when did he become so hot

BTS EXPECTATIONS VS REALITY

EXPECTATIONS: 

JIN: “Oh, he is so handsome. And that suit? So mature looking”

Originally posted by 0re0espress0

REALITY: 

Guess what? HE KNOWS to the point he came up with his own nickname “Worldwide handsome”

Originally posted by missbaptan

And just disregard “mature”

Originally posted by lovelyyjins

EXPECTATIONS: 

SUGA: “his name is Suga? The cutie & frail of the group right?”

Originally posted by frostbittensuga

REALITY: 

*plays Cypher* “F#CK YOU AND YOU”

Originally posted by sugasuite

And please delete “frail” from your dictionary. He alone makes the whole group and fandom shake just by a look

Originally posted by hayoomin

But he got a protective side. He is like every shojo lead character from the nineties. Is good looking, sounds like he doesn’t care but actually takes care of you.

Originally posted by acciosugas

EXPECTATIONS: 

JHOPE: “What a sunshine”

Originally posted by jinful

REALITY: 

Finally, you got something right! and just like the sun he goes down HARD on stage

Originally posted by prince-hobis-castle

And he is SO HOT 

Originally posted by hobies

(By now you will start to have trust issues, don’t worry you develop those when you become an ARMY)

Originally posted by goddess-bruh

EXPECTATIONS:

RAP MONSTER: “A TOUGH rapper and leader?”

Originally posted by berry852

REALITY: 

Yep! He is so cool on stage

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin

But did you know he collects plushies and sleep with them too

Originally posted by parkjiminer

(Get used to plot twists already. You still haven’t seen the crazy maknae line. I mean our dear youngest members)

Originally posted by slapmon

EXPECTATIONS: 

JIMIN: “He looks so nervous so I want to protect him”

Originally posted by jiminrolls

REALITY: 

DEAR! YOU need to find someone to protect YOU from him

Originally posted by jiminmochi-chimchim

And yes he imitates the “MUST PROTECT” signals

Originally posted by ciutae

But he defends himself just fine 

Originally posted by harunyany

EXPECTATIONS: 

V: “A deep voice and THAT face? I hope he does not lack a personality”

Originally posted by sirminmin

REALITY: 

Don’t worry! For Taehyung he was given everything more than any human: looks, charms … and a VERY VERY VEEEERY ONE OF A KIND personality

Originally posted by btsoficialbr

And beware, you will get into liking hands 

Originally posted by kpopfordays

EXPECTATIONS: 

JUNGKOOK: “He is the total package wow”

Originally posted by jeonify

REALITY: 

Yes! So total you get freebies with your package: “loads of questions”

Originally posted by meanie-you-meanie

“insanity”

Originally posted by kimjiwonbiased

“extraness”

Originally posted by sunnypost

AND a huge amount of “violence”

Originally posted by pettybangtan

BTS are a bunch of dorks that make great music. They have bags full of trophies, hearts bursting with love and an attitude covered in kindness and humbleness. 

Originally posted by chimcheroo

ANYWAY, WELCOME TO BTS ARMY! 

By @mimibtsghost

Voltron Ghost Adventures AU where all five of them are just a mess of clunky camera gear and nerves and they constantly have the weirdest experiences as they stumble into haunted houses just hoping for the best

  • “Pidge, you brought the night vision goggles right???” “No, you said grab provisions. I got some Skittles and a Twinkie. Why, do you want the Twinkie?” “Pidge, you had one job.”
  • For some reason, spirits in almost every single house grab Lance’s ass and no one can figure out why
  • “Jesus, Hunk, take me to dinner first” “Lance, I’m across the hall” “Ohhhh my gooooood GUUUYS A SPIRIT JUST GRABBED MY ASS”
  • Shiro always gets things thrown at him. like, every single time. It’s where he’s gotten most of his scars because they’ll be walking into a kitchen and a chair will come skrrrrting around the corner and fly at his face
    • “But why is it always me?” “Probably because you’re so offensively good-looking” 
  • If there’s a scary doll in the house, it will find Keith. It always does.
    • *somewhere, Keith shrieks* “haha guess you could call Keith a chick magnet” “Lance, I hope a spirit pushes you down the stairs just because you said that stupid pun” “Y’know, Pidge, you’re always so sweet to me”
  • Hunk screams at any movement or creak in the house, every single time
  • Pidge gets into the habit of talking with the spirits like they’re her best friends and ignores imminent danger because she just explains it as them having a nice conversation
    • “Hunk, put me down, I’m fine, Charlene just wants to point me to where her body is” “PIDGE, THERE IS A KNIFE FLYING TOWARDS YOUR FACE I DON’T THINK SHE CARES IF YOU FIND HER BODY”
  • Most of the time, they just end up recording them creeping around abandoned shacks really carefully
  • Hunk always uses too much zoom so when he and Lance are exploring the west side of a mansion and Lance turns around and whispers “did you hear that”, all that Hunk sees on his night vision camera is Lance’s huge glowy eyes and his gigantic nostrils
  • At least once a week, they get locked in the basement of wherever they’re exploring and it always becomes a situation of life or death for them to escape yet they forget to plan for how to prevent it for the next time
Hickeys (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request: Can you do a smut where you wake up next to shawn after a hot night and he wakes you up with hickeys and morning sex ? (Obviously you gave him consent to wake you up like this before haha) ?

Word Count: 1,773

Hickeys

I felt the sunlight from the window burn into my skin. Whenever Shawn was the last one to go to bed, he always forgot shutting the curtains. It never woke him up when the room started to become light, but it always ended up pulling me out of my sleep.

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theauraking  asked:

So it seems Clint and Steve both seem to be a bit lacking? Yeah lacking in intelligence. But who's done the dumbest thing since being thawed out

i am not even gonna consider this question, because if i start thinking through all the stupid nonsense clint and steve get up to i will hurl myself out a window purely in self defense. 

none of the avengers should ever spend time together. separately, theyre reckless to the point of idiocy; together, they fight crime. and cause massive amounts of property damage, and have reduced several psychologists to tears. it wasnt pretty.

but you know, fate of the world and all that nonsense. 

(to be fair to them, none of the avengers are stupid. they just get sucked into each others bad-decision vortexes)

in the interests of preserving that most blessed of coping methods, denial, i will only consider what steve and clint have gotten up to in the past two weeks. 

which still gives me a horrifying wealth of options.

dumbest thing steve has done? accepted clint’s challenge to a spicy-food-eating contest. captain triangle torso has enhanced senses. he takes his NORMAL food underseasoned, because his taste buds are extra-sensitive, and he took a spiciness challenge from clint, who spent his developmental years eating literally anything. last week i watched him pour pineapple juice into his hot chocolate. it was terrifying. i have seen clint drench jalapenos in ghost pepper sauce and eat them.  i have seen him put chocolate on pizza. there is nothing that man will not eat. 

nothing.

steve got one bite in to one of clint’s ghost pepper chicken wings and his whole face swelled up and turned red. he kept eating. his eyes and nose were running. he got three bites in and was leaking from his whole face. he looked like he was gonna die. he drank a gallon of milk and was in bed for over a day. his fancy supermojo can fight off toxins but not ghost peppers, apparently. he said it was the most painful thing he’d ever felt, the supersoldier easy bake experience included. 

clint finished his bucket of ghost pepper hot wings and played mario kart for three hours. which is what he usually does on wednesdays. 

dumbest thing clint has done lately? “borrowed” natashas favorite dagger set. her vengence was swift, brutal, and left clint sans eyebrows and with tony’s goatee drawn in sharpie, refreshed nightly for a week. talk about shame.

she is a ruthless woman.

as to which of these was stupider? i honestly cant say, and thinking about it makes me regret so many decisions. 

so many. when did my life become this nonsense

Cheeky || Kisses Series

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 1700+

Summary: Love has many different ways of expressing itself. One form, is the different ways you share a kiss. 

