead you. He moves the chair away from the table, trailing his hand down your back. Before going away he makes sure that you sit comfortably and then, one last time, he playfully brushes your shoulder with his fingers while slowly proceeding to Tae.

T: Very well. Now, that we are all gathered here, we can quickly move on to the presentation of our valuable pieces. My friend, will you take charge?

Taehyung`s sweet words do wonders to the gathered public. All of the ladies absolutely hypnotised, sitting there as if they were spellbound. You can’t believe your own eyes when you see their reaction once Jungkook’s clear voice echoes in the room. There is a sharp intake of breath, and you could swear that some of these women simply forgot how to breathe for a couple of seconds when he opened his pretty mouth. It is as if they were afraid that their breathing could muffle the sweet sounds coming from this handsome boy. 

J: Thank you very much, huyng. It’s an honour for me to be able to present our collection of these extremely beautiful pieces to our guests.

A pause followed by an innocent smile.

J: I’m sure all of you ladies will be as infatuated with the pure elegance and artistry of these paintings as I was when I first saw them.

He takes a deep breath and then continues with a stern expression on his face. Voice cracking due to the intensity of his speech.

J: It’s extremely painful for us to part with these beautiful pieces but… There’s nothing to be done. Due to very inconvenient circumstances, we no longer can stay in possession of these wonders.

He frowns his forehead and scans the room with eyes full of hope.

J: Only you can put our mind at ease and properly take care of our collection, without letting it get into the hands of some abominable people… That would be heartbreaking… I dread to fear of such possibility!

The Ladies are now visibly distressed, probably dreaming only of taking that innocent and suffering pretty boy into their arms…You’re sitting there and thinking to yourself.
“For fuck`s sake, these paintings are total crap…”
Thoughts are flowing in your head. Their plan to cheat these silly women is as clear to you as a day now. You are observing Jungkook and Taehyung all the time. You have never really expected them to have such damn skills. Of course, you know they are good at fraud. They wouldn’t work for you if they weren’t, but you didn’t expect them to be so smooth and so successful at selling people shit right in their face… You keep on observing Jungkook, paying attention to the expert choice of words and his body language. Everything under control and acted out just perfectly. Jungkook casually talks about the paintings, describing them to the smallest detail. Although, in all honesty, there isn’t much to describe since it is a total farce and you are the only one being able to see through their mischievous plan. There is no denying, though, that Jungkook really looks hot and you can’t blame the ladies for dropping their guard. Jungkook radiates confidence and sexiness. You reprimand yourself for letting your mind wander away, but then… Oh, my. Jungkook turns around and kneels so as to take out yet another painting from the pile near the desk. His back in full view. Your eyes involuntarily scanning his body only to stop at his ass. Not only yours, though…  

“So hot… “ you think to yourself. Now, that the images of his naked butt continue flowing into your head in a speed of light.

“It’s not really the time to be thinking about this, you idiot.” Mental struggle going on. He is facing you now again, more talking follows. The same scenario: gestures, grins, or little sheepish smiles, used interchangeably to manage the mood of his excited public. He is slowly moving around the room, getting closer or further from the ladies. All so well acted and with such confidence. You are lost in thoughts, biting your lip when you hear Tae’s voice:

T: So, my dear ladies. Once my friend is done with his presentation, I’ll talk to you about some more mundane matters.

“Money,” you think to yourself.
It seems that you are not the only one who got that message straight, though. You can hear a comment from the lady sitting at the very front.

X: And what makes you think we`d like to buy anything from you, pretty boy?

Taehyung is a bit shocked for a moment, but fortunately, Jungkooks breaks in:

J: And what makes you think you don’t? We have many things to offer. I’m sure we can cater to your needs… All of them.

He answers with a nonchalant smile. A hand resting on his hip, the other one spread out on the table to prop himself. Big chocolate eyes focusing only on her. You can feel his gaze, even though you are not the one he is staring at.

 Y: Damn he smooth… 

A whisper escapes your lips and your cheeks flush immediately. 

“It’s not my baby boy,” your mind screaming at the obvious contrast. In fact, it dawns on you now that you have never ever seen him working and you would never expect such a change in his behaviour.

T: Yeah…. Having discussed that, let’s move on

Taehyung continues as if nothing happened. You gulp, being angry at yourself. Also, you can’t deny that the way all of these women ogle Jungkook, and his stubbornness to avert your eyes as if you weren’t even there, don’t make you bitter. He’s been purposefully ignoring you ever since this little show has begun.

Taehyung resumes talking again, and Jungkook, having nothing better to do, decides to sit. Not surprisingly, he chooses the chair right next to you. He sits down, all too close. His knee brushes against yours and he doesn’t even bother to move it away. You peek at him, his eyes intently watching Tae Tae, not giving a damn about your presence. He is boldly ignoring you. The very thought is driving you mad. You jostle him with your thigh, not being too delicate. A small smirk on his face, almost mocking. But still, he doesn’t look at you. You are fidgeting nervously in your chair and, once again, you bump him under the table… Or maybe you only try because his strong hand catches you in the middle of the act, keeping your tight in place. He digs his long fingers into your sensitive flesh, completely exposed because of the short dress that you are wearing. He lets out a deep breath as if he was annoyed with you. The grip on your thigh is becoming almost too painful so you decide to let go. Slowly his hand relaxes.

J: Behave, noona. We’re working.

He whispers very quietly with his hand still resting on your thigh. A shiver runs down your spine. “What’s wrong with him,” you are thinking to yourself. Unconsciously, you press your thighs together, trapping his hand between them. When you realise that you let go immediately, but it is too late. He shifts his gaze at you, now obviously interested. He scans your face, and you can feel your cheeks burning again. You refuse to look at him, afraid of giving away that you maybe got a little bit too excited… He reads you like an open book, though. His hand still lingering on your thigh, lazily beginning to move and stroking your leg. He plays with the trimming of your dress, moving it between his fingers, bit by bit uncovering more and more of your thigh. You get a bit flustered, worried that somebody will notice… But then again, all the ladies are too focused on Tae. Still, when he rolls the dress so high that you can almost feel the chair with your naked ass, you try to protest, gripping his hand tightly. He stops moving up then and decides to play with what is already available. He gropes your inner thigh fiercely, making you squeeze your legs instinctively. He is not too pleased with your disobedience so he forcefully separates your legs with his hand. Under the table, you feel yourself being held in place by his leg that has just curled around yours. Your throat goes dry. His fingers now freely roaming between your legs, stroking you whenever he wants to. Obviously, you could struggle more but you are painfully aware that it would attract even more attention… So, he keeps on caressing you there, his face not even once giving out what he has been doing to you. Smug motherfucker. You are getting uncomfortable and too hot, frustrated even. He even dares to throw in some comments, making little jokes with Tae. All the ladies oh so fucking amused. “Since when is he such a flirt?” you desperately try to answer this and some other questions, but it is all too difficult, given the present circumstances. His hand skillfully distracting your thoughts and making sure that you’re focused only on his ministrations. You almost melt in that chair when without any warning he covers your pussy with his inner hand. You hear a low chuckle. Suddenly, you realise that you did not wear any panties. “Shiit… He will bring it over and over,”  you are panicking mentally. But then, oh boy, he starts massaging your folds with two fingers, making slow circles. You want to disappear from that place. Pleasure building up in your belly. You cover your flushed face with one hand, mentally praying to be as quiet as possible. You are afraid to breathe even, stealing Jungkook a pleading glance. But fuck him, he doesn’t even look back. Your fists clench. “Fucking overconfident brat,” stream of profanities in your head. And then, as if he mentally sensed that, he shoves a finger into your tight entrance. The walls of your vagina clenching at the unexpected invasion, but he only thrusts deeper. Soon enough, he buries his finger completely inside you, so that even small movements give you immense pleasure. You are so tight, not too wet yet and it causes a bit of pain, but it is oddly satisfying. This kind of pain that makes you stretch your legs even wider because it is never enough. Your vision is hazy. He sets up an awfully slow pace, shoving his finger in and out of your pussy. Each time he pulls it out you want to cry out to express your dissatisfaction. It just feels so empty then. He is tormenting you and enjoying this too much…

T: Jeongguk, would you be kind enough to distribute the brochures? It will be necessary for you, dear ladies, to read through them in order to acquaint yourself with our offer.

Taehyung flashes a smile. If you could you would kill the bastard right away, without any second thoughts. You hate him right now. Fuck the money… You need Jungkook now.

J: With utmost pleasure, hyung. 

Jungkook stands up, completely unfazed. You shot him a murderous look, but he isn’t too concerned with that. And oh god, he is so handsome, handing in the damn leaflets to these oblivious women, chit-chatting. So cute…

Who would expect that he has been fingering you just a moment ago? You frown at the memory of his fingers inside you. You want him back. You want him there again. He stops in front of you to give you the leaflet. He bends down lightly, and only now your eyes finally meet. You give him that needy look: “Kookie, please do something or else I will lose my mind.” He touches your hand.

J: Hyung, it seems Ms Fay has already decided on some purchase. She’s a terribly busy woman, so please, excuse us. Carry on without me, hyung. 

T: Oh, so we have the first angel who is ready to take care of our priceless paintings!

You quickly stand up, and once again Jungkook is motioning you in the direction of the entrance. Your legs a bit wobbly, so you don’t mind a bit of help. Before you are out, you can hear a hell breaking loose inside of the conference hall. Ladies are raging.

X: Why is she first? Does she have some special treatment or something? I have money I can pay as well!

Y: Don’t let her have that painting! I’ll pay more for it!

T: Easy, easy, my girls! I’ll have something for each and every of you!

Tae tries to ease the sudden tension in the room, already happy that their plan goes just as he wanted it to.

Meanwhile, Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to your office. The moment he slams the door and turns around, you are already on him, looking for his lips with yours, and then pushing your tongue into his mouth. The kiss is so sloppy and you can barely stand on your feet. Legs pressed tightly together because your clit is burning with need. You are so angry at him, jealous, and horny at the same time. You don’t even know what makes you more frustrated. You bit his lip, pissed off, digging nails into his hips. Jungkook hisses, reaching for your ass and squeezing it so hard that it is painful.  

