this was supposed to be funny but i don't think it worked

story time: presidential edition
  • so you know how everyone has a story
  • you know
  • like the story
  • like if you’re at a party and someone turns to you and says, tell the story
  • and you know exactly what they mean
  • the story
  • well 
  • i have a story
  • and not unlike most good stories, it involves three key components:
  • barack obama
  • pre-2008 reebok sneakers 
  • and the absolute earth-shattering horror you can only feel after making the worst mistake of your life

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So I’m already seeing people play a game of telephone with Dream Daddy discourse

There’s people who are citing those who have been told by a friend of a friend who may or may not have played the game why it’s SUPER HOMOPHOBIC and how disappointed they are that they cannot buy it now etc all up in my gaming circles rn and it’s making me slowly lean my head against the wall and hum “Mad World” to myself, tbqh.

And not naming any names but there’s also half-truths and hyperbole going around from people who seem to mostly just not… like the game. Like, I’ve seen people say “it MUST be queerbaiting, bc I thought the game felt soulless, so they clearly don’t care about gay couples!” Like no, you just didn’t like the damn game.

So let’s clear up a couple things.

  • Multiple people, including at least one writer, who worked on this game in important capacities are LGBT. This was not made by an “all cishet team”.
  • There is no “cult ending”. There is a maybe-happening-maybe-not Halloween DLC (as confirmed by an artist who worked on the game, albeit not through official channels) that isn’t accessible in game at the moment but was found by data mining. Even if you think a parody ending involving jokey violence is inherently homophobic (spoiler: I think that’s stupid and limiting to LGBT media, go away), the context of it being halloween themed DLC puts a different framing on that altogether. HALLOWEEN IS THE GAYEST FUCKIN HOLIDAY GUYS PLZ
  • It’s not canon. Seriously. DD has no “bizarre twist”. It has an unused side-route that was horror themed.
  • Any and all humour in the premise is just Dad jokes. There’s no goddamn gay jokes, guys. “It’s funny and gay and therefore homophobic!” is obnoxious as shit, sorry not every Big Ol’ Queer wants to live a pious, humourless existence. I’ve played through most of this game by now and it’s not got fucking gay jokes (or trans jokes) in it.
  • There’s legit a good discussion to be had about the way Joseph’s ending plays into some uncomfortable tropes, but I’m gonna be honest, “never allow for anything except a 100% happy ending, for any character” is not a useful mindset to enter that discussion with. “It sucks that the character resembling some real-life experiences around being a closeted religious figure is the one who doesn’t get a ‘good ending’“ is closer to a good jumping off point.
  • (Also, I see u all telling trans fans, fans of colour, etc not to get a game where they get treated decently bc you think the blonde Christian got the short end of the stick.)
  • It’s short because it’s an £11 indie game not because They Don’t Care About The Gays or w/e jesus christ chill.

I keep coming back to the stupid “cult ending” bullshit bc it’s like, my guy, “lgbt people are often demonized so doing a joke route where someone is literally possessed is Bad” is allowed to be taken in a slightly different context when the followup is “also nobody important in this game is goddamn heterosexual and the actual content of the game is totally different to this”. Criticism of media isn’t supposed to be a binary checklist of “does or does not have [x]”, you’re supposed to engage with it using the context of the work. Can you- and lbr, a lot of this is coming from cishet allies- just CHILL and let us have a sense of HUMOUR once in a while.

anyway i played a trans dude dad and gay dated and gay fucked some dudes and had a blast, it was SWEET, dd is a fun game

BTS CHAT: Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin prepare to confess to Y/N but they are shocked to run into each other in her backyard at night.
  • Namjoon crouches in the bush outside Y/N's window.
  • NAMJOON: (Deep breath) I can do this.
  • SUGA: Do what?
  • Suga pops out over Namjoon's shoulder.
  • NAMJOON: AHH!
  • Suga covers Namjoon's mouth.
  • SUGA: Will you shut up? Unless of course you want to alert the whole neighborhood that you're crouching in a girl's backyard at 12 am.
  • NAMJOON: What are you doing here?
  • SUGA: I saw you leave the house with your guitar, so I followed you.
  • NAMJOON: Well go back home.
  • SUGA: Not until you tell me what your plan is.
  • NAMJOON: What plan?
  • SUGA: Your plan to impress Y/N.
  • NAMJOON: I'll tell you after it works.
  • SUGA: (Shrugs) Fine, then I guess you I won't tell you mine.
  • ...
  • NAMJOON: Wait, what?
  • Suga opens up a bag and inside are chocolate, flowers and a mini speaker.
  • NAMJOON: What the hell man? Are you serious?
  • SUGA: Yup.
  • Suga walks out into the open and presses play on the song; First Love. Suga holds the speaker above his head and flowers in the other hand.
  • JIN: What the hell is going on here?!
  • Jin walks into the backyard with a picnic basket and a gigantic teddy bear.
  • Namjoon comes out of the bushes.
  • NAMJOON: Are you serious? Is following me just thing you guys do now?
  • SUGA: Well by the looks of it, it's that and liking the same girl.
  • JIN: You guys like Y/N?
  • NAMJOON: Yeah. Pretty much.
  • SUGA: No, I just like to take late night strolls into people's backyards. And sometimes, I like to buy myself roses.
  • JIN: AHHH!
  • NAMJOON: (Concerned) What is it?
  • JIN: Oh, just my back hurts from when you stabbed me!
  • SUGA: Was that supposed to be funny? Cuz it wasn't.
  • JIN: You'll know when I'm being funny Yoongi.
  • SUGA: Will I?
  • JIN: Both of you leave now!
  • NAMJOON: No way! I got here first!
  • SUGA: Actually, I got here first. Y/N brought me to her house before she even met you two.
  • JIN: Well I was born first.
  • SUGA: Speaking of that, I don't think Y/N would be into a 'mature' man.
  • JIN: Good thing I'm not mature then!
  • NAMJOON: I don't think that worked the way you wanted it to.
  • JIN: Shut up and leave. I didn't cook all this food for Y/N for you guys to ruin things.
  • SUGA: Fine. Leave the food here and I'll make sure Y/N and I don't let it go to waste.
  • JIN: Sometimes I really don't like you.
  • NAMJOON: I learnt how to play the guitar for her. Do you know how hard it is to strum with no pick?!
  • JIMIN: SHHH!
  • Namjoon, Jin and Suga look up at Y/N's window to see Jimin shirtless and poking his head out.
  • JIMIN: You guys are so loud. Y/N is trying to sleep.
  • SUGA: What the fuck?!
Aftermath

Title: Aftermath
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Humor / Angst
Rating: T

@levihanweek​ Day 2: Nightmare

Levi’s Nightmare: Having a heart-to-heart with Pastor Nick.


“Are you worried about your wife?”

The question shocked him out of his musings.

Levi looked up, “My what?”

But the pastor was already speaking, “You’re obviously beside yourself with stress – and it’s understandable. Not knowing if your wife has survived-”

Levi cut him off, “My what?”

The pastor hesitated, apparently realizing he’d made some mistake, but misunderstanding precisely what it was. “Your…wife? The woman we traveled with before? She’s ah – forceful. You two uh – have the same, er – strident personality. When we first met, she dangled me off the wall.”

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Virginity

Requested - Hi! Could you write something with Aaliyah and Y/N. Like they get along pretty well and like Aaliyah asks Y/N about losing Virginity (Y/N lost it very soon) or something like that. Thanks!

Requested - Heyy, I have an imagine request 💕 so, you’re visiting Shawn in Canada and he’s busy, so you end up spending time with Aaliyah (like take her shopping or out for milkshakes or something) and Shawn finds out and he thinks it’s really sweet and fluff fluff fluff