A/N: FINALS ARE OVER! YESSS! Now I get my two weeks of summer vacation and then I go back to do more school. *sobs in a corner* I’ll be okay though… Maybe… Hopefully. Any who, I’m going to start another small  seven part series with Steve. This is the first installment of the Kisses Series. I’m so excited for this! I hope you guys enjoy!

The gif is not mine. Credit to the wonderful owner.


Originally posted by cheekychappychris

Cheeky | Hesitant | Wake up | Sloppy | In the Moment | Distracted | Breathtaking

Steve never really believed in love at first sight. Of course, he knew had felt something towards Peggy, but he wasn’t sure he would exactly label it as love at first sight. She was the first woman he ever felt anything other than platonic feelings towards, the first woman he could see having a future with. He knew she thought the same, but the war gave them little time to see what was behind their mutual attraction. Peggy was a memory from a familiar time he longed for once again. She was a person he would always care for, he would never forget her. Steve’s idea of love at first sight being positively ridiculous changed the moment when Y/N stepped into his life. 

When he met Y/N it was as if the world came to a screeching halt, freezing around the woman that stood at the other end of the corridor. She was wrapped up in a conversation with Tony, animatedly waving her hands about as she talked with the man. She was bubbling with excitement, her smile lighting up the corridor. Tony found her charming as he nodded along with whatever it was she was explaining, gently steering her down the hall. When he caught Steve from the corner of his eye, Tony nudged the woman over to Steve’s side.

Y/N went quiet at the sight of Steve before her, her voice catching in her throat. The two stared at the other, a feeling of warmth growing in each of their stomachs as they gazed into their eyes. Tony teased her, saying if he’d known introducing her to Steve would have shut her up quicker, he would have done it sooner. Steve watched in amusement while Y/N turned to chase down Tony as he bolted to the other end of the hall.

“You jackass! Get back here and fight me like a man!”

Since that day, she hardly ever left Steve’s side. She was quite open with her emotions, and was always in someone way brushing against him and the others. She was quickly known for giving hugs to everyone as often as she could, even if they weren’t too fond of the idea at first. 

Both Sam and Tony knew Y/N before joining the Avengers, so neither of them fought off her frequent bone crushing hugs. Sam would make a show of protest, but he never refused her. Natasha and Clint were the first to welcome her touchy demeanor, sometimes latching on to the smaller woman when they desperately needed it. She worked the two of them up to tighter hugs, knowing that both were rather cautious of her motives despite giving in so easily. Wanda was hesitant at first, but quickly gave in after realizing Y/N was only making sure that Wanda knew was cared for. She gave Wanda looser hugs, making sure to rub small circles on Wanda’s back in a way of reassurance.

When it came to Bucky, he was the only one she was careful with. Y/N didn’t want to trigger any of his memories by accidentally catching him off guard and would always ask him if it was okay. At first, Bucky refused. It took a few weeks, but the jealousy of the others getting her soothing hugs over ruled his previous discomfort. Y/N would come up to his right side to wrap her arms around his waist and he would hug her back with his flesh arm. Eventually, she would get him to hug her with his metal arm, but it was a work in progress. She made sure Bucky was reassured the most after he agreed, and Steve noticed the change for the better in his best friend because of it.

“I don’t know what it is about her. She’s just so comforting to be around.” Bucky explained one morning during a training session. “It’s like I have a sister again, she’s always dotting over me. It’s been so long since someone willingly held me the way she does.”

With Steve, Y/N never gave him a chance to refuse. Not that he was ever going to back away from her touch. He would be sitting on the couch watching TV with the others and she would come into the room, honing in on him immediately. If there wasn’t room on the couch, she’d make room and slip her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his side. The first time she had done this, Steve had no idea how to react. His heart had begun to pound in his chest, his cheeks hot from the blush that spread down his face and neck. Y/N was so close, he could smell her perfume, could count the number of lashes she had as she sat watching the television. When she didn’t move, or even acknowledged his shock, Steve forced himself to relax. Half way through the show, he unconsciously wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, as if it was a usual thing for the two of them.

After the first night, it quickly did become normal. Any chance she would get, Y/N would wrap her arms around his waist and pull him into a hug. His favorite would always be when his back was to her and she would slip behind him, pressing her face against his back between his shoulder blades. It never failed to bring a smile to his face, his heart fluttering at the action. Steve didn’t miss how he was the only she would do this to either.

“You know, you’re the only one she’s willing to hug that way, right?” Natasha teased one evening. The two of them stood at the bar during one of Tony’s party, watching the woman in question laugh as she was swung around by Thor on the dance floor. The two of them got along famously, their boisterous attitudes eerily similar. Steve ignored Natasha, grinning smugly into his glass of beer. He was more than aware, and his stomach would always flip when she gave him the special hugs reserved just for him.

Steve and the others quickly fell into a rhythm when it came to Y/N. Any time they would return from a mission, Y/N would be there with a worried smile and wide-open arms. She would go down the line, making sure that everyone was okay, occasionally bickering with them if they were injured.

“I’ve told you to quit head-butting people, Nat.” Natasha just roll her eyes at Y/N and limped towards the medical bay. The others received similar levels of scolding, but not before leaving with a hug that they all used as a drive to come home to. Steve had always planned it to where he would be last, hanging back behind the others so he could spend more time with Y/N.

Y/N turned at the super soldier, looking him over before flinging her arms around his neck. She hated it when he left the compound, she hardly ever got any sleep when any of the other left for missions, but with Steve she never did sleep. The man had a special place in her heart, and every time he left, he would take the pieces with him. The hugs they shared in the hanger were different than the hug the others got. It was a hug that grounded the two of them, soothed their fears that they wouldn’t return to the other. Steve held her tightly, standing tall so that her feet would hang in the air and she was forced to grip him ever tighter. No words were needed, just the two of them listening to the beats of their hearts.

The worst was letting go, but both knew they had things to do besides standing in the hanger gripping the other. Steve slowly lowered her to the ground, letting her slip from his grip. At first, Y/N didn’t let go, burring her face into his neck. Reluctantly she let him go, her hand slipping up to cup his cheek. Y/N wasn’t sure what had possessed her to do what she did next. Before Steve could stand tall, Y/N turned her face to brush a gently kiss against his cheek.

