who the hell is really gonna look at these

random rp sentence starters

  • “ What are you doing here? “
  • “ I didn’t know you cared. “
  • “ Who are you? You look kind of familiar. “
  • “ I’m not just gonna sit by and watch while you’re getting hurt! “
  • “ I thought you cared. “
  • “ What happened to us? “
  • “ Hey, watch out! “
  • “ You’re not supposed to be in here. “
  • “ I care about you, you know! “
  • “ You’re lying to me. “
  • “ I was lying, okay?! “ 
  • “ I didn’t mean to push you away. “
  • “ You know this is a terrible idea, right? “ 
  • “ Don’t lose hope. “ 
  • “ What the hell are you doing? “
  • “ I can’t do this anymore. “
  • “ You can’t give up, not now! “
  • “ I should really practice more often. “ 
  • “ Am I supposed to know who you are? “
  • “ Get out of my house! “
  • “ I’m not in love. “ 
  • “ You’re always welcome here, you know. “
  • “ I really think we should turn around. “
  • “ This is stupid, this is so stupid… “
  • “ What was that sound? “
  • “ Tell me you see that too. “
  • “ Come on, get up! “
  • “ Wake up, please! “
  • “ I can’t lose you too. “ 
  • “ I’m not sure how I’m supposed to react to this. “
  • “ I just want to keep you safe. “
  • “ You don’t think I’m annoying, do you? “
  • “ I don’t want to be a burden. “ 

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘

anonymous asked:

BODY 👏 SWAP 👏 TROPE 👏 Hcs for members switching bodies with another member for a day what would they do 👻 You can pick who switches with who ~ love you 💕

i am loving this freaky friday shit

Yoosung in Jumin’s body

  • suddenly sleep deprived gamer boy has to play head of a massive corporation for the day?
  • he hates it
  • FIRST OF ALL, he cant understand anything anyone is saying
  • he cant even enjoy all the luxury of being Jumin, he’s too busy answering confusing phone calls that he has to clumsily stutter his way through
  • “Mr. Han, did you look over the marketing teams newest proposal for re-branding products to better appeal to a wider range of potential clients?”
  • “um…yea it was good. sounds like a good idea”
  •  “excellent. when you have time today please email me with-”
  • “yea sure tell Jaehee and i’ll do it”
  • “Mr. Han, i think-”
  • he hangs up, and that happens a few times before he even gets to work
  • gets lost like three times looking for his own office
  • as soon as he sees Jaehee he runs up to her and hugs her
  • “Jaehee oh my god this has been the worst morning ever everyone talks like their 50 years old and i-”
  • “Mr. Han? i dont think this behavior is-”
  • he lets go and brushes himself off, clearing his throat
  • “ah..um..yes, of course. i’ll be in my office…..assistant Kang…”
  • tries to pull his office door open, discovering that its a push door
  • all day:

Zen in Jaehee’s body

  • first of all
  • he knew Jaehee was a fan but like….
  • not this big of a fan
  • he is both overwhelmed by how thankful he is to have so much support and…a little freaked out?
  • also, he thinks Jaehee is attractive but who are we kidding, when he looked in the mirror and saw not himself, he was pretty upset
  • also pretty disappointed in Jaehee’s fashion sense but thats another subject for another day
  • there is no way in hell Zen was gonna go play Jumin assistant all day, he would rather die probably
  • and Zen knows better than anyone just how desperately this poor girl needs a break
  • so he decides to have a little treat yo self day!
  • he goes shopping and drinks fancy starbucks coffee and even gets a massage
  • he even snags a few cute boys numbers
  • (which yknow….Jaehee doesnt really need….but anyway)
  • he isnt really giving Jaehee a day off by doing this
  • but at least the massage will leave her feeling good in the morning!!

Jaehee in Seven’s body

  • cleaning
  • just, so much cleaning
  • also leaving the house to buy groceries
  • then getting a violent reminder that Seven is a very busy person when his boss calls
  • he sounds so scary and keeps talking about a “hard deadline” and someone named “agent vanderwood”
  • isnt that Sevens maid or something….?
  • well, no one can work on an empty stomach. not even the defender of justice
  • when she returns, agent vanderwood is there but she doesnt know its him
  • probably goes all martial arts on him, thinking its an intruder
  • vanderwood is a trained agent so he fights back a bit before being like SEVEN WHatTHE FUCK WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING ME ILL LITERALLY TAZE YOU
  • “taze me? arent you here to clean?”
  • VANDERWOOD IS READY TO KILL
  • “just do your work, alright?”
  • “um…yea…of course….”
  • KEYBOARD MASHING
  • Jaehee has no idea whats going on but she knows how to make it sound like she’s doing shit
  • starts working on C&R projects at one point

Jumin in Zen’s body

  • first thing he does is wake up and chop his hair off
  • all that hair just gets in the way?? he hates it??
  • that will be a nice surprise for Zen the next day :)
  • he knows that Zen probably has rehearsal and stuff but he’s not an actor
  • and he has a more important job to do anyway at C&R 
  • uuuggHHHH why doesnt Zen own any NICE suits??!
  • spends Zen’s money on a 3 piece suit
  • much better :)
  • then he tried to go into work just, as Zen
  • so many people tried to stop and ask who he was but he just walked past them
  • theres no time to try and prove his identity, he has to start the work day
  • finally he gets to his floor, where Jaehee is working at her desk
  • “assisstant Kang, i will be working in Zen’s body today. please forward my massages”
  • JAEHEE IS AEUFGGKWBEKJNSDVIHSEFN
  • THATS ZENS VOICE
  • but?? is that zen???
  • so upset because he has to reschedule all his meetings for that day
  • “i cant meet with the board looking like this”

707 in Yoosungs body

  • TIME FOR SCHOOL, KIDS
  • he has so much fun being Yoosung
  • hates Yoosung’s laptop so much
  • he misses his high performance laptop
  • finds a planner with Yoosungs class schedule in it
  • Yoosung doodles all over his planner, thats so cute
  • alright, he has to do everything he can with his one day back in college
  • upon entering his first class, he finds they’re taking an exam
  • its calc 2 so he aces it, of course
  • you’re so welcome, Yoosung
  • acts like a total smart ass all day
  • after classes he plays LOLOL for like 6 hours straight
  • Yoosung is literally so lucky to have me inside his body today
  • (lolololololololol)
  • also does all of Yoosungs homework for him
  • thinks to himself all day wow Seven, you’re such a saint

THANKS FOR READING!!!! SORRY FOR PUSHING MY YOOSEVEN AGENDA ALL THE TIME

edit: i love you too
Conversations you’ll most likely have with Wade Wilson

(A/N): I haven’t written one of these in forever but then I was thinking about it and Wade showed up in my mind so take this lil thing


“(Y/N), I was thinking, what if we made our own chimichangas?” 

“Do I trust you enough in my kitchen to do that?”

~

“If I figured out how to do an upside down Spiderman kiss would you willingly participate?” 

“Wade, the last time you tried you fell and broke your neck, we’re not starting this again,” 

~

“Wade Wilson a sub, huh?” 

“Don’t mock me, I can tell you’re mocking me,” 

~

“(Y/N), my skin hurts, it all hurts,” 

“I’m so sorry Wade, I don’t know- I don’t know what to do to help,” 

~

“I was once told I looked like an avocado had sex with another avocado,” 

“Well…that’s creative…” 

~

“Wade, we’ve been over this, you don’t have to hide behind a mask when you’re around me,” 

“I’m afraid one of these days you’re gonna wake up and realize how much I look like a monster,” 

~

“One of these days I want you to meet Eleanor, I think she’d really like you,” 

~

“I swear to god Wade if I wasn’t dating you you’d be dating Peter,” 

“I don’t think Tony approves of me so I’m going to have to say no to that statement,” 

~

“Aren’t they so beautiful?” 

“Wade, it’s 3 in the morning, who are you talking to?” 

“The readers,” 

“The who?”

“Nothin’, just go back to bed,” 

~

“God bless america!” 

“Wade, you’re canadian, stop with this nonsense,” 

~

“Why do you love me?”

“Because you’re beautiful inside and out, plus, who else is going to put up with my crazy,” 

~

“You’re insecure, don’t know what for-” 

“I look like a volcano exploded on the moon that’s why,” 

~

“Your ass is lookin’ fine today Wade,” 

“Trust me, I know,” 

~

“Wade we have spent almost a grand in mexican food this month,” 

“So I’m guessing that if I asked for tacos tonight you’re gonna say no?”

~

“Oh my god Wade! Don’t ever do that again!” 

“(Y/N), I’m fine, really, It’s just a little scratch,” 

“Wade your arm is actually missing shut the hell up,”

~

“If you ever so casually chop your fingers off again I swear I’m going to withhold sex from you for a week,”

~

“Did you know I love you?”

“Mhm,” 

“The voices in my head love you too,” 

“…Wade what the hell,” 

~

“Wade this is so gross, I can’t do this,” 

“Come on (Y/N) just stitch me up and I’ll be good as new- If you throw up into the gaping hole in my chest I will never forgive you,” 

~

“Wade I feel sick and If you don’t stop trying to pet me with that broom I swear I’m going to rip your hands off,” 

~

“I can’t believe you tried to use a fucking tide pen-” 

“I was young and inexperienced god,” 

~

“I think I got the suit wet with my blood and now I can’t get it off of me and I need help,” 

~

“So I may be a little late tonight, I’m kinda in the middle of somethin’,” 

*Casual sounds of screaming and gunshots in the background*

“Fine but I’m not making your chimichangas so you’re going to have to pick them up,” 

~

“I like you better without the mask,” 

“Do you now?”

“Yeah, You got a pretty nice face,” 

~

“I’ll love you till the end of time,” 

“Well you keep up with all this vigilante shit your time is running out buddy,”

“So…do you love me back or what?”

~

“If I have to come pick you up from a disappointed Fury one more time I may never take you out for food again,” 

~

“We don’t deserve you,” 

“Yeah you do buddy,” 

Weaponized pet pats.

Context: Pathfinder campaign where the party consists of a Barbarian, Oracle (Me), Ranger, Sorcerer, and Paladin. We’re clearing out a castle we received as a reward for saving a town. We made it inside the courtyard and met the three goblins who “owned” it. They were sitting 25 feet above us on a balcony. 

Goblins: *fire arrows at party, mostly missing.* “Have you come to pay tribute?!“ 

Paladin: *Attempts to diplomacy, and fails horribly* "You guys look great. Really great. Best goblins. Wanna come down here? So I can smite you to hell?”

Goblins: *fire arrows randomly again* “IS OUR CASTLE. PAY TRIBUTE OR DIE!”

Oracle, OOC: “I wanna roll diplomacy." 

DM: "Okay. But what are you gonna ask them to do?" 

Oracle, OOC: "I’m gonna ask them to come down so I can pet them." 

DM: *facepalms* "Just… just roll." 

Oracle: *Rolls really high on diplomacy* "If you come down here, I’ll give you free pet pats!" 

Goblins: *Fire arrows, missing once again* "WE…" 

The goblins stop and turn to each other, discussing the offer. 

Entire party decides to delay their actions, waiting to see if the Oracle’s stupid plan actually works.

DM: *laughing quietly as he rolls for the goblins*

Goblins: "WE ACCEPT PET PATS!" 

The goblins then proceed to jump from the balcony. One dies instantly upon impact, one falls unconscious and is dying, and the last one manages to land properly. 

The party bursts into laughter, and it’s a few minutes before we can get back on track.

The barbarian charges the only standing Goblin, and kills it instantly. 

Paladin, OOC: "I can’t believe it. We’ve weaponized pet pats. How." 

Ranger, OOC: "Look, all I know is our oracle just convinced three goblins to commit suicide." 