Y: You fucking brat. You and all that teasing.

J: Noona, please correct me If I’m wrong but you were the one who got all wet just by looking at me.

His mouth at the nape of your neck, hot air making you ticklish. You want to make that cheeky smile disappear from his face. You intended to grab his cock through the pants, but before you can do anything, he turns you around and pushes you up against the wall, standing behind you and keeping your hands in place. You are squirming in his tight hold.

J: So frustrated, aren’t you baby girl? Don’t tell me you got jealous? 

He is practically purring into your ear. Oh my, it feels so good.

Y: Jungkook, you’re a fucking jerk!

Upon hearing that, he lifts your skirt exposing your naked ass and slaps you hard making your cheek red and throbbing.

Y: Ahhh…

You have never expected him to do that to you. A cry of pain mixed with pleasure slips out of your mouth. He has never done that to you and you didn’t really think he is capable of doing that either. Your brain is trying to process what has just happened.  

J: Be nicer, noona, will you?

And then he starts massaging your butt, trying to ease the stinging pain. Soft caressing strokes.

J: Baby girl, I’m so sorry. I can’t control myself when I’m around you.

He murmurs softly, feeling guilty out of a sudden. You can feel as he presses his cock tightly to your ass, trying to let go of some steam as well. He is rock hard. You wouldn’t be able to wiggle out of his grip even if you wanted to. Dominating Jungkook. Your mind is screaming. You need more of that.

Y: Tell me, which girl would you like to fuck the most, you dirty brat? I saw the way you looke…

He slaps you again. You cry out loudly. 

Y: I saw the way you looked ahhh…

Another slap follows, making you arch your back. Clit contracting involuntarily at the sensation. He won’t even let you finish the sentence. 

J: You’re such a bad girl, noona.

His voice is so strained, almost as if it was more painful for him than for you. 

J: You’re making me do this. You’re such a bad girl.

Y: Oh yes, Kookie!

You keep on begging like a slut and then he slaps you one last time. His hands are shaking. He hugs you from behind, remorseful and angry at himself that he was enjoying this too much… 

J: It’s all your fault, your fault.

He goes on mumbling like that and petting your sore ass. Your head is spinning and you feel your thighs getting wet. You are leaking a bit from your core. Then, he abruptly turns you around. His face all red. He is angry, visibly angry. Brows furrowed, veins popping on his neck. He spits out, breathlessly:

J: Get your ass on that fucking desk.

Y: Kook…

He cuts in, right away.

J: No talking, just do what you are told. On the desk and spread your legs as wide as you can.

You nod silently. The task isn’t all that easy because your legs are really too weak at this point. You stumble on the way, clutching on the desk at the last moment. You really look so miserable. Jungkook is standing there, observing your struggle to get yourself ready for him. He unzips his pants and starts stroking himself while watching your naked ass. When you sit down on the desk, a bit unsure of what to do next, your eyes go down, focusing on his member. He is shamelessly stroking himself in front of you. He urges you again. 

J: I said spread your legs. 

You swallow hard and follow his command. Eyes closed tightly due to embarrassment. Suddenly, he grips your legs, spreading them even wider. You thought he would just fuck you right then and there because, quite honestly, you don’t have that much time with Tae and the ladies waiting in the conference hall. Much to your astonishment, he takes the chair, moves it closer to the desk and sits down on it. Your cunt is now fully exposed for Jungkook. He puts his hands back on your legs to prevent you from closing them. He takes in the view for a couple of seconds and then licks you all, from your ass cheeks to the tip of your clit. You moan so loud in response. Too loud. You instantly regret that when you realise that somebody could barge in and destroy your much-needed orgasm. You bit your tongue and promise yourself to control this from now on. He takes your entire clit into his mouth, sucking very harshly. He covers your folds with his hot tongue and continues making circles around your sensitive tip. You are so ashamed because of how wet you got. You don’t want him to lick all of that and you grab his head to make him stop.

Y: Kookie, please. It’s enough.

You are wriggling so much that he gets really pissed off. He stands up, gazing into your eyes and takes off his tie in order to immobilise you. He ties your hands to the desk, disregarding your protests and pleas.

 J: Stop this nonsense baby girl. I don’t have all day here. Tae is waiting for me.

He lowers himself and gives you a soft peck. You can taste yourself on his lips. He quickly resumes pleasuring you by licking your clit with his tongue and pushing a finger inside your wetness. You moan and moan again. On the one hand, you don’t want him to stop, but on the other, you don’t want to cum into his mouth. You repeat his name like a mantra. You are so lost at this point that you are almost fucking yourself on his mouth.You are pushing your hips so hard that he has to keep you in place and control everything because your walls are getting tighter and tighter, each end every time he shoves his finger up your pussy. When you are about to finish, he unexpectedly stops.

Y: Oh lord… Kooks. I’ll fucking kill you. Get back there!

He starts laughing, and then he unties you, already positioning himself between your legs.

J: You should really make up your mind, noona.

He palms himself a couple of times, coating his member in precum. You see his cock twitching in anticipation and you lick your dry lips.

J: First you say noo, then you say yes…

Y: Just shut up and fuck me already.

Oh so frantic and needy that you can’t believe it is your own voice. He thrusts inside, all at one go, burying himself to the very balls. At that moment you are completely breathless, your body tensed, and tears are forming in your eyes. 

J: Fuck, baby…

You feel his muscles tightening.

J: I’m so sorry.

He notices your teary eyes and immediately starts kissing them. His cock swelling even more inside you.

J: Baby I could come any minute now. You’re so fucking tight, so perfect.

You know that he is so close and you place a kiss on his forehead, rubbing his back 

Y: It’s alright Kookie, you can come for your noona.

You don’t want him to feel guilty because he got too excited. He shakes his head in response. 

J: No, no, no. Not now.

His cute reaction makes your chest feel heavy. He takes a deep breath and starts rocking his hips. First thrusts very shallow, adjusting himself to your tightness 

Y: Oh, Kookie, you’re so big

J: Ahhh, noona!

He gets so enthusiastic with your praising that he keeps on pushing deeper and deeper, faster and faster. The desk is cracking underneath you two and all of your papers land on the floor. You wrap him tightly with your legs to make it even easier for him to hit the right spot, and oh yes, he really does. He keeps on rubbing you there with the tip of his erection. Finally, he reaches your clit with his hand and massages you while pushing in and out at an amazingly fast pace. Needless to say, you cum moments later, moaning his name while grabbing on his hair. He follows you shortly after, the way your walls are clenching around his dick pushing him over the edge. He shivers, goosebumps on his body, and his nipples hard. 

J: Baby I love you.

He squeaks like a little boy, as always looking for your affection after sex, especially after this kind of dirty play.

Y: I know Kookie… I know baby.

You let him lay his head on your breasts, both of you trying to catch a breath and recover from your high. When he is more or less ok, he lifts his head and gives you a soft kiss on your bruised lips. 

J: Tae… I got to go back…

He mutters reluctantly.

Y: I know dummy. Go and get that money for your noona.

He grins, overjoyed like a little puppy. You have an impression that even his eyes are smiling right now. But, before going out, he helps to put your clothes on and clears the mess from the floor.

Some time later, when you are absolutely sure that all the ladies went home, you go the conference hall. Taehyung is counting the money that they`ve managed to squeeze from these poor women. When he gives you the precise numbers, you are positively surprised. Like hell, that is really a substantial sum of money. 

T: I told you, didn’t I?

Taehyung wants to be praised, happy with his achievement.

Y: I’ve never doubted you, boys.

You pat his head, earning even a bigger grin in return. Jungkook is standing nearby, gazing deeply into your eyes. A small smile forming on his face that makes you blush a little. 

T: But Jungkook, next time you decide to disappear in the middle of the business, please just remember to put back your tie on. That was highly unprofessional!

He pouts, winking in your direction. Your stomach making somersaults while Jungkook stands there troubled, scratching the back of his head.

J: It got lost somewhere in the act, hyung…

T: I’m sure it did… I’m sure it did.

Taehyung responds all too happily while getting out of the room.

anonymous asked:

How would RFA, V, and Saeran react to MC being deaf?

Zen

  • It takes him a while to master sign language, but as soon as he finds out your deaf, he puts all of his energy into learning it for you
  • And once he does learn it… hoo boy he will be signing so many inappropriate things to you
  • Like Zen you’re in public
  • But other than that he’s really chill about it

Yoosung

  • He struggles a lot to learn sign language
  • It takes him a few months to even learn how to hold a basic conversation with you
  • He tends to forget that you can’t hear him, and tries to talk to you when his back is turned
  • He results to passing notes until he gets better at it

Jaehee

  • She doesn’t know any sign language, so it’s pretty hard at first
  • But she’s a quick learner
  • Ofc it takes her a little longer since she’s working almost constantly, but she puts a lot of effort into it so that you can talk comfortably

Jumin

  • Honestly, I could see him getting frustrated sometimes
  • Not at you or anything, he just thinks it’s unfair that you can’t hear him
  • And it doesn’t help that he can’t seem to get the hang of sign language, no matter how hard he tries

Seven

  • This kid knows like 30 languages, he probably already knows sign language so that’s not a problem
  • When you two are together it’s like you’re performing ninjutsu rip when I was into Naruto you’re signing so fast
  • He makes sure to tell the rest of the RFA to learn it, but he will get frustrated if it takes them more than a week
  • Like chill Seven not everyone’s as much of a genius as you

V

  • Hey you’re deaf and he’s blind… dream team
  • Is that offensive lmk
  • He tries to learn sign language, he really does, but it takes him a long time to be able to do it
  • The first thing he learns how to sign is “I love you” and he uses that all the time
  • Aww how sweet
Cashton Fanfiction Masterpost

Hi friends, I have began to notice that it’s hard to find quality fan fiction of the two idiots called Calum Hood and Ashton Irwin so I decided to make this! Hope it helps a bit! (It will be updated frequently)


when you love someone by asht0nCalum pulls away to look at him and Ashton gets distracted by his … everything. Calum’s eyes are sparkling again, like he knows exactly what Ashton’s thinking even if he can’t say it properly, and it’s amazing, how much Calum can convey with just those eyes. Ashton thinks if he could only look at one thing for the rest of his life, this would be it, a hundred times over.

