ugh i thought this would be good

Two extremely cute Spoby scenes that are now ruined knowing it was Spencer’s twin instead

“You deserve that big, beautiful, love. More than anyone else I know”

Toby tracing what we thought was Spencer’s scar from getting shot but then ended up being Alex’s stupid one from Wren.

Grasping the Obvious

Bucky Barnes was in love, and it seems that everyone figured it out but you. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, tiny segment of angst. 
Author’s Note: Don’t you love fluff? I do. After writing angst for three days straight I could use a little fluff. Enjoy! This is 3000 words long! 

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I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FEELINGS IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW. MY TINY HEART IS TOO TINY FOR THIS NONSENSE LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK

EMMA IS MAKING FUCKING PANCAKES

IN A ROBE AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE WHILE KILLIAN WALKS UP BEHIND HER IN AN UNBUTTONED VEST WHICH LBR IS BASICALLY HIM BEING NAKED LIKE THE NUMBER OF LAYERS ON THIS MAN AT ALL TIMES IS ABSURD BUT LIKE

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.

THIS IS LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. I AM BLINDED BY THE JOY AND THE HAPPINESS AND THE CONTENTMENT AND THE WAY HE’S GRINNING INTO HER SKIN AND THE WAY SHE BITES HER LIP. THIS IS AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP

AND SHE LIKE FUCKING POUNCES ON HIM AND HER HANDS DON’T FUCKING STOP MOVING AND HER LIPS ARE SO INSISTENT AND 

SHE KEEPS FUCKING PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER AND WHAT T H E F U C KKKKK I CANNOT HANDLE THIS EVEN A LITTLE

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WILD HER HAIR IS? SHE CLEARLY JUST WOKE UP AND CAME DOWN TO MAKE THEM BOTH PANCAKES BECAUSE THEY MUST BE STARVING AND HE GOT DRESSED HALF WAY AND CAME DOWN TO FIND HER WHEN HE SMELLED ALL THE NICE THINGS AND THEN HE SEES HER WITH HER HAIR ALL WILD AND HER FACE ALL FRESH AND GLOWY AND HAPPY AND WHO CAN BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO KISS HER OK?

OK BUT WHAT KILLS ME THE DEADEST IS THAT SHE PULLS AWAY JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIM. CLEARLY SHE WANTS TO KEEP KISSING HIM BUT IN THAT MOMENT, SHE NEEDS SO SEE HIS FACE, TO SEE AGAIN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS NOW AND I CANNOT LOOK AT HIS SMILE THIS IS TOO MUCH *SHIELDS EYES*

GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. I THINK SHE LOVES HIM.

AND I THINK HE LOVES HER.

SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SHE LOOKS SO YOUNG HERE AND SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH OMG

HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT RIGHT? 

AND THEN SHE’S LIKE FUCK WAIT MUST GET BACK TO THE KISSING. HE’S SO GOOD AT THE KISSING. MUST TOUCH SOFT LIPS AGAIN.

AND UGH IT STARTS SO SOFT BUT PICKS UP SO FUCKING QUICK LIKE WTF AND HE JUST RESPONDS WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT LIKE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND WANT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, IT MAKES MY HEART MELT ALSO SEEING THAT RING ON HER FINGER IS HURTING MY EYES AGAIN.

THE HANDS, THE HANDSSSSSS

WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE POOR FANGIRLS?! WHY WOULD YOU KISS THIS WAY?! WITH THE FRANTIC PULLING EACH OTHER CLOSER AND THE HANDS THAT WON’T STOP TOUCHING. WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY YOU ASSHOLES?!

I CAN’T TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY’RE SMILING THE ASSHOLES DO THEY NOT KNOW WHAT THIS IS DOING TO MY SMALL TINY HEART?!

TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES. YASSS EMMA, YASSSSS.

AND SHE FUCKING PUSHES HIM INTO THE TABLE AND SHE’S PROBABLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS RIGHT NOW AND HIS HAND IS RUNNING UP AND DOWN HER BACK AND HIS HOOK IS HOLDING HER STEAD BECAUSE SHE CANNOT STOP MOVING HER HANDS

AND LIKE FUCKING SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM FALLING ONTO THE TABLE BUT BY THE LOOKS OF IT, EMMA TOTALLY WANTS KILLIAN TO FALL ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT THERE OK?! LIKE NOPE LET’S JUST DO THE DO RIGHT HERE. SMOOSHING BOOTIES ON THE DINING TABLE.

AND LOL THE SHOCK! THEY’RE SO DAZED THIS IS HILARIOUS

AND KILLIAN SAYING LIKE OH YOUR MOTHER HAS A KEY. THAT’S GOOD INFORMATION. YES OK. TRY TO CALM DOWN NOW.

THE SHOCK AND THE WIDE EYES LOLOLOL

BUT OK I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA JUST LOOKS AMUSED PRETTY MUCH THROUGH THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE BECAUSE THOUGH SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO DO THE DO WITH HER FIANCE IN THEIR HOUSE (WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID WE GET HERE FROM CLIMBING A BEANSTALK TOGETHER ONE TIME FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK) 

SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE’S HAVE THIS EITHER? HER MOTHER ACCIDENTALLY WALKING IN ON THEM AND LIKE IT’S LIKE EMBARRASSING OR WHATEVER BUT SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY TO HAVE ALL THIS IN HER LIFE NOW? THESE MOMENTS OF PEACE AND LOVE AND SILLINESS

AND LOL SHE’S LIKE NOOOO AND KILLIAN IS LIKE HAHAHA YES WE WERE ABOUT TO BANG YOUR MAJESTY. I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM RN LOL ALSO I LOVE THAT THOUGH SNOW IS RIGHT THERE, EMMA STRAIGHT UP DOEAN’T MOVE FOR FUCKING AGES AND JUST KEEPS RUNNING HER HANDS OVER KILLIAN’S SHOULDERS, SOOTHING HIM  AND TOUCHING HIM STILL AND KILLIAN’S HAND DOESN’T MOVE FROM HER WAIST EITHER

LIKE DESPITE THE DISCOMFORT, IT’S ALSO SUCH A COMFORTABLE MOMENT?! IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND ORDINARY AND EMMA IS STILL STROKING KILLIAN’S ARM HERE AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD* AND THEY ONLY FUCKING STAND WHEN SNOW IS LIKE UMM PANCAKES LOLOL

AND THIS ASSHOLE LOLOLOL HE IS SO UNAMUSED. I’VE LOST MY APPETITE. BRACING FUCKING SHOWER HE SAYS  LOLOLOL

THIS CHEEK KISS, THE PANCAKES, THE KILLIAN’S HAND ON HER WAIST AGAIN. THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THE JOY IN HER EYES?! SHE’S SO HAPPY GODDAMNIT

*THROWS ALL THE THINGS*

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FUCKING FUCK FUCKKK

First Sentence Writing Prompts

Send me characters/pairings (and setting or anything else you want to see) and the number to one of the following first lines:

  1. “I know you’re afraid but we can’t hide in this closet forever.”
  2. “Nope, I absolutely refuse to touch that.”
  3. “How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?”
  4. “Why is it suddenly purple?”
  5. “Pass me the sledgehammer.”
  6. “Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”
  7. “In my defense, I thought this would go a lot more smoothly.”
  8. “I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations.”
  9. “Careful, don’t drop – “
  10. “And that’s how I ended up standing naked on the Brooklyn Bridge on Christmas Eve.”
  11. “It’s sticky.”
  12. “You need to stop.”
  13. “Well that’s the single most impressive thing I’ve ever seen someone do.”
  14. “What’s with the pigtails?”
  15. “How have you made it this long without someone throwing you out an airlock or something?”
  16. “Ow, what was that for?”
  17. “Ugh, why did I eat that?”
  18. “In my defense, it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time.”
  19. “Run!”
  20. “Come on, give me one good reason not to jump in the lake.”
  21. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave like 5 minutes ago.”
  22. “What do you mean by leaving?”
  23. “I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.”
  24. “Please tell me you know how to defuse a bomb.”
  25. “Where have you been, I was ready to call the police!”
  26. “No, the house is definitely not haunted, why do you ask?”
  27. “Get over here now and bring a tarp.”
  28. “I don’t care that it’s 2:00 am, we need pie.”
  29. “I’ve got everything under control.”
  30. “At this point, what else could possibly go wrong?”
One of the hardest things is to watch someone slowly lose interest in you.
Ugh

Guys

I’m so

Why is it that if you get a good grade and share it, it’s bragging? To the point where I feel legitimately ASHAMED if I get a good grade.