Oracle, OOC and IC: *giggling madly*

How the first episode of the Defenders should go:
  • *Luke is let out of prison*
  • Luke: Thanks you guys, it's good to be free again-who the hell are you two?
  • *points at Matt and Danny*
  • Jessica: Don't look at me, I don't know either. All I know is that Claire needs our help.
  • Claire: Okay, Luke, Jessica, this might sound strange but we have a situation on our hands.
  • Luke: Claire...please. I'm a walking bulletproof man.
  • Jessica: And I took down a man with mind control powers.
  • Luke: Exactly. You'd have to really TRY in order to weird us out anymore.
  • Claire: Okay, in that case, I'm gonna let Matt and Danny explain what's happening.
  • *Matt and Danny step up*
  • Matt: The city is under attack from an ancient, Japanese cult of ninja called "The Hand".
  • Danny: Right now, they're trying to harness the power of the "Black Sky" from a woman named Elektra Natchios, who was killed but later resurrected through a blood ritual involving some weird, ancient pod.
  • Matt: Also, Elektra's my ex-girlfriend. And she's part of an ancient organization called "The Chaste", who are the Hand's nemesis.
  • Danny: Oh, and did I mention that I was raised in a mythical city by monks and I can charge my fist with mystical chi energy?
  • Matt: And I'm blind but my senses have been heightened to the point that I don't need sight. Oh yeah, and I'm Daredevil aka the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Are you with us so far?
  • Luke: ...
  • Jessica: ...I need a drink.
  • Luke: Same.

anonymous asked:

Hello!! <3 Love your headcanons!! So could you do for rfa reacting MC drunk and not recognizing them? Like him trying to kiss her as always, but she walks away saying that she has a boyfriend and loves him? Lol Something like that..?? I think it would be cute and funny. haha >w< (Sorry for my bad english)

Your english isn’t bad, love. (who am I to judge, anyways?) 

Here it is! Hope you enjoy it! ^^


RFA with a drunk MC who can’t recognize them


Zen

  • You told him you were gonna be at this club and he should join you after work
  • So crowded! It would take so long to find you… oh, not really, there you are! You look so sexy dancing like no one is watching
  • But the thing is a lot of people, guys mostly, are watching. OH HELL NO!
  • “Hey, babe! I missed you!” he comes behind you holding your waist gently, and feels legitimately hurt when you pull away and nod negatively.
  • “Nah nah ni nah no, buddy! Not happening!” and you just… walk away! Why? IS he that late? He goes after you, noticing how much you’re bumping into other people…
  • “B-Babe? I’m sorry, I…” “I won’t say it twice, dude! I’m taken and you’ll back away if you know what’s good for you!” what? You’re not recognizing him? Maybe it’s the lights or the loud music?
  • Oh no, it’s not! He watches as you go the bar and look around squinting your eyes and frowning your nose, it’s so cuuuuttte! Also, it’s a very familiar sign that you’re very drunk, he knows that by now.
  • “Oh no… not you again!” “Hey, calm down! I’m… I won’t make any move, I’m just worried about you! Are you ok?” “I’m g-reat! Just waiting for MY REALLY STRONG, HOT AND FAMOUS BOYFRIEND THAT I LOOOVVVEE!” oh god… is it bad he thinks this is too charming?
  • “Oh… tell me more about him, then.” He manages to get close enough so nobody will try to approach you. “I’ll show you!” you pick your phone and scroll through all the pictures you’ve taken together.
  • “This is him during one of his musicals! This is him on his bike! This is him on piggy tails I did when he was sleeping! Isn’t he adorable?” he gags a little “Oh… I think… I think this wouldn’t be good for my… for HIS image, don’t you think?” “Nhaaa, this is just for fun! I won’t even show him! I care a lot about his image too, since I’mma be his manager one day, just you wait! “Oh,is that so?”
  • He convinces you to text your boyfriend, so he could answer he would be waiting you outside so you could take a cab. He doesn’t even mind your text makes no sense!
  •  “ZeeeNnNY! I missed you so much, you… should be proud of me! I acted all scary and made this guy back away! Are you proud, Zenny? Are you proud?” you shake him as you hug him when you go to him outside. “You have no idea how much, my princess.” He hugs you back
  • He hopes your hangover is not that bad tomorrow, as he really has some business matters to go over with you…

Yoosung

  • Although he’s the college student, you’re the one having the time of your life at this frat party.
  • He wasn’t that comfortable at first, but seeing you having so much fun made him loose it up a little
  • He’s wondering if the guys feel jealous when they see this goddess moving her hips so seductively and stopping all of a sudden to give him a little peck on the lips and a ‘boop’ to his nose…
  • But it’s been a while you’re not doing this anymore, you’re not even looking at him… you’re looking all around the place, except for him.
  • So he goes to you and touches your shoulder: “Are you okay, honey?” you look at him from head to toes and… turn your back on him. What?
  • “H-Honey! Did I do something wrong?” “Yeah, dude, you’re making a move on a girl who have a boyfriend!” “Well, yes… I’m the boyfriend!”
  • “Yeah, you wish, but sorry… it ain’t happening!” You scoff. He’s so shocked! Are you breaking up with him like this?
  • Oh, wait! He’d  seen your eyes like this before, you’re… drunk! Very drunk! Yes, your half-lidded tipsy eyes…  and you still manage to be beautiful…
  • “Hey, so uhm… are you Yoosung Kim’s girlfriend, by any chance?” “Yeah, why do you ask?” “Nothing, I recognized you from all the photos of you he shows, it’s… it’s nice to meet you in person! He talks a lot about you!” he tries to be friendly so you don’t run away.
  • “Pffffff, he showed photos of me? So embarrassiIIiiIng! I’ll tell him to stahp when I see him!” “Oh… Please don’t get mad! It’s just… just… he thinks you’re the most beautiful lady in the world, he… really really loves you… at least that’s what I heard from him.”
  • “Ahhhh, I can’t be mad at him!” you sigh dramatically. “He’s sOoOOOOOo amazing! And cool… and his hair is so badass, and we’re here just because I dragged him… and those cheeks nnnnnng” What about his cheeks? “I’ve gotta find my man!”
  •  “I.. I… s-saw him outside, next to the door, y-yes! Over there!” he needs to run before you get there, but he’s so flustered… well, that can wait!
  • “Yoosungiiiie! I’ve been looking all around for you!” you jump on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I’m sooooo sorry for dragging you here, next time we’ll stay at home and play LOLOL, pinky promise!” you tangle your pinky at his, seriously… how can you be so adorable? “Nah, I’m… I’m really having fun, MC!”
  • You two go home by foot and you keep snuggling at his arm the whole way. “Hey, MC?” “Hmmm?” “Do you… do you like my cheeks?” “Yep, especially on those jeans.”
  • It takes a while for him to get it, but when he does… he’s dead! Why would you talk about his butt to a stranger? I mean… it was him, but you didn’t know, yet it was him… should he get mad? Or embarrassed? Or…? Or…? ERROR

Jaehee

  • She meets you at the bar you two usually go together.
  • It isn’t that crowded but it is a little noisy, she’ll have to talk loud to get your attention.
  • “Hey, MC!” she greets. You look around frightened and look back to your drink… weird!
  • “MC?” she gets closer and touches your arm softly. “How… how do you know my name?” What? She looks at you, puzzled. “Anyway, I’m waiting for my girlfriend, don’t waste your time, lady!”
  • “Hum… MC, I’m…” “Stop stalking me, seriously, my girlfriend warned me about your type!” she’s still confused, but your face looks so funny, you are trying to look mad, but you can’t frown your eyebrows without blinking… so cute!
  • And by that she gets what’s  going on, that and the three martini glasses next to you…
  • “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just curious… where did you buy that dress?” “My girlfriend got me, it’s her favorite color in the whole wide worrlllld!” “I see…” she wants to laugh so much.
  • “Well, she must have a good taste!” “Yep, she used to walk around only on a dull suit because of her asshole former boss! He’s my friend, so I’m allowed to tell him he’s an asshole… actually, I… I should tell him right now!” you pick your phone.
  • “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea, miss…” “Shhh, he needs to know he can’t be an asshole to my cookie! She’s  a-ma-ZING!!! That potato needs to know that!” Cookie? Potato? You’re killing her with your drunk cuteness, but she can’t let you do something stupid!
  • “I… I’m sure your girlfriend already knows how amazing you think she is, you don’t really need to… tell other people!” “Ugh, that’s right! Why she doesn’t let everybody know how great she is? I shoudn’t be the only one to see it, y’ know? I’m… I’m a potato just like Jumin Han… I already told him that twice this week!” Forget that you’ve been drinking twice this week and calling Jumin to cuss him, what matters now is… YOU’RE POUTING! Oh my god, so adorable…
  • She can’t keep up with this anymore, she needs you to recognize her right now! So she walks away and calls you, telling she’s waiting for you outside to come home.
  • “Yay, Baehee is here!” you run to her and give her a sweet peck on the lips, she grabs your hand and leads you to the cab.
  • “So… MC, have you been talking to Jumin lately?” “Wh-Who? Me? Noooo, noe, maam’!” you are a terrible liar when you’re sober, just imagine when you’re drunk. She’ll make you apologize for being such a potato, but that can wait…

 

Jumin

  • “Jumyinh, I amm at this gui haus, but he is coooooooooooolll, don’t worry!” he tries to decode your text. Why are you texting him when you are under the same roof?
  • “Where are you, MC?” “@ his bathroom, it’s bigr than my house” what kind of joke is that? You were drinking wine with him a couple of minutes ago and excused yourself to go to the bathroom…
  • “look @ this soap! So funny!” you send him a blurred picture, oh… so that’s how it feels to get one of these! He gets it now!
  • He goes to the bathroom and knocks at the door. “I’m not opening! My boyfriend won’t like it!” and then his phone buzzes. “looks I been caught” and you send a selfie, it’s not blurred and he can see the huge blush on your cheeks, oh… you’re so drunk right now, aren’t you?
  • You call him, he answers a little reluctantly. “Yes, kitten?” you giggle “Jumin, this guy called me kitten too, but don’t worry! I told him to back off!”
  • “What could you possibly be talking about, MC?” “I don’t remember coming to this party, so I won’t let the bathroom until you come to pick me up! You… you can track me by… GP and S, right?” not even him believe he’s really laughing at this. “Yes, I’ll come to you, my love, just wait!”
  • He knocks at the door. “Are you okay… miss?” “Bro, I already told you! I have a boyfriend and we gonna marry soon!” “Oh, I see… did he propose to you?” “Not yet, but I found the ring on his closet!” uh oh… surprise ruined for both of you. “But I’ll look very surprised, cause I know the proposal is going to be suuuper special, like on a colorful hot air balloon or something like this…”
  • He opens the bathroom door and almost falls due to the way you jump at him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I missed you so much! Is the party over?” “Yes, it is. Shall we go home so you can rest, my angel? Tomorrow will be a very busy day…” “Really? Why?” “Just wait and see.”
  • As soon as you doze off, he calls Jaehee telling there will be a change of plans, he needs to rent a hot air balloon asap!


Saeyoung

  • “Oh my God, Saeran! Don’t you have any respect for your brother’s girlfriend?”you got out for a couple of drinks with your friends and got back swearing the one standing in front of you is your brother-in-law, not your boyfriend!
  • “MC, it’s me! Look at my glasses!” “No! You two are not pulling this prank on me again! It didn’t work last time and it won’t work again now!” when you’re sober, you can tell who is who very easily, even when they change their outfits. But right now…
  • “MC, Saeran is sleeping right now!” “Well, MC thinks talking in the 3rd person is ridiculous!” Oh lord… shouldn’t he be recording this?
  • “Please, come with me, I’ll help you take a shower and put you to bed…” “Saeran! Would you really do that with your brother? No… no… you’re so nice, and he’s so nice! He doesn’t deserve this!” you look so shocked and disappointed, he’s feeling bad for you as if this was true.
  • “Saeyoung loves us both very much, Saeran. We can’t hurt him, NEVER! He deserves only happiness from now on! Seriously, I… I was going to say yes to moving in together,  but I won’t do it if this is how you’re gonna act around me!” wait! Are you serious?
  • “Oh… so you actually considered it?” “Yes… but I can’t do this if you keep hitting on me!” okay, joke’s over!
  • “I’m sorry, MC. Saeyoung told me if I acted like this, you would buy it, that idiot! But it’s impossible to trick you! I’ll… I’ll call him back, okay?” you sigh in relief, and it’s so cute!
  • He goes to the hallway yelling to Saeyoung to come out, turns around and goes back to you with a big smile, you smile back and open your arms, waiting for a hug. “Stop doing these silly pranks, what if one day I really mistake you two?” you ask over his shoulder
  • “Yes, I should start being more mature if you’re going to move in with us.” “I haven’t said ‘yes’ yet, Saeyoung!”
  • But you said yes during the shower you shared the next morning


You can see Saeran and V here ~

Feminine Who? -Yugyeom (Got7)

Y’all here we go again smh! These have me bent outta shape because I really do not understand how anyone could possibly see Yugyeom as “girly”. Like come on now use your B R A I N..