Your name: submit What is this?

~~~

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” Shawn says for what seems like the hundredth time as he glances over at you briefly before refocusing his eyes on the road in front of him.

“Don’t be.” You respond with a cheeky smile. “I get to drive your jeep and hang out with your sister, so it’s a win-win for me.”

“Have I told you lately that you’re the best?” He asks.

“Maybe once or twice,” you tease, a smile on your face as you genuinely appreciate this time you’re getting to spend with your boyfriend, even if it isn’t a lot. You came to Canada to visit him, but he ended up having to rehearse at the last minute, which kind of ruined your original plans for the afternoon.

The drive to his rehearsal space goes by far too quickly, and before you know it you’re driving his jeep out of the parking lot on your way to pick up Aaliyah from school. Since Shawn ended up being busy, you offered to pick up his sister from school and take her to the mall. You’ve grown really close to Aaliyah over the past year that you’ve been dating Shawn, and since you don’t have a younger sister, you take full advantage of getting to spend time with Aaliyah and play an older sister role in her life.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any just happy fluffy (I don't mind if smutty or nah) established relationship sterek just nice and derek is happy yay pls

AND

Anonymous said:Hey so I just had a really crappy prom experience so I could use some fics, can you give me some established fics with sterek? An update maybe? Thank you you guys really helped me get through this.

I’m sorry about your prom. But hopefully this fluffy list will help. And here’s the tag for more. 

Originally posted by girlmeetssterek

Ephemeral by thegirlgrey

(1/1 I 2,100 I Teen)

Stiles has a weird reaction to his anesthesia. He wakes up with temporary amnesia. The resulting video gets 1 million hits on YouTube in 6 hours. (Beyoncé can suck it.)

Ashes, Ashes by ShanaStoryteller

(1/1 I 2,699 I Teen)

The Sheriff gets a call at work - someone’s tried to burn down his home with his son inside.

“I thought of you coming here, and finding me dead, of another burnt out husk of a body, something else fire has stolen from you, of you having nothing left to grasp but ashes,” John can’t even call that a whimper, it’s clearly a whine as Derek’s hands tighten against Stile’s hips, as if his boy will shudder to dust at the mere mention of the possibility unless Derek’s hands can hold him into one piece, “and that thought was worse than dying.”

boys will be boys by HalfFizzbin

(1/1 I 1,309 I General)

Schedule a parent-teacher conference with the Hales at your own risk.

Let me take care of you by LillianDeLooney

(1/1 I 3,434 I Mature)

Stiles is six months pregnant with Derek’s babies when his mate gets home as a teenager, somehow having gotten de-aged again. Their mate bond is still strong, however, and all Derek wants to do is take care of Stiles…

When the Sky Fills With Rain by BarlowGirl

(1/1 I 5,205 I Explicit)

Derek raised an eyebrow. “You know I can shop for myself, right?”

“I know you can,” Stiles said. “But I don’t think you will. So we’re gonna go to Walmart and get you a couple packs of tank tops ’cause you look really hot in those and some more t-shirts and Henleys and basically whatever you need, and I’m going to stare at you and maybe drool a little while you try them on. And then we can go to wherever you usually buy jeans and I’m going to stare at your ass while you try those on.”

“Good to know,” Derek said dryly.

Stiles grinned. “Yup. And then you can wash them in my washing machine and leave them on my couch until they stop smelling like strangers and smell like us.”

Derek absolutely did not turn red.

Or: 5 Times Stiles Took Care of Derek and One Time Derek Took Care of Stiles.

When Nothing Else Works by hannah_baker

(1/1 I 5,915 I Teen)

Sheriff Stilinski is slowly and begrudgingly accepting the fact that werewolves exist, regular bad things still do happen sometimes, and his son may or may not be dating Derek Hale behind his back.

Or, the one where having Derek Hale in his bed is the only way Stiles can get to sleep. Much to his father’s annoyance.

Puppy Separation Anxiety by KaliopeShipsIt

(2/2 I 9,188 I General)

Derek and Stiles’ three year old daughter is completely fine with Derek dropping her off at Pre-K, but has a separation anxiety induced meltdown every time Stiles does.

Naturally, Derek jumps to conclusions that couldn’t be farther from the truth if he’d tried.

The One with the Kiss Cam by nerdfightingwhovian

(1/1 I 9,224 I Teen)

While at a hockey game, which was totally Stiles’s idea, the cameramen behind the Kiss Cam think Erica and Stiles are together. Derek, right next to Stiles, has to intervene on the behalf of his mate.

Also, there might or might not be a homophobic couple who start screaming at our werewolfy hero. He also might or might not give them the cold Hale stare.

Excerpt:
“We were all wondering if we could go see a hockey game. Erica and I really love to watch hockey, and Boyd finds it fascinating, mainly because it makes Erica blood thirsty, and their sex life is really weird. And Danny likes it and so does Kira, and she’s single and ready to mingle after her last boyfriend turned out to be less than ideal. Isaac is pretty much interested in anything that will guarantee him getting laid. And Scott and Allison just want to use the cold rink as an excuse to cuddle. And Lydia will jump at any chance to do more match and basically show off her brain to everyone within hearing distance.”
“What about Jackson.”
“Fuck Jackson.” And yeah, Derek should have expected that.

you break the mountain down by runphoebe

(1/1 I 10,655 I Explicit)

Stiles is pretty sure that it’s not normal to have a sexual awakening six years into a relationship. He’s pretty sure that’s supposed to happen at the beginning and not, you know, after you already have a mortgage together.

Stiles and Derek have been together for six years when Stiles graduates from college and moves back to Beacon Hills.

This Is Your Life, Derek Hale! by PolarisTheYoungWolf

(7/7 I 23,699 I Explicit)

I need more de-aged Derek and pregnant mate Stiles! Can you imagine de-aged teen Derek being told he has a family of his own? Like the baby(babies) are born and he’s like that for like…a weekend or maybe even a week or longer. And it’s just overwhelming and awesome and funny and teendaddy Derek trying to also be a doting husband/mate and maybe they have to go out…because the babies have chickenpox and they need the pink lotion to help with the itching(Do werewolves get chicken pox? Maybe one of the babies is human and got it in case Were’s can’t?) and Derek is torn from staying with his pups and getting something that will help their recovery? I dunno…just…de-aged daddy Derek that’s mates with Stiles is TOO cute an image!!!!

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too by MereLoup

(4/4 I 82,981 I Explicit)

Derek spent too much time, walking amongst the ashes of his life and refusing to move on into the future; refusing to move past the anguish. But somewhere along the way he found purpose, rebuilt this house, found his mate, and he realized that this didn’t have to be the end, that he could continue the legacy of the Hale pack and carry on the traditions and rebuild his life. And now, in this house, with his pack, he was beginning the next generation of the Hale Pack with the most incredible mate he could have ever dreamed of.

anonymous asked:

What do you think lazy Sunday mornings would be like with Finn/Rey/Poe?

General Organa pinched the bridge of her nose. “Rey.”

There was a profound and deep silence in the hangar, interrupted only by the intermittent beep and whir of mech droids, doing their daily maintenance on the other x-wings. Leia sighed.

“Rey, I can see you.”

Very slowly, the rest of Rey’s head appeared over the edge of the cockpit. “Good morning, General,” she said with a sheepish smile.

“I was under the impression that I ordered you, along with Commander Dameron and Lieutenant Finn, to remove yourself from duty for the next three cycles before you dropped dead of exhaustion,” Leia says dryly. “Am I mistaken?”

“Um—no, General—”

“So either you ignored a direct order from your commanding general, or you’re not working on an x-wing at,” Leia idly checked her chronometer, “seven-hundred hours.”

Rey’s expression was doing something complicated, torn between amusement and vague embarrassment. “In my defense, General, I had to be awake much earlier on Jakku to beat the sun and the other scavengers. It’s simply habit by now.”

Leia snorted. “Also, you thought that no one would be around to notice your flagrant disobedience.”

“No, I’m sticking with my first answer,” Rey said firmly.

“And Commander Dameron and Lieutenant Finn? I suppose they’re still asleep in your quarters, since neither of them share your desert upbringing.”

It was funny to watch Rey school her face into blankness. “Of course, General. Why would they disobey an order from you?”

Leia did laugh at that. “Remind me to get someone from Intel to teach you how to lie convincingly. After your temporary suspension is up,” she added pointedly, when Rey perked up. “Go to bed, Rey.”

Honestly, Leia could forgive everyone who had assumed Rey was Luke’s daughter. They pulled the exact same face whenever they were annoyed, and just barely refraining from whining about it.

(Maybe it was a Jedi thing.)

.

Leia wandered into the command center without looking up from her datapad. It always benefited her to get through the previous day’s transmits before first shift began in earnest; otherwise she would be dealing with the backlog all week.

She marked a message from the ambassador to Brindisi for further follow-up and hummed, pleased. “If I look up and either of you is standing at the command console, I will have you dragged to medical and personally ensure that Major Calonia doses you with a sedative.”

There was a pause, then a flurry of datapads being gathered up and frantic whispering, the ping! of a file being saved to the console. A very quiet, “go, go, go,” along with boots scuffling on the duracrete.

When Leia looked up, there was no one in the command center except her, and the fading after-image of a holo battleplan. DAMERON, CMD., FINN, LT. obligingly blinked on the screen for a moment before it went dark.

Leia smiled slightly to herself, and went back to the transmits.

.

The next morning, she found Finn reorganizing the storeroom. At six hundred twenty hours. “That is on-duty work, Lieutenant,” she said, almost startling him into falling off the ladder. “And I’m fairly certain you are currently off-duty.”

Finn’s blank expression was much better than Rey’s. “General, with all due respect, is there any way I can convince you to sleep in an hour or two?”

“Funny,” Leia said. “That’s what I was going to ask you.”

.

Rey had updated the software for all the droids in the maintenance bay at some point during the night; it was time for Leia to call in the big blasters.

…….unfortunately, “the big blasters” were on their eighth run-through on the x-wing simulator. Leia watched Poe dispassionately, noting that the first run-through was timestamped 00512. “General!” Poe said, after he completed the run, and tugged his helmet off. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were there. Something I can do?”

“No,” Leia said finally. “No, just letting you know that your suspension is up tomorrow. Please be aware that if you, Rey, or Lieutenant Finn ever show up incapacitated to the point of being unable to fulfill your obligations again, I will take drastic measures.”

He regarded her warily. “May I ask what those are, General?”

“I’ll personally shove a sed-pack up your ass, Dameron. Or worse,” Leia said, cocking an eyebrow at him, “I’ll make all of you talk to a minder until you stop waking each other up with your nightmares.”

Poe, like Rey, has never been a very good liar. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, General,” he says, fitting the sim helmet back over his head. His next words are muffled—”But I’ll take it under advisement.”

Alternate Anime Titles
  • One Piece: The Never-ending Story: The Anime Version
  • Bleach: Literally Anything that Actually Works as a Story Title Because Bleach? Come on.
  • Free!: How Gay Can We Make this Without the Characters Actually Being Gay: Water Version
  • Fullmetal Alchemist: Shitty Father: Alchemy Edition
  • Tokyo Ghoul: Why To Never Date Anyone Ever
  • Noragami: Get Yato a Shrine 2k17
  • Neon Genesis Evangellion: Shitty Father: Robot Mindfuck Edition
  • Death Note: So THAT'S Why We Aren't Supposed to Post Our Full Name and Photo Online
  • Haikyuu: How Gay Can We Make This Without the Characters Actually Being Gay: Don't-Let-the-Balloon-Touch-the-Floor Edition
  • Attack on Titan: Shitty Father: Apocalypse Edition
  • High school of the Dead: That's Not How Boobs F*cking Work
  • Fate Series: People Die when They are Killed
  • Ajin: People Don't Die when They are Killed
  • Blue Exorcist: Shitty Father: Satan Edition
  • Yuri on Ice: How Gay Can We Make This without the Charac-- WAIT NO THEY'RE ACTUALLY GAY THIS TIME!!!
  • Code Geass: Jedi Mind Trick: The Anime
  • Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: What the Actual Fuck
  • Kill la Kill: Shitty Father: Oh Wait it's the Mom that's Shitty this Time
  • The Devil is a Part-Timer: The Entire Anime is Basically a Meme
  • Durarara: FIVE MILLION PLOTLINES AT ONCE!!!
  • One Punch Man: OOONNNNEEEE PPUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNCCCCHHHHH!!!!!
Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook (M) pt.03

{pt.04}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut plot!

Word Count: 7,380

~ I know I am an awful human, sorry I took so long to update this. Hope you all enjoy anyway! ♡ 

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    “Was he big?”

I brushed through my tangled hair, my comb getting caught in the knots. I watched Bitsy through the mirror of my vanity. She was sitting crossed legged on my bed, eyes wide with curiosity.

  “Let the poor girl breathe Bitsy,” Coco said stepping out of the bathroom. She had a towel over her head, drying off her wet hair.

   “I can’t! I knew they were fucking but no one believed me.” I tried to hold in my laugh but I couldn’t once Coco started laughing. I couldn’t keep the secret from them forever; especially, not after I came home with melted ice cream and visible hickeys. Bitsy shouted in victory after my confession and would not stop asking me questions about it all. “Did he last long?”

Coco threw one of my bed pillows at her face, shutting her up. We were all getting ready to go next door. Like Jungkook had said, Jimin and Hobi had come by the house, shortly after me, to invite us over. Convincing us mainly because they swore Jin was the best cook and we simply could not live life without tasting his food.

