Funny story: I promised myself this go ‘round that I was under no circumstances going to analyze the Holby City: Winter Trailer. At all. I was going to be very mature and watch the Trailer one time like all the normal people in the GA general audience who have watched it the way it was meant to be viewed. Once. And that was going to to be that.
Apparently the actual, literal translation of I’m not going to analyze the Holby City Winter Trailer this time around is: Imma gonna watch that sucker 75 times, backwards and forwards, in slow motion, frame by frame, screenshot Serena’s scenes, catalogue and label blouses, earrings, hair-line and makeup, cross reference with spoilers and official synopses and a preview video to come up with some ideas. Forget one theory. I’ve got six. I could blame @nicolaruth27 because she tagged me this morning and asked for some CSI level investigation, but that would be unfair as we all know I would have done this anyway. In any case I’m shoving it all under a read-more, mostly to save my six, I can’t believe you’re hanging in you precious people followers who don’t watch Holby City and obsess over Serena and Bernie and anyone else in the tag who simply like to watch the pretty gifs and have no use for the rambling prognostications of the obsessed theories.
All y'all on here freaking out about watching The Lying Detective as if you’ll be covering your eyes the whole time. You do you, but I’ll be kicking back, popcorn in hand, in my recliner, like a king on his throne finally seeing this angsty 130 year-old slow-burn fanfic plummet toward a juicy conclusion.
Supernatural Prompt Challenge || chuckshvrley prompt: leaves pairing(s): dean/cas, mentioned sam/eileen word count: 4608 tags: modern au - soulmates, librarian!cas, teacher!dean, soulmate clocks, first kiss, fluff and more fluff
summary: it’s been a long week of midterms and dean has only just found the time to sit back and kick his feet up, relax, and take a day for himself. too bad it has to go and be ruined when he realizes his soulmate clock has run down without him noticing and he still has no clue who his soulmate is.
author’s note: i saw a prompt and i figured why tf not write it for my spc fic this month
Dean lets his class full of seniors settle down, quickly taking
roll and then picking up the stack of papers on his desk. He walks to the front
of the room and hands it to Kevin to pass around.
“These are your midterm assignments. I know,” he drawls at the
groans, “essays suck. Whatever, you babies. You’ve made it this far, quit your
whining. This one’s gonna be pretty easy, okay?”
“That’s what you say every time!” Krissy points out, and the
class makes noises of agreement. “And they don’t get any easier!”
Dean rolls his eyes, a grin pulling at his lips. He leans over
his podium on his elbows. “That’s because you wait until the night before
they’re due to do them, Chambers,” he teases. “If you’re proactive about it,
they’re not that hard.”
Krissy snorts, but she settles back in her seat, crossing her
arms. Josephine pipes up beside her. “So, what torture disguised as ‘classic
literature’ are we analyzing this time?”
Bath Time // Optional Bias (smutty as hell– LOTS OF FLUFF)
Word count: 1.717
A/N: So this little story is inspired by the lyric “kicked back relax
hat tteugeoun bath time just lay back”” by Mark Tuan from Got7 in the song My Home. You can literally imagine anyone with this story as I wrote it so y’all can insert an optional bias. I kind of thought of Dean while writing this though. That boy is mighty fine and has been ruining my bias list with his verse in Bermuda Triangle ft Crush and Zico
It’s been a few years since you participated in a student exchange program in Korea, but given the fact that you fell in love with the country, the culture, the people, and well, your boyfriend. You never left.
It was a cold night.
You have felt sick for a few days now but you had been in denial about it. You can’t hide it anymore though. You have a fever and you felt weak. You didn’t even have the strength to get up to pick up your phone as it was blowing up for the past hour now.
You were curled up in your bed. Coughing and being miserable as you hear the front door open.
“Jagiya!” He yells out.
You groan in response trying to get him to hear where you are but you didn’t produce enough sound for him to catch on.
“Jagi! Where are you?” his voice was getting louder as he approached your bedroom.