My Notes and Thoughts: This was honestly one of the best things I have ever read. It has so much passion and reality in it along with being too well written. The first chapter does involve smut and just god bless. 


I’ll See You With Your Laughter Lines by CliffordAfflictionSnippets of Calum and Ashton’s life together through Ashton’s eyes

My Notes and Thoughts: This was so cute and well written. I fell in love with Calum’s character and their relationship.


Perfect Score by thesoulsailor:  They weren’t six years old anymore. Calum had grown up to become a local football sensation and Ashton had grown to become a photography nerd whose biggest social descriptor was ‘Calum Hood’s best friend, the weird one’ but all that had never mattered. Even as a certified cool kid, Calum had never let him down and Ashton would do everything he could to make sure he wasn’t letting down Calum either.

“Of course.” Ashton hooked his pinkie around the one Calum offered. “Of course, I’ll help you.”
“Thank you.”
Despite the odds of this ending in a catastrophe, Ashton felt an honest, almost manic smile tug at his lips. “Let’s do it then. We’re gonna make sure you graduate, superstar.”

or Calum needs a perfect score, Ashton has the perfect plan and there ought to be nothing easier than breaking into the principal’s office, right?

My Notes and Thoughts: I know everyone is going crazy waiting for this fit’s continuation and so am I. I swear this will be amazing and for some reason it’s like Riverdale without death and murder?


We Are Gold, You Are Fire by fckmukeAshton didn’t say a word, just watched the younger boy focus miserably on his sandwich. Maybe that did answer the question about the previous night, maybe Calum was feeling it just as much as he was. Did he dare bring it up? Would bringing up the suffocating elephant in the room ruin all the progress they had just made this morning in attempt to get back to their normal friendship?

 or, Ashton and Calum hook up and struggle with dealing with it

or, the fic no one asked for based on Cashton’s adventures in europe

My Notes and Thoughts: THIS HAPPENED THIS IS REAL LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS!


So Much Better by cashcakeplzThis is good, good for Ashton. He works so hard, always taking care of the boys, he deserves someone who will take his mind off of things, even for a couple of hours to get coffee. Maybe it’ll make him better, and by extension, the band better. Maybe Bryana is a good thing for everyone. Yet, even now, as Calum tries to think of how great Bryana could be for Ashton, he can’t help but think that he would be so much better.

Or the one where Calum and Ashton have been Friends With Benefits for years, and Calum thought his feelings for Ashton were simply sexual until Bryana came into the picture.

My Notes and Thoughts: You see, I’m not the person of long fics and books but this honestly cut me off my feet I am struggling. 


Break The Plans We Had Before by mukeofficial: Calum loved his best friends, Michael and Luke, more than anything; and being able to give the best man speech at their wedding was an honour.

My Notes and Thoughts: This starts out with a little bit of Muke but then turns into cute fluffy yet smutty Cashton, it’s beautiful.


Some Kind of Radar System (Locked in on Love) by tigerlily_sunshine“I love you, Cal. Every single part of you. I love you, and that’s not going to change. Ever. No matter what you do. I will always love you.”

Calum chokes out a laugh that may, instead, be a sob. Ashton sneaks his hands underneath Calum’s armpits so that he can draw Calum into a hug, one that is even tighter than the hold Calum himself has on Ashton.

“That’s what they all say, but nobody ever means it.”

(In which Ashton is head over heels in love with Calum, but Calum has a secret that could break them.)

My Notes and Thoughts: This touched me in the heart because of how this asexual character thought about himself and intimacy while his boyfriend was nothing but supportive and cute about it, I just love and adore this so much and highly recommend it.


it’s obvious i just can’t get enough of you by nationalnobody, selvish: It’s 6PM and Calum is angry. Calum isn’t an angry guy but there is only so much Michael Clifford Bullshit ™ that one human being can physically take. Being the super cool-headed and level guy he is, he heads to the gym to wind down and relax. Everything is going peachy until a fucking sex deity with curly hair has to bend over across the room and destroy any shred of cool in his body. 

My Notes and Thoughts: This was filthy, well written and mesmerising.


you’re the thing that i can’t quit by lucasfletcher: “So, you’ve got the hots for your son’s football coach?” Michael asks from the other side of the bar, leaning on his elbows and blowing his gum in Ashton’s face annoyingly. 

“Shh, Michael,” Ashton looks around to make sure no one’s close enough to hear them. 

“And who the fuck even says ‘got the hots’ anymore?” 

“So you do!” he pauses and a grin takes over his features. 

“Also fuck you I can say whatever I want.”

or, the super cute cashton one

My Notes and Thoughts: This was honestly so cute and I loved how fluffy it was.


Anywhere in the world by bluennaAshton starts at a new school and meets Michael and Luke.

And then, Calum.

My Notes and Thoughts: I loved the beginning of this so much and loved how thought out it was, I’m sure you will as well.


message in a bottle by CalumSmiles (dreamforlife)In retrospect, he should’ve thought it through. An entire week with a perpetually shirtless Ashton. Calum really, really should have thought this through.

It’s been half a day and Calum is currently rubbing sunscreen over Ashton’s shoulders.

“For someone who’s always on about looking after yourself, you managed to get almost burnt in less than four hours,” he snorts, working the coconut-scented scream down Ashton’s back.

Ashton just groans, back arching towards Calum as he bends forward to lean elbows on his knees. 

“Shut up.”

“Oh real mature, bro,” Calum says, laughing. 

He finishes smoothing the cream across the small of Ashton’s back, lip between his teeth. 

“There. Don’t turn into Michael or I’ll regret saying yes to this impulsive decision of yours.”

Ashton’s back tenses faintly under his hands.“Spontaneity.” Ashton pulls away and turns around with his eyes hidden behind sunglasses and a curl to his lips. “Is the spice of life.”

~~~~~

Or, Ashton takes Calum to Hawaii and Calum smells a rat. Something’s up and he’s pretty sure this isn’t as impulsive as Ashton would have him believe.Oh and, Calum is ass over tit in love with Ashton.

My Notes and Thoughts: This is one of my utter favourites because of how long it is that makes you tell that how much effort was put into this. THE SMUT WAS AMAZING AND SO WAS THE FLUFF!


baby it’s cold outside by irwah: “I love you. I love you so much and anytime spent with you is perfect, I don’t care about some spilt wine or a simple dinner or the jetlag.” He takes Calum’s hands in his and kisses them both. “This holiday is going to be amazing because we’re here together, the two of us, on our fifth anniversary, in this magical resort where we first met and I couldn’t be happier. So please, relax, forget about everything and let’s fuck.”

Calum laughs at his boyfriend’s cheekiness, knowing it’s a decoy to distract from the disgustingly corny monologue he just gave.

Or: domestic cashton take on the alps


My Notes and Thoughts: This was hauntingly beautiful with the mentions of Muke, their adopted child and the backstory of Cal and Ash’s relationship. 


Ocean Avenue by CliffordAfflictionCashton adventures based off of the song Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard

My Notes and Thoughts: This story was amazing in every way but I loved the whole ‘i eat smth I hate bc it reminds me of my ex’ thing.


I see me all over you by CalumSmiles (dreamforlife): There’s a sound very much similar to that of a cat being strangled. Ashton raises an eyebrow as he lifts himself back up again.


“I…you—I—” Calum splutters and when Ashton snorts, he groans. “Shut up! Shut—shut the fuck up! Oh my god, I hate you. You fucking suck—you suck, Ashton.”

Ashton blinks in surprise, a confused frown pulling at his eyebrows, and he stops his push-ups, flipping around and sitting down, one hand braced behind him to support his exhausted body and the other pushing back his sweat-drenched fringe away from his face.

“What?” He asks.

Calum is on the floor, legs bent to the side, gaping at Ashton as he pants. His eyes are trained on Ashton’s heaving chest. His entire face is a splotchy red, expression horrified.

Ashton frowns. “Bro, you d—”

“Fuck, bench press me,” Calum blurts out.

~~~~

Ashton is trying to break his record of two hundred push-ups and Calum is not watching him. And he isn’t thirsting after Ashton. No, definitely not.Or, basically the one where Ashton beats Calum at his own game…unintentionally.

My Notes and Thoughts: This started out with Calum being creepy as fuck and ended with literal filth, I love it. 


Paint The Sky For Me On Christmas by lookslikehecansurfAshton just wants to make his workplace look festive, without any idea what(or who) a box of Christmas decorations could lead him to.

Or, “my shop window decorations are better than yours” AU

My Notes And Thoughts: I LOVE CALUM’S CHARACTER IN THIS.


the way I’ve been lovin’ you by CalumSmiles (dreamforlife): Ashton chuckles. “Was that an attempt to distract me? Bro, I still want answers. What’s got you so riled up these days?” 

You, lies on the tip of his tongue but he obviously doesn’t say it. 

“It’s been a while, I guess,” is what he says instead. 

Ashton pats his knee. “We can go out tomorrow night. Find you a nice girl.” He smirks. “Give your right hand a break, or we’ll be out of a bass player real soon.” 

Calum really needs the ground to open up and swallow him whole so he can escape from this conversation.

 I don’t want a girl, he groans silently. I really don’t want a girl. 

“What?” 

It’s the complete shock in Ashton’s voice that makes Calum look at him. Wide-eyed, slack-jawed and completely befuddled, Ashton is staring at him. 

“What?” Calum asks. He waves a hand in front of Ashton’s face “What?”

