#people where laughing in their cars at me too LMAOOO it was a good night

[myherowritings]

Hey There, Roomie

— After being set up on a bad date with Ushijima, he insists on walking you to your doorstep. Not wanting him to know where you live, you lead him to Iwaizumi’s apartment and pretend Iwaizumi is your roommate. 

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x reader word count: 4.0k genre: college/university au, fluff warnings: mentions of drinking, language, secondhand embarrassment, suggestive comments at the end, oikawa is meddlesome, awkward but cute confessions™!!

a/n: ur bad date is with ushiwaka ok i’m sorry he’s a nice guy but i had to make it someone HDJSJS,, also this is based on real life events except my friend who lived in an apartment near me isn’t cute like iwa-chan :( LMAOOO i hope u enjoy reading!!! xx sof

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“I assure you, you don’t have to walk me to my apartment.”

“It’s not a bother. I insist.” 

“No, it’s fine.” Although you tried to keep a smile on your face, you were certain it looked more like you were baring your teeth at him. “Really. You don’t have to do that.”

Ushijima shrugged. “I told you, it’s no big deal.” 

Your grin turned into a grimace as you stepped outside the car and headed towards your apartment complex. You managed to grit out, “Great. Thanks.”

A friend from your class had told you they had a friend of a friend who saw an Instagram post of you and thought you were cute. After they showed you a picture of him, you said the same. Little did you know it would lead to a mess of a date set up by said friend. 

The date was at a karaage chicken place and it was filled with the most uncomfortable silences you had sat through since office hours with a professor who you were sure hated you. Ushijima was nice enough and it wasn’t the worst date ever, but the two of you just did not click. You figured it was partly your fault for agreeing to meet with him despite not having a single clue about his interests and never having talked to him once, but it was too late to undo it now. 

He was a gentleman, at least. Offered to pay, held your seat out for you, drove you to your apartment complex, and, now, was trying to walk you to your doorstep. 

The thing was, you did not want him to know where you lived. 

You didn’t get red flags or feel threatened by any means, but having a guy you went on one uncomfortable date with know your exact address wasn’t really something that sat well with you. You’ve heard enough college horror stories to be wary. But, you didn’t have the heart to tell him explicitly not to walk you home… So the only solution? 

Head to your friend’s apartment in the same complex instead.

“Do you know where you’re going?” asked Ushijima, examining you as your eyes darted around from building to building. 

You’d been to Iwaizumi’s apartment before, but that didn’t stop you from looking lost and confused in this maze of houses. And it didn’t help to have Ushijima’s semi-condescending gaze on you the whole time. The worst part was, you were almost certain he didn’t even mean to be condescending— He just was. To you, at least. It definitely rubbed you the wrong way during the date. 

“Yeah,” you laughed, walking past your apartment, “of course I know where my own apartment is.” 

Iwaizumi’s place was just a few buildings north of yours, which you were quick to remember after catching sight of your place. You briefly wondered if he would be home on a Friday night, but quickly decided it wasn’t important. It’s not like you would be entering his house anyway. In fact, if all went well, he might never even know you were outside his apartment to begin with. 

The plan was to have Ushijima drop you off at the doorstep (since he so unwaveringly insisted that he had to and it was no trouble for him to do so), tell him goodbye, fumble with your bag to “look for your keys” as he walked off, then—when he was out of sight—dash to your apartment and lock yourself in your bedroom for the remainder of the night. 

A foolproof plan. 

“Well, we’re here!” you chirped, standing outside Iwaizumi’s door labeled 237E. You whirled around to face Ushijima. “Thanks for walking me. See you around!” 

“Of course.” He nodded but made no move to leave. 

Your smile wavered. Was he waiting for you to enter your house safely? If he didn’t seem so innocent, it would’ve been incredibly creepy. 

“Err,” you drawled, ruffling through your bag. “I’m just finding my keys. You can leave now; I don’t want to keep you any longer!” 

“It’s not a problem.”

Your right eye twitched. What did he think could possibly happen in the time it took you to unlock your door and enter? While it was sweet—in a very suffocating way—it wasn’t what you wanted. After the bad date that was disappointing for the both of you, you expected him to eat his food and dip. Not see you all the way into your house despite the fact that, deep down, he’d much rather be in his own home. It was domineeringly kind.

Didn’t he understand how stressful this could be for someone? His obliviousness was overbearing, but you supposed you couldn’t blame Ushijima when you didn’t verbalize your discomfort to him. 

“Everything okay?” he asked for what felt like the fifth time that night. 

You chuckled nervously. “I guess I…can’t find my keys?” Looking at him sheepishly, you scratched the back of your head. “But, my roommates will probably be home soon! Or, they might be here now. I’ll just ring the doorbell when you leave!” 

Ushijima blinked. “Why not ring the doorbell now?” 

“R-Right,” you stammered, unsure whether you wanted to rip your hair out or cry in frustration. Maybe both would be good. “That’s smart. I can do that.” 

He looked at you expectantly. 

You winced, bringing your pointer finger to the white button of the doorbell. Before you even had the time to gather the courage to press it, the door swung open suddenly, startling you enough to let out a small yelp.

“Ah—! Iwaizumi!” you cried, eyes wide as you stared face to face with your very confused-looking friend. He glanced between you and Ushijima with a questioning expression, but you rambled on before he could say anything. “Hey there, roomie!” You batted your lashes, pleading with him to play along. “I forgot my keys again.” 

Iwaizumi’s face displayed a look of pure confusion and you were certain he must never have gotten any acting awards when he was younger. His expression became even more puzzled when you wiggled your way inside the door, standing snugly next to his side. 

After an awkward silence, you continued again, “Well, thanks for walking me Ushijima-san! And thank you for the date. Maybe I’ll see you around.” 

If he noticed anything suspicious going on, he didn’t show it. Instead he simply nodded and wished you a goodnight. 

Yup, there was definitely no chance of Ushijima wanting to ask you out on a second date. Not that you were complaining. 

You shut the door—the door to an apartment that wasn’t even your own, mind you—and let out a sigh of relief. With your eyes closed and your back resting against the wall, you momentarily forgot you were standing in the entrance of Iwaizumi’s living room. That was, until you started feeling his heavy gaze on you. 

Gulping at the intensity, you cracked your right eye open ever so slightly. “Yes?” you asked innocently.

“Yes?” repeated Iwaizumi incredulously, voice raised in exasperation. “You want to explain what just happened here?” 

You had a sudden interest in your shoes as you shuffled in place. Iwaizumi was your friend and someone you considered yourself semi-close to— Comfortable enough to hang out with regularly and talk with almost every day, but not someone that you confided in with no qualms. And definitely not someone close enough for it to be normal to show up at his place unannounced. You were much closer to his best friend, Oikawa, but that was largely due to him finding out you had a big crush on Iwaizumi a number of months ago and feeling the need to tease you endlessly. Apparently, nothing brought people together like relentless goading. 

“Another bad date,” you answered with a noncommittal tone. “A friend set me up with that guy you saw, Ushijima, and the date was so awkward.” 

He folded his arms across his chest, pulling his white t-shirt snug around his biceps. You tried not to let your eyes bug out of their sockets at the sight. “And yet you let him bring you home?” 

“I couldn’t say no! I tried dropping hints but he just didn’t get it.” You looked up, a sheepish half-smile on your face. “But I was smart enough not to bring him to my apartment. Hence why I came here. Roomie.”

Iwaizumi let out an exasperated half-chuckle, half-sigh as he motioned for you to come further inside. You slipped off your shoes at the doorway and followed him into the living room, taking a seat on the couch next to him. He rested his arm against the headrest of the sofa and you were consciously aware of his hand mere inches behind your head. 

“Are your other housemates here?” you asked, curious as to why there wasn’t the usual amount of chatter and rage gaming from inside their respective rooms. 

He shook his head. “They’re all back at their hometowns for the weekend.” 

“And poor Iwa-chan is home all alone on a Friday night instead of out partying with friends?” you teased, reaching over to pat the top of his head mockingly. 

Glaring at you for the nickname, he lightly swatted your hand away. “You’ve been spending too much time with Oikawa. His shittyness is rubbing off on you.” There was the slightest hint of amusement in his voice to let you know he was only joking. “And being home alone is better than being stuck with a bad date.”

“Ouch,” you cried, crossing one leg over the other and sticking your tongue out at him. “Yeah, sure, I would rather have been curled up in my bed than go on that date— But you didn’t have to call me out like that.” You pouted. “At least I got free food, I guess.” 

He rolled his eyes with a snort. “If you were uncomfortable, you could’ve called me to come pick you up.”

Despite his gruff voice, there was a look of concern on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and the corners of his mouth were downturned. Iwaizumi’s offer made you feel warm in the stomach, even if you were sure he was just saying it out of courtesy.

“Or better yet,” he continued in a murmur, “don’t let your friends set you up on dates with guys you barely know, dumbass.” 

“Hey! Aren’t you and Oikawa the ones always telling me I need to go out and date more in the first place?” you said, huffing at his insult. 

They told you your college years were your prime dating years and you might regret not going out with a variety of people now. When else would you have the free time and the patience to date, anyway? That was part of the reason you agreed to blind dates and set ups, after all. If Iwaizumi was insisting you date around, that most certainly meant he didn’t reciprocate your feelings for him. Meaning, you had to get over him somehow before the hurt could kick in, even if that somehow included less than ideal fraternization. 

“I never said that,” he grumbled, shaking his head. “Why would I tell you to go on dates with other people? It was just Oikawa who said you should.” 

You blinked in confusion. “But you were there and you nodded in agreement.” 

He shifted his body to get a better look at you, a scowl on his face. “I did not. You were drunk and you probably thought my head was moving when it wasn’t.”

“Well, you were drunk too! Maybe your head was moving and you just didn’t know.” The lines between his forehead deepened and you laughed, unable to stop yourself from tapping the wrinkles with your ring finger. “Don’t think too hard; you might hurt your brain.”

“You really have been spending too much time with Shittykawa,” he said with a defeated sigh. “But whatever you think I said back then, it’s probably not what I meant. You shouldn’t date anyone unless you want to.” 

The thing was, you did want to date someone. Iwaizumi. You were just under the impression he didn’t want to date you. 

You shrugged. “What about you? Have you been dating people you don’t want to?” 

He shook his head. “No. I haven’t dated anyone recently,” he admitted, averting his gaze from you for the first time that night. “I actually...am interested in someone, though.” 

Your stomach dropped. Oh.

“But I don’t think they like me.” 

Trying not to show him the crestfallen expression on your face, you looked down at your lap. You had been mentally preparing yourself to accept that Iwaizumi didn’t have a crush on you like you had on him—you were ready to face the harsh reality—but you were not expecting him to tell you he liked someone else on top of that. That was just a double blow to your gut.

You forced out a laugh, hoping it didn’t sound too strained. “That’s silly. Of course they like you.” 

“I didn’t even tell you who it was.”

“Don’t need to,” you said diffidently, fingers toying with a loose thread on the blue sofa. “I already know. There’s no way someone wouldn’t like you back.”

Iwaizumi snorted disdainfully. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that. Them going on dates with other people and telling me about them after seems to be a solid indicator that they don’t.”

You froze, letting go of the string you accidentally pulled from the couch. Now, you wouldn’t say you were an overly optimistic person, but you still couldn’t help but think the situation he described was oddly familiar to yours. There was a large chance he was referring to someone else, but with the way you felt his smoldering gaze on your body, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, he could be talking about you. 

“Maybe they think you don’t like them so they’re going on those dates to get rid of their crush on you— But only because they thought you told them to do so! And, honestly, the dates probably aren’t helping at all on getting rid of the crush; it just makes it get even bigger and bigger as they realize they can’t like anyone the same way they like you and now they don’t know what to do,” you babbled, unable to stop the word vomit.

After processing the words that you had just uttered, you slapped your hands over your mouth to shut yourself up. That was a little more than you had originally wanted to say… Okay, a lot more. You winced. You wanted to subtly hint that you were talking about yourself, not be so obvious as to yell it out with a megaphone and have a blinking billboard pointing your way. 

Idiot, idiot, idiot.

You could only hope Iwaizumi was oblivious enough to let this whole thing go and assume that you were only speaking hypothetically. But he was smarter than that. You knew it. He may be a little dense when it came to romance, but even he couldn’t be dumb enough to misunderstand your conspicuous slip up. 

Your stomach churned as you awaited his response.

“So,” he spoke slowly, keeping his cautious regard on you, “Oikawa was right?” 

You blinked. That wasn’t the response you were expecting. But things just didn’t seem to go as planned today, you supposed. “What do you mean?”

“You do like me, then?”

“W-What? When did…” You gaped, trailing off as your throat tightened. “He told you that?” 

“A month ago, he told me he thought you might like me,” Iwaizumi admitted, a rosy red darkening the apples of his cheeks. “But that was before you started going on those crazy dates, so I figured he was wrong.” 

A cry of indignation escaped your lips as you heard the news. “Seriously?”

He nodded.

“No way!” you sputtered in disbelief. “He found out I liked you months ago— At the beginning of the school year! And then last month, Oikawa told me I should to get over you by going on a bunch of dates.” 

Your brows were furrowed and arms folded as you glared into the sky, wishing Oikawa were there so you could yell at him for making a fool of you. Iwaizumi caught your gaze with a disgruntled look of his own. 

“What on earth?” you groaned, burying your face in your palms.

“I’ll kick his ass the next time I see him,” Iwaizumi vowed.

“Please,” you muttered, a thousand thoughts racing through your mind. 

Oikawa knew you had a crush on Iwaizumi. Why would he tell him behind your back? And was Iwaizumi’s response negative? Is that why Oikawa told you to date to get over him? Trying to understand Oikawa’s thought process was enough to almost give you a headache. 

“But, wait,” said Iwaizumi quietly, effectively interrupting your train of thoughts. “Months?” 

You peeked at him through the cracks between your fingers. “Huh?”

“You said you liked me for months now? Since the start of this school year?” 

The heat rose to your cheeks in embarrassment. “T-That’s not the point—!” 

“Because I’ve liked you for a few months now too,” he interrupted before you could deny anything. Your eyes shot open as you stared straight at Iwaizumi, just now noticing the serious expression on his face. 

Was this a confession?

“Ever since that night we ditched our friends to stay inside and watch Godzilla instead of going to the party.” He shared a small, slightly sheepish smile with you as he recalled the memory. 

In the beginning of the year before classes had started but everyone had already moved into their respective apartments, Oikawa decided everyday of the week leading up to the first day of school would be a good day to get shit-faced drunk. It was fun for the first three days, but by day four you were getting worn out, and by day five, just the thought of consuming one more jello shot made you shudder. 

So when Iwaizumi—who you had then only recently realized you had a crush on—suggested you two sneak away to his empty apartment and watch some movies instead, you were more than happy to oblige. 

“I thought you looked...cute that night,” Iwaizumi managed, his voice gruff and tentative. “It was funny how you were scared by the movies even though it was hardly even horror.” He snorted at the recollection, hints of a grin playing on his face. “And I may have realized then that I had already started liking you.”

You bit the inside of your lip to keep your face from splitting into a beam. Your eyes were wide open, almost as if you were in a daze and were only dreaming the events of this night had happened. Iwaizumi shoved his hands in his sweatpants’ pockets, ducking his head to hide his delight at this situation.

“You like me too?” you asked breathlessly. There was still a tone of disbelief in your voice. 

He nodded. “Have for a while now. But I didn’t tell Oikawa about it until last month. And that’s when he said he thought you liked me back.” 

At his words, you visibly relaxed. So Oikawa didn’t blab about your crush on his best friend— Though, in all honesty, maybe if he had, you could’ve had a relationship with him sooner. You leaned your head back against the headrest of the couch with a sigh. “Then if he knew you liked me, why did he tell me to date other people that night we were all out drinking together?” 

“To piss me the fuck off.”

You laughed in surprise, not expecting Iwaizumi to sound so furious. 

“He probably wanted to get me to disagree with him, that dumbass,” he hissed, a scowl forming on his face. Even with his nose scrunched and forehead crinkled, you thought Iwaizumi was as handsome as ever.

“Maybe Oikawa thought you wouldn’t confess without his help so he wanted to push your buttons and make you jealous by seeing me date other people,” you said, chuckling at the audacity of this situation. 

Iwaizumi apparently didn’t share your amusement, since his scowl deepened. “I would’ve confessed without his unwanted help,” he grunted. But you knew he wasn’t too annoyed by his best friend. Oikawa never had any ill-intentions towards the two of you, and you both were aware of that. “I was a little jealous, though,” he admitted with flushed cheeks. “And I may have gotten a bit happier every time you told me afterwards that you didn’t like your date—especially tonight.”

You smiled shyly at him, only mildly embarrassed by the routine you two had picked up. Go on a date (usually prompted by Oikawa), wish your date was Iwaizumi the whole time, go home, message Iwaizumi about your bad date, repeat. But in today’s case, you went to him in person instead of texting. 

“But I was dreading that one night you’d message saying your date went well,” he said, hands balled up into fists and gaze downcast. “Or worse— Not message that night at all.”

Your expression turned somber as you realized that while you were casually dating around to try to get over Iwaizumi, he was there watching you go out with other people. A feeling of guilt spread through you as you bowed your head slightly, wishing you had taken the chance to tell him your feelings instead of trying to toss them aside. 

“Iwaizumi, I’m so sorry,” you said. “I didn’t even think about how it could be affecting you.” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” He placed his closed hand on the top of your head, making you look up at him. He nodded once. “You didn’t know. And Assikawa was the one pushing you to go on dates you didn’t want,” he said wryly, though his tone was more amused than bitter. “But maybe now you don’t have to keep going on those bad dates anymore.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Was he offering—?

“Y’know,” he said, “if you… If we…”

“Went on a date?” you completed, hesitant but hopeful. “With each other, I mean.”

“Yes. With each other.” He held his breath. “What do you think?”

After a beat of silence, your face split into a grin. You practically jumped off the couch in excitement, bouncing towards Iwaizumi to tackle him into a hug. He let out a surprised grunt, but caught you in his arms nonetheless.  

“I think you could’ve saved me loads of wasted nights if you had asked a month earlier!” you laughed, burrowing your face into his chest— His very strong, very muscular chest that had no business being this comfortable. “To think all this time I could’ve been going on dates with you instead of random people I end up blocking a day after?”

His right hand rested between your shoulder blades while his left was lightly cupping the back of your head. He chuckled and you felt the vibrations through his thin t-shirt. 

“We’ll have plenty of time to make up for it now,” he said, voice warm and inviting. “We can catch up on dates this whole weekend. Or just rewatch all of Godzilla again.” 

“That sounds like the perfect date weekend.” The grin on your face never left as you stayed tangled in his arms. “And your roommates aren’t back until Monday, hmm?”

He titled his head down at you to see your expression, the corner of his mouth quirked upward as he smirked. “Yup. They’ll be gone all weekend.”

You two exchanged knowing looks, causing you to wiggle your eyebrows suggestively and make him laugh. His ears turned red and when you pointed it out he got even redder. You smiled at each other as you held him even tighter. 

It didn’t matter what you two would be doing this weekend. All you cared about was getting to spend more time with Iwaizumi.

“Then we most definitely have a lot of catching up to do.” 

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[drabbles-mc]

First Impressions: Part 2

Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Part 1 can be found Here

Warnings: just fluff and a nervous Juice

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Been marinating on the request for a second part for a while now. I love Juice and it’s so hard for me to turn away any kind of request for him lmaooo. Hope you guys enjoy!

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You were getting ready to leave work when your phone vibrated on your desk. You paused, looking down at the number. It wasn’t in your contacts, but you picked it up anyway, having a very singular hope for who it was.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Juan,” he paused for a beat, “From T-M?”

You chuckled, “I remember. I was hoping to hear from you,” you spun slightly from side to side in your desk chair, “Was starting to worry you took off with my car.”

He laughed, “No, no, nothing like that. It’s, uh, it’s good to go, though.”

“Really?” they’d had your car for a couple days, and you were on the brink of losing hope that they’d be able to fix it.

“Yea. So, uh, if you wanna come and pick it up, you can.”

“Holy shit,” you laughed in disbelief, “Alright, yea. I’m just getting ready to leave work. I’ll be there in thirty? Is that alright?”

“I’ll be here,” there was a softness to his tone and you could almost picture the smile on his face.

“Perfect. See you soon.”

You hung up the phone and finished packing up your things as quickly as you could. Tucking your bag onto your shoulder, you made your way towards the front doors of the building. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect—right before your phone call you’d gotten the notification that your ride was ready for you. Hopping into the car, you gave them the new address, relieved that they didn’t seem bothered by the last-minute changes.

When they parked outside the compound, you thanked them once more and gave them an extra tip before hopping out of the car. You walked onto the lot, and it all felt much quieter and emptier than when you’d been there a few days before. It was technically after business hours, sure, but not by much. You spotted all the bikes lined up and you assumed that that was the reason for it being so quiet, not the fact that it was after five o’clock.

You made your way towards the garage bays, one of them housing your car. You looked around but there were no mechanics in sight. You gnawed at the inside of your bottom lip as you scanned for Juice, or really anyone who could help you out. When you saw that the garage was truly empty, you made your way over to the office. Rapping your knuckles lightly on the door, you waited for a response.

“Come in,” you recognized the woman’s voice from your last visit.

You peeked your head inside, a sheepish smile on your face, “Hey. Sorry, I know it’s after hours but—”

“You dropped your car off the other day, right?” she gestured vaguely at you with the glasses in her hand, “Juice took care of you?”

“Um,” you fought the urge to stammer, “yea. He called me a little bit ago, said my car was good to go?”

She nodded, “It is. Let me go grab him—the boys yanked him aside for some other business,” she gestured to the chair, “Take a seat. I’ll be right back.”