   “Okay, I have this one? What do you think?” Mina walked in, holding up a blouse she brought from her room. We all turned to look at it, it was a mixture of light blues and rosy pinks. 

   “Isn’t it too thin? Your nips are gonna show through.” I asked looking over at Bitsy. We were trying to find her something to wear because she wanted to look good since it was obvious to everyone that the invitation was for her and Jimin.

    “You say it like it’s a bad thing (Y/n).” Bitsy joked, extending her hands out for Mina to toss her the shirt.

We all started getting ready once we had our clothes sorted out. We took turns and fought over hair products. It wasn’t anything big to which he had to get all dressed up but they had caught us off guard yesterday; looking tired from the road and dressed like street walkers. I took the chance to do some light makeup, not wanting to make it too obvious that I was wearing any. Only wearing some basic black denim jeans, a white v neck, and my thin green bomber jacket. There was music blasting throughout the whole house as we finished up getting ready.  Almost two hours later, everyone was done and ready to go.

   “Should we go in through the front or back door?” Emi asked and she slipped on her shoes. We all stood in the hall giving glances at each other.

   “Well, their living room is in the front of the house. I guess we should go through there.” I said adjusting my thin jacket and checked myself in the mirror one more time.

   “Oh? So you’ve been in the house already (Y/n)?” Emi gasped playfully. I chose to ignore the comment, cursing myself for letting that slip. They had told us to come by around 7 and we showed up just twenty minutes after.

  

    “Hey, girls! Come on in.” Hobi smiled brightly as he stood back, letting us through the front door. As I walked in, the first thing I smelled was food. My stomach growled instantly, making me remember, that I hadn’t eaten since the morning. Hoseok heard the obnoxious noise and laughed, patting my shoulder as he passed me. “The food should be ready soon.”

Jimin, Taehyung, Hobi and Yoongi were in the living room; keeping us company. While Jin and Namjoon were in the kitchen setting everything up for dinner. I seamlessly tried to spot Jungkook from my spot on the couch. I could not see him or hear him in the kitchen with the others. 

    “He’s still getting dressed.” I turned my head to Yoongi, who was sitting closest to me. He was scrolling through his phone like he had been doing the whole ten minutes. I stared at him, wondering if I should respond. My cheeks were heating up, slightly embarrassed that I made it obvious. Before I could think to play it cool, the door beside the couch opened and out walk Jungkook. He stepped out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His entire upper half exposed and dripping in warm water from his shower. We all turned to look at him as he acted surprised to see us here ‘so soon’. 

    “My bad. I just took a quick shower.” He said deciding to not look in my direction. The rest of the girls were very obviously starstruck by his body form but that wasn’t his intention. He was very proudly showing off the bites and scratches I had left on his chest to both of our friends. My face deeply flushed from embarrassment and anger. He was such a little twat. Everyone turn to look at me, with mouths slightly hung open. I bit my lip and looked down at my phone, praying for the food to be ready soon. “Food smells good,” Jungkook said, strolling off happily into his room.

Before anyone could think to question me about anything; Jin came into the room to invite us all to the table. Everyone took their seats, leaving the seat across from me empty, where Jungkook would sit once he was dressed. We began to eat quietly without him, making small talk amongst ourselves. Jin, being the cook, sat that the head of the table and watched all of us serve the food he had prepared. He seemed very excited and confident for us to taste his food for the first time, he made sure that we tried a little bit of everything. It was delicious obviously, I expected nothing but the best from Jin since walking in through the front door and smelling the food. Jin began telling us about his culinary classes and how he had begun cooking from his mother. In the middle of his story, Jungkook walked out of his room dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans basically, looking fine as hell. Everyone, including me, had stopped listening to Jin for a second just to watch his casually sit down in front of me.

    “So there I was, waiting for the man to give me my order of chicken wings,” Namjoon said with his mouth full. He was trying to speak and chew at the same time without making a mess. “The guy finally comes out with my order and hands it to me. Do you know what he said to me?”

     “My god, Namjoon it was three years ago!” Yoongi groaned shaking his head. Namjoon shushed him and continued dramatically with his story.

    “Both of our hands on the bucket of chicken, eyes locked and he said; ‘Arigatō’ !?” He yelled, tossing his hands in the air before pouting his lips. Jin rolled his eyes and Yoongi shook his head once more.

    “It’s true! I was there and saw the whole thing!” Hobi yelled from across the table, backing up Namjoon’s story.

    “I mean, we don't’ even look Japanese!” I could hear Bitsy giggling next to me and I quickly elbowed her. I know she was only laughing because Namjoon was such a passionate speaker with a lot of hand movements but still.

     “Well, that was ignorant,” Mina said patting Namjoon’s back since he had gotten himself all worked up with the story telling.

    “Some people just think they know it all.” I shrugged after swallowing my food. A quiet chuckle was heard throughout the table. It was uncalled for and everyone glanced at Jungkook; who had not said a word the entire time. “What?” I asked him directly.

I was legitimately confused on why he was laughing as we all seemed to be. He looked up me, making eye contact for the first time throughout the night. Immediately I recognized the look in his eyes, that cocky, arrogant look he wore when he used his smart mouth.

    “Nothing,” He smirked looking down at his food. He paused as if he was debating on if he should say what was on his mind. “It’s just funny hearing that from you.”

Everyone stopped moving, stopped chewing, probably stopped breathing, and I was pissed. Joking or not he should know that saying in front of everyone else would not be a smart move. We weren’t in a bedroom behind closed doors, this wasn’t cute and I wasn’t having it.

    “What is that supposed to mean?” I said putting my fork down on the plate. I didn’t take my eyes off of him but he ate normally.

    “Exactly what it sounds like (Y/n).” He shrugged looking down at his phone.
I decided for the sake of Jin and his hard work that went into making this dinner, I would bite my tongue and let Jungkook’s comment slide. After the awkwardness had passed, Coco had started talking about some random thing. Though I could not get over Jungkook’s unusually behavior. While eating I felt my phone vibrated in my pocket, I would have ignored it but for some reason, I didn’t. I pulled it out of my pocket, keeping it low on my lap so no one would notice. A message from an unsaved number that I didn’t recognize.

Play along with the argument so we can get out of here.

I looked up to his Jungkook’s eyes on me. He nodded his head gently, confirming that this was him texting me. How he got my number out of nowhere, I have no idea but his plan was clear.

You storm out and go home alone. I’ll go lock myself in my room after you leave.

    “So I then realized that I had left my bag on the bus,” Jimin said making everyone laugh. I left my phone on my lap just in case Jungkook needed to tell me anything else.

     “He was running around saying, ‘Lost my bag! Lost my bag!’.” Yoongi laughed; clapping his hands hysterically.

    “We kept losing things on that trip, now that I think about it,” Namjoon said taking a sip of his water.

    “I know. We even lost Taehyung!” Hobi yelled, standing up at the table dramatically.

    “Hey! I chose to be lost.” Taehyung explained. “It’s a beautiful thing being lost in a foreign country.”

Then they began to argue with Taehyung about his crazy sense of adventure. How many times he had gone off on his own without telling anyone anything. Most of us were finished eating by this time and some of us were even going for a second plate. I decided to grab just a bit more for the sake of staying at the table longer. Jungkook was eating rather slow, he still had a plate full and Yoongi next to him seemed to notice. Yoongi leaned in whispering something under his breath but Jungkook only nodded in response.

“The point of the story is: When someone tells you to ‘get lost’; you might actually want to try it because it’s wonderful.” Taehyung finally said, stopping everyone from arguing. The boys agreed to disagree and called it a day for that conversation. But I had something else in mind.

    “It’s surprising that Jungkook didn’t lose anything.” Everyone turned to look at me. “I mean, being the youngest, I could imagine you guys had to baby him the entire trip.” Taehyung and Jimin both began to laugh, looking over to Jungkook for a response.

     “I’m not a baby (Y/n). You of all people should know that.” He challenged, placing his hands down from the plate. I took my elbows off the table and shrugged.

    “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen there some parts of you that still need growing.” I heard Hobi choke on his drink at my words. That could have been a low blow from my side but it was the only response I could think of. Jungkook laughed looking away from me, obviously stung by my comment. He caught sight of everyone staring at him and he ran his tongue over his teeth.

     “I sure didn’t hear this complaining last night.” I wanted to laugh at everyone’s reaction, it was priceless, but I needed to maintain the image of us actually fighting.

     “Well, you probably couldn’t hear me from all the noise you were making.” Even Yoongi, who wasn’t easily entertained had to bite his lip to keep him from laughing.

    “Okay, okay,” Namjoon said before Jungkook could respond. “That’s enough you two.” While Namjoon was giving his reasons for not going back and forth, my phone lit up from a text.

Chill, will ya? You’re roasting me.

“We should all keep personal matters off the table. We all just came to have a good time, right?” Jungkook completely ignored Namjoo’s words of wisdom and continued with the plan.

    “It would be easier to do that if (Y/n) wasn’t such a drama queen about everything.” Jungkook really just wanted to get off the topic of sex. That was such a random insult but I had to go along with it.

    “Oh! I’m the drama queen?” I said sitting up in my chair. “Jungkook you are literally a 6-year-old in a 19-year-old’s body.”

    “Well, I rather be that, than be a priss who thinks she better than everyone around her.” Ouch. Okay, I had that one coming, I guess.

    “Don’t call me a priss because I know my worth and it’s not anything you can afford!” We might have been fake fighting but my voice was driven by actually rage and adrenaline rush.

    “Trust me (Y/n), it’s not a price difficult to get for free.” Even I was taken back by the comment.  His own tone was very believable if I hadn’t known any different. I heard a few gasps around the table but I didn’t see who because my eyes were locked on him.

    “Are you implying that I’m easy?” I was actually shaking from anger. The heat of arguing was taking over my body and there was no way anyone would think this was fake.
“You know what!?” I finally said, tossing the napkin I just used to whip my mouth with. “I’m going home.”

    “No, come on (Y/n). He didn’t mean it like that.” Namjoon said looking over to Jungkook for him to apologize. He continued to stuff his mouth with food as I scooted my chair and stood up looking at him.  He looked up at me, meeting my eyes and chewed his food waiting for me to leave. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair.

   “We should go too…” Emi said looking at the other girls. They all nodded and Bitsy gave Jimin an apologetic look.

    “No,” I said placing my hand on her shoulder. “ I want to be alone.”
I thanked Jin for having me and for the food before I made my way out the door. I stepped outside, the temperature had gotten cooler and the jacket felt just right around me. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I unlocked it to look at the text.

Keep your window unlocked, and I’ll be there in 15 minutes.

A stupid smirk tugged at my lips, and I bit my thumb to hide it before I ran back home. I opened the front door and quickly kicked my shoes off and pushed them aside. I walked to my room and into the bathroom, where I grabbed the flower-scented lotion, Coco left in there and applied it to the exposed parts of my skin. I cleaned up some of my runny makeup and added lip balm to my tinted lips. I brushed my teeth once again like I had before leaving. Finished up by ruffling my hair in the mirror for some volume and pushed up my breasts in my bra, also for some volume. Once I thought I looked okay, I walked out to realize my room was a fucking mess from all of us getting ready in here. I threw some makeup products into random drawers and the scattered clothes on my bed into the bin in the corner. I made sure the window was unlocked and cracked it open just a bit for some fresh air. I could see Jungkook’s room with its light on but I could not see any sign of him. I took that as a chance to keep fixing things up before he came at my window.
I light one of my scented candles to freshen up the room a bit before I turned to my drawer. I peeked under my shirt and took a look at the bra I had on, wondering if I should change out of it. I dug through the drawer and came across one of my favorite pair of panties. They were a light color of gray with a darker shade laced around it, that would match perfectly with the dark bra I had on already.

     “Are those for me baby?” Startled I snapped my head towards the window, where Jungkook stood outside of and looked in. I placed my underwear back in the drawer and shut it while he pushed the window up wide. I watched as he pushed himself up and climbed through it effortlessly. I sucked in some air as his biceps flexed with strength and felt myself grow eager already to have those arms around me. Jungkook pushed his hair aside and stood tall with a smirk on his face. He walked closer, giving me no time to react to his hold. His hands grabbed my waist and he pulled me close. I could smell his hair from its wash earlier in the night. “Getting ready for me, huh?” He smiled and bit his lip at me. He brushed his nose against my cheek, surely smelling the lotion I applied.

   “Just wanted to make a good impression, is all,” I whispered before pressing my lips against his. I hooked my arm around his neck as he pressed me into his body. His hand moved down to cup my ass from my core.

