unless you make it weird

Eyes See You

A/N : Well, guess who had time between the clean ups ( and had to write it twice because their mother accidentally deleted everything she wrote ? ) ? I’m kinda happy with how this turned out, kinda not but anyways ENJOY this request.

Genre : Angst/Fluff

Word count : 5K Sorry

Warnings : A few curse words but you’re used to that from me by now. A little sarcasm on the writer’s part sorry again, Not one bit proofread.

Request : Hey! can I have a JungKook angst with fluffy end in wich you always see him walking at the streets all alone with that bad boy image and there’s something about his aura that really makes you curious so u go talk to him one day but he answers in a rude way so you get really sad and he notices(what where u expecting on talking to a stranger so suddenly anyway right?) but later he regrets the way he talked to you and there’s the fluff ending ? thx!^-^ ( I changed it up a bit I hope that’s okay with you )

Originally posted by jjks

( This is basically my inspiration for the whole thing )

It started out as coincidence that he would pass by and you would look up at the clock to find that it was either 8pm or a few minutes later, never too late and never too early. Then it turned into a game, you were bored and needed a distraction, to time him and see if he ever came late or not at all. Eventually it became curiosity for him and subtle interest.

Jungkook, as you found out through your friend who seemed to know everyone who ever walked the streets, was unbelievable attractive which was what caught your attention the first day. He wore his leather jacket a little oversized but perfectly fitting for him, it was either black or bright red no in between, from time to time he would switch it for leather pants and a black plain shirt. You, not so secretly, looked forward to those days in particular to enjoy how his thigh muscles would move so smoothly. Then spend the rest of the day cursing yourself for being a pervert.

You had taken over your parent’s accessory store for a week while they were on vacation but then chose to stay even after they came back for the fun of it. And for Jungkook. But mainly for the stories and funny occurrences that would take place everyday, from cutesy couples to oblivious boyfriends. Did I mention for Jungkook ?

As more days passed, you found yourself with more and more eager to know about him. The mystery shadow he roamed along with the little information you got of him didn’t make it any better. However, as nosy as you could be, you were shy and he was slightly intimidating to even consider to approach so you settled for just the small second you got of him passing by.

Jungkook was also always by himself; you never saw him interact with another human being whatsoever, and saw him smile just as much. Which was never. His lips, no matter how beautiful they are, never curled into even the tiniest smiles in front of you or showed another expression other than the stern and threatening gaze. He would always walk with straight back, straight face, and perfectly groomed hair radiating the tough guy aura which always sparkled admiration from you, who was the complete opposite. In other words, you were hooked and crushing hard. One-sidedly.

The two times you had, for lack of better term, interacted with him left you with heightened nervousness and desire. One more than the other but you decide which.

The first had been weeks ago, being the one to prick real interest in him, the one to make your heart flutter beyond repair. The clock hit 8pm and, like a routine, you turned closer to the window. A few seconds and he was passing by with the same perfect posture and more than perfect expressionless features. As always, living up to the bad boy image he held with pride apparently.

Jungkook stopped and turned to look at you, not even blinking as he stared intently and directly into your eyes. His head tilted back as if he was posing for a picture, not that you would deny his mode-like existance, maybe he was. Maybe he was making fun of your constant staring. Did he notice ?

If you weren’t frozen in your place with his icy eyes looking through you and heart racing out of your chest as if trying to escape you, probably out of embarrassment, you would have ran away. His stare was too strong, too mesmerizing, and too intoxicating.

Then just like that, he left. You felt small. Like you had been the prey that just been pushed off the space and didn’t exist. He didn’t same fazed by your presence or by looking at you for long seconds, it was unnerving.

The second time was no better, if not worse. But in someway, it was a tad more so you couldn’t mind. After you gathered your breath and your vision.

Jungkook walked into the store when you weren’t paying attention, he had already passed a half-hour prior to that so you didn’t expect it. You just went back to organizing the pieces that just came in that day, humming to yourself one of the popular songs that somehow made it into you unconsciousness.

You turned and there he was standing, his hair pushed back in utter perfection and his leather pants hugging his form in the most sensual way possible, the closest he had ever been. Your heart did a painful flip and dropped, you were startled back a step.

His expression didn’t change one bit even when he met your wide eyes looking back at him. He moved past you to look at the earrings, the same ones he had on, and you wondered why he would consider them since they were completely identical. You noticed because your eyes scanned his every detail with devouring attention because he might never be this near. To repeat it again, you were hooked.

“ Is this the only color you got ?” He spoke softly and just as you expected, his voice was mesmerizing to the ear as well. You never wanted him to shut up.

“ Uh ?” You titled your head a little to look at where he was pointing, focusing more on his fingers than on the actual piece “ Yes, we only have them in silver but I can look in the back for you. Maybe we have more ”

“ No ” He rasped turning away from you again “ Stay there ”. You tried to busy yourself with a few papers, which content you couldn’t even grasp, to distract yourself from the human sculpture at hand reach calling for you. While, of course, stealing a few glances here and there of him. The heat inside of you was going crazy with his mere presence, what was wrong with you ?

“ What do girls like these days ?” Maybe he is one of the clueless boyfriend ? He has a girlfriend ? You internally panicked while moving slowly and calmly towards him from behind the counter. He idly stood in front of the girl bracelet’s section with a confused look and two bracelets in hand. They were complete opposite, one had been the most colorful mess you had ever laid eyes on and the other was complete black with shimmering gray here and there.

“ Most like the colorful ones, especially the pink, that’s the ones that get most sold ” You reached for another showing him while hoping you would stutter, but maybe you could get a little info “ What kind of girl is she ? Maybe I’ll be able to match it for her ”

“ You ” He simply breathed out and your heart did more than stop, you eyes shot up to him and you gulped.

“ W-what ?” There was the nervous stutter. Jungkook wasn’t even looking at you when he smirked, he was definitely mocking you.

“ I meant which one you would like, I think she has the same taste ” He looked you up and down for a moment before nodding. Again, subtle, calm, but unnerving.

“ Ah… I thought… of course not … ” You had to slap yourself in your head to not fuck it up “ I would prefer the black one ” You blurred out.

“ I see, okay ” You took that as your signal to move out of his way and go back to rolling in self-pity over your disaster.

However, you didn’t mind it. You at least got to look at him during the entire time. It not like you had the slightest chance even without a girlfriend, he was clearly out of your league by miles.

Jungkook moved from side to side like he was stalling something, one hand buried in his pockets while the other brushed against the plastic wrapper of whatever caught his eyes. You couldn’t believe that you would ever consider such small action as sensual or in anyway arousing until you saw his fingers feather over the packaging like he was secretly making love to it. Or maybe you were letting your mind run wild.

Get your shit together, Y/N. You scolded yourself shaking your head in disbelief of your own thoughts. Dirty images that involuntarily made their way into your brain. You weren’t so mad about it, for the sake of honesty.

“ T-that would be 40.000 won ” You wrapped in the plastic bag the best you could with your discomposed self.

“ Thank you ” Even though a smile was expected in such situation, he did not faltered.

“ You’re welcome ” You said cheerfully “ Hope you come again ” biting your lip, you looked away. Hope you come again ? That’s the best you could do ? Really ?

