#featuring THE dress I spoke of on my last post (last pic)

[syninplays]

Lord & Lady of Burke 👑

#this is me playing around in CAS hehe #featuring THE dress I spoke of on my last post (last pic) #also I would die for them #...but I would die many more times for Eivor and Finnr :p #my sims #sims ocs #ts3 #ts3 sims #my pics #katja #katja sigurdsdóttir #yggr #yggr varinsson

[wildandmoody]

Seriously the way the press starting doing a complete 180 on him into Tabloid Hell post-Thriller is just so convenient. I mean before they were praising him for being a goody two-shoes, looking and dressing modestly, and generally were fine with cornering his music into the Black music market only. But once he reinvented the short film/music video as a medium AND pushed and pushed until he was the first Black artist to be featured and circulated on MTV (and I'm certain similar music channels around the world), starting breaking chart records that only white artists had held, and had a truly universal appeal by the time he started touring for Bad, all of a sudden up jumped the bullshit.

Suddenly here came the same "he's gay/childish/virginal" fingerpointing that he had to address since fucking 1976. Here comes "he's a deviant ew" just because he started dancing and dressing more provocatively in 1987 as if musicians that same decade and before weren't also wearing buckles, O-rings and shin guards and doing god knows what on stage. By the time he spoke up about having vitiligo universalis it was too late and ppl were already saying he wanted to be white and thought he was lying. To this day ppl think that including a lot of fellow Black ppl despite his autopsy report and plenty of pics of brown flecks and spots on his skin being available. Suddenly it's "he's weirdly obsessed with kids" when he had been donating his concert proceeds directly to and visiting orphanages and hospitals since he himself was a CHILD in the jackson 5 days, and literal radio silence on campaigns he directly funded for mandela's anti-apartheid campaign, AIDS research, women's rights, gang-related issues and hundreds of other causes. And that's just on the causes that i can think of off the top of my head that we know about, because he also gave millions of dollars anonymously and directly supported many individuals by buying food and appliances and covering travel costs for them. Radio silence from the news and gp.

Andthe most damning of all as far as I'm concerned is the fact that he swallowed his pride and gave up on his Reclusive Image in the 2000s specifically so that he could call out the racist soul-crushing tendencies of the music industry, in particular Tom Motolla and Sony as a whole, and how it affected him and his Black peers. Which of course media tried to spin as a personal beef and not a race-related one. THE EXACT DAY that he was set to release one last compilation album for them and finally walk free while owning 50% of their publishings and all of his own masters (and the masters of older Black artists which he sold back to them for $1) ,and free of an oppressive music deal, up jump the allegations and now he had to fly his ass to LA to get both of his shoulders dislocated and get manhandled by the LAPD. The same day. How fucking convenient.

And look. This is not me saying that what happened to Michael was a pattern. It most certainly was not and there are plenty of truly dangerous men in power, this is a fact. I am not trying to circulate conspiracy theories but i am pointing out the shit that happened to him because of the target painted on his back. What i say in defense of Michael Jackson i say in confidence because at one point I had read every transcript , testimony, legal document available including his autopsy not because i liked him but because i needed to truly understand what the hell was going on. And ive read old newspapers and tabloids that covered him and they treated this man worse than an animal just based on how he presented himself alone. Matter of fact the name "Jacko" stems from an old British slang name for a dancing and singing boxing monkey that was popular in the 19th century, so that was based in racism too. It's just rhe Everything. And I'm also not saying that he never made mistakes or was a human person. He didn't really seem to be able to always surround himself with and trust the right people. But man oh man. Oh the Convenience.

#me.exe #long post #michaelposting

[amethyst-crystalfly]

The stars in your eyes

Pairing| Akaashi Keiji x f! reader

Themes| fluff, tooth rotting fluff, mutual pining, just lots of fluff okay?

Warning| nope none except for Akaashi being adorable

Authour’s note| Hi guys I absolutely enjoyed myself writing this pic as Akaashi Keiji occupies my whole heart. I just really think that Akaashi is the kind of guy who would take you on a classy candle lit dinner as a first date considering the kind of personality he radiates. He would absolutely plan for it days in advance and make sure everything is perfect. He is also the guy your mom would approve of and is basically the ideal guy who also secretly happens to be a hopeless romantic at heart. So here I offer you exactly that through this fic. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it! Thank you for reading! I love youu!

w/c| 2293

The night was clear and the soft late winter wind gently flowed in through your open windows. You had been anticipating for this day. You smiled at your reflection as you finished brushing your hair, satisfied with your outfit, you thought back to the day, just a week ago, when your long-time crush Akaashi finally asked you out on a date.  "Wow this was really happening" you longingly wondered. “Y/n! Akaashi is here to pick you, honey” you heard your mom call. You took a deep breath, checked your reflection for one last time, grabbed your purse and phone and rushed out to meet him. As you stepped in the hallway, you saw your mom talking with him. He had a soft smile on his face as he was telling your mom about college. As he sensed you approaching, he looked up and as your eyes met, he seemed to freeze. You held your breath as he stood up, you offered him a warm smile and at that a blush tinted the tip of his ears and his cheeks. Your mom smiled at the two of you and wished you two a fun date as she decided to head to the other room, giving the two of you some privacy.

You greeted him with a soft yet enthusiastic “hi!”

“Hello, you- “he inhaled as his eyes swept over you once again “you look beautiful y/n”

“You are one to talk Akaashi” you chuckled softly

That earned you a laugh from him, “I am humbled” he said making a casually bowing gesture. “shall we?” he offered his arm with a warm smile.

You happily nodded and looped your arm through his as you both walked out of the door together. You were dressed in a wine-red gown with a thigh high slit on one side and paired it with black heels. You accessorized this outfit with a pair of simple crystal studded ear rings and a matching crystal pendant. Your open hair complemented your outfit perfectly. Beside you, Akaashi was dressed in a white shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up till his fore arms, giving you a peek at those sculpted arms. His pair of black casual trousers and his silver analog watch tied off his look perfectly. It was so simple yet elegant and classy. His style spoke of his personality perfectly. You both got in the car and headed towards the restaurant Akaashi had already planned on in advance, but of course he had finalized it only after discussing with you, he needed to make sure if you would like it too. However, if you were being honest, you would happily go anywhere this man goes, it didn’t matter where. But for obvious reasons you haven’t told him that, yet. The drive to the restaurant was about 30 mins and you both fully enjoyed those 30 minutes blissfully enjoying each other’s company and taking turns playing your favorite songs for the other. As you got off the car, you looked around admiringly to the tasteful decoration. Akaashi offered you his arm once again and you both made your way towards the reception. He had reserved a seat for the two of you in advance, the waiter led the way to your seats. It was situated beside the window? Wall? You couldn’t decide what to call it since the entire wall was made of glass. It was exquisite! it offered a wonderful view of the city considering that this hotel was situated atop a hill. The place was lit with warm yellow lights and candles, creating a perfect balance of shadows and soft lights. The tables were arranged spaciously providing each group/couple with privacy. The entire place smelled faintly of French vanilla thanks to the scented candles. The entire place appealed to you aesthetically, you really liked it. Akaashi pulled out your chair for you and helped you in. You found that small gesture extremely touching, “damn chivalry ain’t ded” you thought to yourself and suppressed a giggle at your own lame inside joke.

“You are really sweet Akaashi” you told him letting that giggle out

A waitress brought your orders to the table along with a bottle of red wine. She filled both your glasses with the crimson liquid. You both thanked her politely and she smiled and left. The delicious smell of the platter wafted to your nose and it made you realize just how eager you were to dig in but you hesitated, you did not want to do anything awkward it was your first date with Akaashi after all.

It made him blush. It wasn’t just your words that got to him but he was spell bounded by the way the candle light looked on you. The light bounced off your crystal ear rings occasionally when you moved your head. In his eyes you were the most beautiful woman out there. The way a slight blush tinted your features warmed his heart and made a soft smile bloom on his lips. As you looked at him, you were mesmerized by the way the candle light shimmered in his eyes, he looked as if he was sculpted out of alabaster by the renowned ancient Greek artists themselves. He looked so gorgeous that it made you want to be all cheesy, if he kept acting so cute heck you might end up throwing some cheesy ass pick up lines at him.

“Are you shy, Y/n?” Akaashi softly chucked teasing you

“huh-what? No! absolutely not, why would I be shy” you quickly spoke, an embarrassed blush spreading across your face.

He laughed some more, taking a small bite from his plate he casually teased, “Then why aren’t you eating, you must be shy”

You puffed your cheeks, “I am not shy” and you finally picked up a piece of the delicious food with your fork and nibbled on it.

Akaashi let out another soft laugh at your cute expression. He couldn’t resist himself as he extended his left arm adoringly and gently pulled your cheek “You are so adorable, y/n”

“Hmph but I am not shy” you grumbled out, even though your heart was practically doing cartwheels at his words of adoration.

He laughed again pulling away and getting back to his own food. You had never seen Akaashi laughing so much and be so much at ease. He was usually more composed and careful with his words this was a peek at another side of Akaashi. You could just watch him laugh and joke like this all day and be satisfied. You both took little sips of the red wine as you continued eating and talking about various topics. Conversation with Akaashi was easy and fluid, none of you had to put any effort in it, it flowed swiftly from one topic to another. All your reservations were just falling apart watching him be himself with you so easily. It made your heart soar. You both had had two servings of wine each, by the time you finished your dinner. It gave you a slightly heady feeling. As you waited for the bill you both looked out at the massive glass windows. The glistening city lights looked like little fairy orbs scattered all over the city. It was surprising that you hadn’t noticed it earlier in the evening. Maybe you were far too absorbed in Akaashi to notice.

“The city looks beautiful at night doesn’t it?” Akaashi said noticing your awed expression

“Yes, it does, it is as if someone dropped the stars from the heaven” you giggled

He looked at you with slightly dazed eyes and a soft smile illuminating his handsome face, “then you will definitely like the next place I will take you to”

“next place?” you asked turning your face towards him

“Yes, you thought I am gonna let you go so easily? He laughed

“I like the idea of that” you said

“of what?” he enquired

You said it out almost instinctively, “of you not letting me go easily” your face heated as you realized what you just said. And you cleared your throat, “we…umm-we should go”

He looked at you sidelong with an amused smile as you both stood up and prepared to leave. You dared not meet his gaze. You cursed yourself internally, “damnit y/n what are you doing? Now he is gonna think I am a complete weirdo”

As you both existed the lavish hotel the late winter breeze greeted you. The temperature had dropped comparatively. Akaashi moved closer to you and placed a hand around your waist. You did not know this but a smile still lingered on his face from your words. It had made his heart skip and he wanted to kiss you right there and tell you that he did not plan on letting go of you at all. But he resisted himself from doing that since you were in public. As you both reached the car, he opened the door and pulled out his coat from the backseat of the car and swiftly draped it around you.  