Ok first up, feminine where cause really where I don’t see it?

Originally posted by magiccastles

Like god damn boy lemme speak to your momma

Originally posted by chichangyu

Feminine h o w.. god dern I’m in love

Originally posted by j-miki

Let’s all take a moment of silence to appreciate how sexy and manly he looks

Originally posted by captain-kook

He may have a baby face but we all know what’s really not babyish about him ;)

Originally posted by chattyang

DO Y’ALL SEE THIS FINE ASS PIECE OF M A N 

Originally posted by jackseunie

“You make me feel like i’m living a teenage dream the way you turn me on” -Katy Perry

Originally posted by datyugyummy

Feminine when?

Originally posted by umma-jy

Next time I hear someone say he looks like a girl they’re gonna get smacked the hell up, that’s disrespectful

Originally posted by yugyeomism

Ok I lied this is real disrespect

Originally posted by yu-gyummy

“Oh baby baby, baby baby” - Salt-N-Pepa

Originally posted by thekpopquartet

Why is he so fine?

Originally posted by jookyunhoe

Feminine when? Oh right.. Never

Originally posted by taekwiin

Hey there.. Ya gotta nice neck ;)

Originally posted by chattyang

Is it hot in here? Or is it just him?

Originally posted by incessantcomposition

I’m seriously laughing omg skkssksks but really ppl don’t come for his neck.. EVER

-Admin Lia

things you said through your teeth

more ladynoir for the soul /o/

somewhat NSFW take heed :’D

“Mmmmnffff…”

Of all the noises Ladybug had expected while going over Chat’s back for damage, the half-hiss, half-moan had not been one of them.

She froze, hands stilling where she’d been running them down his back, from his shoulders to his hips, taking her time as he sprawled across her lap. “Sorry, did that hurt?”

His cat ears pricked, the muscles under hands flexing for a second, and then relaxing with a stuttered almost-sigh. “N-no?”

Ladybug squinted at the back of her partner’s head. That didn’t sound like a lie…

Cautiously, she began to move her hands again, paying extra attention to his reactions this time — the rhythm of his breathing and how the firm, warm flesh felt under her hands and the luxurious curve of his spine and—

And it was possible, just possible, that she got a little distracted.

Anytime her dorky partner wanted to stop being hot as hell would be a good time for her. Really.

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 34

Summary: Daryl is still missing. SMUT.

Note: I wanted this chapter to be super long, but I know I’ve kept you guys waiting long enough, so I figured I’d go ahead and give you this part! 😉😉

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“If my master is lost, I’ll find him. I’ll bring him back to himself, because to serve doesn’t always mean to follow.” - Joey W. Hill

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You burst through the door of the kitchen entrance quickly, with David in tow.
Things were quiet.
Brian and the other two were still the only ones in the large cafeteria.

“Brian!” You yelled out, wasting no time. You wanted to get Katherine and Ben as soon as you could, you weren’t gonna let them get out of your sight and be in deeper shit with Negan.

He appeared from the back of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, “What’s going good on?”

You felt a slight chill run up your spine, “The other two are still with you, right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I have them in the back cutting up some meat.”

You let out a sigh of relief.
David shot you a weird look as he saw your obvious nervousness, you glared back at him, before walking up to the counter Brian stood behind.

“Have them finish that shit really quick. Someone escaped and Negan is on the war path.” You said, noting the seriousness of the situation in your tone.

Brian’s face went pale, and you could see the fear on it, even if he had nothing to do with it. Most people weren’t immune to Negan’s actions when he was angry, innocent or not, and Brian had already been on Negan’s bad side before, because of you.

“I can finish up, not much left to do. Take them.” Brian said quickly, shaking his head.

He disappeared into the back of the kitchen once more before coming back out a few minutes later with Katherine and Ben.
They looked confused as to why they were being kicked out so soon, but you didn’t have time to explain.
Plus, you didn’t feel like you really needed to explain to people who had only been here for a day what was going on.
It was only your first day looking after people and shit was already getting out of hand.
At this point, you didn’t wanna know what next week would bring if this is what the beginning of it was like.

“Did we do something wrong?” Ben asked, seeming to get a little defensive.

You shook your head, “No, not yet. Just come with me, and maybe I’ll explain.”

Ben glanced to Katherine who just shrugged her shoulders.
You motioned them to follow you, and left the room again.
You decided to take them back to the rec room and keep them there for the time being, you didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“So, can I know what exactly is going down here?” David whispered in a low tone as he took a seat at the table you were seated at.

Katherine and Ben sat at the end of it, holding hands and exchanging glances.
You rolled your eyes, you tried to stay in denial about them, but you knew deep down you were jealous of them. They walked around freely and expressed that the loved eachother.

You looked over to David, letting out an annoyed breathe, “You’re not gonna give up, are you?” You asked, chewing your lip.

“Well, I’m not a child.”

“You’re not an ally either.” You muttered back at him.

He chuckled and lowered his head thoughtfully for a moment, “You do realize if I was gonna fuck you over, I could have done it back at the house.”

You ran a hand through your hair and gave him a nod.
You stood up and walked over to the liquor cabinet that stood open.
What was in it wasn’t as good as Negan’s personal stash, but it got the job done either way.
David followed behind like a stray, you weren’t sure when you were gonna get used to having someone following you around, taking every order that you gave them.
You grabbed a bottle with clear liquid in it and poured it into a glass, at this point, you weren’t sure if it was vodka or moonshine.
You took a generous sip of it and stifled back at cough as it burned your throat.

“Look, someone escaped. He was a prisoner of sorts, and he’s with a group that really hates Negan. A group that I used to be apart of, and if he’s gone, maybe he teamed back up with them and who knows what the hell is gonna happen next if he has.” You said, bringing your hand up to rub your tired eyes.

“What’s gonna happen if he’s not caught?” David asked, propping his arm onto the table, giving you a curious look.

You took another sip of the liquor, you could feel the warmness wash over your body, “I can honestly say that I don’t know, David.”

He gave you a sympathetic look and pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and shoved one into his mouth, “How the hell did you end up here if you were with them?”

You smirked and looked down, you hadn’t thought a whole lot about the situation since you had been here, and you knew that he probably wouldn’t understand, “The group I was with killed a bunch of Negan’s men. So, he tracked us down and we ended up in a lineup, pretty much like you, but he had full intent on killing people. It was punishment for his men.” You said, looking up at him as he took a drag off the cigarette.

He nodded to show that he was listening to you.

“He killed two of our people. He was going to kill more, but Negan liked me, mainly for my looks. So, I made a deal with him; I’d come back here with him and be a wife if he’d spare the rest of them.” You continued.

“And the rest is history?” David scoffed.

You shook your head, “Not quite. They still owe Negan half of everything they get, so it’s an ongoing relationship. It’s complicated, and I don’t expect you to understand.”

He took another puff of the cigarette, blowing out smoke, “It’s not for me to understand. Shit, I’m just glad he didn’t beat my skull in with that bat he carries.”

“Lucille.” You cut in quickly.

“Why does he call it Lucille?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.. Luck, maybe? I’ve never asked him.” You said furrowing your brow. Now that you thought about it, you had never asked him why he had called his prized bat by such a name.

“Are you happy?” David said bluntly.

“What?” You answered back in confusion.

“Being his wife, are you happy?”

You looked at him, taken aback.
Since you had been here, no one had ever asked you if you were happy with your position just being another one of his wives.
You were happy, weren’t you? For the most part you considered yourself happy, there were bad days and good days, but that’s common for any relationship.
No matter that nature of it.

“I’m not fond of the other wives, but yeah, I’m happy.”

David smirked and gave you a look as if he didn’t completely believe what you said, but you didn’t care, his opinion didn’t matter to you.
You knew how you felt.
And you didn’t have time to worry about what anyone thought, so much shit had gone down in the past couple weeks, and emotions were starting to have no room in any of this, but you were almost grateful for that.
You had less and less time to worry about whether or not Negan thought of you the way you though of him, or if he cared that you loved him.
The rest of the time was spent in mostly silence, Katherine and Ben didn’t bother to make conversation with you, and you didn’t care.
You didn’t have much use for either of them anyway.
You wondered why David seemed to be making an effort to get to know you, but he was likeable and so far, and he hadn’t got on your bad side.. Not yet anyway.

You and David decided to make use of the pool table while you waited for some news to come back on the Daryl situation.
You had to admit, even with the shit going on, it was nice to be able to let loose, even it was only for a moment just to play a game of pool.

“Damn, you’re good at this.” He commented at he made his shot.

You leaned against the table, “I used to play at the bar.”

“I played at the bar, too. I was always drunk playing though.”

You smiled back at him, “I guess that might be your problem.”

“Thank God we aren’t betting then.” He chuckled.

You shook your head, glancing down for a moment.
You were trying you best to remain indifferent about David, you were in charge of him and still didn’t know him well at all, and even if he had saved your life once, you didn’t wanna make the mistake of giving him your trust too quickly.
But you had to admit, he was already growing on you, and you were beginning to enjoy his company.
You thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the door being swung open.
You and David turned to see Negan stomping through with Lucille in hand with a scowl that seemed like it was going to become permanent.
David was learning the rules quickly and kneeled time he saw Negan enter into the room.

You turned back to Katherine and Ben to see them sitting in the chair looking dumbfounded as if they didn’t know what to do.
You let out an inaudible grunt to yourself and took a step towards them.

“Do either of you own this place?” You growled at them.

They both sat there, with mouths half open as if they didn’t know what to say.

“N- no?” Katherine answered back.

“Then you both should know to get on your knees when you see him entering the room.” You hissed, motioning your head towards Negan.

Negan looked over all of them as he arrived at your side.
They were quick to get on their knees at that time, lowering their heads from his intimidating gaze.

“You need to train your fuckin’ dogs better.” Negan snorted, his face in a frown.

“I’m doing my best.” You breathed out to him, “What’s going on?”

Negan shook his head, “Nothing that’s the fuck what. He’s gone, haven’t heard a goddamn peep.”

You bit your tongue, studying his face, but he didn’t look worried, “Where do we go from here?”

“I’ve got a pretty good fuckin’ idea of where to start first.” He locked eyes with you, giving you a slight smirk. A dangerous one at that, and you knew exactly what he meant.

“Alexandria.” You nodded.

“That’s right.” He averted his eyes to David who was kneeling beside you, able to hear everything.

Negan squinted at you, then back down to him, “Don’t you think you’re a bit too fuckin’ close to my wife? From where you’re sitting, I’m sure you have a great view of her fuckin’ ass, huh?”

David looked shocked at Negan’s choice of words for him, he parted his lips, shaking his head, “No.. Sir. I- I was standing here an-”

“So what? You trying to say her ass isn’t fuckin’ good enough?” Negan barked back to him, kneeling down to his level.

David lowered his eyes from Negan and shook his head, “Sir, I’m sorry. I-”

“Negan.” You said in a pleading tone as you looked down to him.

This was Negan’s way.
There was no right or wrong answer, he just wanted to fuck with David’s head to see what kind of answer he could get out of him.

“Calm the fuck down, darlin’. I’m asking him a fuckin’ question.” Negan smirked at you, before looking back down to the man kneeling for him, “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t even tried looking? Do you not see how good lookin’ she is? If you say no, I think that’s a fuckin’ lie.”