Jungkook bowed his head and you missed the slight twitch in his eyebrows as he watched your inner turmoil before finally exiting the store. Probably wondering what the hell was wrong with you and taking a mental note to never comeback.

You remorsefully followed him until he was out of your sight then breathed out a long held sigh. The short meeting didn’t do much to quench your curiosity for him as much as it fueled it further. Which you absolutely needed. Being close, so close, to him was undeniably electrifying. More so than any of the others you’ve been much more intimate with in the past.

His gaze alone, so cold and distant but still entrapping, had drawn you beyond return and left you with more questions than you started out with. Which, again, you absolutely needed.

If he had a girlfriend, why was he never with her ? Because you were sure as hell that if he was your boyfriend you wouldn’t let him wander around looking that hot for everyone to stare at. Maybe a sister ? You locked it away in the back of your mind to deal with it once you didn’t have to close down and go home. You would let the thoughts keep you company through the way, as one does.


Days passed again and nothing particular happened. You would take over the store, as usual, at 1 PM then stay there until 9 before going home. You anticipated seeing him with less patience after the last time, wanting to hear his voice once more and cleanse your soul with the perfectly proportioned features. You were letting your admiration spill again. Not that you would admit it. Okay, maybe you would.

“ It’s raining like hell today ” Your friend whined as she hugged the window and traced lines over the fog of her own continuously produced sighs “ I hate rainy days ”

“ Why ?” You pulled her collar peeling her off the glass that you spent more than enough time wiping down just before she walked in to ruin everything “ It smells nice when it rains ”

“ You know I like complaining, let me live ” She pouted at you before laughing at herself and the disgusted look you gave her.

“ Shut up and leave ”

“ You just want me out to wait for prince charming in peace ” She grabbed her bag and umbrella, purposely avoiding your glare “ You should talk to him already. You’ve been drooling over the thought of it for months now ”

“ We did talk ” You shot back, proud of yourself.

“ You call that talking ? He probably doesn’t even know you exist ”

“ Can you no-”

“ You can’t even deny it ” She chuckled.

“ Leave before I make you regret it ” You stepped toward her threateningly and she backed down with her hands up in feigned defeat but a cheeky smile twisting in her lips.

“ Fine but be careful on the way back. Maybe ask prince charming to take you back ” She quickly ran away before you could unleash your wrath at her.

You waited but he never showed up. This was the first time he had disappeared and it did make you worry about him. Then snap yourself back to reality that you didn’t even know him why were you even worried. That didn’t stop your concern one bit.

The rain was getting heavier and the world darker so you decided to call it a day early and close down, that’s when he showed up. He passed with a fast pace, his shoes creating a disturbance in the rhythmic song the rain was producing. Jungkook walked the opposite way, you didn’t see him go that way earlier but it was as if he had been leaving.

His hair was messy from the rain hitting it repeatedly and his clothes soaked to the core. He also looked fairly unamused. You had a spare umbrella so you thought you could lend it to him. A good deed that you will most likely regret but whatever, he looked like he would catch a cold. You grabbed it and ran after him, not caring about getting wet yourself, he had gotten quite far away but it didn’t take you long to catch up.

“ Excuse me ” You called after him but he didn’t seem to notice or just thought it wasn’t addressed to him. So, you spoke louder “ Jungkook-shi”. This time he stopped immediately and looked over his shoulder at you. You came to a halt in front of him, out of breath and you hair out of place, but you still smiled.

“ How do you know my name ?” The venom in his words shocked the smile out of your face and you stood in the rain perplexed for a moment.

“ I…”

“ Are you a stalker or something ?” He bit his slick lips and swallowed the rest of his words when he could differentiate the tears in your eyes from the raindrops.

“ What ? No … I … Just wanted to … give you this ” Your head dropped low as you pushed the umbrella to him “ I’m really sorry … I didn’t mean to seem … Sorry ”

Jungkook’s eyes fixed onto the umbrella as he took it, more like you forced it on him out of shame, before traveling back to your teary eyes that only stayed on him for a split second. You bowed, formally, then ran back to the store.

Jungkook stood there under the pouring rain for a good minute just glaring at the umbrella like it insulting his whole family, guilt and resentment for himself welling up like the water at his feet.


“ I was wondering when you’ll give up ” It was almost 1p.m and you were still in your bed wrapped completely under the covers to hide your puffy sleepless eyes. Your mom had been teasing you every chance she got about not going to the store since she made a bet with your father and apparently won.

“ I’m just sick, mom, I’ll go once I feel better ” Your voice was raspy from crying but it was a good evidence of a cold so your mom believed you easily.

“ Whatever you say ” She tamed your hair down with an apologetic touch “ There’s chicken soup in the kitchen, have some of it before going back to sleep ”

“ Okay, mom ” You turned your back facing her and buried your face further down your pillow. She walked out your room whispering the words How did she even manage to catch a cold.

You remembered the way he looked at you, with displease. What made you think you could just … You were an idiot.

“ I deserved it ” You mumbled wiping away the last of your tears. Who goes up to a stranger in the middle of a deserted street and complete dark with an umbrella. It was normal he thought you were a stalker. You would be freaked out yourself if that ever happened to you. However, it still pierced your chest how he spoke to you. Like you were the worst person to walk the earth.

Maybe it was time to give up this unrequited crush over him, he seemed like a rude asshole when in the end you were trying to help him. It was creepy on your part but still. You decided that yeah, it has maybe taken too much of your interest already and this was your sign to let it rest and spread your attention on something else. What you mind couldn’t grasp completely is how angry he looked even before you talked to him as if he was about to empty his frustration on the next person and it just happened to be little unlucky you.

After the initial anger faded, Jungkook sunk into guilt every time he remembered the hurt in your eyes. He didn’t mean for it to turn out like this, not one bit. There weren’t really many ways to relay how sorry he was than to actual speak the words but that’s where the problem stood. Jungkook was never really good with words, or anything emotional. Which was the reason behind his outburst, too much pent up emotions that lead to that inevitable downfall.

One argument with his friend/employer had poured in the last drop that eventually drowned the glass to the rim. He had one obvious solution, talking to you the next day. However, you weren’t there. Not that day, not the one after, not even two days down the road. He was getting the unsettling feeling that it was because of him but then again who is he to push you to such decision. He thought. Jungkook, in his head, just considered himself an asshole that you had a mishap with and would brush off in the end. That was why he stayed as the bad boy that passed by the store everyday while pretending to not notice.

Now, instead of you counting down the minutes to 8p.m, he was. Waiting outside of the store for you to show up but it was never you. He found a middle aged lady that didn’t really look approachable – not that he would tell you after finding out it’s your mother – and he was always intimidated by adults. Even though he was supposed to be one himself but it wasn’t very hard to figure out he really wasn’t. Not with his poor sense of control.

Then he saw you, his heart beating in his chest, you were idly sitting inside with your eyes skimming through a book. It felt different, being the one to comfortably look at you. He mustered up the courage he has in him and went inside with slow but long strides.

