what's going on kate

Some musings from Kate...

So I wrote a super-tiny little thing, but I don’t know if it will actually fit anywhere in the chapter that I’m currently writing.  Maybe it can be a small introduction to the chapter - I’m not sure yet.  But I’m sharing it now, just in case it doesn’t make it.  😊

It gives a pretty decent glimpse of what’s going on in Kate’s head, and from it I think you can infer that it will cause problems. 

The poor girl is so damn terrified of having her heart ripped out again that she’s not even letting herself hope.

Ed has his work cut out for him.

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I sometimes over-think things.  OK, that’s an understatement.  I often over-think things.  I’m a worrier.  My brain often insists on being an asshole, and tries to ruin a good thing.  Ed and I are a Good Thing.  We’re a Really Good Thing, actually.  I know this now, and I knew it then.  But something - maybe a lack of confidence, maybe remnants of depression, or maybe something else - was causing me to question things and to worry.

I’d recently surprised myself by thinking - practically assuming - that we’d be together at least long-term, if not permanently.  It just snuck up on me, as if it was a fact that was already there, and I just had to discover it.  But when I did discover it, my brain went into full Protective Mode, reminding me that we’d been dating for less than 2 months, and had only been physically together in the same location for a fraction of that time…reminding me that we were still getting to know each other…reminding me that we lived on different continents…reminding me that he was famous - a celebrity…reminding me that I had familial responsibilities - my children were my first priority.

And then I felt doubly-ridiculous for even letting those initial thoughts of permanence take root.  I ‘knew’ Ed couldn’t possibly be thinking in those terms. We’d never discussed long-term plans.  At that early point it just didn’t make sense.

I was such a fool.

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-BP💜

Entanglement

Entanglement: (m) Namjin x Reader

Word count: 5.4k

Genre/warnings: Polyamory, smut, dirty talk

This isn’t very long because I wanted the second part to go into more detail and whatnot but enjoy :)

Parts: one | two 

Originally posted by yngissi


It was quite an interesting life you led. You were dating Kim Namjoon, a young successful writer who had his own publishing company. He was dashing and smart who treated you like a queen. People knew you had met him from your current boss Kim Seokjin. He was handsome and sexy, kind of an asshole but for some reason that worked for him. They had met in college, hating each other, competing against each other for grades, girlfriends, money, anything with an eyesight of each other. That was until one day they were assigned to be partners for a project in class. They had fought against it but surprisingly to them, they ended up liking each other. So much so that they ended up in bed together even more than that, they’ve been dating since.

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malfoyheritage  asked:

Hey!! Much congrats much congrats!! 😄 I want Draco saying "I've never needed you as much as I do now." You is amazing! Keep up!! 😙

omg thank you!!! <3
Soooo, you already know
I kinda cheated and turned your line into a chat post already haha

I really wanted it to be the punchline and it wouldn’t have worked if people had known the line beforehand :D

Also… this one right here turned into such a mess - I don’t even know what happened? Like, I know my mind is weird sometimes… but this? No idea! :D

Anyway - thank you so much for the line and omg also for this: #love your blog honestly!! I love your blog as well! <3 ;)


Harry: *at work, receives owl*

Letter from Draco: I’ve never needed you as much as I do now!

Harry: *drops letter in excitement, floos home*

Harry: *while tearing off his clothes* I’m here, baby! I’m ready, let’s- Baby?

Bathroom: *flooded*

Living room: *full of goats*

Sofa: *destroyed*

Koalas: *hanging from the curtain rods*

Nifflers: *throwing around cutlery*

Baby dragon: *scowling at goats* Pew!

Toaster: *fuming*

Stove: *on fire*

Draco: *covered in flour and chocolate while a koala climbs on his head*

Draco: Help?


Send me a line? :)

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Young Avengers (2013)

So it’s pretty clear that Dirk’s had The Dream (it’s capitalized, it’s always capitalized whenever he lets himself think about it during his waking hours) before.