There’s this girl, the same girl who accuse me of bragging when I said “I thought I would be invited to PTK since I have a 4.0 and 12 credits and that meets the requirements” (I was, by the way, it was just late). I feel like she constantly tries to bring me down academically now.

For example, last week, a mandatory discussion board was posted for English bc we had a snow day Thursday, and the email said it was open til Monday. I posted something to snapchat about it and she was like “bro that was due on Thursday…” and I said “no it’s open til Monday” and she was like “yeah cause only me and two other people did it” and I was like “no it said in the email…” and then checked with my teacher and told her and she didn’t respond.

Today I posted about the 99 in soc on snapchat and she was like “didn’t you already take precalc in high school?” and I was like “no this is sociology” but like… I just feel like she’s trying to find some way to take me down a notch or something.

But the thing is, I can get good grades whether I’ve taken the class before or not? I hadn’t taken psych before and I ended up with an over 100% average. So saying “you took the class before” doesn’t mean the 99 is less valid.

Moreover, it’s not like I brag about my grades and don’t share my bad ones. I share all my grades, even the bad ones! It just happens that I work my ass off and I’m blessed to be naturally hardworking and organized and so I usually get good grades!

It’s gotten to the point where I feel GUILTY when I get a good grade because I feel like people are going to accuse me of bragging and try to bring me down. I feel like I should get a C because then when I share it people won’t accuse me of conceit.

That guy who dumped me during finals week said I was “academically intimidating” and that my confidence came off as me being conceited. He said he thought I thought he was below my standards academically (I legit never even thought about that). Do you know how AWFUL it made me feel to know I made someone FEEL that way?! Yes, it’s more his problem, but it happened.

I don’t know. I really don’t. I post about my grades on Snapchat and people call me out for “bragging” and think I’m conceited but like do you know how much fucking shit I have dealt with to get those grades?!?! Ugh. Anyway I’ll end this rant but I’m just so upset about this right now it’s unreal

Noctis: Ignis, are you sure these pocket lights will be enough for the journey? What if we spend days in the same cave? Isn’t their energy going to run out?
Ignis: Worry not, Noct. I made sure to get this precise brand because their battery is like Gladio.
Noctis: Like Gladio?
Ignis: …
Ignis: It can last ten times more than the average.

Heaven

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.

Word Count: 2k-ish

Warnings: Fluff 

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!



Eleven missed calls.

I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.

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I’m Not a Kid

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 4.2k

Genre: smut

Parts: one | two


“Y/N” you heard Jungkook sing song. He had been bothering you for the past three weeks. Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one.

You had given the papers to your secretary and turned to face him. “Jungkook,” you sighed and walked back over to your office. You walked inside your office and turned to close your door but Jungkook stopped it and walked in. You sighed again and went to sit at your desk. You got on your computer, not looking at him, “Yes, Jungkook.”

“Oh, Y/N” he laughed. “I love when you call me that.”

You looked over at him, “It is your name.”

He just stood there and smiled with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “What did you need?”

He walked over and sat at the on the edge of your desk. “Well, I need a date to dinner tonight?”

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I’m sorry but the thought of AgentCorp makes me WEAK

Y’all…

this was the beginning of something beautiful tbh (if only in my mind)

ugh they would look so good together

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Two badass, strong, independent women with a STEM background

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But they can both be soft af at times

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Like damn they would be so interesting together! I just can’t stop thinking about it.

I wonder if Chyler and Katie would be into it?

😏

Emi & Mob: Kiss/Cuddle/Fight

*high pitched screaming* I LOVE MOBEMI!!! It’s one of the things I actually seriously ship, they are so adorably cute and her arc is one of my favourite parts of the entire comic. It was really at that point I sat there going “Wow, this comic is really something special.”

But ugh omg. Mob and Emi occasionally hanging out. Mob being supportive of Emi’s writing. Emi standing up for Mob the same way he stood up for her. Emi working up the nerve to confess again, for real this time. Even though she thinks she will be rejected, it’s what she wants and she doesn’t care what anyone thinks! Like sign me up!

I really, really like Emi in general, I would love to see more of her. I thought she was spectacularly written, like a really good depiction of a high school girl trying to figure out who she is and what she wants, dealing with peer pressure, trying to understand where she stands. I relate to all that through personal experience. Being a teenager is hard and I thought she was just an amazing representation of some of those things.

I wish there was more content for them *says the artist who is perfectly capable of drawing her own content*

Evening Classes & FaceTime Calls

Raphael Santiago imagine

Summary: You were turned into a vampire a couple of years ago on the disastrous night you’ve died. When the new guy, Simon, needs to learn some things, you help him, but not without running into some trouble getting back to the hotel, making Raphael very angry for getting in trouble. But why?

A/N: I’m about to leave on a trip to Amsterdam. I’m hoping to get some writing done, but I can’t promise anything. I hope you’ll like this one.

Prompts: “Are you hitting on me?” – “Wrong day to piss me off.” – “My weekend plans did not involve dying.”

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“Ugh.” You let out a deep sigh and let yourself fall onto the sofa, leaning your head backwards. You stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, before closing your eyes.

“That bad huh?” You opened your eyes to see Raphael staring in your eyes from above you, trying not to smile.

“Can you remind me once more why I thought this would be a good idea?” You asked, still leaning your head backwards, looking up at him.

He moved to come sit besides you on the couch, making you turn your head so you were laying on your ear, still not lifting you head up.

“For the record, I never said taking evening classes was a good idea.” He leaned his arm against the couch, and rested his head against his hand.

You closed your eyes and let out another sigh. “I know, it’s just,” you paused, searching for the right words, but Raphael finished your thoughts for you. “You never got the chance while you were human, I know.” He looked at you with sorrow in his eyes. “I get it, I died at fifteen. I missed out on a lot of things as well.”

You looked away from his eyes, not wanting to show the pity you felt for him, as it would only make the situation even worse.

You lifted your head up just a bit. “Raphael,” you silently started, but you got interrupted when the new guy walked in.

“Wow, who died in here?” Simon said when he felt the vibe in the room, making Raphael glare at him, while you just looked at him out of the corner of your eyes.

“Wrong crowd.” He muttered when he saw your expressions.

You lifted your head when you thought about something. “You’re smart, right?” You asked suddenly, making both of the guys look at you.

“Uhm, I guess?” He said, sounding insecure.

“Is there a chance you could help me with my statistics class?” You asked hopeful.

“Sure.” He grinned.