You watched David as his level of discomfort began to rise, he had no idea how to answer any of these questions Negan was throwing at him.

“She’s pretty..” David breathed in a low tone.

“What’s that?! I can’t fuckin’ hear you.” Negan snapped, putting his hand up to his ear in a mocking gesture.
He heard him just fine the first time.

“She’s pretty.” David said again, in a louder tone this time.

Negan put his head back, with a smile spreading across his face as he looked up to you.
You shook your head, wishing that he wouldn’t berate the man like this, but you couldnt help but not mind that Negan did it, watching him be an asshole was always hot to you.

“Hear that darlin’?” Negan chuckled, blinking up at you, “You’re pretty.” He said mockingly.

He suddenly slapped David’s shoulder, making him jump, “Come on, you gotta fuckin’ level with me, she’s fuckin’ hot. I mean, you’d fuck her, right?”

David looked up at him, his eyes wide. This was the question he really didn’t understand how to answer, and he looked down right fearful of saying either answer.
His eyes darted back and forth in his socket as if he was dazed.

Negan snapped his fingers in front of his face, “Simple fuckin’ question.”

David lowered his head again and gave a small shrug, “Uh.. Yes?”

Negan’s bite his lip and sniffed before giving David a nod, “Can’t fuckin’ blame you.. And God knows..” He said as he wagged his finger in your direction, “That girl rides my fuckin’ dick like she’s in the goddamn Kentucky derby.” He praised before he stood back up, glancing over to you.

You felt your cheeks go red and you looked away from him as he continued to talk to David.
You were beginning to think you’d never not blush when he said something sexual about you to other people.

“But at the end of the day, she’s my fuckin’ wife.. So, you steer fuckin’ clear of her. You really don’t wanna fuckin’ have to deal with me.” Negan said as he gave David one last smile.

“Yes, sir.” David nodded, still kneeling.

Negan rolled his eyes and waved his arm, “I’d like to talk to my goddamn wife now. Get the fuck out of here.” He turned to Katherine and Ben, “In fact, all of you, get the fuck out of here.”

Negan didn’t have to say it twice.
As soon as he gave them the orders to leave, all three of them made a great deal of effort to scatter and get out of there as quickly as they could for fear of any of them getting interrogated by him.

Once they were gone he turned back to you with a coy smile.

“You’re an asshole.” You shook your head, trying not to smile.

“I know. But I can tell the little shit wants you.” He grunted, biting his lip.

“Jesus, Negan. Not everyone wants to fuck me.” You said shaking your head.

“Whatever darlin’, figured I’d go ahead and make it fuckin’ clear for him. He seems to be stuck up your fuckin’ ass.” Negan said, rolling his eyes.

If you didnt know any better, you would have thought you saw some jealousy coming out in him.

“Can’t handle it if he has a crush?” You smirked back to him.

He sat Lucille down on the nearby table and lowered his eyes at you, “I can fuckin’ handle it, but he needs to know,” He trailed off as he jerked you towards him, with a firm grip on your ass. You bit down on your lip instinctively, “That this.. Fuckin’ belongs to me. You are mine.”

“Of course I’m yours.” You said slowly as you rested your chin on his chest.
He always managed to smell amazing.
You were enjoying the tender moment that he was allowing you to have.
You peered up to him, with doe-like eyes.
He shifted his eyes down to you, a smirk trying to break through on his angered expression.

“How’s your leg? I know I haven’t fuckin’ asked in a while.” He ran his tongue over his lips.

“Mending. It’s getting easier to walk, so I’m happy for that.”

He rolled his eyes playfully this time, “Darlin’, I used to think this badass attitude was a fuckin’ put on, but I’m starting to be goddamn convinced that you are - In fact - a fuckin’ badass.”

You felt the corners of your mouth tug as you tried to hold back the huge smile that was spreading across your face, “I’ve never put on.”

“Good. That shit doesn’t impress me.” He spoke in a deep tone before turning his attention from you, towards the pool table that stood in the center of the room.
A mischievous smirk came over his face as he stared at it.
He tilted his head back to give you a seductive look before he crossed the room towards it.

You stood behind for a minute as he ran his hand along the edge of the table, you wondered what he was thinking.
He turned and stretched his hand along the side of it, leaning back into it.

“I’ve got a fuckin’ dilemma here.”

You crossed your arms and walked towards him, “What’s that?”

“Well on one fuckin’ hand, I’d love to play a couple fuckin’ rounds with you..” He ran a hand through his hair before slipping his jacket off his shoulders, “But on the other hand, I’m getting fuckin’ hard at the thought of fuckin’ you right here on the goddamn table right now.” He continued.

The words hit you in your sex like a train. You never fucked him on the pool table and the thought of it made you wet.
You swallowed hard as you stood in front of him.

“Do it.” You answered in a tone that sounded like you were begging.

He expression changed into one of satisfaction and he outstretched his hands to your neck.
He was always quick to clamp his hands around your neck tightly, but this time he was gentle.
His fingers wrapping themselves around you gently as he pulled you towards him. But he knew just as well as you did that he didn’t have to force you to come to him.
You came willingly.
He tilted your head up by your chin with his free hand to let his lips meet yours.
You weren’t used to this in the slightest, you had never had a soft kiss by Negan. They were usually rough and dominating and you didn’t mind that, but actually being able to savour the kiss with him was a different feeling; one that you didn’t know you had longed for until it was happening now.

You could feel his beard rubbing against your face with every movement, and you smiled against his lips.
He tightened his grip onto your neck slighty, only to release you as soon as he did to let his hands wander down your body until they found your ass again.
The kiss between the two of you intensified, his teeth finding your bottom lip, tugging it.
You placed your hands on his abdomen, and you could feel his toned body beneath the t-shirt he wore.
He let out a slight grunt as he began to unbuckle his belt quickly, letting it drop to the floor with a CLACK.
You already knew what he wanted and you didn’t hesitate, your hands wandered down to his jeans and worked on the zipper.

You reached inside, placing your hand on his throbbing member.
You worked your hand up and down it, teasing him.
You looked back up to him, his eyes were focused on yours.
You worked your hand on his shaft, watching his cheeks flare as he gritted his teeth.
You loved watching him get annoyed when you teased him, you pumped your hand up and down his cock slowly a few more times.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees.” He growled at you, enunciating his words.

You obeyed and released his member from your grasp and slid down onto the stone floor.
You perched yourself up on your knees, waiting for what was to come next.
Negan reached into his jeans, releasing himself from their confines and let his erection spring forward.
You involuntarily licked your lips, it was second nature to you now, and your mouth watered at the sight of it.
You wondered how it was even possible that his dick looked bigger than before.
He grabbed ahold of your hair and his cock simultaneously and brought you towards it, you opened your mouth and let him slide into you.
You were thankful that he went slow, it was more than a mouthful and too much to handle if shoved in all at once.
You tongue began to immediate work over the tip as you felt him sliding towards the back of your throat.
Negan’s grip tightened on your hair as your tongue and lips worked on his shaft, your head bobbing against his grasp.

“Look at me.” He ordered, suddenly.

As you continued, you tilted your heads upwards until your eyes met his.
He towered over you even more than usual now, and his dark eyes were filled with lust and animal like, much like they always were when you fucked.

“You’re always giving me that innocent fuckin’ look. Let’s see how fuckin’ innocent you look with my dick down that pretty fuckin’ throat, babydoll.” He breathed out as he bucked his hips against your mouth, making his dick slide in even further.
You felt your eyes begin to water as you kept eye contact with him.
Your hand worked it’s way up until it was firmly gripped around his shaft, your head continued to bob up and down on his cock.
Negan bit down on his tongue, as you watched him trying to be polite and not thrust his hips roughly into your mouth. His grip tightened even harder around your hair, pulling it tight against your scalp.

“Fuck, baby.” He groaned out as he tilted his head back.

You kept up a steady rhythm and forced yourself to not stop, you were taking too much pleasure in seeing him start to lose himself while you sucked him off.
For a moment it almost made it seem like he was the submissive one, you were in control of him.
He jerked his head back down to meet your eyes again, and he couldn’t control himself any longer, the grip he had on you now forced your head down even further onto his cock.
You let out a soft moan as you could feel his full length being shoved into you as he thrusts his hips against your mouth a few times.

He finally loosened his grip on your hair and let you free, “Get the fuck up.” He breathed out, pulling his wet cock from your mouth.

You wiped your mouth as you stared up at him.
He bite down on his lip and motioned you to get up with a finger in a “come hither” motion.
Now he seemed more animal than man, and in his eyes you saw only lust.
You raised yourself from your postion, and he grabbed you by the neck suddenly, startling you in the process.
He shot you a quick smirk to let you know it was okay and he pushed you back onto the pool table until your feet dangled over the edges.

He was gonna do it.
He was actually gong to fuck you on the pool table, and it made you hotter than you’ve ever been.
You couldn’t tell if it was because Negan was fucking you on it, or the thought that someone could walk in at any moment and catch Negan fucking you on it, but either of the thoughts made you more wet than the next.
He didn’t waste anytime undoing your pants, stripping them from your body.
Your damp panties clung to your sex with how turned on you already were.

Negan noticed immediately as he ran a finger along of the edge of them, looking down at you, “Goddamn, you’re gonna soak my fuckin’ pool table, babydoll.”

You giggled softly, “I can’t help it. It’s you.”

A cocky smile spread across his face as he pulled your panties down slowly, “I know. This pussy gets fuckin’ wet for me on goddamn command.”

He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards the edge of the table as he lowered himself down into his kneels.
You closed your eyes as you smiled at the thought of him kneeling for you, even if it was just for him giving you oral.
Your back began to arch involuntarily as his beard scratched against the inside of your thighs.
You were so glad it had grown back, you missed the way it rubbed against your skin, and the chills that it gave you.
Your hand found it’s way to his thick dark hair, your fingers ran through it, ready to tangle themselves in it at a moment’s notice.

His hands gripped around your thighs tightly as his tongue slowly worked it’s way up and down your wet entrance.
You left out a soft moan as your body began to tense up at his touch.
He was doing his best to drive you insane with his teasing, and he was doing a damn good job at it.
You let out a soft grunt, trying to hold back on letting him know how bad you wanted it, but of course he already knew.
You could feel the curl of his lips against your skin as he smiled wickedly at what he was doing to you.

“Is it too fuckin’ much for you, seeetheart?” Negan purred against your flesh.

Yes.

“No.” You squeaked back and gritted your teeth as his tongue slide inside of you.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.. Why was this man so good with his tongue? You thought to yourself.

He worked his tongue deeper into your pussy, slipping a finger inside of you as he went, and your back arched up even more as you gasped.
Now your hands were the ones gripped around his hair as you pulled him further into you.
You could feel him flicking his tongue against your clit rapidly with his fingers working their way in and out of you, and you began to whimper loudly.
Your orgasm was building up fast and you weren’t even sure how long this could go on, but if felt too good to stop.
You planted a foot firmly on the edge of the table and began to rock your hips slowly, grinding your wetness into his face as his nails began to dig into your thighs, you already knew they were gonna leave some marks.

“Shhhit.” You hissed through your teeth as he switched from the steady rhythm of his tongue to biting you.

It was starting to send you over the edge, and you could feel your climax on it’s way to take over your body, but you suddenly developed a yearning for something else.
It was something that you hadn’t felt in a while and something you didn’t know you’d crave, but you did.

His belt.

“Stop.” You groaned, lifting yourself up.

He pulled his head back suddenly and looked up at you, confusion plastered onto his face, “What the fuck is wrong?” He asked as he lifted himself up off the ground.

You let out a labored breathe and shook your head, “Nothing,” You studied his face as you could see he was sort of annoyed that you stopped him, and you glanced down to the floor to see his belt laying there on the ground, then back up to him, “I want you to use it.”

He raised an eyebrow and ran a tongue over his lips as he looked at you quizzically, “Fuckin’ use what, darlin’?”