“Jag-“ he stopped in the doorway of your bedroom staring at you curled up in your huge bed in the dark. “Here you are” his voice was hushed as he approached you carefully. Sensing something was wrong.
You peek over your covers and smile at him weakly. Excited to see him.
He sat down beside you on the bed softly caressing your hair. “You didn’t tell me you were coming over?” You say. Your voice sounded raspy and weird, so you try to clear your throat which made you cough even more.
He bit his lip, tracing his fingers over your temples. “I called you like a hundred times, I got worried. So I came to check up on you.”
You kissed his thumb as it traced over your lips. “Is my baby sick?” he asked pouting.
You nod intertwining your fingers with his.
He lovingly kissed your forehead, sighing.
“Did you eat?” he suddenly asks.
“This morning” you say knowing you were about to get scolded.
He closes his eyes, throwing his head back in defeat. “`Baby, how are you going to get better if you don’t eat?”
You shrug innocently. “I’m not hungry”
Suddenly he got up trying to walk away, but you stop him as he was about to be too far away to reach.
He looks back at you as you withheld him from leaving by grabbing his hand. “Where are you going?” you whine.
“I’m going to fill the bathtub for you, and as you take a bath I’m going to make you food. After you’ve eaten we’ll cuddle until you fall asleep.”
For the first time since you’ve been together the tables were turned. You were always the one taking care of him as he got tired and sick often because of his career as one Korea’s k-pop/k-hip-hop heartthrobs.
“Sound like a plan?” he asks.
You nod. “But only if you join me in the bath”
He carried you from your bed to the bathroom and placed you on the edge of the bathtub gently, starting to undress you.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the sound of the water running while he touched your body. He gently kissed your neck as he lifted your shirt from your body. You automatically lifted up your arms in response and he chuckled.
“You’re acting like such a zombie” he said. You open your eyes slowly and see his boyish smile being fully displayed on his face. He was enjoying this way too much so you softly nudge him.
He got down on his knees pulling off your panties as well, kissing your hipbone in the process which sent shivers down your spine.
He always does this. He kisses you anywhere he can at the most random times and places to show his affection for you. It’s one of the things you loved about him so much, the constant need for him to remind you of how much he loved you, was what made you so sure of your relationship with him.
You were completely naked now, not feeling awkward at all. You passed that stage a long time ago.
He got up again, taking off his clothes as well. Just as you were enjoying the view he prompted you to get into the tub.
You lower yourself into the tub and lean against his chest as the water almost surpasses the edges.
His arms wrapped around you tightly, positioning you just right so you could rest your head properly. You sigh. You were completely content and enjoyed the feeling of you being so close to each other in the hot water. His head lowered to the crook of your neck as he started to nibble on your skin.
Your body relaxed against his touch as one of his hands reached upwards to lightly massage your breast.
You moan in response and you feel him smile against your skin.
“I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t take advantage of the fact that you’re sick.”
“I don’t have the slightest problem with it” you say eager for his touch.
He chuckled again, releasing your hair from your hairclip. He took the showerhead and wet your hair, washing it while gently massaging your scalp, as he finished he took some shower gel, softly scrubbing your back with is firm and strong hands.
He moved his hands further down, rubbing your belly and breasts as well.
You moaned in response. Enjoying the feeling of his hands all over your body.
“Feel good baby?” he whispers in your ear.
Your breathing got heavier and you nod, feeling pleasure course through your body
He took the showerhead to rinse your body while teasingly ghosting his fingers over your nipple.
As he finished he put the showerhead onto the holder again.
“My turn” he says smiling handing you the bottle of body wash.
You look at him tilting your head sideways “I thought the whole point of this was you taking care of me” you chuckle.
“I did though?” he says licking his lips.
You chuckle, happily squeezing some of the vanilla scented soap into your hands. You get on your knees in between his legs, facing his body.
He looked at you with lustful eyes as you started to massage the soap onto his chest. You moved up massaging his broad shoulders as well, moving down to his arms and his torso.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your hands all over him.
