#Perhaps I should do an ask or starter call soon?

[orderbourne]

Merry Christmas to my followers!

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

10: I'm Packing Up My Pie and Leaving

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Toriel’s behavior has been a little strange after returning from hanging out with Napstablook.

For starters…

”Wha-Hey, why are you packing away my stuff??” You ask frantically, running into your room.

Is this it? Is she finally bored of you and kicking you out? You’re not going to lie, you just assumed you would live the rest of your days with Toriel. MAYBE that would’ve changed if Frisk decided to show up, but MAYBE. You didn’t expect to come home to see Toriel in your room, packing up your clothes in a suitcase.

You thought… You thought when she called you her child, that she meant it. That when she showed you her soul, and she accepted yours, that it meant she actually cared about you the way you genuinely cared for her.

The goat monster stands up hastily, turning around to look at you with wide eyes. “[Y/n]…! I didn’t expect you to be back so soon-”

Her words get caught in her throat at your rapidly growing tears.

”No, no. Just… tell me what I need to do to change, okay?” Your voice wavers as your tears fall easily down your cheeks, “Just tell me what it is, and I’ll do it.”

“[Y/n]-”

”No, Tori. You make me happy.” Your chest heaves at your attempt to withhold a sob,  “Please don’t throw me away.”

Soft, warm arms pull you into an embrace. Your face is tucked in the crook of Toriel’s soft neck as her arms hold you tight.

“No, no! Oh, my sweet child, I’m not throwing you away-I’m not getting rid of you,” Her soul aches at your rapidly spiraling thoughts, she couldn’t bear seeing you cry and being the reason why. “Oh, [Y/n]. Please do not cry, it’s not what it seems.”

Your hands clutch at the fabric on the back of her dress, “But… But why are you…?”

“I had planned to sit you down to talk to you about it, but you came back so soon,” Toriel gently redirects you to the bed, doing her best not to trip since she doesn’t want to let you go. “I just… We need to address your stay here, specifically in the Ruins.”

You pull away finally once you two are sitting down. Your face is hot in slight embarrassment and shame from crying so easily. Your period ended yesterday, but you’re still allowed to blame it, right?

“I know that you’re adamant about staying here, and from the depths of my soul, it means so much to me that you want to stay with me,” She wipes your teary eyes with her sleeves, “But you and I both know you’re getting rather depressed staying here already.”

You grimace at her blunt words, but say nothing to refute them because she’s right.

”You will remain unhappy if you are trapped here. The Ruins are very small once you get used to them. As much as I am hesitant about it, I think it would be in your best interest if perhaps you finally venture out of this place.” Toriel smiles, squishing your cheeks slightly with her fuzzy hands, “That’s not to say you’re not allowed to come back. I very much would like it if you would visit from time to time, and call every once in a while.”

”What’s even past the Ruins?” You ask like a fake bitch because you know damn well.

”There’s a small town called Snowdin. Last I remember is that it’s not very populated, and the folks are rather kind. Just as the name implies, it’s cold all year ‘round, and the entire place is covered in snow.”

You gnaw at your bottom lip, “But… What if I run into that flower again? I’m not a fighter, Toriel, but I’m not going to let myself get killed if it comes to it.”

She shakes her head, “I was just about to get to that. I have a friend that lives in Snowdin, and he’s agreed to not only watch over you and protect you, but to also let you stay with him and his brother as long as you’re there.”

…

WHAT?! NOOOO!!! YOU’RE SURE THIS IS SOMEONE’S LIFE LONG DREAM, BUT THAT MOTHER FUCKER SCARES YOU EVEN MORE NOW THAT HE’S REAL!!

Oh God, if he ever finds out that you know more than you “should,” he’s going to fucking kill you! You just know it!

You must’ve had some kind of negative expression on your face because Toriel chuckles and rubs her thumb against the crease of your furrowed brows.

“You need not worry about him. He’s kind and even shares some of your humor. I have a feeling you two would get along if you’re open to it.”

“I’ll… ah, I’ll try.” You look off to the floor to your packed clothes, “You were packing up my things now because once I got back and we had the talk, I was supposed to leave right after, right?”

”Yes, that was the plan. My friend will be waiting right outside the Ruins soon enough. He’ll also be escorting you to Snowdin town to ensure you get there safely.”

You somehow doubt that.

“I’ll admit that I’m a little scared. I really only trust you and Blooky, and now I’m gonna be staying with…Wait, what’s his name?”

“Ah… Ah-ha ha…” Toriel looks away bashfully, “I’m not actually sure. I’ve never asked for his name after all this time. I never told him mine either.”

Bruh. She’s so lucky you already know, but still!

Your deadpan expression makes her blush.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Toriel gently takes your hands, “You understand now, yes? This is for the best, [Y/n].”

You frown, “Yeah. I guess it is. I’m going to miss you a lot, Tori. I mean, who’s going to tell me about the 72 uses for snails while we go bug-hunting at your favorite bug-hunting spot?”

“I’m sure you will manage,” Her smile softens, “I will miss you greatly as well, my child. You make me so happy whenever you are by my side, but knowing that you are going to be happier somewhere else will make me happiest.”

“Now, then,” She sighs and looks at the floor, “let’s finish this up. My friend will be expecting us soon and we should not keep him waiting.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll get my things from the bathroom.”

“By the way, [Y/n].”

”Yes?”

“Why did you return early? You were only gone for an hour.”

”Ahh, right.” You nod in recollection, “Apparently, Blooky works at some snail farm, and he got a call from his loyal customer. He was there waiting for him, so after he brought me back he had to go.”

“…A snail farm?”

”Ha ha! I bet that sounds like heaven to you!”

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If you and Toriel took a little longer to actually get your things ready and also had lunch together because you didn’t want to part from each other, that’s between you and the lord.

While you two were packing, you had your souls out to hover above your chests. With Toriel expending some of her magic, you guys were able to enjoy each other’s music. Near the end of your song (because of course it would loop, Toriel’s song loops as well), there’s a big drop that gives you chills each time. You and the Goat Mom of the Year™ always made a big show of it too, doing one, big, dramatic head bang no matter what you were busy doing.

You’re surprised that Toriel is going to let you visit, and encourages you to call her. And even though this goodbye isn’t forever…

You’re really going to miss her.

With a suitcase being dragged behind yourself with a whole Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie packed in there, you and Toriel descend into the basement.

(“No, my child. You cannot eat all of the pie by yourself. This is also for my friend and his brother as a thank you.”

“They wouldn’t appreciate it the way I would.”

“[Y/n].”

”Okay, okay. I’ll share it.”)

You’ve never actually been down here before since there was no need for it. You never asked, so Toriel never told. You knew anyway of course, but just like everything else in the Underground, things looked different in real life.

“Once you reach Snowdin and get settled in, call me, won’t you?” She asks as you draw closer to the large, double doors.

You nod with a grin, ”Yeah, of course I will. I might spend the first few days just looking for work, so don’t expect any crazy adventures right off the bat.”

”I hear there is a library in Snowdin. Maybe you can try finding a position there.”

Uh, you were thinking more of working at the shop with the nice bunny monster lady, but sure! That works too!

“If that’s the case then I’ll rent out some books I think you’ll like and bring ‘em to you, promise,” You scrunch up your nose, “I can tell you’ve been reading those same ones since forever.”

“I would greatly appreciate that, my child.”

You slow to a stop at the imposing doors, the Delta Rune (vine boom sound) marks the top middle but has faded slightly over time. The silence is loud for a few seconds, but Toriel manages to get the strength to speak first.

“Here we are,” She faces you with a sad smile, “Strange. When we officially first met, I would have never imagined that our bond would have grown as strong as it did. Now, I cannot imagine a world where I do not know you.”

…Ouch. That was supposed to be a very sweet statement, but because you are burden with certain knowledge, those words make you a little sad. Toriel says it with so much certainty, but you’ve seen a world where it’s just not true.

Despite that, there’s also a warm feeling you get too. That you truly matter to her so much. If this is just some dream that’s lasting forever, or if this really is your reality now, this bond you’ve built is real.

You pull Toriel into a hug, smiling when she reciprocates it immediately. You don’t know if what you say next is allowed, or if it’s okay with Toriel, but you say it anyway.

”I’ll see you soon, mom,” You hum softly, “I love you.”

Toriel tightens her arms, “And I love you, my child. Be good, alright?”

YOU’RE NOT GONNA CRY. YOU’RE NOT GONNA CRY. YOU’RE NOT GONNA CRY. YOU’RE NOT GONNA CRY-

Your goat mom pulls away slowly, her kind, brown eyes glossy with tears. “If my friend gives you trouble, or if you find yourself in any trouble, just call me and I will personally resolve the issue.”

You snort at the mental image of Toriel hitting Sans with the chancla like your other mother used to do to you and your brothers.

“I will. I might call and complain about him anyway because I’m a huge man hater like that.”

”But you like Napstablook, don’t you?”

”That’s different. He’s just a little guy.”

You know what? Toriel can’t even argue with that.

“Fair enough.” Toriel sighs, fixing up your shawl, “You best get going now. My friend is most certainly waiting at this point, and I don’t want your tardiness to leave a bad impression on him.”

“Okay, okay.”

Since you’re heading to Snowdin, you (and Toriel) made sure to wear warm clothes so you don’t get sick and perish in the snow. You had bought the dress a week ago, and with Toriel’s help, modified it to fit your taste and measurements properly. It’s actually cute and makes you feel very pussy vagina slay.

The dark navy blue dress is thick and soft, stopping just at your knees. The sleeves are also long with the cuffs being white and thick (that’s what she said) and the neckline going straight across to leave your chest and shoulders exposed. Your leggings are black in color, matching with your boots that you originally arrived in. The dress also came with a matching shawl with a bow to keep it clasped shut. The bottom of the dress is white and fuzzy, same with the shawl, giving it a very cliche winter dress vibe.

You suppose that’s the point though. You’re not usually this fancy, but you guess your friend Elliot’s fashion sense is starting to rub off on you.

You grab the handle of your suitcase as Toriel opens the doors for you. You sigh heavily, stepping up to the opened doors. The hallway is long, leading into a dark area.

”Keep going straight. In that room,” Toriel tells you, pointing ahead, “are the doors that lead out the Ruins. My friend will be right outside, alright?”

“Yes, meemaw.”

She giggles at the name, giving you one last hug. Nothing else needs to be said; you drag your suitcase and walk through the doors. You’re only a few seconds down this hall when you hear the doors behind you close softly.

Great.

You harden your resolve and continue down the Hallway of Independence 2.0. Further down you can now see more into the last room, a dark place with a convenient spotlight in a patch of grass.

You stop walking.

Shit.

You completely forgot that Flowey shows up there to talk about how much of a beta cuck he is. If you’re lucky, he won’t show up at all. But if life decides to give you another challenge…

Well, you’re sure the suitcase can be used to bash his head in.

Politely, of course.

Your steps are quicker, descending down the hall with the lightning carpet being your indicator that this hallway doesn’t actually go on forever. You eye the entryway with suspicion, stepping into the dark room-

A large, golden flower emerges from grass, an annoyed expression on his fugly ass face.

“Clever. Verrrryyy clever.”

”Oh, Goddamn it, Flowey!” You scowl, “I barely stepped into this room, what the hell do you want now?”

“You think you’re really smart, don’t you? Hiding behind Toriel this whole time just because you’re too cowardly to see me again.” He tilts his head with a sinister smile, “So you were able to play by your own rules. But that didn’t last very long, did it? Now, that monster got tired of you and is throwing you out.”

…Does Flowey not know the real reason why you’re leaving? Far be it from you to ruin the story in his head, he seems to be having fun coming up with his own lies. You know what? More power to him.

“We all gotta leave the nest someday,” You tell him, “Sometimes… doing the same thing over and over again can get boring. Don’t you agree?”

His smile becomes strained, “I had a lot of time to think about it, but there’s no way it’s coincidental. You know what’s going on here, more than you’re willing to tell me.”

“Dude. You almost fucking killed me a month ago. No shit I’m not gonna tell you anything.” Speaking of, you lean over a bit since he’s so fucking short. “I’m kinda curious, though. Unless you’re trying to surprise attack me, why haven’t you killed me yet? I mean, it’s just you and me here.”

”Hah! It’s like you said. Doing the same thing over and over gets so boring. I decided I’m going to let you live, and see how this plays out. Nothing new has happened in years, and whatever the hell is wrong with you will be the only entertainment I can get.”

You deadpan, “Glad I can amuse you with my mental illness.”

At this, Flowey lets out a more genuine laugh, but quickly covers it up with that evil high pitched laugh he always does.

”Oh, this is SO much more interesting.”

And just like that, the soulless monster disappears beneath the Earth, leaving you alone with said mental illnesses. You sigh again, the tension and anxiety now leaving your body and already leaving you mentally drained.

Just up ahead are the doors leading to Snowdin’s forest. And, according to Toriel, Sans is waiting just outside.

God, you are NOT ready for this. Papyrus, you can handle. He’s just a misunderstood little man who often gets the short end of the stick because he tends to get dumbfounded by his own ineptness.

SANS, ON THE OTHER MOTHER FUCKING HAND.

Look, he’s cool. One of your favorite’s in the game. Keywords: IN THE GAME. You know the fandom tends to make him a little more angsty than he is sometimes, but he can still fuck you up if you give him a reason to. You think you’re decent to get along with, but you can recognize if you and someone else will bump heads.

Toriel said Sans was willing to watch over you and house you, but you’re not sure if you’re entirely comfortable with that. Hopefully, you can try convincing him to lie to Toriel and let you stay at that Inn instead of his house.

You grab the handle of your suitcase again. Taking a deep breath, you walk up to the doors and push them open.

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[mad-hatter-memes]

ENA (Season 1) Quote Starters

Feel free to edit the quotes or change any pronouns

Auction Day

"Can't you hurry? We need to go find a spot!" "Today's item must be super special! What do you think it is? "I'm too stupid to even imagine anything..." "All your existential troubles will go away soon, okay?" "That dog looks like he has something to say, if you get what I'm saying!" "No no no, that was very weird, what is wrong with you?" "Was that a rain-rock I just felt?" "Oh shoot! They are going to cancel the auction!" "Darn, life is so unfair." "Rude! You should ask before doing that, you know?!" "I'm sorry...my stuppiness never ends..."

Extinction Party

"Salutations, Sir! May I please enter?" "I have some urgent information to communicate to my pal, [Character Name]" "Present a blood-sample at once!" "What now? Are you going to shoot me or something?" "Please speak to me through the body language of the gods." "You must be on a real special quest here today" "Could you direct me to the correct way to reach [Character Name]?" "Can't you simpletons lend me some privacy?" "Perhaps you shouldn't with an untrained mind like yours. You could die" "It looks like the fisherman became the fished, am I right?!" "Can you say ANYTHING that makes sense?!" "Everything here is so weird." "Are you drunk again?!" "I don't see anything here, you are making a fool out of me..."

Temptation Stairway

"Hey, [Muse Name]! Check out this neat trick!" "Look, there are already some people here" "I wanna go home..." "I don't like this party..." "I'm allergic to people!" "I keep hearing voices inside my head...they tell me to eat my veggies!" "I just had the bestest idea: We'll make a bet!" "Whoever reaches the top of [Location Name] and makes their wish first, has to pay the debts of the loser." "Pay your debts? That sounds awful..." "No way! The [Character Name] is here!" "The bet's on, now let's get 'em!" "I can't go on, I won't achieve anything!!!" "What conspiracies are we cooking on the menu today?" "Would you like to buy treats to remember this beautiful event?" "I'm horrendously sorry, but I've been assigned to a sacred mission and I ought to make haste." "I believe I'm in dire need of your services to learn my current whereabouts." "Well, how much longer until the next celebration?" "Go away, our [Character Name] is no longer giving out horoscopes!" "Why are you looking at the banana like that?" "Identify yourself you disgusting banana worshipper!" "You are all living a lie!!!" "Why is everyone punching me so softly today?!" "Quit the hitting and finish the job!" "It looks like I'm the best and you're the worst!" "...Where are we, anyways?" "Dearest chum, could I inquire how your physical form was able to reach this place in such a short duration of time?" "Would you kindly reveal the wish you made to me?"

Power of Potluck

"Could you be so generous as to sing me towards the fun?" "Aren't you entertained enough?" "Golly, you sound positively starved of fun!" "I...don't recognize this strain of joy." "Say, why all the tears? Aren't you supposed to be cheering?" "It seems I've lost my way to the next act, I'd rather not miss it." "You're up on stage, lady!" "Take your role and play out joy to all audiences!" "How could a chore like this jollify someone anywho?!" "What's the flavor of today's voyage?" "I sense that there might be a touch of exaggeration in your joy." "You have been coming here persistently-over and over." "You need not return here anymore..." "You were supposed to ring-rong the bell and run. Not enter the WRONG damn place!" "For the last time...It's called ring-rong run!!! Have you even played this before? "How fun was it inside anyways?"

[ardenpodcast]

Greetings Good People of Tumblr! It is I, Andy Wheyface, logging in to give you my insights into the most spectacular television program - a little show called DUCKTALES, starring my fellow billionaire, Scrooge McDuck! (And his nephews, who I presume are locked in perpetual battle with each other to secure his affections and inherit his vast riches!)

To celebrate Arden's Indiegogo campaign for our third season hitting another big milestone, I've just watched the DuckTales theme song sequence. And I must say, my mind is positively RACING from these intriguing (and highly realistic) sights and sounds.

For starters, look at this! A WAVE of MONEY? Genius! Naturally I also have an unimaginable quantity of golden coins in a big vault such as this one (more on that later) - but I never considered installing a wave machine capable of creating a monstrous, crashing tsunami of gold that will rain down upon my body and sweep me up in its unstoppable path... until NOW!

Next, consider this helicopter. I know what you're thinking - "Andy, you're an eccentric billionaire! Surely you're not impressed by a helicopter, of which you must own several!" How well you know me!

But what I don't own... is a helicopter piloted BY a DUCK! But of course, it makes perfect sense - ducks are masters of the skies already, flying as they do upon their majestic wings. So naturally they'd make excellent pilots.

And now, I can hear you saying, "Andy, if you're building a powerful duck army in New York City, a legion of ducks stronger than anything this world has ever seen before, perhaps you should provide them with helicopters," and let me assure you: plans ARE already in motion. But I thank you for the suggestion just the same!