You looked up from your book to welcome the client and it was none other than Jungkook. He looked as if he had shed his tough look for a casual one, blue loose jeans and an oversized white shirt that hung onto his every chest muscle but you weren’t focusing on that. Definitely not. His hair was messy and down covering his eyebrows and almost half-way his eyes. He looked … normal. Different than you had ever seen him. He looked almost like a puppy. A puppy you would love to -

“ Welcome ” You said with a dead tone, one you didn’t even give your normal clients, and turned back to your book. Ignoring the swell in your heart. Are you a stalker or something ?

“ Look, I …” Jungkook started, not so confident of himself, and you think you actually heard him stutter.

“ What can I help you with ?” You put down the book and stood up, only now taking notice of the height difference between the two of you and you suddenly felt small.

“ I want to say sorry for … That day ” Jungkook lowered his gaze to his own hands with a frown “ I was kinda an asshole ”

“ Kinda ?” You blurred out before realizing and would’ve regretted it if he didn’t slowly nod sighing.

“ Okay, I was ” His eyes met yours again, and no your heart didn’t flutter, “ I had a fight with a friend and it just-”

“ It’s okay, don’t bother yourself with it. I wasn’t expecting an apology anyways from so-”

“ someone like me ” He completed your words and this time you did feel regret. The hurt in his eyes seemed quite, if not more, similar to the one you had that night. “ I understand if you think I’m …”

“ No really, It’s okay, I didn’t take it to heart ”

“ I tried to apologize earlier than this, the day after actually, but you were never here. I waited and waited but you didn’t show up ” At this point, your eyes were wide and googly, your lips parting to speak something that you weren’t even sure of yourself so you settled for silence.

“ I want to make it up for you.”

“ You don’t have to, really, I accept your apology” You forced the smile onto your lips and he smiled back. You never imagines the stern face would have such a cute and lovely bunny smile but it somehow made you giggle to finally see him smile. It took you being called a stalker and getting a bad cold for three days to finally see the expressionless sculpture breaking its mask.

“ Can I at least walk you home ?” His tone was pleading but just in case you didn’t fully get the idea he whispered a muffled please. Who were you to refuse such a request.

“ Sure ” You breathed out with a shrug “ I close up in thirty minutes, if you’re willing to wait that long ”

“ Absolutely can ” Jungkook’s face lit up with a bright and shy smile again. You were starstruck, the all-mighty Jungkook was acting like this with you. Okay, you were ready to forgive him. And it was absolutely not because you were, again, hooked. I think it has been said too many time, you get the idea.

You stole small glances at each other between customers and he followed you with his eyes every time you were helping someone. Indeed, your smile was breathtaking, not that he needed confirmation for it but it was nice.

“ Let me ” He reached up for the metal door, pulling it down for you to lock, you stood back admiring.

“ Show off ” You mumbled under your breath but enough for him to hear. He scoffed before glaring at you slightly nudging you up.

“ What did you say ?”

“ You heard me ”

“ I’ll have you know that I don’t show off, I don’t need to ” He winked sheepishly at you and you just rolled your eyes before pointing at the direction of your house.

“ Whatever you say, your majesty ” You shrugged at the title with a scoff and he just laughed. You don’t think you heard something more beautiful.

“ You should smile more ” You looked down, blushing obviously, fidgeting with the zipper on your bag.

“ You should never stop ”

“ Do you always flirt with people you’re apologetic to ?”

“ No, I don’t usually feel sorry for anything but you … ” He trailed off and, surprisingly, his cheeks turned slightly red.

“ I am … what ?” You arched your eyebrow at him, searching for his eyes that were hidden under his fringe.

“ Okay, can I tell you something but you promise not to laugh ?”

“ Dare I laugh at his majesty ”

“ Stop that ” but he did laugh, slightly but it was there, “ So, I … this is stupid, nevermind.”

“ No, please, go on. You got me all curious ” You pouted at him with doe eyes and how could he refuse such request.

“ I’ve had my eyes on you for a while ” Who sounds like a stalked now, Jungkook He hit himself internally and sighed “ But I didn’t think you would like someone like me

“ Jungkook-shi ” You falttered “ When I said ’ someone like you ’ I didn’t mean it in the pejorative sense but like you were on another level ”

“ What ? Wait… really ?” He laughed, maybe too hard to emphasis his point “ You think I am ?”. You just looked puzzled and it made him giggle even more. “ It funny because I was thinking the same of you ”

You suddenly stopped walking and stared at him in disbelief. Was he mocking you ?

“ Why do you think I never talked to you and even when I did … I didn’t have enough courage to confess then I just fucked it up that night. I didn’t think you would even glance my way or talk to me after that since I was really a jerk to you and you were just trying to give me a bloody um-”

“ Jungkook … Jungkook !” You yelled out and he stopped his continuous blabbering to let you talk “ Confess what ?”

“ I … hmm … this is not how Yoongi-hyung told me it would go ” He ruffled his hair, which only made it fluffier and made you want to touch it even more.

“ Who is yoongi ?”

“ I’ll introduce you next time ” Next time ? There was going to be a next time ? “ Anyways, I came into the shop to ask you out but you didn’t seem-” You started laughing, catching him by surprise.

“ This is really weird ”

“ What is ?”

“ Nothing ” You coughed, aiming for it to end your laugh but you couldn’t help but let out another chuckle “ Please, do go on ”. It didn’t feel like you were talking to the untouchable Jeon Jungkook that used to pass by your store at 8p.m with his gelled up hair and black leather jacket and apparent nasty personality. He was actually pretty nice, more comfortable to be with than you had imagined.

“ I don’t know, you looked like you were more scared than interested ”

“ That was me being interested. If you haven’t really noticed you kinda look intimidating when you’re not-” You stared him up and down as you inched towards your house, and for the first time ever, you wished it was farther away than just this “ Looking like a normal person ”

“ Are you calling me abnormal ?”

“ I am not not calling you abnormal ”

“ You … What ?” Jungkook looked confused and you laughed again. Something you didn’t think you would do much around him.

The two of you eventually stopped in front of your house and it was time to say goodbye. Neither of you wanted to. The street was only lit with a flickering light bulb but it was enough to see the conflict in his eyes as he looked intently and steadily into yours. His gaze seemed to travel away from yours and down your face before it shot back up nervously. You found yourself doing the same, focusing on the small beauty spot under his plump lips to not focus on what you craved more.

“ I … really want to kiss you right now ” He finally spoke and your cheeks heat up at the sudden confession. But, after all, he was speaking what was on both your minds “ But I’m not going to ” He added to your disappointment.

“ Why ?” You tried not to sound desperate but it was kinda not working. Kinda.

“ I want to take it slow, to show you that I really do like you ”

“ you like me ?”

“ Wasn’t that obvious enough ?”

“ Y/N ”

“ You never asked me my name ”

“ I found out the same way you got mine. Sorry again for calling you a stalker ”

“ Can we drop that ?” You felt the embarrassment again from the word.

“ I like you ” Much better.

“ I needed to hear it ” You giggled “ it feels great coming from your lips ”. Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned his lips because the next moment he was leaning in and they were closer to your eyes. So, you closed them and bit the inner of your cheeks waiting for the impact but it never came. Instead of kissing you, he connected his lips to your forehead and pressed them tightly. His hand held the back of your head as he did so. You were ready to die right there and then, if they let you.