And it still hurts, there’s still always that moment of heartbreak when he realizes that they’ve not come to rescue him (not tonight, anyway). They’re speaking with familiar voices and moving the way he remembers them moving, and yet there’s always something off about the room, or about them, or even about him. But he spends so much of his time alone that it’s nice to have company, even if that company is occasionally wearing old zoo masks, or speaking in tongues, or any number of frightening and unusual things that his mind comes up with at 2am when his cell is silent as the grave. It’s almost always Todd, usually Farah too. Sometimes even Amanda. On exceptionally bad nights, it’s Riggins. Still, give the choice (and lord knows he’s not given that many nowadays) he’d still rather stay in the dream for as long as he can wrangle it, even knowing that it’s a fantasy.

The only problem comes when it’s time to leave the dream, because waking himself up is always more pleasant than being woken up by blinking fluourescent lights or a anouncement over the crackling intercom or sharp words from the guards. So he starts trying all of these weird and bizarre things in the dream to force his eyes open and it’s weirdly cathartic. He can argue if he wants, or scream, or cry, or even dance. He just needs to shock his body awake somehow and if he’s getting judgemental looks from the guards at his cell door then so be it.

Dream!Todd puts up with a lot of tomfoolery. Dirk’s grateful, and also soul-crushingly blood-chillingly lonely.

And I’m torn as to how this ends, because there are some dreams where Dirk just can’t cope with what the CIA are doing to him. He’s terrified that the universe has forgotten him, and hates the idea that he’ll never be able to expect better treatment (his eyes always go to the cell door automatically when he wakes and even when the guards have left him alone, he can still see the Icarus symbol, like they didn’t even think he was worth a name). He knows it’s unreasonable and illogical but christ, he’s so sick of being taunted with visions of his friends when he doesn’t even know where they are or even if they’re safe. So one night when Todd and Farah burst through the cell door looking so unfairly real, Dirk’s stomach drops at the thought of Dream!Todd leaving him again and fucking decks him.

(Or you can have the slightly nicer ending where Todd kicks the cell door in and Dirk grabs his face with both hands and kisses him passionately because hey, if he kisses Dream!Todd enough then maybe he’ll finally work up the courage to kiss Real!Todd when he finally arrives).

Dirk doesn’t know why out of all the dreams he’s ever had about his friends, it’s this one in particular that he’s not waking up from.

alictf  asked:

Fic prompt: "Hiraeth" Caskett learns it's twins. Or Kate tells Castle ... Am I doing this right? ;)

Ahh, you did it! Well done. ;)

And here’s your fill, as promised:

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Castle is there when she wakes, tracing circles on her stomach, tickling her skin with the barely there touch of his fingertips to her navel. She fell asleep waiting for him to return from Lily’s taekwondo class, swims slowly into consciousness now at the caress of his hand warm and heavy across her abdomen. 

Kate sighs, blinks the last of the nap from her eyes, and reaches for his wandering hand. His gaze lifts along with his smile as their eyes meet.

“Hey, good nap?” Castle murmurs, flipping his palm up atop the swell of her stomach. 

“Yeah,” she rasps, sliding her hand into his, twining their fingers. She shifts in the bed, tries to alleviate the discomfort of remaining in the same position for too long. 

She’s barely five months, but feels so much bigger than she was during this period of her first pregnancy. This is different from her time carrying Lily, so much more… strenuous. 

She should have known.

“Lily’s lesson?”

Castle’s eyes light up with that gleaming blue pride that overcomes his gaze anytime he talks about their daughter.

“She’s amazing. Such a great little fighter,” he grins, squeezing her hand. “She’s upstairs now, taking a quick shower.”

“Mm, I need to go next time. Love to watch her,” Kate murmurs, sitting up to prop her back against the headboard. Rick remains on his side, head supported by the stab of his elbow to the mattress, his hand slipping to curve over her thigh. 

“How was the ultrasound?” he asks next, the curiosity bright in his eyes. He hates missing anything, even the tiniest moments, but the appointment with her OBGYN conflicted with Lily’s lesson today and rescheduling wasn’t an option for either. 

Her husband has been fascinated by her pregnancy, mesmerized by the bump of her belly, never likes to stray far from it. She knows his hesitation is natural, that he’s a brilliant father, an incredible man, and wants to be a part of this pregnancy just as much as he was for Alexis’s, wanted to be for Lily’s. But he was robbed of experiencing Lily’s, missed the time she spent in Kate’s stomach, missed her birth, missed the first six years of her life. And she doesn’t think he will ever stop living with the guilt of that. 