Now what exactly is happening here? It's unclear, but if I had to venture a guess, I'd say that Scrooge McDuck is walking through some sort of rejuvenating energy field that will make him feel younger in mind, body, and spirit. Based on this image alone, I can promise you that my duck army WILL be equipped with state-of-the-art rejuvenating energy fields, as I've gathered that they must be extremely important to ducks of some prominence!

Ahh, now this view will look familiar to all of you - we all have a spiral staircase leading down to our money vaults, do we not? I certainly do!

And THIS view will look familiar to those of you who have been hospitalized for trying to dive into an enormous custom-built vault full to the brim with golden coins, as inspired by Scrooge McDuck himself!

I am, OF COURSE, talking about ME, Andy Wheyface! As it turns out, slamming into a mound of solid gold at a high velocity is not nearly as comfortable as you'd think!

The pain was agonizing!

Good People, this particular screencap sent a chill down my spine, so much did it remind me of when another type of vicious underwater beast (sea lions) attacked my underwater casino - an event that is still having unexpected consequences upon the duck community to this day!

And such occurrences remind us of the fragility of life, of the constant danger lurking around every corner, of the need to ARM ducks against threats of all kinds. Which is why I've already commissioned robot duck suits just like this one, so MY ducks will not have to live in fear! I told you this title sequences was full up to the brim with inspiration! I have no idea what's happening here, but I DO know with every fiber of my being that it's a SPECTACULAR idea!

Now, this moment made me pause, so deep in contemplation as I was. When they soar above the clouds, flapping their wings mightily as the wind carries them across the heavens like a starlit highway... do ducks dream of going to space? Do they have ambitions of seeing the Earth from above?

Would that we could ask them such lofty queries....

Anyway, I've now commissioned a tiny rocket to carry ducks to space, so I suppose we'll find out soon enough!

Another interesting thought here - ducks accessing GENIE technology! What would a duck wish for, had it access to all the powers and mysteries of the universe? Wealth? Power? An unlimited supply of pretzels? ALL OF THE ABOVE?

YES!!!

And if someone - say, an eccentric billionaire and owner of Wheyface Industries - provide the ducks with such things... would they view ME as a genie? Or even as a GOD?!

And that, good people, has been my commentary on DuckTales, a vivid documentarian glimpse into the upper crust of duck society!

And if you have been inspired by this magnificent program, let me offer you this advice:

Put on some body padding before diving into your coin vault. Your bones will thank you!

If you'd like to earn more rewards like my DuckTales commentary, donate to Arden's season three campaign on Indiegogo and help us reach more milestones!

[auburniivenus]

ooc, the crystal ball didn't tell me about all this sweet people coming back to me. Maybe I should try tarot? Thank you all deeply!!! I'm sure we gonna have a lot of fun again and I'll be able to invade the ask boxes again. Gonna post a starter call soon! And perhaps a promo. I am a little bit rusty I guess. Hope everyone is doing fine!! Keep doing your best even when the world seems so dark. That was what kept me living for awhile. Don't let the dark thoughts cloud your mind. You're precious and unique and some people are just jealous of that!

[frozcnlight]

@diverse-hearts asked: “How are you feeling? Need me to rub your back? Get you something to eat? Turn the air down?” - Chuuya Stages of Relationships Starters - selective accepted

Sulking Miran didn’t even face her fiance when she heard his voice and instead even turned around in order to not see him. Did he deserve her current, silent treatment? Perhaps not as much as she currently acted, but her hormones caused her to react even more dramatical to things she did not approve of than usual. So she buried her face underneath the blanket so that only her golden strands peered out, messy as she hadn’t even gotten to comb it yet. Why would she? The people she trusted the most had literally banned her from working and so all she could do was sleep day in, day out! They treated her like she was sick, when she was just pregnant - and not even that far yet!

Well, perhaps the sixth month couldn’t be called ‘not far’, but at least she wasn’t in her last few weeks either. Besides all of that - the children grew in her belly and, luckily, not in her head! So she should still be allowed to work from bed at least!

Miran dared to slide down the blanket a little bit in order to take a glance at her fiance after all. But as soon as she felt her bottom lip quiver as if she started to cry - which was just embarrassing - she quickly hid again underneath. But all that silence was after all an impossibility, because there was one thing she couldn’t ignore.

“I’m hungry… and I’m cold.”.

‘Cold’ wasn’t even what she truly felt. The room was well heated and the blanket was as thick as it could be. Their shared bed was a place of warmth - which was just natural. After all, the building in which they lived wasn’t just any - but one of the most expensive and luxurious hotels around. Every room was ensured to be comfortable - for guests and the family who lived in one of the wings and on the highest floor alike. 

However, the thing about her ‘coldness’ was more the heiress’ hidden way of saying that she needed her fiance with her - and wanted to find herself in his comforting arms. Usually she wasn’t reluctant in just saying so straight forward when it was just the two of them and she didn’t really know what stopped her this time from doing so.

Perhaps it were the hormones that just threw her in a whirl of messed up emotions anyway - and with twins, so she was told, everything was just worse anyway. She remembered well when her doctor had said those words to her - along with the announcement that there wasn’t just one, but two babies growing within her. Oh, she was happy to have a family with Chuuya, she truly was. But the fact that they were still fairly new in their relationship and that they were still rather young in age made it somewhat frustrating. Besides, both of them had busy jobs, so she found herself in unspoken concern if they would even be able to give the unborn twins the love they deserved - even now. If she ever would have a family, so she had promised herself, she didn’t want to end up like her own parents. She didn’t know how they had cared about Sehun and Yejun when they were still younger, nor how they had been towards her when she was still very young, until her mother had decided to mostly ignore her, unless they had to play the perfect, little family to outwards people.

Once again the female lurked out from her blanket, “And tea. But no lavender tea.”, a little frown appeared on her face, along with the pout she still carried on her lips, “Lavender tea makes me feel tired and fuzzy… I want mint tea instead and it has to be super sour with lots of lemon juice.”. 

She slowly sat up as good as possible but then used her hands in order to try to cover her hair that stood in literally every direction, but not the one they should and instantly she had the crossing thought that Chuuya was not the only one who was able to defy gravity - those few single strands of her hair sadly could do the same. She saw it in the mirror that hung not too far away from her bed, directly over a white dresser, on which surface stood a vase with a bunch of flowers she had long forgotten who she got from. Probably some guest or some parent who tried to gain her favors in order for their child to get hired. They often did this. They looked at her with those false smile on their lips while giving gifts to her that held no big meaning but a ‘I went out of my way to buy you a gift, so you better reward me for that and do me a favor’. Especially in her current state she hated those and if it weren’t for her assistant, she would probably have kicked them out immediately after receiving such gifts.

Her moods tended to swing even worse than usual currently, but she still couldn’t help but feel joy that she was at least allowed to do some kind of work like this. Even if it meant meeting with people she wanted to shove head first down her balcony or who probably would sit even on her lap if they were allowed to, just to show how far they went in order to be considered as ‘friendly enough’. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t met any of those people this week, yet the flowers looked pretty fresh.

“Who are those from?”, she asked after a long pause of just staring at the flowers, her voice sounding more irritated than she meant to, “The last ones were wilting already. Did somebody come in and change them while I was asleep? Do you know anything about that by chance?”.

[pinkbolts]

> @amarvel   … like thee starter .

sunny afternoon.. two power-houses finding solace in the clouds. hand in oh-so-understanding hand,   comparing life-forces .. or should we say prowess. something akin to star-crossed companions, t hat's what koriand'r believed at least.    though.. it seemed those opinions weren't shared — or rather questionable. the question asked was peculiar:     our powers are different, don't you think?   you can see it on sunset features, confusion mostly, but nothing close to rudeness. she dares to answer it with a difference of opinion, a great one, mind you..   “   i don't know.. i believe your powers are quite similar to mine.    “    fist, balled, extends out to show the blonde as if she couldn't see the light—force with her own two eyes. there's a small hum of light in tangerine palm, it blinks pink before dimming.

"   except yours are..   mesmerizing . "   fellow star in the flesh,   how about that!    never in her days did she think she would think she would see it,   nor it be so beautiful!    the colors were…   otherworldly , they almost remind her of home. compared to her vibrant rose that often varied in hue or shade, the color of the marvel's pigment truly was…   marvelous .   all puns & jokes intended.    chromatic some could describe & the way it shifted in the sunlight was hard to place on the spectrum of earth colors. and although she did love this planet,   she knew those colors couldn't have been from here.      mesmerized green scleras can't help but watch in ...    shock & awe   at the glory of solar flares in the base of palms.

only then does koriand'r notice she hasn't spoken much, just a wonder—filled stare at the others fists. there's redness that rises in her cheeks, arms the housed starbolts now flicker & dim. fists closed & crossed behind her back.    "   you'l' have to excuse me. i grow too.. excited.    "   eye drop to look around at circling clouds, embarrassment creeping up like a summer cold. washing over features it would soon make home..    "  my friends tell me my staring makes others… disagreeable.    “   in their defense, it wasn't exactly the best thing to have starfire stare at you …   most of the time.    those haunting orbs could leave quite a lasting impression,    or so she's heard .    “  and i am not used to others that share my…      “   there's a pause there. she didn't exactly know what to call carol's beams, perhaps she called them something different than starbolts.   huh… interesting.    “   what do you call them.. your light? what's it's name?      "

[crowley-fe11]

Rolechat (possibly) lost rp?

Your common tags are ineffable wives and ineffable husbands

Crowley: [Ineffable wives. Eldritch horror. CW: domestic abuse. Another Omegle-inspired prompt based on a concept I adore: Crowley has been dating a woman named Luci for a number of years. Things started out alright, but gradually got worse and worse over the years. Luci has been manipulative, possessive, and critical of her. But oddly enough, suddenly and entirely out of the blue, she's completely changed. Considerate, sweet and caring. Almost like she's someone else. Someone who is madly in love with her. Crowley knows something is off, but hasn't been able to figure out just what it is yet] Are you sure you've been feeling alright? C

Your starter has been read

A roleplayer: Of course, dear, I feel wonderful. Are you feeling ill? A

Crowley: No, I feel fine. You've just been different lately. C Not in a bad way, but just different. C

A roleplayer: Do you not like it? A

Crowley: You've been so lovely, how could I not like that? C Just... If something's put you in a better mood, I'm glad. C

A roleplayer: You put me in a wonderful mood. A

Crowley: That hasn't always been the case. C I've always tried, but is there something different this time? C

A roleplayer: No, no, of course not! A I'm very sorry if I've distressed you with the change. A I had a shift of heart, I believe it's called. A

Crowley: Alright. Then if there's anything I can do to keep you this happy, then I'll do it. C

A roleplayer: You don't need to do anything, how absurd! A I adore you as you are. A

Crowley: I'll bring you pastries, or wine, or flowers. C I like this new outlook. It's like a new you. C

A roleplayer: No, no, I'm the same as I ever was. Your partner. Don't be concerned. A

Crowley: Really? I feel like you're even better. C Though if you start feeling stressed out, you don't have to hold it in. I wanna help if that happens again. C

A roleplayer: I won't ever treat you like that. A

Crowley: Well, there are different ways we can address it. C Talking about it is a good one, or we could find some sort of outlet for that stress to go instead. C But I really do appreciate that. C

A roleplayer: You never deserved any of that. I'll make sure it never happens again. A You deserve to be treasured. A

Crowley: So do you, darling. C Is there anything I can bring home for you? C

A roleplayer: [....] A pastry from the shop on the corner would be lovely. A And we could open that wine you like. A

Crowley: You got it. Any specific requests? C Oh, you're wonderful. C

A roleplayer: They should have two religieuses left. A

Crowley: Did you call them? C

Crowley: How did you know? C

A roleplayer: [...] I don't. Why would I know something like that? A

A roleplayer: Just a guess. A

Crowley: Well, lucky guess! Just got both of them, and I'll be headed back in a moment. C

A roleplayer: Lovely. A

Crowley: See you soon, angel. C

A roleplayer: And you, my dear. A

Crowley: (Paragraphs okay?)

A roleplayer: (sure!)

Crowley: All of this seemed far too good to be true. Luci suddenly treating with not just respect, but adoration? It felt like a dream, almost as if Luci were someone else entirely, and Crowley hoped that might be the case. Was that a bad thing, to wish your longtime girlfriend who always belittled her and took out her stress on her be switched with someone different? Perhaps it was, but in any case, she wanted to do anything she could to keep her girlfriend in a positive mood. Crowley had not only gotten her the pastries she'd asked for, but figured flowers may not be a bad idea either. She meticulously picked out the best bouquet and headed back to their flat, drawing in a deep breath as she let herself in. "I'm home!" She called out, heart in her throat as she hoped that her partner was still in that chipper, bright mood as she was before.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale was still getting used to moving in this body. She'd nearly knocked the wineglasses onto the floor before pouring out the alcohol for them both, and that slip-up with the pastries.... she really needed to be more careful, if she didn't want Crowley to catch on. But that Luci woman had just been so awful to her, Aziraphale couldn't stand it. She had never felt this way about a human, about anyone or anything. But Crowley was lovely, so beautiful, so kind, so smart, so funny. She could sense Crowley's presence several blocks away, felt her drifting in and out of the pastry shop, long before she heard the lock turn. She straightened herself up, tidying the shoulders of her dress, a delicate, soft piece with lacey edges. She'd had to go through and replace nearly all of Luci's wardrobe—most of it was just awful. "I'm in the study, dear!" she called out, in Luci's voice. "I poured us some wine."

Crowley: Crowley carefully placed the pastry box in the fridge before following the sound of Luci's voice, soon finding her in the study as she'd mentioned. "You're such an angel, thank you," she told the other sincerely. If anything, it seemed to be the best way to describe how her girlfriend had changed, almost as if there were a soft, warm glow coming off of her that drew her in closer. She smiled softly at her as she handed her the bouquet. "That dress is new. Absolutely love it on you," she mentioned as she took in the lace details. Definitely not something Luci would go for, but it certainly suited her now.

A roleplayer: "No, no, not an angel, just me," Aziraphale said, rather hastily, before motioning towards the wine glasses with one hand, slightly awkwardly. She took the bouquet, and waited a beat too long before she remembered what humans usually did. She inhaled in the direction of the flowers, even though it just smelled like pollen molecules. "Oh, my dear, these are beautiful." She smiled at Crowley, and stood to put them in a vase. The flowers were beautiful, multicoloured and very fresh. They had been plucked only half a township away, Aziraphale could tell. "Oh, thank you. I thought her—ah, my wardrobe was a bit drab." She set the vase with the flowers on the countertop and settled in on the loveseat beside Crowley.

Crowley: "Well, maybe you're my angel," Crowley replied with an adoring smile, watching as the other hesitated with the flowers in hand before she went to take care of them. Something was definitely different, but should she really complain if things were going so well for once? Perhaps she really was someone different, though there were only so many reasons she could think of for that happening. And if she ever did touch on the subject, she'd have to be delicate about it, and why ruin a lovely evening? She took a seat on the loveseat, smiling up at the other as she returned and sat down beside her. She picked up the glass closest to her and raised it toward the other. "To new attitudes, and a fresh outlook?"

A roleplayer: Aziraphale felt dizzied, having Crowley look at her like that, with sweetness and adoration in her eyes. She had been waiting, begging for this moment for so long. She raised her own glass, staring almost helplessly at the woman before her. "To new life," she said softly, not bothering to imitate Luci's falsely sweet tone this time. She touched their glasses together, then took a sip of the wine. She knew she could take better care of Crowley than Luci did, she knew she would not let herself destroy this, the best thing that had ever happened to her.

Crowley: Crowley took a long sip once they'd clinked their glasses together. That's when an idea popped into her head. It could be a terrible one, but maybe there was a way she could get the other to drop her guard a bit and at least give her an understanding of what was going on. That simply required that the wine keep flowing, and she was sure she could get that to happen. "So, how was your day?" She asked curiously before she took another sip and leaned back against the cushions.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale let out an internal sigh of relief. Crowley didn't seem to suspect anything, thankfully. Maybe she could keep this up. "Oh, fine. Very normal." Lie. She had been to Luci's job, which was something very odd, something to do with computers. Aziraphale didn't really know what she was doing, but she'd found that if she muttered at the computer enough it generally did what she needed. Her supervisor had seemed surprised that she finished all her tasks early. "How was yours?" she asked, hoping to redirect attention from herself.

Crowley: "It was fairly busy, but good," Crowley mentioned as she smiled at the other, turning to face her. She figured maybe she didn't want to talk about work so much if it brought more stress into her life, so maybe it was best to avoid that.. "Have you thought about what you might want for dinner? I can order something for delivery," she mentioned as she swirled the wine in her glass. "After all, you've been spoiling me lately, and I wanna return the favour," she added with a grin as she pulled out her mobile to scroll through some options.

A roleplayer: Aziraphale waved her hand. "Whatever you like, dear." She had been trying as much human food as she could, and found that she liked some of it very much. "I know you enjoy that place with the red food. The ah, Thai?" Hopefully that didn't sound too odd. Aziraphale had been listening to humans speak for a long time, but she sometimes found herself struggling for the right words, or getting small things wrong.

Crowley: Crowley couldn't help a chuckle before leaning in to give her girlfriend's cheek a soft peck. "Sure, that's one way to describe it. Is there anything you want? Or just your usual?" She asked as he pulled up their usual Thai place on the app. She had to admit, whatever might've changed, the blonde was infinitely more adorable with the way she tried to find the right words for things. She just hoped it didn't point to anything being majorly wrong.

A roleplayer: Well, it couldn't' have been too wrong, if Crowley was leaning in to kiss her. Aziraphale felt her cheeks go warm. What an odd feeling! She smiled at Crowley. "Yes, yes, my usual is fine," she replied. She didn't need to change her food order on top of everything else. Who knows what might drive Crowley into truly suspicious territory? Best to keep things as they were, without all the nasty bits.

Crowley: Oh, she could get used to seeing that rosy blush rise to her cheeks, and Crowley stole one more quick glance as she placed their food order and soon turned her full attention back to her girlfriend. "You know, you've been showering me with compliments, but you certainly deserve them as well, you know. So lovely, and sweet, and beautiful..."

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[junglekarmapippa]

Robbie on Robbie #5: "You and me are not like the others"

From: "Not like the others" from "Take the crown"

Rj was running through the forest at his usual alone speed. When he ran with the others, he slowed down so they could keep up, but when he was alone, he loved to sprint through the woods as fast as his legs could carry him.

