#WELP that escalated quickly

[astoldbychae]

Private, not secret. ☕ (via Bleu's IG Story)

Del Sol Valley Suns' Shooting Guard, La'Tavia "TJ" Williams, spotted on a night out in San Myshuno with what seems to be her new boo, Deijah. Sources say these two have been secretly dating for the past few months. TJ is typically hush-hush when it comes to her dating life...so things must be pretty serious here.

TJ's traits (so far): Adventurous, Bro, Gloomy, Generous 🥺

Currently residing in Uptown, San Myshuno but is preparing to relocate to DSV after being traded to the DSV Suns.

their little backstory & juicy details below the cut

📌 After dating for 7 years or so, Deijah and Jaron finally called it quits. Ultimately he was ready to settle down and try for babies, while She was focused on her nursing career, after leaving the military. Her plans of Nurse Entrepreneurship are well on their way (as she begins scouting locations for her med spa). With the encouragement of her best friend, she signed up for the dating app, Meet & Mingle, because dating in her city is...trash (to say the least). After a few weeks on the app she received a private message from TJ. Those private messages soon turned to texts/video calls...which turned to a few trips to San Myshuno to spend time together. Surprisingly enough, they bonded over their shared love of boxing. As TJ packs up & prep's for her move/b-ball season to start, she's looking forward to flying Deijah out for various adventures, with her adventurous ass. 🙃

Meanwhile, Jaron is engaged to Atira (She's an Editor or something at SMOGUE last I checked) and they are expecting their first child. 🥴

[sammysamstuff]

Will: “Alexa I accidentally offered my body to my hot male shrink while leaning against a ladder. What should I do?”

Will later that week: “Alexa is it okay to drink wine with my hot male shrink during our appointment?”

Will later on the same day: “Alexa can I adopt a teenage girl with my hot male shrink?”

1x10 || 2x12

#girl what kind of therapy is this

[beefgnawpolis]

Me: feel like pure shit just want Malroth back

Game: ok here he is :)

Me: ........fuck you

(can I keep my monster gang though? can I keep Hellen at least?)

[latelyanobsession]

Hi lovely!

How about a bathtub smut w dom billy.

He comes home after a long day at work, sees u in the bathtub and wants to get in. But u tell him he has to be the little spoon. He reluctantly agrees and lays onto your chest. You seduce him and give him a handjob, he tries to maintain his dominance.

After the handjob he manhandles you so that your now laying against his chest, and makes you squirt.

reading this i just 😮‍💨👌

first off. you better have extra towels around because water is gonna be... everywhere. and second, you best have been on your best behavior lately. this boy? the little spoon? in a bathtub no less? you better be real good at sweet talking. maybe bat those eyes once or twice for good measure.

i always reserve so much admiration for individuals who can pull off anything in a tub or shower bc that shit is a hazard!

it's been a real shit day he admits.... and god the bath looks so inviting, especially with you in it. he's sore all over and the steam rising above the water paired with the way it laps over your skin is just calling to him. just this once .... he'll do it. pouting, but playfully as he slides in front of you. you better put those hands to work, "my shoulders are fucked." he groans audibly as you work your palms along his back.

maybe he's enjoying this a little too much, sinking into the sudsy water. leaning his weight against your torso as he hums contently. dare he admit that this was a good idea of yours? his eyes are heavy, getting drowsy when you pounce. he takes a full second to realize where your hands have wandered off to. slow lazy strokes and warm open-mouthed kisses bringing him to full attention. his head tipping to your shoulder looking at you. eyes daring you. if you get yours? i'm sure as hell going to get mine...

you brazenly continue. pulling and taunting. teasing him with your finger in all the places you know make his hips stutter and his jaw hitch. thumb rubbing in small circles just below the crown. "kn-knock it o-off. fuuuuck!" he warns, trembling. his hands tossing out to the sides and gripping the tub walls. you don't. caressing down his length smoothly only to lay on pressure as you inch towards the tip. your grip growing narrower. the water is sloshing. he's fighting it, but you can see it on his face. his knuckles turning white against the porcelain tubside he's gripping for dear life as he comes apart. his jaw clenches tight, the vein in his neck prominent as he thrusts in your clutches. a harshly bit out, "fuck, fuck!" panting and defeated.