She doesn’t think he’ll ever stop missing all that he lost. Even after getting most of it back. 

“Good,” Kate promises him, combing her fingers through his hair. “Everybody’s good.”

“Is our avocado developing okay?”

She huffs a laugh, furrows her fingers through the baby fine hairs at the base of his skull. She’s eighteen weeks pregnant and Castle has been tracking the size of the baby by a fruit and vegetable chart he found online. 

First the baby was the size of a blueberry, then a  kumquat, and now, an avocado. 

“There have definitely been some developments,” she hedges, biting her lip.  Castle glances up, a flash of concern immediately rippling through his gaze. She curves her palm at the back of his neck, presses her thumb to the sensitive spot behind his ear. “No, nothing bad. Just… unexpected.”

Rick sobers and sits up beside her, his hand remaining solid and reassuring along the muscle of her thigh.

He squeezes. “Tell me.”

She sucks in a shallow breath, already knows he would never be upset over the news. His reaction will be the opposite of unaccepting, but it’s just… a lot. A lot more than either of them were prepared for. 

“What would you think if I told you there were two avocados in there?”

He blinks, confusion chasing away the concern from his features, before realization sets in. 

His eyes go wide.

“Two… you mean twins? Are you - are you pregnant with twins?” he whispers, looking so amazed that she can’t help the smile that spills across her lips. Castle surges forward, his hands already cupping her face before he presses his smile to hers. 

Her spine seals against the headboard, but arches to meet him, her fingers clutching at the back of his neck. Their teeth clash and his laughter, the breathless sound of joy he releases, causes their kiss to fall apart. 

“The doctor - she’s sure?” he gets out, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, as if they just can’t stay still. Too much energy, excitement rushing through him.

Kate nods, calms his hands on her face with the cover of hers, drawing them down to tangle with hers atop her stomach once more. 

“Yeah, trust me, I made her check more than once,” she chuckles, watching his gaze flicker down. And if she thought he looked awed by the proof of life growing inside of her before… he looks absolutely blown away now. 

“Did she say what they are? Do we know the gender?” he whispers, his expression so soft, boyish with delight.

“No, she told me she could tell, but I didn’t want to know. Not when you weren’t there,” she admits. 

He leans in to kiss her again, smile still in place, but a little gentler this time, reverent. 

“We’re having twins,” he breathes, dropping his forehead to rest against hers. “What are we going to do with twins, Kate?” 

She laughs, shakes her head. “I have no idea. But we’ll make it work.”

“Lily’s going to be so excited.”

“Think so?” she murmurs, bumping his nose with hers. 

“She’s dying to be a big sister, thinks it’s the coolest thing in the world.”

“Thanks to Alexis,” Kate grins, circling her thumb over one of his knuckles. “I’m… I’m so glad you’re here for this, Rick.”

She lowers her eyes to their hands. 

“I never knew it could be so much… fun.”

“Kate,” he whispers, the sorrow seeping into his tone, but no, she doesn’t want that. She doesn’t want to feed that eternal guilt that surrounds the topic of her first pregnancy. She just wants him to know how much better he makes this experience, how much better her life is when he’s in it. 

“I was excited for Lily too,” she assures him, because she was. Despite his absence, the fear that he was never coming back to her, she always had the small seed of hope, the bright spot, that was their daughter developing inside of her. “It’s just so much better having you here to share it all with.”

“The feeling is definitely mutual,” he murmurs, tilting his chin to brush his lips between her brows, to her forehead, the line of her hair. “I’m not missing anything anymore.”

She wants to reassure him that she knows, that he’s proven it since the moment he found his way back to her, to their family, over three years ago. But instead, she slips her hands free from the twine of his, laces her arms around his neck. She can hear the shower cut off upstairs, the thump of Lily’s feet as she trots into her room to change into her pajamas. 

Kate sighs against his chin, lifts her head to murmur the word against his lips. 

“Good.”

anonymous asked:

Doesn't the same argument apply? You're overexaggerating pregnancy because you've never been through it yourself. Women are built to have babies. Stop fussing over this.

Who said I’ve never been pregnant? I’ve never had a baby. Those are different things.