He was jumping over roots and taking sharp turns, letting out the occasional "Hiya!" for power as he went.

He arrived at the clearing where his own training gear was, which he had kept secret from his students all along, and bent over to catch his breath.

He heard rapid footsteps approaching him from behind. He heard the person who was following him stop behind him, gasping for breath.

"You run a lot faster than you used to," Dom said.

"It's called training," RJ replied, turning to his friend. "You should try it some time."

"Can I train here?" Dom asked, looking around the clearing.

"I'm afraid this is a Master training space," RJ said. Dom turned to him with his lips pursed, and RJ shrugged. "Sorry, nothing I can do."

"I do not want to become a Master," Dom said, leaning against a tree. "It doesn't matter how much you insist, I will not be getting the tattoo any time soon."

RJ raised his hands in surrender. "It's your call."

Dom leaned against the tree while RJ walked up to a hanging rope and started climbing it using only his arms.

"You have gotten stronger too," Dom commented.

RJ let go of the rope with one hand to look at Dom, holding his weight with just his other hand. "Another perk of being a Master."

"Show off," Dom dismissed.

RJ went back to climbing and reached the top. He sat on the platform, looking down at Dom, who looked pensive.

"Why don't you want to be a Master?" He asked him.

Dom looked up. "I don't know. It just doesn't fit my style."

"Your style as in your animal spirit or your style as in your personality?" RJ asked.

"Both?´Neither? I don't know." Dom took a few seconds, walking towards a weightlifting contraption. "Masters are people you look up to," He started as he loaded weight on the machine. "why would anybody look up to me?"

RJ nodded and liked his lips, even though Dom couldn't see him. He started climbing back down. "I can understand that," he said as he worked his way down the rope.

"You can?"

"Yes. Remember where I was when you met me? I had just split with my father, not my best moment, physically or mentally."

"I remember," Dom said, continuing his weightlifting. I wasn't in a much better place."

It was RJ's turn to sit on the ground and watch Dom work out. "We helped each other out of our respective holes," He said.

"We did."

"I always thought we'd be joined at the hip forever," RJ said. "That either we'd both become Masters or neither of us would."

"And yet, here we are." Dom put the weights down one last time and moved to sit across from RJ.

"Here we are."

"Why did you become a Master?" Dom asked.

"You know me, I like the path of least resistance," he said. "After Mao dispatched you, becoming a Master just became the natural progression to all the training." He shrugged. "Perhaps, if you had stayed, we wouldn't be here."

They stayed silent, looking at each other.

"I tried to stay in touch," Dom said softly. "As much as I could."

"Hey," RJ said, moving to sit closer to Dom. "I'm not blaming you. Our oaths parted, and we walked them. We got separated. It's natural."

"Yeah. Still sucks, though."

"Well, we can rekindle our friendship. I need a training partner that is on my level, for starters."

"Your level's miles above my level now, RJ."

"Nothing a little intensive training can't fix," RJ dismissed. "We could have been Theo and Casey. Tasked to defeat Dai Shi ourselves."

"Now we have to stand aside and watch them do it."

"We can't do that," RJ said. "They'll get skewered. I may be a Master, but I'm not as good as Mao thought I'd be."

"Hey, Casey's doing wonderfully well."

"I feel I have nothing to teach Theo and Lily."

"Don't say that. You have a lot of knowledge to share," Dom said. "And wisdom. You were always very wise. You still are."

RJ laid back, looking up at the canopy. "We can train here together, just the two of us. Any knowledge or wisdom I can share with Casey, Theo, and Lily won't matter if they're dead." Dom lay down next to him. "We have to become their protectors."

"Whatever you consider is necessary, Wolf Master," Dom said.

"Dom, you and me," RJ started in a somber tone. "You and me are not like the others. They're indispensable. We are not."

"Are you saying we may have to lie our lives down for them?"

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

"I'm not dying before you die," Dom said, looking at RJ.

"And I'm not dying before you die," RJ replied, turning to look at him.

"Then it's settled, then," Dom said, sitting up. "Neither one of us dies."

"Ride or die," RJ said, offering his fist.

"Ride or die," Dom replied, knocking fists. He pointed to his surroundings. "Where do I start?"

"Climbing," RJ instructed. "Let me see where you are, so I can plan where you're going."

[xaspiringbeamoflightx]

magicalelsaarendelle​:

[Lonely] - (Elsabeth Event Starter)

There was a gloom hanging over Elsa that she couldn’t shake, the source? Her lover Amelia who had disappeared without a word. Things had been so nice that now in her absence Elsa couldn’t help but feel a bit - troubled by it all.

“Is it my fault?” She asked herself as she took a seat. People were already dancing. Yet she couldn’t find the joy, she wondered why she even attended. What was the point.

Yes there was a gloom hanging over Elsa, and a breakup might be coming soon.

She turned to a person who sat next to her - “What would you do if your lover disappeared without a word? Should I just accept that - move on- wait for her?”

@happieststarters

~

Tina, in her mischief, had been on a mission to wind up as many people as possible, but when she came across someone (a total mystery person to her tipsy self) she quickly but off more than she could chew and got stuck on a conversation that her mouth and brain were going to have a war over. (She was not good at saying nice things, especially with a drink in her.)

Tina nodded from behind her moth-like mask, awkwardly trying to eat some grapes without it sliding down her nose.

"Did you call the cops?" Tina asked, mid-grape. Perhaps the only sensible question she had asked all night.

[1kook]

crunchyroll & rail

the 10th installment of my netflix & chill series !

SUMMARY Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. WARNINGS smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… MISC fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality, RATING m (18+) WC 8.7k

NOTE (!) the smut in this chapter is relatively short ! I was more concerned with writing this monumental step in their relationship, so sorry to all the lads who come here specifically for the p0rn but today we focus on the l0ve <333 anyway nc 10!!!!! Can u fuckin believe….

Jungkook mentions it at the dinner table one night. You’re not eating— well, you are not eating; Jungkook has been stocking up on his protein intake like a madman —but finishing up some work you had brought home. Your back aches, your eyes burn. The mere sound of his soft voice has all those feel-good endorphins shooting through your nervous system like a shot of adrenaline. “We should take a trip,” he says, fork clattering against his plate to signify the end of his feast. 

Your fingers tap across your keyboard, eyes flickering between an Excel sheet and the report you’re typing out. It takes you a moment to respond, a delayed, “huh,” that even Jungkook doesn’t find convincing.  

In the background, you’re listening to what has to be one of the worst voiceovers of the original Sailor Moon series in a language you don’t even understand. But you know the series like the back of your hand, know what exactly is happening even if you don’t understand what they’re saying, because you’ve watched it only about a million times. It’s mostly just there for background purposes anyway, some white noise to try and replicate the noisy soundtrack of your office. 

To make matters worse—complicated?—, you had been too lazy to get onto your usual pirating sites and had settled for the five minute, five part, 240p clips of Sailor Moon on YouTube (you know the ones), and Jungkook has to wait until Episode 74: Part ⅖ ends before you grace him with a proper response. “Where do you wanna go, baby?” you ask, giving your eyes a break from the data as you move to scour YouTube for Episode 74: Part 3/5. 

He’s stretching back now, arms wound up above his head. His hair— god, his hair —is an ashy color now, a faded version of its golden ancestor from a few months ago. Soon, he’s planning on going back to brown, claims he’s getting too old to be dying his hair, whatever that means. For now, you watch his inked fingers run through his scalp; he looks delectable. Maybe you’re hungrier than you initially thought. Or at least thirstier. “A cabin,” he suggests, and he offers this little half shrug that would otherwise seem normal had you not been well-versed in the art of Jungkook Body Language. His front teeth nibble at his lip, eyes laser focused on his empty plate. Even now, he still gets nervous asking you out. That thought alone makes your ego soar as high as an airplane. “Just something small.”

Usually, “something small” with Jungkook ends up being something big and, in most cases, something expensive. Which you’re totally not opposed to— you’re at the point in your relationship where you don’t even bother trying to dissuade Jungkook from showering you with gifts. It’s one of his many, many, many, many forms of loving you and, well, he knows you like the back of his hand. He rarely misses. 

Lo and behold, it is a grander affair than a simple cabin. “Well, it’s more like a resort,” he confesses, reaching across the table for your hand. Immediately, his thumb finds itself rubbing over the simple band of your promise ring. “Just wanna do something nice for you. I know you’ve been tired lately,” he adds on, voice a quiet murmur that nearly gets lost under the intensity of the pout that appears whenever he becomes even the slightest bit bashful. 

You smile, the fondness in your heart skyrocketing to impossible heights when he lifts your hand to press those pretty petal lips against your knuckles. “Well, just let me know when,” you tell Jungkook. “So I can request time off from work.” 

Episode 74: Part 3/5 starts playing after an ad, and you’d pause it for the sake of preserving this moment with Jungkook, but it’s hidden under so many tabs on your laptop that you lose it the second you leave the tab. Jungkook’s head tilts to the side, sending his ashy locks cascading beautifully. “You know that show is on Crunchyroll,” Jungkook says, seemingly moving past his bout of shyness now. “And you have the password.” 

“Do I,” you murmur, but he’s lost you once more, your true talent of typing with one hand showing itself as you return to your Excel sheet, the other still firmly squeezed in his grasp. Jungkook releases soon enough anyway, cleans up the table quickly, and disappears off into the kitchen. He sings when he washes the dishes, likes to pretend he’s a terrible singer even though you’ve told him countless times he could easily take X Factor by storm. (And you know exactly what it takes to wow those judges— you spent the entire last month psychotically watching multiple X Factor seasons from multiple different countries, nearly considered joining the damn audition yourself.) The horribly dubbed Sailor Moon is yelling now, shrieking really, and Jungkook calls from the kitchen, “don’t forget to take your contacts out, sweetheart.” 

It’s domestic and it's nerve-wracking. 

You want Jungkook, that much is a fact. Aristotle and Socrates and that other guy could debate the philosophical intricacies of the world, turn this dimension in on itself until it was a scrambled mess of emotion and thought, but the one thing they could never change, could never even question, is your love for your boyfriend. You want Jungkook badly, but more importantly, you want Jungkook forever. 

And you’re sure Jungkook probably, maybe, hopefully feels that way too. But the way you feel is… slightly concerning to say the least. For starters, you’re convinced your love for Jungkook was meant to be, and that’s saying a lot coming from you. You’re not one for cheesy, soulmate tales— that was more Jungkook’s thing —but the more you think about it, the more you become convinced that you and Jungkook were destined to meet. Like the planets aligned one year, the stars conferred, a tectonic plate somewhere in California shifted; whatever it may have been, something happened somewhere that led to the birth of this beautiful romance of yours. 

Lately, being with Jungkook has this inexplicably fiery feeling blossoming in your chest, these waves of emotion that sometimes have you fantasizing about the weirdest of scenarios with him. Like yelling at him for not taking the garbage out on time, or bumping into each other as you make dinner in the kitchen, or buying a new rug together. 

(Most drastically, the other day, you had a dream where you were pregnant and Jungkook was there and there was a house and a dog and an annoyingly friendly neighbor and this god-awful tile in the bathroom.) 

Long story short, you’ve been fantasizing about a forever with Jungkook. The concerning part is the timing; was this too early? You’re nearly halfway through your second year with Jungkook now, and you know most people date for many, many years before the mere thought of union even occurs to them. In another life, maybe you were the same, would have held off until the very last moment. But with Jungkook things just feel right (at least for you), like there wasn’t going to be anyone else after him. And you sincerely hoped there wouldn’t be. 

You slump back into your seat, eyes fluttering shut. Too many thoughts swirl around your mind, and the screech of the Sailor Moon voiceover on screen certainly doesn’t help. How you managed to spiral that far down your thoughts in the span of one 240p, five minute clip of a larger episode amazes even you. To add onto your worries, the clip abruptly ends and Episode 74: Part ⅘ is nowhere in sight, a fact that draws a frustrated moan out of the already sensitive you. 

Luckily, Jungkook eventually returns, standing closely behind you. His presence is enormous, the room suddenly overflowing with a shit ton of those feel-good endorphins all over again, except this time they reach an all-time high when he leans over and quietly shuts your laptop. “Come sleep,” he says softly, and it’s a pleasant mixture of his genuinely caring voice and that horndog purr of his that lures you into bed. And it’s that same voice that croons softly into your ear, fingers nestled between your folds until you’re orgasming yourself into a deep slumber. 

Much to no one’s surprise, the cabin turns out to be quite the luxurious lodging; two floors of dark oak everywhere you turn, a stunning stone fireplace in the bedroom, and a truly breathtaking view of the resort’s snowy hill (read: front row seats to watch all the snowboarders and skiers wipe out in the snow). Jungkook had splurged quite the pretty penny on it, so you make a point to clap it up for him when he first opens the door to your temporary home for the weekend. 

The main bedroom is beyond words. It’s got an attached balcony (that you doubt you’ll be using in this chilly weather), and a wooden canopy bed that makes you feel like a royal (that you will certainly be using). It’s separated into two areas, the bed space and a tiny entertainment area on the other side of the room. Perhaps the best thing about the room— and the cabin itself —is the huge, smart TV mounted above said stone fireplace and the fact it allows the phone mirroring option in lieu of not having any streaming sites. And as is with every and anything to do with televisions, Jungkook is the most excited of the two of you. “Baby, look,” he beams, pointing excitedly at whatever he’s got mirrored onto the television this time. Knowing him, it’s probably another documentary. 

You had the forethought to finish your work before the trip, spent two days in the office going absolutely ham on this month’s final reports until your department head promptly sent you home to finish the rest there. You had given yourself a fright upon entering the bathroom that night, the state of your under eyes so severe, you feared it was sufficient cause for a national emergency. Similarly, Jungkook had done the same with his work, cooped himself up in his study until he was free from the shackles of capitalism for the weekend. All this to say you’ve missed him these past few days. 

But even though you’re sorely malnourished in the affection department and craving a good kiss or two, you wouldn’t dare interrupt one of Jungkook’s little nerdy, tech-induced fanboy moments. They’re cute, in their own geeky way, providing some insight to a mellower side of your boyfriend who looks on with childlike wonder; Jungkook’s eyes always get so big when he talks about nerdy stuff. You get to work hanging up the silk shirt he packed for tomorrow night’s fancy dinner at the resort, listening to some British narrator’s detailed description of the functionally extinct Northern white rhinos living under 24-hour surveillance in Kenya.  

(Jungkook’s really into nature documentaries again, had spent a few nights sniffling as he watched that one Koko the gorilla film.) 

The original plan was to head to the nearest store and whip up something small to eat at the cabin. But Jungkook is a little tired from the long drive, slumps down into the couch in front of the now lit fireplace like a limbless blob as he tunes into his documentary. His nose is a little red from the outside chill. It’s so cute. He’s so cute. You love him so much, you fear you’ll accidentally squeeze his cheeks to death. It’s a thought that occurs more times than you’d like. 

According to the pamphlet on the nightstand, the resort has its own room-service to order from. Normally you would do that, but not this time; you had gotten into a bit of a squabble with the man at the front desk after he had tried to withhold Jungkook’s reservation for arriving two minutes past your check-in time, called each other all sorts of names before he backed down and gave you your room key. So you’re still a little salty, to say the least. Instead, you settle in for some pizza in front of the huge TV, calling up the nearest place to order some of Jungkook’s and your favorites. 

You plop down beside him, instinctively cuddling closer when he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “So,” you start, flipping through the rest of the resort’s introductory pamphlet. There’s a loud roar on screen. In all honesty, you didn’t even know what Northern white rhinos sounded like until then, and you probably never would have if not for the man beside you. “What are you in the mood for tonight, sweet boy?” 

You’re not sure if it’s the fatigue or the overall relaxed vibes he’d been exuding since the moment you entered the cabin, but Jungkook is weirdly cooperative today. “Whatever you want,” he responds, head on your shoulder. He even places the remote in your hands, gives your enclosed fist a gentle tap as if he’s just handed you the secret to eternal youth. In other words, it’s a rare sight to behold. “This is your trip, pretty girl.” 

You appreciate the sentiment, but feel the need to clear the air, tucking your feet up onto the couch as you snuggle closer. “Our trip,” you clarify, and snatch the remote anyway before he changes his mind. 

Jungkook releases a quiet huff of laughter, head rolling back against the couch cushions to display his thick, juicy neck that definitely doesn’t awaken any vampiric tendencies in you. “We can even watch some anime if you want,” he murmurs, casually throwing an arm around your shoulders in a way that would have made any teenage girl in the early 2000s squeal with excitement. It’s one of those barely there touches, but the way he holds you makes you feel so safe and warm and loved. So loved and in love. “The ones on Crunchyroll, though.”

For the sake of preserving these good vibes (and your ears [and Jungkook’s sanity]), you navigate to the Crunchyroll app on your phone, quickly finding your latest obsession and mirroring it onto the big television before Jungkook can react. “Sailor Moon?” he asks with a tone that implies a feigned interest, mostly out of respect for you; he’s, sadly, still not the big dorky anime fan you had hoped to convert him into. 

“In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you,” you recite dutifully, snatching up the throw blanket on the end of the couch. It’s barely big enough to cover the both of you, has Jungkook’s outstretched legs and your booty subject to the chilly air. Who cares, Jungkook is a furnace anyway. 

He snorts. “Punish me,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t believe it. His snarky comment wins him a playful pinch against his doughy cheek, not that he particularly defends himself against it anyway, eyes fluttering shut as you tug at the pale skin. 

“Don’t fuck with the moon, Jungkook,” you warn him, snuggling closely against his side as your favorite opening song begins filtering through the speakers of the television before you. It’s infinitely better than the 240p YouTube clips you had subjected yourself to the entire last week, the graphics scarily clear. 

“Right, of course,” Jungkook says, but a hint of amusement seems to curl around the sound anyway. Nevertheless, he lets it go, cuddles into your side as you pour your full focus into watching yet another group of ragtag teenagers with supernatural abilities kick some ass. 

You can tell Jungkook isn’t really into it, and you’re torn between just snuggling him into a well deserved nap or taping his eyelids open so he can become a fan of this show with you. 

The loving, caring, adoring side of you says Jungkook deserves the entire world and more (the more in question preferably being a fluffy blanket and a nap). He worked hard this week, just like you, and on top of that he was the one who planned this entire weekend getaway for the two of you to enjoy. You want him to rest up.