moments pass before his head turns eyes blazing on you. "c'mere!" he rasps gruffly, reaching around and yanking you from out behind him, water shifting in all directions from out of the tub. "don't move..." he warns you, looking down at you as he pins you against his chest. wrapping his legs over yours and pinning your legs as wide as they'll go in this enclosed space. you're in for it now.

if you let out any kind of whine he doesn't mind. hell, he may even prefer it, as one hand roughly clamps itself over your sex and the other wraps comfortably around your throat, his thumb and forefinger guiding your chin up to look at him. "my turn" he states mockingly, thrusting two fingers inside you. waves of water are already churning up, you're not holding still nearly as well as you should be. he's smiling at you, that awful sickeningly sweet grin when he knows he has you. you're scrabbling, hands clutching at him. but it's like your mind can't decide. for a moment you'll pry at his grip on your neck and a moment later you're feebly pulling at his arm thrust between your legs. and all the while you aren't fully registering that your hips are bucking in tandem with each curl, each pull, and every twitch of his fingers.

the room is filled with noise. your panted moans and half-hearted protests mixing with splashes and echoing off the corners and drowning your already overstimulated senses. he's pressing his fingers deep and harshly within you. making you wail. abusing that one spot that makes you see spots and your gut draw up tight. "p-please" you beg only to be answered with a deep growl. a nip on the nape of your neck. you can feel that tidal wave coming. "billy please" lips sucking rough blooms onto your skin and climbing up your neck.

"say you want it" he rumbles low in your ear. "say it" the pressure isn't letting up but it's not enough. "i want it.. ple-please! please!" he adds a third finger and increases his pace. dragging his digits roughly against your insides, pressing them taught against your walls. you keen, head falling back on his shoulder as you release. you're lightheaded, catching your breath as the water drains from the tub. a towel wrapping over your shoulders and a set of arms helping you out.

"dry off..." he says "im not done with you yet."

[ryoun]

welp, that escalated quickly! ♪(^∇^*) Eungyeol's motto must be 'the more you hate, the more you love.'

#the fact this all happened in ONE EPI-FREAKIN-SODE!

[spookyagentfmulder]

Of course that was the next question. Fingers dig into the back of his brain, pressing on the bundle of tissue that activates fight or flight. Mulder breathes in, letting out a heavy breath as he hangs his head. It's his turn to stare at the ground. It's his turn to begin to shake. His lips quiver, pulling into a grimace, a frown, something contorting with decades of emotion.

"... No. Thought I did once but uh-" His voice quivers. She had been so real. She had made her mother smile again. She almost made him believe it was true. All those women. But they used him. And for what? So that he could have his sister taken away from him again. So he could see the disappointment in his father's eyes. So he could see his mother wracked with grief all over again.

I'm sorry, dad.

"... Turns out it was something else." Fox lifts his head, eyes rimmed with red as he looks to his friend. His partner. He attempts a smile, only to sniff and pull out three more pieces of candy. Two for himself, which he immediately pops into his mouth and crunches down on hard.

"You uh... You wanna get out of here?" He laughs, nervous and awkward as a tear rolls down his cheek, "This place sucks."

that nifty little fact is startling enough to knock his still-sizzling brain clear off the hot plate, and the first real eye contact since this mess began is a look of baffled alarm. you're never too old to abruptly, desperately want to stick your tongue out as far as it'll stretch and scrub away a bad taste with your fingers, as it turns out. ( but he's apparently too old to try. ) ' burn a wot? '