You did as she said, holding your purse in your lap as you looked around the office. You knew that there must’ve been a method to the madness, but you were truly surprised by how many forms and business cards covered what seemed like every inch of wall space. There were a few stray papers still on the desk, and you wondered if any of them were for you. Just as you were about to try and take a look, you heard the clicking of the woman’s boots as she walked back into the office.

“Juice will finished getting you squared up,” she tucked a few papers away, and handed the rest to Juice, who had walked in a couple steps behind her with a sheepish smile on his face.

“Thanks, Gem,” he said, his voice a little soft as she grabbed her bag to leave.

“Don’t mention it. Just make sure the guys don’t yank you away next time you’re supposed to be doing shit,” she turned to you and smiled, “Have a good night, sweetheart.”

You nodded, intrigued by the entire interaction, “You too, thank you.”

There was a nervous smile on Juice’s face as he sat down across from you, “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I was planning on being out here when you got here. But the guys needed help with some stuff.”

You chuckled, shaking your head, “It’s really not a problem,” you paused, “Am I gonna cry at how much this is gonna cost me?”

He laughed, shaking his head, “No, no. I got you a good deal on parts and shit. And, uh, I didn’t get you for labor.”

“What?” you shook your head, “Juan, no, come on. You, you can’t do that.”

“Sure I can,” he smiled, “Really, it’s fine.”

You hated the feeling of accepting charity from someone, especially someone you didn’t really know all that well. It was one thing if he was just getting you a good deal on a couple parts, but this was different. Accepting help with anything had never been easy, let alone when it came to money.

He saw the hesitation on your face and waited for you to meet his eyes, “Hey, think of it this way,” he chuckled as he slid the paperwork over to you, “It’s about what you saved me in bail charges when you found me on the street.”

It got you to laugh, and the playful spark in his eyes was difficult to turn away from or say no to. Finally, you gave a slight nod as you handed over your card and started to sign the papers. His eyes didn’t stray from you as he ran your card. He knew that he should reel it in, but he also didn’t know if this was going to be the last time he ever saw you. The fact that he ever ran into you again after that day on the street was nothing short of a miracle. He wondered when his luck was going to run out.

“Alright,” he forced himself to think about the situation at hand, “I think that means you’re all set.”

You slipped your card back into your purse, “I really can’t thank you enough.”

“No need to thank me,” he smiled as he stood up from his chair, “It’s what we do here.”

The two of you walked out of the office to see that someone had already moved your car out of the garage bay that it had been parked in. You didn’t think much of it until you saw the confusion etched into the features of Juice’s face. His eyes immediately went to the other building on the lot, and your gaze followed. You saw a few men sitting out on the picnic table—you recognized two of them from your previous visit, but one of the faces as new to you. Juice shook his head slightly as he continued to walk with you to the car.

“So you should be all good to go,” he smiled as he leaned back against your car, “but if something else goes wrong just, y’know, give us a call.”

“Do I need to use the T-M number? Or do I get to use your personal hotline for that?”

He couldn’t meet your gaze as he let out a nervous chuckle, “Either one will work,” he cleared his throat, “Lemme get your keys.”

He opened the driver’s door, expecting to find the keys under the visor where they always put them if they had to leave the keys with a car. When he didn’t find them there or in the console, he let out a sigh. Knowing exactly where they were, he cast a glance over at the men sitting on the table.

Jax had the most satisfied grin on his face as he twirled your keys around his finger, whistling and gesturing for Juice to come over, “I got ‘em.”

Juice rolled his eyes, knowing that he was getting set up to get you roped into something with them. He didn’t know what, exactly, but he had no desire to find out. He offered you an apologetic look, “Gimme a sec, I’ll go grab your keys.”

You laughed, nodding, “Whatever you gotta do.”

You watched as he jogged over to the men at the table. You couldn’t see the look on his face, but the satisfied grins and smirks of the men facing him were enough to tell you that they were definitely giving him a bit of a hard time about something. More likely than not it had to do with the puppy-dog look in his eyes whenever he was looking at you.

“Y/N,” Jax called over to you with a slick smile, “c’mere!”

You could only imagine the look on Juice’s face. But still, you obliged to see where exactly this was all going. You tossed your purse into your car before walking over. Juice was shaking his head apologetically at you as you approached, which provided a stark contrast to the looks of glee on Jax and Opie’s faces.

Tucking your hands into your back pockets, you offered them all a smile, “Hey. Something I can do for you?”

“Nah,” Jax rested his elbows on his knees, “just wanted to say hi, make sure your car is alright.”

“Hard to tell that if I can’t put the keys in the ignition,” you quipped with a smile, “But I’m sure it’s fine. I did leave it in the hands of Charming’s Intelligence Officer, after all.”

Juice looked over at you, and you could tell that he was caught between laughing, and melting into the floor. Jax still held your keys securely in the palm of his hand, and you wondered what exactly he was waiting for to relinquish them. Part of you wondered if they simply wanted to watch Juice squirm a little bit more under the microscope before letting you go on your way.

“Juice mentioned that there was something he wanted to ask you,” Opie spoke up with a smirk as he lit a cigarette.

You raised your eyebrows, clearly knowing that they were throwing him under the bus for something, “Oh, really?”

Juice shook his head, “No, no. It’s not—it’s nothing.”

You weren’t going to push it, knowing that there were enough people doing that already, “Right. Well, if no one has anything to ask me,” you glanced back at Jax and put your hand out, “I’d really love to have my keys back.”

“You got plans tonight, dalrin’?” Jax asked as he tossed your keys over to you.

You caught them, shaking your head, “No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Want some?” Opie asked.

You chuckled, not missing the expression on Juice’s face, “Depends on the offer.”

Jax smiled, “We’re havin’ a party here tonight. Nothin’ crazy, just the guys and some friends.”

“Oh,” you tossed the keys back and forth between your hands, “I’m some friends now?”

“Well,” he chuckled, “I figured you were, especially based on the way Juice ta—”

“You don’t have to,” Juice cut him off, trying to come to his own defense, “It can be a lot, so, you know, don’t feel like you have to.”

You smiled, finding his nerves endearing, “Right. Well, I’ll think about it.”

Jax nodded, a smirk still tugging at his lips, “You know where to find us.”

“I sure do,” you looked to Juice with a soft smile, “Walk me to my car, Juan?”

He nodded, eager to get both of you out of the current conversation, “Yea, sure thing.”

As the two of you walked away, you could hear the murmurs and laughs between Jax and Opie, and you didn’t miss the fact that Juice shot them a look over his shoulder as you made your way towards the car. You lightly bumped your shoulder against his own in a playful attempt to get him to loosen up a little bit.

“You really, uh,” he nervously scratched the back of his head, “don’t feel like you have to show up or anything because of Jax. He’s just, you know…” his voice trailed off.

You smiled, leaning back against the door of your car. You waited for him to meet your eyes, “Do you want me to stop in tonight?”

His eyes grew a little wider at the question, “What?”

You folded your arms over your chest as you watched the shifts in his expression, “I’d be more than happy to stop by later. But only if you’d actually like that. Because, and correct me if I’m wrong,” you chuckled, “I have the feeling that Jax’s invite has nothing to do with him actually wanting me to be there tonight.”

Juice’s heart sped up inside his chest as he tried to formulate a response to what you were saying. He swallowed hard, slowly nodding his head, “Y-yea. I’d…I’d really like that.”

You smiled, nodding, “Then I’ll see you later.”

You went to open the door and he reached out, gently grabbing your hand to get your attention. You could see the nerves in his eyes still, “They’re probably, uh, they’re probably not going to let up,” he nodded towards the men at the table, “You know that, right?”

You laughed, “That doesn’t surprise me,” you gave his hand a light squeeze, “I’ll see you later, Juan. Okay?”

He nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly, “Okay.”

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #my writing #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[greenygreenland]

Date: Jean Havoc x Reader (w/ Big Brother Roy Mustang)

REQUESTED

-PRETEND ROY IS YOUNGER FOR THE SAKE OF THIS ONE-SHOT (say, like 20-ish) -sorry this took so long. I had an internship and it got a little crazy

-idc about the timeline because this is a one-shot and i’m not gonna use my big brain lmaooo

Summary: Overprotective Roy? Yes. You’re dating Jean Havoc and your bro watches your first date from the shadows.

Nervous. That was the first emotion you felt when you stepped out of the front door. Today was a big day, maybe more so than you’d like to believe. The sun shimmered overhead, where the sparse clouds drifted lazily across the sky. “Bye, Roy,” you called. “I’ll be back around sixteen o’clock.”

Roy was your elder brother by four years. If a guard dog had a human personification, it would definitely be him. For all your life, he wrote himself off as the responsible sibling. He acted like his grades were better than yours, like he was the one to take out the trash, or finish all the dishes before cockroaches decided to make home in them.

Anyone would have thought that to be true. After all, Roy was young and rose up the military ranks at an alarming rate. But you knew better, along with his close colleagues. Roy was stupid, overprotective, and impulsive. He would do anything that interested him, and if it didn’t, he’d pay no mind to it.

You prayed your brother would pay no mind today.

The front door slammed open with a creak. “Where do you think you’re going?” Roy inquired. He squinted at you as if you were about to do something stupid. “And what are you wearing? I hope you have shorts under that.” You rolled your eyes and adjusted the purse slung over your shoulder. 

This sun dress was a gift from Jean for your (age) birthday. The skirt flowed in the passing breezes like a flower, illuminating all the vibrant colours under the rays of sun. It was a beautiful dress. If Roy thought otherwise, you’d make him understand. “It’s called a dress, doofus.” you sarcastically replied. “Not like you’d know when you only see Riza in the Command Centre. Poor you. Haven’t gotten the chance to see her in a skirt, huh?”

Roy averted his gaze to the sky with a haughty huff. “What are you talking about? That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Heat rose up his cheeks. “If you’re implying I harbour romantic feelings for my First Lieutenant, then you’re--”

“A hundred percent correct.” you stated with a smug smirk. “I’ll be back around sixteen o’clock. Don’t burn down the house.” If Roy accidently did, you wouldn’t be surprised. He was the Flame Alchemist, and above all, your stupid big brother.

“Where are you going (Y/n)?” Roy called. You flung your hair over your shoulder with a bright smile that could have blinded even the sun. “A date, of course.” Okay, maybe it wasn’t a good idea to rub salt in a wound. What Roy didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. But then you saw look on his face. Nevermind, it was totally worth it to rub in his face: jaw agape, eyes as wide as saucers, and shoulders hunched down.

Ah, it was good to be you.

The city bustled with life. With the sun shining, and the beauty of living in your palms, you trotted down the street. There was nothing that could ruin your date.

"Jean!" Your tone was light as a laugh escaped your lips. "It feels like I haven't seen you in a while." 

Cherry red dusted his cheeks. He stuffed the unlit cigarette into his pocket and offered you a hand. In his other, he placed a single (f/c) flower between your hairclips. "I saw you yesterday," he said with a bashful smile. "What do you mean it's been a while?" You bumped shoulders playfully and intertwined your fingers together. "Hyperbole, Jean."

"Well, it's one hyperbole too many." He remarked with a grin. "Do you want to have sandwiches today or a hot meal?" You shrugged, leaning against his shoulder. It was comfortable to have him hold you like this as you made your way down the street. He always had this secure way of linking your arms with his.

Off to the side, Roy couldn't say the same. It wasn’t like he planned on following you. Curiosity just swept him out of the house. And besides, what you didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt, right? Right.

Roy wished Jean didn’t hold you like you were some stuffed animal. For all he knew, Jean was just playing you. It wouldn't be the first when he had over fifteen other girls in the past four months. If Jean broke your heart, he'd be sure to fry the man up to a crisp. "Damn him," Roy grumbled. He pulled down his fedora and adjusted the glasses over his nose. "What makes him think he can touch (Y/n) like that?"

You suddenly laughed loudly at some joke. “Stop!” you cried, playfully smacking his arm. “That’s the worst one I’ve heard all week!” 

Roy slinked out of the shadows with a low huff. He shouldn't have worn such a thick jacket. It had to be over twenty something degrees today. But that was no matter because you were being whisked away to the park--by Jean! Roy hurried down the street. Since when did you get lunch? And what was Jean going to do to you?

"The park's a good place." you noted. “Let’s go there.” The bag from Sally's Sandwiches hung from Jean's arm. It swung back and forth as he happily pranced along the street with you hand in hand. "Good thing I remembered to bring a blanket this time. We can sit under that tree."

Oh, what was Jean going to do to you? Roy couldn't stand the thought of you walking with him like that. There had to be an ulterior motive to this 'date'. Maybe Jean wanted to leech off you for money, or maybe he would try seducing you in the park? Roy shook his head. No, no.

Jean wasn't a bad guy. Maybe Roy was thinking too far ahead. But what if he wasn’t? What if Jean pulled some sneaky plan?

You crossed the street just as a car wildly swerved. Its tires screeched against the road like nails on a chalkboard, grinding against stone until it came your way. Roy frantically popped out of his hiding space. "What kind of idiot would--"

Suddenly, you slammed a hand into the ground. The stone transmuted, blocking the car from any unnecessary collisions. It smacked straight into the wall, smoke and steam rising from its engine. "(Y/n)!" cried Jean. "Are you okay?" He frantically placed a hand on either of your shoulders and looked you up and down. A smile rose to your lips. "I'm fine. Not even a scratch."

A sigh escaped Jean's lips. "That's good. I don't know what I'd do if you got hurt." You placed a gentle hand to his cheek and pecked it (Roy wanted to gag). "I'm an Alchemist. It'd be a shame if I went down by a car."

"Don't joke about that," Jean chastised. He hooked his arm with yours again and led you away from the screeching onlookers and police. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you."

Roy blinked. Did he hear Jean right? 'I don't know what I'd do if I lost you'? What was that supposed to mean? “Look at them, being all lovey-dovey...” Roy continued after the couple. They passed through a field of forest green grass, where flowers bloomed in straight, uniform lines all around. It was a beautiful spot to have a picnic. 

You swung your arm, hand in hand with Jean. The sun kissed your heads from the Heaven’s, illuminating a bright happiness Roy couldn’t look away from. Urgh. He wanted to kick something, or better yet, set a tree on fire. How could you two look so perfect? You were only (age) and that was far too young to be dating. 

Besides, you had a career in the military. If your little ‘relationship’ was sealed with a ring, you’d be separated. “Did they even think that through?” Roy grumbled to himself. He gritted his teeth together and ducked behind a bush. 

“Excuse me sir.”

Roy glanced over his shoulder with a false smile. “Ah, what is it?” A little boy ball up and down in his hand. The glare on his face could have been intimidating, but Roy was Roy Mustang. He wouldn’t let some kid look down upon him. “Are you lost?”

The kid clutched the rock so tightly his knuckles turned white. “My mama said to watch out for creepy people. I think you fit well, Mr. Pervert.” He took a step back and launched the ball at Roy’s head. “Take that!”

“What are you talking about?!” Roy exclaimed. He jumped out of the bushes and brushed the leaves from his jacket. Boy, it was getting terribly hot in the sweltering heat. Poor Roy found himself losing what little patience remained. “I’m not a creep, kid! Where are your parents? If I was a creep, you would have been kidnapped already. I’m just trying to make sure my sister...!”

At that very second, you so happened to come to a stop. At that very second, you so happened to stare. At that very second, you so happened to recognise a face among strangers.

Roy was royally screwed. 

The little kid pointed at Roy as if he were the most wanted criminal in all of Amestris. “Lady!” he screeched. “I saw this guy watching you since you got here! He’s a creep! Call the cops!” Jean squinted at Roy. At first, he actually believed the kid was telling the truth. What kind of normal person wore a winter coat, a fedora, and a pair of sunglasses if not to deal drugs in the alleyways?

“Hold up...” Jean blinked owlishly. “Colonel, is that you?!”

You released Jean’s arm. “Oh, it’s him alright.” A menacing glare rose to your face as you cracked your knuckles. What was Roy supposed to do? The wrath of his sister was not something he could brace himself for, especially when she could be just as impulsive as Edward Elric.

Roy waved his arms in denial. “I don’t know what that kid’s talking about. I just happened to pass by, and in the process, I ended up dropping my wallet, which turned out to be in the bushes, so--”

“Save it.” You cracked your knuckles and pulled on a glove. “It’s time to crank up the heat, because we’re having fried Alchemist tonight.”

Anger. That was the only emotion you felt as you chased your big brother around the park. Today was supposed to be a big day. You planned to walk around, maybe go shopping, and spend the night wandering around with Jean for a whole day. But no. Your stupid, idiotic, big brother had to be the creepy party crasher.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Heat Of The Moment ~ JJK & KTH [Request] [Finale]

>>>Word count: 1.6K

>>> Genre: Fluff

>>> Pairing: Kim Taehyung x reader x jungkook

>>> Happy ending, this is a short one since it’s the end of the three part series that was originally supposed to just be one part lmaooo. Glad you all liked it enough to have three parts

The car ride home with Taehyung was silent except for the radio playing softly in the background, Taehyung was trying to stop his mind from racing. He'd seen you come out of the bathroom with Jungkook looking flustered and his mind was coming up with reasons as to why you would have done that. 

"We have to talk," Those simple words brought his world down, instantly he thought you were going to break up with him and go back to Jungkook and he looked at you. 

"Are you breaking up with me?" You laughed at him until you realised he was serious, 

"What? No. Tae I'm pregnant." The car swerved a little before he full regained control and tried to find somewhere to pull over but you were almost home so he kept driving wanting to get home right away. 

"You're really pregnant!?" He asked glancing from you to the road whenever he could, 

"Yes." You giggled looking at him and then at the road, you didn't want to get into a car accident after just telling him the wonderful news about your pregnancy,

"Can we get home before we celebrate here." You giggled once more and he nodded going back to driving, linking your hands together over the gearstick so he could be close to you even if he couldn't exactly sit next to you. 

"Do we announce it?" You questioned, you'd come home and sat down on the sofa so he could talk to you about it while running his hand over the bump that hadn't formed yet. He had so many questions and concerns about the pregnancy but right now all he cared about was spending the night with you and your unborn child. 

"We should get married first, I don't want people to think we only married for the pregnancy." You gritted your teeth and he knew something was wrong, he sat up and raised his eyebrow at you wanting to know what was wrong. 

"About that...Jungkook kind of already knows. He cornered me in the bathroom and wanted me to go back to him. Which I wouldn't...I'm over him and I only want you and our son or daughter." He smiled at you as you rushed to get your words out of your mouth, he felt relaxed now you'd told him why you were coming out of the bathroom with Jungkook. 

"Marriage first and then we announce it if Jungkook wants to go to the tabloids than let him." He linked your fingers together and you smiled at him wanting to sit like this with him forever and spend all your time in this one moment forever. 

"Names." He sighed laying his head down on your thighs and trying to come up with both boy and girl names for your unborn child while you played with his hair. 

'The Shotgun wedding' Was the headline that morning, what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life replaced with you worrying about tabloids and keeping paparazzi out of your wedding venue. The wedding had bee planned quickly but that was because you wanted to marry before you started to show, there was no way to avoid that you were marrying due to pregnancy but Jungkook didn't need to do this to you. If he even cared about you a little bit he would let you be happy with Taehyung, 

"Psst," You giggled hearing Taehyung from behind your changing room door, you stuck your hand out so you could hold hands without seeing one another. It was the one tradition his mother wanted you both to stick with. No seeing one another until the wedding came to be. 

"I bet you look stunning." He whispered to you through the door and you smiled at his words, somehow even though he wasn't looking at you he could still send shivers through your body. 

"I just want to hurry up and be Mrs Kim Taehyung." You laughed and he chuckled agreeing with you but then he fell silent and you knew he was about to drop some kind of bombshell onto you. 

"What- Do you not want to get married?" Your voice cracked and he squeezed your hand, 

"Of course I want to marry you. I just got some information that's all." Jimin stared at you from inside your changing room, he was standing in for your father and walking you down the aisle but he seemed to be taking his role a little too seriously.

"My dad's watching," You snickered and Taehyung sighed wanting to tell you everything he'd heard, he'd rather you hear it from him now rather than after the wedding when everybody would be talking about it. 

"What is it?" Your face fell and your hand dropped from Taehyung's. Jimin knew what the news was but didn't want to be the one to break it to you. It was starting to scare you the way that Jimin told you to sit down with him, your mind raced to a family member dying, the club burning down anything. 

"It's about Jungkook." You groaned not wanting to hear anything about him, not today. Not on your day. 

"Not today-"

"Yes. Today." Taehyung said, 

"I trust you'll tell her all of it Jimin?" Jimin agreed and Taehyung closed the door as he went to finish getting ready for the big moment. 

"What is it?" Jimin licked his lips trying to think of where to start with it, 

"It wasn't easy for him to come back you have to understand that," Comeback? Come back where? Where had he gone? 

"He came to the club?" You questioned, it was the only reasonable reason for him to be telling you all of this since you and Taehyung both had shares over the club now.

"I didn't want to see him at first. I couldn't stand what he had done to you and I told him to leave but he had nowhere else to go." You blinked at him not knowing what to do with this information so far. 

"He wants his job back-"

"But he has all of her money," Jimin shook his head and took your hands in his trying to word this so you would understand it. 

"She went into liquidation, it turns out she was embezzling money and cheques from her clients and selling counterfeit products. She's in prison" Your mouth formed an 'O' shape as you realised that Jungkook was back to square one, back in the place you were in when he left you. 

"Why are you telling me this?"

"I want to make sure it's okay for me to give him a job? He's spoken to me and I believe he's sorry for everything he did." You looked at your hands, you'd thought about it a lot since the day you walked out on him. You told him to go there and do what he did, you'd accepted him sleeping with her but it was the words he'd said to her when they were together that ended everything between you. 