The obnoxiously in love girlfriend-slash-best friend in you says Jungkook is sorely missing out on one of the greatest shows on planet Earth and that naps are for the weak. 

Your jumbled thoughts are interrupted by a loud sound on the television, a yelp from Ms. Sailor Moon herself that has you jolting up in surprise. Jungkook welcomes you deeper into his embrace, chuckles at your little fright. “Scared?” he teases in that low voice that makes you feel like you’re going crazy, really. So crazy and irrational, and the only thing that stops you from bombarding him with an unexpected outpouring of love is that hard and sharp thing that pokes your side when you get too close to him. It’s not Jungkook, sadly, but something in the front pocket of his hoodie instead. 

And for some reason, part of your brain is stuck all of a sudden, rewinding the last two and a half years like a broken cassette tape that had the tape reel hastily stuffed back inside by a toddler. It’s choppy to say the least, and it certainly doesn’t help when Jungkook calls your name softly, tenderly. “__,” he murmurs. It’s a little weird; it’s not often he says your name, mostly referring to you with one of the many pet names from that part of his vocabulary that focuses exclusively on terms of endearment. Your heart skips a beat. 

Now, if anyone were to ask, it’s approximately around this time that you begin to spiral. The pink curve of his bottom lip is just too close, the mole on his nose too prominent. Paired with the obnoxious tittering of Usagi on screen, you can feel your thoughts begin to overlap, bumping into each other within the realm of your brain until all that comes out are the messiest of messy thoughts. 

They go like this: 

Most episodes of any anime run for approximately thirty minutes. Take out the commercial breaks, the opening and ending credits, and it becomes something closer to twenty. Twenty minutes per episode, filled with plot and gags and tears and whatever else necessary to make you feel something, anything really. 

“What’s in your pocket?” you ask tentatively. 

In contrast, it takes approximately two seconds for Jungkook’s lips to quirk up— first the right side, always the right side —and his eyes to crinkle. Two seconds for him to smile, a sweet expression that reminds you of Netflix and college and quiet laughter and tattoos and silly YouTube videos and cookies and cell phones and job applications and blond hair; two seconds to make you feel everything all at once. 

“There’s nothing,” he says, but his cheeks are pink, and it’s not from the cold anymore. His smile is so big it makes your own cheeks ache just looking at it. You can’t even hear the television anymore. Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. “It was supposed to be for tomorrow,” he admits, unwrapping his arm from around you. 

It’s a little funny, somehow, because his hands are covered in ink, in tiny doodles and intricate pieces of swirls and words that ooze this aura of strength and toughness. But they tremble when he opens it, as unsteady as a wispy dandelion on a windy day, fumbling with the box. And when you look closely, he’s been biting at the skin along his thumb again, that nervous habit you’ve been trying forever to help him overcome. 

Someone is saying something on screen, something important to the plot. The volume is loud, but not as loud as your heart. Not as loud as Jungkook’s quiet murmur when he speaks again. “Will you marry me?” he asks softly, looks at you with flushed cheeks and big eyes and his heart on his sleeve. 

The answer has always been the same, hasn’t changed since the first time he planted the seed in your mind. Still, it catches in your throat, nearly loses out to a surprised and emotional sob that you barely manage to bite down. You had just been speaking, had just been ready to deliver a whole spiel on the importance of him watching Sailor Moon with you. But when you try now, it’s raspy and dry, as if you haven’t used your voice in years. “I— yes,” you exhale, surprised by the lonely tear that trails down your cheek. You go to wipe it away, but Jungkook beats you with a gentle hand cupping your cheek. 

His smile is wobbly, patches of red blossoming across his face that eventually consume his entire appearance as he leans his forehead against yours. Only then do you realize he’s crying, and you laugh out of reflex. “You’re crying,” you say, and Jungkook snorts. 

“You cried first,” he sniffles, smiling. “You made me cry.” 

He looks like a wreck, but, like, a hot wreck. An engaged, hot wreck who’s eyes flicker back to the TV to remind you to pause your anime, always so considerate. You do, hastily smashing buttons on the remote before remembering it’s controlled by your phone, hands flying back and forth as your nerves actively work to retire themselves after Jungkook’s proposal. “Easy there,” he soothes, eventually catching your hand in his, drawing it up for a kiss against your knuckles. 

The ring fits perfectly, snuggly. Vaguely, a memory drifts through your thoughts of Jungkook and Doyeon on a rampant mission to reorganize your jewelry box a few months ago, but it disappears as quickly as it came. You’re taken by the ring, a simple band with a pretty diamond on top. It’s a good mixture of you and him; flashy yet mild. 

“You love me,” you marvel, a revelation you’ve had the honor of experiencing time and time again with Jungkook. Still, it never fails to render you speechless. He hums. 

“I do,” he says, taking your hand in his. “It’s the easiest thing for me. Like breathing, or existing. I think I was made to love you.” And normally, you’d be the first one to correct him. Jungkook was made for so much more, a fact he’s proven time and time again with his abilities and the sheer size of his heart. He was your golden boy, could do anything he set his mind to. Always amazing you, always making you fall in love all over again. 

But now, with the weight of his words sitting heavy in the air, you find yourself incapable of negating the fact, instead sniffling at the meaning. 

Pleased with your silence, Jungkook places another chaste kiss against your ring. “I love you, __,” he confesses, voice nearly a whisper. Your entire body feels as if it is doused in gasoline, lit aflame over and over again. Your heart threatens your rib cage, pounds away with the strength of a world renowned boxer. Jungkook’s hands curl around your wrists carefully. “I used to think we were like the moon and the sun,” he admits, “that you were my sun and I was your moon. In love but always separated by those thin veils of the sunrise and the sunset.” He pauses, nuzzling sweetly against your palm once more before gently guiding them down between the two of you. “But that really sucks— saying goodbye to you every night? I hate that, __. I hate watching you leave, I hate watching you run off in the mornings or halfway through the day, having to drive back and forth from your place to mine. I hate having to be away from you when all I wanna do is hold you. I— I want to be by your side,” he rambles, eyes nervously meeting yours. They’re still glassy, dark lashes framing his chocolate irises wonderfully. “Forever.” 

Your heartbeat stutters, the simple word looping itself in your mind like that night in his dining room all over again, all the fantasies of having a forever with Jungkook bubbling to the surface. Jungkook pushes on. “You are my sun,” he says softly, mostly to himself. “But… I don’t wanna be the moon anymore. Being the moon means, eventually, I’ll have to say goodbye. In the night or in the morning, it always comes to an end. And I don't want there to be an end with you,” he insists, clutching your hand tightly. “I wanna be another star, the closest one to you. The one who gets to be with you forever. I wanna be by you and shine with you and—“

“Explode into a gazillion little fragments of cosmic dust with me,” you offer, and Jungkook nods along eagerly, too amped up on his speech to bother scolding you for your playful comment. 

“Yes, I want to— to—“ The words catch in his throat. So much emotion from the man you once thought was the dictionary definition of calm and collected. “To—“ 

“Marry me,” you fill in, and Jungkook practically blows a fuse from how emotionally fired up he’s become, exclaiming a resolute, “yes!” that leaves you stupidly grinning back at him. 

His outburst leaves him with flushed cheeks. “I do,” he reiterates in a softer tone, averting his gaze from you as if embarrassed by his cheesy outpouring of emotion. Usually, it’s the other way around; you make all the corny declarations of love and Jungkook laughs along suavely. It feels nice to have the tables turned. 

There’s so much to say, but the words all fade away when Jungkook shyly looks at you again. You settle on tackling him back onto the couch cushions, taking his surprised little yelp in stride as you suffocate him in your embrace. “Save those words for the big day, superstar,” you giggle, peppering his red face with tiny kisses that make him scrunch up cutely. “I can’t wait to blow up into one huge supernova with you.” 

Beneath you, Jungkook groans. “I’m sorry,” he huffs, voice muffled against your shoulder. Begrudgingly, his arms come up to envelope you, pulling you closer until the blanket scrunches up uncomfortably between you two. “That must’ve sounded so lame.” 

Leaning back so you’re not completely squishing him, you carefully push his silvery hair away from his forehead. “Don’t be,” you assure him, placing one chaste peck against his pouty lips. “I thought it was cute. I didn’t know you were into astrology.” 

A sigh. “Astronomy,” he corrects, “astrology has to do with zodiac signs and placements.” 

You run your thumbs over his cheeks, collecting any of the drying tears that paint his face. “Oh, like how you’re a Virgo and I’m a“— 

The TV remote you had lost somewhere along the way is suddenly rematerialized beneath your knee, sends the speakers blaring to life with a deafening screech that has both you and Jungkook leaping up like two frightened cats. “You always do this,” he laughs, that loud boyish sound that makes you feel like you’re sitting on a cloud. He watches you with a gentle smile as you hurriedly shut off the television, the remote haphazardly tossed somewhere behind you afterwards. You return to his embrace, wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth. His heart thumps a steady rhythm beneath your ear. 

“You’re gonna be stuck with me forever,” you warn him, clutching at the fabric of his shirt like he’ll suddenly disintegrate before your eyes.

Above you, Jungkook hums, placing a kiss against the crown of your head. “I look forward to it,” he responds, pulling you impossibly closer, until you can feel the wrinkles in his shirt imprinting themselves against your cheek. He’s back to being that suave bastard again, and you find yourself wishing you had milked those big crocodile tears out of him for just a little bit longer. 

Fingers gently press against the muscles in your nape, push themselves in deeply until you can feel all the tension seeping out, turning you into a limbless blob over Jungkook. “Jeez,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut. “And you wanted to wait until tomorrow.”

He huffs out a laugh. “I just thought you’d rather get engaged at a fancy restaurant with a pretty dress,” he defends, and you can hear the grin on his face. “For the photos.”

“Fair point,” you concede, eventually pushing yourself up so you’re not entirely squishing your boyfriend beneath you. Jungkook is already looking at you when you lift your head, has got this funny double-chin from this angle that makes his normally sharp jawline disappear. You find yourself tapping a finger against his chin, on the chocolate chip mole that hides itself beneath his plump bottom lip. “If anything, just propose to me again tomorrow at the restaurant.”

It wins you an eye-roll. “I’m not gonna propose to you again tomorrow,” he laughs, doesn’t even push you away when you become annoying and start tapping your fingers against all his beauty marks like you’re playing Whack-a-Mole. 

“Booo,” you frown, but let it go soon enough, foregoing your little game to press your lips against his. “Then I better make this a night to remember,” you murmur, tilting your head to the side.

Your hands dip into his luscious locks, fingernails tracing thin lines along his scalp that are certain to send tingles down his spine. As predicted, Jungkook releases a quiet groan soon after, a sound that’s muffled against your own lips. He’s pliant tonight, but not in a way that would elude fatigue. Pliant in a way that suggests he wants you to take the reins tonight, exhaling softly against you as he parts his lips. 

“Let me take care of you,” you hum, the hand that had been mindlessly hovering along his cheek drifting down to caress the side of his neck. Jungkook nods, his irises swimming in lust. You smile at his silent compliance, give his throat a light squeeze that makes his breathing hitch in surprise. 

He’s always at his prettiest when he’s beneath you like this, limbs moving in slow motion as you guide him along. You can already feel the beginnings of his arousal stirring beneath the front of his sweats, his cock slowly making its presence known against your thigh. You press your lips against his once more, making sure to make it rougher than the first kiss. Your tongue is met with little resistance, slips past his lips and dips into the hot cave of his mouth where Jungkook releases another trembling breath. 

Two hands come up behind you, trail themselves over your back and down to your ass, where he gives the two globes a tight squeeze. It draws a whimper out of you, one that Jungkook greedily swallows up. His tongue rubs up along yours, the wet muscle daringly pushing back against yours. His rebelliousness is only quelled with another press of your fingertips around his throat.

“Slow down,” you tell him. The first roll of your hips against him is slow, cruel in that you cut the motion short just as Jungkook begins to push back. A bratty huff escapes him, swollen pink lips pushing out into that endearing pout you love so much. It makes you grin, releasing the grip around his throat to carefully brush a stray strand of hair away from his eyes. 

It’s a gesture that works to soften Jungkook as well, the petulant look on his face melting away as you trail your pointer finger along his cheekbone. It’s replaced with a more tender one, dark lashes blinking up at you slowly. “Open,” you command upon reaching his mouth, finger pressing down against his pink lower lip. Jungkook obeys, opening his mouth until you can see his pink tongue and the dark abyss that leads down his throat. Your finger pushes itself in, and Jungkook certainly doesn’t try to resist. His lips suction around the digit fairly quickly, tight enough to keep you there but loose enough for you to slowly draw your finger in and out, each short plunge pressing down against his tongue. 

It’s a rather short affair, one that comes to an end when he accidentally bucks up against you, pressing his hardened member against your core. You retract your finger.  “Can you,” he tries, but his cheeks are stained red and he refuses to meet your gaze. “Just…” 

You intercept him with a chaste peck, maneuvering your legs until your knees are firmly pressed into the couch cushions beneath him, his thin waist trapped in between. When you sit up, you feel drunk on power and the way Jungkook looks up at you certainly doesn’t help. “Can I sit on your face?” 

He chokes. “I— sure, please,” he blurts out. His gaze follows you as you slip off of him, quickly discarding your pants and top on the floor. One pat against his thigh has him hurrying to shimmy out of his clothes, his sweatpants caught around his ankles. 

“You’re excited,” you laugh, stripping him of his bottoms when the frustration takes him over. 

Jungkook scoffs. “Well, yeah,” he mumbles, tugging his shirt off with one smooth motion. The ink around his bicep is as dark as ever, contrasts wonderfully against his warm face. “My fiancée is gonna sit on my face.”

The title makes you preen, quickly finding your place on his lap once more. With your clothing out of the way, Jungkook really does become a furnace. Every inch of his body is hot to the touch, soft too. “Fiancée,” you giggle, hands on his chest. They slide down, fingers playfully nudging his brown nipples. Jungkook flinches at the touch. “Gonna sit on my fiancé’s face,” you parrot back, delicately pinching one nipple between your fingers. A moan spills from his lips, his cock pushing against your thigh once more.

It’s the reminder you need, pushing back dutifully against him as you continue to toy with his chest. He’d look pretty with piercings, you find yourself thinking, watching on in fascination at the way his pert nipples stand at attention. Beneath you, Jungkook begins to grow desperate, his hands finding their place on your waist to encourage you to grind down against him once more. 

Jungkook swears up and down that he’s not particularly sensitive about having his nipples touched. But when you’ve got him like this, sinfully laid out before you, you can easily confirm that his claims are nothing but lies. He loves having his nipples touched, squirms beneath you impatiently with each playful tug and twist you bestow upon them. 

You duck down, pressing a kiss against his pectoral, just beside his nipple, and Jungkook’s entire body shivers. A few careful drags of your tongue against his warm skin only serve to string him along further, the prettiest whimper pulling itself from his lips when you finally envelope one of them in your mouth. “Wait,” he gasps, clawing at your clothing as if he both wants to push you off and push you closer. You grin, brandishing one mean nip at the sensitive nub. 

Eventually, your incessant need to play with Jungkook’s chest is fulfilled. “Lay back,” you instruct, watching as he shuffles down flat on the cushions, silver hair tumbling away from his eyes. He’s so red, eyes hazy. Your panties are discarded, joining the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. 

Once upon a time, the idea of sitting on Jungkook’s face had terrified you, filled you with nightmares of crushing his windpipe or breaking his nose. For the most part, they’re pretty unrealistic fears, ones that can be easily shut down after one careful Google search on safe sexual practices. These days, it’s all too easy; in the mornings, especially, it’s become natural for him to guide you on top carefully, holding your hand as you whimper and sob over his face. 

In the current moment, you find yourself stroking a hand down the side of his face, completely enamored with the huge puppy eyes he levels your way. Jungkook likes having your pussy in his face just as much as you do, loves making you feel good in any way he knows how. But there’s a separate matter at hand, one that stands at attention beneath his black boxers and successfully wins your attention. 

Truthfully, there is no dilemma to ponder over; you want both to ride Jungkook’s face and suck him off. The solution?

“We’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mumbles in amazement, his voice slightly muffled from his position beneath you and slightly behind you. Still, his arms dutifully wrap around your thighs, guiding you closer to his mouth where his hot breath fans against your glistening folds. You rock back willingly, hands preoccupied with pushing his boxers down and away from his engorged cock. 

“Really?” you ask, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with the cock before you and the tongue that gently laps at your folds. Jungkook makes a sound, something between a hum and whimper, his mouth slowly getting to work against your folds. “M- Maybe,” you stutter, all thought processes coming to a halt as you carefully take him in your hand. 

His cock is hard and long, his tip an angry shade that weeps with precum. From this angle, you get to watch Jungkook’s huge thighs twitch at the sensation, the tattoo that marks up one of them doing little to hide the fact. Your hand squeezes him, watches in awe as another fat droplet oozes out of his tip. A moan tears itself from his throat, and it’s so goddamn sexy it nearly drives you insane. 

It’s one particularly long lap of his tongue over your clit that sends you into action, back arching at the tingles that shoot down your spine. Wasting no more time, you guide Jungkook’s cock into your mouth, let your own tongue shower his mushroom tip in kitten licks that have him bucking upwards. He releases your clit with a lewd pop, hot breath fanning across your lips. “Fuck,” he gasps, voice harsh. 

Admittedly, it’s more difficult than you thought it would be. 

You’re not one to be easily overwhelmed (says you), but with Jungkook’s twitching cock in your mouth and his teasing tongue dipping into your entrance, it becomes hard to juggle your attention between the two. Even Jungkook, who is quite frankly the master of cunnilingus, seems torn between the two, his breathing shallow and quick against your folds. 

With each slow descent around his cock, he shudders, thigh muscles tightening in anticipation. It causes a lull in the pace of his tongue, the generous kisses and licks against your folds subject to a somewhat uneven pace that, surprisingly, leaves you more on edge than you’d ever expected it to; right when you think he’s about to suck your clit into his mouth, you’re met with a harsh exhale instead, one that makes your lips flutter. 