“I thought we might need this” he smiled “come let me show you to the place I promised” he led you by your hand.

Your heart was basically hammering in your chest when he draped the coat around you from how close he was. Desire burned through you to just reach up and kiss him. But you shut it out focusing instead on Akaashi’s words. He was telling you how he had come here a few days back to make reservation in person and that’s when he spotted this place. He led you through a path behind the hotel. It was a winding path and was lit with beautiful tall lamp posts, illuminating the road in it’s golden light. It was a ten-minute walk and you found yourself standing at the top of the little hill. The edges were guarded off with railings and. There were trees skirting the edge of the hill and they continued down the hill in rows. As you approached the railings you were spell bounded by the view it offered. The top of the hill was dimly lit compared to the path which led you here. And that was to ensure a clear view of the night sky. The stars twinkled above you just like the city lights glowed beneath. It was absolutely beautiful. The air was filled with the scent of the trees around, a dewy forest like smell. Little fireflies twinkled in the distance among the trees. It was captivating you turned to look at Akaashi and realized he was already staring at you. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth he looked away smiling at being caught. That made your smile spread wider.

You shuffled closer to his side and said “This place is beautiful Akaashi! Thank you for bringing me here”

He looked down at you and said with a smile, “Thank you for agreeing to come with me y/n, I haven’t felt so happy and at ease in a long time”

The closeness with Akaashi already made it so hard to resist yourself and he was just making this harder by being so sweet. You were feeling bold suddenly, was it the wine? Or was it just Akaashi working his charm without even being aware? Either ways you turned to face him fully and looped your arms around his neck and pulled your body closer, the coat falling off your shoulders, but you didn’t care, not right now as you gazed into Akaashi’s surprised eyes. His lips were parted in surprise at your sudden change in behavior, his hands were on your waist. And he looked absolutely irresistible. His desire was evident in his eyes. You reached up slowly and your lips were dangerously close, almost brushing. You could smell his citrus cologne up so close and you wanted nothing more than to be lost in it. His breathing was as heavy as yours as his arms tightened around your waist and you trailed your one hand down his shoulder and up his neck to cup the side of his face. He could not resist himself anymore as he closed the distance between your lips and kissed you. It was a light kiss at first,soft, sweet and careful. You both momentarily pulled away to look into each other’s eyes

“kiss me again Akaashi” you said through your ragged breathing. Looking straight into his eyes.

He did not falter a moment before kissing you passionately, His hands on your back pulling you closer towards him almost lifting you off your feet as if he couldn’t get enough of you. And to be honest he couldn’t, and neither could you. Your one hand stayed around his neck, massaging the nape of his neck and your other hand was tangled in his soft hair. You moaned into the kiss as his one hand snaked up your back to your neck. And that made him groan at how much he loved that soft sound that left you. When you two finally pulled apart both of you were gasping for air and your faces were red. As your eyes met you both let out a laugh at disbelief of what just happened. And you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest listening to the sound of his galloping heart. It was beating as fast as yours. He rested his chin on top your head and left out a content sigh.

“hey y/n”

“umhmm?” you asked, happily watching the city lights twinkle below

“I really don’t plan on letting you go”

“Neither do I, Akaashi” you said snuggling closer to him.

#author's note #akaashi keji x reader #haikyuu akaashi #akaashi icons #akaashi scenarios #akaashi fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #hq fluff #tooth rotting fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #akaashi smut

[unorthodoxx-page]

Blurb #2 - Numbers and Monsters

I’m not going to lie, this one was hard to write.  I couldn’t really find a voice or figure out what story I really wanted to tell.  I’ve given myself a time limit when it comes to these blurbs as to not over think them, and I used every last second.  

All in all, I think its ok, but not really great.  

As always, let me know what you think!

P.S:  This was also a book idea but idk.  It’s not really speaking to me.

THE BEGINNING

It started in Andorra, or that’s what the ICTF tells us, it’s hard to be sure.  It happens like this.  Twenty years ago, an Andorran boy named Biel posts a picture of a mysterious tattoo on his arm.  It’s a simple tattoo really, just eight small numbers going down the length of his forearm. In the post he claims to have no idea where it came from or what the numbers represents; and he asks if anyone else experienced the same phenomenon.  The post receives little attention, a few comments mentioning dates and hoaxes, but doesn’t break over fifteen likes, and why would it?  There’s nothing interesting or remarkable about the post, just a blurry candid shot of his arm.  So, it gets lost in a sea of viral hopefuls turned losers, their account holders sighing in disappointment when their special moments are deemed mediocre by the world.  There’s nothing about it after that, and there’s a half-hearted vacation pic on his Facebook the following day.

Ten days later an avalanche in Arinsal buries Biel and his mysterious tattoo along with him.  His accounts are deactivated, and the world keeps scrolling.

Sometime later, a blurry picture comes out of a small town near Konkan Hills, India. The picture shows a ritual of some sort, capturing a man praying over a child.  Old as the land he kneels on, mouth frozen in hymn, he sprinkles the girl in vibrant dust.  this picture captures the hearts of a small group of photographers.  Some call him a Pujari, due to the religious nature of the ceremony, while other academics are hesitant to label him as such since no one really recognizes the ritual.  It’s a small argument and it gains some traction in a tight circle of religious scholars, but the influence is negligible.  Either way, the priest gains some notoriety as a testament to older and unknown practices still being performed in isolated areas, but he’s not important.

What’s important is the child.  The young girl, no older than 10, sitting before the man.  She is surrounded by flowers and incense and shrouded in a simple white gown.  Her head down and posture demure, she accepts the prayer with a rare grace that’s not typically found in one so young, but that’s not really important either.  What is important are the eight black numbers peaking just above her dress collar.  

A mudslide swallows the town two weeks later.

This keeps happening.

Barbara goes missing in Yellowstone, Lucas disappears in the Australian outback, Hiroto’s tragic death in Toyama Prefecture.  Akim.  Kofi.  Camila. Daiyu, and many, many others.  No one takes note but a fringe conspiracy group called The Knowing.  They saw the important parts, which were the tattoos of course.  A few of the victims took pictures of these new additions to their bodies before their timely demise.  Posts and text messages claiming that they woke up with the numbers on their bodies. Each laughed off by loved ones or the internet labelling them pranks or hoaxes.  Which isn’t unusual, there was an epidemic of pranks that crossed the line back in those days, so it was easy to write them off as such.  The placements weren’t identical, but the eight digits is what connected all the victims.  The Knowing talked about it day and night, cataloging each new victim they could, trying to map out a pattern.  They were close, but unsuccessful.  Both in their investigation and attempts to spread the word.  There was a huge global problem happening, and the world was none the wiser.

Until Anderson Keery.

Two years after Biel, an up-and-coming actor is invited to an up-and-coming talk show.  Vivian Lance has worked hard to get where she is, toiled and struggled in every network she PA’d and Anchored for to finally get this reward. It’s her debut morning and her first guest matches the infancy of her career. Anderson’s not a nobody, but he’s definitely not famous enough to draw a significant audience.  They have less than a hundred guests in attendance, but for right now it’s enough.  It’s a standard interview, going over his ups and downs until the big reveal of his casting in a major studio franchise.  The crowd will go wild and hopefully her ratings will too.  

Vivian is ready to launch herself into history.  Oprah didn’t become Oprah in a night.  It takes time to become a legend, and Vivian Lance was on the road to becoming one.

The interview goes smoothly until it doesn’t.  Vivian receives a note from her PA that a fight broke out between Anderson and his team before he came on set.  She doesn’t need to guess why they’re telling her this.

“So,” she begins.  The interviews been going well, but now it’s time to shake things up a bit. “A little birdy told me there were some issues with your team?  Is everything ok?”

Anderson’s smile stretches and she knowns she’s asked the right question.  He cuts her a look, aryan features twitching in anger before he controls himself.  Ooh, a temper problem.  She definitely needs to poke at this.

“Oh,” He laughs, “It was nothing.  My team just played a little prank on me.”

The crowd chuckles and oohs on que and she leans forward, smiling conspiratorially.  “Don’t hold out on us.  What was it?”

His glare is scorching, yet polite.  Anderson didn’t want to be here anymore than she wanted him as a guest.  Both believed that they were better than where they were at that precise moment.  Or at least that’s what history tells us.

“They put a fake tattoo on me while I was sleeping.” Anderson smiles sheepishly, throwing a shy look to the cameras.  “I kind of flipped because I thought it was real.”

“Really!” Vivian laughs, leaning back to really sell it.  The crowd laughs with her.  “Can you show us?  Or would it be……..inappropriate?”

The crowd whistles and catcalls.  Anderson laughs again and turns his back to her, pulling down his collar.  “Here.  I hope the back of my neck is safe for TV.”

“One..one..two,” she leans forward to read the rest, “three…two…zero…two…four?”

“I know,” He deadpans, “It doesn’t make sense to me either.”

Vivian sits for a moment, before jumping up, shocking her audience and guest.  “Wait! Its eleven, twenty-three, twenty twenty-four.  That’s today date!”

“Wow,” Anderson replies, and the crowd burst into laughter.  “I guess you’re right.”

“Why todays date?”

“You’ll have to ask them. I’m still-.”

The building shakes and the camera falls, throwing Vivian and Anderson onto the floor.  The crowd screams and someone shouts “Earthquake!” before a bone chilling, tonal wail fills the building.  It cuts through the noise and leaves nothing but silence in its wake.

Vivian is the only one still fully in frame.  Her face is wide in fear and confusion, “What-?”

The building shakes again, debris starts falling, the air is filled with screams of fear and despair before the camera goes black.

The reports after that are a little fuzzy, but here’s what we know.  During Vivian's first live broadcast, in the middle of the day, something destroyed the Studio.  Conflicting reports from eyewitnesses will say it was a bomb, another will say a plane, but most will say a Hand.  An open palm reaching from the heavens itself to crush the tiny building out of existence.

Everyone in the studio dies and just like that, Vivian becomes a legend overnight.  

It’s a mad scramble after that.  All major governments and internet sleuths were turning the world upside down to figure out what happened.  It took no time at all to find The Knowing, they weren’t exactly being secretive and before you knew it, they were everywhere.  Every news station was talking about it.  Outraged that the world governments hadn’t noticed an issue, even though they missed it as well.  It took one hour to figure out that the numbers were dates and two to connect that they were expirations.

The story was everywhere, and then more people started posting their numbers.  A lot were fakes, but the ones that were real?  They didn’t stand a chance.  Many hid.  Some disappearing to never be heard from again and others taking whole building and towns with them.  People were getting desperate, but what changed things again was Amanda Edmund.