Ashton blinks rapidly. “You don’t want a girl?” 

~~~~

Or, Calum sees something he probably shouldn’t have, has an existential crisis about it, and Ashton learns some things. Michael is the devious matchmaker.

My Notes and Thoughts: I really wanna punch Michael in the face but kiss him at the same time in this, it’S WeiRD. Btw if you are interested in anything this amazing writer writes like me, this has a part two that’s mainly muke.


You Too by JetBlackHeart…and really Michael should have guessed that the next time Luke opened his big mouth it’d be to say something extraordinarily stupid.

“Truth or dare”, suggests Luke, like a fucking idiot.

“Absolutely not!”, exclaims Michael at the exact same time that Calum bellows,

“HELL YES”. Obviously fucking Calum would be on board with it, the little shit.

“Well if you guys are down then so am I”, smiles Ashton, and Michael glares daggers at him because he’s a fucking traitor.

When 5SOS play truth or dare as a banding activity, things get a bit too real and Michael doesn’t know what the fuck to do with all of these goddamn feelings.

My Notes And Thoughts: This is a real masterpiece that does involve a lot of make but Cashton is also dominant so I suggest you to give this amazing writing a try.


Extra Hot by JetBlackHeartA really fluffy Coffee Shop AU with Calum and Luke as the cute baristas, Ashton as Mr Sexy-voice/Pretentious Coffee Guy/Biceps, and Michael as Fucking Michael™

Based on the tumblr post:

Omg I just went to get a latte from my regular coffee shop and I always have the same guy serving me and I must bug him so much as I would always ask for almomd milk (im lactose intolerant) but they would just have lacto free so I stuck with that and today as I drank my latte I could tell the difference in the milk and asked if they started serving almond milk and the guy just shyly said “well you always ask if we have it so i got it specially for you” thiS GUY BOUGHT THE MILK WITH HIS OWN MONEY I FEEL SO PREVILEDGED RIGHT NOW EAAAAHH

My Notes And Thoughts: This was honestly one of the best, not only because how cute it was but also because of the smut.


Make Pretend that You and Me Lived Ever After Happily by tigerlily_sunshine: “How mad d’you think Michael would be if I switched out his candles for trick ones?”

“You wished for a promotion last year,” says Ashton. 

“Don’t even pretend like you don’t take Michael’s Christmas wishes seriously.”

“You’re not supposed to know what I wish for,” says Calum. “Doesn’t that defeat the power of the wish?”

Ashton shrugs.

“Wish quieter next time.”

(In which Michael’s Christmas cupcakes are truly magic)

My Notes and Thoughts: Okay, everyone was talking about this, I was talking about it, you were talking about it, IT DESERVES TO BE TALKED ABOUT.


passing through unconscious states by cyclogenesis (addictedkitten): The heater on the bus stops working, and the boys do what they must to stay warm. Also there are a lot of feelings.

My Notes and Thoughts: In which this is kind of ot4 bc Cashton have an audience


chips of glass by asymmetricA month before 5 Seconds of Summer’s first gig, Calum puts up an ad on craigslist.

Ashton is the one who answers.

My Notes and Thoughts: This is 40k and deserves the attention it gets. It’s a beautiful masterpiece. 


I’ll Take You Far Away by nationalnobodyThe first time Calum decided to sit next to the blonde, or as he preferred, drummer boy it was because of his Nirvana shirt. That and partly because everybody on the bus looked like druggies or something of the sort and that kind of scared Calum.

My Notes and Thoughts: This was so cute and amazing I let some tears fall bc of happiness 


i thought i said i wasn’t good at this by drunklukes: Calum’s stomach drops when he realizes. The dropped books, the cute guy, the distraction of the sketch. That guy, whoever he was, had to have the notebook. A running list of Calum’s most personal thoughts from the past two years. Calum stares at the wall in disbelief, trying to plan his course of action. How was he supposed to get something back from a guy whose name he didn’t even know?

or calum is the seemingly douchey fraternity president and starving artist ashton happens upon his notebook full of lyrics

My Notes and Thoughts: I love it when bad guys turn to cute little squishy ppl


if there’s one thing i know it’s that we’re good together by irwah: It isn’t that weird, really, if you think about it. Ashton is just one guy, a guy who spends a lot of time working out. And he’s admiring his best friend working out, his technique, his breathing pattern - totally normal things he observes in other people when he’s at the gym. 

Except it is weird. Because he’s not admiring Calum’s technique, he’s admiring Calum’s abs, the way the sweat is pooling in the dips between muscles, the way his shoulder muscles clench with the force it takes him to do a sit up. He’s not admiring Calum’s technique so much as admiring his body.

or: Cashton fuck in a gym

My Notes and Thoughts: Because how could a smut that has With Confidence lyrics as a title be bad.


Ghostbusters by CalumSmiles (dreamforlife)“That sounds like I’m proposing to him,” Ashton says, grimacing. “Like an old English gentleman.”

Michael lets out a low, amused huh sound as he settles down. “Doubt he’ll mind. He’ll probably jump you and say yes.”

“Your other option is to walk in, declare your everlasting love and then suck his dick,” Luke says, shrugging.

Ashton sighs, trying to rub away the headache that’s starting to throb in his temples. “So you’re telling me that your great plan is for me to just walk into his room and tell him that I’m in love with him? Gee thanks, guys, I’m never asking you two losers for advice ever.”

A strangled sound comes from the doorway.

~~~~~~~~~~

Or, Ashton is in love. With Calum, obviously. Calum has no clue. Michael is bitter that his brilliant plan hadn’t worked all those years ago and Luke? Well, Luke is on Michael’s side.Basically, Calum finally frustrated Ashton into confessing accidentally to Michael and Michael decides that enough is enough.

My Notes and Thoughts: I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW, THIS IS MY ALL TIME FAVE AND I TALK ABOUT THIS TO MY FRIENDS A LOT BUT IT HAD TO BE HERE.


Just a Little Bit by alseeptodayCalum is pretty sure he’s going to love getting hit. He gets some help from Ashton.

“You want me to hit you?” Ashton croaked, voice soft. Calum immediately felt ashamed for asking.

My Notes and Thoughts: THIS WAS SO INTENSE IT’S INEFFABLE. 


Got ‘til it’s gone by gonnamuke“Luke, Luke, listen, can you send the certificate?” Calum asks. Luke sighs and tells them to hold on one second while he does so and when he does, Calum opens the messenger app, clicks into the attachment, and there it is, clear as day. Calum Thomas Hood and Ashton Fletcher Irwin, married at 5 in the morning. This morning.

His mum is going to kill him.

My Notes and Thoughts: Basically cashton get married in Vegas and it’s LIT

Imagine Washington ....

Calling Jefferson and Hamilton to a meeting to scold them for all their in-fighting.

He sits on one side of a table, and orders the two of them to take the two empty seats on the other.

And the entire time G-Dubs is giving them his “I’m not angry, just disappointed” lecture, Jefferson is tormenting Hamilton.

Spreading his legs apart under the table so his thigh brushes Hamilton’s. Fingers delicately tracing circles on Hamilton’s knee. Moving that hand up his leg, painstakingly slow, pausing to gently squeeze, just hard enough for his nails to be felt scraping through the fabric of Alexander’s breeches. Upwards, inch by inch, gliding and groping, tantalizingly close to Hamilton’s cock but never quite- making contact.

Thomas clears his throat, leaning back in his chair so his erection is clearly visible when Hamilton glances over at the noise.

When Washington finally finishes his scolding, he looks at Alexander, noting his embarrassed flush, the discomfort he’s obviously trying to hide, and says gently-
“Don’t take it so hard, Alexander. Just, try to get along a little better, ok gentlemen?”


This ridiculous ficlet written entirely for the amusement of @telepathicnarwhal . Hope it cheers you up, friend.

Fake Diamonds Are An Interrogator’s Best Friend

Originally posted by angelpaigex

Request: For @angelsdeadromance who requested prompt #26 “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake” where the reader is trying to get a female serial killer to confess so she says that to the unsub to get her angry. Reid is in the interrogation room with her and he has a hard time not laughing. 

A/N: I did take some liberties with this one and put Reid and the reader in an established relationship because it fit better. Also if you want to request a fic just drop a character and a scenario in my inbox or a character and the number for a prompt off of this list. You can make the request as simple or as detailed as you want it to be. Side note: If I used your name for a vic’s name or the name of our killer I do apologize.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Some mild descriptions of the crime and murder but nothing too graphic, and some mild foul language


“Hotch please tell me we have something other than that she was in possession of the wedding rings and that she ran?” you asked as you stared through the two-way mirror watching the female unsub sit in the interrogation room quietly humming with her legs crossed at the ankle and hands resting on the table. The BAU had been called in to work a case in Baltimore Maryland. Three women and a man had been murdered over the course of the last month, one a week. All had received quite the beating before receiving a fatal gunshot wound to the back of the head execution style. All of them had been found in alleyways, stripped down to their underwear and all of their wedding rings had been taken. The only thing that the victims appeared to have had in common was that they were married. Well, that was until Garcia did a little digging. 

(Flashback)

“Tell me something good Baby Girl.”

“More of a question than a statement, but how do you feel about polygamy chocolate thunder?”

“Mh really not into sharing sweetness,” he shot back smiling. 

“You and Kevin looking into trying some new things, Garcia?” JJ asked. 

“Nothing icky like that my sunshine. Now back to the reason I brought it up. All four of your vics are actually married. Well let me rephrase that, Ian is married to Jessica, Rose, Theresa and here’s the kicker he’s got a fourth wife. Here name is Miranda Kent and she lives well within the desired hunting zone,” Garcia explained and you could hear the keyboard clacking as she typed. 

“I’m sorry you’re telling my this man was married four times and not one of these women had a clue?” Emily asked. 

“Sometimes love can make us blind to the truth,” Rossi replied.

“But only for so long. This is starting to sound like a tale of murders committed by a jilted lover,” you muttered. “Tell me this jerk doesn’t have any more wives.”