"I know you need time to think it over but we had to tell you before someone brought it up later," You nodded at him still trying to think everything over. There was one thing you were sure of, you weren't ever going to go back to Jungkook and you were going to marry Taehyung, 

"Give him his job, he's good for business." You whispered to Jimin, he stared at you wondering if you were serious or if you were coming up with some kind of plan but you were serious. You didn't want to hold Jungkook back, you'd known him for years and you weren't about to let him live on the streets just because of something that had happened between you. 

"I'll let him know."

The wedding had gone by without a hitch and you were slow dancing with Taehyung on the dance floor looking up at one another lovingly as yous wayed in time to the music. 

"Y.n?" Your bright smile faded as you looked to your side to see Jungkook standing there, your heart stopped as he stared at you and Taehyung dancing together. He was dressed in a suit and faking a smile at you both, 

"I wanted to congratulate you both and thank you." You nodded at him and Taehyung kissed your cheek telling you that he was going to get a drink from the bar, he trusted you to know you wouldn't do anything with Jungkook. 

"Thank you for letting me have my job back." You shook your head and held out your hand for him to take, 

"That's what friends are for, I'm sorry about your girlfriend going prison," He shook your hand and started laughing at what you had said, you both knew that you didn't mean it and never would. 

"No, you're not." Your throat made an acknowledging noise and you nodded scrunching your eyes together, 

"You're right, I'm not." He chuckled thanking you for at least being honest about him with it. 

"I know we're not friends but I hope one day we can work our way back up to it." You nodded at him, it would take a lot more than him losing everything like you had for you to forgive him and be his friend but you could work on it. You were happy with what you had now and that was all that mattered to you. 

"Oh! It wasn't me that spoke to the tabloids either, I blabbed that night to her and she must have told them out of spite. I'm sorry." With that he walked away and Taehyung rejoined you at your side asking what had happened between you both, 

"He's going to work his way back to being my friend." He hummed and took your back into his arms, resuming your dancing to the slow music that was being pumped through the giant speakers ready to spend the rest of your married happy life together with your son or daughter by your side. 

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[airenyah]

what are the gayest destiel episodes you can think of?

ohhhhh i gotchu hold on (this is basically gonna end up being a list of my fave destiel episodes lmaooo)

ok so just a heads-up, i don’t really remember much from s10 onwards (a lot of those episodes i haven’t actually watched since they aired whoops) and i’m currently stuck at the beginning of s9 on my complete rewatch soooo this list focuses only on the first half of the show. i might do an update if i ever manage to finish my rewatch (and remember to post an update at all when the time comes)

ok here we go:

4x16 - On the Head of a Pin

dean calls cas “cas” to his face for the very first time

dean is all “you can't ask me to do this, cas. not this.” (about torturing alastair) and uriel is all “who said anything about asking”, but cas is all: “this is too much to ask, i know. but we have to ask it” and that is the moment that dean realizes that cas cares about him and his feelings/well-being and that’s when he demands to speak to cas alone 

and it’s only after cas tells dean he really doesn’t want dean being forced to do the torturing that Dean gives in (”i would give anything not to have you do this”)

like, it’s so obvious already how much cas cares about dean already and we’re only in s4

 cas is even starting to go down the path of disobedience (with a little help from anna admittedly, but still. he’s starting to consider it)

they’re so?? comfortable?? with each other. when cas visits dean at the hospital in the end

4x22 - Lucifer Rising

dean literally makes an angel fall in this ep, i mean come on... (the way cas shows up behind him all “you asked to see me” after dean smashes the angel statue cracks me up every single time gsdlka)

dean desperately trying to get cas to help him (bc he knows that IF there’s an angel that would help him it’s cas)

cas is too afraid though and dean gets pissed and literally breaks up with him (D: "you spineless, soulless son of a bitch. what do you care about dying? you're already dead. we're done." C: "dean-" D: "we're done!")

this is the episode in which cas makes his decision and chooses dean over heaven

5x03 - Free to Be You and Me

in the previous episode sam and dean had a fight and split up. this episode starts out with dean being pissed and annoyed and just in a bad mood in general

when cas shows up and asks for help dean is very grumpy and doesn’t want to help at first but then reluctantly agrees

throughout the episode, the more time dean spends with cas the better his mood gets (honestly this point is worthy of its own separate post, i have enough screenshots lmao)

like he’s even smiling at the end of the ep when he’s talking to cas in the car!! (except then he looks over and realizes cas has left mid-conversation again and that smile is wiped right off his face and i’m sad :( )

when they’re in that brothel dean mostly has eyes for cas, even when chastity the hooker is standing right next to him

after the brothel incident when dean is cracking up and goes “it's been a long time since I've laughed that hard. it's been more than a long time. years.” like... buddy. your crush is showing.

and the way cas smiles lovingly at dean laughing next to him

dean be like: “personal space”     also dean: *reaches into cas’s coat without hesitation* *fixes cas’s shirt and tie without hesitation*

also the funniest thing about the whole “personal space” moment in the motel is that there was more than enough space for dean to step aside and increase the distance between him and cas if he had really been all that uncomfortable but he just. doesn’t. no he just stays right where he is 

when raphael is trapped in the holy oil and threatens cas all “castiel, I'm warning you. do not leave me here. i will find you.” and cas goes “maybe one day. but today, you're my little bitch.” and walks away and dean tells raphael “what he said” like the impressed and proud boyfriend that he is

inside jokes (see here)

some more iconic quotes/moments from this episode:

“cas, we’ve talked about this. personal space”

“so, what, i'm thelma and you're louise and we're just going to hold hands and sail off this cliff together?”

“well. last night on earth. what are your plans?” “i just thought i'd sit here quietly.”

“let me tell you something. there are two things i know for certain. one, bert and ernie are gay. two, you are not gonna die a virgin. not on my watch.”

5x14 - My Bloody Valentine

hunter husbands!!

the way that dean is not in the mood for hook-ups on valentine’s day and then goes to stare at cas like That

that iconic phone call at the hospital where cas just appears in front of dean who nearly runs into him

cas be looking at sam while listing all the things people can be starving for, and then looks at dean before saying “love” 

ok i know this doesn’t have that many points but really this entire ep is great, i very much enjoy all the interactions between cas and dean in this ep

like when dean is not hungry and cas is all “you're not gonna finish that?” and grabs the plate without waiting for an answer bc they’re this married in s5 already

6x20 - The Man Who Would Be King

i mean... this one is obvious isn’t it

this ep is literally all about how cas is doing everything for the winchesters aka dean

the way sam and bobby cautiously voice their suspicions of cas to dean has the same energy as carefully breaking it to a family member that you think their partner is cheating on them 

and when they trap cas in the holy oil and confront him dean also acts like a betrayed wife(gn)

which is such a stark contrast to how sam and bobby react to the betrayal (they’re mostly just like “eh this sucks” while dean is emotionally affected)

and even in the following episodes dean is way more affected by cas’s betrayal than sam and bobby are and dean is the one who argues the most with cas (honestly, this entire arc is literally that post that’s all “how do i know dean is in love with cas? bc sam isn’t”)

ok but the holy oil scene is truly like a soap opera (i mean... “where were you when i needed to hear it?” “i was there. where were you?” and dean looking back at cas one last time before running away)

this is their first big break-up and it takes them until the s7 finale to make up

special shoutout to cas watching dean rake leaves

this ep is a LOT

7x17 - The Born-Again Identity

dean’s FACE when he sEES CAS. and then DEAN’S FACE AGAIN when “emmanuel” is all “what’s your issue?”

dean’s face all throughout that first scene with “emmanuel” and daphne, I’M

“you know, I used to be able to just shake this stuff off. you know, whatever it was. It might take me some time, but... i always could. what cas did... i just can't – i don't know why” BECAUSE YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH HIM, IDIOT

the way dean interrupts all irritated when meg goes “i think we're gonna be good friends too” at “emmanuel” (jealous bf much gsdlksafd)

the way dean kept the trenchcoat just in case so he can give it back to cas should he return (which ofc he did)!!!!

7x21 - Reading is Fundamental

yet another one of those “how do I know dean is in love with cas? bc sam isn’t”

at the beginning of the ep at some point sam’s phone rings and when he says that meg (who is watching over cas at the mental hospital) is calling, dean is quick to stand up and even tho meg called sam, dean is the one who ends up having the phone call with her lmao

also dean has no chill during that phone call lmao (he’s irritated when he finds out meg didn’t call them right then and there as soon as cas woke up and he’s immediately concerned when meg says cas is different, while sam’s just standing there holding his phone out to dean, being all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ lmao)

dean: *pissed af at cas*    also dean: *almost breaks his own neck at the speed with which he whips his head around at the mention of cas’s name and is desperate to know his location when cas calls meg after dean blasted him away with some other angels at the hospital*

ok no but then meg tells cas their location and cas zaps into the car and it’s hilarious how quick dean is to interrupt whenever cas turns his attention to meg in that scene

8x07 - A Little Slice of Kevin

dean seeing cas everywhere

when you see your best dudebro outside the window in the middle of a storm but when you get up he’s gone and you feel like crap because you could’ve made it out of the war zone together and you just cannot fathom why he didn’t try harder and you just don’t understand why you’re feeling what you’re feeling (and judging by dean’s reaction to sam’s suggestion, clearly it’s not survivor’s guilt)

dean’s FACE when cas suddenly appears behind him in the bathroom

jacting joices: the infamous boner scene (yet another example of “how do I know dean is in love with cas? bc sam isn’t”)

jacting joices pt 2: sam and dean are talking case and then cas walks over to join the conversation and there is literally no reason for dean to check cas out (see here)

during the rescue mission when cas zaps into the room and has a stand-off with crowley and then when dean finally manages to break into the room, can i just say... the way dean immediately rushes to cas (who’s ended up on the floor) and grabs him by the shoulder before he bothers to look around the room

D: “that was a bonehead move back there. you could have gotten yourself killed. why didn't you wait for me?” C: “well, i didn't get killed. and it worked” D: “and if it didn't?” C: “it would have been my problem.” D: “well, that's not the way i see it.”

the purgatory flashbacks when dean keeps insisting that cas is coming along with them back to earth and won’t hear otherwise

“i did everything I could to get you out – everything! i did not leave you.”  “so you think this was your fault?”

“look, I don't need to feel like hell for failing you, okay? for failing you like i've failed every other godforsaken thing that i care about! i don't need it!”

i know we hate buckleming but this episode, man. this episode

8x08 - Hunteri Heroici

i was gonna put this as a special shoutout but then it turned out that i had more to say about this ep than i initially thought

it’s the way dean and cas keep gravitating towards each other in the first half of the episode. no seriously, they somehow keep ending up beside each other and you start wondering “what’s personal space” (friendly reminder that this is the ep right after they’re finally back together again after purgatory)

the married energy and the bickering

the “talk to me” scene where cas finally opens up to dean (but then interrupting moose strikes)

at the retirement home dean to sam and cas: “no flirting you two” then CUT to: dean and cas sitting at a table with an elderly lady who is staring at cas with heart eyes and... lady: “you are so pretty, charles” dean: *must look at young nurse’s butt immediately to distract myself from gay thoughts*

i’m sorry but the way he smiles so widely at cas at one point when they’re talking to that lady, like, she’s just called cas a bounder and dean’s amused about that but his amusement is not in any way malicious and his face is just so full of love when he looks at Cas, it’s embarrassing really (see here)

9x06 - Heaven Can't Wait

ok so i haven’t watched this ep in like 5 years so my memories on this aren’t as fresh as with the previous eps but! it’s the way that cas and dean act exactly like exes (who are still in love with each other) in this ep

dean’s face as he’s staring at cas through the shop window

dean’s smile when he shows up inside the shop

the entire “i can’t let you do this cas” scene in the car

the infamous fanfiction gap

special shout out to:

5x18 - Point of No Return for all the bickering (“you know what? blow me, cas”) and especially  “well, cas, not for nothing, but the last person who looked at me like that… i got laid.”

6x10 - Caged Heat for the pizza man and dean’s reaction to all the megstiel (like jealous bf much?)

6x19 - Mommy Dearest for the strong married energy dean and cas give off in this ep (honestly, all their bickering, it’s glorious) (friendly reminder that this is right before tmwwbk) 

7x23 - Survival of the Fittest for the “i’d rather have you cursed or not” scene

8x02 - What's Up, Tiger Mommy? for the purgatory flashbaks with that one monster calling cas dean’s angel and the reunion scene by the river with highlights such as “nice peach fuzz” and “i prayed to you cas, every night” and “i have a price on my head, and i've been trying to stay one step ahead of them, to – to keep them away from you” and “cas, we're getting out of here. we're going home” and “cas, buddy, i need you” and “let me bottom-line it for you. i'm not leaving here without you. understand?”

8x17 - Goodybe Stranger for “i don't know, dean. if he's so sketchy, then why were you praying to him?” and the entire crypt scene (yes this is a big one and yes i’m still only putting it as a special shoutout and yes it’s bc of the megstiel content this ep ok bye <3)

#there is also the late s9 ep where cas chooses dean over an angel army #then i vaguely remember 11x03 being a good destiel ep #and the s12 ep with the ''i love you. i love all of you''?? #i know people are still going crazy over the mix tape but i don't remember if the ep itself was very gay #oh and 13x06 - tombstone gets talked about a lot as well #when cas comes back to life at the end of the widower arc and dean goes from extremely depressed to happy af #15x09 was a pretty good one as well i think #and ofc 15x18 with the big ''i love you'' #anyway this was fun #i should really continue with my spn rewatch #but the thing is that i'm actually journaling and making notes #and that requires brain #and i currently just don't have the energy to make all this effort just for a tv show #who knows if i'm ever gonna finish this project #oh well #asks #anon #destiel #spn #lmk if i've missed anything (from s4-s8 that is)

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Pied Piper Pt. 4 (fin) // (M)

genre: smut; fluff; jiminxreader

warnings: seggs in public places

a/n: why is part 3 getting more likes than part 2 lmaooo

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 (fin)

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you’ve only been at the school for 11 months but you’ve met the boy you think is the love of your life. you didn’t know anything about his past but he gives you the world and treats you like a princess; no wonder he had so many girls running after him. you wondered every now and then how you got so lucky to get a guy that’s so handsome and respectful. he would often take you out to expensive places or buy you pricey gifts but he wouldn’t let you give them back.

today was your 10 month anniversary and you had no clue what to get him; we was the one that usually got you gifts and you were quite poor so it was harder for you. you’d spent the past week preparing for what you were gonna give him but nothing came to mind. your last choice was to either give him nothing or to reserve a fancy restaurant.

“hey baby, how did you sleep last night?” jimin says into your ear as he holds you from the back and kisses your neck. you smiled at him and answered, “i couldn’t really sleep last night, but i feel fine. what about you?” he smiles and walks around you to stand in front of you and takes your hands. “i slept good, i dreamt of you so i lost no sleep,” he says. it was so cheesy it even made him cringe. dahyun was silently rolling her eyes - she didn’t like the thought of you two together.

jimin hadn’t mentioned your anniversary yet and you were quite upset he didn’t but you couldn’t say anything because you didn’t get him anything. when he isn’t talking to you or when you’re caught up in your thoughts, jimin caught you looking upset or down. he thought it was because he hadn’t said anything about your anniversary yet so he felt bad for keeping a secret but he knew he wouldn’t regret it later.

the end of the school day had finally arrived and you were ready to enjoy your weekend alone, seeing as your boyfriend forgot your 10 month anniversary. you left the class without saying bye to him, maybe he would take the hint that you’re upset. he ran after you and grabbed your hand. “y/n... where are you going?” he said shyly, looking at his feet. “i’m going home. i’ll see you only monday,” you say quickly before kissing his cheek and walking of. he’s upset that you’re mad at him.

*

it’s 5 pm and jimin hadn’t said anything to you. you stare at your phone, seeing jimin go online and offline without talking to you and your eyes begin to well up. you can barely see anything when your phone starts buzzing in your hand. you quickly wipe your eyes and look at the name that lights up your screen. “jimin <3”. you scream internally and answer the phone immediately. “yeah?” you say softly. “get the box outside your house and be ready in an hour, i’ll pick you up at 6,” jimin says before he puts the phone down and you run to your front door. there the box is. you grab it and sprint to your room and tear the lid off.

there’s a small, silky, nude dress folded neatly with a pair of black heels next to it. there’s a pair of earrings and a little box. inside the box is a little ring with diamonds woven into a rose gold line. you smile to yourself and shake your head. “what an asshole,” you think as you hold the dress to your body. you take your time getting ready and doing your hair and makeup when your mom comes into your room. she looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “where are you going?” she asks. “i’m going out with jimin. it’s our anniversary today,” you reply. “enjoy,” she says as she walks out, closing the door behind herself.

you finish putting in your new earrings and spraying yourself with a new perfume your mom bought you so you start getting ready to leave. under some paper in the box jimin dropped off, was a small, black chanel handbag. you put your phone and some extra makeup in the bag, just for in case. you looked in the mirror and took a deep breath; you had gone on many dates with jimin, but never one this fancy. you prepared yourself mentally to meet him and you walked to the door. “bye mom, see you later,” you shout. “okay honey, enjoy,” she replies.

you open your phone to message jimin to ask if he’s left yet when he messages you first. “i’m outside, are you ready?” your face suddenly get hot but when you open the door, you see jimin, in a neat all black suit with his blonde hair pushed back, standing outside an expensive looking black car. what else would you expect?

he walks around to the passengers seat and opens the door. “come on, we should get going now, we don’t want to be late now, would we?” he says smoothly, smirking just a little, trying to hide his huge ego. you climb in the car and all you can smell is his unique smell. you smile as he gets in and reverses out of the driveway.

as he drives to wherever you were going, he has his hand on your thigh and he massages it lightly. he then takes your hand and puts it on the gear shifter and exhilarates. you find him steering with one hand extremely attractive and you could watch it all day.

you finally arrive at a fancy restaurant at a mall you didn’t even know was in your town and he parks the car in the mall parking lot. when you two walk in you see the whole restaurant is empty. “where’s everyone?” you say. “i booked the whole restaurant for us so we can enjoy ourselves properly,” jimin replies. you try not to show it but you’re so shocked that jimin would go this far for you.

you’re seated at a table for 2 and 2 waiters bring over your food. you’ve never tasted something that good and the drinks were so nice. you and jimin talk and laugh together for the next 3 hours in the restaurant as you go through full course meals and dessert. when jimin looks at you, you can see the love in his eyes. even when you aren’t talking, he just stares at you and watches the little things you do that make him so happy. you feel like jimin does too much for you, and you didn’t want it to look, or feel, like you were mooching off him.

after you leave the restaurant and enter his car, jimin pushes the passenger and the driver seat down as far forward as they can go. he then opens the back door and tells you to get in. you already know where this is heading and when you get in, you immediately begin to unclip your heels and throw them, along with your handbag, on the floor where they wouldn’t bother you. when jimin opened the door, his eyes were dark and filled with lust. it seemed that jimin had something other than dinner on his mind tonight.

as he closed the door behind him with one hand, the other was unbuckling his belt while yours unbuttoned his shirt. “fuck, y/n i’ve been waiting the whole night for this. you turn me so on, especially in that dress, i’m glad i chose that one,” jimin says in a hoarse voice, he’s breathing heavily. his hair was falling into his face and you couldn’t be more turned on; you had jimin in a suit, hair slick back and you now see him falling apart like this just for you. you just wanted to skip all the talking and have him inside you.

once the door is closed, and his dick is out, you put his whole length in your mouth and bob your head up and down. it makes you feel so good to hear jimin moaning for you and the things you did to him. it almost makes you want to moan. after a bit of you sucking him off, you remove your mouth completely from him and he moans at the loss of contact but you pull your underwear to the side and push him into you, and let him fill you completely.

you both moan together at your actions. you swing your one leg over jimins thighs so you can straddle and ride him properly. jimin sits back and holds your waist, his hands guiding you up and down. as you’re riding, jimin kisses and sucks at your neck, leaving his usual dark marks. he massages your waist and every now and then bucks his hips up into you and every time you moan as loud as you can.

jimin starts rubbing your clit and you moan even more. “fuck, jimin, i’m gonna come,” you moan loudly. “come for me baby, i want you to come for me,” he whispers in your ear, as he does every time, and every time it takes you to your highest, most euphoric feeling. jimins high pitched moans also mean he’s at his high and he’s moving his hips to let you both ride out your highs.

once’s you’re both finished, you sit on jimins lap; him dripping from the insides of your legs. you’re both sweating and the windows of the car are fogged up. you and jimin just sit there, looking into each other’s eyes for a few seconds when someone knocks on the window. both yours and jimins eyes are wide and you don’t know what to do. jimin slides the window down enough to see who the person was, but not enough for them to see you.

when jimin sees the face he smiles and slides it down further. the person couldn’t see anything bad because you were covering jimin and you were still in your dress. “park jimin. long time no see,” the man says and chuckles. “jeon jungkook, i haven’t seen you in weeks man,” jimin says and he looks all excited. you’ve heard of jungkook before but you’ve never met him and all you could say was that he was damn fine.

“you two sure had a good time, i got a few complaints from a few people saying there’s screaming coming from the parking lot, good thing i stopped a few people from knocking on the window while you were still busy,” he said. “thanks man, i’ll see you around,” jimin says before he rolls the window back up. you two look at each other for a few seconds before breaking out into laughter. “okay let’s head home, it’s getting late, it’s already 10pm,” jimin says as he pushes the seats back up.

*

you arrive at jimins house and you look at him. “my mom doesn’t know i’m sleeping here, i don’t think this is a good idea,” you say. “i’ve already told her, don’t worry,” he replies. he parks the car in his garage and he takes your hand to lead you to his room. he gives you one of his hoodies for you to sleep in and when you put it on, it’s way too big for you. you get into bed and he gets in after you. you snuggle up into his arms and he holds you tightly.

you’re in love with park jimin.

#bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin fluff #jimin x reader #bts jimin #kim taehyung #bts #bts smut #jimin smut #park jimin

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Lost In This Moment

The day had finally come to an end, a long, exhausting day at that. They had saved not only Los Angeles, but the rest of the world from tragedy once against. If you had asked Michelle Dessler that she would reconcile with her husband during the day, she’d probably just laugh it off. She missed him so much, but she couldn’t stay and watch him ruin his life with his drinking. And today they were given their second, third, fourth chance? She had lost count by now.

This time was going to be different, they had made promises to leave CTU behind, they would start their own company and enjoy each other’s company for once without worrying about when the next phone call would come or the next terrorist would strike again.

But even as good as the day had gone for the two of them, Jack was going to lose everything. His identity, his family, his life. It didn’t matter how much good he did for his country, it only mattered how bad he did it. The same thing happened to Tony, they locked him up for years for protecting his wife, the same thing Jack did years ago and nothing happened to him.

On that fateful day was the beginning of the end of their marriage. Tony wasn’t the same man he was and that took a toll on both of them. After his pardon from the president, they went home where Tony didn’t say one word. She gave him space at first, but when he started to disappear for days on end was when she got worried. She always found him at bars, always drunk out of his mind and still, he didn’t say anything to her.

Did he blame her? She blamed herself, it was her fault he was in prison in the first place. If she only hadn’t listened to Jack when she did instead of getting kidnapped again they might not even be where they are today. She should’ve been more careful on the ride back to the NHS. She should’ve fought harder, should’ve done so many other things.

She always tried to talk to him, but there was always no response. She didn’t know what to do anymore and after one night when he finally talked, it was an argument that got blown out of proportion. They both said things they didn’t mean for the most part until he pointed his finger at her, blaming her for the way he was acting.

She had had enough and maybe leaving would be best for him. She already had the divorce papers in her bedroom upstairs and she went to retrieve them after packing up her essentials and never looked back. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him or miss him, it was the complete opposite. She thought he was better off without her.

And now here he was, driving her car after dropping Jack off with their hands interlocked. Today had been the first day she'd seen him in six months and he looked a lot better. For the first time in a year and a half, it was a comfortable silence. They said everything they needed to earlier and they would still need to talk about everything that happened the day of the virus and afterwards since they never had, but it could wait for now.

He stole a glance at her and noticed everything that others would’ve missed. He noticed how she lost weight even though she had always been small, he noticed the bags under her eyes that she tried to hide, he noticed her straightened hair, and most of all, he noticed the despair in her eyes.

Something he put there.

When he was pushing her away, going out drinking every night, he didn’t see how much it was tearing her apart.

A lone tear slid down his cheek at the memories. He didn’t deserve her and god knows why she was even willing to give him a second chance.

“Hey, you okay?” He heard her ask him.

“I’m perfect,” he picked up their intertwined hands and placed a kiss to her knuckle, a silent promise that he was going to be better for her this time.

“I love you.”

He let his eyes flutter close for a second, soaking in her words before whispering them back, “I love you so much.”

She hoped he knew how much she loved him. She still felt so guilty about choosing other people over him, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to forgive her after what he did.

The tears she had been trying to hold back were finally starting to make their way down her cheeks. She tried to control her breathing but Tony already heard her and next thing she knew, the car was on the side of the road.

“I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Tony.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“I-I didn’t choose you, not like you did. And I thought I killed you. If you had died today because of me-” she didn’t finish her sentence, too scared of what her new reality almost was.

“You made the right choice, Michelle. If you hadn’t, you might be sitting in a jail cell right now and we wouldn’t be here.” She was still avoiding him so he cupped her face in his hands and turned her face to meet his. “I’m not mad.”

“You’re not?”

“No, I love you so much and…” he took a deep breath before continuing. “And if anything, I should be the one apologizing to you. I noticed how it looks like you haven’t been eating or sleeping and that look in your eyes… all of that is because of me. Because I pushed you away and made your life hell. I love you more than anything and you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and yet, I treated you so badly and I don’t understand why I’m even here with you right now.” He finished, tears in his eyes.

“Because I love you,” she said simply and the look in her eyes told him all he needed to know. There was nothing but love and adoration in her eyes for him.

He pulled her to know, kissing her softly but conveying all the words he couldn’t say just yet. It only lasted a few seconds but when she pulled back, she smiled widely at him.

“Let’s go home,” she said and he mirrored her smile.

Home was wherever she was and vice versa.

I really need to spend my time doing something more than writing TnM fics 😃 I started and now I cant stop lmaooo

#michelle dessler #tony almeida #24 fanfiction #24 the show #24 #Tony x Michelle #I haven’t watched past day 3 yet bc I cant deal with that sadness so this is based solely on my memory from day 4 ifjfjdjd

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What’s Kirsty’s relationship with Jess like? (I know you touched on it a bit in the Yale ask but I wanna know more!)

Short answer: “true friends don’t judge each other, they judge other people together” meets “slow burn found family”

Long Answer: oh boy buckle up we’re getting an Outline™ bc I really don’t know how to sum it up bc it’s a lot of growth and shit!  it’s like... many many paragraphs so I’m tossing this under a cut bc i don’t want to be murdered lmao

(I’m just... v proud of how much work went into planning out their whole arc and how the dynamic shifts and how certain plots play into things and I just wanted to share it all I couldn’t chill and I’m like half sorry but thank you for this ask I love them)

So when they first meet they don’t really get along because they’re just generally both kind of abrasive and shit, like it’s not personal on either end but they both generally push people away so that they don’t open themselves up to get hurt which makes their first couple of meetings kind of rough

but then there’s the dinner at Lorelai’s and Kirsty went outside because the whole vibe was just setting her on edge, and she hears the Lorelai rant bullshit (hi lorelai he’s seventeen and your an adult grow the fuck up) and as he leaves she goes after him — she tries to apologize for “my mom being... well, the way she is” and Jess immediately snaps back that he doesn’t want her pity, and Kirsty just shrugs and goes “nah dude I get it, parents suck.  My dad is a piece of shit and my mom, well, you’ve met her... not to mention she named Rory after herself and me after my piece of shit dad so I’m sure you can guess who her favourite child is” and just keeps it very chill and Jess takes that a lot better than pity and they end up talking for a bit and are like “yeah okay I can get along with you” and like they aren’t close but they both like pissing Taylor off and giving Luke ulcers so it works well enough

Kirsty absolutely flips her shit when Taylor calls the town meeting about Jess like she tears into him more aggressively than anyone has seen before and basically tells them all to shut the fuck up and “let him at least settle in before you pull out the fucking pitchforks” and goes off on them all for trying to bully a seventeen year old kid out of a town he didn’t even choose to move to and like Luke still gets there and flips his shit too but Kirsty is completely feral calling out the hypocrisy and telling them to get off their high horses and pull their heads out of their asses — like they might not be close but Kirsty is so far beyond pissed at the idea of Taylor calling a meeting literally just to get everyone to hate Jess that she can’t just stand there quietly 

Fast forward a bit and they’re getting along a bit better, Kirsty spends so much time at the diner that she and Jess have taken to talking during Jess’ shifts and Kirsty helps out when she can so they’re starting to actually get along, Kirsty has figured out the tells for when Jess just can’t deal with people anymore and will make up all sorts of excuses to get him a break (anything from ‘hey can you read over this essay’ to ‘hey did you remember to grab that book from upstairs’ to basically anything else that comes to mind) which he appreciates and when he’s on his breaks he sits at the counter to do homework with her

By the Bracebridge dinner they’re like actually friends, and when Jess meets Tristan for the first time he’s fully prepared to hate him but when he sees how shitty Lorelai is being about Tristan he’s just like “okay guess we’re in the same boat” so the three of them end up working together to stay as far away from Lorelai as possible for most of the night and Kirsty is just very grateful for the buffer because like she just can’t deal with Lorelai and Jess remembers her comment on the “you can guess who the favourite is” and starts to see how much Lorelai’s disapproval actually bothers Kirsty

fast forward even more to Christopher coming to town and with Sherry and all that and oof Kirsty is not okay like her relationship with Christopher is terrible and Jess kind of knows this already (based on the fact that Kirsty asked Luke to stand in for her dad at the debutante ball because she wanted nothing to do with Christopher; and he’s heard her bitch about him before) but when Christopher and Sherry come to the house, Kirsty excuses herself for “dance rehearsal” and runs over to the diner and Luke is out at the moment and Kirsty is Not Okay™ and Jess is the one who sees her just standing in the doorway shaking and clearly about to start crying and he just quietly leads her up to the apartment and sits down and lets her sort of collapse on the couch and she tells him about Christopher and about how unreliable and flakey he always was and how Luke has always been more her dad than him and he always shows up and tries to play happy family and then bails as soon as he gets bored or something comes up and about how now he’s apparently changing and becoming mr family man and why wasn’t she worth changing for

and jess has no idea how to handle this whole breakdown because he's a little bit emotionally stunted (which is fair and so is she) but it definitely resonates with him and he ends up sitting next to her and telling her that if Christopher wasn’t willing to change for she and Rory then it’s because of him not her and trying to comfort her even though he really doesn’t know how, and ends up opening up to her about Liz and his life before Stars Hollow too.  It’s more than either of them have shared with anyone before and it’s very strange tbh — at this point they’re definitely veering into the friend category but neither of them would admit it, not to mention they don’t talk that often because neither of them wants to deal with a Lorelai Gilmore Hissy Fit, you know?

(also a sidenote, Tristan is completely chill about literally all of this like he and Kirsty are the healthiest relationship and have very good communication skills now and he's just like “hey I don’t live nearby and Kirsty hates cars, I’m just glad she has someone to talk to”)

and okay so now we’re at the episode where Lorelai accuses Jess of stealing the bracelet and this is just as Kirsty is getting home, and Lorelai is more of a bitch than in canon (but seriously Lorelai grow up and let Dean deal with his own relationship issues ugh) — as Jess is leaving, Kirsty turns around and calls Lorelai out on being an absolute bitch and on the fact that she’s an adult and Jess is seventeen and to grow the fuck up because she’s acting like her mother and believe it or not she doesn’t actually know everything.  Kirsty then sort of storms off, and Jess ends up walking with her and just goes “hey, thanks for that” and Kirsty goes “don’t mention it” and they just sort of laugh and part ways so she can go to Miss Patty’s but anyways I’m soft for Kirsty fighting the entire town for him

then we have the hilarious scene of Kirsty looking Dean in the eye, knowing full well that he literally just saw her getting out of Tristan’s car, and going “yes I’m completely in love with jess is that a problem” and jess going “oh Kirsty I’m really flattered but while you were gone I started talking to Paris and I think I’m in love” and they’re just such little shits I love them

and okay now I promise we’re getting close to the speedrun part of this relationship lmaooo

so Kirsty is the one who ends up tutoring Jess and like he’s not on the verge of flunking because Kirsty has already been forcing him to do his homework semi regularly but he has trouble staying on task (he’s a mood) so Kirsty is basically there to make sure that he gets all of his final projects done — they take a break to go get ice cream and the car accident happens and Kirsty gets injured and she’s having a panic attack and she begs Jess to stay with her so he does, she lies to the hospital staff and tells them that he’s her step-brother so that he can stay with her because she’s afraid of hospitals and doesn’t want to be alone.  He stays with her until they hear Lorelai and then sneaks out the window; at this point Kirsty has finally called him her friend — while high on painkillers and introducing him to Richard and Emily, who she had him call because she knew Lorelai wouldn’t (they like him much better in this !verse than canon because Kirsty knows how to play them lmao)

Lorelai still pitches a fit to Luke and Jess still leaves and jesus christ when Kirsty finds out about all of that she flips her shit even more than she did at the town meeting, calls Lorelai petty and selfish and a shit mother and tells her that she’s more like Emily than she wants to admit, and this is very possibly when Kirsty finally drops one of my favourite lines of hers — “you and Rory might be best friends first and mother daughter second but I never needed a best friend, I needed a mom.  And now I don’t want either.” — and crashes at either Luke’s or Miss Patty’s (and is not thrilled when she finds out that Lorelai called Christopher and that he’s now back and awnting to play dad again)

fast forward and Kirsty knows Jess is in New York but they haven’t talked and Sookie’s wedding happens and Kirsty and Lorelai have their huge fight (this is the other point where that favourite line might happen, I’m torn) and Kirsty packs up and moves to New York for the summer to play Victoria in Cats on Broadway

She gets to New York and she’s staying at a hotel provided by the production company and she’s lonely and miserable and she’s never really been alone before and low and behold she stumbles into some diner on the verge of tears (just a bad day and everything is too much and she’s about to break) when all of a sudden she hears “wow, deja vu.  Coffee?” and she turns around and low and behold it’s Jess Mariano.  She accepts and sits at the diner until his shift is done and then they leave together and catch up and he offers to be her tour guide, and over the next week they become really close (all of both of their coworkers think that they’re siblings at this point) and blah blah lots of details I won’t get into bc seriously how many paragraphs is this thing, but Emily and Richard end up renting Kirsty this huge penthouse apartment and she manages to convince them to let Jess live with her and they become super close and kind of codependent and skip right over the friend stage to the “this is my brother, Jess” stage lmao and basically everyone in stars hollow except for lorelai and rory (bc kirsty and lorelai aren’t talking for most of the summer and rory is in dc so she and kirsty aren’t talking much either) know because they all came out for her opening weekend and everyone thinks it’s hilarious and their new york friends think Luke is their dad bc he called them “my kids” without thinking about it

also Tristan visits as much as he can get away with and seriously he and Jess become really good friends too and they’re just like, an iconic trio okay I love them

fast forward they go back to stars hollow together the day of the summer festival thing and that’s when Lorelai and Rory find out about their friendship and Lorelai is Not Happy and then Tristan shows up and the three of them are being adorable and having a great time and Lorelai flips out and there’s yet another fight (seriously Lorelai pls stop assuming you always know best, you don’t) and the fight is angsty but there’s the softness of jess finally really accepting that Kirsty meant it when she said that things weren’t going to change when they got back to stars hollow and they don’t and it’s just great

and in season 3 they’re just still all soft and codependent and Lorelai is forced to accept that Jess knows Kirsty better than she does and Rory has some really fun “what the actual fuck” moments watching Lorelai & Luke and Kirsty & Jess have the exact same arguments because Kirsty did inherit Lorelai’s ability to annoy people into doing things like participating in town events and season 3 is just very very soft and there are so many scenes/episodes that I’m so excited for

and anyways this was so long and I’m sorry but also I’m not because like i just really love this dynamic and I want to just like skip two seasons and just write new york & season three because i love them so muchhhhhhhh and anyways yeah 

TLDR they’re a slowburn rivals to found family with a speedrun towards the end and i fucking love them so much

#ask #answered #papergirlverse #kirsty gilmore #about kirsty #kirsty x jess #but like platonic

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #401

“my love is just waiting to turn your tears to roses”

Do you typically do your makeup the same each time? Or do you like to change it up often? IF I wear makeup, it's essentially always the same. Who is the last person you were in a room with just the two of you? What were you doing? Yesterday with Mom. We were trying to find the best deal on Eco Earth, a substrate we're getting for Venus. What was the last really good book you read, and what was it about? If we're talking REALLY good book, then The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. In short summary, it's a dystopian future novel where women are now basically just objects used only for repopulation, even having their names stripped from them. They follow very strict rules as society has returned to horrible misogyny. As a woman, the "oh my god, this is possible" aspect of it is terrifying, and it causes such a sense of disgust and urge to ensure women rights always continue to be fought for. Do you feel safe in your country? For the most part, I'd say. I guess. There are places I'd feel safer, though. How many meals do you eat a day? Three. Have you ever performed a solo dance in front of a crowd? No, but I was supposed to my senior year in high school; the seniors at my dance studio were always welcome to do a solo in celebration. Mine was a modern dance to "Coma White" by Marilyn Manson, wanting to tell a story about depression and how being medicated could feel, but I eventually decided like halfway through learning the choreography that I was just too nervous to do a solo. Have you ever sung a solo? No. When you go to McDonalds, what drink do you usually get? Coke. Have you ever had to call and complain about a product you bought? No. Do you own a designer purse? Definitely not. I'm not wasting that much money on something like that. What’s the weirdest rumor you’ve ever heard about yourself? Apparently, Jason and I had a baby in high school even though I was obviously never pregnant. To my knowledge, it was started by his ex. Who is now a good friend of mine lmaooo. Life is funny. What was your favorite Saturday morning cartoon growing up? Pokemon, of course. Would you ever have an affair? Nope. Would you ever have a one night stand? Nope. Where you present at any major historical events (e.g. 9/11)? No. What are your opinions on marijuana legalization? Legalize it, but treat it similarly to alcohol in that driving under the influence is illegal and punishable, and I believe you should be of a certain age. How about abortion? I am pro-choice. I was pro-life most of my own life, but now I am very firm about a mother being able to choose if she wants to endure a pregnancy or not. Like, that is a MASSIVE life event that almost inevitably changes - and sometimes traumatizes - people. I do believe a fetus is its own body and not part of the mother's, but rather in the mother's, but the belief that a woman decides what she wants in her body is her choice, too. I'm not very fond of people treating abortion as a simple, regular form of birth control, like it's nothing but an "lol whoops," but I still believe it is ultimately her decision, and she should always be free of judgment for doing what is best for her. Do you wear skirts or dresses more often? Neither. I wouldn't dare wear a skirt more so, though. What do you think about tipping at restaurants? There should always be an expected minimum, imo, unless the person was truly, sincerely, genuinely fucking awful. Waiters do not have an easy job, fight me about it, and they're just trying to survive while putting on a happy, jovial face, all the while dealing with hungry people who can be such assholes. I believe the actual tip should relate to actual service, but again, give them something. Would you ever get back together with any of your exes? One, absolutely. The other would take a shitload of consideration and proper communication on his part. Do you have a preferred coffee brand? No, because I don't like coffee. Do you usually befriend your coworkers, or do you prefer to keep work separate from your personal life? IF I had a job, I'd like to build a friendship with those I have to engage with almost every day. What is something you frequently forget? Dates, ages, names, what I was about to do five seconds before I forgot... Pretty much everything. My memory is frightfully poor. Is there any drama currently going on with your family? No. When you take a nap, do you nap in bed or on the couch? In my bed. Were you raised by both of your parents? If not, then who raised you? Both; my parents split when I was somewhere around 17, though, but I'd say there wasn't much more "raising" to do at that age. Have you ever stolen anything? If so, why? No. Have you ever plagiarized someone else's work? Hell no. What's your most-used mode of transportation? My mom's car. Have you ever taught someone else a useful skill? Not to my recollection. Does seeing everyone else's 'perfect lives' posted on social media ever bring you down or affect how you feel about yourself? It actually does, honestly. Not ALWAYS, but if I'm being honest, it does most of the time. I've contemplated deleting Facebook for that reason, but with is also comes things that make me happy, and I think I'd feel even more isolated without it. What is your favorite Hostess/Little Debbie snack? This is SO impossible for me to answer. I loooove Hostess and Little Debbie treats. I want to say honeybuns, but I also love those chocolate cupcakes with the white swirls on top, as well as Twinkies. Very few exist that I don't like. Do you/your family buy loafs from the bakery or bagged on the shelf? We just buy bagged bread. What’s the best news you’ve gotten lately? My APAP mask is definitively WORKING!!!!! :') Mom got an app that connects to the machine via Bluetooth that monitors the effectiveness of the mask, evaluating many factors of your sleep, and it's detecting a definite decrease in disruptive behaviors or something like that. It is so, SO encouraging to know that. ^And, the worst? Hm. Oh, probably some news on something serious a good friend is going through, but I don't feel it's my right to disclose what. It's just a very worrying and potentially dangerous issue that I wish I could help her with. Would you rather receive (or give) flowers, chocolates or jewelry? I'd appreciate any, but my fat ass is drawn to the chocolate, ha ha. What *I* would give would vary depending on what the person liked. How do you feel about coconut? Smells lovely, but is otherwise gross. ^ Ever cracked one open? No, but omg I've always wanted to, haha. What’s the best thing about being your gender? I guess the fact it's more "normal" and "accepted" to show our emotions. Fuck that generalization, though. I don't give a shit what your gender is, you experiencing emotions is NORMAL and welcomed to be expressed. ^ And the worst thing? The ability to be raped and impregnated by it. Do you do your part to save the earth? I don't do nearly enough. :/ We recycle, but that's about it. Well, none of us DARE to litter either, but I still don't feel like it's as much as the earth deserves from its denizens. Who do you think should have their portrait on a bill? I don't know or care. Why did you last feel exhausted? Yesterday was my niece's birthday, and I spent essentially ALL day playing with her and her brother. I have a very limited battery when it comes to kids, and I was running on empty for hours. My anxiety was SO high and I really needed a break from them, but they're too young to really understand that Aunt Britt can only socially run for so long before I'm completely burnt out, and TRUST ME, I was there for sure. I didn't want them to think they did something wrong, you know? I just had to keep going. I slept like a baby last night though for sure, haha. Have you ever used emotional blackmail to get your own way? Wow, no. Has anybody ever used emotional blackmail on you? No. Who did you last worry about and why? Sara for health reasons. Are you currently looking for a new place to live? Not actively, but Mom and I definitely want to move. We feel very out-of-place here in the suburbs. Which would you prefer as a view; mountains or the sea? Mountains. Do you have a mouse for your laptop? (Assuming you have a laptop) Yes. I canNOT play games with a trackpad. Do you apologize a lot? Extremely excessively. When you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? Do you mean like, for the wedding? In that case, probably the venue. Being a photography buff, I want a place I think is really pretty to have pictures taken. What’s something you complain about frequently? My legs hurting, my weight, and being hot. Do you have anything planned for the summer? Nope, and that's fine with me. I'd rather stay inside away from the heat. Who usually makes dinner in your household? My ma. Do you have a blog? Just on Tumblr. Does anyone in your family snore loudly? My mother does because of gerd, and at least when my father still lived with us, he snored super loud, too. Do you want to fix anything with anyone? Yeah, a few people. What shows do you watch? Right now, only Meerkat Manor: Rise of the Dynasty. Whenever The Edge of Sleep comes out, I will 110% be watching that, too, because Mark is a key actor in it. :') Plus the concept seems super cool. Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I don't know. Who was the last person you had a conversation with on the phone? Me mum. Does the song you’re currently listening to remind you of anyone specific? No, given it has like... one lyric, haha. Do you own any TV show soundtracks? No. Last thing you did that made you feel like an adult? I mean I guess sign myself in at the doctor's. What’s your favorite picture of your mom? Dad? Oh my god, there's a candid one I got of Mom laughing when she was posing as my subject for a photography assignment, and I cherish it with ALL my heart. I want to share it with essentially the whole world, but yeah, I'm not gonna put my mom's picture here. As for my dad, I like this one I took of us at Red Lobster for his birthday a year or two back. Last TV show series you finished? Fullmetal Alchemist with Sara. Favorite flavor of cream cheese? Regular. What US state would you like to visit? Alaska. Last meal you made yourself? I put a chicken pesto thing in the microwave earlier for dinner.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''whispers in the dark'' by skillet

[roxa-sos]

heaven's gate, part two - morning mulling (john b routledge)

john b routledge x reyna lance

tw; a little smutty?, morning after shit

part two; hungover reyna can’t possibly seem to hate her one night stand, no matter how hard she tries.

a/n -- this is just fuckin chaos rn lmaooo nobody’s doing anything productive

×××

reyna was no stranger to waking up with random people she didn't know.

there was a warm ray of sunlight on her face, which was what ultimately woke the girl up. the headache she had hit her before she even opened her eyes, her body aching and her head pounding. as she took a deep breath and opened her eyes, she realized she wasn't in her bedroom. wasn't in a bedroom at all, actually. rather, in the back of some ratty van, curled up across a seat. sitting up, what had been covering most of her body fell from her chest, leaving her exposed. she quickly pulled it back up, glancing around.

nobody was there.

the material that had been covering her looked like an unbuttoned hawaiian shirt, sprawled across her body. unfortunately, on the floor of the van, she saw only her shorts and panties she'd been wearing the night before. reyna had to assume that it was better than nothing as she pulled them back on, buttoning up the shirt that had been on top of her in replacement for her own. while this ensamble didn't leave much for the imagination, it wasn't like anything reyna wore otherwise was any better.

she opened the van door, climbing out and closing it behind her. this was definitely not the boneyard, and it was definitely not figure eight.