Steve froze when he felt her soft lips brush against his cheek, his breath catching in his throat. Y/N had never gone to this level of affection before, and once again he wasn’t certain how to take it. It only took his brain a moment to process that he rather enjoyed the gentle gesture. He smiled widely at Y/N, who looked incredibly unsure of herself for the decision to bite the bullet. Pressing a kiss against her forehead, he thanked her for being the rock he needed. His reward was a beaming smile and another firmer kiss on the opposite cheek.

“Anything for you, soldier.”

Since that day, Y/N would always press a kiss against his cheek after a hug, or between his shoulder blades when she would wrap herself around him from behind. The others raised their brows at the two of them at first, especially when Steve began to mimic her motions. But no one spoke of what they witnessed, none of the members missing how much more at ease Y/N and Steve were together. They knew the two of them had feelings for the other, and it was only a matter of time before they acted on them.

“20 bucks, they’ll get together at the end of the month.” Bucky spoke as he sat watching his best friend and the woman he was quickly seeing as a sister share a longing look between themselves from across the room. Sam snorted, stuffing a chip into his mouth. He too was watching the disgustingly cute display in front of him.

“They’ll get together at the end of the week at this rate.”

“I know Steve. He’s too nervous to step it up right now. End of the month.”

Sam turned to stare at Bucky, narrowing his eyes at the brunette. Sam knew Bucky was right, but there were ways to help push Steve in the right direction. Sam stood and smirked down at Bucky.

“Not if I can help it.” Bucky blinked up at Sam, who started to turn and head over to Y/N. It took a second for Bucky to realize what Sam was getting at. Once it registered, Bucky shot up and took after Sam.

“Hold up!”


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anonymous asked:

Any opinions on Dex/Nursey as parents?

OOF. So I’m actually halfway into the first chapter of a secretdad!Nursey fic so I have a lot of dad!Nursey thoughts, but I actually had to put some thought into dad!Dex opinions, and then a good amount of thought into the combination of Dex/Nursey as parents! That said, do I have opinions on Dex/Nursey as parents? 

DO I EVER, MY FRIEND.

  • So first off: the way these boys were brought up has a Big Impact on how they are as parents.
    • Nursey was raised by two moms who loved him to pieces and let him be soft and feminine when he wanted to be and were hugely affectionate when they were there, but who also traveled a lot for work. Dex was raised by parents who also worked a lot, but who were almost always stressed about money–and he felt that stress really young and learned to internalize it. They both love their parents, but they also both picked up a lot from their parents–both “what to do” and “what not to do”.
  • That said:

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“How’s that hot chocolate, bud?” 

Jack took a sip and gave a small smile, “It’s good, daddy. But….”

“But?” Aaron questioned with a slight stern voice. It was beyond past Jack’s bedtime but he had insisted on staying up until Aaron came home and by the time that came, he had wanted some piping hot chocolate. 

“I should have asked [y/n] to make it.” Jack mumbled softly, taking another sip.

Aaron chuckled, “Did I not make it like [y/n]?” You had been babysitting Jack for almost a year now, falling into the job on accident when you had substituted his class one day. Jack had adored you so much that he made Aaron hunt you down to become his new babysitter. 

“No…[y/n] doesn’t use the packets, she makes it from scratch and adds big fluffy marshmallows.” Looking up at his father, he sighed. “I really like [y/n], daddy.” 

“I’ll make sure to get her recipe.” Raising a brow, he nodded. “I like her too, buddy.” 

Jack handed off his mug to his father, nestling into bed, he hesitantly spoke out. “Do you like her, like her?”

Tucking him in, “What do you mean, Jack?” 

Yawning, Jack closed his eyes. “I wish she never had to leave. I wish she could be my second mommy.” Before Aaron could utter a response, Jack was fast asleep, dreaming about building a gigantic fort with you. 

Pressing a kiss to his forehead, Aaron quietly left his room. His son’s last words were replaying in his head. Sure, he had found you to be attractive, it was one of the first things he had noticed when you had introduced yourself. He was stunned by your beauty and captivated by your charm involving children. Aaron noticed that kids gravitated towards you and Jack being no different. 

Never had he thought about pursuing something with you until now. It was extremely important to him for Jack to like any woman he would bring into his life. And if he could guess, Jack would never like anyone more than he liked you. 

Pulling out his phone, he dialed your number. “Hey, [y/n]. Sorry for calling, did I wake you? No, okay good. Oh no, no, Jack’s fine. Actually he just fell asleep, but I wanted to ask you something.” 

“What Tumblr blog?” - Tom Holland

Word count: 2206

Request:

Anon: Hello, beautiful! Could you do a Peter X Reader with the prompts 4, 20 and 40? Thanks in advanvce, if you can 😊🖤

posey-is-my-daddy: 4? From the prompt list 💗 Haley

Anon: Hiii I was wondering if you would do a imagine with the numbers 3, 4, 45, 48 & 52? I know they’re all over the place and probs different days or stuff but yeah 💕

Annon: Hi! Can you do 40 with Tom please? Thank you !

3.     “You do realize, that I’m not actually Spider-Man, right?”

4.     “I found your Tumblr blog about me”

20.   Have you ever used your spider powers for something, I don’t know, kinky?“

40.   "Are you reading smut about yourself?”

45.   “You do realize we have thin walls right? I can hear when you talk to your friend about me”

48.   “We don’t we act out some of the stuff you wrote about me?”

52.   “Hey, I’m your new neighbo… holy shit, you’re Tom Holland”

Masterlist | Promptlist

A/N: So I though some of these worked together, so I made them work together! And maybe, I’ll at some point actually write a Bad Boy AU. But I got another series coming up before that! I’ll maybe write a couple more prompts, before I post the series. Or I’ll post it when I reach 1500 followers! Whichever comes first! So I hope you enjoy this story. Tell me what you think! I love your feedback!


You had always just been a small-town girl, and now you were finally moving into your own apartment in London. Of course, you didn’t know anyone, so you thought you would great your neighbours. Which was why you were now standing outside the apartment next to yours, with a plate of cookies in your hand.

As the door opened, you mentally prepared yourself to great your new neighbour. You knew how small-town you might seem, but you didn’t feel like you could come empty handed. As a dark haired young man opened the door, and before your brain could comprehend who was standing in front of you, your mouth had already begun to speak.

Hey, I’m your new neighbo...” Your eyes widened as you realized who you were standing in front. “Holy shit, you’re Tom Holland

“Yes, I am. That introduction was rather easy, what’s your name, darling?” He asked, with a kind smile.

“My name? Yeah. It’s uh. Um. I don’t remember. I’m a little star struck right now. I’m sorry. What?” You just kept starring at him, not really able to understand that he was actually your new neighbour.

“That’s a new one. It’s alright really” He looked a little uncomfortable, and you somehow managed to snap out of your star struckness.

“I’m sorry. I was just a little surprised. I’m Y/n. My name is Y/n. I just moved in next door, and I brought cookies” You spoke faster than usually, and even though you were trying to stay calm, but you were still very much freaking out on the inside.