“Actually,” Raphael added from beside you, “could you help him as well? You know, some training and vamp 101 stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Vamp 101 stuff?”

Raphael rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Sure.” You gave Simon a small smile, and turned your gaze back at Raphael. “By the time we’ll be done with each other, I’ll be a mathematical genius, and he’ll be the best vampire you’ve ever seen.”

Raphael let out a small snort. “Sure.” He nodded while being sarcastic. “Be sure to be back by five.”

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Some thoughts on the Spencer episode

1. Spencer straight up just looks like MGG if he had gotten wasted and went on a drunk road trip with friends and ended up in Mexico.
2. Spencer in jeans??? Lord have mercy.
3. The music when Luke and Reid see each other makes me ship them a hundred times more.
4. Reid speaking Spanish = YASS BBY
5. Emily speaking Spanish = YES I LOVE YOU SO MUCH
6. I would die before letting Spencer go to jail.

I had this little one shot pop into my head on the way home from the grocery store today:

Paring(s): Klance, brief Shallura mention 

Rating: T for kissing and some mild swearing? 

Truth or Dare

Truth or Dare was Coran’s idea. He thought it would make a good team building exercise. Mostly everyone had picked truth so far and nothing revealed was particularly shocking. Hunk had to feed Shiro soup while wearing Pidge’s glasses. That was amusing.

Pidge was bored. She predicted nearly every secret and action in the game so far and was hoping someone would shake things up soon.

“Lance, it’s your turn. Truth or Dare?” She asked.

“Pidge, since I am an open book, I’ll pick dare!” Lance winked at Pidge and smirked a ready for anything smirk at Allura.

“Ugh.” Pidge and Allura groaned in unison.

“Hmm…” Pidge paused to think a moment, “I dare you to, to kiss…”

Lance grinned wider.

“..on the mouth…”

Lance gave Allura an eyebrow wiggle.

“Keith.”

“What?” Keith looked up from his fingernails, a red rising to his cheeks.

“What?” Lance protested, “No way, uh uh, I’m not kissing Keith.”

Keith shoulders dropped in relief.

“Why not, Lance?” Hunk chuckled. “Is it because he is a boy? I never would have pegged you for a homophobe.”

“I am not a homophobe! I’ll kiss you, Hunk. Right here, right now. I’ll kiss Shiro. Heck, I’ll even kiss Coran.”

“Gee, thanks,” Coran grumbled.

“It’s no skin off my back,” Keith replied defensively, “I wouldn’t want to kiss you either.”

“Why won’t you kiss Keith, Lance?” Allura asked, “It’s just a kiss.”

Lance flushed.

“I wouldn’t want to kiss Keith, because I kiss so well, he’d probably fall in love with me and then things would be awkward.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem,” Keith crossed his arms and huffed.

Lance stepped towards Keith, “Oh, it will be! Pucker up, Keith. I am about to blow your damn mind with these lips.”

“Yeah, I’ll blow your mind with my lips.”

“Yeah!” Lance postured.

“Yeah!” Keith postured back.

“I didn’t realize human kisses involved blowing, did you, Allura? I thought it was more of a pressing motion like our kisses.” Coran turned to ask the princess.

Allura looked at Shiro and flushed before lying, “How would I know?”

Everyone stopped to watch Keith and Lance.

They looked like two roosters dancing, their heads bobbing in and out as they would lean in, then pull away before any lip contact was made. Their arms fluttered at their side, as they did know where to put their hands. 

“Bwack, bwack, bwack,” Hunk clucked.

“I’m not chicken,” Keith growled and stood up tall.

“You’re the one pulling away!” Lance accused.

“You’re the one pulling away! Keith countered.

Lance rolled his shoulders, “On the count of 3. One, two, th-”

Keith’s lips landed hard on his mouth before he could finish three and it accidentally made him slip Keith the tongue. Lance could feel his hair catch on the snap of Keith’s motorcycle glove as Keith’s fingers tangled in his hair. Lance’s breath caught in his throat.

Oh shit, Keith was winning.

Lance grabbed Keith by the shirt and changed the angle of the kiss, brushing his bottom lip in a way that caused Keith’s heart to pound and his ears redden.

Now, the game would become a game of who would pull away first.

Hunk, who had been plotting ways to get them together for weeks now, gave Pidge an elbow jab, “Pidge, you evil genius.”

Pidge made a gagging motion, “I have regrets.”

Shiro coughed, “I think that is enough you two,” allowing them to part, both victors.

“And maybe enough of this game,” Shiro continued, “Let’s get some rest. You never know when we will have to go to battle against the Galra.”

The gang went their separate ways.

Lance and Keith walked in silence back to their rooms, looking everywhere but at each other. When they reached Keith’s door, they both stopped and stared at it for an awkward amount of time.

“So,” Lance attempted conversation but didn’t know what to say.

“So,” Keith repeated.

“I have to admit, you’re not a bad kisser, Keith,” Lance relented.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Lance,” Keith replied rather formally. 

“It was weird, everyone watching though.”

“It was.”

“I can’t help but wonder what…” Lance hesitated and decided not to finish his sentence. 

Kieth smirked and finished it for him, “I kiss like when no one is watching?” 

“Yeah, kinda,” Lance replied.

Keith grabbed him the lapel of his jacket and pulled Lance inside his room, leaving door shut behind them.

anonymous asked:

I just absolutely love the idea of Lance feeling replaced when Keith brings in Shiro, but imagine if it's SHIRO THAT BRINGS IN KEITH. Imagine Lance having heartache that his idol, who returned his feelings, simply wanted to replace him. -whumpdump

Oh my god yes!! I love that. Ugh, small fic inspired by it below (Btw I love your blog, omg yes. you’re one of the people who got me to make this blog here!! Love your writing so much!!) 

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Lance thought that finally, finally he had been accepted. Been needed for who he was, it was amazing. Especially because it was his idol, Shiro. He was so happy, loving the affection and the attention he was given. Then Shiro decided, maybe Keith would be a good addition to their relationship. 

Instantly Keith took over everything Lance previously had done and was given. They became distant to Lance and honestly he felt useless. Just like in the Garrison, never enough to beat Keith. It was those thoughts that got Lance to stop taking care of himself. If he couldn’t beat Keith in a relationship everything was pointless right? 

He stopped eating, barely nibbling on the food Hunk brought him when he stayed in his room all day. Practicing until late at night and blacks spots began creeping into his vision. Forgetting his skin care routine and sometimes forgetting to even bathe for a few days. 

He assumed the negligence lead to his demise of getting a high fever and being unable to move. His limbs felt numb and heavy like lead and his head pounded. His throat was scratchy from coughing, trying to get rid of the mucus in his lungs. His nose felt stuffed up and his face felt congested, forcing Lance to breathe from his mouth shallowly. 

He accepted his fate, unable to get help as he couldn’t find the energy to get up to even find Hunk. His eyes began slipping close, a cough escaping his lips again, the wetness moving up the more he coughed but never finding its way out of him. Sighing he rested back into his cool sheets and blanket, the fabric feeling soft and cold on his burning skin. His face was flushed as visibly as his tanned skin could be. 

He barely registered the door opening before a cold hand pressed back against his neck. He squeaked out, coughing and trying to turn to the body next to him. “S-Shiro…?” he mumbled, seeing the metallic hand, explaining why the hand was freezing cold against his feverish skin.

“Lance what’s wrong, you’ve been getting worse these days…” Shiro said, kneeling and finally pressing his human hand to Lance’s forehead as the boy almost coughed up his lungs for the fifteenth thousandth time that day. He instantly recoiled and was about to speak but Lance sputtered out a few words. 