You slipped off the table and bent down to pick the belt up off the floor, “This.” You purred as you handed it over to him.

He took it from your hands and a smirk spread across his lips,“ You want me to fuckin’ spank you?”

You nodded back, “Don’t you think you owe me a punishment anyway? I mean, I’m always giving you attitude, right?”

He shook his head and cleared his throat, “You’ve got a fuckin’ point, babydoll. And I’d be a lying motherfucker if I said this wasn’t turning me on as much as it is.”

You bit your lip shyly and turned away from him to bend over the table being completely submissive, revealing your bare backside to him.
Negan ran the belt through his hands as he watched you for a moment, allowing himself to take in the amazing sight in front of him.

“How many?” You asked curiously.

Negan snapped the belt, making you jump, “As fuckin’ many as it takes to get the goddamn point across, babydoll, or atleast until I’m ready to fuck you over this table.”

He stepped up behind you and grabbed another handful your hair, he had his body pressed snuggly against yours, and you could feel his erection rubbing against your pussy.
You had to stop yourself from letting out a moan.
He pulled you up roughly so his lips were next to you ear.

“You better fuckin’ count for me.” He whispered seductively into your ear.

The chills washed over you again as his beard scratched against you, “Yes.” You squeaked, almost sounding desperate.

“Yes what?” He demanded, giving your hair a firm tug.

“Yes, Daddy.” You answered.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He praised, biting your neck.

You nodded in compliance as he pushed you back down onto the table, holding you down with his hand.
Without warning the belt was brought down on your ass with the all too familiar loud SMACK and your skin stung instantly, but left a tingling sensation that you had learned to love.

“One.” You moaned out, outstretching your hands to grip onto the table.

The belt was brought down on your ass even harder the second time. You gasped as it made contact with your skin, making you jump forward.

“Two!” You cried out.

“Go ahead, darlin’. Let everyone fuckin’ hear you scream.” Negan chuckled as the belt was brought down a third time.

“Three.”

You bite down on your lip hard as the stinging sensation increased, each hit coming down harder than the last, but you were finding yourself getting more pleasure than pain down.
Negan ran a free hand down your body, making chills combine with the stinging of your skin.
His fingers found their way to your aching clit and started to rub circles around it.

“Fuck.” Your nails dug into the table even harder now.

“You fuckin’ like it, babydoll?” Negan grunted, his fingers keeping a steady rhythm.

“Y-Yes.” You struggled to talk.

You felt another sharp pain on your backside, “Yes fuckin’ what? You already fuckin’ forget my name, baby?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You moaned back to him.

“More fuckin’ like it. What goddamn number was that?” He smirked back.

“Four.. Daddy.” You bit into your lip.

“Goddamn, you’re being such a good fuckin’ girl.” He threw the belt to the floor and grabbed you by the hair again, pulling you back up to him so his lips could meet your ear again, “How good does it fuckin’ feel?” He said in a deep tone as his fingers began to slide in and out of you, you could feel yourself dripping.
He was making you as wet as he possibly could.

“So good. You’re gonna make me cum, Negan.” You breathed, leaning your body back into his.

“Of course I fuckin’ am, darlin’.” He whispered pulling his fingers out and running his tongue over them, “If only you fuckin’ knew how good your pussy tasted.” He ran his tongue over his lips.

Without warning his cock was shoved into you roughly, and you cried out as he filled up your pussy all at once.
He thrusted his hips against yours, you already knew you really weren’t going to last long at all.
He had already brought you to the brink of climaxing and it wasn’t going to take much more to send you over the edge completely.
He bite down into your neck and groaned as he continued to pump away at you.
Your moans continued to get louder and it only encouraged Negan more.

“Fuck.. I can’t.. Negan!” You screamed out as your orgasm came over you before you could control yourself.

You screamed so loudly that he had to bring his hand up to your mouth, his fingers digging into your cheek to muffle your moans as he continued to ride you throughout your orgasm without slowing down.
He felt so fucking good inside of you.

“Cum for me, darlin’. Everybody is gonna know who this fuckin’ pussy belongs to.” He grunted back in satisfaction, “How many more times will you cum for me before I’m fuckin’ finished?”

You breathed heavily as your screaming began to die down to a series of moans again, Negan’s hips still grinding roughly into yours.
He had already all but worn you out and he wasn’t even done, but you craved more.

It only took a couple of minutes before you had reached your second orgasm, and it was even better than the first.
The pleasure you were feeling was so intense that it was almost starting to turn into a form of torture.
Negan began to bite down on the back of you neck hard as you whimpered and cried out for him as he kept up a steady rhythm.

“Shit.” He growled against your skin as he wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you down firmly onto his cock a few more times, “Goddamn, you’re about to make me fuckin’ cum, baby.” He slammed you down hard one last time and you could feel the warmth as he spilled out inside of you.

He grunted roughly as he held you in the postion for a bit longer as he leaned his head against the back yours.
You licked your lips and reached up to wipe away the sweat that had begun to bead on your forehead.
He bit down on your neck one last time before you collapsed forward onto the table, and sighed in a satisfied tone.

“I needed that.” You smiled as you let yourself cool off.

“You and me fuckin’ both.” Negan breathed as he pulled himself out of you and buttoned his pants back up.

Once you composed yourself you stood back up, gathering up your clothes to put them back on, “I’ll never look at that pool table the same way.”

“Good. It needed to be fuckin’ broken in.” Negan smirked, pulling you towards him, giving you a hard kiss.

“Maybe we can play an actual game next time.” You laughed.

“Shit, when I see a pool table I’m just gonna wanna fuck you on it.” He scoffed and had a smug look on his face.

“I’m not opposed to the idea.”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”

You leaned against the table, “You’re not gonna kill anyone tomorrow, are you?”

Negan gave you a look as if he was surprised by the question, “How would I fuckin’ know, darlin’? If they cooperate, I won’t fuckin’ have to.”

You nodded back, “Fair enough, but I don’t think Daryl would go back there. If you want my opinion.”

“I don’t fuckin’ expect to find him there. But I appreciate the goddamn input.” He said, putting his jacket back on.

You squinted at him, “Then why are we going?”

“To let them know I’m done being fuckin’ nice. Believe it or fuckin’ not, darlin’, I’ve been fuckin’ merciful to them.” He spoke as a serious look came over his face again.

“I know that it could get worse, Negan.” You lowered your head for a momemt, thinking about all of the things you had seen him do to people since you had been with him, but you knew that there was so much more he was capable of.

The rest of that night was quiet, but there were more men on guard duty than before to keep an eye out for Daryl, and to protect the compound if Daryl came back with more than just himself.
Once you made sure that David and the other two were situated, you retired back to Negan’s room for the night to shower and rest up for tomorrow.
You didn’t know what was going to happen, and any trip to Alexandria made you nervous, but with shit continually hitting the fan your anxiety was at a new high.

“What are we gonna do with the new ones?” You asked as you laid in bed beside him.

He glanced over to you, “Who? Those two fuckin’ love birds, and the prick with a hard on for you?”

You rolled your eyes as he kept insisting that David had a thing for you, and even if he did it didn’t matter to you, “Yes.”

He propped his hands behind his head and looked up at the ceiling, “Might as fuckin’ well, they’re your fuckin’ people, time to give those dogs a little fuckin’ training. I don’t fuckin’ trust them to stay here. I mean, when the goddamn cat’s away-”

“The mice will play.” You finished his sentence for him.

He shifted his eyes to you, “You learn fuckin’ fast, darlin’.”

You nodded and gave a seriously look to him, “I had to.” You said as you ran your fingers along the scars on your body.

Negan watched as his face turned into something you had never seen, it looked like guilt, “I know that you did. I would have fuckin’ stopped it if possible.”

“Shit happens.” You said reassuringly.

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Second Chance - Nick Robinson

Requested..

“Nick Robinson imagine where Nick asked out the reader on a date (which is his crush) and tells her to meet him at this restaurant and hours past by and he never showed up and the reader is upset bc she thought that he actually like her, but he stood her up. And the next day at school she gave him the silent treatment and smacked him across the face and he try’s to make it up to her cuz he really likes her and didn’t mean to stood her up. The rest is up to you. Srry it’s so long😁”


“Miss, would you like to order yet?” The smart looking man was once again stood next to my slouched figure, my eyes tingling with tears as the embarrassment settled in.

This was the 6th time he had been over, In two hours. Yep, two whole hours i was pathetically sat at this small table in this stupidly fancy restaurant.

I should’ve left, I know I should’ve. But there was still that small slither of hope tingling within me, the thought that Nick was going to walk through those doors, greeting me with a beautiful smile.

I was pathetic, really. I shook my head at the tall male, gripping my purse in my small hands before hastily walking away from the table and towards the car park. The air was cold and it nipped painfully at my legs and arms, the wind whipping my hair around my face and shoulders.

Clambering into my car I smacked my hand down on the steering wheel in a burst of anger, the action causing the car to move slightly. Taking deep breaths I straightened out my wind swept hair and brushed away the few tears that had left my eyes and raced down my rosy cheeks.

I had been stood up. I should’ve known the moment the notorious Nick, my own crush, had walked towards me and passed me a slip of paper holding the messy scrawl of details for the night.

“A date” he’d said when my face had show utter confusion, “you and me, Saturday night”. The words had caused my heart to pound harder than ever before, a smile stretching on my lips before I found myself nodding. I should’ve known it was too good to be true. How naive of me to agree so soon and believe that Nick actually had a thing for little old me.

Sighing one more time, I shoved my bag onto the passenger seat and started up my car. I ignored the harsh pricking in my eyes and the knot in my chest as I made my way home. Tomorrow was going to be torture.



“Y/N wait! Hey wait up!” Nicks calls echoed in the hallway, dragging unnecessary attention to me and him. I confined to walk, drowning out his persistent calls with my own thoughts. Clutching my books tighter i weaved between students and kept my head down, surely they already knew what had happened.

A large hand gripped my elbow tightly, the action causing my body to jolt and my arms to release my heavy books onto the carpeted floor. They cluttered messily around my feet, the tanned hand still gripping my elbow as I stood still, the hallway now silent.

“Y/N, Please” Nicks voice held desperation yet I still ignored him. He expected me to talk to him after I had waited and been humiliated by him? Huh, No way!

“Go Away!” My voice was harsh as I ripped my elbow out of his grip and collected my books, I knew my face was red with anger and I didn’t even want to look at Nick, it would only fuel my anger towards him more.

“Why are you being like this!? Just-” He didn’t get to finish. The sound of my slap echoed off the hallway walls, followed by people taking in sharp intakes of breath and gasp in shock as they watched on from the sidelines.

“Don’t you dare! Why am I being like this? Oh just piss off Nick!” I had quite frankly, had enough. I wasn’t going to waste my time any longer on someone who wanted nothing more than a joke to play, he wasn’t worth my time.

Nick stood frozen, his hand covering the side of his face that my hand had collided with. He didn’t look mad, just shocked. His dark hair was messy on his head and his other hand was resting slightly on his bag strap, jaw clenched and eyes filled with determination.

I sighed a heavy sigh, “just don’t okay?” I spoke tiredly, Nicks face softening as he watched me turn and walk away from his stiff figure, what now?



“Can I get everyone’s attention.. HEY! EVERYONE!” My head snapped to the sound of the shout, instantly finding the source I groaned and covered my face with my hands. Here we go.

“So recently, I asked a beautiful girl on a date” cheers erupted from the cafeteria as Nick stood high on one of the tables. “She said yes, go me!” He laughed heartily as his eyes searched the room ,skimming over everyone before he reached me.

“I was excited as hell, I mean who wouldn’t be? I booked a reservation and planned how I was gonna look handsome as fu..dge” more cheers. “.. Only, I never turned up” his head Hung lowly as the cheers and chatter turned to boos and “what the hell Nick!” He started to smile slightly at the response carrying on nonetheless.

“I know, I know. I’m an ass” I nodded along with the groups of people, he really was.