“Oh! That’s so nice of you. Eh, thank you, I think” He smiled at you awkwardly. “ehm. So. I’m having a party tonight. Just a couple of friends, nothing loud, but we are going to get drunk. Do you want to come? Get to uh, get to know each other maybe?”

“Yeah, sure! I’ll just. Come by later. Then. Okay. I’ll go now… See you tonight, I guess” You gave him the cookies, and hurried back to your apartment, hoping to avoid embarrassing yourself.  

As you walked into your new bedroom, you sat in your bed, leaning your head back against the wall, trying to calm down your beating heart. Was this really happening? Did you just meet Tom Holland? And did he really just invite you to a party?

Haz, I kinda invited my new neighbour to the party tonight. She’s hot! It was a bit awkward, because she seemed a bit starstrucked but maybe some alcohol will help with that? She even brought me cookies!… No. That was before she knew who i was… No, I’m not going to save some for you. They’re really good, so no” You could hear Tom talking on the phone in the room next to yours.

Your heart was no where near to slowing down now. Did he really think you were hot? This was good right? Your celebrity crush, thought you were hot, this had to be a good thing. How could this be a bad thing?

He also said you were awkward, so that wasn’t a good thing. What if you kept being awkward when you got drunk? You had a tendency to become very flirtatious when you got drunk. Maybe you would make things even awkwarder. This was just great, now you were even starting to mess up words.

***

You had spent 2 hours getting ready. Every piece of clothing you had found was either too formal, or too casual. To be honest, you didn’t really know how fancy you were supposed to be, so in the end, you decided to just go with it. So you were wearing some high waited jeans, and a tight crop top

Your makeup was fancier than usually, but not too much. You kept it simple. Normally you would go all in, because you loved the process of applying the make up, but tonight was different. Tonight, you wanted to keep it simple. You actually cared what Tom thought of you.

As you knocked on the door, you felt confident. It might have something to do with the shots you had taken before you left your own apartment. You weren’t drunk, you were just not sober enough to doubt yourself so much.

“Y/n! You’re just in time! We’re about to start playing most likely! You should totally join, get to know everyone” Tom said, smiling, as he opened the door. You blushed, remembering his phone call earlier.

As you walked into his apartment, you were greeted with a lot of different faces. You tried you best to remember everyone’s names, but the more alcohol you drank, the harder it got. At the end of the night, you were a flirting giggling mess. Maybe it was just your crush on Tom, but in your drunken state, you felt a kind of connection with him. Eventually everyone left, leaving just you and Tom.

“Tonight was fun. I’m glad that you moved in” He said, biting his lip. You were sitting next to each other on the couch, and his arm was carefully placed behind you, on the back of the couch.

“Totally! So much fun. So many names. Not really enough dancing, but that’s okay. I guess that’s just how you Londoners party” You said, giggling.

“Oh, so you want to dance?” Tom asked, quickly standing up, and bowing down. “Well, milady, can i have this dance?”  There was some quiet music playing in the background, as you looked at him.

“I’m not a very good slow dancer” You said nervously, as you took his hand.

“Just let me lead. I am a dancer after all” He winked at you, and you laughingly shook your head.

“Maybe we should just keep talking instead! I’m good at that. It’s hard to fuck that up” You tried, as you stayed seated in the couch.

“Do i need to remind you that you forgot your name, earlier today? So i do think it’s possible to fuck up talking” He laughed, as he gently pulled your hand.

“I just needed a confidence boost! And you saying i was hot, and that I made great cookies really did the trick!” You said. He stopped pulling your hand, while his face fell a little.

“How do you… How do you know that?” He asked, a little colour getting into his cheeks.

You do realize we have thin walls, right? I can hear when you talk to your friend about me” Now it was your turn to bite your lip. You had done it a lot of times this evening, and every time Tom would notice it.

“Of course we do” He said, sitting down next to you again. “So, I guess my secret is out. I do find you very attractive. And I been wanting to smear out that lipstick of yours all night”

“Oh really? Then what are you waiting for?” You whispered, letting go of your lip.

“Every one else to leave” He said quietly, as he slowly leaned closer.

“They already did” You answered, staying put. Was this really happening?

“Yeah” He breathed, as he connected your lips. Your teeth got knocked together, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The tension had built between you, and your first kiss ended up with a teeth knock. He smiled against your lips, as you continued the kiss.

When you pulled away from him, you were breathless. Your drunk self was so lost in the moment, and you just wanted to feel him on your lips again.

“I really want to take this further, but I think we’re both too drunk, for it to be a good idea” Tom said, while he tried to catch his breath.

“If you think that far, you’re not drunk enough, And don’t worry, I would never regret sleeping with you. I’ve had the biggest crush on Spider-man since I was 11” You told him, as you leaned closer to him again.

“Are you telling me, you’re not interested in me, but in my alter ego?” Tom asked, pretending to be offended, which made you laugh.

“I’m just thinking about how amazingly crazy the sex would be. Have you ever used your spider powers for something, I don’t know, kinky?” You asked, eyebrows raised.

You do realize, that I’m not actually Spider-Man, right? How drunk are you?“ He sent a funny face, as he laughed.

"I was kidding! I’m not that drunk. But in theory. Would Peter Parker use his spider powers in bed?” You asked in a serious voice, before laughing.

“What kind of kinky stuff are you into? That’s such a weird question!”

“I guess you’ll have to find out”

***

A month went by, and you and Tom got closer very quickly. The first week had been awkward, and none of you really know what to say to the other. At the end off the week, he had asked you on a date, and things got a bit smoother.

After your first date, you hadn’t spent many nights in your own apartment. If you did, Tom would often be with you. So in just a month, you had gotten really close. Close enough to being official, but not official official.

The best part was the late night conversations. A couple of times, you had said something you wish you hadn’t, and you would always pray that he would forget. Like the time you told him about your Tumblr blog. From the second the words left your mouth, you knew it was a mistake.

You had just mentioned that you at one point posted Marvel stories on Tumblr, and then after Tom got the Spider-Man part, it was suddenly very focused on Spider-Man, and maybe even a few times him. So of course, he had brought it up a couple of times. He wanted to see it, which there was no way you were going to let him. It would just be awkward. You had written smut about him. You were not going to explain that part too him.

So when you got home from work, you found Tom sitting on your bed, looking at his phone, with a very focused face. He only glanced up at you, before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

“Hello to you too” You said, as you let yourself fall down beside him. “What are you doing?” You asked. You loved it when he looked focused. It didn’t turn you on, but it kinda turned you on.

“I’m on Tumblr. There’s a lot of fanfic about me. Even something called smut. It’s really dirty, and kinda weird, but also strangely captivating” He said, eyes still on the screen.

“Wait, are you reading smut about yourself? Isn’t that kind of like watching a porn with yourself in it?” You asked, smiling. Internally praying that he hadn’t found any of your fics yet.