“I-I’m fine.. Just go back to Keith… He needs you more than me..” he said weakly, voice hoarse and raw from the coughing. As Shiro pressed a hand to his hot cheek he couldn’t stop himself from leaning into it. “Keith can wait, you’re my boyfriend too, and i guess i wasn’t making you feel that way and neither was Keith. After this passes we’ll make it up to you Kitten, for now let’s go and get you some medicine because i don’t want you coughing up your insides,” Shiro said making Lance whimper. 

“I love you shiro… I don’t wanna be second place to Keith again,” Lance whispered, delirious as he passed out, face in Shiro’s hand. Sighing Shiro smiled sweetly and pressed a soft cool kiss to Lance’s hot forehead. “You’ll always be first place in our hearts Kitten,” Shiro whispered, thankful Lance wasn’t awake as he pulled away. Snickering he picked the boy up, deciding that before he began loving on him to go and get him fixed up and feeling better. 

anonymous asked:

okay so i have a request, but i was hoping you could get creative with it... so i wanted a fic where the reader and josh gradually start to get distant because of tour life and everything, and it just shows overtime them getting further and further apart, but then end up happy in the end?? hope this makes sense :)

JOSH DUN FIC

There’s something comforting about an unmade bed. An unorganized pile of crumbled covers and dipped pillows, pulled together so the sleepers’ faces can be very close to each other. Your favorites are all the beds you and Josh slept in.  It always took you days to make the sheets up after Josh had left; in some way, seeing the remains of what he had slept in, made it almost feel like he was still there. Maybe just taking a shower, having just gotten up. You inhale his scent from his pillow and runs your hand softly down the blanket. It’s not warm anymore, no one’s slept in it for days now.

The dial tone seems to go on forever until the call is finally picked up.

“Hi babe,” Josh sounds cheerful, and a little louder than normal. “What’s up?”

You can hear loud voices and glasses clinking on the background, mixed with vague hints of a booming bass. “Nothing, just wanted to hear your voice,” you clear your throat. “What are you up to?”

“Going wild on a Friday,” Josh chuckles, “hanging with the guys, we’ll probably head out in a bit. Mark’s running late, just waiting on him.”

You’re looking at your shared closet in the Columbus house, sitting on the floor in the middle of piles of clothes you just don’t seem to be able to take care of.  You stare at the clock, trying to calculate what time it was in Amsterdam.

You smile a little, picking at the strings of your hoodie. “Glad you’re having a good time.”

“Would be better if you were here. I think you owe me an explicit run-through of what you’re wearing right now, babe.” The smirk in Josh’s voice is audible.

You chuckle. “The hoodie you got me from the ice cream shop.”

“The one with the cow on the front?  Sexy,” Josh mocks. “Isn’t it too warm for that?”

“No, it’s… I’m just sitting on the closet floor and I found this and it smelled like you, so I thought I’d just wear it for a bit.”

“Ugh,” Josh groans, “I wore it like ages ago. It’s probably smells awful, you should just wash it.”

You feel a twinge of embarrassment, “I, I don’t want to wash you off though.”

The background noise quiets down on the other end of the line, and you can hear the sound of a door opening and closing. “Babe, are you ok?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “just, I don’t know.”

Josh hums comfortingly. “Are you doing anything fun today?”

“Probably just trying to get some homework done, don’t really want to leave the house.”

“Love, do you want me to come home?”

“You can’t really just up and fly across the world,” you say.

“You know I would if I could. I’m sure I can take up flying and ace it in like, max twenty minutes.”

“I’m sure you could,” you smile. You don’t think there’s anything Josh couldn’t do.

You stay silent for a while, listening to each other breathing. It makes you feel better, Josh knows. You guess it’s the same for Josh, too.

“Ok,” you say after a while. “Got my fix. Feeling better. Go and have fun.”

“And what are you going to do?” his voice is very soft.

“I’ll figure something out, maybe I’ll call my mom.”

“That’s more like it.”

“I’ll see you next week.”

“Love you.”

“Love you, Josh.”

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like for other people?” Josh muses as he’s flicking through the channels, sitting on the floor between your legs.  The two of you are savoring the final hours Josh had at home.  He headed out in the morning.  

“Wonder what what’s like?” you continue to rub Josh’s neck.

“Like, relationships. Being normal. Me not traveling around all the time.”

You move your hand down a bit, starting to work on the knots on Josh’s shoulder. “Do you?” you ask, avoiding the question.

“I don’t know… Just, don’t you think it’s a bit sad?”

“What?”

“That only being together once in a while is normal for us.”

“I like the way we are,” you try to smile. “I think we’re good. And the traveling and stuff is just out of our control, I think as a couple we’re pretty normal, probably like better than most, just our situation is a bit…” you can’t figure out a good word.

“Abnormal,” Josh nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Just would be nice sometimes to not be quite so, far I guess.”

“Ooh,” you coo, “you want to hold my hand more, don’t you?”

“Shut up,” Josh laughs as he leans his head back in your lap. “That may be a little true.”

You smile as you cup his face in your hands and bend over to plant a kiss on his lips, “Me too.”

Josh beams. “You want to show me off,” he pokes your thigh, “I’m like a classy trophy wife.”

“Hardly, “ you say laughing, “though you do brush up well when you’re not embarrassing.”

Josh’s wide grin turns into a fake frown impressively quickly. “You think I’m embarrassing?”

“Of course you are, but I gotta hand it to you, even when you’re falling all over the place, no one does it quite as impressively as you do.”

“Compliment accepted,” Josh smiles as he pulls you into another kiss.

Josh sits down slowly, and starts to go through the pictures on your camera. One catches his attention and he shows it to you. “This would be nice to hang on the wall.”

It’s a picture of you two, from last Spring, when you’d gone hiking on a hot day and there was so much pollen in the air.  You remember your eyes had been streaming non-stop. You’re pictured from the side, faces turned to each other, you were laughing – your dimple is visible – at something Josh had said.  You both look happy and carefree.

You agree. A week later, when Josh is in Los Angeles, you put the wall art on the bedroom wall, opposite your bed.

“Can you put your phone away, please?” you ask irritated when you come to bed. “The light keeps me awake.”

Josh doesn’t say anything, but turns his phone off and puts it on the nightstand.

“You know I don’t like having phones in bed,” you sigh, trying to find a relaxing position.

“I know, sorry.” Josh is sincerely sorry. This isn’t the first time his inability to put his phone down is causing words.

“What were you even doing?”

“Just, looking at things,” Josh turns to his side, his back to you.

“What things?” you ask after a while.

“Just things. It doesn’t matter.”

You scoot closer, caressing your fingers along his lower back. “Hey.”

Josh turns to look over his shoulder, and even in the dark of their bedroom, he can make out your kind eyes looking at him. “Hey,” he whispers back and turns around to face you.

“Don’t look at that stuff, love. You know people are idiots. They don’t know anything.”

“I guess…,”he mumbles.

“No, babe, you know it’s not true. People say awful things and it says more about them than it does about you, or me, us, anything”

“I just-“ Josh sighs and bites his lip. “It’s like everyone is just expecting me to fail. Like they can’t wait for me to fuck up, so they can laugh at me. Like I’m a joke.”

“Babe,” you pull him closer, “they’re idiots. And you’re not a joke. And you won’t fail. You’re brilliant.”

“But what if I’m not,” Josh lets out a shaky breath.