You bite you lip contemplating if you should tease him or not, but since he was erect anyways you decide to reach down to pump him agonizingly slow.
He opened his eyes in a flash as he felt your hands on his member. “J-jagi” he moans leaning his head back. “Don’t your sick…” he says.
“Do you want me to stop?” you say adding more pressure, fondling his balls with your other hand.
His breathing hitched as he groaned in defeat. Lost in your touch.
“I have to admit I feel so much better already.” You say leaning in to bite his earlobe, sucking on it hard afterwards.
He groaned again. Defenseless. He couldn’t control himself any longer as the tension between the two of you was building. He wrapped his hands around your waist, stopping you. Turning you over so you were underneath him. The water from the tub splashed upwards and onto the floor.
He positioned himself, holding you up with one arm to make sure you were comfortable as he inserted his tip slowly. He pushed himself into you with ease, stretching you as he filled you completely.
You moan at the sensation and he started to rock his hips in a steady pace.
You were already feeling the buildup as he hit all of the right spots, sucking on just the right spot in your neck as well.
He was so skillful when it came to sex. He made you reach heaven and beyond every single time.
He started sucking on your skin and your moans started to get louder as his thrusts became more rough and sloppy.
“B-babyy!” you moan loudly letting him know you’re close.
“I’m close baby” he says in respond as he thrusts into you a few more times with more force, with that you feel him twitch inside of you as he cums, and so do you, reaching true euphoria. You scream his name wrapping your legs around him tightly, while he rides out his high.
He pulls out, panting heavily into the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around his neck as you still feel the water around you move.
A wave of exhaustion crashes over you and as he leans back to study your face. He notices immediately and his playful mood switches to pure concern again.
He quickly got up wrapping a towel around his torso as he grabbed another one to dry off your body.
“Let’s get you to bed, I’ll just make you a lot of breakfast tomorrow… deal?” he says apologetically.
You nod. Honestly you were fine with whatever. At this point you weren’t even able to form coherent sentences anymore. That’s how well you were fucked just now.
He picked you up, carrying you to the bed where he clothed you into one his shirts and clean underwear.
He put on a pair of joggers himself and crawled into bed next to you.
He adjusts his pillow and pulls the covers over the both of you, pulling you closer to his chest, resting one hand on your butt and the other on the top of your head. He kissed your semi-wet hair, tugging a strand behind your ear.
A light rapping on your window pulled you away from studying the road that was to be your race track. Your competitor wasn’t even in their car yet, but you liked to take the time to sit and stare at the dark and deserted road for a little while before racing.
You were met with blond hair and a dazzling smile as you let your window roll down. Jax placed his hands against your car door, blue eyes twinkling against the light from the street lamp. “What do you want?” The smirk of your lips let him in on the fact that you were teasing him, so he replied with a smirk of his own.
“Wishing you luck. Knock em dead Baby.” Bending just enough to lean in through your open window Jax pressed his lips against your forehead. Wishing you luck one last time before stepping back to watch you kick some ass.
The final installment of what I am now referring to in my mind as the Increasing Caffeination Trilogy, following Apple Cider and Chai.
Justin’s phone rang. He grinned when he saw the name and nearly fumbled the phone entirely trying to answer it too fast.
“Hey! Are you back?”
“I’m back,” Adam confirmed. “Are you?”
“Yup. Got back a few hours ago, actually.”
“So… want to get coffee?”
“Oh, am I actually allowed real coffee this time?” Justin said archly. It was meant to be teasing, self-deprecating.
But Adam’s voice was entirely serious when he came back with a simple “Yes.”
Justin told himself the way his pulse picked up at that was stupid. Entirely stupid. It was just coffee.
Weirdly symbolic coffee.
He had actually managed to convince himself he really was reading too much into things and coffee was just coffee by the time he got to the coffee shop… and then his heart kicked back up when Adam waved at him as he walked in. He wasn’t at their usual table, having claimed the overstuffed couch in the corner instead, and he already had two mugs on the low table in front of him. Justin crossed the room to join him, unzipping his jacket and pulling off his hat as he went.