“It’s super weird, but i think i’m kinda into it. It’s hot” He said, as he finally looked at you, sending you a smirk. A smirk you had learned all too well. “And darling, by the way. I found your Tumblr blog about me. It’s really flattering. You’re a really good writer. I especially like the ones where you get really descriptive”

“Oh” Was all you managed to get out, as you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. You felt the air getting stuck in lungs, and every part of your body was telling you to run away.

You look like a deer in headlights. Don’t worry. I don’t think it’s creepy at all. I liked it, i really did. If anything, it only made me more into you” He reassured you.

Ehm. I’m not. What blog? What smut? Don’t know anything about any of that” You got out, as you more shy than you had ever felt.

“‘Oh darling. Why don’t we act out some of the stuff you wrote about me? Maybe that’ll jog your memory. Those deer eyes, got me thinking of one of your stories. Bad boy AU i think you called it” He said in a seducing voice, as he leaned closer to you.

“What? No, don’t remember it” You stayed frozen in your spot, as Tom kept moving closer to you.

“Really? It’s about us being kind of together, but not completely. Then there’s this really hot scene, where I just kiss you, and then tie you up when you’re not paying attention” As he got closer to you, you once again lost your breath again.

While you were still searching for words, he closed the space between you. His lips were more in control than they usually were, and you let yourself fall under his control. When you were deep into the kiss, he lead your arms up to the bedframe, and you felt something tighten around your wrist.

He broke away from, and looked at you with a playful smile.

“Are we really doing this?” You asked, trying to catch your breath. You had to admit, that him taking control really turned you on, and made you forget everything else.

“I’m just doing what you wrote. So everything we do tonight, is all to your credit”

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CHAPTER ONE: PAST AND PRESENT

Authors: @2moms-0fucks and @piecesofscully

Rating: Teen

Chapter Word Count: ~6,000

“Like watching a dream, the sounds and movements around her are exaggerated with each passing millisecond. Muffled sounds. People moving in slow motion. If Dana Scully is ever asked one day to explain the events on the bridge, she won’t know what to tell them.”


Notes: This is our gift to the fandom. Patty and I have spent 8 months working on this monster, and while there were times when we didn’t think we’d be able to finish it, we believed in the story we were telling – and even more so, we wanted to share it with you all. It’s our love for the show, its characters, and our desperate needs for redemption in their emotional arcs that led us to write this. And so, we share it with you. A special thanks to @bohoartist for helping to beta this beast, giving us your honest feedback and helping us to write to the best of our abilities. Countless love and appreciation to everyone else who listened to our bitching and moaning these last 8 months. We couldn’t have done it without all of you. 



CHAPTER ONE: PAST AND PRESENT

Cars sit bumper to bumper along the two-way road that leads to the bridge. The night ahead of them is flooded with a sea of red lights, glowing and flickering as the cluster of drivers tap on their brakes to scoot ahead inch by inch. For miles and miles, horns blare angrily as fearful motorists do all they can to move. Gridlock enslaves the city and it’s outskirts as everyone attempts to evacuate, all too fearful of being the next victim, the next target.

The weathered truck sits idly and its headlights reflect off the car only inches from his front bumper. Years of being parked under the hot sun has aged the blue paint of the truck’s hood, oxidizing and chipping the once vibrant color, leaving it stripped bare and dull before its time. As the owner of the truck scratches his thick and prickly beard that was quickly becoming more gray than brown, he smirks to himself that his beloved truck isn’t the only thing aging prematurely. He lifts his chin to look in the rearview mirror, and his blue eyes stare back at him, their edges lined and wrinkled from harsh living conditions under the sun. When did he get so fucking old?

“This will be our final broadcast before we head off air here in a sec–” a shaky voice speaks to them from the speakers. “The station wants us to play a clip on a loop…something about a vaccine being made…I don’t know–” the announcer trails off, and the older man in the cab reaches forward to turn up the volume. His young passenger sits up, eyes glued to the green numbers on the small radio.

“From everyone here at KDCR, we wish everyone…,” the voice pauses, and the radio silence is dead air for seconds on end. Finally, the shaky voice returns, his message simple. “God help us.” Then nothing.

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anonymous asked:

Can you explain to me the appeal/ rationale of davenchurch other than they're both short and old?

Here is my humble onion.

Yep. They’re both short and old, which is already very good to me. But sure, let’s go. 

We don’t see much of Davenport. By now we know that he is clearly living for his mission, he’s worked all his life for this task and put all of himself in making this work. He is dedicated, but through his dedication he’s become emotionally distant. I think he’d take quite some time to open up to someone in a romantic way, but he’s voiced very early on, that he enjoys spending time with Merle (the year spent wandering the wilderness, looking for the Light of Creation) 

Merle is a deeply caring, endlessly positive force. He would give Davenport the needed emotional support and chance to calm down and open up that he clearly needs, would get him out of his head once in a while and give him room to be more than just ‘The Captain.’

On the other hand, Davenport can be a grounding anchor to Merle, when he slips into his more irrational and impulsive moods!

We did not get much on them during the episodes, sadly - Griffin made sure to deliver the point that Davenport lived for his mission and clearly they are pushing for some sort of thing with Merle and Lucretia -  but they spent almost a full century together, I mean. Come on.

Also I’m tired of only ever seeing ships of ‘hot, young men’ so that’s that.

Flames and Snowflakes

Yours’ one shot series - Ethan Dolan

Warning: smut

Two pairs of snow boots heavily trudged uphill on slick and slushy terrain. The sun was shining brightly in the clouded sky, but beneath it was deceiving- trees without leaves, snow and ice filtering the ground, crisp flakes soaring and swooshing about with the wind. It was cold, the skin on Ethan’s arms erupting in goosebumps under his coat while he held firmly to his snowboard. A smirk lifted on his lips listening to you moan and groan.

“Go to Colorado, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.” You huffed, stepping around a few more boulders, twigs crunching under your feet. “I knew I should’ve tagged along with Grayson, instead.”

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Dinner party {Roman Godfrey}

Smut-ish, little bit

You never liked these kinds of dinner parties, and when you turned 15 you had decided you didn’t want to go to them anymore.


As sweet as your mom was, she had let you stay home every time. But now you had become an adult, and being the one that would take over the company in the future, you had to make good impressions.


Accompanied by your mother and father, you entered the Godfrey Mansion for this evening’s dinner party.


Staff parked the car, took your coats and handed you champagne.


The mansion hadn’t changed much since the last time you were there. Your parents had been friends with Olivia Godfrey for years, so you weren’t a stranger to her and her children.

Being home-schooled; Roman and Shelley Godfrey were the only ones your age that you had contact with during those business parties.


But after you had chosen not to get involved with the fancy business stuff anymore, you hadn’t had a lot of contact with the Godfreys.


From the corner of your eye, you spotted Roman. He’s supposed to run the business after his dad died, but he didn’t want to. So Olivia did it for him.


As soon as he caught you looking, he walked up to you.


“Y/N, how long has it been?” He asked with a smirk. “Five, maybe six years?”


He was leaning against the wall, making him a little shorter, but you still had to look up to meet his eyes.


“Uh yes, something like that.” You replied, sipping your champagne.