I can’t help if you are so full of internalised hatred for women that you think they shouldn’t be allowed to talk about the serious emotional and physical experiences brought on by pregnancy. There have been women with HG comment on that post, women who were bed ridden and almost lost their children, I mentioned my aunt who has PTSD because of the experiences she had. Women still die in labour, even in developed nations. We are “built for it” but that doesn’t mean it’s an easy process and everyone has an easy time. Even women who do have an easy time will be giving up ownership of their body to something else and, although it’s magical, it doesn’t mean they won’t experience natural fear and stress. Essentially you are spitting in the face of every woman who shared her story on that post. You are telling women with pregnancy related depression, women experiencing HG or pre gestational diabetes or any other pregnancy related condition, women who are struggling to adjust to being pregnant, or women who are simply scared or stressed or feel fat or can’t walk long distances or have felt their life change in any way that they shouldn’t be allowed to feel that way. It’s disgusting. If a woman doesn’t pop out the child and go right back to work- bleeding vagina or no- then they are failing womankind. Shut the fuck up until you have a real comprehension of what millions of women go through

anonymous asked:

No offence, but why do you like chloe price? She's such a garbage person. Like, steals money from the disabled, shoots peoples dogs for no reason, ignores maxs friend going through severe depression and suicide attempts tier of garbage person

Chloe Price is so much more than just her impulsive, reckless and selfish behavior. Which have reasons for, but do not  justify them in any way.

Chloe could have been something great but life just had other plans, in the great rewind while making breakfast with William, we see how Chloe used to be a cheerful kid who loved her family and then later in that timeline we see how smart and dedicated she is to her studies.

Her reckless and shitty attitude was just her looking for some kind of dumb justice. Getting back at everyone because she feels cheated and alone.

I don’t remember her shooting dogs for no reason?? If you mean the part where you talk to Frank and it goes bad. Pompidou charges at Max and Chloe and Chloe merely reacts. It was self defense in the only way she knew how to at the moment. She was holding a gun, there was a hostile, so in her brain the logical solution was to shoot the hostile.

And Chloe didn’t even know about Kate. Chloe had no clue about what was Kate going through, nor was it her problem in any way at the time. But when you save Kate, Chloe brings Max to the hospital to see her.

Yes, Chloe is an asshole, she guilt trips almost everyone. But that doesn’t mean she’s a terrible person in general. She just needs help. She just didn’t know how to ask for it.

No one’s perfect. And this game literally shows us the different sides of Chloe Price.

So I like her because she deserved better.

Safe For Now #7

Summary: Three years after you almost die from a werewolf attack, Peter Hale comes to you, tortured and bloodied, seeking a safe haven. What could possibly go wrong?
Characters in this chapter: Peter Hale, female reader, Scott McCall, Kate Argent, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Chris Argent
Characters mentioned: Gerard Argent, Allison Argent
Pairing: Chris Argent x reader, Peter Hale x reader , Past Derek Hale x reader, Derek Hale x Braeden
Word Count: 2,799
Warnings: Language, angst, torture, death. 
Author’s Note: This is my first time writing Peter, so if I get something wrong, I’m sorry. Miss the Beginning? GIF credit [x][x][x]

“Bullshit,” she sneered. “You’re hiding something, and I’m going to find out what it is. Even if it kills you.”

Kate turned the knife over, pressing the point of the serrated blade into the spot just below your sternum. Peter growled low in his throat and yanked as hard as he could on his restraints. Kate turned to the werewolf and smirked, sending him a wink as she gripped the handle tight, and pressed it slowly into your stomach, the wet squelch of your skin being cut into the last thing you heard before you screamed.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

“You’re in no shape to go,” Derek growled, glaring at Chris with cerulean eyes.

“Could say the same for you,” Chris argued, refusing to back down.

Scott gave a warning growl, low in his throat, rumbling through the room. “Enough arguing,” the teenager demanded. “We’re all going, and that’s final.”

“That’s right,” Stiles agreed before realizing what his best friend said. “Wait, what? I don’t… I don’t need to be there.”

Rolling his eyes, Scott assured his friend, “You can stay in the car.”

“I… I don’t see why I have to go,” Stiles countered, arms folded over his chest, glaring at Scott.

“Would you two shut up,” Chris snapped, huffing out a loud breath. “Shouldn’t take us long to get there. But we have to leave now. If you’re not going to help, leave your ass here”

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A Look You’ve Never Seen Before

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,400

“Kwon Jiyong,” You yelled, “you got mud in my hair!” Jiyong only laughed as you tried raking your fingers through the wet mess of hair and mud. You glared at him causing him to throw his hands up in surrender.