“You’re amazing, Josh, I’ve seen you. You worked fucking hard for the things you’ve done and you wouldn’t have done the things you have if anyone important thought you were shit. Which you absolutely are not.”

Josh smiles and he reaches out to brush some longer strands behind your ear. “I have all the faith in you, too.” He snuggles in closer until he’s pressed against your skin, placing a small kiss on your collar bone. “I love how your skin is always warm.”

The party was a drag. Not only did Josh have to practically drag you the entire way there, but once you arrived, it took all of three minutes for him to wander off.  He was off mingling, leaving you in the corner of an unfamiliar house with unfamiliar people scattered all around.  You caught sight of him once or twice, each time he was getting his ear talked off to by some uppity executive or manager.  

You were fuming by the time he finally was ready to leave.

“I don’t get why you’re so upset,” Josh says on your drive back home.

“Just forget it,” you say through gritted teeth, you were not in the mood to discuss.

“I can’t apologize if I don’t know what I even did wrong.”

You continue to stare out the window as the night passed by.

When you were finally curled up in bed, Josh snuggled close, his forehead pressed up against yours.  

“I’m sorry I got taken away tonight, I missed you.”

You’ve gotten a chance to cool off and he just seems so sincere, so you nod, indicating your approval.  

“Can I kiss you now?”

You lean in and kiss him discreetly, trying to ignore the way he even had to ask.

You have sex that night to try to make up for it all.

But it turns out to be awful.

You’re taking a shower after and you’ve never felt further away from Josh, who’s waiting in bed. You scrub yourself, still prickling uncomfortably from this strange, unfamiliar touch of Josh’s skin. You wrap yourself in your bathrobe before going to the bedroom.  

You don’t want to be naked in front of Josh right now.

“I feel like you’re erasing me from your life.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just feel like, I’m not a part of your plans anymore.”

“When have I ever not included you in my plans? When have I ever done anything without checking with you first?”

“But, you keep…”

“No. I’m not pushing you away, it’s you who keeps falling away from me.”

“Doesn’t feel like I have any space by your side anymore.”

“And at this point, it’s like you don’t even want me to try to reach out, you’ve decided that I’m erasing you from my life and that’s it, done and dusted, fucking sorted.”

“It’s not fucking sorted, stop putting words in my mouth.”

“Stop blaming me for things I’m not doing!”

A door bangs shut.

You’re staring at the name on your contact list and realize you actually feel nervous. You haven’t felt nervous about calling Josh since probably the very first call you ever made.

“It’s your Josh,” you mutter to yourself and press the green button.

“Hello,” he picks up, sounding croaky.

“Hi,” you’re happy to find the nervousness leaves your mind at the sound of his voice. “What are you doing on your day off?”

“Still in bed,” he yawns.

You frown and look at the clock, making quick calculations. “Josh, it’s like six at night.”

“I suppose so,” Josh says apathetically. “Oh well.”

You can feel the nerves starting to creep back. “You must be hungry.”

“Not really.”

“When was the last time you ate? How long have you been sleeping?”

Josh ponders. “I had something yesterday. I think I had some cereal.”

“But what about a proper dinner?”

“Jesus, what is this? You’re not a nurse doing a check-up.”

You try not to get offended. “I just want to make sure you’ve slept and eaten.”

“I have eaten, and I have slept, like, for almost 20 hours, thanks mom,” his voice is snappy. “Was there anything else? Does your form have any more questions that needs answers?”

“Josh.” your voice is quiet, soft, a gentle tug.

Josh sniffs and coughs. “Fine. Sure. I’m great.  Everything’s great.”

“Okay.”

You exit out of the airline tab on your computer, forgetting all about the overpriced flight you were planning on taking to surprise Josh.

You both still have fun, on some days, of course you do. On days where it’s just you, with nothing to do but spend time together, being carefree, on days when, over a lazy breakfast, Josh asks you if you want to go on an adventure. And you go, drive around aimlessly to a random direction based on chance. You find a hidden little pond in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by thick trees and you go skinny dipping, and then find a sketchy looking café and have take out.

“We should go on a vacation,” you suggest, sitting on the hood of the car.

Josh looks up at you, in a way you can’t quite read. “Vacation?”

“Yeah, like today. Just leave everything for a while.”

“Y/N,” Josh starts slowly and looks down, “that’s not a good idea.”

“What?”

His eyes meet yours. “Like, going away doesn’t solve anything.”

Your mouth flinches. “Did you not have fun today?”

“I did, of course I did,” Josh chooses his words wisely. “I just don’t think it’d be a good idea. To like, go away and then come back while everything here, in real life, remains the same. I don’t think we should go before it ends.”

“Before what ends?” you can feel your chest tightening, you’re not sure you want to hear the answer.

“This… thing, between us. It’s obvious we have issues.”

You nod, biting your lip. “But, like, we’ll fix it, won’t we? We’ll fix us.”

Josh nudges your shoulder with his. “We will. We’ll fix us so well and then, as a reward, we’ll go for the best holiday ever.  To Jamaica or something.” He squeezes your hand.

You squeeze back. “I can work with that.”

“We’ll figure this out, I know we will, we always do.”

The drive back home is quiet, both of you deep in your thoughts, but this time, the silence doesn’t feel so loud.

“What is all of this?” Josh asks as he sees the table set with candles and china.  

“Just a surprise,” you smile as you lead him to the kitchen and put a plate of steaming food in front of him.

You feel a little nervous. “Taste it.”

Josh inhales the divine smell of something hearty and rustic, reminding him of something he can’t quite pinpoint.

“This is my grandmother’s recipe,” he says quietly.

“I know.”

“She didn’t… She said it was a secret and no one else had it.”

“I know.”

Their eyes meet and Josh smiles, letting out a wet chuckle. “You did good, love.”

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“I think… I think we should really talk now.”

“Look, I’m so sorry about the stuff I said, it was so uncalled for, I was being an asshole.”

You shake your head. “No, me too, I think we both were being… not good.”

“Apologies?”

“Apologies,” you nod.

“Come sit with me.” Josh says.

You both sit down on the sofa, leaving some space between them but not as much as they could’ve.

“Sometimes… I feel like your tour life is taking more time and energy than it should. And it’s time and energy away from me.”

Josh looks surprised. “Seriously? Really, Y/N?”

You shrug. “It’s… Like it’s just a lot.”

“I know it’s a lot, I’m living it.”

“But I’m living it too, that’s just it.”

“You said you were fine with everything, don’t try to claim I didn’t check every tour, every interview, everything with you. You were totally on board when it all started.”

“I’m allowed to change my mind. I changed my mind. It’s fucking awful and I hate it.”

“How do you want me to fix it then?”

You say nothing.

“You know this isn’t something I can fix. I can’t just stop this all from happening now.”

“I know,” you say.

“Like, I’m on tour now. You changed your mind but it doesn’t have an effect, like sorry you feel like shit but there is literally nothing I can do about it.”

“I said I know! I’m not expecting you to change anything.”

“Well great, that’s helpful,” Josh mutters.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Josh looks like a pouting child. “You always have things to complain about but no solutions.  What do you want me to do?  Quit the band?  Quit my job?”

“I didn’t say that.”

You stare at each other, neither willing to step back. The air is filled with electricity, almost, and as much as you absolutely hate confrontation, you know this all has to be said.  Speaking your mind finally feels like it’s fixing this weird rut you’d fallen into.

“So to recap,” you finally say. “I’m pissed off at you for things I initially agreed to but now don’t like, but things you can’t change, and not because you don’t want to.”