“No my sweet, the pig’s last wife and the only one to outlive him is Mrs. Miranda Kent and I have just sent the work and home addresses to your phone,” Garcia replied. 

“Good work Garcia. Morgan, Reid, and Prentis take the work address. JJ, Rossi, (Y/N), and I will go to the house. Kent’s either our killer or she’s our next victim,” Hotch delegated and everyone grabbed their kevlar.

“Spence, wait one sec,” you said jogging over to him. 

“Hm? What’s up?” he asked spinning around to face him. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. You felt him start smiling against your lips as he moved his hand to your neck and tangled a hand in your hair. After years of being together you’d both warmed up to the idea of public displays of affection, always doing so before arrests or dangerous field work just in case something bad happened.

“I love you and please be careful,” you muttered as you pulled back and rested your forehead against his. 

“I love you too, and same goes to you about being careful,” he replied, reaching around to smooth down the velcro on your vest. 

“Hey, lovebirds! You can make out later, we’ve got a suspect to bring in,” Morgan teased, holstering his gun and headed out for one of the SUV’s. The two of you laughed. Even after dating for two years and being engaged for about six months, Morgan never got tired of teasing you and Spencer about how caught up in each other you both were. Spencer pressed one last kiss to your forehead before you both jogged over to separate SUVs. Miranda Kent had been at her house that she shared with Ian, polishing four different wedding rings. 

(Back to the present)

“Unfortunately no. All we can prove is that she was in possession of rings and because they are wiped clean of prints and blood there isn’t any way to prove she was the one who murdered them,” Hotch said as he came up and stood beside you. “We need a confession.”

“And you’re planning on getting one how?” 

“Not me, you and Reid are.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“We profiled that these were crimes both premeditated and crimes of passion. You and Spencer are one of the happiest engaged couples I’ve ever seen. If Miranda is our killer she probably realized that her husband was finding happiness somewhere else. Seeing a happy couple might just put her on edge,” Hotch explained. 

“Makes sense, just give me a minute to grab Spence,” you said and walked off toward the break room. You found your lovely fiance enjoying a cup of coffee and talking to Morgan. 

“How’s interrogation going?” Derek asked.

“Hasn’t started yet. I need to borrow you,” you said turning your attention back to Spencer. 

“Sure what’s up?”

“Well, Hotch seems to think that seeing a happy couple would somehow trigger an agitated response which might get us the confession we need to convict, but I’m thinking we need to come at this from a different angel,” you explained. 

“Whatcha thinking mama?” Derek asked taking an interest in your plan. 

“Well think about it, Miranda killed the three women and her husband because they weren’t being faithful. Ian wasn’t being faithful to their marriage and each of those women she saw as one of the reasons for him being unfaithful.”

“Not following how this is going to help us in interrogation. What are you going to do convince her that you and Reid are having an affair of some kind?” Morgan asked, laughing at the ridiculous idea. 

“Exactly,” you answered. “Now let’s see,” you commented pulling Spencer so that he was standing up straighter. “Morgan go find me something that looks like a wedding ring.” Derek rolled his eyes and muttered something about having to do all the work. After he’d left, you tugged Spencer’s tie over his head and undid the top two buttons on his shirt. 

“What are you doing?” Spencer asked, going slightly rigid as you pressed your lips against his throat. 

“Because we are amping up the sexy cheater aspect,” you clarified as you pulled away satisfied with the hickey that was now visible on the high right side of his neck. 

“By making it look like we had a quicky in the break room?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you. 

 “Well something like that,” you replied smiling goofily and slipped your engagement ring into your pocket. “Having an affair with a married man might just get under her skin.” You ruffled your hair so that it fell in a more alluring way around your face and ditched your blazer. 

“Alright here’s your- woah, am I interrupting something,” Derek asked walking back in and taking note of both of your changes in appearance. 

“Just some last minute additional touches to sell this thing as much as possible,” you replied fixing the collar on your shirt. 

“Whatever you say Baby Girl and here is your ring. Borrowed it from Officer Jackson and promised to return it within the hour,” Morgan told you and handed the ring to Reid who slipped it on. You looked yourself over and Spencer, deciding that it was quite convincing. You slipped your hand in his and dragged him off toward interrogation. 

“(Y/N) what did you do?” Hotch asked, clearly confused as the two of you came around the corner. 

“Trust me Hotch, I’ll get our confession,” you assured him and picked up the case file, straightening your pile. Hotch gave you a look but chose not say anything as you and Reid walked into interrogation. “Miranda Kent my name is Special Agent (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and this is Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid,” you said taking a seat in front of her and Spencer sitting down beside you. 

“Pleasure to meet you Dr. Reid and to formally meet you Agent (Y/L/N). You look much nicer when you’re not handcuffing me against a wall for crimes I did not commit,” she said smiling sweetly at you.

“Well you know when you try to run from law enforcement, it tends to cast a guilty shadow on you,” you shot back resting your hands on the table.

“I’m behind on my rent,” she defended, crossing her arms. 

“And the landlord usually sends the FBI to collect rent?” 

“Look I don’t know what you think you have on me, but I didn’t kill my husband or those women. I don’t even know them,” she snapped. 

“You were in possession of the women’s wedding rings as well as your husband’s,” Spencer said. 

“Sometimes my husband takes his ring off and forgets to put it back on when he’s home,” Miranda explained. 

“Now see I don’t think a happily married man would just forget to put his ring back on or for some reason be in possession of three other sets of women’s wedding rings. I mean, Spence would you?”

“No, I shower with mine,” he replied. 

“I know you do,” you chuckled running your fingers up his arm. Miranda’s eyes flicked between the two of you. “Oh sorry, sometimes I forget that our relationship shouldn’t be brought up during work.”

“Relationship? You two married or something?” Miranda asked.

“Well, I guess we would technically call it an affair because he’s married but I am about to become a sister wife,” you squealed feigning excitement. Spence looked like he was about to bust out laughing and you pinched his thigh. “See people like you are what ruin our kind of relationships,” you said getting up and draping yourself over Spencer’s shoulders. “A wife like you is bound to get jealous.”

“For the hundredth time, I do not know those women. Look I just lost my husband and I’ve got no idea where the other wedding rings came from,” she said frustratedly. 

“So the rings of three dead women as well as your husband just happen to be in your possession?” Spencer asked.

“Yes. Have you ever considered it might all be one giant coincidence?”

“You’re lying Miranda.”

“And I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” you said leaning forward, “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” You watched as she narrowed her eyes at you and visibly paled. You saw Spencer raise an eyebrow at you and smirk like he was about to start laughing so you stepped on his foot. You had no clue whether or not it was fake, but you were baiting her and it was working. 

“What are you talking about?” she demanded. 

“You see the way that the light is glinting off that stone, it doesn’t sparkle like a real diamond would. That is nothing more than some cheap glass. Ian probably bought it for you at a costume jewelry shop,” you clarified, sitting back down in your chair. 

“No, no that’s not possible,” she muttered trying to keep from shaking. 

“Oh but I’m afraid it is, and its funny the diamonds in Jessica, Rose, and Theresa’s rings were all authentic. He must’ve cared about them more than he cared about you. It’s a good thing that my future hubby loves me as much as he loves his wife. I’ve been promised a 1.5 carat diamond ring with two rubies surrounding it,” you explained wrapping your arm around Spencer’s and leaning your head on his shoulder. That was the final straw. Something in Miranda broke and she lunged across the table for you. Both you and Spencer quickly recoiled back as Morgan and Hotch charged the room, pinning Miranda back in her chair. 

“You’re wrong stupid bitch! Ian loved me most, those other whores were just distractions that kept him away from me!” she growled.

“That’s why you killed them? To get your husband back?” you asked, “if so why would you kill Ian?”

“Because he found out what I was doing and tried to stop me. If I couldn’t have him to myself, no one could,” she growled. Miranda looked you and Spencer up and down. Until this point, you hadn’t realized that he was holding you. “That’s all you whores are, homewreckers.” 

“Do you know how I know that diamond is a fake?” you asked quietly reaching in your pocket as you leaned toward her. 

“No, but I’m sure you are going to tell me,” she sneered. 

“Because mine is the real deal,” you replied sliding your ring on your finger. “He’s not married and we aren’t having an affair. He’s my fiance. Your first mistake was not leaving your asshole of a husband when you found out he was cheating on you and got married to the other woman,” you said in the same sweet tone that she had used with you earlier. You smiled and grabbed Spencer’s hand, starting to leave interrogation and headed for coffee. 

“You were awesome in there,” Spencer said as he poured two cups, one for you and one for him. 

“Eh, all in a day’s work. Just had to find the right angle to get under her skin. Although, you did almost ruin it when you started laughing,” you replied bumping his shoulder. 

“Sorry, it was hard to keep it together. The idea of sharing your significant other with another person is ridiculous to me,” he explained stirring his sugar. 

“Not into sharing, Dr. Reid?” you asked teasing him by quoting Derek from earlier that day. 

“Not at all,” he said lowly, almost growling as he wrapped his arms around you, lacing his fingers together behind your back. You giggled draping your arms over his shoulders and brushed your lips against his. 

“When we get back, I’m thinking we go out tonight. Dinner, drinks, and then head back to my apartment for some more private entertainment,” you suggested, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth. 

“Sounds like a plan,” he muttered in reply. 

“Alright you two, let’s pack up and go home,” Hotch said sticking his head in the room. “And don’t even think about joining the mile high club on the jet ride home.” You and Spencer both burst out laughing at his comment. You pulled away after giving him one last kiss and walked off in search of your bag. 

 “Told you I’d get the confession,” you muttered as you passed Hotch. He gave you on of his rare smiles and shook his head. 