. . . all the same, he takes the next one offered, trying his best to show a skeptical interest in it before chewing it back anyway. slow start of an acid drip be damned, mulder's right about it helping, even if he's finding personally that the motions are better about settling him than the taste. simple, mechanical movement: reach, grasp, open, place, chew. after a minute, the words start to sink in, and he raises eyebrows in silent surprise. it tracks perfectly, he just hadn't . . . expected that, somehow. ' fairly common side effect. when'd y'figure these things worked, fer stoppin 'em? '

the information sinks through him like a stone, heavy and slow; he can feel his eyes widen, lips pressing together tight in empathetic grief. ' jesus. sorry. you mean it like aliens, or . . . er. guess it don't matter. ' his thoughts go directly to cheryl — she'd left, not been taken, but he can't picture going the rest of his life without knowing right where he could find her if he wanted to. can't imagine walking into work on the daily just to relive the absence, like mulder does.

and then something stored at the intersection of emotion and bad ideas whispers. what if you told him about newcastle, and the sharp shock of realization spears through his stomach and rips him right back out of his body like a paper doll from a page. "it's even worse when it's a little girl," and him with the bloody murder charge. no, nobody is telling anyone anything about bastard fucking newcastle, ever. ever. mulder can stay right here with him, is right here with him, but only up to a point. only for now.

when he looks down, his hands are shaking asynchronously: one second molasses-slow, the next vibrating like angry hornets. not real, that's just perception: his brain running away from the impact of a high fall, making him feel ten, twenty, thirty feet higher than he really is. you're already on the ground, constantine. this is your body. move your hands. move your fucking hands.

words, then, since the carcass won't budge: anything marginally more useful and kinder than being rigid and silent to a revelation like that. ' your ss- sister. you ever find 'er? y'don't 'ave to, uh. answer that. '

[thehusbandoden]

I Love You- Bakugou x Reader

635 words

Hey sorry for the silence. I've been dealing with some stuff, but hopefully I'll be posting a more frequently soon. Oh, this is old writing so I can't guarantee the quality. 😅

Angst-fluff

Bakugou and you get into a nasty argument, and after realizing what hard time you were having Bakugou apologizes and makes it up to you.

You were having a terrible time. You dropped down to the fourteenth place, some extra getting ahead of you, your mom was nagging you about your husband "not being good enough", your brother tried to kill your husband for a fight you started, and one of your best friends started talking smack about you.

You and your husband Katsuki have been fighting constantly, just because he was extra irritated because he "wasn't good enough". Welp that helped your insecurities, your husband was currently the number five pro hero, and was quickly escalating, but it wasn't good enough for him.

You two got into a fight last night because you asked if he could cuddle and watch a movie. You were really, really upset and on verge of a breakdown. But your husband was stubborn, he kept on telling you that it was a "waste of time" and that he had to practice. You just quietly nodded, tears threatening to emerge, but you decided to wait for your husband to leave before you breakdown, he would just get irritated.

Things would've been fine if he stopped there. But no, he just had to nag that you never did the laundry today. You snapped. You defended your mistake, you were working full time, just like him. He jabbed that he was working longer, and harder, and that's why he was number five when you were number fourteen.

It broke your heart, you didn't need him to tell you that, you told yourself that daily. You broke then and there, and he left you. He yelled that he was going to Kirishima's because he couldn't deal with your shiz. (Yes I meant to write shiz.) You just sat there, crying on the floor, for hours.

You awoke to a warm hand rubbing your shoulder, shaking you gently. You blinked open your eyes to see Katsuki, his eyes soft and worried. You blinked slowly, about to wrap your arms around his neck, but then you remembered last night and you frowned. "S-sorry Katsuki... I'll get your breakfast..." You apologize, quickly sitting up to his disappointment.

"No. Don't worry about it. Instead tell me what the he-. What's wrong with you." Bakugo demanded, frowning at your exhausted form. "Umm..... I don't know what you're talking about..." You reply, not really wanting to be made fun of by your husband for your insecurities.

Katsuki just stared at you, and he didn't stop until you gave up. "Okay fine... I'll tell you." And so you did, Katsuki had picked you up and brought you to your shared bed and laid there with you, your head on his chest as he slowly pet your head.