“Seems so,” Josh grits his teeth. “And I’m pissed off at you for changing your mind and offering no helpful solutions.”

“Great,” you nod.

“What a team we make,” he says.

You sigh heavily. “You can say that again.”

“What a team we make.”

“Shut up,” you smirk. “Ok. I hate your stupid fucking tour and some of the people around you are absolute dicks.”

“I hate that you won’t quit school to come on tour with me.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“So basically we’re angry for each other and not at each other.”

“Seems so.”

“Does it help if I say, I love you and I want the best for you? I’m sorry.”

Josh nods solemnly, “I’m sorry, too.”

“Maybe we should just have weekly, scheduled fights, where it’s acceptable to call each other twats and judge our life choices and just get it all out in the open.”

“And talk shit about everyone else.”

“Especially that.”

Josh opens his arms, gesturing for you to come cuddle.

“You’re my life, Y/N. You know I’ll always have your back.”

“You’re my life,” you smile. “I’ll always be here for you, too.”

“I don’t want you to think that, I’m like, not so fucking proud of everything you do. With school and your degree.”

“I know you are.”

“And like, I know you’re proud of the things I do.”

“I am, babe, so proud.”

“I’m your biggest fan. And you’re mine, I know. And I think I probably forget that for a little bit in the middle of everything.”

Josh is picking on the sleeve of your sweater. “I think… We both forgot, for a bit. And, like, stopped talking. I don’t want to ever, ever, feel that disconnection again.”

“Me neither,” Josh kisses the top of your head. “Come on, let’s go connect.”

You feel a bit like crying, maybe. They’d been wrapped around each other for what feels like hours now. It’s deep, it’s slow, it feels like reconnecting from head to toe and mind to heart. The release you finally feel leaves you shivering after.

Later, laying with your foreheads pressed together, eyes locked, Josh is petting your hair, occasionally closing his eyes from the tickling pleasure of your finger tracing his cheekbones, his eyebrows, down his nose, his lips, up his jaw line and down again.

“Thank you for coming back to me,” you whisper. “I don’t want to be so far from you anymore.”

Josh smiles softly.

You set the date for June 3rd, an exact year after Josh gets down on one knee.  You chose a lovely place, by a lake – rustic but not too over the top romantic.

It had been a wonderfully, sunny, Tuesday afternoon, such an inconvenient day of the week, but your families were there. Josh had taken your hand before they walked down to the minister, and he hadn’t let go until you were outside, birds chirping in the surrounding trees, doing rounds of hugging their parents and siblings, tissues passed around with delighted laughter and words of happiness.

Instead of a huge reception, you decided on a small get together at home, with plenty of delicious home-made food and never-ending drinks, with everyone staying for the night and no obligations for the following day. There were Chinese lanterns and fairy lights hanging down everywhere.

“This is so perfect.” your eyes met Josh’s.  “This is my favorite day, ever, and you’re my favorite person, ever,” you whispered to your husband.

Later in the evening, the sky had suddenly turned menacingly grey and opened with huge, heavy raindrops. Josh’s sisters had been screaming, trying to cover their hairdos and delicate dresses, everyone going for whatever they needed to save quickly and get inside, people bumping into each other and getting drenched.

But you and Josh stayed behind, kissing in the rain, getting soaked together.

Under One Condition: Chapter One

Originally posted by amsimaria

So, this is the first fic I will have posted. Go easy on me aha.

I hope you enjoy it!! Chapter two is now live, I recommend reading in order. :)

This is the first part, i will try upload one part per week, until the finale.

This fic is a Jimin x reader, featuring Taehyung.

warnings: mature content, smut, kinks, swearing

Chapter List:

chapter one     chapter two    

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(Chapter One)

You nervously tapped the edge of the table as you waited, checking your phone every now and then. He was late, with not even a text to explain or comfort you. Taehyung had never been late for one of your meet ups before, and you’d known each other since the early years of school. This seemed odd to you, and you started to feel extremely anxious. 

Thoughts ran through your head, “Is he okay? I hope he isn’t hurt. He will be here soon, surely? Oh god what if…” you stopped mid thought as a warm hand landed on your shoulder and you heard a familiar sigh. 

You quickly span round in your chair to see Tae looking down at you, and spoke before you had chance to greet him. “Sorry I am late, this one held me up” he said gesturing over his shoulder. “This is Jimin, you can finally meet him now and not just hear about my days which include him.” 

He stepped to the side, into view, and your mouth gaped open a little. You were so taken back by him you couldn’t even articulate correctly. “H-h-h-hi, I’m… I’m (y/n). it’s a erm… It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You managed to stutter out, embarrassingly breathily and weak. 

You stare at Tae questioningly for some kind of reassurance. “Ah, sorry, I know we usually meet alone to catch up, I should have told you. He stopped by and I didn’t see the harm in him tagging along. Don’t be nervous, I know how you get. It’s okay!” he said soothingly and pat your head before sitting next you, and gesturing at the seat opposite for Jimin to sit. 

He sits opposite you with a coy smirk, “(Y/n)? That’s a pretty name, to match a pretty face huh?” he said nonchalantly as he picked up a menu, not breaking eye contact as he did so. You felt your cheeks heat, and you hoped he wouldn’t notice you blushing, but you couldn’t look away. His voice was smoother than honey, but with a raspy edge that would become your weakness. He cocked an eyebrow at you and let out a single, smug, breathy laugh as he spoke, “What’s up, cat got your tongue?” 

You shook your head and opened your mouth to speak, but Tae, who you’d forgot was even present, spoke for you. “Stop Jimin, you are making her uneasy, can you not see that? Now, what would you like to order?” 

Little did Tae know, you were not uneasy, but more drawn to him as he left you speechless. No one had spoken to you this way before, let alone someone so attractive. However, you smiled at Tae thankfully and managed to find your words again as you place your order. “I will have a chai latte and a cookie please, those are the best from this café! I highly recommend them.“ you said joyfully and plopped your menu back down on the table. “Ah, your usual then? I should have guessed.” Tae said as he giggled to himself, which gained an amused look from Jimin before hespoke. “I will have what the ladies having, if she says it’s the best, then it must be good. Tae, your go hyung.” Tae pondered a second longer and ordered his usual, a green tea and a brownie. 

He would always flick through the menu at least ten times, looking deep in thought, before ordering the same thing, every time. You couldn’t help but smile and gently nudged him in the ribs, and repeated his earlier words in a mocking tone while giggling. “Your usual then?” Jimin rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. “Ugh, guys… must you flirt so obviously in front of me!?” You both quickly snapped around to look at each other with wide eyes, but quickly burst out laughing, you gently hit his thigh with laughter and he leant back in the chair. “FLIRTING!?” Tae wheezed through his laughter. “We are just friends, we do not flirt, we would never.“ You wipe away a tear that’s formed from laughing so hard and take a deep breath to try contain yourself. “Yeah, what Tae said. Oh god, that is so funny. I can’t believe…” Tae cuts you off. “You would think…” and then you both say at the same time “that we were flirting!”, and you both erupt in laughter again. Jimin sits with his arms folded, looking anything but amused, his lips creating a straight line, and his right brow raised. That is, until you catch his gaze while wiping a tear. 

His lips suddenly form a smirk and he cocks his head, “Ah, is that so?” Your laughter stops instantly and you gulp quite loudly as your mouth has gone dry from the tone he spoke in. His voice was deep and suggestive, and the smirk on his face did little to hide his thoughts. His eyes seemed a little darker than before, with a glint to them. 

