#i severely miscalculated is what im saying

[yuliangs]

I am receiving reports that the show was only 2 hours long. I was under the impression it would be 3 hours just like the concerts from December but apparently those were supposed to be only 2 hours long. onewe just went 50 minutes past the original run time

[l-na]

i have made a severe miscalculation when saying bears without clarification of what i meant. that said i now have the beautiful image in my head of a bear and a butch wrestling and im gonna mfnfnfghb/??;:;@$%&*!$%#

thinking you can fight a bear is humilating, ridiculous, and stupid, unless youre butch, in that case that grizzly bear wont stand a fucking chance

[seperent]

I‘m having “azula is banished and mai and ty lee leave with her“ brainrot for the last few weeks so now y’all have to deal with too. but??? the potential it has???

• let’s say things are kinda very different and somehow, it’s Azula who has to fight the general in a Agni Kai, and she’s ready to — but when she sees that it‘s Ozai she has to fight, she doesn’t do it too. Because that’s what she was taught her whole life — Ozai is her one and only superior. And she is scared of him. So she miscalculates and thinks that‘s what expected of her — she bows. And that’s when shit officially goes down.

• and later that night — her last night in the palace, Azula is laying in her room and she has a big burn on her neck, going all the way up to her chin. She can’t sleep because it hurts, and she’s very exhausted, but her mind doesn’t let her. And she is still trying to breathe normally because it hard to with her neck damaged.

(and she’s crying bc she doesnt know where she’ll go and her neck hurts as fuck)

• so that’s the moment when Mai and Ty Lee sneak in? and Azula immediately thinks that someone coming to finish her, because the whole court knows she’s weak — but she can even rise from her bed because of the injury, so she tries to breathe fire. Which is not something you should do with a burned throat. so it hurts even worse, and she feels absolutely helpless, and then sees that it’s Mai and Ty Lee who came to finish her, so she starts straight up hysterically sobbing.

• and then it’s just Mai and Ty Lee trying to explain to her that they did not actually came to kill her? Like very softly.

so they stay with Azula for the night because there actually can be people who can try and use Azula’s injury. So they all are laying in Azula’s bed trying to understand what they are going to do next, because Mai and Ty Lee are insisting on going with her, and Azula has this whole “ you can’t go with me i have nowhere to go” fit, because they all understand it’s impossible to find the Avatar. and it’s all very soft because they are babies and fall asleep all curled up, and Azula keeps crying in her sleep because her neck hurts under the bandages.

• they stay on the ship with Iroh exactly until Azula’s neck heals, and that‘s when they steal some ship from the colonies and leave. the ship still has the team on it and azula has the nerve to announce to them that she bought the ship and that means they are working for her now.

• Azula has a very raspy voice because her vocal chords were severely damaged. • Ty Lee has a little plant collection in their cabin which Mai secretly enjoys a lot taking care of.

• and now because Mai is not suppressed by her parents anymore, she starts drawing a lot

• and they are still babies and very young, but also very in love even though they don’t really realise it? but they are like super close and uh

• and then the avatar awakes.

(if im ever going to write it that will be really nice...)

(wrote it !!!!!!!!)

[thedancefloorsilly]

heyyy i'm glad you're back!! i hope school and everything is going ok for you :) i totally get it needing to take a break from stuff <3

i was wondering if i could request machi stitching up s/o with nen after getting seriously injured and how she would react? thanks againnnn <3

Machi Stitching Up Her Badly Injured S/o 

Heyy!! aww tysm :D school is getting a little better, I finished some major projects due AND I literally managed to do a 7 page science packet without procrastinating ?? im proud hehe. and YESS ofc more machi reqs yay !! have a great day anon <33

- For the past few weeks, you had been fighting at Heaven’s Arena to try and test your fighting skill. Unfortunately though, you had severely underestimated your opponents, and with that you were left BADLY injured from your miscalculations. So bad that you even blacked out.