“Hey,” he said quietly as he sank down onto the couch. It was strange to realize this was the first time they’d met here without having any work with them. They’d been on dates, sure, but not here. It felt strangely intimate.
Adam smiled and handed him a mug. “Your pumpkin spice latte. It’s still technically Thanksgiving weekend, after all.”
“No it’s not, that was last month,” Justin said. And then he undermined his cultural point by closing his eyes to inhale the spicy steam with relish.
“Canadians,” Adam muttered. Justin opened his eyes again and grinned. Adam nudged Justin’s ankle with his foot. “Seriously, though, I missed you.”
“We were only apart for four days,” Justin replied. When he’d opened his mouth to say it, he’d intended it as a protest that this was far too short a time to allow for missing each other, but by the end of the sentence, it just felt like confirmation that it had definitely been a problem.
“Yeah,” Adam said, “I know.” He paused to take a sip of his coffee and then just looked at Justin until he did the same. “So I was thinking that maybe next year you should come home with me so I don’t have to miss you.”
“What an excellent solution,” Justin said, leaning forward.
And then they were kissing, the taste of coffee and spices lingering on their tongues. It tasted like a promise.
Your fiancé looks up from his laptop, one hand rubbing the stress from his forehead. He’s slouched over the couch, his legs sprawled across the cushions, his back resting against a pillow propped up on the arm rest. “What now?”
You sigh and walk around the coffee table, dread rising at the thought of this conversation. Shoving his legs off the couch when he refuses to move them himself, you throw yourself into the cushions and grimace at the smell of his feet. “Well, before that, when’s the last time you showered?”
You swat at his feet when he kicks them against your thigh a few times, before leaning back against the cushions. “But seriously, we need to talk about this. You’re not going to like it.”
“Oh, god,” he groans, sliding his laptop onto the table and crossing his arms over his chest. “Please tell me it’s not another three month long job being filmed in the rainforests of South America. I almost starved to death while you were out playing Indiana Jone’s side-ho.”
He takes in your serious expression, his grin falling at the solemn look in your eyes. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop. What’s up?”
You watch as Yoongi sits up and leans toward you, giving you his undivided attention. Sighing, you wrap one hand around his calf, squeezing at the thin muscle, and bite your lip. You hesitate. “It’s just… it’s a really bad idea. I don’t know if we can handle it, and the wedding’s so soon. But we can’t really do anything about it now.”
“Y/N, Jagi, just tell me.”
You breathe in deeply, composing yourself, before you say, “My parents are coming in a week before the wedding because my mom wants to help us get everything ready, and they’re staying with us. My brother too.”
There’s a moment of silence, before Yoongi swears, ripping the beanie off his head and throwing it to the ground. “Are you serious right now? They’re actually coming up early and fucking staying with us? Shit, damn it, motherfucker–”
“I know. I know, I tried to tell them that we already had things under control, but she kept insisting–”
“Ugh,” he groans, reaching behind him to grab the pillow and smother his own yell. When he surfaces for air, he says, “Fuck, your mother hates my guts. Your dad too, ever since you came with me to the Philippines for that vacation.”
You shrug sheepishly. “It was my mother’s birthday. She tends to hold grudges.”
“No fucking shit. That was like two year’s ago, and she’s still pissed.”
“There is one other thing I should tell you.”
“Fuck, what now?”
You sidle closer and lean against his shoulder. “I’m pregnant.”
“You’re–wait, what?” Yoongi leans back from you, his expression wiped clean. “What did you just say?”
“Babies, Yoongi. We’re about to have one.”
He gapes at you. You stare back, tentative happiness shining in your eyes. You lean toward him, lifting your neck to place a kiss on his chin, before falling against the couch and waiting. Yoongi slowly closes his mouth, his mind rebooting from the shock, before a blinding smile grows on his face, that infamous gummy smile flashing.
“Really? We’re having a baby?” When you nod, he wraps his hand around your neck and tugs you back in for a kiss, soft and deep, but unfailingly gentle.