Amanda was a regular girl. She had no special talents, had average grades, average looks and average friends.  The world would have never noticed her if it was for two things. One, the most important, she was the Presidents daughter, and two?  She was marked.  There was no hiding it, how could you when the girl was branded across her forehead. Some were relieved, believing that if anyone would survive and end this madness, it would be the President. There’s no way he would let his daughter parish.  The other half of the country held their breaths.

The day after Amanda’s date passed, the media converged in the middle of the Sonoran Desert.  They presented, voices stuttering and palms shaking, the death of the president and his daughter.  They reported in front of a massive hole where the president and his family had been hiding.  The aerial photo proved a lot of theories.  No one could deny the obvious finger scrapings around the edge.  To most, it looked like god himself plucked the bunker out of the dirt, but the survivor’s testimony will prove the opposite.

They spoke of the darks creatures first.  The ones that preceded The Grasp.  Gnarling, drooling things that held no shape.  They dripped, one said.  Dripped straight through the ceiling.  The smell of death and rotting flesh filled the base, another described.  They were small at first, the size of a wolf, then they got bigger.  It was a bear, the last one screamed, eyes deranged, and no sense left in his being.  With a row of teeth, a shark would be jealous of. Nothing we threw hurt it, in fact, they absorbed it.  I watched it tear a man to pieces before eating his heart.

The three survivors’ stories were horrific.  A gruesome retelling of an unbeatable foe because what else could it be?  According to them, nothing worked on these monsters, and if the president couldn’t stop them?

More people died. Politicians, poverty stricken, sinner and saints, no one was safe.  Before the world knew it, twenty years have passed by, and we are no closer to ending the threat.  The Numbered are cast out now.  They live in peace up until the night before expiration and the cities, towns and villages walk them out.  Lead them somewhere remote and their story added to the remembrance board.

It’s sick.  It’s routine, and it will keep going for years until Ahadi.

Twenty years after Biel, a boy named Ahadi woke up with eight numbers above his knee.  He knew the process, and so did his town.  The town cried over the unfortunate boy and threw him a celebration to honor his life.  His mother sobbed day and night and his father held him tight, praying for him to survive.  That night, the entire town walked him to the edge of the Congo Forest.  An Honorist took his photo, and he shared his final goodbyes with his family before walking to his final resting place.

Two days later, he walked back out.

The town was shocked. The world was shocked.  No one had ever survived an expiration.  The ICTF and world media outlets descended on the town, each wanting to know how he survived and what it meant.  Now this where things get a bit redacted.  The ICTF didn’t release a lot of details, but what we know is that the tattoo is no longer a stark black, but a faded grey color. The world took that as a sign of the boys safety and a beacon of hope.  That there is a way to survive these creatures.  When asked how he did it, Ahadi would only say one thing.

“I held my breath.”

He would say nothing else. The world theorized that he couldn’t say anything else, a price for surviving, some whisper.  A hint, others shout.  That’s all the world needed, hell that’s all she needed, because history won’t help her here.  

Aniyah doesn’t have time, in fact, she has very limited time.  Her dates been stamped, and she refuses to be one of the Remembered.  

#blurb #blurbs #writing #writer #writeblr #writblr #creative writing #monster #monster story #fiction #Author #writing prompt #original work #original characers #original writing

[starjeno]

destined | l.mh | 3

genre: fluff | soulmate!au, genderswap!au pairing: student!mark x female!reader warnings: bad words? word count: 1973 summary: it’s a fact of life that soulmates swap bodies. when mark wakes up in a bed that isn’t his, he’s delighted. you, on the other hand, absolutely despise it. a/n: filler chapter, sorry! and i know it’s been a while since i’ve posted. also, i gave the roommate a name finally. 

the sunset filtering through your curtains fills the room with hazy light. it’s soft and golden and comforting, but it does little to placate your roommate. her arms remain crossed over her chest as you pace by the mini-fridge nervously, waiting for this interrogation to end.

“okay, but what did yuta say?” she’s already somehow familiarized herself with the names of the people involved, and while it took some time for her to get used to your new appearance, she currently seems to have grown accustomed to it. you groan, “i told you, yuta likes this whole thing. he just ignored me and then said that i should take mark into consideration.”

“why can’t mark take you into consideration instead?” she retorts. you huff, “i told you this too! mark also thinks i like this whole thing!”

“well? do you?”

you can’t help the hesitation that bubbles up in your throat when you think about the events of earlier. the rapid beating of your heart and the heat in the tips of your ears and the strange familiarity that accompanied each of mark’s words — he felt like a missing puzzle piece, like someone you loved in a past life, and you didn’t like how you unconsciously gravitated towards him as he spoke. 

then again, you only saw him for a few hours, so maybe you’re overexaggerating. you shake your head firmly, “i don’t! you know that! i don’t want any of this!”

she gives you an unplaceable look, her eyes filled with contemplation, before groaning and sitting up, “let’s go out to eat. you’ve had a rough day.”

“you’ll pay?”

“yeah,” she sighs, running a hand through her hair, “i don’t want you to confuse the cashier with your credit card info. let’s get out of here.”

it’s a blessing that your roommate has kun. she’s accumulated enough of his clothing that your new body has a decent selection to choose from. though the clothes all fit loosely, you figure tucking your dress shirt into your pants and looping a belt tightly through should make sure your outfit is secure. she stands in the doorway as she watches you change, blushing feverishly when she associates your initial meeting with yuta with the boxers that now hug you snugly. 

“where do you feel like eating?” 

you hum in thought as you grab a cap, “honestly? kun’s place. he makes such good food.”

she rolls her eyes before dialing her boyfriend’s number on the phone. it rings for a few seconds until the line clicks and you hear a deep voice fill the speaker, “what’s up? you only call at this time when you’re hungry. or horny. or both. please don’t be both.”

“uh, just hungry. also, ____ and i have something we should tell you,” she mumbles, “i’ll be over in five.”

she hangs up before looking over to me and sighing, "i'll do your hair."

as you sit down in front of a mirror and watch your roommate squeeze out a frightening amount of gel onto her palm, you can't help but think about mark again. it's hard not to since his face is the reflection and it shines with a bright optimism that you currently lack. you attempt a half-hearted smile to make his features seem pleasant; it feels wrong when his face frowns.

meanwhile, the girl behind the chair slicks your hair in a neat quiff, sparing a few strands to fall onto your forehead casually. you look handsome, and you're somewhat pleased that kun's first impression of your soulmate will be great on terms of looks.

not that you cared particularly. you don't. you aren't even sure you know what a mark is, much less feel as if others should approve of him.

"there, let's go," she hums, wiping her hands off with a towel and spritzing some floral scent on the two of you before walking out. you follow reluctantly.

kun's apartment is cute and filled with small plants that are groomed to perfection. little canvases with a dramatic ink strokes line the walls above the television and couches, and pens are littered in the corners of every room. there's even a pen tucked into the pocket of the man himself, who is still in the ironed dress shirt he went to work in.

his smile radiates as the two of you walk into the hall, but you can sense the air tension rise, “mina and . . . a friend?”

“ha ha, very funny, kun. you won’t believe who this is,” your roommate grins as you two sit down. kun pauses for a bit before backing into his kitchen, grabbing a spare pan to add on top of the stove, thinking, “uh, a cousin? your long-lost brother? i thought ____ was coming over.”

“exactly,” she huffs before motioning over to you, “meet mark, or better known as ____ in mark’s body.”

kun gasps and points the pan at you accusingly, laughter lacing his voice, “oh my god, you fucking swapped?”

you grin and place a hand to drag the pot down, “i know, it’s crazy.”

“at least he’s cute,” the dimpled boy chuckles, sighing in disbelief. he definitely knew you well.

“agreed,” you smile a bit and your roommate shoots you a short-lived glare before looking at kun, “so we came here to destress from such a horrific event by eating your food.”

“that sounds like a plan . . . ,” he muses, a small smile growing on his face as he takes out cooking oil, “you guys can just chill, and i’ll have something cooked up in ten.”

as soon as you pull your phone out, a notification slides onto a screen. you bite your lip as the social messaging app displays the message of a new follower, and when you hold down for more details, you instantly recognize the handle.

mark. he must've searched you up, and if he's managed to follow you on here, he's probably found all your socials by now. as if on cue, you see three more notifs slide gracefully on your phone, beaming with a new friend request. you aren’t sure if you’re happy or annoyed, or a bit of both, but you hold down and open the app to find a new direct message awaiting your approval.

mark1ee (online): hi! sorry if this is creepy but i figured we’re friends now, so...

good lord. you bite your lips to keep from laughing at his shyness, finding it adorable, and avert your eyes from your phone. mina glares at you quizzically, raising a brow as if to ask what you’re amused at, but you simply shake your head emphatically and begin to type back.

you: how’d you know my last name? there’s probably more than one ____ out there. mark1ee is typing . . .

"here, some cheesy ass lasagna. i put, like, five different kinds of cheese in there, or just whatever was in my fridge.” kun slides two plates to you and your roommate and grabs the nearest chair to sit. he looks at you as you tentatively poke at the stuffing, “i didn’t poison it, you know.”

“shut up, i’m critiquing it!” you laugh as you place a food-filled fork in your mouth, smiling at the instant flavor, “whoa, i forgot how good you are at this.”

he lowers his brows as he smiles, “you mean you forgot my job is in the culinary arts?” 

you face downwards as kun strikes up a conversation with your roommate and glance at the notification on your phone. it doesn’t take a moment of hesitation for you to swipe and check mark’s message.

mark1ee (online): i checked the profile pictures. it would be a lot easier to make sure i’m contacting the right person if i had your number ;) you: how smooth. how do i know this is the mark i met earlier today? mark1ee (online): already asking for pics? damn. mark1ee sent a photo mark1ee (online): i forgot that it’s basically just a pic of you lmao :/ now pls send #

you snort and look up to find your roommate and kun staring at you intently. you wave your hand dismissively, "funny meme, sorry."

they give you a strange look before resuming the conversation, and you hide your phone under your leg before digging into the meal before you.

"so, what's going on?"

at the question, yuta sighs as mark walks in, his hand rubbing a towel through his wet hair, "winwin is coming back early. a week early."

"are you not excited?" mark quips. the older male tiredly grins, "i'm excited, believe me. but i'm worried that i won't pay enough attention to your switch."

mark frowns, the wrinkles ruining the feminine face, "i'll be fine. she just sent me her number!"

he takes a seat by yuta and faces the flatscreen in front, his glossy eyes reflecting the bright lights of the video game. yuta glances at his long lashes and soft brows for a moment before resuming the screen, "damn, good job. maybe you have enough game to survive without me."

"wha- fuck you! and you'll still be here!" mark laughs, picking up the other controller.