“Mianhae” He smiled. You smiled back, accepting the apology and taking your muddy sneakers off. After all, it was your idea to play outside in the rain.

“It’s almost 11:30,” you noted, scrunching your nose. “Let’s go take showers and go to bed.” He nodded and smiled at you. You lead him to your guest bathroom and handed him a clean towel. “Take off your boxers and get in the shower so I can wash and dry your clothes” You instructed.

“Shouldn’t you buy me dinner first, Jag?” He said with a giggle.

“Pabo!” You shouted, hitting him playfully on his bare chest.

“OWWW” he said with a hurt look on his face. “ Yah! you’re stronger than you think!”

“Shut up and do what you’re told!” You shouted with a smile. He raised his eyebrows, putting his hands on the waistband of his boxers.

“Well if you say so, Jagiya.” He said, slowly pulling his boxers down. Your eyes widened at him before you covered them with your hand.

“YAH! HAJIMA!” You shouted putting your free hand out in front of you, waving it.

“Oh, baby, I love it when you talk Korean to me” He said taking a step closer and grabbing your outstretched hand.

“KWON JIYONG,” You screamed, pulling your hand away, “DON’T YOU DARE!” You could hear him giggle and move towards you.

“Yah! I’m only doing what you told me to do!” He said, giggling. You turned around to make a run for the door, when you felt his hands wrap around your waist.

“KWON JIYONG!” You screeched as he picked you up from behind. You giggled, squirming in his arms.

“Yes, dear?” He said calmly

“Put me down!” You laughed

“Why? You said you need a shower too.” He said, walking toward the shower.

“No!” You laughed, kicking your legs. “Jiyong! Hajima!”

“Ani!” He exclaimed. He put you down, his arm still around your waist to keep you near him. He turned on the water to the shower head and you turned around in his grasp. You squirmed in his grip, but it was no use, he was stronger than you. He looked at you with a devious smile and winked before stepping into the shower with his boxers still on and pulling you in with him. As soon as the cold water hit your face, you gasped in shock.

“Ji, I’m still in my clothes.” You whined.

“We can change that” He said, winking at you once again, pulling at the hem of your shirt. You laughed and tried to push his hands away.

“What would your girlfriend say if she knew you were trying to get your best friend naked in the shower?” You questioned, still laughing. Jiyong dropped his hands from your shirt and his smile faded as he looked at the ground.

“She broke up with me.” He said, still looking down. You gasped and took his hand in yours.

“Ji, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you tell me?” He shrugged, continuing to look away.

“Sorry. I tried but-” He was cut off by the door opening.

“What is going on in here?” Your roommate, Kate asked. “What is with all the screaming?” You quickly jumped out of the stream of water onto the floor mat and closed the curtain. Kate’s eyes widened.

“Wh-” she started before you cut her off grabbing her wrist and leading her out into the hallway.

“Ji, don’t forget your boxers!” You yelled over you shoulder.

“What the hell” she whispered as soon as you were out of the room and the door was shut behind you.

“I know that looked bad.” You quickly admitted.

“Yeah” she said with a look on her face that said ‘what the hell are you doing?’ “What would his girlfriend think?”

“It’s not at all what you are thinking. I told him to leave all of his clothes on the floor so I could take them to wash them and he was just messing around. He’s my best friend, Kate. We were just having fun.”

“Too much fun obviously!”

“It’s not like that!”

“Oh yeah? Then what is it like? I heard what you guys were saying! Why were you speaking in Korean? Did you know I could hear you? I heard him call you baby!”

“KATE!”

“WHAT?”

“First of all, I use Korean with him when I need to get my point across. Second of all, no, I didn’t know you could hear us, but you know what? I wasn’t worried about it. Third, he calls me stuff like that everyday, Kate!”

“WHAT? Not around me he doesn’t!”

“Yes. He does, Kate. Jag, Jagi, Jagiya what do you think those mean?”

“I don’t know!”

“Honey, sweetie, love, darling, babe, baby. Anything you call your significant other really.” Her eyes went big and she threw her hands up in the air.