You’re both disappointed in yourselves for never having tried this mind-blowing position before, and equal parts understanding as to why you haven’t tried this position before— it’s a lot. His cock is halfway down your throat when it twitches, sends a gush of precum into your mouth that has your eyes rolling backwards, a whine slipping out around him. Jungkook appreciates the vibrations, letting it fuel him as he plunges his tongue into your hole. It’s a two way street, you realize, one that is constantly experiencing traffic. 

“Baby,” you gasp, pulling off of his cock with a slick sound, hypnotized by the trail of saliva that connects your lips to his tip. Jungkook’s tongue prods along your slit, makes your eyesight go blurry when the tip of his nose brushes along you as well. The idea of his cute nose buried deep someplace it shouldn’t be has you grinding down on him. “We can— we should stop,” you stutter, your trembling hand reaching forward to grasp the base of his cock. 

He’s slick with your saliva and his precum, and your hand makes a squelching sound upon contact. It must feel good, because Jungkook moans against your folds, his thighs unconsciously falling farther apart as you slowly jerk him off. You think you might’ve heard your name slip from his lips, but your mind is fuzzy, lost in your lust as Jungkook licks a sinful line from your hole to your clit, curling his tongue at the end. “J- Jungkook,” you cry, flinching away because it’s become too much, your toes curling as the beginnings of an orgasm threaten you. 

Before that can happen, he relents, leaning back with a heavy exhale, his hands loosening their grip against your ass and plopping back down against the cushions. “Fuck,” he pants, his cock twitching in your hold. A lonely droplet of precum trails down the side, your knuckles coated in the glossy substance. Beneath you, Jungkook rubs one soothing palm against your hip. 

You slink off before he can get any funny ideas, maneuver yourself around until you’re kneeling between his parted thighs, his fat cock standing at attention between the two of you. From here, he looks ravenous, and you begin to question who exactly is taking care of who. Jungkook looks like he’s a second away from pinning you down and swallowing you whole, a thought that makes your toes curl. 

It’s with a cautiously horny hand that you reach for his cock again, holding him with both hands. Jungkook growls, head lolling backwards until all you can see is his neck and his chin, thick veins protruding along his skin. Jungkook doesn’t waste a moment longer. “C’mere,” he purrs, hauling you up until you’re clumsily leaning over him, palms framing his face. A lone finger runs down your spine, its faint touch making you arch forward. “Sorry,” he says, securing an arm around your waist. “I know you wanted to take care of me, but…”

You roll your eyes, submitting yourself to his clutches as he masterfully rolls the two of you over. The couch is soft beneath your back, and Jungkook looks pretty from above too. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” you murmur playfully. 

Jungkook’s forearms find their place beneath your thighs, the fold of the back of your knee perfectly slotted against his warm skin as he shuffles closer. “Maybe another time,” he laughs along sheepishly, his hard cock gliding over your slit, teasing your clit. You gulp, eyes scanning over his lean build as if it’s the first time. “Sorry,” he repeats, but he’s got this stupidly dopey grin on his face as he glances down at your pussy; he’s insane, he’s got to be, what man makes heart eyes at a pussy?

Your man, apparently. Grasping the base of his cock, Jungkook takes care to drag it along your folds collecting your wetness along his length, a deep shudder wracking his body through it all. “I knew you would do this to me,” he mutters, so low you nearly miss it under the thundering sound of your heartbeat.

“Huh,” you mumble, and you’d like to defend yourself and say you weren’t as cock-crazy as Jungkook was coochie-crazy, but that would be a lie. You’re staring at his cock as if it holds the secrets to the universe right now.

Jungkook juts his head to the side, a motion similar to the one he does when he’s trying to crack his neck. His tongue prods along his cheek, eyes laser-focused on the point where your two bodies meet. “From the moment you walked into my house,” he grunts mindlessly, finally lining himself up with your entrance. He chances a glance up, meets your gaze with a patient look, “all good?”

“All good,” you hurriedly reply, fingers finding their place against his broad shoulders. With the way he had prepared you earlier, mouthed along your clit and your folds until you were pleasantly aroused, the glide now is too easy. Tight, but easy, has the two of you releasing twin moans that echo off the wooden walls of the cabin. 

Jungkook’s forehead is covered in a thin veil of sweat, one that glistens when the evening sunset pours in through the balcony doors, highlighting him in a golden light that makes you dizzy. The angry tip of his cock sinks into your walls, Jungkook’s ashy strands sticking to his forehead and his cheeks. For some reason, you find yourself reminiscing on the aforementioned moment Jungkook had spoken of. Of the soft sweater he’d worn that day and the dinner he had made, the blond tips on his chestnut hair and the way he’d clung onto every word you’d said. 

It makes you tear up, and, after laughing at Jungkook early for crying, you quickly turn your face away. 

Jungkook isn’t dumb. “What now,” he chuckles, though his breathing is labored, every inch of his cock that penetrates you further bringing with it another rush of adrenaline. At the hilt, you’re embarrassed to say there’s multiple tears streaming down your face, so you can’t even play it off as you usually do. “Crybaby,” Jungkook teases, but his voice is so soft and tender you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

“Just move,” you bite out, shamefully covering your face with your hands. Jungkook leans over you, the movement pushing his dick deeper inside of you, your walls clenching around him. A kiss is placed over your knuckles, just shy of your engagement ring. Your chest lurches with a silent sob. “Jungkook,” you whimper, sinking further into the cushion, “please, just—“

“I got it,” he assures you, placing one final peck against your handmade (literally) shield. And then, so quietly you almost miss it, he makes sure to whisper, “love you,” before unsheathing himself. 

You shudder, your heart feeling so full, you fear it’ll burst. You both love and hate when he treats you like this, like an ice sculpture in the scorching heat that has him doing everything he can to keep you solid. His touch is soft, the roll of his hips too slow for your liking. You feel so small and vulnerable— too pampered. “Harder,” you beg, your voice an airy whine that has Jungkook chuckling above you. 

He lives to please you, hiking your leg over his shoulder with a renewed vigor. His hands find themselves on your waist, forcefully pinning you down against the couch cushions as he sets upon fulfilling your latest request. The next series of thrusts are jerky, have you jostling in his grip as Jungkook pounds into you with an all new mindset. “Lemme see you,” he huffs, thumbs painfully digging into your skin. You tremble in his arms, heart swayed by the quiet plea in his voice. “Let me see your face, pretty girl.”

Reluctantly, you do, brandishing your tear-stricken face his way. Jungkook smiles, that stupidly handsome smile, his hips snapping into you roughly. “Fuck,” he moans, the expression never leaving his face, even when run your nails over his chest harshly. “You’re so pretty.”

You ignore him for the sake of your already weakened mental state, focusing instead on the brutal force of his hips, the way his cock stretches your walls out. Each push has you seeing stars, thighs quivering from the sensations that shoot up your spine and down your toes. “Oh,” you mewl, hands gripping his biceps as you lose yourself to him. Your eyes roll back, vision a mess of colors and nothingness all at once. 

“Is this hard enough?” Jungkook husks out, and he sounds so close. His proximity is confirmed when his mouth slots against yours, his harsh breath mingling with your own as he continues to frantically buck into your inviting heat, each new round of thrusts leaving you weaker and weaker than before. “God,” Jungkook cries, the sound nearly lost beneath your own moans and whimpers. “Gonna k- keep you forever,” he spits, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He’s messier than usual, moves with unrefined movements unlike his normal self. You don’t care, you love him all the same. His sloppy kisses turn into desperate ones, matching the pace of his hips. “Kook,” you sob, arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his thrusts are reduced to a shallower depth. 

“I’ve got you,” he croons, lips against your jawline. His cock presses in and you swear you feel it alongside every inch of your walls, a warmth blossoming in your stomach. He’s layering messy kisses down your face now, lips sucking dark marks any chance he gets. 

True to his word, Jungkook indeed has you. His cock pistons in and out at an astonishing pace, each surge into your folds making you dizzy over and over again. It’s a feeling you fear you’ll never grow tired of, in fact, it’s a feeling you fear you’ll begin to crave even more in the future. The good thing is, that future will extend into forever. 

You yank him towards you, swallow his low laughter with your lips. Jungkook doesn’t complain, lowering himself until he’s practically squishing you beneath his beefy body, cock ramming in and out despite all that. His tongue glides along yours, makes it his mission to muffle each of your cries. 

It doesn’t take long for you to be fulfilled. Given the fact you had sucked him off like a lollipop whilst having him eat you out, you’re not entirely surprised. That and the emotions of tonight have you melting into him sooner than you’d like, his name falling from your lips as your thighs clamp down around his waist. Jungkook takes it in stride, slows the maddening pace of his hips to cradle you in his arms. You’re like jelly, practically flop back into the cushion when he slips an arm beneath you. “You’re so good for me,” Jungkook praises, lavishing your throat in tiny pecks as his orgasm circles around. “My pretty girl.”

“Love you,” you sigh, and your body feels numb, his intrusion but a small touch now that he’s tired you out once more, your walls tender and raw. Jungkook presses a smile against your throat and, moments later, releases inside of you. 

Even minutes after the deed, the feeling refuses to return to your legs. He didn’t go that hard— well, you’re not entirely sure. The memories always become blurry toward the end of your escapades. Everything rushes back in waves, and for some reason, your first thought is, “where’s Sailor Moon?”

Your post-rump conversations have never been the most coherent, usually filled with pretty weird thoughts and ideas. Still, more grand things have happened tonight for you to be worried about a magical anime girl. Jungkook draws himself out of your core with a huff of laughter. “On the TV,” he answers, unfazed by the oddity of your question. 

That’s how you know he’s a keeper.

It takes a while, but eventually Jungkook responds. “Avocado toast,” he says, though his answer is dripping with uncertainty. He’s naked as the day he was born, snuggled up beside you in bed. He’s propped up on one arm, looking down at you over the ample swell of his manly bosom. It takes everything in you to keep your hands off his chest. 

“Correct,” you respond, “and what movie did we watch?”

Without missing a beat, “Transformers, the first one.”

You nod, glancing at the ceiling as you rack your brain for any other trivia questions to ask your fiancé. “The title of the playlist you made?”

A flush paints his cheeks. “Date Night playlist,” he answers through a pout, reprimanding you for bringing up such a memory with a flick to your forehead. You wince. “I was young and silly,” he defends.

You beam, cuddling into his side until he’s forced to lay back down. “Yeah, yeah,” you tease. “We’re only gonna get older from here,” you lament. You’d say it’s difficult to picture him with a gray head of hair, but his current silvery locks don’t leave much room for your imagination.

Jungkook pulls you close. A beat of silence passes, and then, “so who are we telling first?”

Definitely Namjoon.

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[stardustprompts]

dragon reborn  ( the wheel of time book three )   -  robert jordan  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying   tw :  death ,  violence

‘a corpse is not dangerous to anyone.’

‘it is not treason to do what must be done. and even blasphemy can be tolerated for a cause.’

‘it is possible to oppose evil without doing violence.’

‘violence harms the doer as much as the victim.’

‘what is wrong with wanting to live your life without all this upheaval?’

‘death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.’

‘just because fate has chosen something for you instead of you choosing it for yourself doesn’t mean it has to be bad.’

‘there are ways to change things. ways to avoid even fate.’

‘I will fight the best I can. because there’s no one else, and it has to be done, and the duty is mine.’

‘i’ll fight, but I do not have to like what I have become.’

‘men! too blind to see what a stone could see, and too stubborn to be trusted to think for themselves.’

‘you must learn there is a time to speak all of the truth, and a time to govern your tongue.’

‘the world is strange, and all things change.’

‘should and would build no bridges.’

‘I hope you realize you’ve climbed into a pickling cauldron with me, and the fire may be lit.’

‘nobody is threatened by someone they can order about.’

‘of course I am afraid. I am not a fool. but not afraid enough to quit before I have even started.’

‘a flapping tongue has killed more men than sudden storms ever did.’

‘most of those we call heroes only did what they had to do.’

‘once you decide to gut a fish, there’s no use waiting till it rots.’

‘this is what I want! why can’t I have this, too?’

‘I have built a bridge out of straw. worse than straw. wishes.’

‘who’s out there? you’ve rustled enough leaves to wake the dead, so you might as well show yourself.’

‘you are even ruder than I remembered, (name).’

‘if a woman does need a hero, she needs him today, not tomorrow.’

‘two chances I’ve had, more than most, and I threw them both away.’

‘I don’t know anything. I suspect more than is healthy for me, but I know nothing.’

‘kill a man who needs killing, and sometimes others pay for it.’

‘nimble fingers and nimble wits will take you a good deal farther than a sword and muscles.’

‘do not question me. you do know know what questions to ask, and you would comprehend less than half the answers if I have them. which I will not.’

‘death comes for us all. we can only choose how to face it when it comes.’

‘what you say comes near truth, yet misses it entirely.’

‘for the young, death is an enemy they wish to try their strength against.’

‘for those of us a little older, death is an old lover, but one we are not eager to meet again soon.’

‘i’ll help anyone who can pay. only fools in stories do something for nothing.’

‘if I ever look like acting the hero again, you kick me.’

‘you speak as if you are already dead.’

‘times change. people change. too much change for me.’

‘what is said in anger is often repented.’

‘men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.’

‘we must live together, or we will surely die together!’

‘is this a story I want to be in?’

‘if I live through this, I will make you pay.’

‘this time we do not run. we dare not run. this time, we fight.’

‘I will not pretend I am not afraid. but I swore I would be one of you, and I will.’

‘perhaps you are too stupid to know when you are defeated.’

‘it is a tight roll of the dice any way you look at it, but my luck runs good. you could do worse than betting on my luck.’

‘you were ever a fool, ever ready to follow your heart before power.’

‘I thought you were neatly out of the way. no matter. you were only an annoyance’

‘you have come to the point now, and there is no further time for learning.’

‘I came to bloody rescue you.’

‘you can explain why you look as though you’d been fighting bears later, if you want.’

‘perhaps you are not entirely to blame. we can apportion guilt later.’

‘until you do understand, I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself.’

‘as much as it pain me to say it, (name), you are right.’

‘I saw what speaking earned you. I am no fool.’

‘nothing is done for you, yet.’

[dykesbat]

okay hi this is my cass/rose fix-it-verse overview (this takes place over the evil cass arc bc that ruined cass’s character and the potential arc we could’ve gotten with them)

okay rose carries on her mission of killing cass after their promised rematch. they both know its coming. and its really a question of when. 

rose has gotten better at fighting and they’re a lot closer to being equal in skill.

leads to this ultimate fight where rose eventually gets the upperhand over cass and ultimately makes the choice to not kill cass (im thinking maybe the “you can do this. you know why?” “because i’m good.” “because you took the job. you finish the job” moment from bg2000 #64??)

this is a definitive moment bc rose is deviating from her dad’s wishes and finds herself doubting him + involves cass while not having cass “save” rose + homoerotic sword fight <33 yw sapphics

she’s about to stab her sword through cass’s throat bc. revenge. and she instead, slams the sword into the (ground? wall? probably ground) next to cass’s head

she, frustratingly lets cass go and when cass hesitates (looking for words to say perhaps) she threatens cass to go before she changes her mind (empty threat and they both know it. cass goes anyways bc she understands the importance of rose figuring it out for herself and ultimately choosing herself. and in doing this she finds that she has this particular trust in rose to do so)

anyways slade is still a terrible father here and idk if ill replace the kryptonite eye thing with something else he’s done but for now it’ll stay the same as a big wake up call that he’s. terrible. and the final line where rose decides to completely cut off slade

rose comes to the titans she’s still friends w eddie etc etc but! adding a mission here where cass and rose are assigned bc their abilities specifically are very helpful here (rose’s precognitive sense bc i don’t think thats apart of the serum right?? and cass’s ability to predict people’s movements). 

thinking. they probably know of rose’s attempts to kill cass? but! i think it’d be funner if they didn’t or if it was a secret for some reason. 

btw dick is the one assigning them this mission and yes he asked cass before hand if she was okay with going on a mission with rose and she said yes. and yes it has to be dick bc he has faith in both cass and rose and is familiar with both of them. + cass operated in bludhaven for a while so potential conversation starter?????

anyways. here my details get a bit scrunched

their first mission is a bit of a failure (thinking they had to move a lot sooner than anticipated) so they’re synergy’s a bit off and their trust isnt fully there (like. the last two times they met each other was them sticking swords in each other’s throats so. yeah.)

bc they fail, their mission suddenly gets a lot harder w a more tedious execution.

maybe a moment with dick being like “what happened i thought you said you trust her?” and cass is like “i do... i. i trust her.” bc she cant quite explain it well with words

rose is so confused with cass bc she can tell cass trusts her to an extent but she doesn’t know why! she doesn’t know why and she doesn’t know how to feel abt cass bc killing cass was kinda a big goal put on to her by her dad. and she was so close to killing cass. and cass was close to killing her. (still thinking abt how she’d feel/if she’d know abt cass knowing that slade would choose saving rose over her)

anyways dick’s like okay yeah no that was. a bad idea. you two should definitely train with each other as soon as you can, especially since you’re abilities are the key part of this here. and theyre like yeah yeah okay

theyre training and fumbling hardddd. they have to get used to working together instead of working against each other. they do get better and their missions/patrols since then (practice runs) go a lot better w time. 

screams rose feeling insecure abt whether or not the others trust her and cass feeling insecure abt feeling like shes not a hero and them surprisingly stepping up for each other??? Cass being the only person to treat rose in a specific and normal way when it comes to her dad and it confuses rose be cass of all people should have a negative feeling abt rose and slade (shes not the only person rose feels like she can trust when it comes to her dad and stuff moreso cass treats her in a very specific way rose can’t pin down.)

some slice of life stuff in between? rose making cass a khmer dish from her childhood and she’s like “you’ll have to show me one of yours one day” cue cass w awkward uhhh i ate literal raw beef bc i lived with wild dogs for a while when i ran away from home and don’t know any chinese dishes bc of my dad laughter 

i don’t know how to end the mission exactly but i do know that their final one is successful (also thinking of tying in slade here to make up for no evil cass + tying in their connection)

ideally rose finds out abt cass’s dad and it becomes a moment of realization for her bc cass already saw how she and rose were similar when it comes to that. 

also ofc after their successful mission they’re hanging out somewhere (sitting on the roof? idk but theyre alone) and theyre just talking and rose gets this premonition of cass kissing her and immediately goes red and cass realizes bc of her ability and laughs at rose and kisses her and bam they r partners (romantic)

also shoving damian in bc i want him and cass to interact more. but rose serves as a mentor/sister role to damian and they have moments alone so its not reliant on cass, who’s actually damian’s sister. cass is off doing her own thing. thinking maybe return the black bat title here? keep the bg suit mask though definitely. and then cass comes to visit her brother and beat him in video games or sm while also visiting her gf and swapping dumb stories and stuff.