"i'm running away with winwin, by the way," yuta jokes. he lets mark join the round before pressing the buttons again, "now that you have her number, what are you going to do? ask her on a date?"

mark freezes. he hadn't even thought of what to do, and right now, yuta feels like a personal certified love guru. what a great fucking idea! before he could spend more time admiring yuta's genius, mark drops the controller and sends a new text to you, hoping for a stroke of luck.

he didn't really need luck though. he had literally found his soulmate that morning.

you: wanna go on a date? nctzn (online): how would i get clothes, doof? i'm wearing my roomie's bf's shit now :/ you: well, keep wearing them and i'll buy myself a dress? i don't care what you wear though, i'm not a great dresser.

mark is lying to his new form. he had always considered himself as someone with a good eye for outfits and color coordination. he sighs as the green dot by your profile that signifies your online presence fades away, and he figures he should probably find another way to pass the time while you’re offline. yuta waits expectantly, “well?”

“clothing’s an issue. and i don’t even know where i should take her,” mark grins, “it’s going to feel so weird, like going on a date with myself? trippy.”

“you’ll survive, it’s not like you’re ugly,” yuta sighs as he rolls his eyes with exasperation. mark doesn’t respond. he’s too preoccupied with the idea of you to even process yuta’s words. he’s never felt so giddy about a girl before — even his middle school crushes never got him feeling this jittery. conversation with you flowed so smoothly, and even mark knew how strange it was to feel this way after one conversation. 

he’s glad you reciprocate his feelings. everything’s he heard about soulmates seems to be true: you fit him well. mark knows he should be a little more hesitant, but this is finally a dream come true. you’re a dream come true. 

you: let’s go on a date tmrw then? nctzn (online): ok why not

mark glances up at the bright orange sky. the sun has only just started to set and the evening barely grazes the warm colors. are you just as happy as he is now? is your head filled with thoughts of him, the same way he can’t stop thinking about you?

mark’s pauses, not sure if he should dare to think his next question, but the idea floats in his head anyway and he turns pink with embarrassment.

yuta turns away, silent.

prev | masterlist | next

#neowritingsnet #cznnet #neocaratnet #ncitynetwork #mark lee #lee minhyung #nct mark #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #mark x reader #sexswap au #genderswap au #destined #starjeno

[satorutini]

So Hot (You’re Hurting My Feelings)

pairing: jungkook x reader

wc: 2.1k

a/n: a whole year later, thanks to quarantine, i have returned. a drabble i made purely projecting my own feelings bc being isolated has made being far from loved ones very difficult to bear lol. so here is some fluff to help get you thru this fuckery. heavily inspired by this bop.

In the blaring fluorescent bathroom light, the strain on your eyes as you look at your phone takes twice as much effort as it should just after escaping the dimly lit dance floor.

Raising the screen an unnecessarily close distance to your face, you frantically attempt to unlock your phone, making an almost inhuman sounding hiss of annoyance when the facial recognition feature doesn’t work the first time. A quick glance at the mirror in your peripheral dawns a grim understanding; with the way you look, you wouldn’t recognize yourself either.

Three attempts later (your thumb kept pressing 6 instead of 9) grants you access to your messages and your heart drops. You swear - you swear - you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, and there definitely was a text notification-

The panic resides almost as quickly as it came at the sight of the thin blue loading bar crossing the top of your screen.

Koo appears bolded at the top of your inbox, and your heart soars. So, he didn’t entirely erase his memory of you and shackle up with some rich influencer snob in SoHo.

Koo [11:37]: ok, be safe:)

You deflate. It had been 30 minutes since he had read the text letting him know you were going out for the night, and a good two hours since you had sent it. You had been hoping for him to crack a joke or ask for a fit pic, or even whine a little that you were going without him. But he had only displayed the bare minimum of concern. Not even a fully written okay. Not even a real emoticon.

Slumping against one of the stall doors, you sigh. It’s not that you wanted him to worry about you while he was miles away in Manhattan. It was quite the opposite actually; before he had left, you had practically been his biggest cheerleader in advocating for your boyfriend to go after this internship and live his collegiate experience to its fullest potential.

So why did you feel so vulnerable without him here?

It was fine, the first two weeks. You texted back and forth almost every hour, staying up late to call each other on the phone. A plethora of video calls, photos and memes shared over the span of the first 14 days as you silently vowed to not let the stress of a long-distance relationship weigh you down. But then came the third week. Then came the second-guessing. Over-analyzing missed phone calls or shorter-than-usual exchanges over text usually led to you jumping to the completely irrational idea that he had forgotten about you, or cared less now that you weren’t constantly in the same proximity. It was a stupid concept, you already knew. But this will be the longest that you’ve been apart from each other in the little over a year that you’ve been dating, and you can’t help the inkling of anxiety that comes with this experience.

Slipping your phone back into your pocket, you turn to fully face yourself in the grimy bathroom mirror. Is it bad that you’d been hoping for more from him? Maybe a picture or another question? A response longer than three words? The flow of conversation had gradually lost its familiar ease, replaced with this subconscious feeling of uncertainty that left conversations feeling stale. In reality, he’s probably working late or getting ready to go to sleep. You vaguely remember him mentioning a project he had been assigned to work on, and it seems as though his workload as grown progressively tasking as the semester comes to a close. The last time you had seen him over a video call, he had dark circles under his eyes despite how animatedly he spoke about the work he was doing. You also remember begging him to get a good a goodnight’s sleep when he found the chance.

Yeah. That’s probably what it is.

Should you text him back?

Your fingers slip behind the edge of the phone, fully ready to whip it out again when a couple comes stumbling into the restroom, the door swinging back to hit the tile wall with a bang! The girl, at least, has the decency to look sheepish and makes to apologize until her partner sidetracks her with kisses down her neck. You don’t bother with anything more than an embarrassed grimace through pressed lips before glancing the other way, though mostly more for yourself more than them. Squeezing passed the enamored pair through the door, you make your way back into the thick of the club, albeit a little more reluctant than you were when you had first arrived.

Your friends are might be off the dance floor by now. Returned to the bar, maybe. In all honesty, you had expected your presence in the “girl’s night” outing to be a bit of a vibe killer anyways, with how forlorn you had become in the past week. You had spent the whole car ride to the club switching anxiously between Instagram and snapchat trying to see if Jungkook had liked your last post – you, dressed up to go out for the first time in a while, definitely not fishing for a compliment from him – barely contributing to any conversation. If your friends were aware of your growing preoccupation, they hadn’t said anything yet.  It wasn’t that you couldn’t live without him, in fact, you’re a little more than perturbed by your own attitude tonight. It was that there was this lingering feeling that something was always missing. Like the fact that Jungkook wasn’t readily accessible or just within a short drive’s reach tugged at your heartstrings. Comfort. A grown familiarity. Something to fall back.

The moment someone jams their heel into your ankle you realize you’ve been standing catatonically near the middle of the dance floor, shaken from your reverie of self-pity as you nearly lose your balance. Disoriented, your vision blurs for a moment in an effort to right yourself. Glancing around, you can’t catch a glimpse of your friends. Your heartbeat thumps just about as loud as the music’s bass. Your right foot throbs in your heels. Feeling your face growing hot, you press a hand to your cheek, only for it to come away wet. I think it’s time to call it a night.

Overwhelmed, you make for the exit, and are fortunate enough to bump into one of the girls who came with you on tonight’s excursion. With a hand securely on your wrist, she leads the way back to your group, shimmying your way through the crowd. 

It’s well around 1 a.m. by the time your friends drop you off at your apartment. Albeit simple tasks, the process of taking off your heels, hanging up your coat and undressing takes what feels like an eternity. In the span of time it took for your friends to finally regroup, leave the club and take you home, you have not once looked at your phone. Cold from inactivity, it feels like metal brick in your hands, and wears on your mind with the weight of a real one as your trudge into your bedroom. In all that time he hasn’t texted once. Granted, it is pretty and it is your turn to reply. But what is there to say besides ‘okay’? You gently toss it on your bed on your slow march into the bathroom, half hoping to hear the gentle buzz of a text notification.

The idea of fully cleaning yourself up sounds like more effort than you’re willing to exert right now, so you settle for a makeup wipe, knowing well enough that your skin will hate make you sure you pay for your laziness in the morning. That’s a problem for tomorrow you to handle, you decide. Changing into an old shirt of Jungkook’s feeling slightly more refreshed, you allow the promise of sleep to lead you back to your bed. Although you’d hate to admit it, the mental gymnastics you go through with your insecurities over what seems Jungkook’s gradual withdrawal from you mentally exhausting. You avoid unlocking your phone until you’re completely submerged in your sheets. Squinting into the light of the screen, your heart sinks at what you see. The only recent text is a goodnight from the friend who dropped you off, announcing to your group chat that she’s made it home safely.

Not wanting to fall asleep feeling disappointed, you spend the better part of an hour swiping between Instagram, twitter, tiktok, and then Instagram again in search of a smidgen of serotonin despite the late hour. Most clips get nothing more than an exhale through the nose, the disappointment from tonight still lingering at the edges of your mind. You glance at the time, calculating the time difference between here and Manhattan. There was a three-hour gap; he should be well asleep by now.

Against your better judgement, you open your messages and hit the call button anyways, thinking that at least if he doesn’t pick up you can dismiss it with practical reasoning. However, much to your surprise he picks up after the second ring. Laying on his side, nearly mirroring your position, Jungkook’s form greets you cocooned under a myriad of blankets. His hair sticks up every which way in the front as though he’s run his hands through it too many times. The low light his screen emits casts shadows under his eyes and gives his skin a pale complexion. Immediately you regret your impulsive decision.

You both open your mouths to speak.

“Sorry!”

The word is blurted from your lips before he can even begin to form a sentence. Your boyfriend blinks at you. “Hm?” is his only response, voice groggy with sleep.

“I’m so sorry, were you asleep? Did I wake you? Shit,” the despondency you were feeling before only grows tenfold now that you’ve actually interrupted his rest. A string of apologies follows as you fumble with your phone to hit ‘end call’. It’s only Jungkook’s sharp call of your name that halts your hysteria. “Wait! I was waiting for your call.”

You pull the phone a little way away from your face. “You were?”

Jungkook is silent for a moment, processing your incredulity. “I was.”

“Oh.”

“I fell asleep but I was waiting for you to text me when you got back home. Like you usually do.”

“Oh.” It was common for you and Jungkook to share whenever the other went out and or was coming home late. In your own distress, you had forgotten to let him know when you arrived home. The thought provokes the image of Jungkook, curled up in his cramped rental in New York, drifting off with his phone in his hand as he waits to feel his phone vibrate. It nearly breaks your heart. “I-I must’ve forgot. I’m sorry, I figured you’d probably be busy or asleep by the time I’d come home. We haven’t exactly talked much today.”