“What the hell!” She whispered loudly.

“He’s my best friend, Kate.” You said, annoyed by her accusations.  

“I know.” She said, still not done proving her point. You rolled your eyes and turned around, about to knock on the door. “Do you love him?” You stopped with your fist in the air, about to make contact with the door.

“What?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“Do you love him?” She repeated. You turned around to face her.

“Of course I do he’s my best friend.” You turned back around and knocked on the door before she could say anything else. “ Ji!” You said loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“I’m gonna grab your clothes. Okay?”

“Okay.” He responded.

“Answer my question!” She said, grabbing your hand, causing you to turn to look at her. By the expression on her face, you could tell she had regret her action. She let go, backing up a little bit. You turned back around, opening the door and entered the room, steam hitting your face as you walked in. You closed the door behind you and walked to the bath mat to pick up his wet clothes. As you reached down, you  felt a hand grab your wrist and before you could protest, you were dragged into the hot stream of water. Your gasp was cut off by Jiyong’s wet lips crashing onto yours. You froze in shock. He pulled away, breathing hard.

“I want you, Jagiya.” he said with lust in his eyes. A look you had never seen from him before.

“O-okay” You stuttered. He smiled and kissed your lips again while sliding his hand up the side of your body that was plastered with wet clothes. This time you kissed him back, moving your lips against his. He pulled away from your lips and kissed your neck.

“Good” He growled against your neck as he bit and kissed it. You tilted your head away from his lips, exposing your neck to him. You slid your hands up his wet back and sighed as he left purple marks on your skin. His hands found their way to the bottom of your shirt and he pulled it over your head before dropping it on the ground in a wet pile. He moved his hands to your belt and quickly undid it, while kissing you, your hands now in his hair pulling on his bleached, wet strands. He skillfully undid the button and zipper on your shorts, dropping them to the ground as well. You stepped out of them and he stepped back to get a good look at you in your black bra and green lacy panties. “Damn” He said, biting his lip. You blushed and looked down, embarrassed even though he was already completely naked. He tipped your chin up to look at him. “Jagi, you’re beautiful.” He said before kissing you hard and biting your lip.

As he kissed you, he reached around to unhook your bra and pulled it off, letting it fall to the ground as well. He replaced the bra with his hands gently massaging, making you moan. He growled deeper this time, placing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re so damn sexy, Jagiya.” You blushed again, still nervous. As he slid his hand down your body, he maintained eye contact. His hand slid into your panties, causing you to gasp. He smirked and licked his lips as he moved his hand further in, gliding against the most sensitive areas. You moaned louder. “Shhhhh baby. We wouldn’t want Kate to come back, would we?” You shook your head, holding back whimpers as he continued letting his fingers roam in your underwear.

He looked down at his hand in your panties, then back up at you, struggling to keep your mouth shut. He smirked, brushing wet hair off of your face with his free hand then kissing you hard to keep you quiet as he shoved one finger into you. You gasped into his mouth. He began moving it in and out, gaining speed.

Suddenly he pulled away, revoking all contact. You whined in protest, sticking out your bottom lip. He laughed, “Just wait, baby.”

“I can’t.” You whined. Just then, he dropped to his knees and pulled your panties off in one swift motion. He spread your legs a little more, kissing where your underwear just was. He licked where his fingers were moments before. You covered your mouth with your hand to conceal all sounds you knew wanted out, falling against the cold tile wall. He left a hickey on your thigh before standing up.

“Why so shy, yoebo?” He asked, tucking wet strands of hair behind your ear. You bit your lip and looked at him. He smiled and gently kissed your lips. When he pulled away you smirked and pushed him up against the wall. When his back hit the tile he grunted and looked at you, curious as to what was going to happen next. You bit his neck, suddenly no longer shy. You pulled away, making eye contact.

“Since when have I ever been shy around you, oppa?” You asked trailing your hand gently down his abs. A smile appeared on his face.

“Say that again” He demanded, smiling

“Oppa” You said snaking your arms around his neck. He suddenly crashed his lips on yours, roughly biting your bottom lip.

“I like you calling me that.”