You spilled everything, the stress of your mother -which he never knew about- your brother, your hero ranking, and finally how touch starved you were from his distance. Katsuki felt terrible. You were going through all of this, and all he did was whine about not progressing fast enough.

Biting his bottom lip he squeezed you tighter, moving your head up towards his. "I am so, so sorry. I should have never said those untrue words to you, no matter if you were feeling insecure or not. That was uncalled for, and childish. I am truly sorry. I love you." He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver.

Katsuki rarely apologized, he would ony do so if he felt like he did something wrong, and if he cared for the person greatly.

Katsuki giving you such a sincere apology was heart warming, so you just wrapped you arms around his neck and brought your nose to his, foreheads touching. "I forgive you, but only if you give me lots, and lots of cuddles!" You exclaim, kissing your husband's nose tenderly. He just smiled and squeezed you tighter.

Masterlist

Tips <3

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[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Drops this meme question turned serious convo between Alphonse and Boo and vanishes(tho I'll probably share more playlist ideas for my listener ocs)

"Hey, Boo. Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

"....but you're not a worm though—"

"I know, I know! Just a hypothetical question, ya know? Trendy stuf—"

"...you're a butterfly..."

"Huh?"

"You're something better than me; a worm...something beyond what I can do."

welp that escalated quickly-

[2kverrr]

KATE MARSH - Detention

LIFE IS STRANGE || Kate Marsh x Reader

No work ever was ever completed in Mr Stephenson's history class, it was just the right amount of assholes, elites, stoners and loners to create the least productive educational environment. It could be easily mistaken for a zoo, the commotion and clear predator and prey system and the rowdy ape-like behaviour demonstrated by the likes of Zach and Logan.

You're currently on the topic of the U2 Crisis, well you were a couple of weeks ago so you're not too sure if you'd moved on. The topic throughout the students today was the 'Stella going to prison' rumour, which you knew was complete bullshit but it was fun to listen in on.

You and Logan had been throwing a ball back and forth since the beginning of the lesson, from the front seats that face inwards all the way over to the back, where you sat. Next to Kate Marsh, your girlfriend of almost 10 months, nobody knew but the two of you and you both liked it that way.

"Stella's a free woman," Taylor yells as the dark-haired girl walks in and quickly takes her seat, "What were you in for?" The blond questions slyly, Victoria and Courtney peering over each shoulder.

"I've been ill." She responds briefly which immediately erupts yelps and screeches from the girls in a childish manner. Victoria unleashes her wrath on the poor girl, picking and poking at everything she says and does.

You glanced at Kate, her face a mask of uncomfortable interest as she listened to the escalating barrage of questions thrown at Stella. You recognise her discomfort, feeling sorry for both of the girls. 

So on a whim, you receive the ball, thrown over from Logan and quickly scan the room.

"Oi Vic!" You shout across the room through the muffled conversation before lobbing the ball straight at her head. You prayed your aim was good or else it'd be a lifetime of embarrassment, which in the end paid off. 

The ball, a well-worn tennis ball, whizzed through the air, a silent missile aimed at Victoria's unsuspecting head. A collective gasp rippled through the classroom as it met its target with a satisfying thud. Victoria, momentarily stunned, blinked in disbelief before her face contorted into a mask of fury, her piercing eyes locking onto yours.

But before she could make you pay hell, another thud was heard across the room, a bit further this time, with a more croaky welp. 

The rest of the class, including Victoria, seemed to hold their breath, waiting for the inevitable explosion. But you, encouraged by the sudden silence, held both of their gazes, your heart pounding in your chest, with a shocked open-moth smile plastered on your face.

A small giggle interrupts the devastating silence, and to everybody's surprise, it was Kate Marsh's.

Victoria felt as though the girl had punched her ego in the gut, "Kate Marsh!" She hisses, bitter and cruel.

"Who did this?" The short man yelled, his fists balled and face red, "Kate, this is your doing?"