There was no doubt; Roman had become extremely attractive. He was definitely not the weird kid he used to be when you were both younger.


“You wanna go up the balcony and catch up?” Roman asked with a smile. “Like old times?


"Gladly!” You agreed, putting your empty glass on a nearby table.


As you and Roman headed towards the stairs, your mother informed you that dinner would be served soon.


“I’ll be back on time, mom.” You quickly said. “I’m not a kid anymore, I know what’s expected of me here.”


“Don’t you sound all fancy and grown up.” Roman chuckled, opening the door to the attic for you.


You shrugged and took off your heels, they would only keep you from climbing on the balcony safely. As far as safely existed in this case.


“You and Shelley are the only thing I really missed about these parties, to be honest.” You said as the two of you sat down on the usual spot. “If it weren’t for me taking over soon, I wouldn’t have done this at all.”


“You’ve changed a lot since the last time I saw you.” Roman stated. “You have become fucking hot.”


You laughed, “hah right back at ya, Godfrey!”


“You also got way more confident, damn.” Roman chuckled. “You used to be so shy and quiet.”


You snorted. “Did I ever tell you that you were my first kiss? That one time when we played truth or dare during your mom’s birthday?”


“Cute.” He replied, giving you a smirk. “It’s a shame I wasn’t your first fuck as well.”


You knew exactly what he was thinking, and you were not against that at all.

He placed his hand on your thigh, just where your dress ended, and was kind of waiting for you to do something.


“You can be tonight’s fuck though.” You said to him, leaning in and making sure his hand would rise up closer in between your legs as you moved.


He grinned, “I think I’m gonna take that offer.”


You pecked his cheek and got up, smirking. “We have to have dinner.”


Roman was a bit mad you left him there, all worked up, but you knew exactly what you were doing. And it wasn’t a surprise at all that he took place next to you at the dinner table.


“You’re not used to having to wait, are you?” You mumbled to him as the appetizers were put in front of you.


His hand was back on your tight, slightly gripping it. “Not at all.”


You took a bite of you food, chewing extra slowly before swallowing it down. “You’re gonna have to, because I’m enjoying this.”


“The food or making me wait?” Roman asked, as he was getting a little impatient. He hadn’t touched his food at all and was holding a glass of red wine in one hand; the other still on your skin.


You slowly put your hand under the table and briefly brushed his crotch; feeling his hard on. “Both.”


Roman bit his lower lip and slid his hand up your leg and to your panties.


You closed your legs and removed his hand. “I wanna have my full attention on the food.”


Roman let out a quiet groan and mumbled: “you got me so fucking hard, let me touch you?”


“After dessert.” You replied with a smirk. “Tell me what you’re gonna do to me?”


He leaned in, close to your ear and whispered: “I’m taking you to my room, bend you over my desk and fuck you so good that you’re gonna be thinking about it for a very long time. And I’m gonna make you want more.”

stenbrough - first date headcanons

♥ y’all so you’d never expect it but bill n stan have the best fuckin first date

♥ sorry did i say you’d never expect it i meant to say OF COURSE THEY DID

♥ after they beat pennywise’s dumb clown ass and they’re out in the barrens bill’s looking at stan with those bitch ass bandages and he’s like “whoa what an angel” because hot damn there’s a literal,, ring of light around this boy. when did stan become beautiful??? (wait no he was born beautiful. bill just didn’t notice)

♥ bill buys a bird plushie and wraps a message around it’s leg like messenger pigeons they used in the way and throws it at stan (”s-so it’d look like it was fl-flying, stan!”) next time he sees him (he carried it around in his bag for like two days thinking he’d see stan but their schedules conflicted)

♥ “i-it was meant to be like a pigeon bu-but they only had bu-budgie toys in the st-st-store.”

♥ stan’s hoe ass loves it

♥ the message is something dumb like “you’re owl i need, stan. wanna go on a date?”

♥ “bill you’re giving me like 3 different birds here wyd”

♥ first date???? no food. stan’s just not up for eating in public it makes his chest hurt and his head spin and he can’t deal. bill already knows this and is totally like !! damn boi i’ll give you the best non-typical date ever babe!!!

♥ they go on a walk through the woods n it’s so nice the way the lighting is dappled by the leaves on the trees and when it hits the right spot on stan’s face he looks godly and bill’s so fucking gay right now jesus (fun fact: all sports are the right spot when does stan not look like a god)

♥ stan’s still stan but he’s like?? so much more suddenly??? he’s affectionate and likes brushing his hands against bill’s and leaning into him as they walk and as he does bill can feel his heart racing and he’s like “same stan me too” internally and it’s grand.

♥ they do a bit of birdwatching and stan points out his faves!!! bill loves the way his eyes light up when he sees the feathered friends like mmMM yes (he’s already decided he’s buying stan a bird for his birthday sometime (and he does when they’re 20 and bill does that dumb messenger bird thing again only this time it’s an engagement ring and stan sobs because he gets a bird and a fiance of his own) )

♥ as they’re headed home there’s a spot of rain and bill starts to just,, fall apart because jesus he just had to let go of the brother he lost to a storm and stan does the only thing he can think of doing, still high off the euphoria of spending the day with the boy he’s loved since he realised he was gay and he just kisses bill and they give a whole new meaning to rain in their hearts and yeah, they’ll never forget georgie but now there’s this new happy memory to associate with rain

♥ it’s the start of a beautiful relationship that lasts forever and ever and nothing bad ever happens and that’s canon i’m sorry i don’t make the rules.

very big thanks to @wyattghouleff for the suggestion ty!!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

MSR prompt: M&S get caught being intimate at Maggie's house by Bill Jr.

You wanted it (as did half my inbox), you got it! I hope you like it, this turned out waaaaay longer than I anticipated. I apologize, I’m not that great at writing smut, but here we go. 

Caught in the Act (NSFW)

Scully glanced over at her partner, smirking to herself as she took in his comatose state, snoring lightly on her mom’s patterned sofa. The events of the past week, the two FBI agents traipsing across the country on yet another case, had clearly taken their toll on Mulder, and he’d drifted off once they’d settled on the couch, not long after enjoying Maggie’s renowned Sunday lunch. Usually he had no qualms with visiting Scully’s mother on the weekend, but this time it was different, it was an entire family gathering. Bill, Tara and Matthew were in town to celebrate the Easter weekend, and for once Charlie, his wife Claire and their two sons Jason and Mark had joined them. And not only was it the first time that Mulder had met Charlie, it was the first time he was coming face to face with Bill since he and Scully had become a couple. It was no secret that Bill hated Mulder; that had been particularly evident at Christmas, when Scully had invited her partner to her mom’s for the day, and the two of them had later experienced their first kiss beneath the mistletoe. But despite the fact that Mulder and Scully were now officially a couple, Bill’s attitude still hadn’t softened towards his sister’s partner. So far he’d been civil, but was lacking any warmth, however the opposite could be said for Tara and Charlie and his family. Though Mulder had only met Tara a handful of times, mostly under sad circumstances, she was always polite and friendly towards him, sensing how important he was to Scully. She seemed pleased that their relationship had developed and was happy that her sister-in-law was happy. And Charlie, well he was the complete opposite to his brother – laid back and friendly with a great – and sometimes sick – sense of humor. Mulder immediately took a liking to him, and the feeling was mutual.