“Oh yeah?” You said, sinking to your knees, maintaining eye contact. You took his length in your hand and kissed the tip. He rolled his head back, resting it on the wall with a moan. You licked the tip before taking all of it into your mouth. He took in a sharp breath of air when you were interrupted by a knock on the door. Shocked, you stopped to look up at him. He looked down at you and caressed your cheek as he held up a finger to his lips, signalling you to be quiet.

“Yeah?” He said in response to the knock.



“Can I come in?” Kate asked through the door. Ji looked down at you worriedly.

“Sure” he responded, not knowing what else to do.

“Thank you” she said entering the bathroom. You sneakily licked and kissed his length, teasing him. “I just really need to talk to someone or something to get some things off my mind. Ya know?”

“Mhm.” he said trying to mask his pleasure. You smirked at his reactions, standing up. Kate continued talking, neither of you paying any attention to what she was saying. You latched your lips onto his neck and left a purple mark. “Jagi!” Jiyong whispered.

“What’d you say, Jiyong?” Kate questioned. Jiyong glared at you as you gave him an innocent look. He smiled at you and pecked your lips.

“Uhhh … Nothing… I just got soap in my eyes.”

“Oh sorry. Did you rinse it out?”

“Yeah yeah. thanks” He said pulling on his hair in frustration. You smiled at him and took his hands, putting them around your waist and hugged him. He relaxed into your embrace and pulled you closer to him. Kate continued to talk about what was bothering her.

“… Maybe I just need to get laid… ya know?” She said, hinting to Jiyong. Jiyong didn’t hear a word she said. “Jiyong?” She asked, trying to get his attention.

“Yeah?”

“Were you even listening?”

“Yeah! Yeah.”

“Do you agree?” She asked. Jiyong looked at you, panicking.

“Yeah…”  He said trailing off and shrugging at you. You silently laughed at him.

“Maybe you can help me with that…” She said, continuing to hint.

“Oh yeah sure.” He had no idea what he was agreeing to.

“How about right now?”

“Uh… I’m in the shower…”

“Well I thinks it’s kinda hot in the shower.” She said flirtatiously. Confusion washed over Ji’s face. You, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was saying. He finally understood what she was talking about. His eyes went big and his jaw dropped, shaking his head. You covered your mouth, silencing your giggles.

“Uhhhhh Kate. I’m flattered but-” Jiyong was cut off by Kate grabbing the shower curtain to open it. He quickly grabbed it before she could move it open and held it shut. “I think you got the wrong idea, Kate.”

“Call me Jagiya.” He gave you a confused look, mouthing 'What the hell?’ You shrugged, enjoying the scene that was playing out before you.

“Hey, Kate? You sound a little drunk. Maybe we should talk later, okay?”

“Okay” she complied and left the room, closing the door behind her.

Jiyong turned to you and smiled. You smiled back with your arms crossed over your chest. He slipped his hands around your waist and pulled you closer, kissing your forehead. You put your hands on his toned chest and smiled. He picked you up and pushed your back against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“I was gonna do this before she so rudely interrupted us.” He said before kissing you. You giggled against his lips as he pulled away to smile at you before softly connecting your lips once again. He deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue over your lips, distracting you as he pushed himself into you. You moaned into his mouth as he rolled his hips into yours, sending pleasure throughout your body.

“Ji-” You were cut off by your own moan as he slammed into you.

“What’s that?” He growled into your ear, sending chills down your spine.

“Oppa.” You whispered in response.

“That’s right baby girl,” he whispered, “say it again.”

“Oppa.” You half yelled. He growled into your neck, biting hard to keep quiet. Your nails dug into his back as he snapped his hips into yours over and over again. Finally you both finished and he returned you to the ground. He kept a tight grip on your hips as your legs were still shaking. . “You’re beautiful and I don’t tell you that enough.” He whispered, brushing water off your face and smiling at you.

“Ji, you tell me everyday.” You laughed, looking away. He smiled and caught your gaze again.

“I know, but that still doesn’t seem like enough.” He admitted. You smiled and kissed him.

After washing up in the shower, you both made your way to your bedroom.

“Shit. Ji, I didn’t wash your clothes so they’re still wet.” You exclaimed, looking at him apologetically. He laughed at you.

“It’s okay, Yeobo, it’s my fault you didn’t.” He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp from the shower, while you were already in your pajamas. You smiled, looking him up and down. “What?” He asked, looking down at himself.