She shook her head vigorously, her voice a small whisper, "I didn't... I didn't do anything." Her denial rang hollow despite her honesty, especially with the knowing look she cast in your direction. Victoria, her face radiating fury, swung around, her gaze sweeping across the room, landing on Logan, who was now carefully chewing on his pen, a mischievous glint in his eye. He, too, denied any involvement, albeit with less conviction, his face betraying any hint of amusement.

You decided before you get in trouble, you may as well make it somewhat amusing, "Victoria did it!" 

The tall girl's head snapped around quicker than I could finish saying her name, "No I didn't this is bullshit! She did it." 

"I second that," Courtney adds, desperate to get Victoria on her good side.

You show a faux concern, "Are you sure you didn't knock yourself a bit hard, Vic?" With a tilt of your head, patting your head.

"It was you!" She insists.

The rest of the class clearly want in on the drama and all begin blaming each other,  a whirlwind of denials and accusations swirling like a dust devil in the confined space. You watched with feigned innocence, enjoying the chaos you'd ignited. Logan, with his signature smirk, was the first to break, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he pointed a finger at Courtney, "It was you, Courtney! I saw you throw the ball!"

Courtney, caught off guard, sputtered, "What? No! I was just looking at my phone!" Her denial was weak, her flustered demeanour betraying her.

"Actually, I take it back. It was actually Juliet." You laugh, holding your stomach, while an enraged Victoria yells at you, unbothered whether you're actually listening. A stunned Juliet's head pricked up at the sound of her name.

"What? How am I involved in this-"

As the teacher, still fuming, struggled to regain control of the classroom, a wave of whispers broke out, speculating about the identity of the culprit. "ENOUGH!" The short man screamed, you were sure for a second you could see steam piping out of his ears.

He strikes a pointing finger in your direction, "You! Kate! Hour after school with me!"

Immediately a pang of guilt hits you like a clapper to morning bells, you slowly turn your head to a clearly distressed Kate, attempting an apologetic tight smile. Her eyes, wide and apprehensive, darted nervously between the irate teacher and the rest of the class, desperately seeking solace in the familiar faces that now seemed to hold a hint of judgment.

"I am so sor-" You slowly begin to whisper before being cut off.

"Get out of my sight!" Stephenson roared, his face flushed, veins pulsing on his forehead.

Kate was known throughout Blackwell for her spotless behaviour and high GPA, and she had told you before how important it was not only to her parents but also to herself, so you'd fucked up big time.

At this point you were halfway down the corridor, Kate tightly holding her books to her chest as you attempted to keep up with her swift pace, trying your hardest to apologise and comfort the girl. But she ignored you and carried on her walk to the dorms, you shortly following behind.

"Kate! It's fine, you know, I know, we all know I'm to blame, I can go tell him if you want." You try but she still doesn't even look your way. Now she'd slammed her door on you. You exhale deeply and rub your hand over your temples with closed eyes.

You: I know you probably don't want to hear from me, but I am really sorry. Like mega sorry.

You: Working on something at the moment, hope I can make it up to you.

You: Love you

You put down your phone and lay flat on your bed, workshopping anything that'd either get Kate out of detention or at least make her forget about it.

You could blackmail Stephenson, though you probably wouldn't get away with it.

You could tell Kate that it was cancelled. She wouldn't believe it mad at you or not.

Your time had run out and your free period was over, Kate's too. You knocked on her door again, but this time you didn't wait for a response. "Kate, it's me," you said. "I know you're mad, and I get it, but I just wanted to ask if you wanted to walk with me?." 

There was a brief pause before Kate responded and opened her door with shy eyes, "Okay," she said.

It was a slow walk and a silent one at that. Unusually uncomfy. And there he was, Stephenson, short and wide, sporting his small glasses with crossed arms.

"Sir, may I go to the toilet please?" A small voice questioned from your side, and with a nod of the teacher's head, Kate had left, leaving you one-to-one with the man and with a bit of time.