Considering he’d been reluctant to attend a Scully family gathering, Mulder had soon stopped sulking once lunch was served, and even Bill managed to chill out as they all ate. Once dessert had been served, the family retreated to the living room while Bill and Charlie – nominated by the Scully women – started work on the dishes and Maggie observed, taking time to catch up with her sons. Meanwhile Mulder had promptly fallen asleep while the adults talked and the children played with Matty’s new trainset.

“I’m taking it as a compliment that Fox has fallen asleep on us,” said Maggie as she entered the living room, giving Mulder a fond look. It appeared the dishes were now done.

“Please do mom,” said Scully, sitting next to her partner. “You know how much he loves your cooking.”

Bill scoffed from the doorway, a towel in his hands. “It’s a convenient time to take a nap, just as we’re doing the dishes.”

“Fox does the dishes every Sunday,” Maggie argued. “It’s about time he got some rest.”

“You been keeping him up all night Danes?” Charlie asked with a smug smile, coming to a stop just behind his older brother. Bill turned and glared, flicking his brother with the towel. “Don’t be so crass Charlie.”

“What? I didn’t say anything. Mulder and Dana work long hours, that’s what I mean.”

“Yeah, of course you did.”

“Lighten up Big Brother. Anyone would think you didn’t get any.”

“Charlie!”

“Get any what dad?” Asked Jason from his position on the floor. That shut Charlie up.

“Nothing.”

Maggie smiled, bemused at the conversation. “Dana, if Fox wants to sleep he can go upstairs.”

“I thought today was supposed to be a family day,” Bill protested. In response Tara glared at her husband.

“You’ve changed your tune considering you spend all your time stating that Mulder isn’t part of the family,” Scully shot back, unable to stop herself.

“Now now,” Maggie interrupted, well aware of how easily disagreements between her children could escalate. “Please be nice to one another. It’s been a lovely day so far.”

“Sorry mom,” Bill and Scully said in unison. “I’ll send Mulder upstairs,” Scully continued. “We didn’t get back from Alabama until late last night.

“You’re not sleeping,” Bill said pointedly.

“Mulder has difficulty sleeping at the best of times,” she argued, before sighing heavily and shaking her head. She wasn’t going to get into this.

Taking the hint, Bill returned to the remaining dishes, leaving Scully to wake her partner and point him in the direction of the spare room upstairs.

Xxxxx

Mulder stirred as he felt the mattress dip, and a hot body curl up against him. “Mmm?”

“Hi.” Scully snaked an arm over his torso, burying her head in Mulder’s neck, pressing light kisses against his skin. Suddenly he was becoming more awake. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” he murmured, shifting in the bed. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

“I know. At first I thought you were pretending to get out of talking to Bill, but you didn’t stir when Mom mentioned leftovers so I knew you were really out for the count.”

“I was tired.”

“I noticed,” she replied, leaving his neck momentarily to kiss his mouth.

“Bill won’t like this,” said Mulder when their lips parted, moving his right hand down to the small of her back, holding her in place.

“Bill’s not here.”

“He’s gone already?”

Scully smiled at the hope in her partner’s voice. “He’s gone for a walk.”

“Off a short pier?”

“Now now.”

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound particularly sorry.

“They’ve all gone out to walk off lunch. The kids had cabin fever and were driving everyone mad.”

“Everyone’s gone out?”

“Mmhmm.”

“You didn’t want to go?”

“No, I had a headache.”

“You do?” Mulder propped himself up on his elbow, studying his partner. “Are you ok?” He moved his hand up to Scully’s forehead, trying to feel whether she had a fever. She batted him away.

“I’m fine.”

“Your headache has gone?”

“I never had a headache.”

Sleepy Mulder looked adorably confused. “You’re losing me here.”

“I never had a headache,” Scully repeated slowly, her lips reattaching themselves to Mulder’s neck. “I thought we could have some alone time.”

Suddenly he caught on, his body beginning to respond. “Oh really.”

“It’s been a long week. I missed you in my bed. The house is empty Mulder. There’s no one here except you and I…”

“Here all alone in your teenage bed.”

“Not my teenage bed.”

“Sssh…don’t ruin the picture I have in my mind.”

“You’re a dirty old man.”

“And you love it.”

In response Scully trailed her hand down Mulder’s torso and down to his pants, slowly loosening his belt. His jeans suddenly felt a little tighter as his cock began to harden in anticipation. “So, we’re all alone in this big old bed of yours.”

“We are.” The belt now unbuckled, Scully began work on unbuttoning Mulder’s shirt.

“What shall we do?”

“Well, I guess we could nap.” She flicked her tongue at his nipple, smiling as he shivered.

“We could, although I’ve napped already and I’m not particularly tired.”

“That’s a shame. I guess we’ll have to think of something else to do.” Her hand moved down once more towards his zipper. She looked down, licking her lips subconsciously as she saw the bulge in his pants, all for her.

Mulder’s eyes darted over towards the closed door. “Are you sure this is safe? What if they come back?”

“They won’t come back for a while. Matty is into everything right now, it’ll take them an hour to even get around the block.”

“What if they change their minds and come back?”

“They won’t come back until the kids have worked off some of their energy.” Scully kissed her partner, moaning as Mulder’s tongue entered her mouth, his hand moving to palm her ass. “I think it’s about time we worked off some of our own energy.”

She shifted, taking the opportunity to remove her sweater, slowly evening the score, while Mulder’s eyes darted over towards the bedroom door. “Should we lock it?”

His partner kept her gaze on him as she unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling free. Next she reached into Mulder’s pants, wrapped her hand around his cock and slowly began to stroke him. “We’re fine,” she stressed. “It’s locked.”

“It is?”

Scully said nothing, instead scooting down the bed to carefully divest Mulder of his pants and boxer shorts. “Normally you don’t have any reservations about getting naked.”

“Normally your brother is safely on the other side of the…fuuuuck.” Mulder’s head fell back onto the pillow as Scully licked his cock from root to tip.

“Don’t you want to fuck me in my teenage bed?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at him.  

Groaning, Mulder nodded. “I do,” he hissed as she took him into her mouth, working him in earnest. “I really really do.” Scully’s free hand moved up to caress his balls as her lips moved up and down his shaft. “Oh god, I’m not going to last if you keep this up.” She quickened her pace in response. “Scully please?”

“What?” Her voice vibrated around his cock.

“Stop.”

“Why?” She was smirking now, playing with him in more ways than one.

“Iwannafuckyouinyourbed.”

“I can’t hear you,” she taunted, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock. He was about to explode in her mouth.

“Sculleeeeey!”

Finally pulling away, just in time, Scully crawled back up Mulder’s body, looking pretty fucking smug with herself.

“You’re such a tease,” he said, flipping them both over so that Scully was now on her back. “Bad girl.”