“But I want to make it right. Y/N I really am sorry, and I wanted you to know that I really do like you, I have done for a while” scratching the back of his neck nervously he looked my way for a reaction. My heart was hammering harshly against my rib cage as my face turned a bright Crimson colour, oh my god.

“I want to make it up to you.. If you’d let me” everybody’s eyes were now on me, the bar now set higher than ever.

Nick clambered down from the table, his feet speedily dragging over to my own table, standing right infront of my sitting figure.

“How do I know you’re not lying? I’m not going to be let down again-”

Nick cut me off, his smirk appearing as he covered my mouth with his hand.

“If I was lying, would I do this?” I panicked, do what!?

In seconds his lips were stuck to mine, the soft skin of his own meshing with mine to make a sweet kiss. He gripped my cheeks in his hands and mine went to his hair, the kiss deepening.

Was this really happening?? Oh my god!

He pulled away slowly, teasing as he held my bottom lip in his teeth softly before letting go fully and looking me in the eye.
We just- oh god I hated PDA! who am I turning into??

“So, what do you say? Will you Y/N Y/L/N do me the honour of going on a- well another- date with me?” His eyes held a lot of hope as he stared up at me, his hands still pressing on my face.

I smiled brightly before removing his hands.

“Nope!” I smiled again, the cafeteria bursting into whispers as they all - still - looked on at the current scene.

“Okay so I’ll pick you up- whAT!?” His face was bright red, confusion clouding his features as he stood up abruptly. He was super tall, his body looming over my own small frame; seeing him wound up was actually hot as hell.

“I’m just kidding you idiot. I’ll go on a date with you. but this is the last chance because I really like you Nick and I’m not going to be mess-” his lips were on mine again in another kiss, his hands gripping my hips as he hugged me closer for the second time in the past 10 minutes.

Maybe there is room for second chances.

Originally posted by nick-j-robs

THIS IS LAME AF I APOLOGISE !!! ITS 1:30AM AND IVE HAD A SHIT DAY, I always promise to update and write a lot but so much stuff happens and gets in the way:(( I’m a sucky writer and account holder so I really do apologise. Anyway, this was short as heck but enjoy, sorry for mistakes an crappiness:)))

Well fuck. I finally made Jasper’s AU sheet. For a while now it seemed like an elusive as fuck thing that was never going to get done, but I at last got my butt into motion and did it! And… its ok. I like Lapis and Peridot’s sheets way more, but eh. Whatcha gonna do? Anyway, here we go with this…

1. UF Jasper
2. Guard Jasper (Reverse/Diamond)
3. Momswap Jasper (Gravity Rises/Momswap)
4. Permafusion Jasper (Anti-Gravity/Permafusion)
5. Kid Jasper (Relativity/Gem Kids)
6. Swap Jasper (Swap AU)

So yeah I think I like Momswap Jasper most out of these, though really I’m pretty damn pleased with how the hair on all of them turned out. Fucking Kid Jasper is ill proportioned as hell and I had no idea how to fix that so fuck it. Who cares. Guard Jasper’s pretty boring, though I like Permafusion Jasper’s sort of “lost” look (because in that AU, she’s neutrally aligned and just wanders around or whatever). And short haired Swap Jasper is pretty adorable if you ask me :) 

Obsessed| Part ONE


Negan x Y/N x Daryl

Words: 1253

Summary: The reader is the 20 years old daughter of Rick, in a relationship with Daryl for some months now. When Negan killed Abraham and Glenn, Daryl attacked him because Negan was interested in you.

Warning: Coming Chapters contain smut, drugs and suggested rape

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Everything started so good. This day started so good. We all were happy, we all were safe and now, nothing good was left. 

I was scared but I guess this was normal in a situation like this. We were on our knees, surrounded by those men, who pointed their guns to our heads and the worst part was: All my loved ones were here and could die, everyone except Judith. My baby sister could lost her whole family right now, this thought made me sick.

“Calm down, Y/N. I am here, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Daryl whispered, who was kneeling next to me and I tried to calm down, but it wasn’t that easy. I just was happy he was here. So many days we were separated and I had hoped to see him today again. My wish came true, but this wasn’t what I imagined.

“You can’t promise something like that,” I whispered and looked to my dad, who was next to Carl. Jesus, when I lose one of them I would die.

“Pissing our pants yet?” Scared I looked to the man, who got out of a bus and in his hand he had a fucking baseball bat, “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. It’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon.” Shit. All I could thought about was that this guy here was completely crazy. He smiled like something great just happened, walked to the circle, where our people were kneeling and I knew exactly who he was. This has to be Negan. The real Negan.

“So, which of you pricks is the leader?” The man who took all our weapons pointed to my father and I closed my eyes, when the man I was fucking sure about he was Negan, walked to him. My strong father, who was my little hero my whole life, he was pale and I never saw him this scared. He wasn’t scared he might could die, no, he was scared because everyone knew we won’t make it out alive, not all of us.

“…give me your shit or I will kill you,” Negan said in a cold voice to my dad, “Today was career day. We invested in a lot, so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don’t do what I want. And what I want is half your shit.” He started to walk and looked at each one of us. When he was in front of me I drop my gaze. I didn’t want to look into his eyes. I didn’t want to see his face in the nightmares I have and I had many of them, every single fucking night. I saw walkers, I saw the dead and the faces of men like him, who were just crazy. Without Daryl I would have lost my mind a long time ago.

“You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being  punished, now, did you?,” Negan asked amused and I could hear my heart breaking into pieces. He will kill us all. I looked to Maggie, one of my best friends, pregnant, she deserved so much better and now she could die and even if Negan won’t kill her or us, she might die tonight, she wasn’t in a really good settle.

“So now… I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you,” he said happily and I was glad when Daryl took my hand in his one, even when his grip was painful but he tried to calm down, before he might do something stupid. I knew him very well to see that he was about to do some mistakes. Negan walked from my father to Abraham and over to Carl, who looked to this dangerous man like he was about to kill him. Jesus, my family was crazy.

“Shit kid, lighten up. At least cry a little.” Nope Carl won’t cry. My little brother had more guts than I could ever have, but I just saw so much more pain in my life. I was broken, not completely but a part of me just was broken. I was too much in my own thoughts and when Glenn screamed ‘No’ I just was confused about what happened when Negan’s men pushed him back in line. At least Negan showed mercy and didn’t kill him right now for this move.

“All right listen. Don’t any of you do that again. I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one’es free, it’s an emotional moment I get it,” Negan explained and in the moment he decided to sing a fucking song and chose in that way who is going to die, I closed my eyes, let my hair fall in front of my face like a curtain and tried not to cry when Negan stopped his little game “and you… are… it.” I opened my eyes, saw it was Abraham and closed my eyes again when I heard the other cry, when I heard the sound of his head squishing and I thought I’m gonna puke but I managed it. Abraham was dead. I started to cry with this thought and opened my eyes slowly, looked horrified to all the blood and how Negan stopped hitting Abraham’s head which wasn’t even a head anymore.

“Look at my dirty girl,” he laughed, meant his baseball bat Lucille he introduced earlier  and I winced when Negan suddenly looked to me, “Oh sweetheart, you hid your pretty face from me and now look at you. A beauty with doll eyes.” He smiled and I had no idea what I should do. Now I looked to the man who was able to kill us all, who just killed Abraham for fun and I imagined a monster, but he was just a handsome man with the smile of the devil. I didn’t know what to do when he looked to my hand which was still clasped with Daryl’s.

“Was he a friend of yours?”, Negan asked amused and scared I look to my father, who looked like he will pass out soon.

“Y-yes,” I answered and winced even more, when he stroke a strand of my hair back and I saw that Daryl will explode in some seconds. O god we will die.

“And your name is?”
“Y/N,” I said quietly and Daryl shouted: “Get the hell away from her!”

“Daryl!,” I whispered scared and Negan started to laugh.

“You worried I could find interest in your little girl? Because you are damn fucking right when she looks at me with this big fucking eyes, I just wanna take her and…” That was too much. Daryl jumped up, released my hand and hit Negan in his face. I started to scream and just felt how Michonne grabbed my arm, pushed me back, when Negan’s men took Daryl to one of his cars. Negan’s attention went to Glenn and the punishment for Daryl’s action was Glenn’s dead. 

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I know my english is bad but I hope you guys like it somehow. The gif is not mine xx
 

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Hi! So hapy to know you're doing something special for the Choi boys! Can I request MC deciding to give a cat to Saeyoung for his birthday?

Countdown to the Cake: 4


The Rainbow Code

SaeyoungxMC


You feet hurt. You’ve been strolling in the mall for almost 2 hours now, trying to find the perfect birthday gift for your fiancée, it wouldn’t be that hard if it wasn’t for the two whining messes complaining behind you.

“My back hurt.” Yes, Yoosung, we got it when you said the 9 times before.

“Ugh… I’m bored. Can we stop and get some ice cream?”

“No, not yet. Let’s stroll a little more, Saeran. Please… bare with me, guys.”

“MC, we’ve wandered around these shops before,there’s nothing here you haven’t seen before.”

“I know, but what if we passed for the right gift and I didn’t notice?”

“You know you could give him a pair of socks and he would still squeal like an idiot because it’s coming from you, right?” Saeran says, crossing his arms.

“Ugh… but I can’t give him socks, Saeran. I… he really didn’t give you any hint on what he would like?”

“Nope. And I would have noticed since he is not really subtle at hinting, that fool.” You groan in annoyance. “Just… accept you’re not finding anything here, MC.”

“What about some fancy hair products? I saw this shampoo that revitalizes color and…” Saeran shuts down and stops listening, it’s not like you cared as you keep blabbering and walking inside the cosmetic store.

He sits next to Yoosung in the bench and groans in annoyance.

“What’s wrong with her? Why she doesn’t just give up? Ugh… my brother and her are such a match in that sense.”

“But, Saeran… if you don’t like helping her, why are you here?”

“I can’t help it, she… she called the violet code.”

“The what?”

“Violet stands for ‘MC needs help’. It’s a stupidity Saeyoung created, we have these secret codes between us to make sure MC is happy, it’s… it’s so cheesy and stupid!”

“And whatever this is, you’re still following it.”

“Well, yeah! It’s simple, happy MC means happy Saeyoung, and happy couple means less problems for me to deal with. Seriously, you have no idea the hell these two fools make when they fight.”

“Oh, I do. Last time they fought, Saeyoung called me crying because MC apparently hated him and he wanted to rent a zeppelin to win her back.” Saeran rolls his eyes, yeah… he knew everything about the zeppelin ordeal.

“So you know why I follow Saeyoung stupid’s rainbow code.”

“Rainbow? Oh my God, there are 7 codes for this? You gotta tell me which are the other codes!”

“Yoosung, have you found something for him?” you walk out of the store and stop in front of them.

“I did, MC. I bought these comic books I thought he would like while you were seeing those customized sweaters.” Which, thankfully… you didn’t buy.

“Oh… comic books, yeah… that’s so thoughtful and adorable, Yoosung. Ugh… you should be his fiancé instead of me…”

“I’ll pass, but… don’t feel down, MC. I’m sure you’ll think of something meaningful to both of you that expresses your feelings very well.”

“How about cat lingerie, then?”

“He already has cat lingerie…” you sigh. Saeran feels like saying something, but… nah, better pretend he didn’t hear this.  

“Okay, have you ever considered asking him directly what he wants, like you did to me?”

“I did, but… I want to think of this myself, you know? We’re getting married pretty soon, I have to be able to give him what he wants without him telling me.”

“MC… don’t you think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself? You’ve been engaged for less than a year now…”

“Don’t even try, Yoosung. She’s stubborn just like him. And…” he gets up and starts to walk “I have no patience for any of this!”

“But Saeran, the violet code…”

“Fuck the violet code, MC”

“Wait, isn’t the rainbow code a thing just between the twins?”

“Yeah, and there’s the blue code in this.”

“Which means ‘MC is spending too much time with us and learning how to hack, so she knows the codes.’” Saeran explains in total boredom.

“Yeah…I called the violet code, not Saeyoung. So you still have to help me, Saeran!”