This was your chance. Trying to sound casual, you cleared your throat and said, "Mr. Stephenson, about earlier... I know I'm not the easiest student, but the incident earlier was completely my fault. Victoria was picking at Stella, Kate's friend - I didn't like it."

You watched Stephenson carefully, waiting for his reaction. He was a tough nut to crack, especially after the lesson prior, his expression impassive, but you sensed a flicker of something behind his eyes. "I understand you're trying to maintain order," you continued, "but on Kate's behalf, detention seems a bit harsh. Could we maybe… discuss other options? I can help out anywhere." You knew it was a long shot, but you had to try.

The short man sighed, adjusting his glasses, "Fine."

You could've done cartwheels of happiness on the spot but maintained your joy, "Grea-"

"I expect you for an hour after school this week, you'll be sorting out the History department cupboard," It didn't sound too bad when he said it, but after thinking for a moment, you realise that it must've been at least 12 years since somebody had dared to step into that pit.

As your girlfriend was approaching, Mr Stephenson dismissed you, "I'll let you off tonight, now go."

Kate's face was painted with confusion as you walked her way, "What're you doing?"

You take her hand with a smile, "No detention for you, thanks to yours dearly. Want to go out for tea?" You ask hopefully.

You saw a flicker of understanding dawn in her eyes, and a light blush crept up her cheeks. "You mean, because you...?" she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I pleaded your case?" You finished for her, a mischievous glint in your eye. "He was pretty grumpy, but I managed to convince him you were completely innocent." You chuckled, watching her reaction with amusement.

"You really did that for me?" She asked, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and gratitude.

"Of course," you replied, squeezing her hand. "You're worth it." The relief on her face was palpable, as was the gratitude in her eyes.

"Maybe not worth what I've got to do now, but-"

"Tea sounds perfect, my love." She agrees as you walk out of an empty Blackwell, leaning in and planting a soft kiss on your cheek.

[hikkokoro]

Uh oh. Welp hello Sun and Moon

|well that escalated quickly|

[orion-lacroix]

Incorrect quotes game

Thank you @halfbakedspuds I had so much fun doing this earlier today (so I have a lot and kept the best) and they fit so good it's really nice.

Rules: Use this quote generator

Since I have a lot I separated them in categories:

1) siblings things

Erik: I think this might be a bad idea...

Claude: don't start thinking on me now!

Atlas: everything will be ok. You can not stop it. Everything will be fine. You have no choice.

Ry: what the fuck kind of pep talk is that?

Atlas: ominous positivity

Erik: Hey Claude?

Claude: Yeah?

Erik: what's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false?

Claude:

Claude: ... what?

2) Found family, more like dysfunctional found family

Sean: How late were you up last night?

Atlas & Ry in tandem: Me?

Sean: No, not you two. You stay up all the time.

Sean, to Regan: You.

Sean, watching Atlas do something stupid: Regan you're officially only the second highest risk here.

Regan: Hell yeah! I'm gonna-

Sean: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

Regan: They made Atlas cry!

Sean: Atlas always cries!

Atlas:That's not true! *cries*

3) husbands things

Sean: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'm sorry)

Regan: what's that?

Sean: remorse code

Regan: I'm even angrier now.

Regan, to Sean: you wanna fight? All right, let's take this outside. The stars are so bright tonight and the moon looks so nice. Here, hold my hand-

Sean is cleaning the house and he find an empty bottle of orange juice

Sean: Clear orange juice?

Sean: Oh, it's empty.

Regan, who has been watching the entire time: I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot. I live with an idiot.

4) whatever Ry and Atlas have going on in their lives

Atlas: Ha! What are you gonna do? Stab me?

* Five minutes later *

Atlas, calling 911: HELP, IVE BEEN STABBED.

Atlas: there was a motor close to where I am now.

Atlas: A motor- a motorcycle?

Atlas: oh sorry, a murder.

Sean: that escalated quickly.