Advice for Students
  1. Make notes throughout the year.
  2. Don’t get rid of sheets given yo you by teachers, they may be very important by exam time.
  3. Use your frees (if you have them) productively- I know it seems hard but it will save you having to do so much work at home.
  4. Get a different folder for each subject - this will keep your notes organised and easier to find.
  5. Don’t be afraid to ask your teachers for help, that is what they are there for.
  6. Go out with friends when you have the time.
  7. Don’t be afraid to take a day of school work, you will be better for it.
  8. Exercise when you can.
  9. Drink lots of water.
  10. Keep positive.
  11. Never say no to new experiences.
  12. Talk to someone new, you never know, they may be your new best friend!
  13. Don’t revise for the test the evening before.
  14. Eat more fruit and vegetables.
  15. Pack your bag the night before school, it will save you so much time in the morning.
  16. Don’t forget to spend time with your family.
  17. Remember it’s ok to be unique, fitting in is not everything.

(Beautiful Learning)

What No One Tells You About High School Running: A Washed Up Runner's Version

1. It goes by really fast. Everyone looks at the seniors graduating at the end of the year and says “I can’t wait to be done.” But then you’re done and you say the opposite. I wish I had 1 more high school race, 1 more practice, 1 more heart to heart with my coach. Be grateful for every day that you have wearing your home town singlet.

2. It’s not the biggest races that create the best memories. It’s the dual meets where you run around cheering like a maniac, it’s the pasta parties that turn in to dance parties, the teammates that turn in to family, and the practices that are so full of laughs nothing productive actually gets done. Yes, big meets can be great. But they’re not end all be all. The little moments are what will stick out the most after a couple years.

3. You have no idea how much support you have. Your coaches, your teammates, your friends and family all just want to see you succeed. These people would do anything to make sure you have every accessible tool to reach your dreams. And not every experience is perfect: not everyone has a coach they love or has parents that support their child’s aspirations. But you can always find people that love you unconditionally.

4. Do yourself the biggest favor of all and everyday, when practice starts, take a break from the rest of the world. Don’t worry about tests or drama or college or anything. Allow yourself two hours a day dedicated to be the best athlete you can be. It’ll make you a better person and a more focused competitor which in turn will make you a better athlete. Take each rep, long run minute, and race one at a time. Stay focused on the task at hand.

5. Everyone has bad days. The best runners in your state do along with the best runners in the world. They’re normal, so don’t get bent out of shape over one off day. Take a deep breath, work it out, and make a promise to yourself that the next day will be better. And the day after that- even better. Runners are often extremely hard on ourselves and we forget that we don’t have to be perfect.

And my last note to all runners that still have high school races to run: please just continue on doing the sport we love. Keep raising the bar: running faster, jumping longer, and throwing farther. We want nothing else but to see the next generation succeed. We are all a family, and we want the best for you.

anonymous asked:

How do I get better at programming?! Please halllp

Anons

Look up programming class opportunities in your area and Google how to make effective Google searches to find what you need. Watch YouTube videos. Go to Datacamp and take a free course. Check out code academy. Focus hard on what you’re learning and take notes.
Comment your code so you don’t forget what to do. Look for sites where people post their codes and ask for help (Like how I go to StackOverflow for Java).
You just need to be diligent and make an effort to use different resources to research.

anonymous asked:

Reactions from RFA and Saeran and V where MC is extremely stressed from school or work to the point where the littlest thing will set them off and they're up finishing a project late at night and something really insignificant happens (like they drop their pen or something on the ground) and that sets them off and they burst into tears? I'm kind of in that hyper-sensitive state right now and I need to calm down >.<

Anon, I’ll do my best! I did something similar here but your request is sufficiently different so I’ll do it as well. Besides, I want to help if I can! It’s not really work- or school-specific, so I hope that’s fine. Anyway, here you go~


Yoosung

  • you had a huge project due tomorrow, you were barely halfway done and it was already midnight
  • you went to get some coffee to help you stay up so you could finish
  • you grabbed a mug and went to pour some for yourself, but you dropped the mug, breaking it
  • suddenly you felt so angry at yourself that you dropped to the floor and burst into tears
  • yoosung was up late gaming, but he logged out in a millisecond and sprinted over to see what was wrong
  • he sees you crying over the mug and quickly picks up and throws away the shards, “Careful, MC! It’s all right, it’s just a mug, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself!”
  • he gets down on the floor and hugs you to his chest
  • “Please don’t cry MC, it’s okay, really!” poor baby thinks you’re upset because of the mug
  • after a while you finally tell him you were really stressed because of your project
  • he tells you he’ll help as best he can
  • “I’ll do whatever you need me to, MC! If we work together, I’m sure we can do this!”

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Episode Thoughts

Frankly, not much on my part.. (also, it’s hard to understand ones writing when you have a kitty cat on your lap)

- Um, so when is Tink suppose to be in Neverland, timeline wise?

- Regina ‘loves’ the townfolks like I ‘love’ this show.

- Henry figures this is probably better than the flying monkey stepdad.

- Are they gonna have sex in the grave?

- How the hell did the magic scissors get there? Rumple, stop burying stuff! First your dagger, now these?

‘Hello, season 6a guest star, who’s DEFINITELY been in Storybrooke this whole time.’

- And Once Upon a Bondage returns!

- Gold rope…enchanted rope….Take note, smut writers.

- How the hell did she know what he looked like? He died when her father was young.

- Yes, Emma is upset that her fiance is burning his memories. Not that he’s responsible for the death of her grandfather…. Makes sense in Insaneville…er…Storybrooke.

- Are the hearts breeding?

- Are the two Reginas gonna make out?

- Okay, they just hug.

- But they definitely had sex during commercial break. Now, they’re cleaning things up.

- For god’s sake, LEARN TO LOCK YOUR DAMN SHOP, RUMPLE! Then maybe people wouldn’t be stealing your shit every other episode. This is also why you can’t sell anything, because they just help themselves to whatever they want!

- Um, Zelena, weren’t you conspiring with the Evil Queen a few episodes back? 

- And again, who’s watching your kid? Did she go back to her crib at the Nun-Hut or is Granny babysitting both her & Neal tonight instead of being at her own restaurant that the hero-squad now uses as their hangout.

- Thus ends another long plot that could have been avoided if people would just listen to Rumple once in awhile.

- The Evil Queen & Robin’s date goes fine until AU-Rumple crashes their date and hauls their asses back to the dungeons.

- Ah, and there’s my favorite Fuck-Up. :) Gideon!

- And somewhere, Belle resumes her 8th straight day of searching for her son in the woods, stopping only to change outfits.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I hope your doing well :). I was wondering if you have any study tips for studying? It's finals season where I am and I'm freaking out but trying my best to maintain a positive attitude.

  • Find a good study environment! Study at the library or cafes where people are around you so you will be more conscious if you get distracted. Surrounding yourself around people who are studying just as hard motivates you.
  • I avoid my room when I study because my room is a place where I’m too relaxed and my bed is right next to me so I am always tempted to take a break.
  • Have some caffeine, snacks, and water next to you to give you energy.
  • Create a schedule and set goals everyday to get through a set of notes, chapters, or problems.
  • Study with friends who have the same goals as you. Just reading out your notes to each other helps you memorize and understand so much better. 
  • Don’t be around people who get you distracted.
  • Make sure you print out and read every notes your professors have posted. Even if it doesn’t seem important, those type of questions are what makes a difference between a A and B.
  • Log out of your social media accounts so you don’t mindlessly log into them and get distracted. It’s fine to take breaks, but the act of re-entering your username and password would keep you more accountable.
  • Don’t have your phone next to you. Keep it faced down or in your bag.
  • If you listen to music while you study, find a good playlist to keep you focused.
  • Get some sleep! I always pulled all-nighters before exams in high school and did well, but once I got to college and the material became more detailed I realized how important sleep was for me to function and focus properly.
  • Don’t be overwhelmed. Take in each goal as a small victory and keep going forward.

I have most of hardest finals next week! What keeps me most motivated is that my parents are working harder than I am and that a lot of people wish to be in my situation. You are at a point of your life where you can make the most change and impact your whole future. 10 years from now you could be telling yourself you could have worked harder and you can right now! I wish you the best luck and we’ll get through this ㅠㅠ

First impressions (2/?)

Part 1

Warnings: Language mostly

NOTES: Part 2 of this soulmate AU thing. Im really excited to start posting the meat of this thing soon. let me know what you think. Requests are always open 


This was really the last thing you needed to worry about. Fury had been on your case about recruitment for two weeks and honestly Scott needed actual training. You were hoping that you were passed the point of ever running in to your soulmate. Sure there was always some small part of you that worried about it being one of the kids they brought in to train but you had refused early on to get close enough to any of them to have this be an issue. If they never spoke directly to you, their words didn’t matter.

I guess this batch of recruits were going to be different. Your Email alert went off and you nearly jumped out of your  skin.



Agent L/N,

Your new group of agents will be arriving later this week. Keep in mind that these agents have not seen combat and will need refreshed on several fighting styles before you evaluate them.

Good luck,

M. Hill





Perfect. You thought to yourself. So not only were you going to meet your soulmate this week, you had to train 24 people from the ground up. You pinched the bridge of your nose and rested your elbow on the desk. This whole situation could not get any worse.



Just as the thought entered your brain Steve peeked his head into your office.

Hey, Y/N, Do you have a minute?”



You nodded and motioned for him to take the seat in front of you. “What’s up?”



I just got off the phone with T'Challa. It looks like they have found someone that might be able to help Buck.” He said. You could see the hope behind his calm demeanor.



“Yeah, that’s amazing!”



“His name is Vincent Strange. He’s, well honestly, he’s something else. He claims he’ll be able to erase the programming in Bucky’s mind entirely. I don’t want to put too much stock in this magic stuff but if it could help him… I have to give it a shot, Right?”

You were used to this by now. Every time there was someone or thing that claimed it could help Bucky Steve would come to you or Natasha to ask advice. Several things were too outrageous for either of you to let Steve go through with. But a couple of them actually sounded like they might work. You didn’t know anything about this Vincent guy so you weren’t in a place to give advice.

“What do you know about the guy?” You asked as you turned to your computer to search S.H.I.E.L.D’s database.