    “Fuck… you’re so hot when you’re angry.” He groaned pulling away for a moment. His eyes were black and lips blushed red, he looked so fuckable.
I pulled him back down by his collar, tasting his lips on my tongue. I led him backward to the bed, stumbling on his own feet he fell back onto it. I took the moment to peel my top off and unbutton my jeans. Jungkook’s eyes locked on my chest as he dragged me onto his thighs. With my legs on either side of him; he pulled my waist close to his, and ran his hands tenderly over my skin. He gripped my waist tightly, pushing me down beside him flat on my back. I yelped a small breath at the fall and he was quick to began to remove my jeans. They were tight and he had to slowly pull them off. Taking them off my foot he let his hands caress back up my leg; along with his eyes eating up my figure.  
I sat up and met him with my mouth, pulling him to hover over me. He kissed down my lips to the hot spots of my neck. My hands were tightly holding and pulling on the thin material of his shirt. The skin underneath was shaped by muscle but also soft and tempting. I had him remove his shirt, showing to me his body that shivered under my hands.

   “Fuck me Jungkook.” I groaned softly taking him by surprise. I didn’t admit that the fake arguing we did had me wet the whole dinner. Watching how his lips talked back to me when he had been eating me out with that same mouth only hours before. It was frustrating in an insanely hot annoying kind of way.
He was sucking on the skin of my covered breasts, while his hand cupped my heat through my soaked panties. My belly was tensed but he mouth eased me into his hand; soon my hips following their urge for him. My body seemed much more lust driven than usual. I wanted him already and couldn’t find it in me to wait. He reached back up to my lips; his lips were wet by saliva while I ran my tongue over his mouth. My hand fell down to his torso, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and boxers. I pulled his hips closer to mine, the rough material of his jeans brushed against my laced underwear. He groaned a chuckle,  glancing my way under his dark lashes. 

    “All right then…” Jungkook leaned up and began to unbuckle his belt. He started me straight in the eyes, the look making the blood in my body rush. I squirmed in his gaze and he noticed, his eyes trailed down to my thighs that were shut tightly and trembled on the bed. “Come here, kitten.”

The name made violent goosebumps form all around my body. He hooked his arm around my waist and pulled me off the bed slightly; with the other hand he yanked off my panties. I had my hands on his shoulders with nowhere else to hold him from. He rolled his hard crotch onto my folds teasingly. My bra pressed against his chest, our hips grinding into the mattress. I struggled to keep my eyes shut at the pressure he was rubbing into my naked clit. I was feeling him under his boxers, feeling how my drenched pussy slid on his cock.

    “You want it, right?” Jungkook asked while he nibbled on my neck. I whimpered and gave a weak nod, letting my head hang back, with my eyes shut. He suddenly bit down on my neck hard and dropped me back onto the bed. I looked up at him as I had lost contact with his crotch. “Answer me.”

    “Y-yes.” I gulped a dry lump in my throat, thirsting for more. His voice was controlling and relentless when he spoke. Jungkook seemed pleased with my answer and moved to pushed down the remainder of his clothes. His erection slapped against his lower abdomen; my clit throbbed at the sight of it. He didn’t hesitate to grab his length in his fist, tugged at it as he spoke.

    “Get on all fours.” I let go of him all at once to do as he said. “And take that bra off too.”

Tossing the bra to the floor, I positioned myself as he told me. On my hands and knees facing away from Jungkook and my body on display for him. His hands gently touched the side of my thigh, moving up and following the curves of my ass to the dip of my back. It was a simple touch that drove me insane, it was hungry but still without rush. He added a bit of pressure to my lower back, making me arch it down to raise my bottom to where he wanted it. I could feel my folds spread open, soaked and hot, the more I leaned down. Jungkook groaned to himself as he kept running his hands over my ass.

    “What was it you said at dinner?” He teased. He moved onto his knees and was right behind me now. I could feel him there as he fondled my ass cheeks. “Remind me, will you (Y/n)?”

    “Jungkook please-” I shut my mouth by his hand coming down on one of my cheeks; not hard but enough to cut me off and listen to him.

    “No.” He rubbed my skin under his palm as if to apologize. “That pretty mouth should watch what comes out of it.” His other hand ran down my inner thigh, so closer to my core he could surely feel the heat radiating from it. The taunting action made me throw my ass back, hoping to get him to touch me. All I earned was another smack to the same cheek. “You listening, (Y/n)?”

    “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry.” He couldn’t even keep his serious voice on, he chuckled at my anguished body. His cold hands suddenly touched my burning core, causing me to squeal at the feeling. He had two fingers from the dripping point of my entrance to my swollen clit, adding hard pressure the entire way down.

    “All that fighting must have turned you on, huh?” I bit on my lip after taking in a shaky breath, he slipped two of his fingers inside of me. “You’re practically dripping already.”

Just as quick as they went in, he pulled them out and replaced them with something much better and bigger. He was leaned over my back, holding my hips steady, as I struggled to keep myself up. Jungkook eased in, taking time in stretching me out with each thrust, before picking up a pace. There was always a bit quick pause when he was all the way in, feeling my walls wrapped around him perfectly. He was lighting my insides on fire, with the way his cock pulsed already so hard in me. Small moans were trapped in my mouth and I grabbed onto to anything near me.

Covered in my arousal, Jungkook’s hunger took over and he slammed his hips into me. A yelp left my mouth while his hands gripped my waist tightly. He pulled me back onto his cock with each thrust making it that much harder. My heart began to pound like his hips into me. My eyes shut, imagining how good he must look fucking me from behind  Mouth shut tight and eyes blown into darkness in a lust driven state, and every muscle in his body working and sweating. His fingers were digging into my skin while my nails were on the brink of tearing the pillow. I wanted to turn, to look at his face plastered with pleasure but I could barely support it myself.

     “Oh fuck! Jungkook…” He was hitting spots so deep within me that I couldn’t even see right. I could feel myself drip onto my thigh every time he pulled out. Jungkook grunted and slowed his pace when I moved down from my hands to my forearms. My walls throbbed around him and I leaned my head against my supporting pillow. Jungkook shoved himself inside me roughly, leaning in close to me. His hand cupped my jaw and brought my face upwards,

    “Head up, baby girl.” He held onto my jaw and left sloppy kisses along my cheek. I whined as he continued to deeply thrust, my legs were weak and shaking to give out any moment. Jungkook held my waist once again and leaned his arm against the headboard.

    “There! Fuck, right there.” He was pushing himself from a higher angle, hitting my g spot repeatedly. The bed was making a loud thumping sound against the wall, and his skin was slapping on my mine. His hips pounding into me without rest, his cock was fucking my walls raw. My abdomen was contracting from the please that tingled through my blood rushing veins. My soft moans turned into harsh cries and I gripped his arm around my waist. I just wanted to keep his hands on me as he drove me into pleasure and beyond bliss. My climax was starting to build in the deepest parts of me while he started to slow back down. His breath was at its extreme, slowly guiding his cock in and out of me, trying to maintain himself from coming anytime soon.

    “Fuck…” He both groaned and cursed as he pulled himself completely out of me. I sighed and whined for the loss of connection. I was going to recover enough for me to ask if he was alright but he didn’t give me a chance.
He grabbed my arm and hip to push over onto my back; finally letting my body resting in the comfort of the mattress. I could look at him now, he was hot and bothered as I imagined. His hair was sticking to his forehead from the sweat and parts of his skin were flushed pink. Jungkook was regaining his strength, leaning down to kiss me on the lips. Even out of breath I managed to kiss him back, his hand cupped my breast and tugged lightly at my harden nipple. He moved his head down, taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. I ran my hand through his locks of hair, pushing them away from his forehead but still holding him close. I hummed at the sensation of his teeth softly grazing at the sensitive skin. My body squirming under his weight and at the empty feeling in my insides. He ran his hand down my side and looked up at me from underneath his lashes. A look like that could kill.

Jungkook removed himself from my chest, the air hitting my wet skin made my nipple ache from its harden form. He bit his lip down at me as I raised my knee to his waist, hoping to bring his attention back to my needy core. He grabbed the back of my knee in each hand, dragging me down closer to him, my ass his thighs and he began to scoot off the bed. I tried not to giggle as he brought me to the edge of the bed and kneeled down onto the floor. I leaned up on my elbows to get a better view of him, he watched me but his eyes were glued to my folds as soon as he spread my legs.

    “So pink and tight…” He used his thumb to spread my lips wide, scraping past my clit and making me jump. His eyes flickered up to me and a smirk appeared on his lips as he dampened them with his tongue. He leaned in closer, blowing cool air at the heated area and watched me squirm under him. Jungkook chuckled lowly under his breath, thumbing my clit and watching the effect it had on me. There was barely any pressure but the light touch was sending small shocks through my lower half. My hips pushed into the mattress and locked still to keep from moving. It was a small heating sensation when he quickened his pace, I leaned my head back and shut my eyes to take in the sensitivity.

My mouth shot open when he let go of my folds and ran his tongue over them, so close but not closer enough to where I wanted to feel him the most. My thighs shook as he dug his tongue at my clit harshly; he was flicking at it with the tip of his tongue before wrapping his mouth around it. My hips bucked into his pretty face and the slurping sounds he was ringing in my ears. He was holding onto my ankle, that hung off the bed; while my other foot was digging into his shoulder.

    “Ah! Fuck…”  I watched how it tongue stuck out of his pink lips, how he moved his jaw to create an amazing speed. He ran his mouth lower and began to lap at the juices that flowed from my entrance. I shut my mouth and whimpered, he placed his hand on my thigh moved closer.

    “So good…” Jungkook hummed. Bring his hands up to my tight entrance, he pushed one in and continued to suck at my skin. I had to sit up; I had to take in such a perfect view. I pushed his hair out of the way, gripping it tightly at the top of his head. He rubbed his mouth into my heat while that single finger gave me something to clenched around. He groaned at my grasping walls, knowing very well that I could take much more. Without warning, Jungkook pushed in two other fingers, stretching me out far more so suddenly. I pulled at his hair as he ruthlessly pumped them in; giving no time to adjust to the change. My chest was rising excessively while my stomach tensed and twitched every time his fingers disappeared in me. He sucked and pulled at my clit, completely determined to push me over the edge. His longest finger kept brushing against my sweet stop and the next time going in, I rolled my hips and he hit it dead on.
I pushed his face into my pussy when he tried to lift his head up to look at me. I could feel him smirk on me but I felt too good to care. I couldn’t keep my body still from all of the hot blood running through my body. My hips were bucking at the perfect pace to feel him the best, we created this rhythm that was driving me to my climax. The heat was building up in my core, making my breath shorten, and muscles tense.

    “That’s it, baby.” My nails dug into his scalp and I trembled over him. A loud, breathless scream left my mouth as the pleasure convulsed through my body. Falling back onto the mattress, my leg locked over his head while he kept pumping his fingers through my orgasm.

    “Jungkook…” My legs quivered as I moved them away from him, but he was running his tongue over me. I barely had any strength to move away from him. I tried to push his head away as the over-stimulation was starting to hurt. Cries left my mouth and my body was twitching as I yanked at his hair.

He came up with a big smile plastered on his face. He crawled up to kiss me before I had the chance to scold him on his overplay. Is lips tasted like a sweet combination of the both of us, that I couldn't’ help but enjoy his mouth on mine.

    “I could eat you out all night.” All was forgiven since his words had made me blushed; he smiled wide and child-like at my embarrassment. I shied away from his face as he kissed my cheek and stroked my back. He grabbed a hold of me and pushed me up the bed once more. “Lay on your side.”

Jungkook laid right behind me as if we were going to spoon for the night. I turned my head to meet his and he leaned in to lock his lips with mine. His cock was resting behind my thighs and he ran his hand up to lift my leg up. I kept it up, bent at the knee as he took a hold of his cock and ran it between my soaked folds. His hot breath tickled my neck as he groaned, I reached down and ran my hand over his drenched cock, guiding him to my wet cunt.
My head rested over his shoulder, his mouth was brushing against my cheek. The head of his dick pushed through my entrance, slowly feeling the stretched all the way into my stomach. He wrapped his arm around my waist, shoving his chest into my back and ass against his crotch. His grip was strong as he began to push in and out of me; I held onto his arm and leaned my head back. The position was amazing it made my back arch like a cat, and I couldn’t stop, my spot he was hitting it. He was thrusting hard and slow, deep thrusts that scratched at my next orgasm. His cock was painfully hard, I could feel it twitch every time my walls pulsed around it.

    “Fuck baby…” Jungkook choked on his grunt. His hand ran over my skin, making it way up to my breasts that were bouncing to his hips. “You’re so goddamn tight.”