He pulled away biting his own lip looking as flustered as a teenager with his first love. Which you later found out it was true.

You, on the other hand, weren’t so keen on taking it slow when you had been for months. You took the step that separated you and tiptoed to quickly peck him on the lips. Speaking of teenagers with first love complex. It was quick but you got to taste them, and you never wanna be away from it again. However, your cheeks were getting too heated and you were sure they were as red as blood by now. He didn’t look any better so you ran inside.

“ Your umbrella !” He screamed when you closed the garden’s door, waving the item in the air.

“ Give it to me next time ”

“ Next time ?” so there was going to be a next time Jungkook smiled to himself like a fool, moving his body restlessly from side to side while gripping his lips between his teeth.

He was hooked.

“ hold on though ” He mumbled to himself “ what does pejorative mean anyways ? ”

Hope you liked it guys, let me know what you thought as always. Now imma go back to my maid duties.

Some reassuring facts about high school from someone who graduated high school a few years back, for the anon: 

  • no one gives a shit about high school once you graduate. the only people who care are ones who peaked in high school
  • you won’t regret not going to more school events. in high school, everyone said I would regret not going to my prom, not going to dances, and not going to rallies. honestly? I don’t regret it one bit. 
  • what happens in high school doesn’t determine the outcome of your life. If you fuck up, it’s not the end of the world. 
  • you probably won’t be in contact with any people from high school unless you actually make some effort. Usually it’s just trivial facebook interactions and weird happy birthday posts. 
  • no one remembers that dumb rumor about you (except for the person who started it). 
  • the popular kids in high school aren’t the popular kids after high school. 
  • if you were embarrassed by the dumb things you did last year, it’s a good sign. you’re growing. you know you’re successful when you can’t remember high school because it’s just one cringe-y repressed memory. 
  • community college is a good & valid option. One of my friends dropped out of high school to get a full time job because his girlfriend got pregnant. Once his kid started going to school, he got his GED and started studying at the community college. He just started as transfer student at Stanford studying materials engineering. 
  • and again, no one cares about high school once you graduate high school
How The Mars Signs Will Get You Back To Their Place ;)
  • Aries Mars: very straight foreword, finds people in a relationship attractive because they like the challenge, will be extremely obvious with their flirting because they don't play games, probably has a bad bitch mentality
  • Taurus Mars: will compliment you to death, from your hair to your cologne/perfume, will seem very genuine but not exactly hiding their intentions, will make the night all about the one person they're after, makes you feel like their one and only
  • Gemini Mars: if you hear a large crowd laughing, you can guarantee at the center is a Gemini Mars telling the joke. Usually not the type to pursue, they like people who like them, so they will spend the night being the life of the party, telling loud stories and waiting for the person who loves the class clown to come to them. (They are total kink masters so if you go home with one, be prepared for a wild night)
  • Cancer Mars: super sweet, not really a go-getter and will spend a lot of time just watching the scene, always dressed to impress they will be the adorable pouty powder puff in the corner, waiting for price/princess charming to take them home. Just a cute, quite type looking for their Dom ;)
  • Leo Mars: they will be after the hottest and baddest person there, always down for a challenge much like Aries, they will be telling crazy stories and trying way to hard to impress, they command the attention of a room and will respond to flattery. If you compliment them and let them know you think they are cool, you're theirs. Just know they can be selfish in bed. They like to run the show
  • Virgo Mars: despite common misconception, this sign in Mars aren't super picky and are attracted to the cute wallflower type or the insecure uncomfortable looking people at a party. They will be happy to start a conversation with anyone unassuming and genuinely want to get to know you, they like to be the helper and will get you anything you need, a new drink, some snacks or a back rub. They can be very methodical but will still want ultimately to make you happy. Probably will have no problem getting it on in the car before you even get to their house
  • Libra Mars: by far the most charming and pickiest there, they will be seen attracting anyone and everyone with their all around good guy/gal routine. They are the most honest and real seeming people and extremely friendly. They want someone who is an equal in their eyes, which can be hard to find since they set high standards for themselves. They will be the one doing to choosing, and consider yourself lucky to go home with a libra Mars, they will take what you give and throw it right back, only cooler
  • Scorpio Mars: not usually into one night stands, they are extremely sensual and want to have long conversations with you and get to know you in and out before they take you home, super attracted to the unique or interesting looking people at the party, they can be found talking quietly on a couch with oddball of the party in all black or that has crazy colored hair. If they choose you, you're going to have a loooong night ahead of you, they like to take their time and teasing is important foreplay for them
  • Sagittarius Mars: another very straight foreword sign, they don't mess around. They will be playfully open about their intentions and are usually down for rough housing and cute innocent banter/little debates as a way to get that across. A very simple Bunch, they just want to get you home, get theirs, and get out
  • Capricorn Mars: honestly pretty boring when it comes to getting people home, these people aren't chasing anyone or wanting to be chased. They are the steadfast, sturdy statue of the group and aren't usually open about what they do in the bedroom. They like the older type, but aren't super picky. If they like you, they may talk to you but keep it discrete if they ask you to come back with them. Expect a very normal experience with them, unless you make it very clear you want something crazy.
  • Aquarius Mars: always the weird ones of the bunch, they already think they're the coolest and could care less if you're after them or not. Usually have a cooler that you demeanor and will be talking about their various odd hobbies to find someone who is as weird as them to take home. Talk a big game about what they'll do to you, but they might not hold up their end of the bargain. This sign likes to talk about it more than the actual act, so a top is a Better fit for them but they will let you know if you do something they don't like
  • Pisces: by far the hardest to pin down, if you can't quite put your finger on them they are probably a Pisces Mars. Can play either side of the coin as far as in charge or submissive, they cater to the needs of the person talking to them. Generally aim to please. If you make them feel needed and wanted they will fall in love for the night. Since they love fantasy, they can be into some freaky stuff and will never judge you for your weird kinks. Over the top displays of affection and being candid about what you want get them going

the “more hydrated than you but discreet about it” friend: starter pack

  • always carrying around water or tea, secretly a little proud of this
  • probably a filthy perfectionist
  • will predictably (quietly) locate the nearest toilet and make use of it whenever there’s a convenient opportunity
  • “hey where did ____ go- oh, right”
  • goes to the toilet with a friend, friend hears them peeing and makes some dumbass “wow u really had to go?” comment, internally they’re like ????? why are you making this weird
  • won’t interrupt unless it’s important, they have so much practice holding it until a more convenient time that it doesn’t come up very often
  • has a lot more desperate moments than you know about

anyway tag your fav character lol

Just started Wooden Overcoats

1. I’m literally Antigone, like why are you making me leave the house, noooo (unless there’s a weird indie foreign film or a cute person I want to bang, and then noooo why are you trying to make me work, yes I’m leaving the house for the second time this week, byyyeee)

2. Self care is strapping a walkie talkie to your pet mouse and having her conduct recon in a coffee shop, accidentally starting a health code panic and ruining your minimum wage employee’s date