“But you called anyways?”

“Wishful thinking?” you shrug with your one free shoulder. “Didn’t think you would pick up.”

“Hmm.”

You and Jungkook share a guilty look. What’s this odd feeling that’s creeped into your heart? Insecurity knots a tight feeling in your chest.

“I missed you today.”

And just like that, it’s gone.  The million questions dissipate like a fog clearing from your mind as you inwardly scold yourself for your own irrational thinking

“Yeah?”

You often wondered if he thought about you as much as you thought of him. Outwardly, he was seen as the bigger sap between the two of you, but often you found your own thinking to become the floweriest of prose when it came to him. You found memories of him in even the smallest things, like the taste of spicy foods, in the smell of lavender or in the sound of someone opening a bottle of sprite. You found him at the edges of comic book pages and in the first notes of an acoustic song. You wonder if he could find bits of you about the city. If he ever thought of you, waiting on him hours away, outside of the times when it was deemed obligatory.

“Do you not miss me every day?” You wiggle your eyebrows to insinuate a playful dig, but the both of you are well aware of the tinge of honest curiosity underneath.

Jungkook offers a tired smile, but in that moment, the genuine adoration in his eyes is all the affirmation you need. “Every day, all the time.”

#bts fic #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #fluff #drabble #bts au #jungkook x reader fluff #bts fanfic #so hot

[315-no-stage]

[20190827] TFG 「My dear Summer」Release Event Photo Session fan report

(Yeah, I know it’s been over two weeks since the event. LOL I’m not much of a timely blogger but if you want the blow-by-blow as it happens, my Twitter is the best bet. I tend to word vomit especially when I’m going through an anxiety episode... as you would see later on. I’m mostly doing this for memory keeping, for myself lmao. And for information too, if you’re interested, especially if you’re a fan living outside of Japan. Please keep in mind that my listening skills are stronger than my speaking skills. However, when put on the spot, under pressure, that goes all away ahaha. I can’t read Japanese apart from name kanji.)

I guess I should begin when I first heard about this event. It was around May 2019 when the TFG twitter announced that they are holding a two-shot cheki chance event to celebrate the release of their first single My dear Summer. At that time, I simply wanted to get my hands on the CD lol. We had dreams of going to Anisamano plans of going to Japan any time soon (since I only just came back from my Tokyo no Jin trip earlier that month). 

I had my brother help me out with buying the CDs (Google Translate can only do so much) when he actually encouraged me to try for the cheki. He said it’s a lottery system, as usual, and it won’t hurt to try since I’m buying stuff anyway. So I did. I bought both the First Press Limited Edition sets A and B using my boy Haruto Sakuraba’s link and didn’t really think much of it. They said they were going to announce winners on July 24. The event was the following month, August 27.

The ball started rolling after that. July was the 2.5D Actor Appreciation Month. #25DAAM on twitter.I featured Haruto and Mayu Yoshioka on mine. Then we somehow secured tickets to Anisama 2019. A small part of me was hoping... what if I hit for that cheki chance with Haruto. Anisama was happening the weekend of the cheki event after all. My brother was willing to either go to Japan early or stay late. Our schedule all depended on the cheki event results.

The day before results were to be released, I was a mess. It’s been a long time since I got a panic episode but something was in the water that day. Add to that, the results. The time difference threw me off and I was obsessively checking my email. My brother told me to give it a full 24 hours to account for the time difference. So what did I do? I distracted myself with Kenji Arita lmao. My brother and I had been fairly lucky with chuusen whether it be for tickets or fan events. The last time I attempted a lottery was for the Nelke Planning panel with Shiratorizawa at JF19. I didn’t hit for that because they only recognized actual JP addresses and my proxy wasn’t allowed. (But it was all good because the standby crowd got so large they allowed us to watch behind the ticket winners anyway haha.) I was praying that that won’t be the case here too.

When I woke up the next morning for work, I checked my email... and it was there.  I had my brother actually open the email and translate for me. We were looking for a "できません" but instead, it was a long email full of instructions and congratulations. I actually got picked! I read and re-read the email many times just to convince myself that I actually won. The email said that exact time and place of the event was to be announced only to winners in a separate email nearer the date. Cool cool. I felt so special LMAO.

I actually got the specifics about a week after the first email. The directions were weirdly specific... and helpful for someone like me who doesn’t know what to do with North-South-East-West directions; I work better with “Turn right when you see a Mini Stop across the street from a pachinko parlor” types AHAHAHA. Time frame was 5pm to 8-ish, then they specified that Haruto would have less than an hour to get through all the chekis with fans. They also said something about which forms of identification were required, which gifts/letters are accepted, even how the poses were chosen. 

But even with all that... I had no idea what to do. I tried lowkey Googling and stalking butai/idol social media for fan reports and... I couldn’t find anything that answers my questions (and quelled my anxiety over the matter haha). So I hope if you find yourself in the same situation later, AND IF YOU’RE AN OVERSEAS FAN, I hope this long ass post is going to be helpful to you. I’ve been to one other cheki event - with Hiroki Ino in Cosplay Mania 2018 in Manila - but that’s more straightforward than this one. 

(My slogan should be “Will travel for cheki” ahahaha.)

Now that you’ve read through all that, let’s fast forward to August 27. After a hearty lunch at DiveryCity Tokyo, I made my way to the venue using the EXACT directions they provided in the email. I got there at exactly 5PM. I get by okay by myself in Tokyo but my brother usually acts as translator for me, like a crutch. But like on my May trip, I was by my lonesome on this adventure. 

I see a couple of girls in skirts (I was in a skirt too and it was a good call because it was pretty much dress code lol) waiting by the lobby. The sign said B2F so I go down and see more dressed up girls, some even in a yukata. They started lining up so I do the same. I was trying to make myself look small because I was playing everything by ear. They started calling out everyone who hit for Kento so the line thinned a little bit. I got to the registration desk and the staffer who looked so much like Maki Kawase took my paper confirmation and ID. After looking through her sheet, Nobu’s, she politely corrected me that “Sakuraba-san isn’t until...” she said a time but in my flustered and frankly, embarrassed state, it took me a while to figure it out. She even referred to another staffer behind her for the correct time. I apologized and made my way out but then she pointed to a nearby bench, gesturing for me to stay there instead of going back up.

That was when I started panic tweeting HAHAHAHA. If you don’t want to read further, then please just click on this Twitter Thread instead. Thanks! But if you want Stephen King-level of detail, keep reading. XD

Watching those little kids do scales and random dances calmed me down. Miss Staff-san (let’s just call her that) kept tabs on me, glancing at me from time to time and whenever we’d meet eyes, she’d smile. That kept me grounded. Also, talking to my mutuals who were humoring me was a huge help. I managed to laugh and distract myself. When I started seeing a new batch of girls lining up with Haruto pin badges and an excess of purple on their person, I followed. When Miss Staff-san saw me up next, she gave me a huge smile and a thumbs up. I went up to register and.. my name was easiest to find since it was the only one in the Roman alphabet. I was number 50 in a list that I think went up to 75. 

We were herded into an honest to goodness dance practice studio. You know, with all the mirrors and low ceilings. Picture samples of the poses were on the wall, as done by Reo and Haruto. Pose A was your generic “double peace” sign. Pose B was doing an “Asian squat” and the photo was taken from above. Pose C would have you back-to-back with the member. Then there’s the special pose. Haruto teased that he was inspired by Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. Hello, Pose C. Haruto Sakuraba is 6′2″ and I am a hobbit. Nope. Plus I’m very basic when it comes to poses. Ask Ino hahaha.

As the room filled, it drove home that I was the only foreigner there. Normally, it wouldn’t have mattered to me but at that moment, I was under a lot of pressure, my earlier faux pas still had me embarrassed, plus my severe lack of Japanese speaking skill was getting to me. I know, it’s all in my head; obviously I overcame it but if you have anxiety, you know how stressful that can be. I tried keeping myself small, trying to blend in. All the while, I kept seeing Miss Staff-san in my periphery and that calmed me down somewhat.

Then they lined us up according to the number on the ticket. I know what 50 is in Japanese so I just kept my ears open for that. I dropped off my fan letters before I could forget (Nobu got one too, handwritten in English but with a typed up translation sheet) then we were led to another, larger dance studio area. At the opposite end of the room were room dividers. They had My dear Summer on loop but I was so in my head that I didn’t even suffer from earworm. I just kept updating Twitter. More for personal sanity than anything ahahhaa.

Haruto took his time with fans. I noticed Reo’s line went by much faster. By the time he was almost done (his started a bit later than ours), I think Haruto’s only on his 20th fan. I calmed down enough to get my bearings back and I was glad to know that I wasn’t the only one losing her mind. The other girls were talking amongst themselves about the back-to-back pose and what they want to say to him. He seemed so friendly, if the laughter and chatting we were hearing from behind the dividers were any indication, and all of us wanted to make a good impression. Giiirl, I wasn’t even sure if the boy spoke a lick of English! XD

Then. It was my turn.

The staffer asked me which pose I want to do and being the boring person that I am, I chose A pose. Another staffer took my purse but all I saw was Haruto up close in his TFG get up.

Haruto: ありがとうございます Me: OMG Hi! 海外 fan  です!  *Haruto’s eyebrows disappear into his fringe. Staff takes pic* Haruto: Ah double peace. Er so... Me: I'm from California. Los Angeles. Haruto: Ah, California. So you don't speak Japanese? Me: A little bit. Your English is good.  Haruto: Aaah, not so much. I try. So when did you get to Japan? Me: Sunday? I'm here for Anisama and to see you! Haruto: Ah thank you so much. Staff: Next! ありがとうございました  *Haruto hands me the cheki. we bow at each other* Haruto: ありがとうございました. Bye-bye! Me: ありがとうございました.

I mean, the whole thing couldn’t have been more than 30 seconds but it felt so much longer. His final  ありがとうございました has a bit of emphasis as if trying to teach me. Oh you! I knew at least that much. 

Then was I was leaving the booth, I heard the staffers go, "Whoa... I didn't know you can do that!" And he was all "Ay-yah... hehe." GUYS. GUYSSSS!!!! I couldn’t stop smiling... from the moment I just had to the moment he just had to... ALL OF IT! And as I left the venue, Miss Staff-san was right there waiting for me at the door. When she was my delicately holding the cheki in my hand, she patted me on the shoulder and said  “ よくやった!” I never thanked anyone that profusely in my life. (Honestly, her kindness made me tear up.)

I have no flippin’ idea how I kept it together in there. It was a total Yuri On Ice moment where Yuuri just let everything go at that moment and let it all out on the ice when it mattered. I said pretty much everything I wanted to say which wasn’t much. All I wanted to do is to let him know that he has overseas fans. And to test how good his English skills are. 