My breathing was heavy and so was his against my ear. I reached up to grab his face wanting to look at him. I sometimes forgot just how handsome he was, with his bottom lip between his teeth, revealing the tiny mole he had there. His perfect brows and eyes were creased in concentration and pure bliss. I cupped his cheek and his eyes opened at my touch. It was a strange moment where we stared into each others eyes, something we hadn’t really done before. There were lust and desire but I was afraid to see anything else but that. I was afraid to feel anything else.

    “Make me come, please.” He leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips felt hot and soft, it was barely a kiss with all the tongue and groaning involved. “Are you close?”

    “Too close.” He laughed breathlessly. He jerked his hips into me faster; a constant scream fell from my mouth and caused me to scratched at his arm. His hot cock created a burning feeling in my center that was spreading through my veins. I felt my head grow lighter with every thrust he gave. I felt the need to stay close to him and hold on or I would fade away. His balls were slapping against his own skin and the sound echoed in my head. His hand left my breast and ran down to my throbbing clit. The second his cold fingers made contact with it I began to cry, with the added pleasure was just overwhelmingly painful. His name was leaving my mouth like broken ballad and my name never sounded so good in anyone’s mouth.

His hips were hitting hard against my ass and words began to choke in my mouth. I was no longer able to produce words but merely sounds of satisfaction. He rubbed my clit back and forth as fast as his wrist would let him, making my legs squirm and shut around his hand. He grunted as it made my pussy tighter on his dick and he begged me to keep my legs like that. His fingers rubbed my skin to the bone as he desperately fucked me. His mouth was struggling to kiss my neck but still managed to leave love bites on it.
I felt myself coming with a pathetic scream of his name. My mind was blank like a white room and I could only hear the irregular rhythmic beating of my heart. Feeling my chest jerk and legs shake to my curled toes while he took me through it. My legs were clamped shut and I felt my entire cunt pulse as he quickly pulled out. He groaned loudly, I could only hear him pumping his wet cock behind me. I had just enough strength to turn and watch his beautiful face contour when he came all over my ass. The sight of his abs tensing up and his dick dripping from in his come and mine made me moan loudly. He pumped himself slowly, milking every last drop he had to offer while his other hand was still between my legs.

   “Holy fuck…” Jungkook sighed, not daring to move an inch until he recollected himself. A smile spread across my lips at how good he looked after coming. I turned away from him so that he wouldn’t see and pulled the nearest pillow for me to cuddle with.


After a moment or two, I saw Jungkook arm reach up to grab a towel that was hanging over the headboard. He asked if he could his use it and I just hummed to grant him permission since I was too comfortable to care. Seconds later I felt the fluffy towel wipe over my butt, taking off any residue of him.

   “Have I told you how great of an ass you have (Y/n)?” I turned over to look at him and found him kneeling over my ass with a smile on his face. I tried not to smile back but it came out as a smug either way.

   “Shut up.” I giggled playfully. He tossed the dirty towel into the corner for me to pick up later and he moved over me to the edge of the bed. I watched grab his boxers and sliding them on.

    “I’m sorry.” My eyes switched to him as he just sat facing away from. He sounded a bit upset and embarrassed from what I could tell.

    “For what?” I asked confused. I turned up to get a better look at him since he turned to look my way.

   “What I said to you at dinner; I didn’t mean any of that.” His apology was sincere. It made my heart ache and made it hard to believe this was the same guy who just fucked me into the mattress.

    “Jungkook I know that.” I smiled and shrugged. It was obvious, though cocky, Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy to disrespect and contempt women. He knew I hadn’t taken any of it to offense but his conscious couldn’t drop it without my reassurance.

    “Mind If I use your bathroom?” He asked after nodding and standing up. He signaled to the door by my bed, while he adjusted his junk in his underwear. I simply nodded and sat up to walk over to my drawer to find new underwear for myself.

    “Oh wait.” I suddenly said, making Jungkook turn back from the door to look at me. “I forgot that bathroom doesn’t work. You can use the one across the hall.”

I said leaning across the dresser, reaching down to slip on my girl boxers. He shook his head and walked out of the room to the other bathroom. I quickly moved to grab his clothes off the floor and loosely fold them into a pile outside of the door. I shut the door to my room quietly and clicked the lock; before putting on a gray tank top and walking over to my bathroom.
I turned on the lights and stepped in front of the mirror; moving my hair to the side to look at the marks bruising my skin. I grabbed a scrunchy and threw my hair into a messy bun to keep it from sticking to my sweaty neck. The past events played through my head over and over again, not knowing what I got from dreaming about them. What I won from questioning myself on what this was leading to. I liked Jungkook; I liked him too much for my own good. For the moment the attraction was all physical and that’s how I wanted it to stay. I just hoped he wanted the same. I heard my door knob jiggle as he tried to get into the room.

I know he could hear me step to the door because he let go of the knob once I stood in front of it. I leaned my shoulder against the white door and laid my head against it.

    “Oh come on, (Y/n).” Jungkook chuckled. I heard a thud against the door, which could have been his hand resting against the other side.“ I mean, I know you like it rough but isn’t this a little mean?”

I smiled at hearing his laugh, knowing he didn’t mind my rejection all that much. I didn’t want to make him feel bad since it wasn’t anything personal; just a matter of safe precaution from my part. He waited for a moment seeing if I would say anything in response. “I’ve never met a girl who doesn’t like to spooning after sex…”

  “I prefer just the forking.” He laughed again, sweetly, but I could hear a bit of disappointment in his voice. There was a small sigh leaving his lips before a much louder thump hit the door, which could only be his back. “Hey…”

   “Yeah?” He mumbled faintly, a bit of hope lingered in his voice.

   “How did you get my phone number?” I asked with full interest for the mystery.

   “I’ll tell you if you let me in.” He promised. I could hear the smile in his words, just imagining his bunny teeth showing through his rosy lips. I chose not to respond when he already knew the answer. There was a bit of guilt that I tried to chew off my lip during the silence between the door. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

    “Night, Jungkook.”


Strictly Professional

Summary: You recognized the problematic customers the second you saw them. Lin, however, took the cake with being the most memorable client you’ve ever had. (TattooArtist!Reader)

Paring: Lin x reader

Words: 4,428

A/N:Thank you to @strongenoughfoundation for being awesome and giving me tips for certain parts of the story (you’re the queen of dialogue)! Also, thank you to @how-could-i-do-this for proofreading (I’m glad i’m getting better at not switching tenses lol). I wrote this in celebration of my first tattoo lol! Thanks for reading!

Edit: @whenthingsgettoughdontpushmeaway - I remember you asking to be tagged when I posted. @buckybarneshairpullingkink - You already read it, but I didn’t forget (well, I did, but ya know lol)


“Is that him?” you mumbled to your coworker Liz as you emerged from your room to the front desk, watching the man that paced back and forth in front of the parlor.

You could always spot the first-timers the instant you looked at them. You could sense the excitement and nervousness rolling off them in waves, their bodies tense from the anticipation of the ink that would soon permanently mark their skin.

But him?

It was more like a tsunami of emotions, crashing and tumbling over his body as he questioned his decision to get a tattoo. You felt it before you even stepped foot into the same room as him.

“It’s so unfair that you always get the cute ones,” Liz whispered as she handed you his paperwork. She had an appointment in ten minutes, and with the piece being a fairly large and intricate one, she passed him off to you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring her comment and scanned his papers, noting his name and birthdate. “Lin?” you called.

He spun on his heel at his name, his swift steps having him in front of the desk within seconds. “Hi, yes, that’s me,” he answered quickly.

You inwardly sighed, knowing exactly what kind of patron he was going to be: the spazz that spoke too much, asked too many questions, and would hold his breath until he turned blue. “My name is Y/N and I’ll be with you today. What kind of tattoo would you like Lin?” you asked, watching as he nervously drummed his fingers against the counter.

His eyes widened, looking at you disbelievingly. “You’re the one giving me the tattoo?”

The neck cramp that you got when you handled frustrating customers reared its ugly head. “Yes. This is a fairly small tattoo shop and you just happened to come in last minute, without an appointment…” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes and challenging him to say anything further.

“I didn’t expect someone that looked like you to give me a tattoo. I’ve always pictured a big, burly man and not a beautiful woman that…” Lin trailed off, sighing when he realized what an ass he must have sounded, “I’m just going to shut up now. Sorry.”

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anonymous asked:

"Don't be fucking rude!" please? xx

enemies to lovers is my ultimate kink goodbye

There were no words to describe just how much I hated Harry Styles. The way he dressed like an off duty model, the way he never cut his goddamn hair, the way he always got what he wanted. I had begged our director not to cast him in the role opposite me.

“I’ll do anything, please, give another guy a chance.”

She raised her eyebrows at me, “I’ll give another guy a chance when they get as good as Harry.” I sighed and closed my eyes as she continued. “We don’t give handouts in the theater and we certainly don’t let our disdain for other actors get in the way of our art. So be professional, I expect more from you than this petty nonsense.”

“Yes ma'am.” I murmured as I looked over her shoulder at Harry who was talking to some of his friends, laughing about something he had said that I’m sure wasn’t funny as he picked his satchel up off the ground and threw it over his shoulder.

Harry knew I hated him. It wasn’t a secret. He also knew he would get this role and we would have to play lovers. He knew I would rather die than play someone who was supposed to be in love with him. And he auditioned for the role anyway, winking right at me when he announced which role he wanted. Fucking wanker.

***

We did our first scene together the next day, scripts in hand as we proclaimed our love for each other. In my head I was thinking of absolutely anything else, like what I was going to eat for dinner tonight.

“Stop, stop, stop, stop!” Our director yelled as Harry leaned in to kiss me. I tried not to slump in relief. “I feel nothing.” She threw her hands up in the air, “I picked the two of you because you’re the best I have and I thought you could overcome your differences–”

Harry and I immediately started babbling, trying to defend ourselves, talking over one another.

“Enough!” She pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. “The two of you are going to do an exercise together to work on your intimacy.”

“Fantastic.” Harry muttered sarcastically. “I don’t need to do this exercise,” He said louder, “She’s the one who clearly zones out when doing scenes with me it’s like she’s not even there.”

I started to defend myself but she said, “Then maybe you should try to be more captivating, Harry, honestly I almost fell asleep myself listening to you.” I snickered and Harry glared at me, “You’ll both do the exercise or I recast the both of you.” We started to protest but she held up a hand, “If one of you can’t do it you both lose your parts. Work together.”

I was furious. I couldn’t believe this idiot was going to make me lose my role.

“Now, the exercise.” She clapped her hands together, “Props! Get me some blankets and pillows!”

I already did not like where this was going and I could see the look of horror mirrored on Harry’s face as we watched the props team set up a makeshift bed in the middle of the stage.

“I want the two of you to lay down under those blankets like you’re husband and wife and I want you to talk to each other. I don’t have to hear it, no one in this room has to hear it, but I want you to talk. I’ll know if you didn’t do it right so don’t even try to fake it.”

I looked around the room at the rest of the cast and crew, “…With everyone watching?”

She rolled her eyes, “Everyone take a twenty minute break!” She announced and everyone dispersed, leaving us alone on the stage. She soundlessly pointed to the blankets and pillows and turned away from us.

Harry and I glared at each other for a few moments, “Are you going to do this or are you going to continue acting like a child who throws a tantrum when she doesn’t get her way?”

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the blankets, “Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Maybe if you were nice to me I wouldn’t be,” Harry said sitting down next me, “You know, most people like me, I’m still not sure why you don’t.”

“It must really kill your ego that I don’t like you, huh?” I settled onto the pillow, Harry following after me, facing each other on the ground. “The one girl in the whole world who won’t get on her knees for you.”

“Not close enough!” Our director yelled from the audience.

I sighed and scooted closer to Harry.

“Put your arm around her! Jesus, you’re in love for Christ’s sake.”

Harry sighed and put his arm around me, pulling me close enough so I could feel his breath on my face. “Only girl who won’t get on her knees for me, but didn’t take much to get you into bed.” Despite myself, I laughed and our foreheads touched. “Ah, she has a sense of humor after all.”

I stopped laughing, “I’ve always had a sense of humor, you’re just not funny.”

“Why aren’t you touching him, Y/N?” I sighed at the sound of her voice before resting a hand on his cheek, lightly scratching against the stubble on his jaw.

He smirked at me, the smug asshole. “That feels nice.”