[stressed-chaos]

Memories - Part 2

This is a slow burn story, so there is a lot of plot buildup. (Some of which I think I should edit out).

Anyways, hope it's good!

The man, Barnes, although he insisted that she call him Ben, asked to join her and even though she was not good at meeting new people, she agreed but not before having a little argument and a pep talk mentally. While sitting down, Ben motioned to the drink he had bought, to which he received a raised eyebrow. He was a little shocked, don't expect too much right now, but offered her the drink nonetheless, which prompted her to question, (she had been doing that a lot ever since she presumably lost her memories).

"How do I know there's nothing wrong with whatever this drink is?"

"Um, okay, well for starters, this is a coffee shop, not a bar. Secondly, the man behind the counter has been glaring holes in my head ever since I ordered this drink, I'm sure he'll be happy to answer."

Y/N looked at the man in question and he just shrugged.

"Right, sorry about him, he's kind of an overprotective brother," she said, accepting the drink, "So Ben, have you ever read the book or did you just Google a quote to use?"

He chuckled, "I have, my wi- friend, my friend kind of forced me to read it with him and it was actually quite interesting. The movie, comparatively, was eh."

"There is a movie?"

"You don't know?"

"Uh...maybe, I'm not really sure", she replied, chuckling nervously. Even if I may know about it, not that I remember, she thought. "So Ben t- oh shit."

"What, what happened?" Ben asked worriedly, eyes darting around quickly, scanning everything for any signs of danger.

Before she could respond, the bell rang signaling someone had entered. While Ben's eyes flickered to the person entering, he saw Y/N trying to hide her face through her book in his peripheral vision. He saw the man's eyes fixated over Y/N and himself with, was that anger? or no jealousy? a little defeat perhaps?

The man almost rushed towards them like if we were to go any slower, a bomb would explode, coming to a stop at their table. Ben glanced over at Y/N to figure out why she was behaving strange, completely oblivious to the man glaring holes at his head.

When Ben finally got a look at the now bubbling-with-anger-but-trying-not-to-show-it man, he noticed his appearance, which kind of looked familiar like he was for sure they had met him but how, where, when, why, nothing was known. And even if he can't remember, what did this man do to cause Y/N to react like that?

The brunette-haired, green-eyed man, though a little scrawny, was easy on the eyes but if he had made her uncomfortable in any way, he was not getting on Ben's good side anytime soon. Maybe he was an ex- no that's not possible, he would have known.

He instinctively reached his hand out to hers, but then remembered he was in no position to do that, though this didn't stop him from going into a protective stance.

"Y/N, darling?" The man prompted up after a little staring match between him and Ben.

Y/N looked up a little hesitantly, putting a fake smile that seemed so real even Ben was deceived for a moment. "Yes, Tom?"

"What are you doing here? I was looking for you," the man's voice was almost as sweet as sugar, his British accent peeking through. Bet he ate a lot of sugar before this, even seems like an ant, Ben snickered silently at his own little thought.

"I was- am reading...needed a little break. Why were you looking for me?"

"Nothing important, just thought we could hang out," glancing at Ben he added, "and who you might be?" venom lacing his tone.

Ignoring his tone, he answered with his name.

"Tom." They shook hands as a pretty formal greeting. Ben didn't fail to notice the frowning-scowl.

Y/N, as if sensing the tension, spoke up while collecting her stuff, "I have to go, work stuff."

Ben, would you like to join? I'm going to the library," she asked, her hands fiddling with the edge of her shirt.

Ben's eyes lit up, "Sure."

They quickly said their goodbyes and without giving him a chance to respond, they both hastily made their exit. Outside while walking, Ben questioned her about the strange man.

"Oh he is a friend...if you can call him that."

"Did he do anything wrong? You seemed a little uncomfortable."

"No, nothing explicitly, but he's been kind of popping up a lot, just needed to get away from him for a bit I guess." She again chuckled nervously.

"So, Ben, tell me about yourself."

"Let's see,"he thought, shrugging and began with his first name, "I'm 28. I like to read, as you may have interpreted-"

"I hadn't," sarcasm was pretty evident in her words.

"-and I got some favorite books, but I'm going to go with Atonement for now," he continued after making a mocking face at her interruption.

This time her eyes lit up, "I've read it. The ending was sad," the pause was either for effect or she was genuinely thinking, her eyes wandering for a moment and then with a flicker she added, "It didn't stop it from being good though. They did get their happy ending after all."

He agreed. "So have you seen the movie or not aware about it?"

"Oh come onnn. I should have searched, is the movie good?"

"It covers the book to a large extent, the portrayal is great, so yeah sure," hesitantly he added, "perhaps we can watch it together sometime, I mean, if you want to, not that you have to say yes for sure-" he almost began rambling until she cut him off.

"Are you asking me out, Mr. Barnes?" She was surprised at her own statement. Her cheeks red between a tomato and stop traffic light.

"Would you like it if I did?"he questioned, smirking, noticing her blush but he was still nervous. He almost knew what she was going to say, because he knows her. If only she would remember.

"As much as I would like to say yes-" Ben looked surprised, "-I need to figure some things out. Plus, we hardly know each other. I don't even know what you do for a living, you could be a assassin for all I know-"

"-I'm an actor, though assassin sounds nice, should consider a career change," he interjected. He knew she would be friends with someone, then maybe try the dating thing, not any other way. He just asked her for the sole purpose of getting her to trust him, but he couldn't help playing along, even if he didn't want it to be a game at all.

"So, you're thinking of becoming The Winter Soldier without the brainwashing thing?"

"Possibly."

"Do you have a gun hidden for practice?" Both of them shared a laugh at this.

They hadn't even realized they had reached the library and were just about to pass it when she looked around. Realizing where they were, she invited Ben inside. He, wanting to spend every single moment with his partner, eagerly followed her. Even if she didn't know.

[ktmarison]

the  book  of  mormon  sentence  starters.

   ‘  perhaps  one  day,  someone  very  special  will  find  them.  ’

‘  you  simply  won’t  believe  how  much  this  book  will  change  your  life  !  ’

‘  are  these  your  kids  ?  ’

‘  have  fun  in  hell.  ’

‘  would  you  like  to  change  religions  ?  i  have  a  free  book  written  by  jesus  !  ’

‘  just  stick  to  the  approved  dialogue.  ’

'  this  is  it,  you  guys  !  this  is  it  !  '  

'  i  have  been  praying  to  be  sent  to  my  favorite  place  in  the  whole  world.  '  

'  well,  if  you  prayed  for  a  location,  i'm  sure  heavenly  father  will  make  it  happen.  '  

'  you're  like,  the  smartest,  best,  most  deserving  elder  the  centers  ever  seen.  '

‘  the  most  important  time  of  a  mormon  kid’s  life  is  his  mission.  ’

‘  soon  i’ll  be  off  in  a  different  place,  helping  the  whole  human  race.  ’

‘  i  know  my  mission  will  be  something  incredible.  ’

‘  god  loves  mormons  and  he  wants  some  more  !  ’

‘  we’re  fighting  for  a  cause,  but  we’re  really,  really  nice.  ’

‘  yes  !  i  knew  we’d  get  paired  together  !  ’

‘  i  pray  i’m  sent  to  my  favorite  place:  orlando.  ’

‘  uganda  !  cool  !  .  .  .  where  is  that  ?  ’

‘  oh  boy  !  like  lion  king  !  ’

‘  i’m  so  stoked  we  got  paired  together  !  ’

‘  this  is...  fantastic  !  ’

‘  he  answered  your  prayer  ?  .  .  .  huh.  ’

‘  my  mom  always  says  if  heavenly  father  is  proud  of  you  he  will  always  give  you  what  you  ask.  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  miss  my  brother  so  much.  ’

‘  say,  maybe  we  should  see  if  there’s  any  way  i  could  get  transferred  someplace  a  little  bit  closer  to  home.  like,  i  don’t  know,  florida.  ’

‘  he  is  a  the  kind  of  kid  any  parent  would  be  proud  to  have.  ’

‘  just  do  your  best.  maybe  your  new  companion  will  help  make  you  not  so  weird.  ’

‘  it’s  like  i’m  finally  gonna  have  a  best  friend.  ’

‘  my  little  problem  is  in  check,  it’s  not  gonna  be  an  issue.  ’

‘  i  have  low  self  esteem  and  desperately  want  to  fit  in  with  my  peers.  ’

‘  i’ve  never  been,  but  i’m  sure  it’s  a  hoot  !  ’

‘  bye,  baby  !  ’

‘  it’s  just  you  and  me  now.  ’

‘  we  are  never  allowed  to  go  anywhere  without  each  other.  ’

‘  that’s  so  awesome,  because  all  of  my  friends  always  end  up  leaving  me,  but  you  can’t.  ’

‘  are  you  a  star  wars  guy  or  a  star  trek  guy  ?  i  wanna  know  everything  about  you.  personally  i  like  star  wars,  but  i’m  willing  to  like  star  trek  if  you  think  it’s  better.  ’

‘  i’ve  always  had  the  hope  that  on  the  day  i  go  to  heaven,  heavenly  father  would  shake  my  hand  and  say  you’ve  done  an  awesome  job.  ’

‘  you  and  me,  but  mostly  me,  are  gonna  change  the  world  forever.  ’

‘  i  can  do  most  anything.  ’

‘  i  can  stand  next  to  you  and  watch.  ’

‘  now  we’re  seeing  eye  to  eye.  it’s  so  great  we  can  agree.  ’

‘  heavenly  father  has  chosen  you  and  me,  just  mostly  me.  ’

‘  i’ll  do  something  incredible.  ’

‘  i  wanna  be  the  mormon  who  changed  all  man  kind.  ’

‘  i’ll  do  something  incredible  that  blows  god’s  freaking  mind.  ’

‘  life  is  about  to  change  for  you  and  me.  ’

‘  there’s  no  limit  to  what  we  can  do.  me  and  you.  ’

‘  why  are  you  doing  this  ?  ’

‘  you  stay  the  fuck  away  from  them.  let  me  do  my  job.  ’

‘  no.  no,  no,  no.  first,  shouldn’t  we  call  the  police  and  see  if  we  can  get  the  bags  back  ?  ’

‘  having  a  saying  makes  it  all  seem  better.  ’

‘  there  isn’t  enough  food  to  eat.  ’

‘  people  are  starving  in  the  street.  ’

‘  we’ve  had  no  rain  in  several  days.  ’

‘  now  you  try.  just  stand  up  tall,  tilt  your  head  to  the  sky,  and  list  off  the  bad  things  in  your  life.  ’

‘  the  plane  was  crowded  and  the  bus  was  late.  ’

‘  when  the  world  is  getting  you  down,  there’s  no  one  else  to  blame.  raise  your  middle  finger  to  the  sky,  and  curse  his  rotten  name.  ’

‘  when  god  fucks  you  in  the  butt,  fuck  him  right  back  in  his  cunt.  ’

‘  you  really  should  not  be  saying  that.  things  aren’t  always  as  bad  as  they  seem.  ’

‘  fuck  you,  you  dick  !  ’

‘  i  told  my  brother  he  could  cure  his  aids  by  having  sex  with  a  baby.  ’

‘  she’s  all  i  have  left  in  the  world.  ’

‘  if  you  don’t  like  what  we  say,  try  living  here  a  couple  days:  watch  all  your  friends  and  family  die.  ’

‘  i’m  always  there  if  you’d  like  to  talk.  ’

‘  no  matter  how  hot  you  get  at  night,  keep  your  windows  closed.  ’

‘  she  is  so  hot.  she  is  super,  super  hot  !  ’

‘  that’s  a  lot  to  remember.  ’

‘  that  is  practically  nothing.  ’

‘  i’m  just  feeling  a  little  confused  right  now  is  all.  ’

‘  that’s  no  problem,  it’s  super  easy  not  to  feel  that  way.  ’

‘  don’t  feel  those  feelings.  hold  them  in  instead.  ’

‘  it’s  a  cool  little  mormon  trick.  we  do  it  all  the  time.  ’

‘  really,  what’s  so  hard  about  that  ?  ’

‘  when  i  was  young,  my  dad  would  treat  my  mom  real  bad.  ’

‘  how  am  i  gonna  keep  my  mom  from  getting  abused  ?  ’

‘  i’d  see  her  all  scared  and  my  soul  was  dying.  ’

‘  now  don’t  you  dare  start  crying.  ’

‘  the  doctor  said  she  still  had  two  months  more.  ’

‘  where  is  my  brother  ?  ’

‘  he  and  i  were  close  as  two  friends  could  be.  one  thing  led  to  another,  and  soon  i  would  discover,  i  was  having  really  strange  feelings  for  him.  ’

‘  my  hetero  side  just  one.  ’

‘  boys  should  be  with  girls,  that’s  heavenly  father’s  plan.  ’

‘  i  think  it’s  okay  that  you’re  having  gay  thoughts.  ’

‘  being  gay  is  bad,  but  lying  is  worse.  ’

‘  you’ve  only  got  yourself  to  blame.  ’

‘  you  didn’t  pretend  hard  enough.  ’

‘ ��imagine  that  your  brain  is  made  of  tiny  boxes.  then  find  the  box  that’s  gay  and  crush  it.  okay  ?  ’

‘  no,  no,  no,  no  !  i’m  not  having  gay  thoughts  !  ’

‘  now  he  isn’t  gay  anymore.  ’

‘  check  it  out,  we  get  to  sleep  right  next  to  each  other  !  ’

‘  we’re  glad  you’re  here.  ’

‘  i  can  see  how  this  is  gonna  be  a  lot  like  the  lord  of  the  rings.  you’re  frodo,  and  i’m  samwise,  and  we’re  fighting  against  impossible  odds  !  ’

‘  this  is  all  just  so  not  what  i  was  expecting.  i  mean,  i  gotta  admit,  i’m  beginning  to  feel  a  little.  .  .  i  don’t  wanna  say  ripped  off  !  just.  .  .  overwhelmed.  ’

‘  remember  when  i  told  you  [x]  ?  it  isn’t  true.  i  made  it  up.  ’

‘  i’ll  do  anything  for  you.  i’m  your  best  friend.  ’

‘  sleep  now  little  buddy,  put  your  cares  away.  nappy  with  a  happy  face,  tomorrow’s  a  latter  day.  ’

‘  that’s  what  my  mom  used  to  sing  to  me  to  make  me  feel  better.  ’

‘  do  you  understand  how  difficult  this  is  gonna  be  ?  ’

‘  don’t  forget  what  you  told  me.  you  are  awesome.  ’

‘  and  then  my  dad  will  finally  feel  proud  of  me.  instead  of  just  feeling  stuck  with  me.  ’

‘  i  am  here  for  you.  ’

‘  i  finally  found  one  !  a  texting  device  !  now  i  can  get  on  facebook  !  ’

‘  why  don’t  you  just  let  me  do  all  the  talking  and  you  can  just  sorta  support  what  i’m  saying  by  going  oh  wow  and  stuff  like  that  ?  ’

‘  they  don’t  have  a  doorbell.  ’

‘  it’s  fine,  but  did  you  knock  ?  ’

‘  do  you  ever  feel  like  there  is  something  missing  from  your  life  ?  ’

‘  you  should  see  the  doctor.  ’

‘  calm  down,  i  got  this.  ’

‘  of  course  that  didn’t  work.  those  were  christian  missionaries.  we’re  mormons  !  ’

'  you  all  know  the  bible  is  made  of  testaments  old  and  new.  but  what  if  i  were  to  tell  you  there's  a  fresh  third  part  out  there  ?  one  that  was  found  by  a  hip,  new  prophet  who  had  a  little  donny  osmond  flair.  '

'  he  spoke  to  god  ?  '

'  this  is  no  lie:  i  speak  to  god  all  the  time.  '

'  he's  gonna  do  something  incredible.  '

‘  oh,  well,  y’know,  i’ve  actually  never  read  it.  it’s  just  so  boring  !  ’

‘  what  is  this  ?  some  kind  of  party,  huh  ?  and  no  one  invited  me  ?  ’

‘  keep  the  light  off  and  the  windows  closed.  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  spend  another  night  hiding  under  my  bed.  ’

‘  stay  inside  and  do  not  open  the  door  for  anyone.  ’

‘  my  mother  once  told  me  of  a  place  with  waterfalls  and  unicorns  flying,  where  there  was  no  suffering  and  no  pain.  ’

‘  i  always  thought  she  made  it  up.  ’

‘  if  i  could  let  myself  believe,  i  know  just  where  i’d  be:  right  on  the  next  bus  to  paradise.  ’

‘  i  can’t  imagine  what  it  must  be  like,  this  perfect,  happy  place.  ’

‘  will  i  fit  in  ?  ’

‘  soon  life  won’t  be  so  shitty.  ’

‘  now  salvation  has  a  name.  ’

‘  i  once  told  a  lie  when  i  was  twelve  and  i  had  a  dream  i  went  to  hell.  it  was  really  spooky.  ’

‘  we’ve  all  had  the  hell  dream,  people.  i  have  it  nightly.  ’

‘  africa  is  nothing  like  the  lion  king.  that  movie  took  a  lot  of  artistic  license.  ’

‘  he’s  upset  because  we  just  saw  some  guy  get  shot  in  the  face.  ’

‘  there  is  absolutely  nothing  i  can  accomplish  here.  ’

‘  latter  day  doesn’t  mean  tomorrow.  it  means  afterlife  !  .  .  .  the  reckoning  ?  latter  days  ?  when  good  people  go  to  meet  heavenly  father  and  they  get  everything  that  they  have  always  wanted  !  ’

‘  to  heck  with  rules.  ’

‘  i  am  not  wasting  the  most  important  two  years  of  my  life.  ’

‘  i’m  sorry,  guys,  but  he  is  my  best  friend.  ’

‘  i  can’t  do  something  incredible  here.  ’

‘  look,  you  and  me,  we’re  just---  we’re  not  that  compatible,  alright  ?  ’

‘  we  just  became  best  friends  a  few  days  ago.  ’

‘  i’m  not  your  best  friend,  i  just  got  stuck  with  you  !  ’