And let me tell you, it was more than okay. There was absolutely no hesitation in his words. He kept eye contact and oh lawd, his SMILE up close? I don’t know how I’m still here telling you all this. Now every time I hear his voice, I hear it in English ahahaha. (I know he spoke Chinese at a radio show but I wasn’t able to catch that and they haven’t put up the archive at all. Pfft.)

What made me so happy was he ended up impressing not only me but the staff too!!! He even took control of the conversation. The staffers were like "What's going on?" smiling at him as we talked. I'm sofkng proud.

(I should mention that this is technically my 8th time seeing Haruto in person. I saw Tokyo no Jin seven times in May. I figured that would help me a bit with the stress but nope. Although, I cannot wait for everyone to see the TnJ BD and experience his take on Bokuto. You’ll understand this admiration all the more lmao.)

So there it is. If you’re still with me, thank you. I hope I didn’t come across as annoying. I was - am - just so excited that I was able to do this and I wanted to share my experience. Haruto is such a precious sweetheart. I wish him the best of everything.

#sakuraba haruto #haruto sakuraba #TFG #桜庭大翔 #this is my 200th post!

[itsreigns]

Perfection

Finn Bálor x reader

Fluff/Smut

(y/n) and Finn see each other at a BBQ that the whole roster attends. Everyone sits around a fire sharing funny stories. (y/n) and Finn quickly become interested in each other, as the others notice.

(Reposting some of my works. If you want to get tagged or untagged, let me know.) Tags:

@xfirespritex | @hardcorewwetrash | @shadow-of-wonder | @oreillyskyle | @wwesmutdonedirtcheap | @wwe-smutfics | @heelsamizayn | @heygargano | @helluvawriter | @tryingtofindaplaceinthisworld | @dorkyvillain | @caramara3 |

It’s Saturday, a chilly yet sunny one. Today, a giant BBQ is taking place, organized by WWE to promote socialization and friendship, and pretty much the whole roster will be attending it, whether it’s NXT, Raw or Smackdown, wrestlers or announcers.

You just arrived at the location, and damn, the place is crowded already. You spot some familiar faces among the crowd, and a cozy fire to warm up the evening sitting in the middle of it, some wrestlers already chilling around it.

You spot your friend Bayley there, so you head her way, waving at her in distance. She finally sees you and waves back, smiling.

“Hey girl!” She greets, smiling widely, as she pulls you down to sit next between her and Finn. You never really talked to him, just the basic greetings, but he seemed nice.

“Hey girlie!” You greet her back, sitting down. “Hi Finn.” You say, sounding shier than you intended.

“Hi (y/n).” He replies, smiling widely, his sparkling blue eyes locking on your brown ones. You stood like that a couple of seconds, until Bayley knocked you out of it.

“What took you so long?” She started, poking your chest playfully.

You spent almost half an hour talking to Bayley, up until she decided to go to the bathroom and left you alone, well not alone, lonely. And that was when Finn decided to speak to you.

“So, what are you up to?” He asks, clearly intending to start a conversation with you.

“Eh, not much, just the usual: traveling, training, crossfitting, interviewing, announcing… You?” You shrug it off, grinning, then turning to face him.

“Well, same, except that interviewing part. Replace that with wrestling and we’re good.” He chuckles, taking a sip of his drink. “But what I meant was besides our jobs. What do you do?”

“Oh. Sorry.” You mumble, feeling slightly stupid for not getting what he meant. Way to play a fool of yourself. “I… I like to listen to music and going to concerts, for one. And have lazy days and movie nights at the coziness of my home.”

“That makes two of us.” He acknowledges, once again smiling.

You and Finn sat there talking, getting to know each other, during the whole evening. Sharing experiences, funny stories, scary stories… You got along so well, it was unbelievable. Neither of you actually noticed how fast the time flew by.

Sasha and Bayley even sent you a questioning look, followed by a smirk. Those two were already planning some sort of movie on their minds for sure. Even Sami shot a knowing look at Finn. Even a blind person could see how into each other the two of you were. It was that palpable.

From that day on, you and Finn grew closer and closer. You texted each other every day, even FaceTimed. And damn, the sexual tension, the flirting, the sexual innuendos were just being too much to handle on the past few weeks.

Today, Finn invited you for one of those movie nights you both enjoyed so much. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no, because only God knows how much you want to be with him and spend time with him.

You dressed casually and comfortably: a pair of black leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. You offered to bring some popcorn or a pizza, but Finn refused, saying he had everything under control. You laughed, but deep down, seeing how dedicated and adorable he was, made your heart flutter.

You had barely knocked on the door when Finn opened it. He didn’t want to seem desperate or over anxious for your arrival. And you didn’t think so, you actually found it very cute, even more because you were literally the same.

“Hi!” He greets excitedly, stepping aside to let you in.

“Hey, I hope I’m not late.” You say softly, getting inside his apartment. He had tons of Lego sets, even a couple of boxes with some still unopen, a couple of pics hanging on the wall. You were still taking in the details of his apartment, when he snapped you out of it.

“Of course you’re not late.” He rubs the back of his head, smiling nervously. “Uh, you go sit down on the couch, I’ll grab the popcorn and a soda… or water? Yeah, you probably want water.” You start chuckling at his rambles, and he stops to gather his thoughts for a few seconds. “Or I’ll just bring both. And I’ll be right back.” And with that he disappears into the kitchen.

You took the opportunity to make yourself comfortable, sitting down on the couch and taking off your shoes, then pulling your legs on top of the couch. After a while, Finn finally appears carrying a cup of popcorn and two bottles of water and two cans of soda, and a black blanket tossed over his shoulder.

He smiles and then settles the drinks and popcorn down on the small table in front of the couch. Then, he sits down next to you, mirroring your previous actions, but crossing his legs instead, and after, places the blanket over the both of you.

“So, you can choose the movie.” He offers softly, as he gets settled.

“Okay, sure.” You smile, taking the remote from his hands.

As you were scrolling down the movie’s list on his TV, he was scrolling down his Instagram feed after posting a pic, and when he was done, he resettled himself, somehow ending up touching your foot’s palm and you yelped, letting out a chuckle. You were very ticklish.

“Good to know that you’re so ticklish.” He chuckles, but couldn’t dismiss the teasing hint in his tone.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?” You smirk, stopping your actions and turning to him, giving him your full attention. The sexual tension is thick and tense in the air right now.

“I don’t know, it might be a valuable information in a close future.” He grins widely, turning his whole body to you.

“Oh is that so?” You purr, kneeling down on the couch and leaning towards him. “How close are we talking about?”

“Very… Very close. Apparently.” He mutters, swallowing hard at your advances, somehow surprised. Enjoying his awkwardness, you move back to your first position. “Or maybe not.” He mumbles, indecipherably.

You grab the remote again, continuing your task, and obviously, pretending to be unbothered by what just happened. He stayed quiet and lost in thought for a while. Until he finally snapped out of it.

“Oh fuck it.” He mumbles right before he leans in, hooking a finger under your chin, and presses his lips to yours rather softly.

You easily respond to his kiss, melting down to his touch instantly. He pulls your body down on the couch, gently hovering over you as he kept kissing you.

“What about the movie?” You mumble against his lips, not exactly sure why you even brought it up. He stops the kiss, looking at you confused. “Forget it.” You snap quickly, hooking a hand on the back of his neck, pulling him down for another kiss.

“We can watch the movie if you want.” He mutters, breaking the kiss and trying to control his breathing. You could feel his hard-on pressing against you, and the movie was the last thing on your mind right now.

“Fuck the movie, Finn.” You chuckle, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. “No, I’m sorry.” You apologize, confusion filling his features. “Fuck me.”

That request switched something on him. Even though you were clearly on the same page and meaning the same with those innuendos, saying the exact words meant something to him. He starts removing your sweatshirt, biting his lower lip in anticipation.

He growls lowly when he notices you’re not wearing a bra. He tosses your sweatshirt near his own, his hands instantly caressing your boobs and pinching your nipples. Now you were the one biting your lips in anticipation. You couldn’t wait to feel him fully.

“Oh, c’mon, Finn…” You whine in desperation. You’re feeling his erection against you, you’re so wet that it’s getting uncomfortable and man, no foreplay is needed honestly, there was so much buildup.

“What, love?” He whispers as he peppers kisses down your collarbone and chest.

“You know what.” You reply, failing to dismiss your eagerness. He stopped his actions to face you, urging you to explain. “I need you, Finn. All of you. Right now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. In under a minute, he stripped you off your leggings and panties, and he got rid of his own sweatpants and underwear. He starts kissing down your body and you knew damn well what he was about to do. And even though, you’d love to have him do it, you needed him.

“Finn, don’t. I need you inside.” You plead, running your fingers through his hair, as you feel his hot breath grazing the inside of your thighs.

“But love… I want to make this last…” He confesses, pouting softly.

“We have the whole night.” You wink, smiling down at him. He loved that idea, the grin he had plastered on his face gave him way. He lightly bit the inside of your thigh, before trailing kisses up your body, until he finally reaches your lips and kisses you deeply.

He strokes himself a couple of times, before pushing inside of you. The sight in front of you had you drooling, and your heart fluttering. You had no doubt you could easily fall madly in love with this man. And damn, you’re sure you’re already halfway through.

He starts thrusting into you, slowly at first so you could adjust yourself to him. He picked up a steady rhythm. One that allowed you to keep kissing and caressing each other’s bodies, savoring the moment.

You groped his ass a couple of times, also running your hands up and down his thick back. He gradually starts picking up a faster rhythm, as you both approached your peaks.

Neither of you spoke. The only thing hearable in the room was your moans, his growls and the sound of your skin slapping against each other. It was all so intimate, and sexy. You feel like you’ve known him… his body, for ages.

He kept thrusting into you, as he nips on your skin, leaving marks everywhere. You’re sure you’re leaving marks on him as well, so you’re even.

A couple more minutes later, you both came, shuddering and cursing, riding your orgasms out. That was the more intense sex you’ve ever had, that much you’re sure.

When you both calmed down, he got off you, and picked up the blanket from the floor. He laid behind you, and pulled the blanket above the both of you. Then, he pulled you to him by wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“Movie now?” You chuckle, leaning up and placing a kiss on his jaw.

“Post-sex cuddles and a movie? Sounds like perfection to me.”

#wwe imagine #wwe oneshot #wwe one shot #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe fic #wwe reader insert #wwe x reader #finn bálor imagine #finn bálor oneshot #finn bálor one shot #finn bálor fanfiction #finn bálor fanfic #finn bálor fic #finn bálor x reader

[penelopelovesalvez]

A Lucky Night-Chapter 5

Here is my multi-chapter pic featuring characters I do not own from Criminal Minds, Alvez x Garcia, in a story of my own creation. It picks up at the end of 13.5.