“Nothing. You just look really good right now.” You smirked. He smiled and closed the space between you, pulling you into a kiss. When he pulled away, he kissed your forehead.

“I love you, Y/n.” he whispered against your forehead. You smiled at his words, closing your eyes. He pulled away and studied your face to try to read your reaction.

“I love you too, Jiyong.” You smiled. He relaxed his shoulders as if a huge weight had been lifted off of his chest. He smiled briefly before looking down.

“Ya know that’s why she broke up with me… because she knew I loved you before I even knew.”  His hands dropped to his sides. You slid your hand through his wet hair and looked into his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Ji. I didn’t know-” He cut you off.

“No! It’s not your fault. I don’t want you to think you are even remotely responsible for her breaking up with me. It was all my fault, Jagi. Not yours. I started spending more time and money on you and I started falling in love with you without even realizing it until she pointed it out. Honestly, I’m glad she broke up with me. If she didn’t, I wouldn’t be here with you like this right now.” He explained as he brushed his thumb over your cheek.

“But you’re so upset,” You pointed out, “if you’re happy she broke up with you, why are you upset?” He sighed then smiled before answering your question.

“I put her through that and it was wrong of me. I probably hurt her more than I would’ve if I had broken up with her when I knew I didn’t love her.” He admitted. He looked so broken, you didn’t know what to do. You wanted to help him, but didn’t know how.

“When did you know you didn’t love her?” you asked impulsively. He looked up to your eyes before quickly looking away to answer.  

“When you went to that fancy event with me and the boys. You looked so beautiful, my heart started beating faster. Seunghyun hyung told me that was love. At the time I didn’t believe him, but the next weekend I took her out for a date and she got all dressed up. She looked very pretty, but… but she didn’t even come close to making me feel the way you did.” He looked down at your hands as he rubbed his thumb over a scar on the back of your hand. You smiled, remembering the story behind the scar.

“Remember when I got this scar,” you changed the subject, “you freaked out because of all the blood.” He smiled and shook his head, remembering the details.

“I felt so bad,” He laughed, “it was your fault though!” Your mouth dropped open and your eyes grew wide.

“What? No way! You chucked your keys at me like a maniac!” You exclaimed. Jiyong looked down and laughed at your exaggeration.

“I tossed them and you freaked out, waving your hands about like a crazy person!” He laughed.

“Well I wasn’t ready!” You laughed. He smiled warmly at you. You sat on the end of your bed and smiled up at Jiyong. He sat down next to you, caressing your face before whispering an 'I love you.’ You smiled before leaning in and kissing him. When you were about to pull away, he deepened the kiss and pushed you down on the bed. “Jiyong” You giggled against his lips. He pulled away a little, smiling.

“Yes, princess?” He asked. You smiled at him calling you princess and kissed him again. He smirked against your lips and slid his hand up your shirt, sending chills throughout your body. His hand settled on your ribs as you slid your hands around the back of his neck. He kissed your neck and collarbone, gently biting occasionally. His hand, then slid down to your pajama bottoms, tugging them down. You kicked them off the rest of the way, letting them fall to the floor as you scooted yourself further onto the bed. Jiyong pulled on your lacy underwear, accidentally ripping them. He pulled away from you, looking down at the ripped panties. “I’m so sorry, jagi! I didn’t mean-” you cut him off with a kiss.

“It’s fine,” you smiled, “you’ll just have to buy me new ones.” You smirked.

“Oh I can do that.” He said before tossing the panties on the the ground and going back to kissing you.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you think you or one of your followers (if you don't want to do it) could write a transcript of that new Kate interview. I know we can hear Kate and Mila under the dub. But I'm hard of hearing and it all sounds like one clump of sound. So, I was hoping someone would be able to write down what they're saying (if anyone can actually understand it at all) Thanks!

I’m not sure if anyone has done this yet, but HERE YOU GO, LITTLE ANON, I did the best I could. Some bits still have little gaps, but you get the gist, and I caught all of Kate’s dialogue.

Interviewer: You have a birthday coming up.
Mila: Shhh!
Kate: It is? What– I didn’t know that– when?!
Mila: {We have a limited time something something}
Kate: August 14th. Making you a proud Leo. I love that! Wow!
Interviewer: How are you gonna spend it?

Originally posted by holdingontoyoufordearlife

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