Barrel Aged Imperial Cherry Stout (Breckenridge)
Brewery : Breckenridge
Beer : Barrel Aged Imperial Cherry Stout
Style : Stout / Imperial Stout
Variance : Brewed with Sweet-Sour Montmorency Tart Cherries from Washington State and Aged in 50% Whiskey and 50% Port Wine Barrels

9 / 10

Ok, ok, ok, ok, I’ll admit it. Ever since selling to InBev I haven’t really sought out any of Breckenridge’s beers but now I just feel like a huge fucking asshole that I ever doubted them because this beer is killer. I really didn’t think it was possible to barrel age a beer especially in 2 separate barrels and still have it be smoother than Emma Robert’s butthole but somehow these guys pulled it off like a used condom. Unless some of you readers leave it on afterwards which makes you really friggin’ weird. A super silky chocolate covered cherry flavor starts things off with a very light alcohol flavor with more milk chocolate mixing in quickly after with a mix of sweetness and a slight tartness from the cherries before ending with a mix of whiskey and wine flavor with more of those chocolate covered cherries joining in to wrap things up. Breckenridge straight up knocked this one out of the park and regardless whatever your feelings might be about breweries that are purchased from the axis of evil, this is still 100% worth your time and is absolutely fucking delicious. If this is your first in the style consider yourself the luckiest bastard alive because this is an incredible intro into barrel aged beers and imperial stouts in general so make sure you pick this beauty in the Brewery Lane Series up ASAP. As for you members of the bastard drinking crew, get off of your fucking high horse and pick this up because it absolutely kicks ass.

Written by: Steve B.


Huckleberry Ripple: Hey, Cas!

Cascade: Hey, how’s it going, Huck?

Huckleberry Ripple: I, uh, wanted to ask you something…

Cascade: Sure, shoot.

Huckleberry Ripple: I was wondering if you…wanted to go to prom with me? I mean, as friends, of course!!! It’s not weird, right?

Cascade: I mean, it’s not unless you make it weird… Sure, that sounds like fun, why not?

Meanwhile, Ondine was also asked to prom by Lilac Breeze (but I’m a goof and didn’t take pictures of them talking…).

Huckleberry Ripple Sundae was made by the talented @morgibritt! I aged him up to a teen so he could play this part.

some of the ppl on this website think “romanticize” is like… the same thing as “normalize”…

anonymous asked:

alya and chloe 8 (but that might be a little bit weird looking unless you can make it look really gay so if not alya and chloe 10)

8- Reluctantly from the Cuddle Prompt list!

“No, I’m all gross and sticky!” Chloé said, trying to push Alya away from her, but it seemed her wife wasn’t having any of it.  

“I don’t care, I haven’t seen you in two weeks!” Alya reasoned as she continued to keep her arms around Chloé.

Two weeks! Two weeks of meetings and cocktail parties and socialization in the name of negotiations and her wife stuck in the city because of work.  Chloé would have been much happier if Alya had come with her to Amsterdam.  Chloé would have been a lot happier if the air system in the jet had been turned down.  There were a lot of things that would have made Chloé happier.

Yet she could help the small smirk on her face as she looked at her wife, just happy to see her again.  Still, Chloé put a small effort to try to remove her wife off her person once more.  “You’ll have me all to yourself for a long time now.  Can’t we get home so I can have a shower and change of cloths.”

Alya’s eyes light up.  “Yes, let’s get home!”

The smirk on Chloé’s face grew.  “Can we get home now is the question.”

Chloé’s driver wondered when the newlywed stage would end as Alya wasn’t even trying to be in her own seat as she snuggled up to Chloé.  He was just thankful they were only just cuddling in the back!

All right, I’m not gonna lie to you guys.  This got stuck halfway done in my drafts and I completely forgot about it.  But hey, better late than never, right?

So I love vaguely nerdy things that you can wear out in public without attracting too much attention.  Especially vaguely nerdy things that keep you warm!  If you’re after a really comfy hoodie from your favorite show that will hold up through the wash, check out the instructions below the cut!

Materials you will need:

  • 2.5-3.5yds hoodie fabric (sweatshirt fleece, microfleece, etc)
  • A small quantity of knit ribbing (x2)
  • Separating zipper
  • Dye (optional)

Keep reading


that shoulder shrug (╯v╰)

[PLS BEAR WITH ME, this is an OC drabble so you can ignore this POST IM SORRY, so yeah little drabble under the cut to go with this drawing, TL;DR: Jack is the one that finds Daniel in the abandoned Talon laboratory]

Keep reading

Avengers Imagine - Period

In which the reader is on her period. This is my first attempt at this kind of thing, but I always read them and I thought they’d be fun to make :) Enjoy! WARNING: There’s cuteness, boob touching, and a little bit of period explaining.


Tony Stark/Iron Man:

“Sweetheart, where are you?” Tony said from the other room in the house.

You let out a low groan and roll over onto your stomach on the couch, trying to ease the cramps that had decided to take over. Your period had decided to surprise you not even an hour ago and your fiancé, Tony, had just returned from work.

“Honey, what is it?” he asked and sat on the couch next to you. “Did something happen?”

“Yeah, my aunt flow came to town today,” you said in an irritated tone.

“I see. Well, I’ll get the eviction underway,” he said and patted your butt gently and stood up. “Peanut Butter pancakes for dinner with a side of hot chocolate?”

“That sounds heavenly,” you said, mouth watering already.

Tony went to the kitchen, but shortly returned with a warm pad.

“What’s this?” you asked, peeking at him.

“A useful invention called a heating pad. You put it over your… lady bits, and it makes everything better, so I hear,” he said, urging me to roll over.

You took the warm pillow-like article and placed it over your lower belly and felt instant releif, letting out a contented sigh that was bordering on a moan.

“I see you have a new boyfriend,” Tony huffed.

“Yes, an inanimate object is your obvious replacement,” you remarked with a smirk.

“I hope you’re very happy together,” Tony falsely sniffled and walked back to the kitchen.

He returned a few minutes later with a tray full of pancakes and two large mugs of hot chocolate and gestured for me to sit up and eat with him.

“FRIDAY, can you put on Y/N’s favorite chick flick?” Tony asked, head pointed towards the ceiling slightly.

“Of course. Now streaming ‘Mean Girls’,” FRIDAY responded and the movie began playing on the wall opposite us.

You couldn’t help but tear up at the kindness he had, so you leaned over and kissed his syrup coated lips.

“What happened to your boyfriend?” Tony quirked a brow.

You rolled your eyes. “Tony, I’m marrying you. Not a heating pad that can’t even talk.”

“In that case, I’ll have him removed from the building,” he smirked and kissed back. You lay on top of him and watched the movie, him stroking your hair gently until you fell asleep.

Steve Rogers/Captain America:

Steve walked into the room and handed you a chocolate bar.

“Thanks, babe. What’s this for?” you asked as he sat next to you.

“I accidentally knocked over the trash in the bathroom and a tampon wrapper rolled out… So I just assumed that you’re.. bleeding,” he said, his cheeks flushing red.

“Aw, thank you, Steve..” you said and kissed his cheek and opened up the much needed chocolate bar.

“Is there anything I can do?” he asked gently.