"nice to see you up, sunshine." reyna heard a voice from a few feet away, and turned to see a familiar face.

john b. his face, and voice, quickly had her remembering the night before. he was laying in a hammock, which was a ways away from a dockside house.

reyna didn't respond to him at first, dragging her hands through her hair as she looked at him. "how the fuck did you drive me here without me realizing?"

"you're a heavy sleeper, i guess. that, or i was just so good, you had to recharge after." he answered her, a teasing smile on his face as he admired the girl standing in his yard. "don't worry, we got here, like, twenty minutes ago. you didn't miss much."

"good," reyna nodded, ignoring his first few comments. "and i just... fucking, passed out last night? in your van?"

john b chuckled, getting out of the hammock. "not just in my van, in my arms, but yeah. we had a nice talk before that, though."

"we did?" reyna wasn't too philosophical when she was completely drunk and in that post-sex haze.

"no, i'm kidding," he laughed once more, shaking his head as he walked towards reyna. "you hungry?"

"are you just trying to get me to come inside?" she didn't seem to impressed by anything he was saying. he was kind of an ass, but to be fair, he was hot. and honestly, that was just reyna's type, so there was no surprise in the fact that she hooked up with him in his van, of all places.

"yes or no, sunshine." he didn't answer her question, only giving her options so that she could answer his.

"yeah, sure, yes." she brushed it off, yawning as he passed by to lead her towards the door.

the way his shorts hung rather low on his hips had reyna feeling what she must've felt the night before. not to mention, the fact that she could see her own marks she'd left on his neck and chest had her feeling the same. his lack of shirt was doing something to her, and she was almost embarrassed by that.

god, since when did she hang with pogues? since when did reyna lance, kook of the century, fuck a well known pogue?

"why are you being so nice to me?" she asked as he held his front door open for her, pulling her hair over her shoulder.

"like, just right now, or last night? and if last night, early last night, or when you were sitting on my-"

"all of the above, excluding when i was naked." she interrupted him, shaking her head. she didn't really want him to rub it in her face.

"alright, well," he closed the door once she was inside, walking her into his kitchen. "it was fun to watch you get drunk for no reason. i mean, since when do you drink anything that topper thornton doesn't give you?" john b joked, earning nothing short of a sour look from reyna. "and... you don't suck, i guess."

she gave him a confused expression, "i don't suck?"

"no, like, you're... bearable."

"bearable?"

"okay, well, if you keep repeating what i say, you won't be so bearable. you want cheerios?" he shut her up, turning to face her when he pulled a box out of the cabinet. 

reyna rolled her eyes at his first statement, shrugging when he asked what she wanted. "i'm lactose intolerant."

"i never said you had to have milk." john b shook his head as if reyna was being unreasonable. 

she scoffed, leaning on the kitchen table. "okay, i take back what i said earlier, you're kind of being a dick."

"what, you want me to kick you out and let you walk back to the boneyard for your car? also, how does toast sound?" john b put the box of cereal back, giving the girl a fed up look.

"toast is fine," she finally answered, watching as he threw some bread in the toaster before turning around to face her.

while reyna wanted nothing more than to hate the boy, in all actuality, he was pretty hard to hate. he wasn't a total asshole - and if he was being a dick, he had a good reason. of course, reyna being reyna, she considered her being there a fine reason. she was shamelessly checking him out, eyes skimming over the skin she'd been pressed against the night before. 

"you just decided to... what, throw on my shirt when you woke up?" he asked, pushing himself off of the counter to make his way towards her.

she glanced down at her own figure, running her hand over the fabric of his shirt. "you were the one who left it on top of me," she brought her gaze back to the boy approaching her.

"well," john b looked her up and down once more before meeting her eyes, his own body mere inches from hers, "you look... good in it." he took the liberty of placing his hand on her hip, the other hand snaking under the shirt and meeting her covered skin.

"you looked better," she breathed, head turned slightly upward to get a better look at him. she didn't mind his touch, it was rather reassuring to know that under all of what seemed to be hatred for her was some... lust, at least.

he pushed her up so that she was sitting on the table rather than leaning on it, connecting their lips once more. his hands traveled across her body, and she wasn't opposed to a single thing he was doing. it was hard to hate him.

just as she three her head back so that he could have more access to her neck as his lips skimmed over her jaw, the toast popped. "fuck," reyna breathed as john b removed his hands from her body and walked back towards the toaster.

"bold of you to assume i'm just gonna... keep hooking up with you," john b thought out loud, putting the toast on two plates before opening his fridge.

"why is that bold? was i that bad?" reyna joked, trying to get a legitimate reason out of him.

john b shook his head, a dumbfounded smile on his face as he turned to look at her, "you can't tell me you can't figure it out on your own." 

reyna shook her head, eyebrows furrowed. he didn't seem to be joking, he looked like he genuinely thought she was dumb.

"let's see, i'd have topper, kelce, rafe, sarah, cynthia, ryland, hunter, and like, a million other kooks burning my house down." he laughed while naming every kook he could think of, shaking his head as he looked back towards his fridge. "not to mention sean fucking lance, so, hard pass." 

"please," reyna rolled her eyes, "topper? sure, be scared of him. kelce too, but i don't know kelce super well. rafe just offers me coke whenever i see him at a party. sarah's... uh, my best friend's girlfriend, i don't know what she'd do. cynthia's a dumbass. ryland is up in vermont with his family this summer. hunter's looking at colleges. you've got, like, max three people to be... scared of, or whatever." she shot down almost everyone he posed as a reason to not sleep with her again. 

"and your dad?"

"my dad is an asshole." she practically groaned. it sounded strange coming out of her mouth, usually she praised her dad in public.

that statement seemed to surprise john b, seeing as he left it there. 

"besides, from my perspective, you've never been scared of kooks, man." reyna gestured towards him, thinking back to every time john b or another kook had gotten into a fight with her or her friends.

"did you just call me 'man'?" john b chuckled, picking up the plates and walking them towards the kitchen table. reyna slipped off of the wood and sat down in a chair as he sat a plate in front of her, giving him a small nod.

"so what if i did?" 

john b didn't say anything else, instead taking a bite of his toast. 

"fuck," reyna muttered to herself, pulling her phone out of her back pocket once she remembered it was there. 

forty six texts. thirteen missed calls. all from one contact, 'top 🤮'. the latest of which being;

'did you fucking die?'

'tell me you actually got home last night'

'i swear to god if you make me go back to the boneyard to drive your hungover body back to my place'

'reyna. reyna. reyna. dumb slut.'

'pick up my calls or i'm calling the cops.'

with that, her phone began buzzing again, and she picked up. glancing back at john b with the phone pressed to her ear, she answered with a short "hello?" john b looked confused, but he didn't stop eating, he just watched her take the call.

"where the fuck are you?" topper's voice rang through, not even saying hi.

"i'm fine, thanks for asking."

"don't be like that- christ, your parents would've killed me if you, like, died or something." topper sighed, and reyna could hear the tension in his voice fade.

"aw, someone was worried about me." reyna laughed, bringing the toast up to her mouth to take a bite while listening to topper.

"where are you?"

"none of your business, asshole." she scoffed, ignoring his question. 

"just wondering. you need a ride?" topper seemed more overprotective than anything else most of the time. 

"no, i-"

"oh, who'd you hook up with, then?" 

"that's none of your fucking business, top." reyna pinched the bridge of her nose, leaning her elbow on the table. john b sighed when he heard her address the caller by name.

"actually, it's 90% my business, but fine. bye."

"bye." reyna hung up and threw her phone down on the table. she knew topper was going to want more than that the next time they saw each other, but that was as good as she could do for the time being.

john b picked up their empty plates and set them on the counter, turning to face reyna once more as she stood up from the chair she'd been in. "want a ride back to that porsche?"

"yeah, please." 

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#outer banks #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #obx #obx fanfic #obx fanfiction #john b routledge #john b routledge fanfic #john b routledge fanfiction #john b fanfic #john b fanfiction #john b imagine #heaven's gate obx-sos

[stonerbughead]

Maria watches friday night lights (#30)

5x07–aka the return of rivalry week, oh my!

under the cut ya go:

Omg Jess wants to work at a football camp?! So precious!

Why is Buddy here with equipment looking for outlets? OMG they’re keeping watch of the field to keep anyone from doing the shit they did with tooth picks and trucks and such last rivalry week?!?! Lmaooo

OMG JASON’S HERE??? I almost forgot about this dude, aw his kid is doing well! That’s lovely. Aw Eric gave him a Lions hat and he’s married and is a successful agent? So proud!

“You know, people are talking about you, there’s a lot of heat.” OMG Jason got a call about Eric?!?! Wow I think I’m starting to see where the endgame is going for this show.

“We ALMOST got the daughter out of the house.” Lol.

Oh geez Vince’s dad being excited makes me nervous. How did he get these nice ass sneakers I am sus

HE GOT IT FROM TMU?? That’s def illegal honey no no

Oh good Vince seems to know he can’t take them. Although I SMELL CONFLICT

Oh god the dad’s moving in permanently? I’m as concerned as Jess is right now.

LionHater.com??? Omg there’s no internet where they’re watching the field. 😂 Oh shit they know about Vince’s record? “He’s got a football team full of violent criminals.” Oh you racists were looking for an excuse to unleash your vitriol on these poor kids who have criminal records bc they weren’t blessed to be born on the “correct” side of town! Smh.

Omg this is racist AF, this website is disgusting 🤦🏻‍♀️

Yes Eric, run into the panthers boosters club and rip them a new one!!!

And yes, Tami, make Julie help out and pay her dad back for the car, absolutely! She needs to face some consequences and not be too comfy at home.

Eric is right, the Panthers are trying to get in their heads—and in the most insidious, racist/classist way possible!

“You think if the colleges see that stuff they’re still gonna call? They’re still gonna want me?” Ohh Vince nooo. Eric saying it’s not gonna matter feels...overly optimistic.

“It doesn’t matter how many games we win, how many touchdowns i throw, all they see is a bunch of thugs, Coach. Everybody thinks it but they never say it.” UGH yes fuck me UP, young Michael B. Jordan! I’m emotional!

Aww Luke and Becky flirting while Becky’s with the baby and Billy is in the backyard training with Luke LOL

Oh god Billy’s advice for Luke wooing Becky by ignoring her is....bad!

Luke didn’t know Mindy works at the landing strip? “She still works there? Part time? Like weekends?” Lol

Luke don’t listen to him! Bad advice!

“Let’s have a barbecue.” “A barbecue?” “A morale-building barbecue.” Lol I love Eric’s disbelief at Tami’s suggestion considering all the drama the last time this bbq happened lol

Omg Jason Street gave a college Eric’s number? OH SHIT for a college HEAD COACH JOB? Damn!

Poor dejected Vince 🥺 “I feel like I’m playing with a fixed deck, Pop.” YOU AREEE ugh

Vince’s dad has been talking to schools all day??? That’s like explicitly what Eric told him not to do omfg

“I ain’t gonna let you fall.” That was a sweet childhood Vince anecdote but I don’t believe Vince’s dad one bit.

Lol Tami is making Julie go shopping for a 300 person BBQ?! Hilarious.

Eric and Tami annoying the living shit out of Julie in the hopes she’ll go back to school seems like a great plan they’re doing here!

This makeshift gym in Billy’s backyard with the baby strapped to his chest drinking while Luke works out I cannot 😂

“Oh some of it didn’t blend correctly” Billy says as Luke pulls a huge leaf out his mouth after drinking his smoothie omfgggg I’m dead

Oh geez Vince’s dad is talking him up to Jason? Wild.

Aw Jess is so nervous about her recommendation letter. Eric called the coach for her? Aw!

“Somewhere you’re comfortable, somewhere that’s a good fit.” Awww Jason that’s a wholesome answer to Vince’s dad being so extra with Coach.

Helppppp this is so cringe, he’s like straight up heckling Eric and his rep as kingmaker.. “You got a problem there, right?” “I sure do.” Jason really is all grown up.

Aw what a nice bbq! Julie and Jason catching up!

Oh god Luke is really straight up ignoring Becky and flirting with Julie??? Ugh I hate this.

Vince’s mom is celebrating too soon about this repaired Vince-dad relationship.

Yes Eric, confront Vince’s dad! It’s time! Now he’s just straight up saying he “doesn’t remember it like that” about the agreement the three of them made. Smh.

Oh geez is Vince’s dad like lowkey threatening Eric 😬

Oh wow Tami is going up to Burleson to get Julie’s assignments and books?! Geez. “While you’re up there why don’t you tell them they’ve got a teacher sleeping around with the students?” TRUE

“Thanks for setting up the bbq and everything. Thanks for what you do, thanks for our two beautiful daughters. Thank you for doing the laundry.” —Eric Taylor, teaching all men how to be a husband. my heart! Lmaooo then he said “do you wanna fool around?” after and then she said yes but fell asleep on him instead I’m dead

AH Tami comes face to face with the TA!!!!!! I literally yelled OH MY GOD when he said he was the TA Derek!!

“I’m here to pick up an independent study for Julie Taylor.” AHHHH “How is she?” YOU DONT HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW, FUCKFACE!

This is so cringe omfg

Yeah Derek feel bad you preyed on SOMEONE’S DAUGHTER

“I’m gonna mash up every bone in his body.” Lol Luke trying to sound aggressive is so funny.

Luke is being so RUDE to Becky Jesus I hate this

Ew Jason hyping up the Panthers, I get that it’s his team but blech they’re all such douchebags now.

Oh god did Luke act too aggressive? That dude is not getting up....

“Another big hit from Luke Cafferty, who’s bringing the pain.” Lol “these boys just do not like each other.” I mean they don’t call it rivalry week for nothing!

Yeeesh Vince’s dad in the stands with the recruiter watching the game is so cringe, ah!

“Calm down they’re having fun.” Excuse me Billy? I’m taking back all my praise for him from last episode. Grow up Billy god!!!!

Omg Vince is switching the offense bc his dad told him to....? Oh god

“A good ol fashioned Texas butt whooping.”

“There is no love lost here.” “That’s not who we are, Eric.” WHOA identity crisis on the field. These kids were triggered by everyone in town basically calling them thugs which is frankly understandable but WOW

Oh wow Eric is yelling at Vince. Oh shit his dad is in his HEAD. “He’s looking out for me!” then immediately into the “EAST SIDE” chants.

“No I mean like what are you DOING?” Thanks Becky! Luke is acting weird af!!!!!!

“You like it when I’m nice to you???” Luke is genuinely confused. “Ok I’m so sorry. Someone told me if I wanted you to like me, I had to ignore you and blow you off.”

Aw yes they like each other! Cute! KISSSSS! At least something positive happened this episode!

He’s laughing and saying “it totally worked” um no NOT THE CORRECT TAKEAWAY lol

Yesss Tami walking in and revealing she didn’t go to the game by dropping all of Julie’s college books on the coffee table, baller mom move!

“Did you talk to Derek. What did he say?” “You need to study.” LOLSAME Tami, stop thinking about this asshole, Julie!

“All those penalties, all that smack talk.” Damn etiquette really matters! Now coach Taylor’s rep is on the line?!

“Don’t feel like celebrating tonight” says the other old school coach. Damn.

Anddd Vince and his dad are talking to a recruiter openly. Wow! What a show!

#maria watches friday night lights #mine #friday night lights 5x07

[skiasurveys]

435

your name:

Skia

do you like to shoot pool?:

No

are you any good?:

Idk

what is the scariest movie you ever saw?:

Cars 2

the funniest?:

Uhhhh

the saddest?:

Hope floats

do you daydream?:

Yes unfortunately

do you dream at night?:

Yes vividly

do you remember them? Care to share?:

Too weird

when you’re sick, do you like to be pampered, or left alone?:

pampered ngl

who’s the better actor, jack nicholson or anthony hopkins?:

Both

are you superstitious?:

No that shit dumb lmaooo

how many pictures are in your wallet?:

Zero

do you like getting pictures taken?:

Yeah I do but not without my approval or where someone wants to make me look ugly hahaha

if someone cries while watching a sad movie..do you laugh at them?:

No that’s rude lol

how often do you change your sheets?:

Pretty often once a month

is you bedroom upstairs or down?:

I’m in an apartment so same level

is it true blood is thicker than water?:

No

if you could wish someone out of your life ..who would it be?:

No one

if you could be with anyone in the world..famous or not..who would it be?:

No one

are you high maintenance?:

no. i don’t think so at least

if you could change one thing in the world..what would it be:

How others view others

if you could star in any movie..which would it be?:

Something like lord of the rings or a fun Disney one

deliveryman at your door..who’s the package from?:

amazon

if you could completely change who you are..would you?:

yeah i guess like maybe change the shitty parts of me like how i am super sensitive or how i am too kind to people who use me

if you could live in a fairytale..which would it be?:

uhhhh idk lmao

if you could live in the past..where would it be?:

i don’t know like maybe the 80s would be different and cool

if you could see only one person right now..who would it be?:

i’m okay

do you wear shoes in the house?:

no only if i’m about to leave or i come home and forget to take my shoes off right away

do you dream in color or black and white?:

color.

what is your favorite accent?:

i don’t think any tbh i used to be one of those annoying bitches who thought the british accent was hot but it’s really not lol no offense to british people 😂

do you like sunsets or sunrises?:

sunsets are pretty but sunrises are just so much more prettier imo

what age did you find out santa wasn’t real?:

never believed

do you write poetry/songs/stories?:

used too when i was younger. not my thing tbh i suck. sometimes i’ll try free form or something but nothing good enough to share hahaha

do you wear socks with sandals?:

fuuuuck no!

would you marry for money?:

no because money is nice but it can come and go and if i married someone i didn’t like then that would suck and also i need to be with someone i enjoy hhaha

do you have any “in the mood” music you like to listen to?:

no

would you vote for a woman president?:

no bc one i’m not american but i also wouldn’t just vote for a woman because she’s a woman but if she had good shit then sure

Are looks/appearances really important?:

No but nothings wrong with wanting someone you find attractive

what are you most looking forward to?:

maybe when everything is kinda back to normal

if someone lied to you and came clean is that forgivable?:

depends on the lie

if you had to repeat a day over and over again..what day would you pick?:

oct 3 2015

When you die, do you want to be cremated or buried?

buried i think

Did/do you like high school?

I didn’t hate it but it wasn’t the best time of my life

Do you like to play video games?

yup!