“You love it when I’m a bad girl.”

“You’re overdressed too,” he added, making quick work of her jeans and panties. He paused momentarily, debating whether to go down on her, but he was already pretty worked up and so quickly tested the waters by slipping a finger into her pussy, finding her warm, wet and ready. Seconds later he was slipping his cock into her heat, groaning at the sensation. “Fuck Scully.”

“Move!” she ordered, slapping his ass cheek.

“I’m not going to last long.”

“Me either. But I need you to move!”

Not one to disobey her, Mulder began moving his cock in and out of her, then quickened the pace. They were both so absorbed in the moment, in the ecstasy, that neither of them heard footsteps ascending the stairs, or the door handle turning. They didn’t realize anyone was there until –

“What the fuck?”

“Shit!”

Mulder quickly withdrew from his partner, hurriedly attempting to cover their modesty with the comforter as Bill stood in the doorway, his face flushed and his eyes boring into them. This was bad. Really bad.

“Bill! Can’t you knock?”

“I thought you had a headache?” Closing his eyes, Bill spun round, facing the wall as Scully scrambled for her clothes. “I can’t believe you two. This is supposed to be a family day Dana, and instead you guys are doing this? That’s low Dana, even for you.”

“Hey!” Mulder snapped, pulling on his jeans and standing up, searching for his shirt. “That’s out of line.”

“I’m out of line?” Bill turned to face them once again, his expression still furious. “I’m not the one sneaking off with him and doing this!” He sighed. “I came back because I forgot Matty’s raincoat and thought I’d check you were ok while I was here. I wish I hadn’t bothered. I’m going now, but I swear to god if we come back and the kids see you –”

“They won’t,” Scully, now fully dressed, promised, Mulder murmuring in agreement. “But you’re not going to tell Mom?”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t?”

“Bill!”

“She thinks the sun shines out of his ass,” he yelled, pointing at Mulder. “It’s about time she found out what he’s really like.”

“What?” Scully shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. She meant business now. “This isn’t Mulder’s fault. It was my idea.”

“Oh come off it.”

“What? You think I don’t like sex?”

“Dana.”

“No, I’m telling you Bill, I initiated it. I lied to you, came upstairs, woke Mulder up and initiated sex. If you want to tell Mom that, go ahead, but leave Mulder out of it. And just remember the time that Mom AND Dad found you and Tara together in the living room. You weren’t quite so high and mighty back then.”

She had him there. His face flushing, Bill immediately scowled in Mulder’s direction, as though daring him to say something. He didn’t.

“You’re just angry because you’ve got a problem with Mulder, but he’s family,” she continued, her tone of voice signalling that she didn’t want any arguments. “So get over it. Now Mulder and I will meet you downstairs and join you on your walk. And I’d suggest you don’t say anything to Mom, unless you want me to tell her what Missy found in your bedroom that time.” Bill’s eyes widened, and Mulder made a mental note to question his partner further when they were alone.

“Fine,” he spat. “But you two are doing the dishes for the rest of the weekend.”

Scully looked as though she was about to protest, but Mulder interrupted. “Deal.”

“Fine.” Throwing one final disgusted look at the pair of them, Bill moved to head back out of the door. “Two minutes.”

“Five,” Scully countered.

He sneered in Mulder’s direction. “I wouldn’t think he needs five.”

“Bill!” But he was gone.

“Wait, did your brother just make a sex dig at me?” Mulder asked, sitting back down on the bed. “I feel like I’m in the weirdest dream ever.”

“I wish this was a dream.” Walking over towards her partner, Scully perched on his knee. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

“I know. I’m traumatised Scully. Your brother’s face is the last thing anyone wants to see when they’re having sex. No offence to Tara.”

“I’m sure she agrees sometimes,” Scully said, chuckling to herself, before the memory of her brother walking in and catching them in the act came flooding back. “Oh god, I’m so sorry. It’s my fault.”

“I’m equally to blame. I am irresistible.”

“He’s never going to let us live it down.”

“Dana!” Bill’s voice sounded out from downstairs.

“C’mon,” said Mulder, pecking his partner on the lips. “We’d better go before he comes back up.” They both stood to head downstairs. “Oh and Scully? If we stay here again, we’re getting that damn lock fixed.”

bts reaction: you don't believe they're virgins

+because of their hotness on stage

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Jin

“I mean—” You sighed and looked back at Jin who was staring at you with question for why you looked away. “—Then that means your hotness on stage is something you had when you were a virgin?”

It took him a little too long to give you a reaction but it was a big one. He laughed and held your shoulder, leaned forward, slapped his knee—everything.

“Well, to think I’m more than just Worldwide Handsome,” He sighed out, his laughter dying out as he wiped a small tear from the corner of his eye.

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Yoongi

Yoongi laughed a little and rubbed his nose but soon, he felt confused when you showed him a look of question after his claim. “You’re a virgin?” You repeated a bit slowly and he nodded. “But then how are you like that on stage?”

“Like what?” he laughed out, “what’re you talking about?”

“I mean, on stage you’re so,” you trailed off looking for the right word, “hot.” He burst out into a fit of laughter and while he felt his face burning up, he flashed a thumbs up.

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Hoseok

“So you’re telling me,” you started, looking at Hoseok’s face that was mixed with nervousness and embarrassment, “you’re a virgin.”

He nodded and laughed, tempted to play with his fingers as you added, “so without any sex, you’re able to be incredibly hot on stage?” He froze in mortification and attempted at laughing his red cheeks away as you looked at him, almost seriously and it made him want to hide from the feelings overwhelming him.

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Namjoon

“That’s hard to believe.” You said blatantly. Namjoon looked at you confusedly as he tilted his head out for you to repeat what you had just said, “Virgin my ass—How are you able to be so hot on stage then?”

He paused to comprehend you told him but soon laughed and looked downward. “Is that a compliment?”

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Jimin

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “No way you’re a virgin.”

Jimin felt offended once you said that. Did he seem like someone that would give his virginity easily? “If you are, how do you look so hot on stage?” You suddenly spoke which made him look at you with burning cheeks. “You know you attack Army’s hearts when you simply walk on stage, right? Don’t even get me started when you app—”

“Jagi, please,” he whined covering his face that was slowly becoming redder and redder.

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Taehyung

“So you’re a virgin yet you can be so hot on stage?” you said in awe, just barely keeping your mouth from forming an ‘o’ shape. He looked at you with a suppressed smile trying to be held back as you continued, “Wow, you’re pretty incredible,” and leaned back in your chair.

Needless to say, you raised his already high confidence to a level that could rival Jin’s.

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Jungkook

Jungkook rubbed his neck as he looked away, embarrassed to see his surroundings but it didn’t change the fact that he knew you were staring into his soul. “You’ve never had sex before?” You asked, clearly intrigued by what he told you and he gave a small nod. He looked at you when he heard you making a humming noise of thought and was tempted to ask you about what’s wrong but you spoke up. “So, what you have on stage is just…raw material?”

“What do I have onstage?” He laughed out confusedly.

“Sexiness?”

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