“I mean, unless you can make these cramps and a weird need for chocolate go away, then no,” you joked and ate the bar he gave you.

Steve nodded and got back up, heading towards the key rack by the door.

“Where are you going..?” you asked in a slightly pitiful voice.

“I’m getting my girl what she wants–chocolate,” he said, putting his jacket on and smiling.

“Aw, Steve.. You don’t have to do that…“ you told him.

“Well I want to,” he said and waved as he walked out the door. He returned within about a half an hour, bearing a large bag full of things.

“I didn’t know your favorite kind, so I figured you could try them all,” he said and brought the bag over to where you sat on your bed.

You giggled at him. “Oh, Steve… Only if you try them, too!”

“Well I guess we’d better get going,” Steve said and sat you in his lap as he started unwrapping the first piece of chocolate. You spent the evening eating chocolate and cuddling–exactly what you needed to soothe the raging hormones and various other symptoms of being a woman.


Irritated and sore almost everywhere, you decided to lie down with a hot water bottle and a piece of your favorite literature. You began reading and your mind wandered, calming you down. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted movement and a mane of golden locks.

“Thor?” you asked, an eyebrow raised in concern after seeing his hesitant stance at the foot of your bed.

“The Captain and his partially metal friend advised me to not approach you…” he spoke softly. “But, I must say, not having you near me has been quite a task…”

Your mild irritation at his interruption softened and you smiled kindly at him, then motioned for him to sit with you. You shifted, trying not to move your chest too much, for your breasts were extremely swollen and tender.

Thor inched close to you and cautiously draped his arm around your shoulder. Letting him know his touch was welcomed, you scooted closer to him, pressing your breast against his chest unintentionally. You winced and let out a small groan.

“Did I hurt you?” Thor asked, panic very present in his voice.

“No, my boobs just hurt from my period is all…” you said and rubbed it.

Suddenly, both of Thor’s large hands were cupping and massaging your breasts, his face twisted in concentration.

“Umm….” you said. You and he had had sex plenty of times, but he never seemed too terribly fascinated with your breasts–he was more of an ass guy, really.

“I thought this is how you alleviate pain?” Thor said.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess… I just didn’t think you’d want to give my chest a rub down,” you commented, his massive hands actually soothing the ache and weight your breasts carried.

Thor smirked and kissed your lips, still gently kneading the sore mounds.

“Though I am unhappy you’re in pain, I quite like touching you this way…” he said once he pulled away from your lips. “Is this why I was warned to stay away from you? Because you’re in pain?”

You sighed. Of course Thor didn’t understand periods. You went on to explain that on earth, women have menstrual cycles and that right now, your body is shedding the inner lining of your uterus. Thor frowned and grimaced through the explanation, but kept massaging your chest.

“But.. you’re okay? This isn’t a terminal sickness?” he asked and you laughed for the first time that day.

“No, Thor, I’m not going to die,” you told him and kissed his lips.

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow:

You were bedridden due to an intense stomach ache, coupled with a headache. Natasha was out on a mission and feeling this way without her made you feel even worse. You laid in bed and sulked, but also tried not to throw up. Just in case, though, you had a bucket. This was definitely one of the more severe period symptoms you’ve had in a long time, but nonetheless it was very present.

“Babe, I’m home,” Nat’s voice rang out through the apartment you shared.

“In here,” you groaned. She came in and saw you and you heard her gasp a slight bit.

“Oh, dear… How long have you been sick?” she asked you and set her bag down then knelt so you could see her face. She had barely a scratch, as always.

“Just today.. It’s my time of the month…” you said and placed a hand on her cheek. She gave you a knowing look and kissed your hand.

“I’ll get the movies and some Midol,” she said and left, quickly returning with a pill bottle, a cup you assumed was full of water, and a few DVDs.

“Oh, what would I do without you,” you commented as she popped the first movie in and joined you on the bed.

“You’d probably be dead,” she mused and you shrugged.

“Thank you for always taking care of me… I know it isn’t fun,” you told her as she snuggled into you. You knew it wasn’t a good time for either of you when you got your period. She didn’t get periods, what with the operation she underwent, and that wasn’t a fun reminder. You tried to keep your symptoms to a minimum for her sake, but sometimes it gets so bad that you can’t get up.

“I don’t mind, I love you,” she said to you and hugged you closer, rubbing your bloated tummy affectionately.

You smiled and kissed her head as you both enjoyed her being back home.

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch:

“Wanda, can you pick up some chocolate for me on your way home, dear??” you texted her, holding a heating pad to your ruthlessly painful lower abdomen.

“Of course, sweetie. I’ll get some more tampons, too,” the message she send said.

“You’re amazing and I love you,” I sent her and went to try and sleep the pain away.

You were suddenly lying on a beach, gazing at the water and feeling the sand beneath your body. The heat of the sun warmed you and soothed your aches.

“I know it’s you doing this, Wanda…” I said even though I couldn’t see her. I looked around and saw that no one was there on this beach she had created in my mind for me.

I stood up and walked towards the water, just then noticing that I just so happened to be wearing the bikini Wanda loved seeing me in. I felt the waves crash on my toes and it all felt so real, I smiled.

“You know, it’d be better if my wife joined me…” you said. You and Wanda were newlyweds and you enjoyed referring to her as your wife because she got this cute little blush on her face and looked at the ring on her finger.

“Well, if you insist,” her voice said from behind you. Her arm looped around your bare middle and she pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.

“Thank you for this… We do have to go back to reality at some point,” you said and looked at her, she was dressed in her own bikini.

“Well yes, but I know you’d like to relax for a bit before you indulge in the chocolate I brought for you,” she said and kissed your cheek and ran to the water, diving under.

You snuck a peak at her bum as she rose from the water again. It never failed to amaze you how real her hallucinations felt. You went deeper into the lukewarm water and you and she splashed and swam for what felt like an entire day.

“Ready to go back?” she asked as you two headed out of the water.

“Yeah. I don’t want to deal with my soaked swimsuit,” you said and smiled. The vision dissolved and you opened your eyes to find her sitting there, holding an oversized chocolate bar, looking adorable as ever.

“Good morning, sleepy,” she said as you sat up and felt the cramps come back.

You smiled and leaned over and let your lips fall on her’s, tasting something so lovely and HER, it calmed you.

“Want some of this?” she asked you, gesturing to the candy she held in her hand.

You nodded and took it from her, making quick work of opening the package and taking your first bite.

“Thank you so much for this.. and the beach,” you said and smiled, offering her a piece.

“Anything for you,” she said, taking a piece of chocolate and eating it, giving you a calm smile.

Clint Barton/Hawkeye:

“Uh-oh, is it that time again?” Clint said as he walked into the bathroom to find you pulling out a tampon. Modesty between the two of you was a concept that didn’t exist. Not with your extremely sexual relationship.

“Yeah.. sorry.. Paws off for a week,” you said and slipped it in, then threw the package away.

“Well, we could lie a towel down,” he said and turned the shower on, not needing to strip as the two of you were already naked.

“Clint!” you said, astonished.

“Kidding, kidding,” he said and smiled. He extended a hand to you and you took it, getting into the shower with him.