“I’m trying to help you, but there’s nothing I can do if you can’t take my help, you know? Ugh… fuck this, I’m gonna get some ice cream.”

“Ugh… what do I do, Yoosung?”

“Right now? Tell me all the codes, I’m so curious,MC!”

Saeran goes all the way to the ice cream shop muttering. How can you and his brother be so alike? It’s almost disturbing! Too bad you’re actually likeable most of the times and now he really feels this need to help you…

He picks the flavor he wants and pays to the girl in the cashier, who… happens to look vaguely familiar. What the hell?

“Have a nice day, sir!”

“You too… Saeyoung.” The girl widens her eyes before lowering her head and chuckling.

“Guess I can’t fool you, brother.”

“I’m not sure if I really want to know, but… what the fuck, Saeyoung?”

“Well, you know those days when you just want to put on a cute dress and infiltrate into the ice cream shop in the mall where your fiancée is buying your birthday gift? It’s… one of those days.”

“So you’re spying on her.”

“I prefer ‘watching her steps attentively’, please.”

“And why are you s… watching her steps attentively?”

“Yes, Saeyoung, why are you spying on me?” holy shit! You and Yoosung are standing next to the balcony.

“Saeyoung? Who is this handsome man named Saeyoung you all keep talking about?” he does this weird high voice, and you cross your arms, glaring at him and making him sigh. “Hi, honey…”

“What are you doing, Saeyoung? I told you before how creepy it is when you do things like that!”

“I know, and I’m trying to stop, but… I couldn’t stay at home knowing you and my brother were trying to get something for me. I… don’t know, MC, I panicked, okay?”

“Why did you panic?”

“Because… it’s… it’s still hard to believe, MC. My fiancée going to the mall with my brother and my best friend to get me a birthday present, is this real? Is this… happiness real? I… can’t really stay home while something like this is happening, I can’t miss all the happiness that is surrounding my life right now, because… what if it ends?”

Yoosung looks at you and Saeran, he’s honestly shocked, he knew how much Saeyoung still struggled with his depressive thoughts from time to time, but he never really saw one of these moments in person. You and Saeran apparently did, though.

“You’re such a moron, Saeyoung.” Whoa… not the reaction he was expecting from Saeran.

“Ugh… I know. And I’m really sorry, bro. I’m sorry, Yoosung. And I’m sorry… MC.”

“I… told you more than once you don’t have to apologize so much, silly. And… I also told you it won’t end, Saeyoung. I’m here, we’re getting married in less than a month, and your brother is here too. This is just your first birthday we’re spending together, the first of many. I’ll be here for you getting older with you every year of our lives. So… don’t worry about missing moments, there are so many important ones to come.” You just feel your own tears when you see his.

“I can’t believe you two are really crying and making a scene in an ice cream shop. Can you believe it, Yoosung?”

“I can…” of course, because he’s crying too.

The four of you finally leave the shop. Saeran still can’t believe he’s the one to apologize for his friends’ weirdness. He, of all people.

He really needs a break from you two, and Yoosung needs to recompose yourself. So now it’s just the two of you sitting in the bench.

“So, uhm… thank you for what you said, MC.I… am sure you’re tired of always repeating the same stuff to me, but I appreciate it, you know, the way you appreciate me. The way you love me.”

“I do love you, don’t I?”

“Yes, you do… and that makes me realize that’s the best gift I could possibly have, and not only for my birthday.” You blush, and he giggles. You don’t really mind getting flustered if he makes him smile like this. “The idea of us being this old couple, sitting on our rocking chairs in the porch, talking about how young people have no respect and… surrounded by cats, and…”

“Wait, what?”

“What what?”

“Surrounded by cats?”

“Well, yeah… I… love cats, and  despite of what Jumin think, I would be a good owner, if you… helped me.” then it hits you, the perfect birthday gift!

“Saeyoung?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m calling the red code.”

“No…”

“Yes!”

“Yes?”

“YES!”

“YEEEESS!” he gets up and takes your hand, hugging you. Then he lifts you up before pulling you closer for a kiss. And you two laugh.

“Whew… they’re okay. I thought we would have to call the zepellin guy again…” Yoosung whispers to Saeran. But you and Saeyoung notice their presence again pretty quickly.

“Hey, Saeran, guess what?” you ask him.

“What?”

“She called the red code!” you two giggle, still hugging each other.

“No…”

“Yes!”

“No!”

“YES!”

“SOMEBODY TELL ME WHAT DOES THE RED CODE MEAN, FOR GOD’S SAKE!” Yoosung almost shouts in confusion.

“MC WANTS TO ADOPT A CAT!” you and Saeyoung say at the same time.


You can see the other days here!

“Fear Rules” in Polyamory

Some of my thoughts on:

Using “fear rules” as steppingstones for letting go of socially constructed thinking about control in a relationship…


What is a fear rule? 

“Fear Rules” (as I call them) are those knit picky little rules that we demand or require (usually) at the beginning of our journey into polyamory… It is often something along the lines of, “OK you can have sex with anybody you want but not on the third Wednesday of the month when it’s a full moon and never ever in OUR marital bed!”

Okay, okay… so maybe not that first part, but in my experience personally… my “ fear rule” was: “No sex in the marital bed!

I had decided that my partner could have sex anywhere else in the entire world, just NOT in that one super special sacred space.

There wasn’t anything special about my Target bought mattress and moderately price sheets. What this was really about was me needing to establish some sort of control over what was happening because that element of control, however tedious, made me feel like I was involved in what my partner was off doing without me… it was a tool to help ME feel like I still was in charge. It was as if, through this “fear rule” nothing could be truly taken away from me.

 Queen Lolita has made her demands known and god help anyone who would dare break this rule…

But what that rule really was, was me scared out of my goddamn mind.

 I was scared I was gonna lose control, I was scared I was going to lose my partner, I was scared everything was going to crash and burn in a fiery death of hell flames…

Of course I didn’t know that at the time!

I actually thought I was advanced! I thought I had grasped polyamory! I was happy and experienced and doing everything right…look at me I’m a progressive poly person letting my partner go of and be with someone else!

But really, at the root of everything, I wasn’t ready yet.

I had to SEE what this “fear rule” really was at the root. And identify my very valid fear and express it to my partner so we could work past it as a team. And realizing that, took some time.

Eventually my partner and I realized the rule wasn’t something we could easily work around. We honestly needed to use the bed when we had partners over out of sheer comfort, for goodness sake, and so though a bit of struggle, we finally agreed to let the rule go… We didn’t get to that place of “letting go” until we were both able to talk about what we were really afraid of - If someone else sleeps in “OUR” bed will it take away from how special the bed is to us as a couple since it’s only ever been us too?! – Well certainly not. My partner and I were not represented by some silly bed. What WE had was special regardless of this material thing we were holding on to… and that discovery, that was the first step in letting go of the “fear rule” because we grew together by discussing the root fear and getting past it together.

And don’t think just because you’re a “seasoned” polyamorist, that you’re out of the woods: 

When new deeper relationships or different relationships are established, even the most seasoned polyamorous individuals will find themselves taking steps backwards into those “fear rules” in order to re-establish a sense of comfort.

I’ve learned however, that the further into polyamorous experience you get the quicker you return to not using “fear rules” as a crutch because we learn through these experiences just how beneficial it is to say “Stop! I’m feeling scared… I’m feeling uncomfortable… I need to sit down with you and work on this as a team”

Fear Rules are helpful in that they give us some of those very first clues that we need to investigate what we are feeling and communicate them to our partner(s) so that, together, we can move forward with everyone truly feeling okay!

I’m not saying some rules (or even “fear rules”) are not needed in a poly dynamic, each of your own unique relationships will have different needs. What I’m saying is, perhaps make sure you’re all taking the time to investigate where the rules are rooting from to make sure there isn’t an underline fear or insecurity that the rules are coming from.

What are/were some of your “fear rules”?!

 I’d love to hear what others have experienced!

<3 Lolita

Chapter 91 Thoughts.

aka IS THIS ATTACK ON TITAN?!?!

The moment I clicked the new chapter was the moment I had the very same thoughts. I even double checked the titles. Then the penny dropped to my mind.

So Isayama decided to make another time-skip and also a change of character views as well.

It has been almost 80 years after this:

Almost 40 years after this:

Almost 30 years after this:

Almost 20 years after this:

9 years after this:

4 years after this and other events from the first chapter of manga:

And 3 years after this:

And we are at the year 854 now.

Cool.

Continue under the cut!

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Case of Crazies

Summary: Your day job takes you on an unexpected trip where you end up meeting Sam and Dean Winchester. This is my entry for @seenashwrite archer/spn challenge, prompt is bolded. 

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, language, vampires, blood, hunting, sassy!reader, un-beta’d

Originally posted by mockingbbird


A knock at your door at gone midnight was not what you had originally planned for your Friday night off, especially after the day you’d had.

Who had thought being a private investigator could take such a crazy ass turn? 

Looking into one of your old friend from college’s Grandma’s death turned out to lead you to a bar full of crazies. Crazies who just happened to have angry killer eyes and fangs. Like a full on Twilight movie, but with way more realistic props and makeup. Honestly, it had freaked the hell out of you. You set up and left as soon as you could, feeling their eyes on you as you made your abrupt exit.

Opening the door cautiously, you let out a relieved breath as you saw two men standing there dressed in suits, the pair of them showing you their FBI badges as they introduced themselves as Agents Smith and Banner.

God, they were gorgeous.

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@aliceinwhateverland: I was thinking that a good plot for Bughead would be the prom night, where maybe as they don’t seem to be in a formal relationship they aren’t really sure if they have to ask eachother.

Such a cute prompt, I love tongue-tied Jughead!


”B, you have to come and look at this dress it would be totally perfect for you,” Veronica gushed from where she lounged on Betty’s flowery bedspread, resting on one elbow while her other hand scrolled through pages on Betty’s laptop. Betty twisted round from where she sat at her dressing table, peering over her shoulder to glance at the screen. The satin dress was beautiful, pale lavender with a full skirt and sweetheart neckline that sat slightly off the shoulder. She sighed, shaking her head to clear the image of her in that dress from her mind. 

“I don’t know why you’re looking, V, I’m not even sure I’m going to the dance,” she mumbled, looking down at where her fingers were twisting nervously. Veronica’s head snapped up. 

“What do you mean not going? Why the hell wouldn’t you go?” she said incredulously, eyes comically wide. Why anyone would miss the chance to get a new outfit and dress up for the night was completely beyond her. Betty didn’t meet her gaze.

“Well… Jughead and I… I don’t even know if there is… we’ve not really…” Realisation dawned for Veronica.

“He hasn’t asked you yet,” she stated, her voice unquestioning. Betty shook her head dejectedly. Veronica’s expression softened as she took in her best friend’s slumped shoulders and downturn expression. “He is Jughead. Going to dances, let alone asking someone to one, isn’t really his scene,” she said gently, wincing slightly. 

“Yeah, I know. I just thought that maybe, after we… It doesn’t matter anyway. It’s just a dance,” Betty rallied, straightening up and sending a smile Veronica’s way. It didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Don’t worry, B, there’s still time,” she replied, trying to life the spirits from where they’d taken a drastic nosedive. “I’ll save the dress for you anyway.”

***

“Hey, guys,” Archie called out as he placed his lunch tray on the tabletop. “What’re we talking about?”

“The delightful wonders that come out of the Riverdale High cafeteria. Mystery Meat - why is it so mysterious?” Jughead deadpanned, mouth twisting in disgust as he reached for his fries instead. Betty cast a shy glance at him, smiling in amusement. He caught her glance and raised his eyebrows teasingly, pulling a silent laugh from her as she looked back at her tray with flushed cheeks. Jughead flung his free arm around her shoulders in a move that was still strange but becoming familiar. Betty’s body relaxed slightly, leaning into his side in comfort. Archie eyed the arm with wary eyes while Veronica looked on with a pleased smile. 

“Err, hey, Ronnie. I wanted to know if wanted to go to the dance next week. With me?” Archie blurted suddenly. Veronica startled. 