Ry: I can never give Regan shit because I'm jealous of him. He looks at his life and say "Sweet! This is perfect!"

Ry: I look at my life and say " Welp. Time to get drunk."

I'm gonna tag @thylocalbard but no pressure to do it.

[italianexotiicbeauty]

Mary acknowledged the fact that she and Jimmy were two different people — polar opposites really. Since day one. Which was probably strange given the fact they are both born in August, and it must be even stranger for a leo man to meet a leo female who is — for all intent and purposes, not like most. She was far more laid back, level-headed, consistently not wanting to be the center of attention either. She would've told Jimmy in her own time that she found him pretty — not because of her being laid-back though, she just had to have a level of comfortable-ness before letting something like that out.

She's fine right now with just being around them both — hell, his whole bloodline and just chillin' without a care in the world but …. Intimacy, on that level of allowing herself to be that vulnerable with someone? Took a little longer. Blinking for a moment, when he grinned especially — she absolutely realized she had confirmed what he had been told. Her skin tone made it hard to see but her cheeks had turned rosy pink, the heat she could feel in her face from being caught. " — W … ahem." She cleared her throat before speaking, "You do realize I follow you an'your twin on Twitter and Instagram right? What's that thing kids say now? Oh right — could've easily slid in the DMs."

And then her expression changed, to a more thoughtful one anyway and she looked around the bullpen for a moment. " — I think they're also a little starstruck, Jimmy. Not everyday a celebrity just walks in the doors of the station house to talk to one of their own, so if you end up getting asked for photos after? Don't be surprised." Mary didn't make it a habit EVER to flaunt her friendships with celebrities, that wasn't who she was and it made her skin crawl at the very thought. Like why would a good hearted person do that? "Observation room is open — this way." She's moving away from her desk to the open door that has OBSERVATION ROOM I labeled on the frosted glass. The door was closed behind him once he stepped inside of it, locked too so that no one could interrupt them.

" — I would've told you in my own time, but I imagine whichever brother told you felt it wasn't something that could wait long." Life was short, they were learning that more and more every day and every year. " — Being that … level of vulnerable with anyone takes time, cause it's another level of intimacy that goes beyond what we have currently." Not that she'd really mind going to that next level though.

@italianexotiicbeauty continued from here!

When his brother, (Jey of course) first told him about how he’d overheard what Mary had said, at first Jimmy thought his twin was just messing around with him, because his brother was known for pulling his leg about shit like this all the time. He didn’t believe it at first because he just didn’t think Mary of all people would find him attractive. Not to say he didn’t know how good he looked, because he was a confident man, and knew he looked good as hell, but the two of them were what one would definitely call complete opposites, so needless to say, this all had definitely taken him by surprise. 

It was a very welcome surprise, however, because Mary was a damn good looking woman, and who wouldn’t find themselves attracted to a police detective? Well, as long as he was staying out of trouble that is. Still, he had to find out if his brother was bullshitting him or not, which was why Jimmy had just flat out called Mary out on what he’d been told, and her reaction told him all he needed to know. She might have been trying to deny it, because maybe it wasn’t the best place to be asking her about this, in front of her coworkers, but where else was he supposed to ask her? She was a hard woman to track down, but her body language told him all he needed to know, Jey’s words were indeed true, and he couldn’t hide that cheeky grin that suddenly graced his features.

“My bad, my bad, mama, but you know, it’s not like I had your number or anythin, hint hint, so I could hit you up and see if these rumors were indeed true. Far be it from me to call you out in front of your peeps like this, but if you’d like to discuss this further in private, lead the way my dear.”

[sara-wishes]

And July. - 민기 - chapter 5: a good sister ☘️

☘️ Mingi x Female!Idol!Reader

☘️ warning for this chapter: suggestive jokes (?), alcohol mention, passing out is mentioned, past family trauma, things get serious.