Even though sex was a very prominent part of your relationship (you two had sex at least three times a week), Clint knew how to be a gentleman and take care of his lady when she wasn’t feeling well.

He pulled you against his chest and stroked your hair and began to rub your back in slow, wet circles.

“How about I give you a nice massage, yeah?” he suggested and you smiled against his chest.

“That would be wonderful, thank you,” you said.

You two cleaned yourselves and dried off. Clint placed you face down on the bed and ran his hands all over your back, smoothing the wet hair out of the way. He began working out all of the knots in your muscles, leaving a trail of kisses down your spine. His hand worked lower until he found the swell of your buttocks and squeezed the cheeks lightly. He rubbed them, soothing the ache on the other side of your body.

Honestly, the contact aroused you more than you’d like and you almost told him to stop, as being horny while on your period was sometimes painful. He moved to your thighs and calves, then finally your feet. He finished massaging both feet and kissed back up to your neck and nipped your ear.

“How was that?” he said in a husky voice.

“It was lovely, thank you…” you said and felt him press his growing erection to your back, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Good, I’m glad,” he said and kissed your head, slightly rolled his hips against you.

“Clint, my vagina is a bloody wasteland, so you can forget about that,” you said.

“Just had to ruin it for me, didn’t you? Alright, to the candy stash,” he said and got up, putting on a pair of boxes.

You followed him to the kitchen, throwing on one of his shirts and a pair of panties and opened up the pantry to see the various sweets the two of you kept for such occasions. You selected Starburst and some jelly beans and went back to the bedroom and turned on “Bones”. You were soon joined by Clint and you spent the day cuddling and kissing.

Bruce Banner/Hulk:

You were in pain both from your head and your cramps. It felt like someone was driving a railroad spike through your uterus and stabbing your brain repeatedly with a dull spoon. Your boyfriend was doctor, he’d know what to do.

“Bruuuce?” you asked, stepping into his room in the tower. He looked to be a little busy, but looked up nonetheless.

“Yes, petal?” he said, smiling.

“Do you have a minute?” you asked, shifting your weight to throw off the pain a little.

“Of course. What’s wrong?” he said and beckoned you over to sit on his lap.

You walked and sat on his lap gently, wrapping your arms around his neck and he placed his gently around your waist.

“I’m in a lot of pain. And since your a doctor, maybe you had some ideas or a special pill,” you said.

Bruce knitted his brows. “I’m not that kind of doctor, sweetie… have you taken ibuprofen or aspirin? Wait, why are you in pain? Did someone hurt you?”

“No, just mother nature…” you grumbled and nuzzled your face into his neck. “And yes, I took something, but it didn’t help one bit…”

He sighed and kissed your head. “Alright, let’s see what I can do.”

“Thanks, Doctor,” you sand and kissed his lips quickly.

He took you back to your room and made you drink water, first off all, then he went to the kitchen after he had successfully gotten you in bed with the covers drawn up to your chin.

“Alright, I made you some tea since I know how much you hate coffee, the caffeine should help some. Also, I made you a snack. Pineapple chunks with chocolate syrup. Also, I managed to score some Tylenol from the cabinet,” he said.

“Thank you so much,” you said and smiled at him, taking a bite of the pineapple.

“Is it good?” he asked, sitting next to you.

“Yeah, very good,” you told him and smiled.

“Good, good,” he said. After about twenty minutes, the medicine and various remedies began to subdue your pains.

“Bruce, you did it! You made me better!” You said and hugged him from behind. He turned around and hugged you properly, planting a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m glad…” he said and tilted your chin up and kissed your lips.

Sam Wilson/Falcon:

“Hey, why the long face?” Sam asked you part way through the TV episode you and he were watching together.

“I’m just not feeling very chipper, I suppose,” you shrugged.

“Well we can’t have that, now, can we?” he said.

“Please don’t tickle me,“ you said flatly. You didn’t mean to be so cold to him, you were just extremely moody and irritable, what with your period being halfway through.

“Alright, no tickles. How about we watch that burger show instead of Criminal Minds?” he suggested, reaching for the remote.

You nodded and Sam flipped through the Netflix selection until he found Bob’s Burgers. Sam was the sweetest guy you’d ever met and you were lucky enough to catch his interest, so you added guilt to your feelings when you were moody like this.

After a few chuckles from Sam, you decided to close the space between you and cuddle your boyfriend. Once you made your intentions clear by resting your head on his shoulder and an arm across his abdomen, he opened his arms and let you snuggle into him completely.

“There’s my girl.. what’s got you bugged, baby girl?” he asked.

“Period…” you grumbled.

“That why you’ve been so touchy these past couple of days? I wondered if it hadn’t started…” he said.

“I’m sorry…” you said and he chuckled and held you close.

“It’s alright… Just gotta make you laugh, is all,” he said.

“Seriously, I’m in minor pain, please don’t tickle me,” you warned.

“Knock, knock,” he said, smiling slightly.

“Oh no…” you said lowly.

“Knock, knock,” he repeated.

You sighed and gave in. “Who’s there?”

“Lettuce,” he said.

“Lettuce who?” you asked.

“Lettuce in, we’re knocking,” he completed the joke proudly. You couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Oh my god,” you said.

“Plenty more where that came from. What did the grape say when the elephant stepped on it?” he asked again.

“I don’t know, what?” you said, mildly curious about the punch line.

“Nothing, it just let out a little whine,” he said, smiling.

You actually giggled at that one, making Sam blush in achievement.

You spent the rest of the day laughing at Sam’s jokes, some of them were surprisingly funny.


Upon seeing the crimson stain in your underwear, you immediately groaned and searched the cabinet under the sink. Thankfully, there was one tampon left. You silently cursed your past self for only leaving one, requiring you to go out shopping.

“Going somewhere?” Loki asked you from his spot on the bed as you slipped your shoes on.

“Gotta go to the store…” you said in an unenthusiastic voice.

“I’ll come with you,” he said and got his own shoes on. You smiled slightly.

“I don’t know that you’ll like where we have to go,” you told him and headed out the door. Since you lived in the heart of New York, there was no need for a car.

“Why?” Loki asked and followed you, intertwining your fingers.

“Well, I need tampons, Loki,” you said bluntly and turned the corner towards the Walgreens.

“Oh…” he said and you sensed confusion.

“They’re the little sticks that girls use when they’re on their periods? You know, to catch all the blood?” you tried jogging his memory. You had explained this to your lover the first time it happened and almost every time since, but Loki didn’t grow up with the concept, so he forgot about it easily.

“Oh, yes, right,” he said and we walked into the store. “I’ll, um.. let you do that…”

I smiled and went to the feminine care aisle and picked out a couple of boxes and brought them to the counter. Once I paid for them, I noticed that Loki was standing outside, a bag in his hand.

“What did you get?” you asked him once you had joined him again.

“You, uh.. You expressed a liking for these black twist things and this frozen concoction, so I got some for you in this time of distress,” he said. You smiled at his unbearable adorableness and walked back into the house.

“Thank you, Loki. It means a lot,” you told him and took the ice cream and licorice from him and pecked his lips.

“I.. I really care for you, darling. It displeases me that you’re in pain…” he said seriously as I put the ice cream in the freezer for later.