‘  it’s  okay.  i  know  how  it  goes.  it’s  fine.  it’ll  all  be  totally  fine.  ’

‘  you  and  me,  we  just  need  different  things.  ’

‘  it  was  really  nice  meeting  you.  ’

‘  take  it  easy,  buddy.  ’

‘  i  was  there  for  you.  ’

‘  i  don’t  have  any  friends.  ’

‘  it’s  too  late,  he’s  already  made  up  his  mind.  ’

‘  he  is  gone.  but  you  are  still  here.  ’

‘  i’m  a  follower.  ’

‘  what  did  jesus  do  when  they  sentence  him  to  die  ?  did  he  try  to  run  away  or  did  he  just  break  down  and  cry  ?  no,  jesus  dug  down  deep  knowing  what  he  had  to  do.  ’

'  when  faced  with  his  own  death,  jesus  knew  that  he  had  to  man  up.  '

‘  just  like  jesus,  i’m  growing  a  pair  !  ’

‘  it’s  time  to  man  up.  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  man  up  all  over  myself.  ’

‘  what  did  jesus  do  when  they  put  nails  through  his  hands  ?  did  he  scream  like  a  girl,  or  did  he  take  it  like  a  man  ?  ’

‘  when  someone  had  to  die  to  save  us  from  our  sins,  jesus  said  i’ll  do  it,  and  he  took  it  on  the  chin.  ’

‘  you’re  not  my  father  !  ’

‘  heavenly  father,  why  do  you  let  bad  things  happen  ?  ’

‘  more  to  the  point,  why  do  you  let  bad  things  happen  to  me  ?  ’

‘  i’m  sure  you  don’t  think  i’m  a  flake,  because  you  clearly  made  a  mistake.  ’

‘  i’m  in  the  lead  for  the  very  first  time  !  ’

‘  i’m  going  where  the  sun  always  shines  !  ’

‘  it  means,  you  know,  that  you  should  be  nice  to  each  other.  or  something.  ’

‘  i  know  you’re  really  depressed  with  all  your  aids  and  everything,  but  there  is  an  answer  in  christ.  ’

‘  i  just  told  a  lie.  ’

‘  i  didn’t  lie.  i  just  used  my  imagination  and  it  worked.  ’

‘  you’re  making  things  up  again.  ’

‘  when  you  fib,  there’s  a  price.  ’

‘  that  is  definitely  against  god’s  will  !  ‘

‘  wait,  let  me  check—  ’

‘  you’re  recklessly  warping  the  words  of  jesus.  ’

‘  but  this  time  it’s  helping  a  dozen  people.  ’

‘  i’m  not  committing  a  sin  just  by  making  things  up  again,  right  ?  ’  

‘  a  clitoris  is  holy  amongst  all  things.  ’

‘  who  would  have  thought  i’d  have  this  magic  touch  ?  ’

‘  i’m  talking,  they’re  listening.  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  save  them  all  with  this  stuff.  ’

‘  and  it’s  even  better  than  i  could  have  imagined  !  the  streets  are  clean,  and  the  people  are  happy  !  ’

‘  you  know,  the  funny  thing  is,  i  don’t  even  remember  getting  here.  ’

‘  oh,  i  remember  this  place.  ’

‘  long  ago,  when  i  was  five,  i  snuck  in  the  kitchen  late  at  night,  and  ate  a  donut  with  a  maple  glaze.  my  father  asked  who  ate  the  snack,  i  said  that  it  was  my  brother,  and  he  got  grounded  for  fourteen  days.  i’ve  lived  with  that  guilt  for  all  of  my  life.  ‘

‘  i’ve  lived  with  that  guilt  for  all  of  my  life.  ’

‘  now  i’ve  gone  and  done  it  again.  i’ve  committed  another  awful  sin.  ’

‘  oh  god,  how  could  i  have  done  this  to  you  ?  ’

‘  there  is  nothing  you  can  do.  ’

‘  you  blamed  your  brother  ?  you’re  a  dick.  ’

‘  jesus,  i’m  sorry.  ’

‘  jesus  hates  you.  ’

‘  i’m  sorry,  it  was  selfish  of  me.  ’

‘  i’m  way  worse  than  you.  ’

‘  please,  give  me  one  more  chance.  ’

‘  i  can’t  believe  jesus  called  me  a  dick.  ’

‘  wake  up,  buddy.  ’

‘  i’m  sorry,  you  guys,  i  had  a  little  meltdown  last  night,  but  i’m  not  leaving.  ’

‘  you  left  me  !  remember  ?  ’

‘  give  him  a  break  !  if  it’s  working  better  this  way  .  .  .  ‘

‘  people  should  be  free  to  do  what  they  want.  ’

‘  it’s  okay  you  guys,  i  have  everything  under  control,  i  know  what  heavenly  father  wants  from  me  now  !  ’

‘  ever  since  i  was  a  child,  i’ve  tried  to  be  the  best.  so  what  happened  ?  ’

‘  my  family  and  friends  all  said  i  was  blessed.  so  what  happened  ?  ’

‘  i  allowed  my  faith  to  be  shaken.  oh,  what’s  the  matter  with  me  ?  ’

‘  i’ve  always  longed  to  help  the  needed,  to  do  the  things  i’ve  never  dared.  ’

‘  this  was  the  time  for  me  to  step  up,  so  then  why  was  i  so  scared  ?  ’

‘  a  warlord  who  shoots  people  in  the  face.  was  so  scary  about  that  ?  ’

'  i  must  trust  that  my  lord  is  mightier  and  always  has  my  back.  '  

'  i  can't  have  even  one  shred  of  doubt.  '  

'  you  cannot  just  believe  part  way,  you  have  to  believe  in  it  all.  '  

'  my  problem  was  doubting  the  lord's  will.  '  

'  i  believe  that  has  god  has  a  plan  for  all  of  us.  '  

'  i  believe  that  the  current  president  of  the  church  speaks  directly  to  god.  '  

'  i  know  that  i  must  go  and  do  the  things  my  god  commands.  '

'  this  is  the  moment  i  was  born  to  do.  '  

'  i  feel  so  incredible  to  be  sharing  my  faith  with  you.  '

‘  hey,  wait  a  minute,  god  has  spoken  to  me,  sir.  ’

‘  by  the  power  of  god  almighty,  touch  me  not  !  ’

‘  there  are  more  of  you  than  there  are  of  them,  you  gotta  stand  up  for  yourselves,  christ  said  !  ’

‘  i  love  all  these  mormon  stories.  they  are  so  fucking  weird.  ’

‘  i  just  want  to  say  we  are  really  happy  heavenly  father  brought  you  here.  ’

‘  i’ve  never  seen  the  people  here  so  happy.  you  are  amazing.  ’

‘  you’re  a  great  man.  ’

‘  well,  y’know,  to  be  honest,  i’ve  never  really  done  it  before.  ’

‘  do  you  know  how  to  baptize  someone  into  the  church  ?  ’

‘  i  swear  to  dedicate  my  life  to  the  church.  ’

‘  i’m  about  to  do  it  for  the  first  time.  and  i’m  gonna  do  it  with  a  girl.  a  special  girl.  ’

‘  i’m  gonna  baptize  her,  bathe  her  in  god’s  glory.  ’

‘  i’ll  make  her  beg  for  more.  ’

‘  it’ll  be  so  good,  she’ll  want  me  to  baptize  her,  again.  ’

‘  i’ve  never  known  a  boy  so  gentle.  ’

‘  one  like  him  is  hard  to  find.  ’

‘  i’m  so  happy  you’re  about  to  be  my  first.  ’

‘  i  preformed  like  a  champ  !  ’

‘  i’m  wet  with  salvation  !  ’

‘  we  just  went  all  the  way  !  ’

‘  praise  be  to  god,  i’ll  never  forget  this  day.  ’

‘  you’ve  truly  honored  the  church  with  your  success.  ’

‘  i’m  not  a  follower  anymore.  ’

‘  this  is  something  incredible,  that  blows  my  fucking  mind.  ’

‘  hit  me,  get  me  another  one,  come  on.  ’

‘  well,  well,  well,  if  it  isn’t  super  mormon.  you  busy  spreading  the  word,  making  more  brainwashed  zombies  ?  ’

‘  of  course  you  woke  up,  you  drank  twelve  cups  of  coffee.  ’

‘  you  just  get  everything  that  you  pray  for.  ’

‘  you’re  doing  all  the  things  that  i  was  supposed  to  be  doing.  now  doesn’t  that  seem  a  little  bit  telling  to  you  ?  that  the  universe  doesn’t  work  the  way  we  were  told  ?  ’

‘  when  i  was  nine  years  old,  my  family  took  a  trip  to  orlando,  florida.  it  was  the  most  wonderful,  most  magical  place  i’ve  ever  been.  ’

‘  my  parents  told  me  that  if  i  made  god  proud,  and  i  did  whatever  the  church  asked,  then  in  the  latter  days,  i  could  have  whatever  i  wanted.  so  i  worked.  and  i  worked.  and  even  when  i  studied  mormon  stories  and  thought  well  that  doesn’t  make  any  sense  i  kept  working  !  because  i  was  told  that  one  day  i  would  get  my  reward  !  ’

‘  but  what  do  i  have  now  ?  i  can’t  even  get  a  ticket  home.  ’

‘  fine.  but  don’t  talk  to  me,  and  don’t  touch  me.  ’

‘  without  you,  i’m  just  a  guy  who  will  die  and  never  go  back  to  you.  ’

'  let's  be  really  fucking  polite  to  everyone  !  '  

'  now  comes  the  part  of  our  story  that  gets  a  little  bit  sad.  '  

'  we  gotta  stick  together.  '  

'  fuck  your  woman,  fuck  your  man,  it  is  all  part  of  god's  plan.  '  

'  god  wants  us  fucking.  '

‘  i  think  they  liked  it  !  ’

‘  i  wanted  to  show  you  this.  it  is  the  entire  play,  posted  on  the  mormon  church’s  facebook  page.  ’

‘  my  things  are  packed.  ’

‘  but  you  said  we  could  find  paradise  by  listening  to  you.  ’

‘  it’s  kinda  like  a  jesus  thing.  ’

‘  you  tell  ridiculous  stories  to  people  less  fortunate  to  make  fun  of  them.  ’

‘  you  have  crushed  my  soul.  i  hope  you  all  had  a  good  laugh.  ’

‘  there  is  no  trip  to  paradise.  ’

‘  how  could  i  let  my  hopes  get  so  high  ?  ’

‘  you  gave  me  a  dream,  but  it  was  all  a  lie.  ’

‘  i  think  you  like  to  see  me  cry.  ’

‘  i  really  did  it  this  time.  i  mean,  i’ve  always  been  a  screw  up,  but  this  ?  ’

‘  that  play  was  the  most  miraculous  thing  i’ve  ever  seen.  ’

‘  well,  sure,  it  was  a  bunch  of  made  up  stuff,  but  it  all  pointed  to  something  bigger.  ’

‘  wait.  .  .  you’ve  been  trying  to  teach  me  something  all  along,  haven’t  you  ?  ’

‘  i  was  making  it  all  about  me.  i  was  losing  faith  while  you  went  out  and  did.  .  .  something  incredible.  you  did  something  incredible  for  people  who  had  nowhere  left  to  go.  ’

‘  they  were  happy.  and  hopeful.  and  wearing  costumes.  it  was  almost  like  orlando.  ’

‘  we  cannot  give  up  hope,  we  have  to  try  and  fix  this  !  ’

‘  we  do  not  oppose  you,  we  will  do  whatever  you  say.  ’

‘  our  prophet  has  taught  us  to  stick  together  and  fight  oppression.  ’

‘  he  was.  .  .  eaten  by  lions.  ’

‘  there  is  no  promise  land,  and  there  is  no  salvation.  ’

‘  that  is  fucking  stupid.  ’

‘  you  might  as  well  put  down  those  guns,  because  they  will  not  work  against  the  undead  !  ’

‘  i’m  so  sorry,  if  you  could  give  me  a  second  chance,  i  promise—  ’

‘  where  do  you  think  you’re  going  ?  ’

‘  you  know  what,  you  guys  ?  fuck  him  !  ’

‘  we  are  still  latter  day  saints.  all  of  us.  even  if  we  change  some  things.  or  we  break  the  rules.  or  we  have  complete  doubt  that  god  exists.  ‘

‘  you  wanna  stay  here  with  me  ?  ’

'  who  cares  what  happens  when  we're  dead  ?  we  shouldn't  that  far  ahead.  '  

'  if  you  just  put  down  the  gun,  i'll  show  you---  '  

'  did  you  know  that  the  clitoris  is  a  holy  sacred  thing  ?  '  

'  the  past  may  be  in  tatters,  but  today  is  all  that  matters.  '

[americasass91]

His Kind of Beautiful

Hello lovely people! I don’t even know where to begin here. My ex popped up as a friend I may know on Facebook the other day. Of course it brought up all these memories. (I’ve been with my husband for over a decade so this ex was from way back when.) Anyways, I couldn’t help but think back to when and why we broke up. We worked together (that was a mistake) and I was chatting with one of our coworkers. The guy looked at me and was like ‘I don’t want to get in the middle of anything but your boyfriend said something about you the other day and it bothered me.’ I told him to tell me what he said. ‘He said you weren’t pretty enough to blow him.’ (Fun fact! I had already blown him a few times by this point.) So of course I thought my life was ruined. I mean I was only 17/18. I called him right away and asked him if it was true. The fucker didn’t even deny it! He was like I was just joking around. So I told him since I wasn’t pretty enough to blow him, I wasn’t pretty enough to date him either. That’s the last time I spoke to him.

Anyways! That’s what inspired this little fic. I know we all go through days where we don’t feel pretty or beautiful. But you know what? We are all beautiful no matter what! Please if you ever feel less than that and need to talk, I am here and willing to listen! Nobody should go through life feeling anything less than beautiful.

So I knew I needed to somehow incorporate this into a fic. At first I was going to go with Steve but I took a look at my Masterlist and realized I only had one Andy fic on there. That’s just despicable! So without any further ado, please enjoy this fic with our lovely, handsome floofy haired lawyer daddy!

Rating: Explicit (Like I could write something that doesn’t involve sex with Andrew)

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Language, fingering, unprotected sex(Remember: Sex is cleaner with a packaged weiner), and just Andy being fluffy

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You honestly didn’t even know why you had agreed to this. You hated first dates in general, let alone a blind date.

But your friend, Jane, assured you this guy was handsome and nice and worth your time to go out with.

So, you pulled a blue dress from your closet that you’d only worn maybe twice in your life and actually did your eye makeup.

After getting fully ready you take one last look at yourself in the mirror. For once you didn’t hate the woman staring back at you. This dress happened to accentuate your curves and the color of your eyeshadow made your eyes pop. You wouldn’t necessarily say you were pretty, but you looked decent.

You slip on your heels and grab your purse and head out of your apartment. As you go to lock your door, the apartment door behind you opens.

“Good evening, neighbor.”

You turn around with a smile on your face and return the greeting to your sinfully handsome neighbor, Andy.

He can’t help but notice how pretty you look. “Where are you going all dressed up?”

You blush and start heading towards the elevator together. “Oh, my friend set me up on a blind date. I’m nervous. Haven’t been on a date in awhile.”

He presses the button for the lobby. “Blind date, huh? Yeah I went on one of those recently. First date since the divorce. It was...interesting.”

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped as you both headed into the elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. You turn towards him. “Interesting, how?”

“Well, for starters, she was almost an hour late. Then when she showed up, she didn’t even apologize for being late. She just sat down and demanded the waiter bring her a cocktail. By snapping her fingers at him.”

The elevator doors open. You head into the lobby and notice Andy following you. “So I think it’s safe to say you aren’t calling her for a second date?” He opens the door to the outside for you. You smile in thanks and head out into the warm evening air of Boston.

He rolls his eyes as he follows you onto the street and hails down a cab. “Absolutely not.” He gestures for you to take the cab.

You look at him confused. “Don’t you need one?”

He waves you off. “Nah, I’m heading to pick up Jake to take him to dinner. He finally found some time to fit his old man into his ‘busy’ teenager schedule.” He heads towards his Audi you now realize is parked in front of the building right behind your cab.

You scoff at him as you open the cab door. “Old man? Oh, please. You can’t be more than what? 38?”

He opens the door to his own vehicle and smirks at you. “Try 43, sweetheart. Hey! Good luck on your date!” He waves and gets into his car. You return the wave and get into the cab and give the driver the address to the restaurant and try to get your mind off of how good Andy’s ass looked in the jeans he was wearing.

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You arrived at the restaurant with a few minutes to spare. You wanted to get there a little early so you could get a drink from the bar and calm your nerves.

You find a seat away from the other patrons and order a glass of wine. You scan your eyes over the room to see if your date has arrived yet. You weren’t entirely sure what he looked like but you knew he was going to be wearing a red shirt.

The bartender sets your wine in front of you. You hand over a 10 dollar bill and tell him to keep the change. As you sip your wine, you check your phone for the time. 7:02. You’re about ready to text your friend to ask if your date is normally late when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You turn around and look up at who you assume to be your date for the evening. He was handsome. Not as handsome as Andy, but handsome enough.

He gives you a small smile. “Hi, are you Y/N?”

You nod your head with a smile. “Yes, hi! It’s nice to meet you. You must be Jason?” You then gesture to the seat next to you. “Would you like to have a drink before we get a table?”

He nods once and takes a seat next to you and flags down the bartender to order a scotch.

The bartender sets the drink in front of him. Jason thanks him and pays for his drink.

You can feel the awkwardness start to creep in. And when that happens, you tend to get chatty.

“So, what do you do for a living?” You smile hoping to ease the tension building.

He turns to look you up and down. And not subtly. He shakes his head in disapproval and downs his drink before standing up. “Listen, I’m sorry but I can’t do this. Jane lied to me.”

You can’t help the confused look that crosses your face. “She lied to you? How?”

He gives you another not so subtle once over. “She told me you were beautiful. And no offense, but I just don’t see it.”

You can’t help the jaw drop. Sure you knew you weren’t gorgeous but damn. You’d never had a man be bold enough to actually say it to your face. “So, you’re just gonna leave? Not even give me a chance because I’m not your version of beautiful?”

He scoffs and checks out a girl that walks by the two of you. “What can I say? I’ve got standards that you just don’t meet.”