I resisted the urge to slap him and instead took a deep breath. “Come on, it’s not that bad pretending to be in love with me.” He squeezed my waist. “I’ve been told I’m an excellent lover.” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. “Let yourself fall in love with me for a minute.” He said and his voice was so soothing I closed my eyes. “I could fall in love with you. I’ve thought about it sometimes, when I watch you onstage. You’re so incredibly talented, you’ve brought me to tears more than once. I’ve always wanted to act opposite you even though you hated me.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, I was so still, I wasn’t entirely sure I was breathing. “And those lips…” He pulled back from my ear until his forehead touched mine, “I’ve thought about kissing them more times than I care to admit.”

I stared at him, suddenly conscious of every place his skin touched mine. “This is all part of the exercise, right?” I whispered.

He blinked. Instead of answering his finger reached up to graze my cheek and then cupped behind my neck before pulling me to him, our lips colliding gently at first as they explored unfamiliar territory. He was a nice kisser. He had soft lips and knew when to speed up movements, when to pull me closer, when to nibble on my lip and I was breathless when he finally pulled away. His eyes were wild as he looked at me, thumb still idly stroking my cheek.

“Of course.” He breathed. “Just for the exercise.” But he made no move to pull away from me and instead rubbed his thumb over my lower lip.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Hopefully this is okay? But you could you please do an RFA+V+Saeran comfort a reader with Nightmares? Thank you so so much!!! <3

Of course it’s okay! And ahhh thank you to everyone who followed me, I woke up this morning to 30 followers & 50+ notes on my first hc post, thanksss ❤


Yoosung :

  • With how clingy he is while sleeping, there’s no doubt he’d immediately wake up if his s/o was having nightmares or if they woke up in a panic because of one.
  • He’d be worried but he’d also be extremely sleepy since it takes some time for him to wake up completely – he’d be a bit slow to understand what happened at first and will be confused as to why they’re awake so early in the morning.
  • Once he does though, he’ll fuss over them and do what his mother did when he had nightmares as a kid; put extra pillows under their head, cover them with two more blankets, he’d bring them some hot chocolate and bring Lisa so they can cuddle with her; he’d even sing a lullaby if they asked him.


Zen :

  • He’s so worried omg his s/o will be the one who has to calm him down because he’ll make a mountain of it; he’ll ask what was wrong, if they had trouble breathing, if they also had psychic dreams like him..
  • Once he’s alright, he’ll wrap his arms around his s/o and whisper comforting words in their ear before singing a lullaby to get them back to sleep.
  • After they’re asleep, he’ll probably spend an hour brushing their hair and trying to make sure they’re not about to have another nightmare again, he feels like maybe if he watches over them, he can protect them from bad dreams.


Jaehee :

  • She gets a little motherly when she wakes up to her s/o trembling from a nightmare; she’ll hold their shoulders and gently hush them, telling them it was just a dream and that everything was fine.
  • She’s not the very talkative type but she’d try to talk to her s/o about anything that came to her mind so they could think of something else and hopefully feel a little better.
  • If they didn’t want to go back to sleep, they’d make mug cakes together and watch tv until they fell asleep – when it’s morning though, Jaehee will spend hours on her laptop trying to find ways to help her s/o so they wouldn’t have nightmares anymore.


Jumin :

  • He won’t wake up right away but if his s/o tries to leave the bed or if they start crying, he’ll be up in seconds. However, he’d be at loss as to what he’s supposed to do to help them since he’s not used to this. He’d just hold them and wait in silence so they can get over whatever happened in their dreams.
  • He’d get them a glass of water and ask them if they want to take a relaxing bath with him, especially if it was an especially bad dream and they woke up sweating and shaking; he’d sit behind them in the bath and gently wash their hair, nuzzling sleepy kisses in their neck until they tell him what’s wrong.
  • If his s/o let him, he’d get an appointment with a doctor so they could get medication or a therapy depending on why the s/o has nightmare.


707 :

  • He doesn’t really sleep at night so he won’t be in bed most of the time his s/o has nightmares but he checks up on them all the time, especially after learning the troubles they have when sleeping.
  • He’s not the best with serious stuff but he hates seeing his s/o distressed and his priority would be to put a smile on their face again. He’d do what he does when he has his own nightmares : build a massive blanket fort, watch funny vines and eat a bunch of stuff. He’d wear a fluffy onesie what a loser and be their cuddle fluff-wearing man.
  • He’d have trouble leaving his s/o alone for the night because he’d be worried in case they had another nightmare; he’ll get some sleep with them and wake up early to finish his work.


V :

  • He’s a light sleeper and wakes up every time they have a nightmare. He doesn’t say anything, he already knows what’s wrong and he’ll just rub his hand on their back until they calm down.
  • He’ll just tell them that he’s there if they want to talk about it but otherwise, he’ll go to the kitchen and come back with a glass of water or a cup of tea before lighting a candle on the bed side table.
  • He won’t let them go back to sleep until they’ve relaxed. He’s willing to do anything they want, be it looking through the photographs on his camera until morning because they don’t want to fall asleep again or hold them in his arms, tracing patterns on their shoulder as he kisses the back of their hand until they’re too tired to stay awake.


Saeran :

  • He has his own nightmares so he understands how they feel and I don’t think he gets to sleep much either so he’s probably already awake when they wake up from their nightmare.
  • He would softly press his forehead against theirs until they calm down and then, he’d talk about his own dreams to persuade his s/o to share theirs with him; he’s never had anyone to talk to about the things keeping him awake, and he’s tired of keeping everything to himself so he’ll want to share his thoughts with them – even the bad ones.
  • He’ll hold their hand and put some background noise to help them sleep, he likes the sound of rain hitting the roof and waves crashing on the shore – it calms him down – so, he’d download one of those apps that lets you choose and combine sounds like these.

anonymous asked:

heya, i know this'll be a load of hassle for you and i completely understand if you don't want to but could you explain the whole mclennon thing a bit more for me? i know they were obviously very close but i'm kinda new to it all so i'm still a bit clueless about things.

Once upon a time, in a land called Liverpool, lived 2 young boys named John Lennon and Paul McCartney.

John was a witty, funny guy, who didn’t like school and preferred to wander the streets with his school mates and play banjo. Paul was a smart guy who had really good grades at school and occasionally played piano with his father at home. Since his mother’s death, Paul became obsessed with music, exchanging the trumphet his father gave him for his birthday for a guitar. He really knew how to play it, and sometimes he showed his music skills to his friends at school. One of them, Ivan, saw his talent and thought it was a good idea to make him know another friend who was into music as well: John. They met on a hot, humid day in 1957 in a church hall, and it was love at first sight.

Paul thought John how to play the guitar, how to tune it, John thought Paul how to skip school and write songs together in his house when Jim was at work. For his birthday John got some money and he decided to spend it in Paris with Paul. They stayed one week, visiting the city, frequenting art cafés pretending to be artists, planning their future, and sleeping in one bed in an old motel. They loved to be alone just the two of them, and sometimes they felt reality and the pressure of their family too suffocating. ‘Playing the guitar is all very well, John, but you’ll never make a living at it.’ said Mimi. “You have to find a steady job.” said Jim. When they wrote ‘Oh Johnny Johnny!’ , one of the very first songs of them, they expressed their hopes and dreams to go away, cause Paul’s father and Mimi were too oppressive and they wanted to leave Liverpool and live happily just the two of them.

When fame arrived, they became closer than before. They wrote songs eyeball to eyeball in Jane Asher’s house, and while they pretended to adress those songs to their supposed girlfriends, they were nothing but love letters they sent each other. If I fell, a song they recorded while holding hands or Here there and everywhere, a song Paul wrote at John’s house while waiting for him to wake up. And Nowhere man, You’ve got to hide your love away...the list is too long to mention them all. They were the most important person in each other’s lives, and the songs they wrote were the proof. “John’s princess”: that’s how the people who worked at Abbey Road called Paul. Maybe they were joking, or maybe they listened to some weird kisses noises while they were busy recording ’Think for Yourself’. When the Beatles made a Shakespeare sketch on tv, Paul played Pyramus while John played Thisbe. After that, they both bought 2 cats naming them Pyramus and Thisbe: John gave Thisbe to Paul, and Paul gave Pyramus to John.

While the Beatlesmania hit the world and the Beatles too, John’s main problem was try to find someone who could keep his feet on the ground (Help!): a crying need for help only Paul could solve. They even had a secret code they used in public to talk to each other, the spider hand thing’. In Florida they ended up crying together one night confessing how much they loved each other. Cause they knew it, but they never had the courage to say it, and in that moment, in which the whole world seemed to love and want the Beatles more than anything else, what they really needed were just each other. When the ‘bigger than jesus’ issue emerged, John was on the verge of quitting. Before the interviews he cried, he couldn’t stand one more question about it without feeing guilty. And it was always Paul who helped him, talking for him, reassuring him, telling him it would pass.

The fame was too much and they decided to quit touring and spend some time alone. The Sgt. Pepper era arrived: John and Paul lived a couple of miles away from each other, they all bought new houses, had an indepent life, but they always spent time together and not just to write songs. In that period they were more closer than ever. One night they were in the studio and John took too much LSD and he went to the roof, scaring the rest of the band. Paul took him home, and for the first time he took LSD too, cause he wanted to be with John, always. In misery and in fear. And they had this incredible, fantastic trip together, looking in each other eyes for hours, and Paul helping John to not get hurt. Their relationship was at its peak. When Brian died, everyone was shocked. The first thing John did after he heard the news was looking for Paul, when they met they hugged tightly. They felt lost, but they still had each other. They went to India, thanks to George who introduced them to the Maharishi, a ‘guru’  John saw as someone who could give him the right answers. But it didn’t happen, it turned out that the Maharishi took advantage of the girls in India, and John and Paul, who went there to try find the meaning of life, ended up discussing about each other and their relationship. Friends? No, we’re more. Boyfriends? Absolutely not. How dare you, we are the Beatles! We are in the 60s, a homophobic society who would bury us alive if we’d admit we feel something for each other. Suddenly, the person who mattered the most for John took a step back, cause John exposed him. Because they never really talked about what they were for each other, and for a long time it was convenient for Paul, who could play and joke with it as much as he wanted. But John never took it as a joke, as something futile. It was important for him, and he suddenly felt betrayed.

When they went to New York for the Apple press conference, in the car that took them to the airport Paul brought a woman he had met: Linda Eastman. John felt annoyed and bothered enough to step in Abbey Road a week later with a new fiancé: Yoko Ono, the woman who soon started to replace John, talking for him, taking decisions for him, and keeping her eveywhere, even when Paul asked to write songs together. Paul couldn’t talk to John anymore. John always needed to be reassured, he constantly needed someone by his side who could stay with him 100%, and this time the partner wasn’t Paul anymore. And he literally started using her against Paul. “I don’t want to hold your hand anymore” he told Paul right after a session at Abbey Road. Paul was devasted, he left Abbey road crying while Mal brought him home. He wrote Oh!Darling, Let it be, The long and winding road, the whole album was filled with tragic love songs. But why? He was engaged with Linda! He loved her. Who he really was talking about? During a Let it be session, they confessed each other that all those tragic love songs made them look like they were lovers.

They married their partners both in May, first Paul, then a week later John. They split up, you would say, this is the end. Well it’s not, they never really quitted. Because they spent 5 years, from 1970 to 1975 writing songs to each other: ‘How do you sleep’ ‘Dear Friend’ ‘Too many people’,Jealous guy’, in which John admitted that he got mad at Paul in the late 60s cause he was jealous.

John separated from Yoko in 1975. He met May Pang, and from that moment he started calling Paul again, dreaming to meet him again. He asked everyone if it was a good move to do. He asked May Pang, who said “Yes! of course! do it!” he asked to Paul Simon who replied Come back to Paul!”. They met in Los Angeles on a weekend. John was playing when Paul unexpectedly stopped by. When they met the room hushed. They looked at each other and started off tentatively, with a handshake and an inside joke: “Valiant Paul McCartney, I presume?” Lennon said, referencing the Shakespeare sketch they did. McCartney immediately responded: “Sir Jasper Lennon, I presume?”.

They played together and it was like coming back to the old times. John felt an excitement he hadn’t felt for years. He was ready, he wanted to come back to him, to England, to Julian. But Yoko came back, and all the hopes and dreams suddenly fell away. In 1976 Paul was in New York and they saw each other again, he didn’t know that was the last time he ever saw John. In 1980 John felt depressed, cause Yoko was leaving him for another man, and he didn’t feel creative enough to write songs anymore. He wrote a desperateJust like starting over’ on the tune of the old 50s song he played with Paul, asking him to come back together. Paul was ready, John too. Destiny maybe not. John died, and left Paul full of regrets and words never said to him that he transformed into songs: ‘Here today’, ‘The lovers that never were’ ‘My brave face‘, just to mention some of them.