☘️ now listening to: And July by HEIZE and DEAN

☘️ summary: When on her 4th comeback's backstage Y/N is unwillingly reunited with her brother, suddenly 8 boys are swept into her and her group mates' lifes. A tall boy in particular has taken a liking to Y/N and apparently, maybe... she feels the same?

a/n: welp, things escalated quickly 😗. sorry for the wait!! it feels great to have wifi again 😭

𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙑𝙄𝙊𝙐𝙎. ❀ 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 ❀ 𝙉𝙀𝙓𝙏.

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[inhabitantofdogfield]

welp that escalated quickly

[lurkingshan]

The Eighth Sense 5&6

Two of my meetings got canceled so I high-tailed it to Viki to watch this and OH MY GOD. If you have finished the episodes PLEASE COME TALK TO ME I AM LOSING IT. And if you haven’t yet get off tumblr unless you want to be mega spoiled.

- YES Ji Hyun and Ae Ri besties era has begun

- Yoon Won is such a nice senior but Ji Hyun and Jae Won totally had plans for a date, didn’t they

- Seeing Ji Hyun come into his confidence is so lovely

- Introvert/extrovert friendships are so funny, Ji Hyun looks at Ae Ri like she’s an alien

- Jae Won not wanting to waste his first call to Ji Hyun on a quick info exchange/errand is honestly very sweet

- Ack their cute little smiles after talking to each other

- Tae Hyung really has an inferiority complex about Jae Won, doesn’t he. And he just said Jae Won is “luckily” an only child, but we know he has (had?) a brother. Does Tae Hyung know that? Just trying to figure out if he’s a standard jerk or an unbelievable asshole of the highest magnitude.

- The instinctive thigh grab!! That just speaks volumes, doesn’t it.

- I am living for Ji Hyun and Ae Ri negging Tae Hyung. Yes, bully that man!

- Welp the angst has arrived. Ji Hyun is handling it admirably well so far.

- Anyone else noticing that the little brother kinda looks like Ji Hyun 😬

- His pain over Jae Jin seems very raw. I wonder how recently he lost him.

- Ah he feels responsible. And his dad is “aggressive.” I hate this.

- Ji Hyun is Jae Won’s place to rest 😭

- Jae Won attempting to get a larger volume of pills makes me very nervous. As does his affect in this car ride.

- What are folks making of this bright light and soft focus filter at the start of episode 6? I thought it was meant to convey something about Jae Won’s state of mind, but it’s present even in the scenes he’s not in.

- And what’s with this light-hearted music? What is happening. Is this a dream or something?

- Jae Won corrected the guy in the store that he’s with a boyfriend, where Ji Hyun didn’t. And store guy recommend a trot mix for a gf and fireworks for a bf.

- Okay this must be some kind of altered state we’re in with Jae Won. Everything about this is out of step with the rest of the series - the lighting, the music, the tone. And Ji Hyun keeps trying to get him to open up, which is maybe something Jae Won wants.

- Ji Hyun has water trauma from childhood and braved going back into the ocean for the first time just so he could connect with Jae Won.

- Jae Won, where are you going with this Ae Ri stuff? He seems like he’s kinda teasing, kinda sincerely jealous, kinda flirting with that self-destructive thing of pushing your loved on toward another.

- Even this night scene is brightly lit. And Jae Won just magically pulled a pair of hiking boots out of his little cart. I don’t know, this just doesn’t feel real.

- Yes Ji Hyun why do you suddenly have all this camping gear?? Even the characters know something is off.

- Ji Hyun is the same age Jae Jin would have been…

- Jae Won wants to be asked about his brother and is also unable to talk much about it. Which is striking ten years after the loss.

- And now this sleeping scene feels more like the show we know again.

- And we’re right back to the dreamy overexposed light in the morning.

- The physical intimacy escalated quickly! I didn’t expect high heat in this show.

- Omg. Was this a memory instead of a dream?? Or is it a fantasy version of this day in Jae Won’s head? I knew something was off. I’m losing it, y’all.

[atlantis-just-drowned]

My ass is full of homosexual cocks.

My brain is full of homosexual thoughts.