“I care about you, too, Loki. That’s why we hold hands and kiss and cuddle,” I told him, walking back over to where he stood. “And I’m alright. It’s just cramps and some moodiness.”

“I’m sorry that when you have gone through this in the past I’ve been inattentive… Since then you have become all I think about,” Loki told you and held your hand in his.

“Aw, Loki…” you said. You leaned up and kissed his lips passionately. He returned the kiss and mirrored your passion. Throughout the day, Loki watched over you, giving you pain pills and heating pads and even went to the store again to get you more sweets.

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier:

It was about three in the morning when you awoke to the massive ache in your lower abdomen. As you became fully aware, the ache and burning only became worse, the only sort of relief you felt was switching your position. When you decided you weren’t getting any more sleep until you dealt with the pain and you kind of had to use the bathroom, you gently sat up, trying not to wake the sleeping soldier next to you. As softly as you could, you stood up and crept out of the room and to the bathroom, discovering then that you should have worn a pad to bed.

You took care of the mess and slipped a tampon in, then quietly went back to bed, getting on a new pair of panties.

“Where did you go?” Bucky’s groggy and sleepy voice said theough the darkness.

“To the bathroom, my period started,” you told him. “Go back to sleep.”

You got into bed and Bucky’s arms immediately draped around you, his metal hand spread across your lower belly, the cold sensation working to soothe your pain. Bucky held you close, your back pressed to his bare chest.

When you woke up again, Bucky wasn’t next to you. You looked and saw that it was about 10am, so he should have been back from his morning workout by now… Concerned, you got up and took care of business before going downstairs. There, you saw Bucky making breakfast.

“Bucky?” you asked, entering the kitchen further.

Bucky turned to you and smiled. “Good morning, doll. How are you doing?”

You shrugged. “Okay, I suppose. Cramps are getting worse, but that’s nothing new.”

Bucky frowned and flipped over a blueberry pancake. “Get back in bed and we’ll have breakfast up there.”

“You don’t have to do that, Bucky, I’ll just take some Midol,” you told him and pulled to bottle out of the cabinet.

“Well, I want to. You’re my girl, I wanna take care of you,” he insisted.

You became slightly emotional at his comment and kissed his cheek before returning to bed. Shortly thereafter, Bucky returned with a large tray of food. He had made scrambled eggs and blueberry pancakes with sausage links and bacon.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you told him.

He smiled and pressed his lips against yours gently. You and he spent the day cuddled up in bed, him taking the upmost of care when touching you and holding you. When you had fallen asleep in his arms, he fell asleep himself.

Just So You Know Part 2

Title: Just So You Know Part 2

Pairing: Reader x Cas

Word Count: 897

Request: Can you maybe write part 2 to just so you know. It was really cute and I loved it. Thanks. Love your blog btw.


gif source

Your name: submit What is this?


You stayed outside with Cas, losing time in his kiss and his touch. You wound your arms around him, underneath his coat, pulling him against you. It was very freeing to be able to touch him like this, be this close to him after so long of wanting to but not acting on it. 

“How long?” he murmured against your hair after breaking apart for some air.

“The last several weeks I’ve been hyper-aware of it. But I think, honestly, since I met you,” you replied. His blue eyes were electric, watching your face carefully as you spoke. “What about you?” you asked shyly.

Keep reading

The Best Things Happen While You’re Dancing

Prompt: We are the only two girls left after all the partnering-up stuff in this heteronormative dancing lesson so let’s dance together i didn’t like any of the guys anyway

This isn’t one of the prompts that was sent in, but it worked for my devices, so I fashioned it. I hope if you’ve been waiting for a prompt you’ll bear with me. I actually got quite a few ideas, and am working on several. The 500 Follow Prompt Project will never die, it will only multiply! (It will probably die at some point, but you know, that doesn’t really rhyme.)

Santana Lopez is a passable dancer. She works hard, she knows the steps, she practices and practices until it looks flawless. But she’s not a natural. She doesn’t move like she’s fluid and wind, all rolled up into one. Not at first anyway, but she can come up with something very close.

But it takes work. A lot of work. So, she’s ends up at this dance class taught by her friend Mike, and learning how to samba, or tango, she’s not quite sure. To be honest, she’s got three auditions for shows in the upcoming months, and she wants to wow them with her dancing skills. Her carefully, carefully honed dancing skills. Plus, Mike is giving her a couple of free classes in exchange for singing lessons, so she can’t really beat the deal.

It’s a great way to stay in shape, and though she’s not particularly fond of the idea of pressing up to some strange man for the better part of an hour, her best friend Mercedes is tagging along so she doesn’t feel too lonely. So, she puts on her favorite pair of yoga pants, enters the big dance studio, and stands off to the side, warming up. Actually, it’s Mercedes who notices the blonde before she does, which is surprising because Santana’s hot chick spidey sense is usually on point.

Keep reading


Blackwall: he can put away ale like no one’s business, but his secret shame is that he’s really bad about hard liquor. upsets his stomach. which is hilarious, because he’s such a huge dude, but he can barely stumble outside to piss after bull pours like one or two whiskies down his throat.

Dorian: I mean, this one’s easy. great palette for wine, super embarrassed about his fondness for ferelden ale. when you get him tipsy enough, he whines at people who wont do shots with him. he’s fine with sera sober, but when they get drunk together suddenly they are BEST FRIENDS. they LOVE EACH OTHER. they dont know why they dont SLEEP IN BUNK BEDS.

Josephine: actually kind of a booze sorceress. she’s been drinking at various functions since she was like, what, nine? so she knows her exact tolerance for everything, exactly how every solitary variety of booze effects her. she and leliana casually spike their girls-night mulled wine with maraas-lok then get up in the morning and go about their business. the iron bull greatly approves.

Cullen: not a big drinker. partly because he just never got in the habit after leaving the chantry, but also because he’s a fucking lightweight. sometimes josie and leliana invite him for one of their bitch sessions, and he can never keep up with them. its adorable. two goblets of josie’s maraas-wine, and he’s crawling over to the couch where the ladies are sitting all tangled up on each other, and whimpers for someone to scratch his scalp. they tease him mercilessly.

Solas: apparently just doesnt get drunk. like, ever. or maybe he’s just really good at holding himself together? everyone is really wary.

Iron Bull: obviously can drink anything, any time, anywhere. no problemo. keeps josie in maraas-lok. weirdly enough, he and krem end up invited to josie and leliana’s girls-night shindig once every couple months. you would think that would be a weird dynamic, and like, it is, but it also works really well. extremely prepared to offer his giant gray marshmallow body for tipsy cuddling purposes, never makes it a weird sex thing unless you start first

Sera: even more of a lightweight than cullen, but so shameless about it that you can’t make fun of her. she’s one of those folks who just becomes a louder and more amplified version of themselves when drunk.

Cassandra: only very rarely has more than one or two drinks in a sitting, because she knows she’s a weepy drunk.

Varric: possibly the only one more knowledgeable about liquor than josie. he’s a very high functioning drunk, often plays drunk dad at the end of the night, makes sure everyone’s safe and shit.


Elesh Norn Sprite!