John is dead, Mclennon is over? Nope. Cause Paul will not just keep writing songs about John and their beautifully tragic love story, but he even got a song from John, from the afterlife. I’m not kidding. In 1981, Paul worked on his tribute album to John Lennon called Tug of War. One song in this album is Get It, to which he invited Carl Perkins. Carl loved the experience and the following morning he wrote My Old Friend for Paul in appreciation. In fact, he recounted to Paul that usually when he writes he needs a pen and a sheet of paper to record his thoughts on, but this time the words just stuck with him. He then played the song to Paul. And Paul, upon hearing the song, went out of the room crying. Linda who was left with Carl explained that Carl’s words hit Paul hard because John’s last words to Paul when they last met before he was shot down were, “”Think about me every now and then, old friend”, words, which Carl unknowingly put into this song. In an interview Carl Perkins said: “Paul was crying, tears were rolling down his pretty cheeks, and Linda said, ‘Carl, thank you so much.’ I said, ‘Linda, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry.’ She said, ‘But he’s crying, and he needed to. He hasn’t been able to really break down since that happened to John.’ And she put her arm around me and said, ‘But how did you know?’ I said, ‘Know what?’ She said, ‘There’s two people in the world that know what John Lennon said to Paul, the last thing he said to him. But now there’s three, and one of them’s you, you know it.’ I said, ‘Girl, you’re freaking me out! I don’t know what you’re talking about!’ She said that the last words that John Lennon said to Paul in the hallway of the Dakota building were, he patted him on the shoulder and said, ‘Think about me every now and then, old friend.’‘McCartney really feels that Lennon sent me that song, he really does.’”

Close friends to Paul revealed that he talks about John in the present tense, and sometimes he admits that when he is writing a song but can’t finish it, he asks John for help, feeling him by his side and always being able to correct it and finish it.

This is the story of two men who loved each other so deeply that they wrote the greatest songs of music history about it.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Don't know if it counts as a prompt but Scully calling out Mulder for bailing her after she gets wine and cheese in Detour or Mulder's thoughts as he flees the room. Thanks!

This took me a while (I do have much older prompts in here and I am so sorry for being so slow). Just a fluffy piece for “Detour”. You’ll find a bit of the actual dialogue in the fic. Enjoy. 

“I was once told that the best way to regenerate body heat is to crawl naked into a sleeping bag with somebody who’s already naked.”

“Well, maybe if it rains sleeping bags, you’ll get lucky.”

“Scully, are you coming on to me?” Mulder chuckles as he snuggles closer to her, almost like a puppy or kitten. He’s wonderfully warm, she has to admit, but right now Scully wishes she could just push him away. His injury, of course, stops her from doing so.

“I was trying.” She mumbles under her breath, her fingers fumbling with the bullet. Mulder shifts against her, winces when he makes a wrong move, and then stares up at her. Definitely like a puppy.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing, Mulder,” annoyance creeps into her voice, “Just… I’m just trying to start a fire.” Mulder chuckles again and she can’t take it anymore. The bullet slips through her fingers, bounces off Mulder’s head and lands somewhere in the grass, swallowed by darkness.

“Why is that so funny?” Scully doesn’t even try to find the bullet. Anger rises inside her, sizzling and hot. Without even realizing it, she grips Mulder’s bicep hard and he squeaks.

“Are you trying to hurt me?” He grumbles against her.

“I was trying the exact opposite – Mulder, why do you think I brought over cheese and wine to your hotel room earlier?” There’s rustling as he tries to get more comfortable. Scully stares at his head where his hair is sticking up from being pressed against her. She feels the strong need to run her fingers through it.

“I- I don't… know.”

“You don’t know.” Now she feels like grabbing his hair and hurting him. Just a little bit.

“Well… of course I know, Scully… I just…”

“You just what? It’s fine when you flirt with me, throw innuendoes around like candy and when I make a move-”

“A move?” Mulder tries to sit up and Scully puts her hand on his arm to stop him; he’s not supposed to move around. Talking like this in the darkness where they can be close without looking at each other, maybe it’s the perfect opportunity.

“When I was fighting my cancer, I- was angry at the injustice of it and its meaninglessness. But I was also angry with myself, Mulder. I’d dedicated my time to this cause, to our work, and I was barely paying attention to my life. To the relationships in it.”

“Scully…”

“No, Mulder. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve spent time with my friends? My mom and I used to have dinner together once a week. Did you know that? I don’t remember the last time I went on a date.”

“I’m sorry that I-” Scully shakes her head unaware that Mulder can’ see it in the darkness, with his own head in her lap.

“It’s not you, Mulder. It’s not… I don’t want to turn my life around. I love it. I love the work – well, most of the time I do. Right now, I’d rather be anywhere else than here. When I was at home recuperating, I called a few of my old friends. I no longer have anything in common with most of them and at first I was sad, but then I realized something when I spoke to my friend Ellen. I think I told you about her once… it doesn’t matter. She made me realize the thing I talked about, what I was most passionate about, is the work. And…” Scully can no longer keep her hand away from Mulder’s hair and she runs her finger through it gently, reveling in its softness.

“And?”

“And you, Mulder. She asked me if you were the same guy I once called a cute jerk,”

“Hey!”

“Oh shut up, Mulder. I don’t remember calling you that, but of course it’s you. I thought I could… when you fled the room earlier-”

“I didn’t flee the room.” This time when he tries to sit up, Scully doesn’t stop him. He grimaces in pain, but soon he’s sitting next to her. His face is close, his eyes fixated on hers. She wonders if he can see the fear in hers now. All the courage she felt earlier when she knocked on his door, in all the moments that led to her big finish, must have been lost here in the forest, running from yet another monster.

“Well all right, I did flee the room but not because… it’s not because I don’t want it, Scully. I do want it.”

“You do.”

“Now, don’t sound so skeptical.” There’s a smile in his voice, she can hear it, and her eyes are adjusted enough to make it out, too, playing there around his lips. “It’s just…”

“Not the right time.” Scully whispers, finishing his thought. Of course it’s not. She may have beat her cancer, has won this battle against all odds, but they’re left with even more questions, more lies. This is not their time. “You need to get some rest, Mulder. Lie back down.” Forget I ever said anything, she thinks, and it hangs there in the air.

“In a moment.” He says, staring at her intently, as if trying to figure out a particular difficult puzzle. Scully is about to ask him what he’s doing when he leans forward and captures her lips. She gasps, opening her mouth, and his tongue tentatively teases inside. She kisses him back, her hand on his bicep, holding him there. Before the kiss gets out of hand, before they both forget that this is not the moment, not the time and place, Scully lets go of his lips. Mulder’s eyes are still closed and he looks stupidly happy, the pain and their whereabouts temporarily forgotten.

“Now lie back down.” Scully whispers with her face still so close to his that they’re sharing the same air. He nods as his eyes remain closed and she helps him snuggle against her. They’re quiet for a long moment, listening to the unknown sounds of the forest.

“Why don’t you sing… something.” Mulder, his voice exhausted, asks as he cuddles closer to her.

“Mulder, you don’t want me to sing. I can’t carry a tune.” And just like that, she thinks, they’re back where they always are. A kiss doesn’t change their course, doesn’t change who they are. It’s a beginning, a ray of sunshine after the storm, and before she can think about it, Scully finds herself singing to Mulder out here in the woods, against all odds.

Seek, and You Shall Find: Chapter 7

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Her skin was smooth, the finest of foreign silk. A scent–her scent– attacked his nostrils, fine and musky. Earthy, but undoubtedly feminine. Her thin fingers caressed his back, steadily tracing the scars that marred the skin. Long legs were hooked loosely around his own, small feet rubbing gently against his calves.

She assaulted his senses. She was the air around him, surrounding him with her touch, her taste. He couldn’t escape, didn’t want to.

“Claire…” He moaned into her ear, lips brushing the soft shell.

She rolled her hips against his in response– an entirely new sensation for Jamie. A quiet giggle whispered from her lips, much like the one from earlier that evening. “Yes, love?”

Love? Surely, he must be dreaming. Only in dreams did wishes come true so thoroughly.

“I… I want ye, Claire.”

Her legs rose, and hooked around his thighs. She pushed her hips again until their centers were flush. They groaned in unison. “I’m here, Jamie. Have me.”

“I… I don't… I think…”

“Don’t think. Just do. Please?” Her heels dug into his arse, urging…

So he did, pressing into her slowly… slowly… until all he could feel was warm slickness. He crushed himself to her, the hardness of her nipples poking into his chest.

He began to move without thought, a motion as old as time itself.

“Jamie… Jamie, please…” Her voice rasped, the shallow breaths interrupting her words. “Oh, God…”

She seemed to glow, as if lit from within by a candle. The world around them darkened; she was the only light.

“Oh… Oh…”

“Claire, I canna…”

***

Jamie woke, surrounded by hay and shit, cock in hand. Of course it was just a dream…

***

Jamie kept watch of Claire from afar. Perhaps it was the embarrassment after his dream that caused him to keep his distance. For weeks, he could not speak to her, could not look her in the eye without flashes of pale legs and full breasts filling his vision.

She didn’t seem to notice, though. She kept herself busy, surrounding her in the greenery that was the Leoch gardens. He saw her mind work as she contemplated each plant, each herb. Her lips moved quickly, whispering secrets to herself.

Sometimes she was joined by Geillis Duncan, wife of the local fiscal. Most times, though, she was alone. In those times, he felt compelled to join her, reach out to her. But her never did. His excuses came readily: he did not want to interrupt her, he was embarrassed by his dream.

Deep within his mind, a subconscious part, though, he knew the truth. He felt strongly about this woman, an emotion pulsed through him that he had never felt before.

He didn’t want to admit it, didn’t know it fully himself. But it frightened him.

***

The stream bubbled softly, lulling Jamie into a gentle daze. Thoughts escaped him– dreaming without falling asleep.

This was his place, a place he came to be alone. It was far enough from the castle grounds that others didn’t stumble upon it. It was truly nothing special, just a clearing beside a brook. But Jamie held it in high regard; he told his secrets to this earth.

“Jamie.” He started at his name. He knew that voice, but he turned anyway. Claire stood amongst the trees, halfway hidden between two trunks. A faerie, she seemed to be, comfortable and glowing in the nature surrounding her.

“Mistress Beauchamp, hello. How did ye find me out here?”

She walked over to him as she spoke. “Well, I saw you, and I called your name. But I suppose you didn’t hear me. So, I followed the red hair.” She motioned to the mop in question.

“Oh, aye? Did ye need anything, then? Please, sit.” Jamie moved over, giving her enough room to perch on the rock beside him.

“Actually, yes. I wanted to speak with you.”

“What is it, Mistress?”

“You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement of fact.

“Avoiding ye? No, no, that’s no…”

She continues as if he hadn’t spoke. “I was just curious as to why. I mean… I hope I haven’t offended you in any way.”

“No, Sassenach, ye haven’t.”

“Is it your… umm… your lady? Did you not want her to get the wrong… idea about us? I would hate to get in the way of two people in love.”

He had no idea what she was speaking of. Love? “Wait. I’m sorry, Claire. My lady?”

“Oh… umm… yes. The pretty girl with the yellow hair?”

“You mean Laoghaire?”

“I suppose. I saw the two of you in the alcove by the kitchens.”

Jamie would have been grateful to disappear. He could feel his cheeks burn red. She saw that? “Oh… ummmm… no, no. That's… that isn’t my lady. That didn't… that wasn't… anything.”

He couldn’t look Claire in the eye. “So, you just kiss girls without meaning it?”

“N-no! It’s just… she kissed me! And then… I just… I didn't…”

“You didn’t stop her?”

God, what did she think of him now? A man with no morals? A man that takes advantage of women? He chanced a peek at her. A glint sparkled in her eyes, one side of her mouth turned up.

She was teasing him. Oh, Jesus.

“Yer mocking me.”

She didn’t deny it. “A bit,” she said through a chuckle.

“Verra funny.”

He felt a sharp elbow in his ribs. “Oh, come on. Just a bit of teasing. I was serious about you avoiding me, though.”

He couldn’t tell her the truth. “It’s just been… a hectic couple of weeks, is all. I’m sorry.”

“No, no! You’re fine! I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t upset you in anyway.”

“No,” he reassured with a smile. “Ye hadn’t.”

She grinned back before turning back to the stream. They both watched the water in silence. What was she thinking?

He watched her from the corner of his eyes. She sat as a statue, except for her hands. He watched her fingers twirl the gold band on her left hand, a hypnotizing steady rhythm.

“Ye miss him, don’t ye?”

“Hmm?” She followed his line of sight. “Oh, yes. Very much.”

“I’ll listen, if ye want to talk of him. I ken it helps sometimes.”

She turned, staring straight at him. A deep sadness clouded her face, her eyes a sunset disappearing into a starless night.

“His name was Frank…”

some newlywed rubiam sound p good don't u think

•"holy shit we’re married"
“holy shit you’re right"