“Not much. Which is why I came in here.” You looked up from the computer screen to give Steve your full attention. “I want to meet him before I let him anywhere near Bucky. I want to know what his intentions are before I let him tinker with my best  friend’s memory. T'Challa says he’s done it before but… I don’t know. I don’t want to get too excited before I know for sure that it’s safe. What I guess I’m trying to say is that I’ll be leaving in a few hours.”

Steve looked like he was being torn in two. You could see the fear masking the hope in his eyes and it made your heart sink.

“Steve, You know I fully support anything that will help Bucky. He deserves a chance to start over. I think meeting with Vincent is a good idea. It’s better to know if he’s actually able and here to help before you let him see Bucky.”

Steve gathered you up in to a giant bear hug before leaving your office to finalize the details with the rest of his team. Natasha would be out on her mission for a couple more days so it was up to you to fill her in when she returned. If everything went well you wouldn’t be expecting Steve back for a couple weeks while he helped Bucky recover from what ever treatment Vincent had in mind. If it didn’t go well, Steve and Natasha would be back around the same time.

You headed up to the living quarters a little after 8pm, stopping off in the kitchen to grab a couple beers and some left over pizza before settling yourself in for the night. The bulk of your day had consisted of writing the recruit’s reviews and suggestions for placement. It left you with no time to check out Steve’s new lead, so you turned on your lap top and and reheated your food.

S.H.I.E.L.D had a small file on Doctor Vincent Strange. He was a gifted surgeon before his car accident. After he suffered nerve damage in his hand he went on some kind spiritual journey to find someone to fix his hands. When he came back he could do things. The file failed to call it magic but that’s exactly what it sounded like to you. It did mention some kind of hypnotism that helped remove memories.

You didn’t find anything concrete but if he could change Bucky’s memories this just might work. You sent Steve a quick text with what you had learned. You fell asleep waiting on a reply.

When you woke up the next morning you had a text from Scott asking when you could train and   one from Steve explaining the situation. You answered Scott first, telling him you were available at anytime for the day and then replied to Steve. Apparently, Dr. Strange was more impressive than his file made him out to be and they were taking Bucky out of cryo freeze today. You passed on well wishes and ran down to the gym. You were in need of a good run. You put your head phones in and started to stretch. Halfway through the first song your Email alert went off. You pulled up the email app and quickly read through the list of recruits that would be arriving tomorrow afternoon.

You decided to keep from individual interactions with the recruits for at least the first couple  days to be able to judge their ability without the bias of the soulmate bond. The last thing you needed was to compromise someones training because of a few words on your skin. If you could hold off the official meeting… Maybe you could avoid it some how.

Scott showed up at 2:30 and you got to work kicking his ass. He was decent but street fighting wasn’t a style that would save your ass against a HYDRA agent. You could see the moves Hope had tried to teach him when he got really desperate but honestly, it wasn’t enough. You slowed down dramatically to show him where he was miss stepping and how he should guard for certain attacks. After two hours of training and instruction, you felt pretty good about what he had learned. Scott stood up from where you had knocked him on his back again. He pressed his hand to his lower back and hunched over.

“Jesus, Y/N, I need a break.  I’m going to be so sore tomorrow and I have a play date with Cassie.”

“Sorry, Scott. Go ahead and get out of here. We’ll go again in a couple days.”






“Alright recruits! Listen up! I am Agent L/N. Today we’re going to be sparring with each other so that I can evaluate the areas you each need to work on. This will start out one on one but before your final day you must be prepared to defend against several attackers at once. I suggest you keep a close eye on your peers, look for mistakes and strengths that you can remove or implement in your own technique. If you are pinned for longer than three seconds your time is up and you’ll head back to your seats. This is not a pass/fail exercise. Tomorrow, after I review my notes we will move on to making you stronger agents and hopefully move you on to the next phase of your training. However, if you have shown no improvement by the end of your three weeks with me, you will be sent back to S.H.I.E.L.D for placement in one of their open departments. So please take the next few weeks very seriously.”

You stepped away from the training mats and started calling out groups of two and watching them. The first set couldn’t land a single hit in the 10 minutes you gave them and the rest of the agents weren’t any better. Your notes consisted of tough criticism and curse words. You weren’t normally this hard on the agents S.H.I.E.L.D sent but the itching and burning sensation on your ankle started to get worse as the day went on. It seemed like you were reaching down to scratch it every ten minutes. You knew there was no way it meant good news.

“Alright guys. As we all could see you have plenty of work ahead of us. You are free to use the rest of the night as you see fit. Grab some dinner, train, do some research, but most importantly get some sleep. Training starts tomorrow.” You dismissed the group and headed to your room. You turned on the tv for background noise but quickly fell asleep.



At six in the morning your alarm went off and you hurried to grab your notes and change into your training outfit before heading down to the gym. You hopped on the treadmill and started working on your pointers for each recruit. After an hour of running your leg started to burn so you decided it was time to stop. When you walked in to the locker room you rolled down the top of your sock to get a good look at the words for the first time since they first appeared. The letters had become tender and the skin around them inflamed. The tiniest amount of pressure sent a sharp sting up your entire leg. No one had said anything about this before.

You pulled your sock up as you heard two of the female recruits come through the door. They both spotted you and smiled before heading to their lockers. You quickly fastened the lock on yours before heading back out to the training area to wait for the rest to show up.

It was almost 8 AM before everyone had filed in. Most of them still had sleep in their eyes and were sporting serious cases of bed head. You sighed and walked out to the center of the room. You pulled the instructor voice out and addressed your audience.

“Alright, Does anyone remember why we train in so many different fighting styles?”

A hand shot up from the middle of the group. “Yes?”

“So that we can defend and incapacitate an attacker no matter the situation…” The blonde girl answered.

“Yes. Very good. Today I had a training session scheduled with one of our newest Avengers for this very reason. Scott?”

Scott slowly made his way from the locker room, giving the agents a small smile and wave.

“Scott here has agreed to help with today’s refresher. Are you ready?”

“Well, this is my first time with an audience so, be gentle.” He joked as he squared up.



You started with basic street fighting, which you knew Scott excelled at. You were trying to give the agents in their seats a taste of what real sparring felt like. After several minutes of both of you landing several good hits you stepped back and addressed everyone.

“That was basic street fighting. You will see this with most lower level thugs and those newest to fighting. Alright Scott, we are going to move on to some more difficult styles. We are going to go at a dramatically slowed down pace so that you can see exactly what we are doing.”


“Before you guys head off to get some lunch Scott and I are going to speed things back up.”

You turned to Scott and prepared for the next round. After couple of near pins from Scott you dropped to the floor and kicked his legs out from under him, throwing him to the ground before you pinned him firmly to the mat.

“Okay guys, go grab some food.” You said before helping Scott off the mat.

“That wasn’t so bad, you picked up quite a bit since the first time.” You said with a smile.



“Thanks.” He said rubbing his shoulder. “Hey, you seemed a little off the other day. Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah. I’ve just got a few things on my mind right now.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure. You seem a little better today.”

You pushed his shoulder playfully and told him to go get food before he passed out. On your way out the door you both heard someone faintly clapping from the other entrance. Your heads turned to see who it was when you got an eyeful of the Captain himself.

Oh no. You thought to yourself. This can’t mean good news. He should still be in Wakanda.

You waled over to him and he grabbed you up in a giant hug.

“How did it go?” You asked, a hint of disappointment coloring your tone. You were worried about Steve, you knew that this whole situation was taking a toll on him.

“It worked.” You looked at him in disbelief. “I know its crazy but he did it.”

“Oh my god! That’s amazing! When will he be here? I’d love to meet him!” You exclaimed. Steve was one of your closest friends here and you were excited that things were finally going his way. You were so excited that you almost didn’t notice your ankle flare.

“Any minute actually. He’s on his way up with Vincent. He couldn’t to meet you. You really have been a life saver the last few months and he may have heard more than a few stories. Plus he could never resist a pretty girl.” Steve chuckle as the blood flowed to your cheeks.

You pulled your leg up to scratch  as you heard two voices making their way down the hall. The burning sensation got worse and you couldn’t stop scratching.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Steve asked you as you leaned down to focus your attention on your ankle.

“Yeah, Just a mosquito bite.” You lied.

“Well, Y/N, This is Bucky.” When you stood back up you were met with the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. “Bucky, This is Y/N, the woman who should be crazy due to how much she’s had to deal with me in the last few months.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up and a smile broke across his face at Steve’s words.

“Lovely to meet you, Doll.”





Shit.

anonymous asked:

Souji-san, why were you so adamant that Chizuru-chan work as a spy in Shimabara? You worked really hard to get the idea accepted.

Note: Huh. In the game, it wasn’t his idea in the first place, and in the OVA, it doesn’t seem to me that he put forward any special effort—just that he suggested it to the rest of the Shinsengumi—but…


Okita shrugs. “What, you got a better idea of how we should have gotten that information?” he asks. “My job is to cut down Kondou’s enemies, so I’ll do whatever it takes and use whoever I can to make sure that happens. Which includes having Chizuru-chan infiltrate Shimabara, since it’s not like their plans were just gonna fall into our laps if she didn’t.” He smiles faintly, but it does not reach his eyes. “I’ve always thought she should pull her weight around here instead of freeloading like she basically is, so I figured she should help us out since it’d save the rest of us a lot of sneaking around. Thankfully, she knew what was good for her and agreed.”

a helping hand;

member- seokjin

genre- so much fluff

words- 1,657

summary- you’re sick and can’t get the pill bottle open. neighbor!seokjin

a/n- hehe i got such random inspiration for this. i hope you guys enjoy it!! 

Originally posted by jinful

Being sick is never fun. Sure, you enjoy being able to not go to class and have a reasonable excuse this time- ditching because Beyonce dropped a new album wasn’t exactly a “viable” excuse according to your Biology professor- but overall, it completely sucks ass. Aching limbs, nausea, and a fever that just won’t quit plaques your body. What you’d give to feel healthy again- and yes, taking endless notes for Biology.