You feel like you’ve just been punched in the gut. That’s it. You’re fucking done. You reach behind you and grab your wine glass and throw the drink in his face.

You grab your purse and head towards the door. You turn back to face him. “I may not meet your ‘beauty standards’ but at least I’m not an asshole!” With that you flip him off and head outside to hail a cab to head back home.

You manage to make it almost all the way home before the tears start to fall. Sure he was a stranger and his opinion didn’t matter. But it still fucking hurt that he didn’t want you and didn’t even think you were pretty enough to share a meal with. Your self esteem already sucked and this asshole sure as hell didn’t make it any better.

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The blue dress goes in the trash as soon as you step into your apartment. You take off your nice lace bra you had put on. You take your makeup off with a wipe and pull your hair up in a ponytail. You throw on some hello kitty pajama shorts and a t- shirt that’s at least 2 sizes too big for you.

Then you head into your kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine from a bottle you keep in the fridge for emergencies. You think this classifies as one.

You grab your phone off the counter and call your favorite Chinese place. You order double what you normally do because nobody wants to sleep with you. Might as well eat whatever the fuck you wanted. God, you can’t believe you shaved your legs for that asshole.

The lady on the phone lets you know it’ll be at least an hour. You give her your card number and thank her before refilling your now empty glass.

As you’re sitting on the couch waiting for your food, you can’t help but replay the events of the evening. Then that takes you into a downward spiral as you think back to all of your exes.

Come to think of it, they’ve all left you for one reason or another. A majority of them cheated with someone way prettier than you. Wow, maybe you were the problem. Clearly you were going for guys out of your league.

Maybe you needed to reevaluate the standards you had. Which quite frankly, wasn’t much. You just wanted them to not be a serial killer.

Perhaps you should just give up on dating. You were perfectly happy alone. Maybe that’s how it was supposed to be for you.

Before your thoughts could spiral anymore, your doorbell rang. You glance at your phone. Damn that hour flew by.

You grab $10 out of your purse for a tip and open your door. As you’re grabbing the bags and thanking the delivery guy, Andy steps out of the elevator with confusion written all over his face. “Hey, Y/N. Thought you had a date?”

You could almost feel the tears trying to well up again. No, you weren’t going to cry. Especially in front of your handsome neighbor.

“Yeah, it uh, didn’t work out. Shit happens.”

He puts his key in the lock and opens his door then turns to look at you. “Not your type?”

You can’t help the rush of air that leaves your mouth. “Not exactly. I wasn’t his. Apparently Jane, our mutual friend, told him I was beautiful and well. He didn’t agree with her.”

Andy furrows his brows and cocks his head to the side. “What? Was he blind or something?”

You shake your head. “Nope. I just wasn’t up to his standards.”

Andy mumbles something under his breath. “Well, I’m sorry. Some guys can be real assholes.”

You wave him off. “No need to apologize. I get that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea.”

Andy shakes his head. “Still, I’m sorry. That really sucks. And he really said you weren’t beautiful to your face?”

You give him a sad smile and shrug your shoulders. “It’s okay, really. I’m used to not being wanted. Have a nice night, Andy.”

You turn and head back into your apartment before he has a chance to reply. You don’t need his pity. You just need to drown yourself in the rest of your wine and gorge yourself on the greasy Chinese.

Just as you set the food down on the counter, you hear a knock at your door.

Confused, you head over and open it to find Andy standing there. And he looks kinda pissed.

“What do you mean you’re used to not being wanted?”

You sigh and put your hands on your hips. “It’s not the first time some guy hasn’t wanted me and it won’t be the last.”

Andy shakes his head as he pushes his way inside and shuts the door with his foot. “There’s just something I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “And what’s that?”

He then proceeds to walk closer to you, forcing you backwards until your back touches the wall. He puts his hands on either side of your head and gazes down at you. You’ve never been this close to him before. You can feel his chest move against yours as he breathes. You can feel the heat radiating off of him.God, he smells good.  You realize you’re not breathing and take a deep breath. He smiles down at you and takes his left hand to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear that had fallen free from your ponytail.

“That some moron would think that you’re not beautiful. He’s fuckin crazy, Y/N.”

Your breath hitches as his left hand has now grabbed the back of your neck to raise your lips towards his. You close your eyes, waiting for the inevitable kiss. “I guess I’m just not everyone’s kind of beautiful.”

He leans in, just barely brushing his lips against yours. “You’re my kind of beautiful.”

WIth that, he presses his lips to yours for a slow but intense kiss. You can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him all the way up against you. He grunts when his hardening cock comes into contact with your soft belly.

After a few minutes of intense kisses that take your breath away, he pulls back and presses his forehead against yours. “Will you let me show you how beautiful I think you are?”

You don’t even need to think about it. “Yes, please.”

He smiles and leans in for one more quick kiss. “Take me to the bedroom, pretty girl.”

You quickly grab his hand and lead him down the hall towards your bedroom, making a quick stop in the kitchen to throw the Chinese food in the fridge.

Once in your room Andy spins you around and presses your back up against his front. He leans forward and starts placing soft kisses against your neck. His left hand rests at your waist while his right hand moves up under your shirt towards your breasts. “Is this okay, pretty girl?” His voice is so low and husky. Your panties didn’t even stand a chance.

You nod. “Yes, please. Touch me, Andy.”

He groans a little and reaches up to cup your right breast in his hand. You hear him let out a growl as he continues to fondle your breast. While his left hand makes its way into your shorts, brushing his finger over your clit. You jolt forward at the sensation, whimpering out in the process.

“You like that, pretty girl? Like my fingers on your little cunt?”

You grab a hold of his wrist and writhe against him as he lowers his fingers towards your entrance. He gathers your slick up before moving his fingers back towards your clit and starts slowly circling it.

“Fuck, Andy. Feels so good.”

“Yeah? You want my fingers inside you, baby?”

You quickly nod. “Please. Need to feel you.”

He lowers his hand back down to your entrance and slowly slides his middle finger against your walls. You arch your back and moan out his name as he starts pumping it slowly.

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight. When’s the last time you’ve been touched, pretty girl?”

“Too long. Feels so good. I need more. Please.”

His index finger quickly joins the middle one. He starts pumping them in and out of you quicker, curling them just right so they rub up against your g spot. “Oh, fuck!” You can’t help but yell out at the feeling. It’s been so long since someone’s taken the time to pleasure you, let alone find your g spot. You could feel the coil tightening already. You were embarrassingly close and he hadn’t even really started yet.

“You gonna cum for me already, pretty girl? Do it. Make a mess on my fingers.”

He moves his thumb and starts circling your clit. Your legs start shaking. He presses his thumb down just a little harder and you’re gone. You cum with a shout of Andy’s name into the otherwise empty room.

He continues pumping his fingers in and out but removes his thumb from your clit, not wanting to overstimulate you too much. “Good girl. So fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

You lower your head in embarrassment. He spins you around and places his finger under your chin so he can raise your head so you’re looking at him. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl. I want to see everything.” He takes his left hand and raises it to his mouth, sucking your essence off of his fingers. He moans into his hand. “You taste so fucking sweet. Knew you would.”

He grabs your face to pull you in for a sweet kiss as he slowly pushes you towards the bed. The back of your knees touch your mattress before he pulls away. He smiles down at you as he grabs the hem of your shirt and pulls it up and off, tossing it somewhere in the room. His gaze then falls to your breasts. He licks his lips hungrily. Before he can get too caught up, he hooks his thumbs into your shorts and pulls them and your panties down and off your legs, helping you step out of them.

He stands back up and pulls you in for another kiss, your hands fall to his chest. You start to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest to you a little at a time. You pull away to get the last few buttons and push his shirt over his shoulders and are surprised to see his chest and abdomen sprinkled with various tattoos. You never would’ve guessed. You can’t help but let your hand trace over a quote on his collarbone or onto the eagle covering his pec.

“I never would have pegged you for a tattoo guy. These are amazing.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I only have them where they can be covered up by clothes.” He grabs your wrists to stop your tracing. “You can trace all of them some other time, pretty girl. Right now, I need to be inside of you.”

You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at his words. His dirty talk was going to be the death of you.

He moves his hands towards his belt buckle and starts undoing it. You couldn’t help but notice the slight tremble to his hands. You place your hands on top of his and look at his face. “Hey, if you don’t want to do this, that’s ok.”

He looks into your eyes and gives you a shy smile. “No, I want to. God, do I want to. It’s just, I haven’t been with anyone since Laurie and I guess I’m a little nervous.”

You couldn’t help the pull you felt at your heart at his words. He was nervous. Thank god. So were you. This beautiful man wanted to sleep with you, of course you were nervous. “If it makes you feel any better, I’m nervous too. You’re kind of intimidating.”

He cocks his head to the side and furrows his brows. “Intimidating? Why is that?”

You remove your hands from his and gesture up and down his body. “Just look at you. You’re breathtaking, Andy. And I’m just me.” Your gaze falls down to your feet, unable to look at him.

He puts his finger under your chin and raises your head so that you’re forced to look at him. “Speak for yourself, pretty girl. You’re the breathtaking one.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Yeah, right.”

His gaze on you hardens just a little. He grabs your hand and places it over his pants against his erection. “Do you feel that? Feel what you do to me? Nobody but you can make me this hard, pretty girl. I’ve been in a constant state of arousal since I moved in, watching you coming in and out of your apartment in your tight skirts and almost see-through blouses. Making me go fuckin’ crazy.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything or make a move then?” Of course your self doubt was starting to creep in. Maybe this was him just wanting to get his dick wet. You needed to know.

He grabs your hands and brings your knuckles to his mouth, giving them a soft kiss. “Honestly? I thought there was no way in hell an old man like me would have a shot with a sweet thing like you.”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your mouth. “Please. You’re only 43.”

He pulls you in for a sweet, lingering kiss. “Yeah, well. Probably too old for you. But after what you said to me, about how you’re used to not being wanted? I stopped caring how old I was. I needed to show you just exactly how much you’re wanted. So, can I still show you, pretty girl?”

You quickly nod your head and help him finish removing his pants, leaving him in just his black briefs. The fabric doing nothing to hide the outline of his hard cock. Jesus. He looked big. Bigger than anything you’ve taken. You couldn’t wait.

You quickly pulled his briefs over his hips and down his legs. His cock sprang free and smacked against his inked abdomen, making him hiss. You grab him at the base and slowly start pumping him, looking at his face for his reaction. His head is thrown back and his eyes are closed as he moans out your name at the feeling. His hands are gripping your hips.

You smear his precum that’s gathered at the tip and use that to help jerk him off a little faster. You tighten your grip as you pick up your pace, loving the sounds you're pulling from him. You start to go on your knees when he suddenly pulls you back up. You look at him in confusion. “If I let you continue, this will be over before it even starts. Gonna make me blow my load like an inexperienced teenager.”

You couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself but once again furrow your brows as Andy walks to the other side of the bed. He starts looking around in your nightstand. “Do you have any condoms?”

You shake your head. “I did but they expired. If you’re okay with it, I’m on birth control. And I got tested after my last partner and I’m clean.”

He pushes the drawer to the nightstand back in and climbs onto the bed and lays on his back, hand lazily stroking his cock. “I’m more than okay with that. I just had a full work up done. I’m healthy as well.”

You barely acknowledge what he said, unable to remove your eyes from his hand that’s wrapped around his cock. You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth and let out a little whimper. Andy chuckles at you. “Well, are you going to just stare at it, pretty girl? Or are you going to hop on my lap and get comfy?”

That gets your attention. You meet his gaze. “You want me on top?”

He nods. “Wanna be able to see all of you, baby girl.” He removes his hand from his cock and pats his thigh. “Come on, pretty girl. Ride me.”

Well that sight just caused a new wave of arousal to pool at your core. You had only been on top once before and it was only for a short time.

You place your knees gently on the bed and crawl the short way to him. You swing your left leg over him so that you're sitting right above where he wants you. You thread your hands through his hair and lean down for a heated kiss. You lick his bottom lip, wanting in. He doesn’t even hesitate to open his mouth to let you in.

He places his left hand on your hip while the other grabs his cock. He pushes your body down so that you’re hovering over it. “Please. Fuck me, pretty girl.”

You keep your lips attached to his as you slowly sink down on him. You get about halfway before you stop and pull away to look at him, trying to slow down your breathing. He brings his right hand up to cup your cheek. “You ok? Do you wanna stop?” The quick shake of your head makes him chuckle. “No, god no. I just need a minute. You’re fucking huge Andy.”

He can’t help the cocky smirk that appears. “Yeah, I know. Just take all the time you need.” He rubs his hand up and down your back to help calm you down. It only takes you a few more seconds before you continue to impale yourself on his impressive dick.

You let out a breath of relief when your hips settle flush against his. He grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for another kiss. You slowly start rocking your hips against him. He feels fucking incredible. Hitting all the right spots inside of you.

You pull away from the kiss and raise up a little and plant your hands on your headboard for some leverage. The rock of your hips speed up significantly. You move all the way up until his tip is barely inside before you slam yourself back down against him. You’re pulling the most beautiful sounds from his lips. It makes you move that much faster and harder against him.

Andy moves his hands to your breasts and gives them a good squeeze. Then he starts pinching your nipples, eliciting a moan from you. “That’s it, baby girl. Doing so good. You look so gorgeous fuckin’ yourself on my cock. Goddamn. Riding me so well.”

The praise he’s giving you just spurs you on. You raise up even more and place your hands on his chest and pick up your pace just a little more. You can feel the coil tightening in your belly. You’re going to cum and hard.

Andy keeps his left hand on your breast and keeps pinching your nipple. He moves his right hand down until his thumb is pressing against your clit, giving you the friction you needed. “Can feel you squeezing me, pretty girl. Cum for me. Make a mess.”

He presses his thumb just a little harder and that’s all it takes. You free fall over the edge of bliss with a scream of Andy’s name, your hips faltering from their rhythm.

You slow down your pace as you come down from your high, collapsing against Andy’s chest. He cradles you in his arms and rubs his hands up and down your back. “Still with me, sweet girl?”

You weakly nod your head and take just a second to catch your breath. It takes you a moment to realize he didn’t finish. You raise your head off his chest to look at him. “Why didn’t you cum?”

He smiles and pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “Oh, I will. Don’t worry. Just wanted to watch you fall apart on top of me. And let me just say, it’s one of the prettiest sights I’ve ever seen. You look gorgeous when you cum, Y/N. Almost made me lose it. Think you can take some more?”

You nod your head eagerly, already wanting to cum around his cock again. “Then why don’t you be a good girl and turn around and get on your hands and knees for me?”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You quickly pull off of him and turn around to get on your hands and knees. He takes a second to admire the view of your once again dripping pussy before he gets up on his knees behind you. He grabs a hold of your ass and gives it a hard squeeze. “Such a nice ass. I bet it’ll jiggle real nice while I’m fuckin’ you.”

He grabs a hold of the base of his cock and moves it towards your entrance. Before he starts pushing in, he gives your right cheek a hard smack. You drop down onto your elbows and moan into the sheets below you. Fuck. You didn’t know you liked that. He places his right hand on your hip and squeezes.

“Hmm. We’ll have to revisit that later.” And that’s the last thing he says before he slams home. You arch your back and fist the sheets as he sets a hard and fast pace.

And boy was he right. Your ass does jiggle nicely with every snap of his hips against it. He threads his left hand through your hair and gives it a tug. It makes you clench around him. “Fuck, baby girl. Keep squeezing me like that and I’m not going to last long.”

You move your head to the side and peer back at him. You clench around him again and it earns you another groan and smack to your ass. “Want you to cum for me, Andy. Please. Fill me up.”

He stills for just a second and wraps his left arm around your chest and lifts you up until your back is flush against his chest. This time he keeps his thrusts nice and slow. He places a kiss to the side of your neck. “Yeah? Want me to fill that pussy up, huh? To claim you as mine?”

You let a whimper escape your lips and you grip onto his arm that’s holding you against him as he starts picking up the pace of his thrusts. You clench around him again. “I am yours, Andy.”

He quickly moves his right hand down and starts circling your clit. “Fuck, Y/N. You’re gonna make me cum. Cum with me, please.”

You start pushing back and meeting his thrusts, desperate to get him to his release.

It only takes a few more snaps of his hips and circles against your clit before you're both falling over the edge while moaning out the other's name.

He continues pumping his hips until he’s completely spent and gently moves to lay the both of you onto your sides, basking in the afterglow of your orgasms.

He slowly pulls out of you and turns you around so that you’re facing him. He tucks your now loose hair behind your ear. “Hi, there.”

You chuckle and move up against him and press your face into the crook of his neck. “Hello.” You place a gentle kiss to his pulse point and relax as he wraps his arms around you.

There’s only a few minutes of peaceful silence when:

“So, was that good for you?”

You pull away and look up at him with an incredulous look on your face and smack his shoulder. You both start laughing.

“Of course it was good for me. Did you enjoy yourself, Andrew?”

He pulls you in for another sweet kiss. “Oh, yeah. But you know. Just to be sure. We might need to do it again.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. It only makes you laugh once more.

“You are such a dork. How about we get a shower and then heat up the food you so rudely interrupted me from eating before?”

His jaw drops in mock hurt. “You weren’t complaining when I was making you come around my cock, pretty girl.”

You sit up and stretch your arms over your head. You swing your legs over the side and stand up, wobbling just a little. You hear a chuckle behind you and playfully send a glare his way as you make your way to the bathroom.

You turn on the light and can’t help but look at your reflection in the mirror.

Your hair is a hot mess, having fallen out of it’s ponytail. Your lips were swollen and red from all the kissing. Your nipples looked slightly red from all pinching they had been subjected to. Your skin flushed from the orgasms. And there was what looked like a bruise forming on your hip in the shape of his hand.

And yet. You’ve never felt more beautiful.

You see Andy walking up behind you in the mirror. He smiles at you.

You turn around and return it before throwing your arms around his neck and raising yourself up on your toes to pull him in for a kiss. He gladly wraps his arms around you and reciprocates.

You pull away with a smile still attached to your face. “Not that I mind, pretty girl. But, what was that for?”

You shrug. “Just thank you. For making me feel beautiful.”

He smiles down at you and pulls you in for another quick kiss. You can feel him hardening once again against your hip. “Why don’t we skip the shower for now? I’m not quite finished with you yet.”

And with that he pulls you back into the bedroom where he spends the rest of the night showing you that you’re his kind of beautiful.

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