•liam and ruby were always the ones to roll their eyes at the posts online like “so glad to spend the rest of my life with my best friend” like how corny can u get but what did they do as soon as they were engaged? post the same damn things smh

•"i want a divorce so i can marry you again"

•one night ruby wakes up to find liam staring at her and she’s like ??? and he whispers back “i woke up and remembered you’re my wife and got too excited and now i can’t sleep” what a NERD

•at their wedding he trips on something and goes down hard and immediately looks at ruby and goes “even after we’re married i’m still falling for you darlin ;)’” she threatens divorce

•ruby is such a covers hoarder it’s ridiculous so when they get married she’s like “now you’re stuck with me so i can steal the covers all i want” so liam starts playing the game of how many blankets can i add in the night before she gets too hot and stops stealing them. her record is 12.

•once you have pneumonia you’re more susceptible to getting it again so liam who catches pneumonia again on the 3rd day of their honeymoon and ruby who goes out of her mind with worry because she’ll be damned if she’s a widow at 23

•alternately ruby and liam enjoying their honeymoon so much they stay an extra few days because who’s gonna stop em?? you want me to come into work sorry i’m across the country can’t do it. they led a revolution let them have this.

•the do not disturb card stays on their door the whole time they’re on their honeymoon

•vida gets mad at them because “really??? you’re going on a tropical vacation just to have sex in your hotel room the whole time? what the hell you can have sex here. at least go have sex on the beach or something”

•chubs tells them “if you come home pregnant i’m going to make fun of you for being a stereotype the rest of your life” and ruby’s just like “that’s fair”

•eventually it’s ruby who makes them go back home because she misses their dog

•they’re OBNOXIOUS about the whole “this is my WIFE ruby because we’re married and i love her and she’s my WIFE” thing

•once he calls her Mrs Stewart he’s like…ugh no that makes me think of my mom so it has to be ruby stewart when they’re tryna be cute

•like don’t get me wrong he still loves mrs stewart it’s lit just not when they’re being romantic it’s hard to go down on someone right after thinking about your mom it’s kind of a mood killer

•"ooh babe you had a crush on me that’s so embarrassing"
“we’re married”
“still”

•okay so i headcanon that after the camps are liberated liam works for a company that finds homes for kids whose parents didn’t want them back/were killed/ can’t be found/ etc and when he brings up kids with ruby she’s like “you work with kids all day aren’t u tired of children wtf”

•one time liam has to go to some government meeting that was supposed to end at a certain time and he’s asked to stay later and his response is “no, our agreement was 6 o'clock, my wife has dinner ready and i hate it here. Goodbye.”

•their texts are a compilation of funny dog videos and 3 word questions only they can decipher

•one time on ruby’s day off she hears liam leave in the morning, raises an eyebrow, looks at the clock on the wall and counts the seconds before the door opens again and he runs back in because he forgot to kiss her goodbye

The "I know I have other things to write but these seem so cool/weird/etc" sentence prompt meme

Because I’m absolute shit and have a habit of coming up with sentence prompts instead of writing stuff I should be working on, I present this list of sentence prompt memes.

Send me a few of these and I’ll write a drabble based off of it, naturally it’ll be a reader insert. Be sure to include which character you’d like.

You can even use them as rp starters/fanfic/whatever.

1) “I’m like 85% sure that’s illegal but sure I’ll help you.”
2) “Don’t wake me up unless there’s a fire and even then don’t.”
3) “I don’t want to talk about them, they give me a headache, and they’re dumb.”
4) “So is that a no on the burning down the place?”
5) “Ok, I may or may not have started an occult.”
6) “Alright but you gotta promise you’re not gonna be mad if I tell you what happened.”
7) “Explain to me what exactly possessed you into thinking this was a good idea?”
8) “Just for that I’m gonna have to remember to kick your ass twice as hard.”
9) “It’s 3 in the morning, why is it always 3 in the morning when you call me?!”
10) “You meme loving fuck.”
11) “You say that like it’s supposed to be offensive.”
12) “Wanna know how many fucks I give? Negative six, you owe ME fucks to give.”
13) “I don’t see the problem…what…oooh you’re talking about the fires.”
14) “I love you but if you play that song one more time I will strangle you.”
15) “Those dead bodies were here before I even got here…well like half of them but that’s details.”
16) “So the apocalypse started and I may have had a hand in starting it, so um sorry?”
17) “If you get arrested I’ll bail you out…pfft let’s be real I’ll probably be in the holding cell with you.”
18) “How the actual hell did you manage to cause this much trouble in 5 minutes?!”
19) “Why is there someone tied up in the backseat of my car?”
20) “This is why you read contracts before you sign them!”
21) “Uh, there’s someone that’s shitfaced at the door and they say they know you, is it cool if I let them in?”
22) “They say this place is haunted…but I think that’s bullshit.”
23) “The amount of alcohol I’d need to drink to make me forget about this would literally kill me.”
24) “Your daddy issues are a real turn off.”
25) “I’m gonna punch you in the mouth…with my mouth…gently…several times….”

[I’ll add more as time goes on, feel free to add some!]

Imagine: Benny Turning You

Request: So I saw that your requests were open and I couldn’t resist. Could you do an imagine where the reader is like dying but she doesn’t cause she asks Benny to change her and he does and he helps her adjust and live a ‘normal’ life like he does?? Thanks 

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: Blood, near-death experience, basically dying to become a vampire, being a vampire? Is that a warning?

@weirdnewbie sorry it took so long, hun! I loved this idea so much and wanted to really get it right.

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anonymous asked:

Kackaaaaaaaa I love you, you're THE BEST! Happy birthday! Promt for Bellarke: we have friends with benefits relationship (even though I secretly love you) but now I'm pregnant and I don't know how to tell you bc I'm afraid that you'll freak out.

Ahhh thanks! <333 Hope you like it! (ao3)


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Clarke only feels moderately weird about letting herself into Wells and Bellamy’s apartment when she knows they’re not home.

On the one hand, the spare key they gave her is supposed to be for emergencies. On the other hand, she’d definitely consider being covered in someone else’s vomit an emergency.

When she applied to teach elementary school art, she’d known she’d probably come home messy most days. But with paint, and clay, and glue stuck to her skin. Not from a kid accidentally losing his lunch on her when he came to say he didn’t feel well.

It ended up being more show than tell.

Her principal had given her the go-ahead to cancel the rest of her classes for the day, but going home meant becoming the vomit lady on the bus, and it’s just so much easier for her to go two blocks over to use her friends’ shower.

Wells is the most generous person she knows; she can’t imagine he’d say no if she asked. And Bellamy… well, they’re not exactly close. He’s mostly just Wells’s roommate, Octavia’s brother, the friend in her group she’s least connected to. But he’s a teacher too, and the ultimate Mom friend. Even if he made fun of her endlessly, even if he bickered her into buying him a beer in exchange for the slight addition to his water bill, even if she had to face his smug smile, he wouldn’t actually bar her from using his shower in a time of crisis such as this.

None of those things are out of character for Bellamy. He loves giving her a hard time, and she’s had enough of that today. Which is why she doesn’t text them for permission first.

Instead, she smothers the slightly guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach, dumps her clothes in the wash, and lets out a long, shuddering breath when she steps under the spray.

It feels a little weirder when she reaches for the shampoo on the shelf. It’s just– she hasn’t had a significant other, or even a one night stand, in quite a while. The last time she used someone else’s products, allowing someone else’s scent to cling to her skin and hair, was ages ago.

“Too long ago, apparently,” she grumbles to herself, working her hair into a lather. “Maybe it’s time to get you laid, Griffin.”

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  • Miss Schnee: Weiss. Winter. Thank you for coming. *Miss Schnee greeted her daughters with a brief hug as that take their seats with in a restaurant.*
  • Weiss: Of course mother. Is everything alright? *Weiss asked, taking hold of the tea set out for them.*
  • Winter: Whitely isn't being a brat and giving you trouble since you took control of the company, named Weiss the heiress again, and divorced that pitiful excuse of a man Jacques, is he? *Winter question before taking a sip of her own tea.*
  • Miss Schnee: No. Nothing of the sort. Besides he is living with his father now. It's actually something that I am bit nervous to tell you both. She said pouring herself some tea.*
  • Winter: What is it?
  • Weiss: Mother you can tell us anything.
  • Miss Schnee: Well. You see. *she started, lifting her tea cup to take a sip.* I have meet someone.
  • Weiss: *chocks on her tea slightly as Winter just looks surprised.* Cough cough! Really? So soon?
  • Winter: I must admit. I thought is would be a year before you started looking for someone to replace Jacques.
  • Miss Schnee: I will admit I was quite surprise myself when I first met him during a business trip to Vale. However after talking with him and him asking me to dinner, we, how does the saying go, hit it off quite nicely. *Miss Schnee smiled warmly at memory of their first date*
  • Weiss: Mother, As Happy as I am to hear that you have found someone that makes you happy. I must ask if you are sure they aren't... *Weiss trailed off not wanting to upset her mother until Winter put it bluntly.*
  • Winter: Are you sure they would just trying use you for money or to take the company?
  • Weiss: Winter!
  • Miss Schnee: It's quite alright, Weiss. I have had the same thoughts when he first asked me on a date but after a wonderful time at a fair and a few more dates with extremely lovely nights. *At this both Schnee sisters cringed at what their mother was implying.* I learned something quite surprising.
  • Winter/Weiss: Which is?
  • Miss Schnee: He has, and still doesn't, have any thought that I am the head of the schnee dust company.
  • Weiss: *Winter and Weiss both stared at their mother's victorious smile, then at each other and back to their mother as Weiss is the first to speak.* Come again?
  • Winter: Who could he not know who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Well he is from a small island in Vale and when he asked me what I do for a living I told him a half truth and said I work for the company instead of running it.
  • Weiss: I guess that is one way to make sure he isn't after your money but when are you going to tell him who you are?
  • Miss Schnee: Funny you should ask that. I asked him and his family to join us here so we can all meet.
  • Winter/Weiss: Him and his what? *the schnee sister said simultaneously when they both hear very familiar voices from behind them.*
  • Ruby: Whoooooooooooa! Look at this place!
  • Yang: Wow Dad. First a surprise trip to Atlas to meet you mystery girlfriend and now a dinner at a fiver start restaurant. Nice.
  • Qrow: Jeez Tai. You lady friend sure has expense taste. You sure you can afford this?
  • Tai: As long as Ruby doesn't go overboard on the deserts, yeah... I think?
  • Winter: *Both Weiss and Winter slowly turned to face the Xiao-long/Rose family with a look of surprise and dread.* Weiss, Why is most of your here?
  • Weiss: I don't... I haven't the faintest-
  • Miss Schnee: *Suddenly Weiss and Winter's mother stood up called out with a smile.* ~Oh Darling!~
  • Weiss/Winter: DARLING!?
  • Tai: *Tai as well as Ruby Yang and Qrow, who is drinking out of his flack, turned towards them before Tai smiled.* Oh There she is! *He then headed over as his daughters followed meanwhile Qrow stood in place as his flack fall from his hand. Once at the table He and Miss Schnee shared a kiss as he said.* Hello Sweetie.
  • Weiss: SWEETIE!?
  • Ruby: Huh? Oh hey Weiss.
  • Yang: What are you doing here?
  • Tai: Girls, I want you to meet my girlfriend Diana. Diana these are my daughters Yang and Ruby.
  • Miss Schnee: It's a pleasure to meet you both. *Miss Schnee greeted as she held out her hand shaking both a excited Ruby and surprised Yang hand.* I suppose you already know one my daughters already.
  • Tai: I do? *Tai raised an eyebrow before look at a growing paler Weiss and Winter who is still staring at a just as shocked Qrow.* Weiss? Winter? What are... Wait. YOU'RE DIANA SCHNEE!? *Tai shouted in surprise.*
  • Miss Schnee: Guilty~. *Miss Schnee smiled playfully.*
  • Weiss: You got to be kidding me.
  • Yang: I... Wow.
  • Ruby: *Gasps happily.* Does this mean we are sisters now!
  • Weiss: NO!
  • Miss Schnee/Tai: Probably/Maybe.
  • Weiss: Mother! I'm sorry, and no disrespect to you Mr. Xiao-Long, But you can't date two of my teammate's father! Winter, Please say something!
  • Winter: *At the mention of her name, Winter stood up from her seat and walked over to Qrow and pulled him over to the table next to her mother.* Ahem, as long as we are introducing our special someones. Mother, This is Qrow Branwen. My fiance.
  • Miss Schnee: Pleasure to meet you.
  • Qrow: Uh, Yeah. Likewise.
  • Weiss: ... What?
  • Yang: So does this make Weiss our sister or aunt?
  • Weiss: What!?
  • Ruby: *hugs Weiss and squeals with joy* AUNTIE SISTER!~
  • ~RWBY dormroom~
  • Weiss: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *Weiss screamed as she shot up from her bed.*
  • Blake: *Blake shot up at the sound of her teammate scream.* What the!? Weiss? Are you okay?
  • Weiss: *Weiss panted heavily looking around.* Y-eah... Yes... It was just a nightmare.
  • Blake: Are you sure you are okay?
  • Weiss: Yes. It was nothing.
  • Blake: ... Okay. Just get some rest. You got to go tomorrow see your mother back in Atlas tomorrow. *Blake yawned as she layed back down and added as she turned to the wall.* Oh and say hi to Yang and Ruby for me if you see them.
  • Weiss: Right. Of course. Good night. *Weiss mutter laying back down before shooting right back up.* Wait excuse me?
  • Blake: Yang texted me that their dad has taken them to Atlas. Ruby even sent pictures. *THUD!* Huh? Weiss? Are you- *Blake asked until she found Weiss on the ground.* ... Sweet dreams Weiss.