Warning: Some chapters contain smut. While many do not, the ones that do are definitely 18+, NSFW.

Please feel free to re-blog and review! Please ask for permission before posting on any other platform.

“Penelope?” she heard Luke call quietly through the door. Crossing quickly to the door, she pulled it open to find him and Roxy waiting. She looked up at him, wishing she still wore the heels that put her on his level and made her feel more capable of maintaining a calm demeanor. Gazing up at him through her eye lashes made her feel small, and giddy, and intimidated in an entirely good, but inappropriate, way. He looked so tall and masculine when he stood over her.

Luke smiled down at her, realizing for the first time just how much taller he was. Without her heels he had 6 or more inches on her. She just barely reached his shoulder. He looked closely at her eyes, reading her body language. She seemed confused to find him back at her door, but not annoyed. If he had to guess, she even seemed happy to see him. “All right, here goes nothing,” he thought, ready to put his plan into action.

“Hey! Um… what’s up?” she asked him, stepping back to allow him and Roxy back into the apartment. Luke unclipped Roxy’s leash and she bounded over to couch and curled up. Luke straightened up, smiling and running his hands through the hair at the back of his neck.

“Hey, uh.. sorry. I realized after I walked her that I had forgotten our stuff. I think I left the bags next to the couch. I’m sorry to intrude on your moments of peace now that everyone left, “ he stated, smiling disarmingly as his gaze landed on the glass of wine in her hand and then flitted to her now-bare feet.

Penelope gulped a sip of wine, buying herself a moment to steady her racing heartbeat. She sternly chided herself that he had returned for his stuff, not to ravish her, and she’d better not let her imagination run wild. She was certain he’d grab his bags and be on his way. She smiled nervously, replying, “Oh, sure. Of course, you’ll need Roxy’s stuff and your go-bag. Don’t worry about it, I was just gonna finish up the wine- why waste it ya know?” Penelope said, sounding much more at ease to be alone with him than she actually felt. Maybe all the wine was having a calming effect, as her palms no longer felt sweaty and her pulse had stopped pounding in her ears. 

Luke flashed that her a charming smile, enjoying the slightly nervous edge to her voice and the slight blush that spread across her cheeks as she defended her wine consumption. “Well, don’t let me keep you from it. Sit down, enjoy your drink. I’m gonna grab one more beer if you don’t mind.” he said, walking over to the fridge before she could even respond. She didn’t know it, but she was falling into line with his plan perfectly.

Penelope watched the muscles in his back ripple as he bent down and reached to grab another cold beer from the back of the fridge. She continued watching him over the rim of her glass as he popped the cap, took a swig and kicked his shoes off near the front door. He returned, settling into the corner of the couch opposite the sleeping dog.

“Penelope,” he said, his voice low and coaxing. “Come sit by me. Let me rub your feet for a few moments, they must be aching after standing in those sexy, sky-high shoes for a few extra hours,” he said, making sure to speak slowly and keep his voice low and persuasive. He didn’t want to arouse her suspicions. Wooing Penelope required a covert offensive, light entry. This was definitely not the time to go in guns blazing.

Penelope couldn’t believe her ears. Sexy?? Luke thought her shoes were sexy? She blinked in delighted disbelief. Maybe it was the wine, or the low, mellow tones of his voice entrancing her but she didn’t even think- she simply obeyed his mild command. She joined him on the couch, swallowing a large mouthful of the sweet white wine as she did so. “For courage,” she thought.

Luke turned his body towards her, pulling her feet into his lap. She twisted her hips, now facing him. He worked his thumbs across her left foot, then her right. His strong hands worked the aching arches of her feet, the rough calluses on his hands from days spent firing guns and climbing fences in pursuit of unsubs sending small shivers of pleasure up her spine. “Ooooohhhhh,” Penelope moaned. “That feels lovely, Luke.” He continued the massage, moving his hands to first one ankle, then the other. Placing a hand behind each of her ankles, he pressed his fingers into the back of each calf muscle, slowly moving his hands up each calf towards her knees, his hands firmly kneading her soft, smooth skin. Just as his hands reached her knees, his fingers brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs just below her dress.

Luke felt his stomach clench at the sexy sound of her moaning. Keeping his voice low and calm, he pushed through the nerves and continued. “Penelope,” he purred, his low voice gravelly with desire. “I love the way my name sounds on your lips. You keep insisting on calling me Newbie, or Alvez, but I love hearing you say, Luke. Especially when your voice sounds so content and satisfied…. And yes, Chica, you do indeed feel lovely,” Luke said, his eyes darkening as he stared at her.

Penelope’s stomach flipped, her breath caught in her throat, and suddenly her pulse was racing. “Wait, what?” she stammered. He was massaging my legs, telling her she feels lovely and staring her down like she was the last slice of chocolate cake and he had an incurable sweet tooth. She thought to herself that wasn’t like whenshe and Derek flirted. “Is he… does he…want me?” she thought, her mind racing. He certainly looked like he desired her. Although, after a case like they’d just had- having to arrest Feylinn Ferrell INSIDE a church and then go toe to toe with the hospital board in order to prove he’d committed the murders- maybe he was looking for a distraction. Weeks like this, cases like this, take a lot out of a person and sex can be a welcome release and means of reminding oneself of the preciousness of life. If anyone knew that it was Penelope. How many times did she see Derek come back from a hard case and after a beer and hashing over all the details with his Baby Girl, the next thing he did was seek out some stunning, anonymous woman to hit the sheets with and distract his mind and body from what he’d experienced? And Luke here, this gorgeous specimen of manhood, wanted to drown out the memories with HER! 

Penelope looked up briefly, then swung her gaze to her feet in his hands. She hated to turn him down. She pulled her feet gently from his grasp. “Ya know Luke, I would be a fool not to be interested in an encounter with a man as handsome and… as good with his hands…as you. But even I know that such a liaison would be ill-advised between team mates. We may both be mature, professional adults but it’s probably best not to tempt fate when it could affect our careers. I’m sure you can agree it would be better for you to find someone else to … dally with,” Garcia managed to say, avoiding his gaze.

Before she knew what was happening, Luke had pulled her onto his lap, snaking one arm around her waist and bringing his left hand up to cup her chin. Turning her face towards him, and looking down into her brown eyes, he spoke in a low, tender tone just above a whisper, “Chica, I’m not interested in a dalliance and I’m not interested in just some woman, any woman. I’m interested in you… and I’m interested in a lot more than just tonight.” Staring intently at her face, waiting for some sign, he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He kissed her slowly, gently. Pressing his lips to hers, twining his fingers in her hair. His tongue gently traced her lower lip and he tilted her chip towards him. “Let me show you, Penelope Grace Garcia, just how lovely I think you are,” he pleaded, his lips moving over hers like a whisper.

Penelope couldn’t even think. Some part of her brain registered his words. But she was consumed with the feeling of his soft, full lips moving over hers and the feel of his thumb grazing over her jaw as he cupped her face, the gentle tug of his fingers tangled in her hair. She heard his words, and some part of her brain understood that he was telling her he was interested in her but that couldn’t be… that didn’t make sense. But she understood he was asking her for more. She knew deep down that this was a terrible idea, and that the consequences of her broken heart would far outlast the delicious feeling of his hands on her skin. She should stop this, she should stop them before they make a mistake they’ll regret… before he regreted risking his career for a romp with someone like her… But as much as she knew she should say no, she couldn’t quite seem to tell her body to stop responding, to vacate his lap, to tear herself away from the supple press of his gorgeous lips and the feel of his fingers on her soft skin. Lost in the moment, she pressed her body into his and pressed her lips into his, opening her mouth to his tongue. 

Luke swept his tongue insistently into her mouth, tangling with Penelope’s as he drank her in. He moved his lips demandingly over hers, firmly, directing the kiss. With both hands he framed her face, tilting her head back to allow him full access to her mouth. He’d bring her right to the edge of being breathless before he’d pull back for a moment. She’d fill her lungs as he changed the angle of his head, before resuming the kiss. He set a steady, passionate pace- unable to hold back too much after waiting so long to finally taste her, but not wanting to scare her off by moving too fast.

Penelope settled into the breathless rhythm he was establishing, bringing a hand up to cup his jaw as well, enjoying the feel of his facial hair lightly abrading her fingers. Her other hand clutched at his chest, knotted into the soft fabric of his shirt. She felt the warmth radiating from his toned body. Her own skin felt like it was aflame. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. She was nearly dizzy, just from kissing the man.  

Reaching down, Penelope snaked her hand under the hem of his shirt, running her hand along the smooth skin of his abs. The man was literally sculpted. She felt a low groan in his throat as her fingers skipped along his skin. They continued to kiss, and his fingers tightened where they were entangled in her hair. He trailed one hand down, over the soft skin of her neck to push her sleeve off her shoulder. Pulling his lips from hers, he dipped his head to her neck. He pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses from her shoulder to the crook of her neck, grazing her skin lightly with his teeth, and finally wrapping his lips around her earlobe, drawing it into his mouth. He bit lightly, smiling lightly as she whimpered. “Oooohhh… Luke,” she sighed, turning her head towards him, seeking out his lips with her own again.

She brought both her hands beneath his shirt now, drawing it up to pull it over his head. Luke’s hands closed around her wrists. “Penelope, I want you. And I could show you how much right now, but we’re not going to take it that far tonight. What I want, what we both deserve, is worth waiting for. You don’t believe my words, so I’m going to show you. And Chica, I promise you we will have many nights together once you’ve accepted how good things can be between us. But for tonight, we are going to kiss and hold each other, and then I am going to wish you sweet dreams and good night until tomorrow. When I take you out on a proper date,” Luke stated, his tone determined.

Penelope stiffened, pulling her hands back and leaning back from him. How dare the man think he could just order her around, and that he could start something and then declare he wasn’t finishing it, she fumed. “Listen, Newbie,” she started to say. She had every intention of setting him straight.

Luke followed her as she retreated, leaning over her. His finger on her lips and his sharp response stopped her statement in its tracks. “Penelope Grace Garcia, don’t you dare call me Newbie. Not now, not when I have the sweet taste of your lips on my tongue, and your hands were just roaming all over my chest. I know you don’t want to accept what I am saying, but don’t withdraw from me,” Luke said.

Penelope relaxed just a little, as much as she could while still seated on the lap of this insanely out-of-her-league man who had just been kissing her and was now lecturing her. Was she in the twilight zone? Had she fallen asleep after too much wine and was now concocting all this in her dreams?