“Really?” she asked in surprise, eyebrows shooting up at the question. 

“Yeah. Well Val is gonna be on stage with the Pussycats all night so I thought it would be nice if the two of us went together,” he replied with a grin. From across the table Betty and Jughead wore matching expressions of disbelief as they took in what Archie had just said. ‘Second choice’ hung, unsaid, in the air. The corner of Veronica’s eyes prickled as Archie stared on oblivious, taking a breath and puffing her chest out to hide her obvious hurt.

“Sure, Archiekins, I’ll go with you,” she answered, plastering on a smile. Betty shot her a sympathetic look across the table that she returned with a slight shake of the head. The blonde’s sad eyes while she still sat beneath Jughead’s arm gave Veronica an idea. “In fact, the four of us could go together… like a double date,” she finished, staring pointedly at the couple across the table, sending a coy look Jughead’s way.

Jughead’s arm flew from Betty’s shoulder as he choked on the bite he’d just taken, fist pounding his chest a couple of times. “D-date?” he spluttered at the same time as Archie who looked sharply between the pair, Jughead’s eyes panicked as he chanced a glance over to Betty before narrowing in on Veronica. 

“Yes, Jughead, a date,” Veronica replied, refusing to back down. If she wasn’t going to get her man then she sure as hell would make sure her best friend got hers. 

“I-I’m not really sure… I don’t think we…” The hopeful look Betty tried to hide was fading fast at his hesitation. 

“I think I’m gonna go get another water,” Betty hurried out, standing swiftly and walking towards the school without a backwards glance. Jughead’s worried eyes followed her, looking torn between staying and following the girl he clearly loved as she moved away from him. 

“Alright, clueless wonder, what was that about?” Veronica turned on Jughead as soon as Betty was out of earshot, raising a single brow in accusation. 

“Huh?” Jughead replied, ever the wordsmith. 

“Betty! That girl has been looking at you like you hung the stars for months and yet you can’t repay her by asking her to one stupid dance?” Jughead was stunned into silence at the unexpected onslaught. 

“We just… haven’t really talked about it. Us, I mean. Y’know, as a couple,” he mumbled lamely. If there was one person that had the quality to render him moronic, he thought as he listened to himself trip over simple words, it was Betty Cooper.

“It’s so completely obvious that you’re in love with each other I don’t see the issue here.” Even the tips of Jughead’s ears covered by his beanie turned red at Veronica’s use of the word love. Archie stiffened, waiting for his reply. There was a beat of dead air before Jughead looked up with renewed hope.

“You think?”

“Well, I mean, I’m not so sure now. You kinda blew it, Heathcliff.” Jughead scoffed at her comparison, making to stand.

“I’ll go and ask her…” Veronica reached out to stop him.

“Whoa, slow your roll, silver-tongued devil, it’s going to take something more than just asking her to make up for this blunderbuss.”

“Like what?” Jughead asked apprehensively sitting back down.

“We’re gonna go full on Say Anything on this bitch.”

***

Betty tried not to watch the clock ticking faster and faster towards six o’clock. She sat, her biology textbook long forgotten in front of her, staring at the hands as they taunted her. 

Jughead hadn’t asked her in the end but she didn’t care, she told herself. She knew he wasn’t the kind of person who went to dances and she was just going to have to be ok with that. The image of him standing before her in a suit, bringing back memories of the one he wore to Jason’s funeral, holding her close as they swayed to some song she didn’t even hear invaded her mind. Standing there, unquestionably together, in front of everyone. She sighed. Not today.

The sound of something hitting the glass pane of her window shook her out of her revere. Brows furrowed she listened, until suddenly the sound repeated itself, catching a glimpse of the pebble that flew towards her room. She stood, tiptoeing over and looked down onto the lawn. 

Her mouth dropped as she took in the sight before her. There, in a suit just like she’d imagined him, was Jughead Jones, standing below her window holding a box above his head. She lifted the window, laughing in disbelief.

“Juggie, what are you doing here?” she shouted down to him, trying to make herself heard without alerting her mother. 

“Hey, Juliet. Just thought I’d come and tell you how much of an idiot I’d been,” he shrugged looking up at her, eyes glinting with mischief. “And to ask you if you’d forgive my blind stupidity by accompanying me to this dance?” Betty’s eyes shone with tears. 

“But you hate dances. You don’t have to do this for me,” she replied, trying to contain her pounding heart. He huffed out a laugh.

“My love for you is far stronger than my dislike for school functions, Betts,” he tried to quip casually, his heart leaping into his throat. Betty’s breath left her in a gasp.

“I… I don’t even have a dress,” she got out, mind still spinning from his confession. His eyes flicked to the box in his hands. “Jug, what’s in the box?” she asked suspiciously.

“Come and see.” She was downstairs in seconds, creeping across the dew damp grass to get to him. He looked even better up close, suit fitting him a little better this time, blue eyes glistening in the fading dusk light. She smiled at him from under her lashes as her shaking hands gently lifted the lid. The lavender dress stared back at her. 

“Juggie! How…?” she gasped, caressing the fabric in awe.

“Veronica,” he mumbled, with a tone of resentful gratitude. Betty laughed, staring up at the wonderful boy in front of her. Her free hand came up to grip the back of his neck, pulling him down to her lips in a sweet, slow kiss, pouring all of her gratitude into him. They pulled back, both breathing shakily. Betty didn’t remove her hand or let him get further than an inch from her lips. 

“I love you, too.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! Any words of encouragement for a burnt-out med student who failed the anatomy exam and is retaking it in a few days, but is SO exhausted after a month of studying that even looking into the textbook is painful? I love your blog and the way it approaches knowledge and science and I thought, hell, maybe you have something, because at this point I really don't have anything, not even hope, hah.

HEY OKAY MY FRIEND YOU’VE ONLY GOT A COUPLE MORE DAYS AND YOU’RE GONNA SMASH IT, OKAY? YOU WERE ACCEPTED INTO MED SCHOOL BECAUSE THE PEOPLE THERE KNOW YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES TO PERSEVERE AND SUCCEED AND SO DO I. I BELIEVE IN YOU.

“Why do we even try? When the barriers are so high and the odds are so low—why don’t we just pack it in and go home? It would be so much easier. It’s because in the end, there’s no glory in easy. No one remembers easy. They remember the blood, and the bones, and the long agonizing fight to the top. And that, that is how you become legendary.” 

Do I? - Jaime Benn

A/N: I’ve written this one for @minourouss. I hope you like it, boo.

Word Count: 1314

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Originally posted by flyersphiladelphia

“Guys, I am way too sober for this” I say, trying to sit back down on the couch.

We had had our last exam of the semester this morning and we were celebrating it. The night was perfectly scheduled, dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant, drinks at the newest pub in town and hit the club right after that. We were all dressed to impressed and ready to run this city, and I was all for it until we got to the pub and found out they were having karaoke night. We found a couch with a small table and we sat down as two of my friends went to the bar and ordered our drinks.

“(y/n), you should go up there and show them how it’s done” and it started, my friends pushing me out of the couch, yelling at the host that I wanted to sing a song and I trying to use my sobriety as an excuse.

“C’mon, we have heard you sing a million times. You are good” my friends kept pushing me. “Here, bottoms up and get ready to rock and roll” they say, handing me two shots of tequila.

I look at them and I know I have no choice so I drown both of the shots and walk down to the stage, where two very drunk ladies are singing, I’m too nice to say that they are destroying, “holding out for a hero” by Bonnie Tyler. I take the time to look around while I wait, the pub is not packed, but there is a fair amount of people there. God, I need another ten shots, pronto.

“What are you singing, doll?” the host asks me and I look at him, that was a hell of a good question.

“Mmh… I think I’m gonna do Do I by Luke Bryan” I answer and he nods, looking for it on the computer.

“No pressure, but we kind of need a good show after this” he jokes, looking at the two women who are having trouble staying on their feet.

I give him a nervous smile and wait until he hands me the mic and helps the last artists down the stage. I take a deep breath and go up.

“So… I don’t really want to do this, like at all” everyone laughs at my comment and that gives me the courage I need to keep talking. “I don’t want to do this, but today it is our first night of freedom after finals and I’m taking one for the team, so here I go”

I give a small nod and the music starts playing. I’ve always liked this song, from the moment I first listened to it. I know every single word, I don’t need to look at the lyrics on the monitor, so I just walk around on the stage. I look at my friends and they are holding their hands on the air, swaying from left to right and making me laugh. The song ends and I give the crowd a shy smile as they give me an ovation, or at least it feels like an ovation to me.

“I was kidding when I said we needed a good show, but thank you for that, it was amazing” the host says and I feel my cheeks heating up.

I walk back to my friends and they stand up, making a scene as they yell my name and ask me for autographs.

“Ok, stop it. You’ve embarrassed me enough for the next hundred years” I scowl at them, sitting on the couch and grab my drink, ready to get as wasted as possible.

We listen to a couple of songs, laughing and cheering as the people on stage are our favorite artists when the bartender brings a bottle of champagne to our table. The bottle is tipped by a lit sparkler and brings everyone’s attention to us.

“Excuse me, we haven’t ordered th…” my friend tries to tell the man when he pulls a note from his pocket and gives it to me before walking away.

I look at it in shock for a couple seconds while the sparkler keeps lighting up the room.

“What does it say?” “What is it?” “How is it from?” I snap back to reality and open the note to find a short text.

Breathtaking

JB 14

 

“(y/n), I think Justin Bieber is flirting with you” and all of them laugh as I look around the room, trying to find the mysterious man that has paid for an overly expensive bottle of champagne.

My eyes travel all over the place before they find a pair of big brown eyes staring at me making me blush, and I thank God for the darkness of the room. I know very well who he is and I mentally face palm myself for not figuring it out before. I give him a shy smile and he smirks, mouthing “cheers” and holding up his glass while I shake my head and bite my lip. He turns back to his group of friends and I do the same, finding all the eyes set on me.

“Is that who I think it is?” yeah, my friends are hockey fans too.

“I suppose it is” I answer and let go of the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Girl, hook us up. Tyler and I could have a good time” my friend Alyssa says and I roll my eyes.

“I don’t think it works that way, Al” I mutter, drinking the rest of liquor I have in my glass. I’m quite tipsy by now, the alcohol is kicking off and I feel quite floaty. “C’mon ladies, let’s go to the club”

We get on our feet, ready to go, when my brain decides that it is a good time to be brave.

“Hold on” I say to my friends, turning around and heading to the VIP space in the pub.

Jamie is talking with some of his friends when his brother elbows him and cocks his head in my direction. Jamie looks at me and gets up, meeting me half way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to have this conversation in front of his friends.

“Thanks for the champagne, it was very kind of you”

“You are welcome. It got your attention, so it is money well spent” He smirks and my heart flutters

“It definitely did” I give him a shy smile.

“Hitting the clubs?” he asks, looking at my outfit.

“As I said, first night of freedom” I laugh “going out tonight?”

“No, we are just having a couple drinks to unwind a little” he explains and I turn my head to look at his friends. All of they are part of the Dallas Stars and all of them are staring at us “big game tomorrow”

“Well, do me a favor and kick some ass tomorrow?” I joke around.

“Will do…”

“(y/n)”

“(y/n), that’s a pretty name” he looks right at my eyes and I swear I’m gonna faint “you should come to the game tomorrow”

“Sold out, my friend” I say, annoyed because my friends and I couldn’t get tickets on time.

“It’s good you have contacts then…” He winks at me and hands me his phone.

“Smooth, Benn. Very smooth” I praise him, typing my name and number and handing it back to him “tell my contact to text me the details”

“He will do it gladly” he smiles and looks over my shoulder “you should go before your friends go crazy”

I turn around and I see them pointing at the door and making weird dance moves.

“Gotta go” I say, turning around and walking towards my crazy ass friends. “see you around”

We leave the pub and walk for around three minutes before I get a text from a number I don’t know.

Stay out of trouble, young lady.

 

I raise an eyebrow and I’m about to text back I get another message,

And by trouble I mean guys.

JB