He noticed you studying him, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, the waiter stood at the table with your orders and you silently thanked the universe. 

You all ate and drank merrily while chatting about what you had all been up to the past couple of months; work, time with friends, funny things, reminiscing with Tae and giving Jimin your stories from your times at school. The time passed so quickly, it was so lovely to see Tae again. “Ah, I have missed this!!” you sighed contentedly. “Me too, maybe we should try make it more than once every couple of months if we ever manage to get the free time!” he chuckled lowly and turned to Jimin. “You should come next time too, its been great to be with you both at the same time! Ah, that’s if you don’t mind?” he then turned to you, pleadingly.

“That’s fine, I have had such a great afternoon, we should definitely all meet up again like this, it has been fun. Plus, I quite like Jimin’s embarrassing stories about you Tae” you prod him and giggle. He gripped the back of his neck in his palm and rubbed it nervously and smiled. “Yeah, well, I had better go pay. I will be right back.”

You smiled and watched as he left, though you felt Jimins eyes trained on you. You turned around, fully intending to speak to him, to get some more fun stories about Tae. However, his eyes were deep with intensity and his smug smirk spread across one side on his face as he cocked his head at you as soon as you made eye contact with him. The smile was wiped from your face and your jack slacked. How could someone look this good!? 

You felt a tightening in your stomach as he kept the intense eye contact, not saying a word. His tongue flicked out and slowly rolled across his lower lip as he studied your face, your eyes immediately darted to it, watching as it slowly glided corner to corner. You snapped out of your trance when he finally spoke after what felt like an eternity, and give your head a tiny, barely noticeable shake to snap back into reality. 

“So, (y/n), how about we go out sometime? Without Tae.” He paused slightly and his smirk grew, “just you, and me. How about that?” 

You were so flustered, you had no idea what to say at the proposition. “I-I-I… b-but we… we just…” you stuttered pathetically, why did he have this effect on you!? “Ah, come on now Jagi, spit it out. Yes, or no?”  He cupped one side of his face and leant forward and you scanned the room to find Tae, but you couldn’t see him. You turned back around, cheeks tinted rose. 

“Jagi!?” you said in tone fused with question and mild irritation. Jimin tipped his head to the side and look of mild confusion flashed across his face, before the smirk returned, only this time his eyes flared with a lustful glow. “What is wrong, would you prefer I called you babygirl!?” And with that he winked at you. Your mouth dropped open at his question and you retaliate quickly. “What’s wrong with my name? You could just use that.” You crossed your arms and looked smug with yourself for the snarky, quick retaliation. 

He seemed to be a little taken back by the unexpected response, but managed to compose himself quickly. “So, (y/n), how about we go out, just the two of us? One evening next week, sound good?” He smiled at you sweetly, all the lustfulness drained from his being, and you hated to admit it but his eye smile was undeniably charming, yet super cute! You giggled bashfully. “Yeah, sure. Why not? But, under one condition!!” He brushed his hand through his thick black hair while tipping his head back, collecting all the stray wisps that had fell in to his face, you watched in awe of his beauty. Why was this so attractive? He was only fixing his hair. “Okay, so, what is this one condition?” He said roughly as he raised an eyebrow in interest. 

You rolled your eyes at him and responded quickly, “I just have to hear more of those embarrassing stories of Tae, so I can wind him up about what an idiot he is next time we meet up.“ You giggled to yourself at the thought, and how Tae would look so flushed at hearing you joke about the tales he didn’t want you to know. He always wanted to seem poised, but you knew him better than that, he was a massive goofball; this is why you adored him so much. 

Jimins hand grabbing yours from across the table quickly brought you out of your thoughts and you gasped a little, and tried to snatch your hand back, but his grip did not release. The warmth on your hand and his firm grip sent sparks through you. “I have just one condition as well.”

His voice was low, and you felt your stomach tighten again, like earlier, but shrugged it off quickly. “And what exactly would that be, when this is your idea Jimin?!” You raised your brow and looked displeased with his request. He eased his grip, only to rub small circles against the back of your hand as he smiled. “Oh come on now, it is a simple request (y/n), I promise!” You hummed, and decided to hear him out. “Hm, I guess that’s fair after all, what is it?” And with that his eyes widened and a cocky look appeared on his face. “Oh, like I said, it is quite simple…” He hesitated to gauge your reaction, his eyes dark and mysterious, as you looked at him in wonder.

“All you have to do is do as you are told, no questions asked.” You got a little flustered at how low and rough his voice was, it seemed to be a command, not a request. “Oh, are you planning the evening then?” you said, denying the lust in his voice and the commanding tone.

“Yes, I am. It will be great, you just have to remember my one request. Can you do that for me?” he raised his eye brow and released your hand.

“AH, okay I guess. Seems you are being so kind to organise everything.” You gave him a smirk and crossed your arms as Tae returned to the table.

“YAH, that que was terrible, sorry I took so long.”He gazed around the table at the both of you, and stood with his hand on one hip, with a lopsided grin. “so, what were you guys talking about while I was gone then? Jimin looks very happy with himself, huh?” He gestured towards him and laughed before grabbing his coat, and the smile was quickly wiped off Jimins face.

“UH… nothing much really Tae, just she asked if we could all do this again sometime soon, it would seem she’s had quite a good time.” Tae quickly span around and darted a look at you, he Smiled and took a breath.

“Well, I’d like that too, we should definitely do that!”. He was happy his two closest friends were getting along so well.

You all put on your coats and left, and on the walk Jimin slipped a napkin in your pocket and winked at you. You went weak at the knees momentarily, how was he so seductive? He hadn’t even touched you, and you felt quivery, how was this possible?

You all stopped as you approached Tae’s car, “get in (y/n), I will drop you off at home, save you getting the train. They’re always so crowded this time of day”. You bowed your head to thank him and went to open the passenger side door, your usual spot, but Tae grabbed your hand to stop you. “Ah, sorry, there’s some stuff I have been working on, on the seat. Would you mind sitting in the back with Jimin, just this once I promise!” he pleaded, as if it was a massive insult you had to be demoted to the back. You giggled at his sincere apology.

“Tae, relax, it’s okay!” you rubbed his arm reassuringly and walked around the car to the opposite, back door, the other often stuck and you could never get it to open properly. You were greeted by Jimin holding the door open, a smirk spread across his face.

“My lady!” he said formally as he bowed his head and gestured you to enter, causing an audible tut to leave your lips, yet you still blushed slightly at the kind gesture.

You lived about forty minutes from the café, and the ride was filled with music, Tae and Jimin having some kind of singing competition, and a lot of jokes. It was about twenty minutes into the journey when you felt Jimins hand snake up your thigh. You immediately snapped your head up, only to be met with his gaze, lip pulled between his teeth. The air hitched in your throat a little, you were taken back, his hand looked so masculine as his long, thick fingers gripped your delicate thigh.

He squeezed firmly, causing his knuckles to whiten, and you gasped at the pain and shot your attention back to his face. His smirk now took over his entire face, his eyes had become much darker, and as you opened your mouth to speak he dug his fingers in deeper, causing you to whimper a little.  “What was my one condition?” he whispered close to you, and left you no room to speak before continuing, “that started as soon as you agreed babygirl”.