Luke continued, his voice softening “If you need to talk this out, we will talk this out and I will do my best to explain to you. I just don’t think you will accept it until I prove it to you. But give me the chance to do so. Have faith in me, in what we could have if we just choose it. I’m not like Agent Morgan, painting tantalizing fantasies that go unfulfilled and then fade to only memory as I move onto a relationship with some other woman.”

Penelope opened her mouth to issue a sharp retort. How dare he bring up her relationship with Derek, which he knew nothing about? But he kissed her soundly, stopping her in her tracks. He pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes, and continued, “I know he is your friend, and I’m not saying he toyed with you or caused you harm intentionally. It’s obvious he cares for you, and I’m damn grateful that he didn’t know what he had, Chica. If he did I wouldn’t have this chance. But I’m not him, and I’m not offering empty promises or hollow compliments. I enjoy our flirting and teasing, but I want a relationship with you. I am taking you on a proper date tomorrow, and there’s no sense arguing or trying to talk yourself out of it. I’m sure enough about this for both of us. Chica, I have well-learned a level of patience, persistence and focus that have served me well both in the Rangers and now in the Bureau, and I intend to fully leverage those skills as I fight for you. Because something tells me that what we have, what we could have, is the kind of thing you fight like hell for,” Luke’s eyes were flashing and he was breathing hard.

Before Penelope could get a word in edgewise, before she could even formulate a thought in response, his lips were on hers again. Within moments they were again entwined, exploring each other’s mouths. Moments passed, as they kissed and explored each other’s bodies with their hands. After nearly an hour of making out like a couple of high school kids, both caressing the other but neither moving them towards anything further, Penelope finally pulled back, breaking the kiss. Panting hard, she leaned her forehead against his. Luke reached up to plant a kiss on her forehead, then gently and easily picked her up off his lap, his strong hands firm on her waist, and placed her back on the couch.

“I should go. It’s now rather late, and I have a very important date tomorrow,” he said, smiling hopefully. He stared into her eyes, looking for some sign that she would agree. As the seconds stretched into nearly a minute, his brow furrowed and his jaw clenched.

Penelope took a breath, amazed by the amazing turn the night had taken. And although she was terrified at would could go wrong, she was nothing if not brave. In for a penny, in for a pound as they say. She smiled up at him. “Oh Luke, don’t mar that handsome face with a scowl. I am probably just as stubborn as you –although I didn’t learn that army-trained patience- but I am also very wise. I have no intention of turning down a date tomorrow,” she giggled. “In fact, if you’d like, I’d even be amenable to a breakfast date if you’d want to sleep over. Certainly we can refrain from more.. amorous activities.. for now. But I’d be worried about you driving home so late after such a long day, and surely a goddess should look out for the needs of her mortal worshipers. So, what do you say? … Luke,” Penelope asked, his name dripping off her lips like honey. “You wanna have a slumber party?”

#criminalminds #criminalmindsfanfic garvez #Garvez #luke x penelope

[thing-you-do-with-that-thing]

Wake Up Call

Characters: Y/N (reader), Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Smut, Oral (male receiving), implied smut, lots of pics with little text lol, one explicit gif under the cut.     

Wordcount: 1300ish

A/N: So this is just something I threw together really quickly since very slow me only just now realized it was Dean’s birthday and I wanted something to post at midnight EST for him.

Thanks to the amzingly wonderful @blacktithe7 for betaing this for me. 

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You had had the day all planned out for weeks. There was no rush. You had packed your bags last night after having chased a grumpy Dean out of the room.

He said he didn’t want you to do anything for his birthday. That it was just any other day. You knew he was lying. He loved when you did things for him. It made him feel loved and special, and you loved to make him feel that way. So no amount of sulking could get you to tell him about your plans, which was what his pouting really was about.

Dean was not good at not knowing. He loved planning little get aways for you, but if the shoe was on the other foot, he turned into a whiney 5 year old. That was until the secret was revealed to him anyway. Then he would always look like a 5 year old on Christmas morning.

Dean’s birthday was today, and today would be your first day of the little adventure you had planned. You had fixed up one of your dad’s, Bobby, old cabins when the boys had been gone on their last hunt. The cabin would be you and Dean’s home for the next five days.

You had given Sam strict orders to only call either of you if the Bunker caught fire or if Apocalypse part… you lost count, decided to start while you were away.

It wasn’t just any cabin you were taking Dean too. It was the cabin where you had shared your first kiss. It was the cabin Bobby had chased Dean out of when he had caught the two of you… well doing a lot more than kissing. On the porch of that cabin had been where Dean had asked you to marry him. You hadn’t been back since the brothers had found the Bunker, because there hadn’t been a need. But it was the place where the two of you had shared every major moment in your relationship, aside from your actual wedding, which had been in Vegas. Since the cabin was so important to the two of you it was only fitting it would be the setting for your next milestone together.

You smiled as you watched Dean sleep next to you. He was still as naked as you were from his last desperate efforts to convince you to tell him where the two of you were going in the morning. Dean’s torturous teasing had not been a match for your stubbornness, and he had finally given in and given you what the two of you both so desperately needed.

You smiled at the memory of how Dean had pulled you into his arms last night, holding you tightly against his still heaving chest.

“You’re a stubborn ass you know that?” Dean raised his eyebrows at you, trying to look annoyed, but the pure bliss on his face made it easy to see through.

“Look who's talking,” you laughed, making him chuckle as you snuggled closer to him, and he gave you a little squeeze.

“Well clearly not as stubborn as you, cause then you would still be screaming my name,” Dean teased making you playfully slap his chest.

“That’s just because when it comes to sex little Dean always wins.” You spoke seconds before you squealingly landed on your back with Dean on top of you. He playfully thrusted his hips against yours making you feel his newly found enthusiasm.

“Who are you calling little sweetheart?” he winked at you, before kissing away your laughter.

You squeezed your legs together at the memory of last night, as you watched your sleeping and blissfully unaware husband next to you. You loved how serene he always looked when he slept. All the worry washed away from his face, and he almost looked as young as he was that night 10 years ago when he had first kissed you.

Your eyes traced the lines of his freckles that highlighted his features, and you smiled when his lips curled into a half smile before he rolled onto his back. The sheet was dragged down with his movement, revealing his toned chest and strong arms to you. You let out a small sigh as you thought about how they felt wrapped around you with your ear resting against his heart, listening to his strong steady heartbeat.

When you moved to cuddle up to him and make the thought a reality, something else caught your attention. The sheets had formed an impressive tent between Dean’s, legs and a mischievous smile spread across your face.

You rolled closer to him before slowly, careful not to wake him, pulling the sheet off him completely, revealing his proud morning glory to you, and you unconsciously licked your lips as you quietly moved yourself to sit between his legs.

You licked the palm of your hand before closing it around the the root of his cock. You smiled, never taking your eyes off your husbands face as you slowly began moving your hand up and down his length. Dean let out a groan in his sleep, and you felt his cock twitch in your hand. Dean still wasn’t awake, which annoyed you slightly.

You decided you had to do something about that, so you leaned down, running your tongue over his slit as your eyes rested on Dean’s face. His eyes didn’t shoot open until you sucked down on him, howling you cheeks and taking him in completely.

“Fuck... “ Dean’s hand quickly tangled in your hair urging you to keep going, not that you had any intentions of stopping. You bobbed your head up and down a few times before focusing on his head. Your tongue twirled over it before sucking down hard, causing an animalistic growl to fall from your husband’s lips.

“Jeeez … fuck… urghf…. Babe… you’re killing me…” Dean moaned as he fought not to buck his hips upwards. You smiled, keeping up your ministrations, only adding to his pleasure by wrapping your hand around his cock. You twisted your hand as you kept sucking down on his head.

“Argh… shit… I’m… gonna… argh,” Dean tried to warn you, not that he needed too. You knew his body as well as he did. You sucked down as hard as you could, moaning in pleasure when thick ropes of cum filled your mouth.

You swallowed every last bit, not satisfied before you had licked him clean and only then did you allow him to pull you onto his chest. Dean’s lips found yours instantly, kissing you sweetly and lazily as his arms closed around your naked torso.

“Happy Birthday to me,” Dean grinned when he broke the kiss, making you giggle and hide your face against his neck.  

“So am I getting all my presents now?” Dean teased, kissing your shoulder before playfully biting down.

“No!” You laughed before rolling off of him and jumping off the bed. “You can get dressed so we can get going.” You grinned at him before wrapping yourself in one of his shirts. You enjoyed the way his eyes hungrily roamed your body as you moved. 10 years and his want for you had never changed.

“Well, I was about to say you left one unwrapped but…” Dean smirked at you, making you laugh and toss his boxers at his face.

“Get dressed you idiot, and you will have your gifts in a few hours. Including this one,” you mocked him twirling around a few times before walking out of the room towards the showers, leaving a stunned Dean in your wake.

You felt your stomach clench in anticipation of giving him the one gift you had hidden in the bottom of your bag. You hoped it would make him as happy as you thought it would. You smiled at the thought of what your new life together would be like after tonight as you pictured the shirt you had picked out with Sam’s help just a few days ago.

Dean Tag Team (CLOSED)

@mysupernaturalfics @blacktithe7 @percywinchester27 @quiddy-writes @jpadjackles @supernatural-jackles @supernaturalyobessed @purgatoan @starswirlblitz @revwinchester @aprofoundbondwithdean @skathan-omaha @feelmyroarrrr @torn-and-frayed @kayteonline @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @mysteriouslyme81 @ayeeitsemry @curliesallovertheplace @docharleythegeekqueen  @winchesterprincessbride @faith-in-dean @ellen-reincarnated1967 @sleep-silent-angel @winchestdiaries @adriellej @moonstar86 @atc74 @knittingknerdy @tia58 @nikolanna @cyranodebergerac-fan @lycangirl44 @brooke-supernatural16 @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou @melonberri @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms @alexafromthefandom @stilinski15 @roxy-davenport @phoenixia67 @bringmesomepie56 @thebunkerismyhome @salvachester @chaos-and-the-calm67 @jasminwild @anokhi07 @mrswhozeewhatsis @lilyleely @smoothdogsgirl @angelkurenai @chickenmcsade @covarrubiasalex @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @charliebradbury1104 @chelseypaigeake @katrena7 @thecynicalnerd @nichelle-my-belle @mouselovesmusic @lucifer-ismy-bae @dreamilyjensen @sleepywinchester @tanithlowisabamf @deansleather  @katnharper @ashleymalfoy @secretlyfurrydragon @winchesterswoonathon @fangirl1802 @buckysmetallicstump @staticbirdy @spn-fan-girl-173 @jensen-gal @tas898 @iamnotsaneatall @waywardjoy @arryn-nyx @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @beachy2014

#dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #dean smut #spn smut #dean fluff #dean winchester fluff #spn fluff #spn one shot #dean one shot #dean imagine #spn fanfic #spn family