Do you like Final Fantasy? Which one do you prefer of all?

i haven’t really played them

Have you ever caught on fire?

no lol

Do you have a YouTube channel?

yes haha

Do you ever go to video game arcades?

i would if we had them here

Do you care what people think of you?

yeah i do lol

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?

once in gr 7 lol so nasty i think he knew too lmaooo

Do you like Lady Gaga?

yeah sure

Don’t you hate when your foot falls asleep?

yeah i hate the feeling lol

Do you think you have been in love before?

yeah i am

Do you write poetry?

not really sometimes i do but never good hahah

Do you like Edgar Allan Poe?

l doooo

Have you ever met anyone famous? If so, who?

nah

Have you ever gotten hit on by some creeper?

yeah

Do you watch LifeTime?

no

Do you bless random people when they sneeze?

ye

Do you have a short temper?

yeah

Do you like Sarah Dessen?

who

Do you want to have children? If so, how many?

i’m not sure tbh i don’t know if i do but if i were to have kids i would probably want 2 for sure bc when it comes to trips and stuff it’s way easier to plan for 4 people than 4, and also they have a buddy

Have you ever had a yard sale?

nah

Do you go to Barnes and Noble for books, the library or someplace else?

we don’t have that here we have indigo books and chapters (same thing lol)

Do you have an iPad?

i doooo shes my baby 🥺 tbh it’s the best tech i have ever owned for some reason it’s like 4 years old so i need a new one cus i can tell shes at her wits end

Are you scared to die?

scared of how

Do you go to church every Sunday?

no

Have you ever called one of those Hot Line numbers?

no

Do you think you draw well?

yeah but i could be better!

Have you ever wanted to be a meteorologist?

nah

yessss

Do you like Taylor Swift?

#surveys #god the person i tool this from was annoying

[borathae]

↳ Index [#04 Santa Claus is Coming to Town]

Pairing: Jungkook x f.Reader, Jimin x f.Reader, Seokjin x f.Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: foursome, mxm, fxm, dom!Seokjin, dom!Jimin, sub!Jungkook, sub!Reader, thigh riding, spanking, marking, ass play, use of toys, nipple play, cum eating, anal sex, spit roasting, oral (m. & f. recieving), multiple orgasms, use of nicknames, degratation, orgasm denial, overstimulation, hairpulling, praising, aftercare

Wordcount: 7.6k

Back at the chalet you are met with silence. The others must still be out, you think to yourself. The four of you bit each other goodbye for now, each rushing off to your rooms to get ready for the night out.

You decide to text your best friend to tell her about your day and ask for her advice on which you dress you should wear for tonight as soon as you enter your empty bedroom. After all you had promised to update her on every little thing.

-You: Giiiiiiirl I have so much tea for you, get the biscuits ready lmaooo. Okay first of all I made up with Taehyung and Jimin already yaay. And second of all I need your help. Seokjin, Jungkook, Jimin and I want to go to an après ski party in town and I don’t know what to wear ugh. Should I wear the silver dress or the black one? ♥

Three dots appear as soon as you had pressed send on the first message and soon enough your phone vibrates.

-Hayley: biiiiiiiitch I knew they wouldn’t break up with you like that. see I told you!!! ♥ first of all did you get the vitamine d already? 👀 and second of all take the silver dress it makes your ass look amazing ♥

You smile at the enthusiasm of your friend typing your answer.

-You: nooo as far as now is concerned I didn’t 😔✊ but it can change lmao at least I try to tonight… thanks for your help btw I’ll wear the silver dress ♥

-Hayley: that’s my girl 😏 give me updates 😏

You lock your phone afterwards to finally get ready for the night. You quickly step into the shower letting the hot water run over your cold body. Being outside for the whole day had taken its toll on you and you were glad for the hot temperature of the water. You wash your hair as well, cleaning it from the sweat. Apparently you had sweated more than what your cold body tells you. You blow dry your hair, styling it whilst doing so. You decide to go for a smokey eye look and keep your lips in a neutral nude look. After that it is time for your underwear for tonight. The silver dress was tight fitting to your body, so simple lace which would hug your body in a flattering manner would be to one to go for. You decide to go for the black lace, which Yoongi had once given you on Valentine’s Day blushing at the thought of what had soon followed after that present. God you really missed their touch. You sigh, shaking your head to get rid of the depressing thoughts and peel yourself into the dress. You put on your black high heels turning around in front of the mirror one last time before nodding satisfied with the result.

Once you come to the railing you can already see the three of them sit on the couch underneath you. Your breath catches in your throat, they hadn’t promised you too much when they had told you that they would dress up. Jungkook was wearing ripped jeans into which he had stuck a yellow dress shirt. He had finished off his look with a black belt, which accentuated his small waist and his silver Rolex on his left wrist. You weren’t used to him dressing like this and you feel your breath quicken.

Jimin had decided to go for a black turtleneck, same as Seokjin. Expect that Jimin had paired it with black jeans and a black leather jacket. Seokjin had decided to pair it with a burgundy suit which made his shoulders look even wider than usual and rectangular glasses.

“You look amazing wow”, you tell them once you reach the living room. Their eyes go big as soon as they see you, looking you up from head to toe, “you like my dress?” you ask turning around so they could get a good look of your ass.

“You look hot babe”, Jimin says standing up to place a kiss on your cheek.

“I can’t wait to dance with you tonight”, Jungkook tells you before offering you his arm, which you accept with a smile.

“Let’s go before I decide that staying home is far more fun than going out”, Seokjin says slapping your ass to which you gasp surprised.

“Control your hands mister”, you warn him. Your heart was racing at an ineffable speed, you weren’t used to Seokjin acting like this anymore and you felt nervous all of a sudden.

Why are you nervous? They are still your boyfriends and they would never do something what you wouldn’t want them to. Or are you nervous because you already know what was to come later that night from just looking at their hungry eyes.

“I’m sorry I had to”, Seokjin apologizes smiling at you cheekily.

“Don’t be angry at him, if it hadn’t been him I would have slapped your ass in his name”, Jimin tries to defend him offering you your jacket. You scoff throwing your hair over your shoulder dramatically to get it out from under the thick fabric of the coat.

Just like always a taxi was already waiting outside for the four of you and to Jungkooks and yours luck Seokjin is as nice as to get into the passenger seat this time. The drive to the club was silent safe for the French music playing through the taxi radio. Seokjin is the one who pays the taxi driver this time giving him a large tip before thanking him and helping the rest of you out of the car.

The club looks unremarkable from outside, a simple wooden house. The bright pink neon letters are the only indicator that you were entering a club. The bouncers let you through easily once Jimin smiles brightly at them, both of them a flustered mess afterwards.

“How are you always doing this?” you ask him.

“Do what?” he asks smiling knowingly but acting stupid.

“Put every man into gay panic”, you tell him making him laugh out loud.

“I’m cute no one can resist me”, he says cupping his face in his hands.

But his cute behavior was gone the moment the four of you enter the dark room of the club, his eyes turning dark once he had been set into the mood. This man will be the death of you one day you are sure of it. Heads turn your way while the four of you walk through the crowds of people to get to an empty table, mostly women starring at your boyfriends, forgetting completely about the men at their sides. The men are far too intimidated by the stares of Jimin walking in front of you and Seokjin and Jungkook walking on each side of you to actually take a good look at you. You grin to yourself; you had always found it quite attractive when your boyfriends acted protective over you.

“I’ll go get us some drinks”, Seokjin yells over the loud music pointing at the bottle bar once you had sat down at one of the tables. He rushes off, wallet already in his hand.

“The music is good in here”, Jimin says moving his head to the loud bass.

“Not really my cup of tea but once Seokjin brings the vodka and I am drunk enough I’m sure I’ll love it”, Jungkook says and despite his words he is nodding his head to the music.

Right at this moment Seokjin comes back with a big silver bucket filled with a bottle of vodka and different sodas to mix it with.

“The barman told me this is the best vodka here. I paid 260 swiss francs for it let’s hope he didn’t screw me over”, he tells you pouring each of you a glass.

There was one thing you had always hated about Seokjin and that is the way he mixes drinks. The moment you take the first sip of your vodka cola your whole body shutters at the taste.

“Fucking hell Seokjin that’s pure vodka”, you hiss scrunching up your nose.

“Listen babe I paid a lot of money for it so you are going to enjoy it”, he warns pouring down his drink in one go. He grimaces noticing that he indeed had mixed it far too strong but he is too proud to admit that.

Jungkook is the one who mixes the next round and as you so painfully realise he isn’t any better than Seokjin. So after two glasses you feel already drunk enough that for the time being you want nothing more than to dance it off again.

“I’ll go dance for a bit, you guys are shitty at mixing and if I don’t move I’ll throw up. Anyone wants to join me?” you announce struggling to stand up with your high heels on.

“I’ll join you”, Jungkook says catching you with his strong arms, so you wouldn’t tumble backwards onto the couch again.

You laugh pulling him out of the booth and dragging him onto the dance floor. It was stuffed, hot bodies pressing against each other. Once you and Jungkook had finally found a spot where the two of you could dance quite undisturbed, there is nothing stopping you anymore. You jump up and down to the music with raised arms. You close your eyes smiling brightly, singing the lyrics to the song which had just came on.

Suddenly two arms wrap around your body and you open your eyes meeting Jungkook smirking down at you. He presses you against his body grinding his crotch into your stomach. He leans down to whisper something into your ear.

“You look so hot whilst dancing”, he whispers before pressing one of his thighs between your legs. You gasp at the rough material of his jeans rubbing at your core, the thin lace doing little to lessen the friction.

“Ah Jungkook”, you moan when he forces your hips to move on his leg to the music.

“Quiet babe we don’t want the others to notice or do we?” he warns biting your earlobe. Your eyes fly shut, moans leaving your lips at the feeling of his lips tracing kisses all over your neck and his thigh muscles flexing underneath you.

“Shit Jungkook baby ah, stop people will notice”, you gasp when he presses you even tighter to his body, his erection now pressing into your stomach.

“Just keep moving babe, you feel so good, no one will notice”, he pants, too far gone into the feeling already.

“You two up for a person joining this little thing here?” a man in sweats and a Christmas sweater suddenly interrupts your dancing.

Jungkook looks up from your neck, pressing you even closer in reflex.

“Can’t you see tha-“, he starts but is interrupted by you kissing his ear to get his attention.

“Let him join baby, let’s make the others jealous”, you whisper to which you feel his dick twitch against your stomach. He nods giving his permission.

“Go ahead”, he invites the stranger who doesn’t need to be told twice.

He wraps his hands around you, resting them on Jungkooks waist and as soon as he wants to start grinding into your ass he is ripped away from your body.

“What the fuck?” he screams looking around for the idiot who just interrupted his actions.

“If I were you I would fuck off before it turns ugly for you”, Jimin growls starring at the taller man with such intensity he seems to shrink in height. Strong hands wrap around your wrist and soon you are dragged into the direction of the exit with Jungkook and Jimin closely following by.

“What the hell did you think you were doing in there?” Seokjin spits once he had dragged you out of the club and to the closest taxi.

“I wasn’t doing anything”, you insist but you can’t help the smirk creeping up your face. The alcohol surely does his job well, adding to your confidence.

“Into the taxi now”, he orders shoving you into the backseat next to Jimin.

It surprises you that none of them say something to the little escapade of you and Jungkook and soon you feel yourself grow worried. Did you go too far? You relationship was already on the brink of breaking, what if your little stunt actually had done the exact opposite than you had hoped for. What if they actually consider breaking up with you now?

Your worries soon come to a halt once you feel Jimins hand travel up and down your thigh. You look over to Jungkook, noticing that Jimin was doing the exact same to him as he was to you. His hand travels up further and further until it comes to a rest, mere millimeters away from your core. Your breath quickens starring between yours and Jungkooks crotch.

“Now be quiet we don’t want to bother the taxi driver”, Jimin whispers into your ear lightly biting your ear lope before his hand finally comes to rest on your core. You have to bite down on your tongue to stop the sigh from escaping your lips.

“You are both so ready for me already”, he says smirking at the way yours and Jungkooks hips snatch up simultaneously. He increases the pressure of his fingers against your core and you have to burry your face in his neck.

“Jimin pl-please stop”, you stutter scared that the driver would notice your indecency.

“Hyung plea- ah fuck”, Jungkook suddenly blurts out. Jimins hands had pressed down especially hard and whilst you were able to muffle your moan in Jimins neck Jungkook wasn’t as lucky.

The eyes of the taxi driver snap into your direction. He is starring at you through the rear view mirror disgust written all over his features.

“Oooh, wow I really love this song! What’s it called?” Seokjin saves the three of you turning the music louder and bombarding the taxi driver with questions.

To your dismay Jimin retreats his hands from your core after that, acting like he doesn’t notice both yours and Jungkooks whines. Seokjin pays the driver double once you arrive at the chalet, apologizing with a sorry smile on his face before slamming the door shut.

“No missy you are not dismissed for tonight, into my room now”, Jimin tells you pulling you back by your wrist. You had wanted to walk up to your room, frustrated that they had stopped their teasing.

You let him drag you with him, leaving your high heels somewhere scattered along the way to the room. Seokjin, who had been the last one to enter the bedroom, locks the door before pushing Jungkook onto the bed next to where Jimin had pushed you.

He crawls onto the younger man’s body sitting down on his crotch earning a groan from Jungkook.

“You were a very bad boy today Jungkook-ah”, he says grabbing him by his hair and pulling hard. Jungkook winces from the pain, his eyes fluttering shut. “You know how much I dislike my pets misbehaving like that”, he pulls even harder on Jungkooks hair and the younger one groans out a pained “sorry”.

“Look me in the eyes when apologizing pet”, Seokjin warns and despite the heaviness of his eyelids Jungkook manages to peel them open.

“I’m sorry master”, he chokes out, breathing out in relieve once Seokjin releases his hair from his grasp.

“Good boy”, Seokjin praises gently massaging Jungkooks aching roots. He leans down to capture Jungkooks lips into a rough kiss grinding down on Jungkooks crotch. The younger man whines with every move of Seokjins hips, his hand grasping at the black fabric of Seokjins turtleneck.

You had watched the whole scene unfold in front of grinding your hips involuntarily against nothing but air. You need to feel something press against your core soon or else you will go crazy.

“You like what you are seeing kitten?” Jimin whispers into your ear. His hot breath tickles your neck making a shiver run down your spine.  You nod, suppressing a moan once his lips meet your neck. “You were such a bad little girl tonight dancing with this stranger right in front of us. I know you wanted us to see didn’t you?” he asks and once you don’t answer his bites the skin of your neck making you gasp, “answer me kitten.”

“Yes I want- wanted you to”, you stutter grasping at the bed sheets underneath you. Jimins fingers had travelled down to your core, now lightly teasing your folds. He chuckles once he feels the soaked material of your panties.

“Why did you want us to see? Mhm kitten, are three cocks not enough for you?” Jimin teases adding pressure to his touch. Your hips buck up at the sudden feeling and you gasp out loud.

“Because I wanted you to punish me”, you scream out looking into Jimins eyes. They flutter shut for a moment, before he finds his composure again now starring down at you with dark eyes.

“On my lap now kitten, head to Jungkook”, he orders pulling you up from where you were lying before and sitting down on the spot. He pats his lap and you soon follow his orders. You lie down on his thighs now facing Jungkook who was panting hard from whatever Seokjin was doing to him.

“Go on Jungkook look at Y/N see what happens when you make us jealous”, Seokjin orders the younger one forcing his head to look into your direction. “I want you to watch her face when Jimin spanks her beautiful little ass”, he whispers leaning down close to Jungkooks ear looking at you the whole time with hungry eyes.

The first blow comes as a surprise to you and you yell out from the sudden pain against your ass cheek. Jimin had pulled up your dress, when you were too occupied to stare between Jungkook and Seokjin, admiring the black lace for a few seconds before spanking you hard.

“Tell me kitten on a scale of one to ten how much did you enjoy your little escapade with Jungkook hm?” Jimin asks massaging the hot flesh with gentle fingers.

“Eight”, you try to get out before the second blow hits you.

“So you still have six to go kitten. Start counting now”, Jimins tells you before spanking you once again. Your eyes fall shut and you try to get the numbers out as loud as your heavy breathing allowed you to. You feel yourself grow wetter with every slap of Jimins hand against your ass cheeks, the rings on his fingers only adding to the pleasurable pain.

“Could you hear her right now Jungkook? Because I couldn’t”, Seokjins asks when you had choked out the last number sobbing too much to actually be able to speak. Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes are fixated on your teary eyes and his breathing is heavy.

“Eight! Eight! Fuck eight!” you blurt out once Jimin hands meet your ass once again, harder than before. Seokjin nods satisfied and soon you feel Jimin gently massage your burning skin.

“This will leave a pretty mark”, he chuckles starring down at the red hand print on your left ass cheek. “You did good kitten”, he praises making you smile. He helps you up on your knees so you are kneeling next to his sitting form. He rests his hand on the small of your back, smiling at you before pulling you down for a kiss. You melt into his kiss. It is the complete opposite of the rough treatment from his hands a few seconds ago, gentle and sweet and soon your ragged breathing relaxes. He pulls you back by your hair, once he had decided that it was enough, and you wince from the pain. “Don’t get too relaxed kitten, we are just getting started with the two of you”, he says and your breathing gets faster as soon as his words had left his lips.

“Now Jungkookie what are we going to do with you mhm?” Seokjin asks, gently combing through Jungkooks dark locks.

“I don’t know, anything please I need you to punish me”, he answers shaking his head. His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the soft touches of Seokjins fingers.

“I’ve got an idea”, Jimin says getting up and walking to his suitcase. The three of you watch him crouch down and digging through it for a few moments before finally pulling something out with a triumphant “aha.” He walks to the bed again putting a black satin box onto the bed sheets. He opens it and as soon as Jungkook spots the black butt plug his body starts to shake. He had always loved the feeling of it vibrating in his tight hole whilst Jimin sucks off his dick, but he knows what it meant tonight and he doesn’t like it one bit.

“Go on kitten get Jungkooks ass ready for my toy”, Jimins tells you smirking at the way Jungkooks adam’s apple pops up and down from swallowing so hard.

Jimins request takes you off-guard for a moment and your eyes jump from Jimins and Seokjins features. They are both smirking at you, waiting for you to spring into action.

“If that’s okay with you of course”, Seokjin adds and you have to smile at his words. You nod, of course it is okay with you, it is just that you felt nervous. It had been rare that any of the guys asked you to eat out their ass, so you were relatively new to this area.

“No it’s fine with me”, you tell them before crawling over to Jungkook. He watches your every move with big eyes, chest heaving up and down. “Is it okay with you too Jungkook-ah?” you ask him and he nods violently.

“Please babe I need your tongue”, he whines to which Seokjin pulls his hair back.

“You don’t beg her for anything, she is nothing more than another toy following our commands, is that clear pet?” he warns to which Jungkook nods as good as his aching roots allow him too. “Good boy, now what did you want from her?”

“Her tongue master, please I need her tongue”, he begs, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“Good boy”, Seokjin praises releasing Jungkooks hair before signaling you to move, “go on doll make his ass nice and ready for us”, he orders you and with that he is gone from Jungkooks body. Jungkook whines at the sudden loss of contact snapping his hips up searching for any sort of friction.

You crawl over to him, sitting down on his thighs resting your hands on his chest. 

“Can I please strip him? I really want to see his body please masters” you ask Jimin and Seokjin to which they both nod.

Your fingers are shaking and unbuttoning his shirts takes you longer than you wanted it to. Once you have finally managed to open every single button Jungkook jumps into action, sitting up and ripping his shirt from his body before wrapping his arms around. He kisses you hard grinding you down against his crotch, hissing every time you core grinds over the most sensitive part of his constrained cock. You are rendered speechless for a moment, resting your forehead against his and just letting him grind you down against him.

“Don’t forget your role here pet”, Seokjin warns stopping Jungkook in his movements with his words.

“I’m sorry master”, he apologizes with his eyes pressed shut from trying so hard to control the urges to snap his hips up into you again.

“Go on kitten, you are not finished here”, Jimin encourages you and with shaking fingers you manage to open Jungkooks belt and zipper.

Jungkook raises his hips, so you are able to finally free him of his jeans and boxers, sighing loudly once his cock spring free from his pants. “Fuck yes finally”, he sighs closing his eyes for a moment before ripping them open again.

You had wrapped your mouth around his tip gently sucking on it, surprising him. He lets out a loud moan throwing his head back at the sudden pleasure. His right hand comes to rest on your head guiding you down further on his dick. You swallow hard once you can feel the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, making him grunt in pleasure.

“Wait, please go slow babe I’m sensiti-”, he groans choking on the last word when you grace his cock with your teeth, “fuck do that again holy shit”, he stutters. You repeat your action, Jungkooks hips thrusting into your mouth at the feeling. You move upwards again, not wanting to choke on his length now concentrating on his tip. You flick your tongue around his tip, sucking hard before working your way down his length tracing every single vein with the tip of your tongue. “It feels so good babe don’t stop doing that”, he moans tightening his grip around your hair. You suck his tip again, licking over his slit one last time and then you are gone from his dick.

“No please don’t babe I was so close”, he whines looking at you so miserably you nearly sink down on his dick once again. But you stay strong wiping your mouth clean from your spit.

“Turn around baby, get on all fours”, you tell him and he follows immediately. He rests on his elbows, ass up in the air and head pressed to the mattress just waiting for you to touch him again.

You look at him for a moment admiring the curve of his ass cheeks and his very impressive thigh muscles. You begin trailing kisses all over the small of his back slowly working your way down to his ass. You suck on his flesh first, a small gasp leaving Jungkooks lips once it starts to hurt. You release him admiring the purple spot on his perfect skin. “Are you ready Jungkook?” you ask him.

“Fuck yes please”, he groans already shaking from just your hands massaging his ass cheeks. You spread them open so it would be easier for you to dig in and then you are finally where Jungkook wanted you the most. “Shiiiiit”, he moans once he feels your wet muscles trace his entrance. You are gentle at first, kitten licking so he would get used to the feeling. It doesn’t take Jungkook long to beg for more grinding his ass back against your tongue. You hold him still, not wanting to be suffocated by him, before starting to fuck his hole with your tongue as good as possible.

“Ah fuck baby fuck yes”, he moans nearly ripping the bed sheets apart from grabbing them so tightly, “Please fuck me with your fingers baby”, he begs catching you off-guard. You look to Seokjin and Jimin for permission.