He winked at you and trailed his hand further up your thigh, revealing the band of your holdups from under your mid length skirt. You tried to brush it back down, afraid Tae would see, but Jimin grabbed your hand and smacked it lightly. “ah ah, that is not how to behave, is it?” he scolded, lust flaming in his eyes. You lowered your head in submission and let him continue to roam your thigh. “Look at me, not at the floor. Look at me while I touch you.” He growled in your ear and tipped your chin up to meet his stare. You felt a coil tighten in your lower stomach, you recalled having not felt like this about anyone in almost a year. Your mouth parted and let out a small breathy sigh as he grazed his forefinger across the line of your panties atop your thigh. “You sound so pretty when you make noises for me” he said smugly as he ran his finger over your clothed core, causing you to grip the seat tightly as you bit your lip.

Tae turned the music up, leading you both to look to the driver’s seat, in case he caught you out. “THIS is such a good song!!” he exclaimed, and you were both relieved.

“Yes, I love this one too. Hey, remember it was on that time…” Jimin started, “AH that time at the party with the rest of the guys, and Namjoon fell over the table!!”  Tae finished his sentence. They both burst out laughing, Jimins hand still cupping your core, yet speaking and laughing so freely.

You sat there not knowing what to do, but you felt the heat growing within you as he started to rub you through panties while him and Tae carried on reminiscing. You darted a pointed look at him, to which he just rubbed harder and circled your clit, causing a quiet, breathy moan to escape you.

Jimin turned his gaze to you, and rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, then glanced at his lap, and back to you, a silent order for you to look too. You obeyed and were greeted by a prominent bulge in his jeans. You bit your lip at the sight, it looked so thick, you couldn’t help but to wonder what it felt like under your hands.

“Tae, how long have we left until we arrive?” he asked, as he grabbed your hand and placed it on his erection. You instinctively began to palm it, and he let out a low hiss as he bit his lip.

“Should be around two minutes now, are you getting impatient as usual?” he chuckled, but didn’t take his eyes off the road.

“ME!? Impatient? Pft.” He turned his attention back to you, and winked at you, “besides, I am quiet enjoying the journey”.

You can’t help but to thrust up and grind on his hand as he circles your entrance through your panties roughly, a smirk glued to his face as it causes you to squeeze his erection tightly through his jeans.

He removes his hand from your skirt, you sigh at the loss of contact, and loosen your grip of the car seat. Holding his finger up, he admires the glistening wetness that coats it and turns to you.

“Look how wet you are for me, and I have hardly touched you. You are soaking babygirl” he growls in your ear before biting it causing you to let out a quiet moan.

“Right, should be but a few seconds now” Tae sighs from the driver’s seat, totally unaware of what has been going on. Jimin brushes your hand off of him, and sucks his fingers clean before he adjusts his jeans as Tae carries on speaking. “You must text me as soon as you have a date we can meet up again, its always so good to see you!”

You smile, while trying to adjust you skirt unnoticed as he flicks his eyes to the rear view mirror to look at you. “Yeah, it has been great! I will let you know as soon as I get my new works rota, and we can work something out”.

The car pulled up outside your house, and Jimin whispers to you quickly as he’s letting you out of the car. “Don’t forget the napkin, my number is on it. Text me a soon as you get in.” You nod and make your way to Tae’s window to say goodbye.

You lean through his wound down window, kiss him on the cheek and say thank you for a wonderful afternoon, and quickly make your way to the door.  Turning to wave them goodbye as you reach the door, you can’t help but notice the smug grin plastered across Jimins face, what a beautiful sight it was.

You enter your house and immediately fidget in your jacket pocket to get to napkin out. It read ‘My number, text me as soon as you read this so I have yours. Thank you for obeying my only rule, I knew you were a good girl’.

You are so taken back by what it says you stumble slightly, did he really plan that? How did he know you would let him, and not make him stop? Was he really that into you? Why was he into you? Should you even text him? Your head was whirling with questions, but your panties grew wetter at the thought of him being that into you he just could not wait to have you, and you mumbled under your breath “Jimin…” and sighed in disbelief. You hurried to go change and wash up quickly, anything to be out of your ruined panties.

You sat on the sofa and typed his number in carefully, so not to text the wrong person. After saving it you sent him three simple words, ‘what the fuck?’, in hopes he would explain himself.

No more than thirty seconds later he replies, ‘I honestly didn’t hear you complaining babygirl. But I am now, I have a big problem and no one to take care of it. You are going to pay for this, you know that right?’. Your stomach did a summer sault, you weren’t sure exactly what he meant, but you were sure it was going to be along the lines of what had just transpired.

You pondered what to reply, but settled with a simple ‘what do you mean?’ to get the clarification you sought.

You decided to fix yourself some dinner, seems he wasn’t responding, but then again, he was with Tae and probably busy as they were going out. No sooner had you sat at the table to eat, your phone goes off. It is Jimin.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself before opening the message, which read ‘you are going to get punished, daddy doesn’t like to be left high and dry’. You inhaled sharply and choked a little on your food.

What had you let yourself in for.

anonymous asked:

phil was so cute in this dapg vid wtF? also thoughts on the video as a whole?

yaaaaaa omg!!! the video was a joy to watch hahaha, if a little bit on the dull side. but i think they pretty much compensated for it being kind of a boring/frustrating game by adding in more anecdotes and banter which made it super fun to watch …. phil talking about his bread preferences and how he sometimes wants white bread w butter after a long day of work but dan has to quickly clarify that phil buys seedy multigrain. i love that in that interjection he starts out making it seem like it’s phil’s preference but then he literally corrects himself mid-sentence to say we’re the weirdos who buy multigrain. ugh. and if anyone needed to know (i certainly did) phil likes it with marmalade. ahhh and then their dynamic throughout was so cute. dan telling phil to calm down and phil getting clearly stressed and worked up as he commentated. phil being ultra supportive while dan was on that final go. the number of times he was just like ‘you’ve got this dan’ and at one point leaned so far into his space that he was basically on top of him. the number of innuendos and sexual-toned word choices like “flop” and “teat” “dad, take me to the toaster” and “this is so arousing” almost certainly chosen to entertain dan. and then dan being like ‘your commentary is the least helpful thing i’ve ever experienced’ but rly jst giggling throughout bc he finds phil so amusing. then the instantaneously iconic tiddy slap which is jst another tick in the list of moments that phil has become increasingly chill w being physical towards dan on camera. i love how instinctive it was and how dan didn’t react at all. and then at the end dan being like ‘what kind of sicko would want me to do this again’ or whatever the exact quote is and phil being like meeeeeee. ugh. tf. stupidly cute!!!!!! they’re cute :( this vid was nice n good

(i am bread)

Rain prompts 🌧
  • “I TOLD you not to go outside and did you listen? nO. AND NOW YOU HAVE A COLD. AND IM GONNA HAVE TO NURSE YOU BACK TO HEALTH WITH SOUP AND MANDATORY CUDDLES” au
  • “I’m drying off your hair with a towel and I’m concentrating so hard until I look down and see you looking up at me with raindrops still clinging to your lashes and freckling your cheeks. your hair’s all mussed and I’m still rubbing the towel over your head and ajshajaklalala” AU
  • “STOP SPLASHING ME WTF UGH ITS GETTING ALL OVER ME AND OH SHIT IT STARTED RAINING AGAIN QUICK WE NEED SHELTER NO STOP SPLASHING AROUND YOURE GONNA GET THE BOTH OF US EVEN MORE SOAKED THEN WE’LL ALREADY BE” AU
  • “I don’t know why you thought a dumpster would be a good place to take shelter from the rain but here we are I guess” au
  • “There’s only room under this umbrella for one. Oh fine, get under here I guess we’ll both be partially soaked.” AU
  • “kISSING?? IN THE RAIN??? siGn Me tHe FUCK UP” AU