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Misunderstood (Part 1)

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

SO! I am in a petty bitch mood so here you go. Asshole!Bucky. PLEASE LEAVE YOUR COMMENT OR LEAVE A LIKE OR LEAVE A NICE ASK ABOUT HOW IM SO AMAZING OR JUST CALL ME DOLL AND WE CAN BE FRIENDS

Word count: 1k

Warnings: swearing (idk maybe not), mentions of smut

Summary: I hate asshole Bucky and ur gonna hate him too.

   ‘’Bucky, I really can’t dance.’’ You said, giggling and lightly pushing Bucky who was determine to make you dance that night. It was quiet odd, you thought, you and Bucky were not the best of friends. You didn’t hate eachother, you didn’t have any problems with each other, you just weren’t close.

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let’s face it, having a mental illness is not only hard in itself, but trying to study and have good grades while dealing with it is just a whole nother entity. I saw there weren’t many mental health lists that didn’t only focus on depression and anxiety so i thought maybe i could help. So if you’re struggling with managing both here are some tips from your friendly neighborhood schizoaffective! 

General Tips:

  • your health comes before your grades!! It’s great that you care about your grades and are trying to study but studying doesn’t come before showering, eating, and sleeping. If you havent ate all day, haven’t slept, or have not showered in days make time to do those before you hit the books.
  • if you can only do a couple of things today and you have dishes piling up, your space isn’t clean, or have dirty laundry, make sure to do one of those first. You’ll feel way less stressed out if you surround yourself in a clean environment while you study rather than having an unkempt distracting environment.
  • remember to use your resources, if your campus has a school counselor and you are not feeling too great, book an appointment. If your insurance partially covers psychiatric appointments, book one!
  • If your medication is making it hard to focus or not working enough to make you focus, talk to your doctor as soon as possible on how you can adjust it. It makes so much of a difference.
  • If medication just isn’t for you, do not feel bad. you are not broken. just make sure to have a plan in place for when episodes can occur 

Communication Is Key!!:

  • If you are in high school talk to your counselor to see if they can hold a meeting with your teachers so you can have them all in one place and explain your disorder to them and what accommodations you would like to compromise on. If you are in college, you can formally introduce yourself in person to your teachers on the first day or if this is too stressful for you a simple e-mail explaining your situation should be fine. It’s best to do this at the beginning of the year but ultimately it’s never too late.
  • if you see a psychiatrist and your country offers a 504 plan, make sure to get one. it makes it so much easier to get help and if your teacher doesn’t think your illness is real/refuses to work with you then they can held responsible for it.
  • Whenever you have a bad day or are in a episode and you decide to stay home make sure you email your teachers and get the work/notes you missed/are going to miss. You do not have to go into full detail about what is going on you can just say “due to my illness” or “due to a episode” if you are going to be out a few days. This is crucial if you plan on passing your classes.
  • If you have panic/anxiety attacks or if your delusions get really bad, have a signal worked out between you and your teacher to where you can walk out of class and get some air and take some time to calm yourself down without them thinking that you’re just leaving the class.
  • Don’t be afraid to ask for an extension on your work. I know; easier said than done, but some teachers are surprisingly understanding and a week to finish your work throughout small steps and sessions rather than two days of uncontrollable mania makes a world of a difference. But only do this when necessary as teachers will most likely give you an extension the first time around but won’t be as happy to give you one on the fourth try.

Studying:

  • revise notes on the day you take them while your mind is still focused on the subject and while you’re still motivated to work. You will thank yourself later when you’re having a bad day before the test and you’ve already revised.
  • have a to do list, it’s better to visualize what you need to do rather than going by the moment and getting overwhelmed by all the work you have to do. and make sure to tick off what you have done after. Seeing the work you’ve accomplished is helpful + motivating!!
  • break it down! take!! breaks!! It doesn’t matter if you only wrote two sentences of your essay and then you took yet another break. that’s still two more sentences than you had before and its better to get some work done with multiple amount of breaks than no work done because you procrastinated it and got overwhelmed. 
  • if your environment causes you to procrastinate or you tend to isolate yourself, try to leave and go to a library or coffee shop, or even spend a few more hours on campus. It’s better to get your work done while you are already in a learning environment and in that state of mind then to go home and be distracted by food or sleep. It always works to have a study buddy, if you have a friend in your class.
  • do the most important things first. if you study for your test, start studying the most important topics. Let’s say you get distracted 20 minutes later, whether it be mania or psychosis, you’ll at least have 20 minutes worth of the major stuff under your belt rather than none at all. 
  • If your delusions or mania distract you from sleeping and you know you wont be able to go to bed then try to get up and go over your notes to distract yourself. it’s not the most fun thing to do but why not kill two birds with one stone and hey, if your notes bore you enough, your body will get tired and let you go to sleep.

Self Care:

  • remember: your sanity and well being always come first. I know it’s hard to get caught up with abled people getting good grades easier but if you are not in a good place it’s always better to take a break and come back to it on a better day. 
  • make premade meals for yourself while you have enough energy. It makes it so much easier to already have meals in place beforehand or to have microwaveable meals so you don’t have to cook while you are in a depressed state or having a bad week in general. 
  • stay hydrated! always have a water bottle with you so you can drink water when you need it. To motivate yourself to drink more water, you can get a pretty water bottle or there are apps like plant nanny to help with motivation.
  • take breaks when needed. don’t burn yourself out. If doing too much will cause you to be too burntout to get out of bed in the morning then don’t.
  • if you can, take some vitamin c tablets. Drinking water and taking vitamins will help you not get sick, which will help you not miss more class than you need to. besides being sick sucks, and being physically ill along with mentally, really sucks.
  • reward yourself! if you really didn’t want to get out of bed today but you did, if the voices were telling you not to go to class or distracting you from your work but you pulled through, or even if you just made it through a tough day, reward yourself! it can be from shopping to just getting your favorite snack. you deserve it!
  • if things get so bad that you think you won’t be able to make it, don’t be ashamed to go to the hospital and get the help you need. I know it seems like the world is still going without you, but it’s better to take the time that you need to help yourself out to catch up better and to improve your life overall. I promise, your friends, family, and schoolwork will be there once you get home. Your health and you living is more important than any grade.

and if you have any questions or just need someone to listen my ask is always open!

stay snazzy!

x almoststudy

His Grace, His Excellency, The Duke of Ankh, Blackboard Monitor, Commander Sir Samuel Vimes hears the news and stops in his tracks. No. Not now! Not when things are finally coming together, the Watch is working like a well-oiled machine that only occasionally loses a spring, the dwarfs and trolls are finally managing to not kill each other on sight, the railroad is improving the quality of life for people disc-wide, why does he have to die now? Why can’t he live longer and enjoy the fruits of his labor? Years of coppering have taught Sam Vimes that life is not fair, and that good people don’t always get the happy endings they deserve. He thought he was immune to bad news by now, but this news… well, this news hit him in the face like a half-brick. He feels the half-empty bottle of Jimson’s calling to him from his desk drawer. If he deserves to get drunk any time, it is now. But no. No. He wouldn’t want me to. I won’t.

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Lord Vetinari steeples his fingers on his desk, lost in thought. The Ankh-Morpork Times lies in front of him, open to the crossword, which is blank. Drumknott enters and clears his throat softly.

“Not in the mood for the crossword today, Sir?”

Vetinari looks up.

“No. I think… I think that I do not have the mind for it. Not today.”

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Dear Mume and, Dad

Thinggs in, the Watch are doing, well. I was prommoted to Akting-comander while, Commmander Vimes was away. WEe are, all very happy he is back and, theyr is no mowr troublble with, the Dwarfs and the kinge is safe.

I hav also,summe very sad news to shayre. Sirr Terry Pratchett, ov the Roundworld, hahs mette up withe, Death. WEe are, all verryy, saddened bye thys newse.

i hope things at howm are, good and the new mine iss succesfule.

Yr loving sone,

Carrot

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“What do you think, Fred?” Nobby Nobbs, purportedly-human member of the Watch, asks.

“I think that All Jolson would be very happy to give officers of the city a free lunch, on the house, as it were.”

“No, Fred, I mean about the news!”

“The news? Oh, of course, the news.” Fred tries to give his partner a knowing wink. He succeeds, in a sense. He looks much like a man who knows he is constipated.

“You mean you haven’t heard? Why did you think Mister Vimes is so upset?”

“Well… because he’s Mister Vimes?”

Nobby considers this for a moment, and nods. “Good point. But today he has an extra reason to be upset.”

“Really? Are the undead trying to push another vampire into the watch? Sally is great and all, but I agree with Mister Vimes, there’s something creepy about those buggers.”

“Fred, stop for a moment and listen, will you?” Nobby turns and looks Fred in the eyes. This is quite a feat, as most people, even Nobby’s friends, do anything to avoid looking Nobby in the eyes.

“Sir Terry Pratchett has died, Fred!”

Fred sits down heavily. “…Oh. I don’t think I want to go to All Jolson’s after all…”

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Lady Sybil Vimes takes a moment to compose herself. The news is terrible, but Ramkin women are tough, bred to send their husbands off to war happily and bury their remains happily when they return. She sniffs, dabs her eyes, and pastes a smile on her face. Sam will need her.

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Angua von Uberwald cannot contain herself. She paces back and forth, forth and back, over and over. Finally, she gives it up as a lost cause. She goes to her room, strips off her clothes, and changes to wolf. Chasing chickens always helps her take her mind off things. She makes sure to note where each chicken comes from so she can pay for them later. It’s what he would have wanted her to do.

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Blind Io turns to face the newcomer, his many eyes floating into position to get a better look.

Fate looks up from the game board, and the Lady smiles.

Offler offers something that might be a welcoming grin, but it is hard to tell exactly on his crocodile face. He shifts over to make some room.

Sir Terry Pratchett walks forward and takes his place at the table.