“Go on doll do what Jungkook asked you for”, Seokjin encourages you and quiet “thank you” leaves Jungkooks lips upon hearing Seokjins words.

You wet one of your fingers with your spit, so it would slip in easier, and start slightly pushing against the ring of muscles. Jungkook breaths in hard, trying to relax his racing heartbeat, “go on baby”, he encourages and upon hearing his words you push hard against his hole, your finger slipping right into it. Jungkook winces in pain, the new sensation burning. You attached your mouth to his entrance once again, licking and sucking until Jungkook has relaxed enough that you were able to thrust your finger in and out of him. You add another one soon after, curling them so you would hit his prostate with every thrust of your fingers. He was a moaning mess underneath you at this point, his thighs shaking and precum dripping down on the sheets ruining them.

“I-I’m so cl-close”, he stutters bucking his hips back to meet your every thrust.

“Stop your movements kitten”, Jimin suddenly tells you. You don’t listen at first, too caught up with making Jungkook cum, until a tight grip around your wrist makes you stop in your movements. “I said stop your movements”, Jimin warns pulling your hand away from Jungkooks ass.

“No please don’t, please let me cum”, Jungkook sobs shaking violently from having been stolen from his high. He was aching, he wanted nothing more than to feel full again, to feel anything at all.

“Patience babyboy you’ll get your reward soon”, Jimin calms the younger man gently stroking the skin of his back.

Seokjin is suddenly standing in front of you with the butt plug in his hands and lopsided smile on his face. “Open up doll”, he orders and you follow opening your mouth wide. He presses the toy to your tongue, “go on get it all nice and wet for Jungkooks ass”, he tells you and you suck on it hard holding eye contact with him the whole time. He watches you suck the toy for a few moments, imagining how your lips would feel around his dick before finally removing it from your lips. “Good girl”, he praises and you smile.

“Now Jungkook-ah are you ready for your toy?” he asks attention turned to Jungkook.

“Yes”, he answers holding his breath for what was to come. He wanted it so bad. 

Seokjin is gentle, tracing the cold toy over the ring of muscles before gently pressing it down. Jimin traces circles across Jungkooks back calming him down.

“It’s okay babyboy breathe”, he reassures him and on Jimins words Seokjin presses the toy against Jungkooks hole until it slips right in. Jungkook whines, the toy is much thicker than your fingers and it burns at first.

“You took it so well Jungkookie”, Seokjin praises him before pressing a button and the toy springs into action.

“Yes oh my god yes, higher please master turn it on higher”, he groans grabbing onto Jimins arm which had rested next to his face.

“We rewarded you far too much already Jungkookie, it stays on this setting until we say so otherwise. Now kneel up and put your hands on your thighs”, Seokjin tells him. Jungkook sits up as good as his weak limbs allow him to. He looks fucked, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and his eyes glazed over by un-fallen tears.

“And don’t you dare touch yourself. We will tell you when you are allowed touch yourself babyboy. Now for the time being you have to watch Y/N get fucked by the two of us”, Jimin explains earning a whimper from both you and Jungkook.

“Would you like that doll?” Seokjin asks hovering over you all of a sudden. You swallow hard nodding. “Good girl, now undress for me”, he tells you opening the zipper of your dress for you.  With his help you are able to easily slip out of your dress. “Sit”, he says pointing to his lap and you follow. The moment you are sat on his lap he kisses you hard, his tongue dancing with yours and his teeth grazing over your lips ever so often. He unzips your bra, throwing it onto the ground once you had removed it from your chest. His hands cup both of your breasts immediately, his mouth working its way down from your neck to your chest.

“You are beautiful little one”, he says looking at your exposed chest before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. You gasp out at the feeling grabbing at his shoulders. He groans in agreement, biting down hard and you cry out.

“Shit Seokjin don’t stop!” you moan grinding down your aching core against his clothed erection. He soon traces kisses over your chest. A stinging pain runs through your chest and you hiss closing your eyes. “It feel so good master”, you moan concentrating on the feeling of his lips leaving bruises all over your chest. His fingers start traveling from your chest down to your core, teasing it over the lace material.

“Wow Jimin-ah she is already so wet for us”, he chuckles, ripping the panties from your body to finally press his finger against your clit. Your skin burns where the lace had dug into, but soon the hot touch of his fingers takes over your senses. You buck against his touch burying your face in his neck biting down on your lip to stop the scream threatening to escape your throat. “I don’t think she needs any more foreplay. Hm doll? Do you think you are ready to get fucked by Jimins cock?” he asks adding pressure to his touch. You nod, your breath catching in your throat.

“Good girl, get on your knees”, Jimin tells you watching you crawl from Seokjins lap. He had stripped himself of his clothes while you were preoccupied with Seokjins touch, now lazily stroking his hardened cock. As soon as you are gone from Seokjins lap he starts undressing as well, throwing his ruined suit pants onto the floor next to your dress, his other clothes soon following after.

“Are you ready kitten?” Jimin whispers, leaning his body over you, so his chest was pressing against your back. You nod bucking your hips back against his crotch, his dick grazing over your entrance. He stops your movements with one press against the small of your back with the flat of his hand. He teases your entrance for a few seconds, stroking the head of his head through your folds until you can’t take it any longer.

“Please fuck me master please”, you beg pressing your eyes shut. Jimin slams into you after that, the sudden stretch burning. Despite his first rough thrust, his movements are slow after that. He lets you get accustomed to his length and soon the burn turns into pleasure. “Faster please”, you beg trying to get more friction by grinding down your hips against Jimins crotch.

“You are such a greedy little slut kitten, grinding down on my cock like your life depends on it”, Jimin chuckles. He grabs your hips, his fingers digging painfully into your skin before increasing the speed of his thrust. You throw your head back, moaning loudly and your eyes falling.

“Look at me doll”, Seokjin suddenly says averting your attention to him. He is kneeling in front of you, stroking his big length. He grabs your chin with his free hand and guides your head to his cock tracing his head over your closed lips. “Open up”, he tells you and you open your mouth waiting for his cock to finally touch your tongue. He is slow at first, letting you get used to the sensation at your own pace. You circle your tongue on the underside of his cock tracing the big vein running from the base to his tip. “Don’t be shy take it in”, he tells you pulling your mouth onto his cock. You gag at first once his tip hits the back of your neck, but Seokjin doesn’t let go of you enjoying the way you struggle for air. 

He starts thrusting into your mouth holding you by the back of your head, so you wouldn’t be able to back off. “You look so pretty right now”, he tells you watching a tear fall down your cheek. He has to look away or else he would lose his composure. Instead he concentrates on your lips wrapping around his length, a deep grunt rattling through his chest.

The sudden increase of Jimins hips calls your attention back to him. He had moved the angle of his thrusts, so they would hit your g-spot with every snap of his hips. The scream of pleasure gets muffled by Seokjins cock stuffed down your throat.

“You are clenching so much kitten fuck you are so tight”, Jimin groans throwing his head back digging his nails into your hips. “Cum for me kitten let me feel you”, he tells you moving one of his hands to your core to rub circles on your aching clit. You are crying at this point, breathing heavily through your nose and moaning around Seokjins cock.

“That’s it doll just like that”, Seokjin groans increasing the speed of his thrusts. You are so close, your head is spinning and your abdominal muscles are clenching so hard it hurts. Jimin thrust up into you one last time and then the hot pleasure shoots through you. Your eyes roll back into your head, the image bringing Seokjin over the edge as well, his hot cum coating the back of your throat. Jimin soon follows after you with a loud groan, your clenching walls driving him over the edge.

“You did so good”, Seokjin praises removing his softening cock from your mouth. You swallow his cum before breathing in hard, your lungs finally filling with enough oxygen. He wipes away the fallen tears from your cheeks gently stroking your burning skin. You smile weakly falling forward once Jimins grab around your hips loosens, your arms giving in underneath you.

 “Is it my turn now?” Jungkook asks, his voice weak from the exhaustion of not being able to touch himself the whole time.

“Lick her clean first”, Jimin tells him, tracing his hand over your shaking legs. You whine, despite your high just a few seconds ago you wanted more again.

Jungkook follows crawling from where he had been kneeling before to between your legs. Seokjin and Jimin both lay down at Jungkooks previous spot, stroking their softened dicks, already growing hard again. Jungkook goes straight in without a warning, his patience long gone. He wanted to cum and if it meant making you cum with his tongue he would do it as fast as possible. You throw your head back into the pillows groaning from the overstimulation. You are still sensitive and the rough treatment of his tongue against your clit hurts. You pull him back his hair.

“Please go slow Jungkook I’m still sensitive”, you whine.

“I’m sorry pumpkin”, he apologizes. He starts to lick you, soft strokes of his tongue teasing your entrance and soon you feel yourself relax into his touch. He moans once he gets the first taste of Jimins cum, licking it from your entrance, loud slurping noises ringing through the room. Normally you would have felt embarrassed about the sounds, but his touch was too good to feel ashamed. His right hand comes resting next to your clit, his index and middle fingers starting to trace gentle circles on the bundle of nerves.

“Ah Kookie, it feels so good”, you groan, already feeling your high built up in your stomach once again. He starts fucking you with tongue, groans of approval leaving his chest and vibrating through your core “Yes don’t stop baby I’m so close”, you moan already readying yourself for your high.

“Stop your movements pet”, Seokjin stops Jungkook and suddenly he is gone from your core and you are left whining and writhing underneath him.  You look over to Seokjin and Jimin, they are stroking their cocks both of them already hard again. You try to get them to let you cum looking at them with trembling lips, but their faces stay frozen.

“Please master I was such a good boy, can I please cum now”, Jungkook begs folding his hands in front of his chest. He is a mess, the toy in his ass did nothing more than make him want to feel full.

“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely babyboy”, Jimin allows him taking pity at Jungkooks miserable state, “go on fuck Y/Ns tight little pussy”, he urges him on with a flick of his wrist and as soon as the words leave Jimins lips Jungkook is between your legs. He spreads them open starring at your core his cock twitching at the sight in front of him.

“Can I?” he asks taking his dick into his hands and guiding it to your entrance. He waits for your consent looking deeply into your eyes. You nod urging him on by pressing your feet against his ass. You are so wet he slips right into you making him groan loud at the sudden feeling.

“You are so we-wet”, he stutters staying still for a few moments, taking deep breaths or else he would have cum immediately. Once he feels in control enough he starts to move, thrusting in and out of slowly. You watch him, your eyes fixated on his heaving chest. You reach out to take one of his nipples between your fingers. He groans at the feeling of you rolling his sensitive bud between your thumb and index finger. “Don’t stop please”, he moans increasing the speed of his hips.

“Don’t cum already Jungkook-ah I have a treat for you”, Jimin suddenly says wrapping his arms around the younger mans waist. He stops, breathing hard, his eyebrows furrowed from concentrating on not cumming. Jimin removes the toy from Jungkooks ass, making him whine at the sudden loss of feeling. “Are you ready?” Jimin asks teasing his entrance with the dip of his lubed-up dick. Jungkook nods holding his breath. You watch him, still playing with his nipples and when Jimin finally slips into Jungkooks the pleasure on Jungkook face is like nothing you have ever seen before. His eyes roll back into his skull and his mouth snaps open high pitches moans leaving his lips. The snap of Jimins hips is rough, forcing Jungkook to thrust into your with every snap of his hips. You moan, the angle perfect to graze over your clit every time Jungkook shakes above you.

“You are such a good little boy, so tight for daddies cock”, Jimin groans increasing the intensity of his thrusts. Everything gets too much for Jungkook, your warm walls clenching around his aching cock, your fingers playing with his sensitive nipples and Jimins cock hitting his prostate over and over again. He cums with a loud scream falling onto his elbows from the intensity of it. He is shaking violently, his hot seed coating your walls. But Jimin doesn’t let go of him, his hips never stopping their relentless pace.

“Ah fuck”, Jungkook whines hiding his head in your neck. He grabs your hand clutching it tightly like his life depended on it. You try to sooth him, gently stroking through his hair. “It’s too much”, he sobs hot tears falling onto your neck, “please Jimin please.” The overstimulation was too much for him but still he didn’t want it to end. He clenches around Jimins cock, the older one groaning at the sensation until his thrusts become irregular and he finally cums with a loud groan of Jungkooks name.

Jimin falls back pulling Jungkook with him and embracing him in his arms and as soon as the feeling of Jungkook buried inside of you is gone you realise how much you are actually aching for release.

“Please I need to cum”, you whine, your fingers trailing down to your clit involuntarily. As soon as they start rubbing circles they are slapped away. You open your eyes, Seokjin was starring down at you with lustful eyes.

“Turn around”, he tells you and you follow. He pulls your hips into the air, pressing your face against the mattress with his other hand. He is quick to act, thrusting into you without giving you any time to adjust. He knows you are ready for it. You scream grabbing the bed sheets for support. He was so much thicker than both Jungkook and Jimin and despite Jungkooks cum lubricating you his first few thrusts hurt so good. “That’s it scream for me slut”, he says earning another scream of pleasure once he tangles his hand in your hair and pulls hard.  

“Shit master ah fuck me harder please”, you yell. Your neck was hurting from having been pushed into the mattress and your scalp was burning from Seokjins rough treatment.

“Such a greedy little slut, taking my cock so well”, he grunts struggling to get the words out of his mouth. You were clenching hard around him and every snap of his hips was bringing him closer to his release. He increases the speed, easing you into your well-deserved high. It feels so good, the angle of his thrust and the length of his cock are perfect for hitting your a-spot over and over again and soon enough you are shaking underneath him, his name rolling off your tongue over and over again.

“That’s it doll fuck”, he moans cumming hard once he hears his name fall from your lips. It takes you a good twenty second to come down from the intensity of your high, your body falling limb in Seokjins arms. He holds you tight to his chest falling onto his back and pulling you with him so you were now lying on top of him.

“That was amazing”, you groan laughing tiredly.

“Yeah”, Seokjin whispers kissing the crown of your head, “I’m sorry for being so rough with you”, he apologizes, his dominate nature gone once his mind clears. He cuddles you tightly to his chest stroking your back soothingly.

“Don’t apologize it was amazing”, you reassure him kissing his naked chest.

“It really was”, Jungkook answers tiredly. Jimin had been stroking through his hair the whole time, peppering his face with kisses.

“You were such good little sluts I am so proud of you”, he praises both you and Jungkook to which you both smile. “You deserve to sleep now”, he whispers kissing Jungkooks nose. Jungkook snuggles closer to Jimin humming contently.

“Good night little one”, Seokjin whispers kissing your head once again and soon you were drifting off to sleep.

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Vine Drabble 3- The Safe Word

Request-  13, 37, 39 Seokjin x Reader CRACK (hint of angst) Pleaseeee 🥺💓 Thank youuuu 💖 -g💁🏼‍♀️

13. “We all die you either kill yourself or get killed.”

37. “Stop you’re gunna get in trouble…”

39. “I still love myself”

Word Count: 1.3K

-I think this is trippier than the last one ngl lmaooo.

-Also, I’m running low on requests and I would still like to write some more! Please hmu if you have a plot in mind or if you want to submit a vine prompt, to which you can find the rules and prompts here! Much love.

You’d blacked out.  

You were in the car with your boyfriend, Seokjin, driving home from his 500th music show performance, Boy With Luv had just hit ten thousand wins.  They performed the song in slow motion, making no sense seeing that you were watching it live, and Namjoon was wearing a cowboy hat. Taehyung gave him a piggyback while they were backstage as Namjoon sung Seoul Town Road, and Lil Naz X popped out of nowhere to contribute his part of the song.  Moreover, once they won the award, Yoongi stole the mic from the MC and yelled “BTS outsold!”  

Even Seokjin himself didn’t seem right, as he couldn’t sing- whenever his part came around, he burst into his iconic windshield wiper laugh, but in slow motion, of course.

Anyways, you guys were in the car, the most normal part of the night, until it swerved onto the wrong side of the road.  The car then collided into a parked car, causing a cacophony as metal car parts flew around, and everyone in the car screamed.  You’d hit your head hard against the seat, thinking that you were going to get knocked out cold.  However, you were still somewhat conscious as you could hear your door open up, followed by the door on the other side.  You couldn’t see at this point, however, your forehead was now a six head; so swollen that it glued your eyelids together forcefully- your vision was blurry anyways.

You felt a hand slip around your waist, unlocking your seatbelt.  You hears a distant voice say “Stop, you’re gunna get in trouble”.  The voice was unfamiliar, male.  A woman, who, judging by the proximity of her voice, was the person who was undoing your seatbelt and lifting you up, was yelling back angrily in German, and did so until you passed out completely.

You woke up and couldn’t see anything.  You couldn’t move your hands or arms, but you were in a seated position.  You were… dizzy.  You felt like you were hanging upside down, and all your blood was just rushing into your head. Then, you could see things- dogs, and cats, to be exact.  Just floating around the room, barking, growling, and so on.  Then, they began to dance.  And sing.  And.. Rap? 

“Let’s play forever I just wanna be your dog…” The animals slowly turned into humans, and back into animals again, on and off.  “I don’t wanna be just friends…”

You were quietly involving the performance, giggling to yourself until a familiar voice snaps through the room, grabbing your attention, calling your name.  It was Seokjin.

“Seokjin!” You scream.  “You you see the animal people singing? They’re cool, right? Hey, why don’t you have any superpowers? Lame ass.”

“I may not have super powers, but I have super good looks; I’m very handsome,” He replied.  Although you could hear him, he could not be seen. “So what’s the deal with this, huh? Did we get kidnapped?” he asks you.

“I don’t know, I just remember a loud German lady pulling me out of a car” You reminisce, but your memories are unclear. “Ooh, maybe it’s like the Febreeze adverts!” You take an exaggerated inhale, expecting the pleasant scent of fresh linen or whatever, ocean breeze.  However, this is not what the unknown room smelt like… “Is piss a fashionable scent these days? Not sure how I feel about that one, but I think I prefer it to animal prints…”

“Yo I think we were drugged,” Seokjin says, laughing at you, but not with the classic Seokjin laugh- this laugh was much deeper.

“Yea, you sound like you were.” You turn your head around, trying to find your boyfriend, yet you were not successful.

“Me?” He scoffs.  “You sound like a loonatic, starting to think you were the one to kidnap me.  Are you going to kill me, too? Is this how I’m going to die??”

“We’re all gunna die you either kill yourself or get killed” You deadpan. 

“Deep,” He states. “You’re right though, it’s just a matter of when, and how…” 

As the conversation died, Seokjin looks around the room, trying to find something to help you two escape.

“Holy fuck!” He exclaims.

“What? Is everything okay?” You begin to get scared, trying to wriggle out of your restraints in order to save Seokjin.  You started to shuffle the chair you are sitting on towards the wall, in front of you, where you could see a table- one of the animals is sitting on it, telling you to come hither, my child. 

“How did I get this ugly??” Seokjin gasps as he stares at himself in a rusty mirror- his skin looks grey and tired, his hair a nest of blonde hay which sits upon his head, his lips more plump than before.

“For fucks sake Seokjin I was worried that you were dying or something…” You sigh as your parasympathetic nervous system activates, slumping into the unsteady wooden chair that you are sat in.

“No need to worry, I still love myself. I’m the one I should love~”

“That’s dead fam I love a ribbon in the sky, get on my level.” Namjoon says in a roadman-like fashion.  He was eating 99p chicken and chips, covered in burger sauce.

“Namjoon can I have some? I’m starvinggg.” You plead, as your stomach. Loudly.

“Get some yourself bruv,” He looks at you like you were about to eat one of his crabs, disgusted. “Joonie don’t share food my g.”

You roll your eyes loudly. “Kinda tied up here jackass.”

“Your loss,” He states, proceeding to eat his food. “You were the one to commit to this kinky shit.”

“What the fuck?? I did not consent to this!” You yell at him.  “I didn’t want to be drugged and kidnapped and tied up or whatever-”

“Wait, you’re not at all intrigued to try any of that kinda stuff?” Seokjin can smell the fat dripping off of the poultry.

“After this? I can’t say that I am.”

“Fine,” Namjoon sighs. He retrieves a pair of garden shears and brandishes them around, making a chainsaw sound.  Your eyes widen at the sight of freedom. “I’ll cut the ropes and whatever. You just need to say the safe word.”

Safe word, you think.  What would Namjoon use as a safe word?

“Crabs?”

Namjoon sighs again as he crosses his arms and stares at you intimidatingly, his tits growing in size. “Try again, dumb donkey bitch.” His head turns into a chicken head as he begins to cluck and bop it around, every few moments or so, he would scream.

“The safe word.” Jin giggles, his iconic laugh making a comeback.  The drugs are beginning to wear off.

“That is correct,” You gasp at Namjoon’s statement.  He was really being that dick. “However, you need to say it. He gestures towards you with a chicken leg as he cooes.

“You are such a dick, Joon.  Do I really have to? He literally just said it, you know that I know it.” Namjoon nods in response to your question.  You give another laboured sigh, as if those three words were the hardest thing that you’ve ever had to say.  It was difficult, you really didn’t want to give in to Namjoon when he was acting like Big Shaq.

In the build up to it, things slowly came back to normal- you could see better, Namjoon’s face turns to it’s normal shape and he stops cooing.  You can see your boyfriend, who is also tied up, but still laughing as he observes the great ordeal between you and the other man.  Before you decide to say it, you come up with an idea to piss off Namjoon a little bit, just a little bit, so that he’s still willing to free you.

You spit in Namjoon’s face, your saliva hitting him straight in the eye.  He shows no reaction, he just leans over you, his face about four inches away from yours.

“Say it, pussy.”

You gulp, and clear your throat with your mouth wide open, your breath hitting Namjoon’s face as hard as your spit did.

“The safe word.”

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[your-highnessmarvel]

Lemonade ~ chapter two

SUMMARY: Hailee, Boston born and raised, leaves in the dead of the night on a state train. Tears in her eyes, hurt in her heart, she ends up in a small town off the coast of Southern California that she knows only through her recently deceased father. She only finds shelter with a woman she barely knows; her grandmother. Hailee tries to rebuild herself despite the ruins she left behind in her other life. And then she meets Chris and finds herself, for the first time in her life, afraid.

LEMONADE MASTERLIST

RATING: MATURE (FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS)

WARNINGS: None for now. Maybe just language

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC

WORD COUNT: 3705

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A/N: LMAOOO ok so i finally posted part two! Still haven’t established Chris’ age... still figuring it out. Please leave feedback.

Chapter Two: I Ruin Everything Good; It’s What I Do

There are a few reasons as to why I choose to act the way I do. As others would call it; a bitch. Living in the high-class Boston citizenship had more downs than ups; more disadvantages than its counterpart. From the outside, yes, the high-end cars and the endless flow of cash seemed as delicious as it sounds, but there were dark corners to everything.

              The high-end Boston life required an armor thicker than the ones they put on our soldiers. Everyone was out to get you, even if they seemed to be your most trusted friend. If they could find a way to take you down from your throne, trust me, they would. Loyalty did not exist in that kind of world.

              Hence, my trust issues.

              I had been in the town of Heaven’s Cove for well over a week, and I was still locking my room behind me and making sure all my stuff was still there when I got back. Despite the neighbors being literally miles away and my grandma deserving no distrust, I was cautious.

              I hadn’t found a job yet, but my hopes were up after distributing a few resumés. I had an interview tomorrow. I could start gathering enough money to buy a car and move to LA, possibly find a better job and a place to stay. All of this, in the hopes of leaving this town.

              The people were typical small-town folks. There were no proper hair salons, and the clothing stores sold last seasons magazine. I hated the town more than the life I led back in Boston.

              Even now, as I watched Liza fry some eggs, made me hate it. Who even fries eggs like that?

              “Are you going to the party tonight?” she asked, looking at me sideways because she could probably feel my glare on her.

              “No,” I answered, shrugging, sipping on the coffee mug I held in my hands.

              She frowned, dark red brows knitting together. “Everyone in town is going,” she added, as if that would totally convince me to go. “It’s an annual thing. Happens every June to welcome summer.”

              I rolled my eyes with a quiet sigh. “Summer doesn’t need welcoming,” I grumbled, “it just comes whether we want to or not.”

              The spatula clanged on the counter as she turned to face me, red hair a fiery mess. Hands on her hips, she gave me a glacial look from under her brows. “It would actually really please me if you went,” she said, fighting to stay steadily grave and not completely angry. “If you’re going to stay here and have a job, you’re going to have to get along with the people. That’s how it works around here.”

              I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling the typical mix of guilt and anger for feeling so weak. I didn’t normally feel guilt, or any type of weakening emotion, but when I did, it got me angry. I hated feeling that way, and more importantly, I hated when others knew I was feeling that way.

              Liza was still staring. I shrugged. “I’ll probably go,” I answered under my breath.

              Going back to her eggs, she said, “we’re leaving at seven.” I rolled my eyes, trying not to grunt, but alas, she heard me.

              At seven I was ready to jump out the window and pretend I had been kidnapped. I had planned to stage a fight in my room, but when Liza came knocking, I abandoned all my plans of excavation. I had gotten dressed in a red tank top with blue jeans and my Vans shoes. I didn’t really know how people got dressed in Heaven’s Cove, but I was sure it was not cowboy boots and stuff.

              When I came outside to meet Liza, she was sitting in her Jeep, wearing a black blouse, her fiery hair a knot atop her head.

              We rode in silence, the scenery going from forest green to the light pastels of the city. I could smell the salt from the sea in the air. The wind was gentle and warm, and as the sun fell beyond the horizon, the climate slowly descended to a very comfortable temperature.

              By the time we’d arrived at the parking lot, the weather was kind and the wind was low, and the smell of sea salt still hung in the air. Liza got out of the car, whistling under her breath, and I followed behind her.

As we walked down the main lane of the town, I could hear the soft booming of music and the chitter chatter of a crowd. We rounded the corner to what was known as the “town square” by the common folk. All the stores had their interior and exterior lights opened, creating a intricate cacophony of light against the town amassed in the center. Music was playing from the ice cream store, soft and gentle tunes. Merchants had their stock displayed on wooden tables here and there, the smell of food invading the square.

Truthfully, the view was adorable. Folk who’d known each other since birth were gathered, laughing, dancing, tasting the foods, and enjoying the company of each other. Old and young, teens and adults, all were gathered in the dim lights of the square.

I was honestly awed.

Liza’s hand found my shoulder, bringing my closer against her body. The intimacy made my mouth dry, my hands twitching, wanting to avoid all kinds of vulnerability. “This is where your father grew up,” she said, her voice low. “He had friends like them,” she added, pointing to a group of teenagers laughing beside a small fire. “He had ambitions and dreams for this town. He was going to go to school and come back to help us.”

I stood there, feeling the insides of my palms itching. “What about my mom?” I asked, feeling salty. Liza always talked about my father like he was a god and my mother was the goddess of hell. But I knew them both, and yes, my mother was a bitch, but to me she had had those fleeting moments of pure motherhood.

Liza sighed. “It’s hard to explain.”

I rolled my eyes, swiftly stepping aside. “My mom was not as horrible as you think,” I growled, feeling venom on the top of my tongue.

My grandmother shrugged, a sad smile on her lips. “It’s hard to see the good in someone who took away the only thing you had.”

She left me on that, walking towards a group of women and men that appeared to be in her age range. She just left me standing there, a sour taste in my mouth, overthinking every moment spent with my mother. Was she really as bad as everyone said she was? If she was bad, was I? I had her looks and her temper, maybe a hint of her anger and snapping character. But was I as bad as everyone said she was?

“Hailee!”

The sound of my name brought me back from my reverie. A curly-haired blonde was barreling down the path from the parking lot. A huge smile on her lips, splaying those pearly whites, her big blue eyes round and joyful. Behind her, a tall young man with shaggy blonde hair and a beard, looking strangely familiar.

“Hailee,” she breathed, “I’m glad you could make it.” She was wearing a beige sweater and bright blue jeans, her hair tousled to one side of her head. She had on dazzling earrings and shining lip-gloss.

“Hey Carly,” I muttered, smiling slowly. The man behind her gave me a huge grin, hugging his blue cardigan around his torso.

“This is my brother Scott,” Carly continued, introducing us. “Scott, this is Hailee, the girl that lives with Nanny.”

His grin turned into a full-on smile and he gave me his hand. “It’s really nice to meet you, Hailee.”

“You need a nickname,” Carly laughed, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “How about, Haze?”

“That’s actually really not necessary,” I tried, but now even Scott was into it. He was strangely familiar; his height, his light brown coloring, the way he smiled made his eyes turn in a very familiar manner.

“Mom!” Carly exclaimed suddenly, waving to a couple walking in through the same path. “Mom, dad!”

They seemed endearing, hand-in-hand, soft and kind with their gentle features. The man was tall with the same auburn colors as his son. The woman was shorter, of tough build, and wore the same smile as the blonde fire-ball before me.

“This is Hailee Smith,” Carly said matter-of-fact. “Haze, this is my mother, Lisa, and my dad, Bob.”

I smiled shyly, waving at them awkwardly as if I was a teenage girl meeting her boyfriend’s parents. The woman, Lisa, looked me over with a kind smile.

“You look like your mother, doesn’t she, Bob?” she said, looking up to her husband. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“You knew her too?” I mumbled. Lisa nodded.

“She moved in here she was, what, maybe seven or eight,” she said, and it was the first time I heard someone talking about my mother with not a hint of hatred. “She had a drive, that young woman. Whatever she wanted, she got it.”

Just like my dad.

I didn’t say anything more. I decided hearing about the past meant nothing for my future. I needed to move on; move away from this toxic town.

“Have you met my two others?” Lisa asked, making me frown. “Carly go find Shanna, would you?” As if she was a child, Carly playful ran off to find her sister, I presumed, while I stayed back.

“I assume you’ve met Chris?” Lisa asked me.

I froze. That name rang a bell. A bad bell. The guy who was at Liza’s place and treated me like a smoocher? That Chris? The man I deliberately insulted? I had totally forgotten Carly and him were related. Well, that was going to go bananas later.

Lisa was oblivious. “He said he went by Nanny’s place last week to fix her pool and her AC,” she went on. “He didn’t have time to fix the AC, but I’m sure he’ll be back some time this week.” She looked truly concerned, so I doubted that Chris told her about our whole dilemma.

I had deliberately tried to ignore and avoid Chris the entire week. I had seen glimpses of him here and there, always with his tool box, a bright smile on his lips. I caught him at the resto I had an interview at tomorrow, helping out with the industrial fridges. I saw a bit of him repairing someone’s car. But I had avoided him at all costs. He made my ego hurt.

“I’m going to go get a drink,” I said, smiling awkwardly, stepping back.

“I’ll go ahead with you,” Scott added quickly, waving to his parents as we headed for the table with free beer.

Scott was tall and had such a warm smile that it evoked zero ounce of hatred in me. I felt completely at ease with him. Walking in silence, despite his awkward throat-clearing, wasn’t as bad as I had thought.

“My parents are quite talkative,” he said shyly, hands in his jean pockets. I waved it off.

“Mine never really talked to me so,” I answered, shrugging.

I didn’t know why I had said that, but that moment of clarity, of openness, didn’t taste as bad as I had envisioned.

“My brother is the real talkative guy,” he continued. “He’s older than me, so he’s always looked out for me. Do you have any siblings?”

“I’m the only one,” I answered with a grimace.

“Oh boy, you’re lucky,” he said. I grabbed a beer from the table, thanking the woman sitting there with a smile. She was short and stocky, grey hair a tangled mess on her head.

Scott continued. “My brother and my sisters, man, they were so much trouble,” he giggled. “Chris was into sports and my sisters tried to follow, and that made the household such a mess!”

I laughed with him, finding it in me to put aside the awful feeling I had since I had left Boston. “Carly is the spitfire,” he added, his tone softening, “and Shanna is the brilliant one. And then Chris is the big-hearted bro, you know.”

“What about you?” I asked, sipping on the cool beer, walking back towards the center of the square.

“I’m just the little brother,” he answered.

“You’re more than that, for sure,” I said, laughing, enjoying the feel of simple company.

However, the feeling didn’t last long. A broad-shouldered hunk of a man came into my line of vision, accompanied by a bustling blonde. I felt the wave of bile at the back of my throat; anger and pride rising to meet the knowledge that I might have overreacted the other day by the pool.

Scott turned to his brother with wide arms, embracing him. “Chris, good to see you,” he said. I rolled my eyes shyly, looking away from the siblings.

Even though Chris made me fume, I couldn’t deny how good he looked. Even though he wore a simple blue blouse and dark jeans, he looked better than anyone at the gathering. His hair was messy and gathered behind his ears, while those baby blues matched his attire. Of course.

“You met Hailee, right?” Carly piped in. I turned, feigning surprise, and nodded. I met Chris’ eyes for a brief instant, ignoring the sly smile on his endearing mouth.

“I’ve gotta go find my grandmother,” I spat, turning on my heels, feeling my chest squeezing with both hatred and awkwardness.

“I’ll go along with you.”

I resisted the urge to growl. He really wanted me to throw another tantrum in the middle of town?

He slid in beside me, matching step, smiling like he won the lottery. “So, did the lemonade come off easily on the carpet?” he asked sarcastically.

“Do you really want me to tell you to fuck off?” I asked, gritting the words between my teeth. I held my cup of beer tightly. He shrugged.

“I’m still waiting for an apology,” he said. He smelled like cars and salt and man, and even though I wanted nothing more than to rid my mind of him, just his presence made me want to rip his clothes off.

When I looked up at him from under a deep frown, I saw the good in those bay blues. The never-ending sweetness and goodhearted intentions. He was not a bad man. He was not the man I wanted him to be, because it was much easier to see him as bad than to come to terms with the only true fact being that I was the worst thing that could ever happen to him.

“Fuck off.”

He laughed, following my steps again. “Would you like ice cream?” he asked, his voice laced with laughter as we made our way through the tough crowd in the center. “I’m sure you’re not really looking for Nanny, right?”

I turned to him, staring daggers, fuming. I wanted nothing more than to scream at him, but I also didn’t want to cause a scene.

“Or maybe you’re just trying to find a way to get rid of me?” he asked feigning innocence. I huffed, really, huffed, and turned on my heels. “So chocolate or vanilla?”

I didn’t really know where Liza was or anybody else in this town, so I sighed and stopped. “Chocolate,” I answered, watching as he slid ahead of me, shooting me a heart-stopping grin.

He went up to the clerk, elbows on the counter and all, grinning from ear to ear. I watched, standing a few feet away, as the light from inside the ice cream canteen reflected off his face. Even his smile, so sweet and good, was more angelic than anything I’d ever encountered.

Thinking back, that is the moment I realized I would destroy him.

He came back holding two cups of chocolate ice cream, an even bigger grin on his face. “Don’t you think vanilla is just overrated?” he joked, handing me the cup.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t really care.”

“Hailee, look,” he said as we stepped aside, his tone going from joking to serious. “I think we started on the wrong foot, you and I, right?”

“Right,” I grunted, finishing my beer and starting on my ice cream.

“Whatever it was, I’m willing to put it behind us,” he said with a slow smile. I looked up at him, dark eyes meeting light blue. He was serious. He stuck out his hand dramatically. “Friends?”

I hesitated. Then I brought my hand into the warmth of his, letting him engulf it and shake it gently. “Friends,” I muttered.

He smiled. He let his hand stay in mine a little longer, my skin beginning to tingle, my mouth watering. Quickly, I wrenched my hand from his and wiped it on my jeans.

“So what are your plans now?” he asked. He motioned to a bench that was sitting just outside the square borders. It was in the shadows, conveniently away from the crowd.

“I have a job interview tomorrow,” I admitted, following Chris to the bench and sitting down. His thigh brushed mine, and I had to fight the tingles crawling up my thighs.

“Where?” he asked, and he did that classic boy thing where he lay his arm on the back of the bench, his fingers skimming my shoulder.

“The diner that overlooks the sea?” I squeaked. He chuckled, his laugh rumbling through his chest.

“The fish ‘n’ chips?” he asked. “Good luck with that.” I laughed with him.

I enjoyed his company for the entire night. Maybe Chris was not as bad. He made me laugh. He made me forget there were things out there that tore me apart. He made forgot the pain that was wedged deep within my soul. I was hurt. I was broken. But in those moments, sitting in the shadows, ice cream freezing my lips, with Chris by my side, I was content and whole.

“I should drive you back,” he said. “I saw Nanny leaving and I’m sure she wouldn’t want you walking all the way back.”

I stood, giggling, feeling the one beer and the ice cream sloshing in my tummy. I felt good. “What, is this town full of serial killers and stuff?” I asked sarcastically. An expression, dark and fleeting, passed quickly across Chris’ face. As soon as it had been there, it was gone. I was left questioning it as I followed him back to the parking lot.

He had been chatty and smiling the entire night, and now, his face had turned somber. Even if I couldn’t properly see his face in the fading lights and the darkness of the path, I could tell he was triggered.

“It’s just not safe at night,” he answered as we got to his black pick up truck. I shrugged.

“Boston was never safe,” I grumbled, “day or night.”

We rode in silence. Chris was lost in thought and I was lost in the scenery of the forest green with the glinting sea beyond. Inside his car it smelled like boy and oil, soft music playing in the speakers. When we arrived at Liza’s, he got out.

“You don’t have to,” I grumbled, shutting the door behind me. Liza’s place was all dark, but the porch door was swinging opened, blocked from closing by a rock, probably placed there by my grandmother.

Chris chuckled. “Good luck for your interview,” he said.

I laughed. “You’re only saying that to be nice.”

He shrugged, walking onto the porch, the steps creaking under our weight. Under the moonlight, he looked soft and pale. His eyes kept finding mine, his mouth twitching. “Can I take you out to dinner Friday?” he asked calmly, no inch of anxiety in his tone.

Oh, I wanted to refuse, really, I did. But even despite his good looks, there was a certain magnetism to him, a certain calm that drove me to him. I barely knew him, and I wanted nothing more than to stay with him. Yet I was dangerous and destructive, elusive and spontaneous. I was like my mother. Him and I, we were not meant to be. He was the type of boy that I used and disposed of back home. And I didn’t want to be that girl anymore.

I was so lost in thought, my brows pulled, that I didn’t feel his hands on my biceps until he shook me slightly. His fingers were warm, caressing my skin, and I didn’t want him to stop one bit. “Am I being too forward?” he whispered. He was leaning in slightly, his much larger frame almost cupping around me.

“I just… um…” How could I say it without sounding stupid?

He chuckled, rubbing my arms again, making me sway slightly. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. If I did accept to go out with him, nothing would stop me from ruining the good in him.

“Hey, look, um,” he took out his phone, his hands leaving my skin, a cold trail following the lack of his warm palms. “I could leave you my number and whenever you want, you can text me?” he said.

I nodded. “Yeah,” I breathed. I handed him my phone, watching the electronic light up on his face.

“We don’t have to go out,” he added, just to be sure I got the message. “We can go surfing or hiking, you know, anything you want.”

I took my phone back, unsure of what to answer. He stood there, tall and almost intimidating, watching me with intent in his eyes. Then, quickly, almost so quick I thought I had dreamt it, he kissed my cheek tenderly, his hand cupping shoulder. I closed my eyes slightly, enjoying the innocence of that fleeting moment. And then he was slowly walking down the steps.

“I’ll see you around, Haze,” he chuckled, back to his boastful and energetic self. I waved at him, feeling broken and complete all at once.

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[flowers-in-your-dustbin]

All the questions

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

Already did today whoops

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

False

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

Yep lmao

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

I think it was or could’ve been but definitely not

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

Today! More than like! Love!

6. What are you excited for?

My birthday tomorrow!

7. What happened tonight?

I painted… And painted.

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

Nope, who cares which gender it is if you’re wasted and throwing up on me that’s disgusting anyhow.

9. Is confidence cute?

Yeah boo! Wish I had that!

10. What is the last beverage you had?

Water, boring bitch ik.

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

1. 2 if you include my dog

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

Aye

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

Go OUT for the first time ever EEEP

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

A beverage.

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

Yup!

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

If so, I hope for the better!

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

My galpal

18. The last time you felt broken?

Good question, couldn’t tell you without an emo answer.

19. Have you had sex today?

Yup!

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

I’m scared to grow up and actually have to do things lmao.

21. Are you in a good mood?

I’d say so!

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

Nope no definitely not.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

Couldn’t tell you.

24. What do you want right this second?

My galpal.

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

‘…’ with the eyebrow raise that fucks her off.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

Yup!

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

Probs not, humour’s a biggie.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

My diary haha and the situation involved.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

Always really, truly do as soon as I’m without you.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

Yeah. But not Trump, not in 2020.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

Nah, I probably should tho.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

I’d bloody well hope so.

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

Hah am I FUCK. I gave it up at Lent.

34. Listening to?

Red - Catfish and The Bottlemen

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

All the time

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

Not in my bed :(

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I think so!

38. Who did you last call?

My galpal

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

My galpal.

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

Because I’m a fuckin gayyy who loves my girlfriend.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

When I baked them really badly with my gal.

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

hah NOPE far from it.

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

I embarrass myself in front of everyone all the time so undoubtedly yes, thats obis part of my endearing charm

44. Do you tan in the nude?

NOPE

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

Yeah, I’d take it back so I could have it all over again hehe. (smooth ik)

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

Pretty much!

47. Who was the last person to call you?

My galpal (recurrent answer ik)

48. Do you sing in the shower?

Of course

49. Do you dance in the car?

No I drive with two hands on the wheel and an almighty attention span.

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

Yeah!

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

uM, does my girlfriend count? Last Friday.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Yeah but they’re good every now and again

53. Is Christmas stressful?

Yeah but good!

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

a what?

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

a none of the above pie

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

Artist, Illustrator, Tattoo Artist, Graphic Designer, Teacher

Catch my drift?

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

Meh nah 

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

Yeah.

59. Take a vitamin daily?

Nope!

60. Wear slippers?

Nope!

61. Wear a bath robe?

Yeah when I can’t be arsed to get changed to go to the toilet.

62. What do you wear to bed?

Wouldn’t you like to know!?

63. First concert?

 Justin Bieber lmaooo

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

Target.

65. Nike or Adidas?

Nike

66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

Cheetos cause I’ve never had Fritos 

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

Peanuts omg gimme

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

uhhhhh.. Love Story?

69. Ever take dance lessons?

Hah I took ONE dance lesson.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

Being the besets guitarist ever with a side hobby of counsellor, that way round yes.

71. Can you curl your tongue?

Yeah, just did.

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

Well we tie broke and I was getting bored so I let her win and she got to go to Cambridge lmao that wasn’t in the T&Cs

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

Yeah.

74. What is your favorite book?

The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde

75. Do you study better with or without music?

With.

76. Regularly burn incense?

No.

77. Ever been in love?

Currently am.

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

The Smiths but that can’t happen so more sensibly Arctic Monkeys

79. What was the last concert you saw?

Morrissey!

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

Hot

81. Tea or coffee?

Tea. Tea. Tea. All the tea.

82. Favorite type of cookie?

Choc chip bois!

83. Can you swim well?

Not too bad!

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

I’m not sure, no.

85. Are you patient?

hmmmmm. nope.

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

DDDDDD- DJ.

87. Ever won a contest?

Maybe

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

Nah.

89. Which are better black or green olives?

None of the above olives.

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

You do you, boo. And do others too.

91. Best room for a fireplace?

Living room!

92. Do you want to get married

Sure thing! 

#asks