- Unebknowest to you, Machi was actually watching from the crowd the whole, and witnessed the whole thing. Once she saw that you were being taken away by the medics, she immediately rushed to them to let her handle everything (though they were a little confused, but the cold expression Machi gave made them not want to mess with her, so they gave you to her to take care of it).

- So when you finally woke up, you felt yourself laying in a comfy bed (which turned out to be your room in Heaven’s Arena) instead of in the hospital, and in the corner of your eye you saw Machi waiting next to you. 

- Once she noticed that you were finally up, ohhh did she look mad, which was.. confusing? Did something happen to make her seem this way (and besides, why would she be mad at you if you were injured?). 

- She then firmly grabbed on of your arms to start with the stitching, but all without saying a word. Her movements were harsh and tense, not seeming to acknowledge the fact that you were injured. Machi’s demeanor right now felt very off, so you asked her what was wrong. 

- Well, she wasn’t hesitant to express her feelings with you. She did sound angry per se, but it sounded more like she was upset mixed with.. disappointment? It was hard to dissect how she was truly feeling at this moment. 

- Machi went on and on about how you should’ve approached this fight, how you could’ve evaded their attacks, and overall, how you should’ve planned this out more!!  

- Once she was done with her whole speech, Machi looked down at you once again to gaze at all of your injuries. At that moment, you then witnessed how her eyes softened while she was looking at you. Even though it might’ve seemed like she was mad, it came from a place of genuine worry about someone she deeply cared about.

- Machi loves you so much, and she couldn’t bare watching that whole fight with you getting beaten up like that. She then apologized for how she worded things if it made it seem like she was mad at you. That’s when Machi eased up on her tone, and expressed how she truly felt from the fight. Machi wouldn’t know how she’d handled yourself if something really bad happened to you.

- Seeing how that battle made your girlfriend worry so much, you assured her that next time you’ll try and plan things out better, and especially start training a little harder so something like this doesn’t happen again. Machi was pleased to hear that given by her small smile, then continued on with healing you. 

- Of course, it only took a short while for Machi to fully stitch you up, but the whole time you were mesmerized by her ability! It was always so amusing to see how fast she worked. After that, she proudly showed that her work was done. As you were admiring how fast she mended your injuries, Machi asked you for one small thing.

- “_____, promise me that something like this won’t happen again,” she asked. With that stern tone and the serious look in her eyes, you could tell that Machi expected you to say ‘yes’. 

- You gazed back into her eyes and said, “I promise,” as you reassured with a nod. Once she heard those words, a small smile fixed upon your girlfriend’s. 

- “I love you a lot, _____” was the last thing Machi said as she leaned down and planted a small kiss on your forehead, all while lying next to you on your bed to keep you company.

[flameohotwife]

18 for fluff prompts!!!

18. “you come here often?” “Well considering I work here, yes.” From this prompt list.

Rated T-ish. 1.2k words.

Aang stumbled into the clinic. He was covered in blood, holding a torn piece of robes to a wound on the back of his head, and being supported by a few Republic City residents.

“Tui and La, what happened?!” demanded the woman behind the desk as she scurried out to help him back to a room with an examination table. Her dark hair was peppered with white and her loopies flew around her as she gathered the necessary supplies.

“He was holdin’ up a bridge that collapsed with some kids crossin’ it. They just made it over when some rocks came down the mountain and caught ‘im in the head,” explained an older gentleman who was missing several of his front teeth. He held his hand next to his mouth in an effort to prevent the Avatar from hearing what he said next. “Passed out a minute. Not sure he knows entirely who he is right now…”

“Okay, thank you, sir,” the woman replied, taking the man’s hand and squeezing it gratefully. “I’ll take it from here.” The villagers slowly filed out of the clinic, confidently leaving the Avatar in the care of the great Master Katara.

“You’re getting too old for this, Sweetie,” she mumbled as she took the cloth from his hand to examine his head, wincing as she saw how bad it was. She could already tell there would be some fractures to heal, and that he had indeed suffered a concussion.

“You’re pretty,” Aang uttered, wobbling slightly as he sat on the table. “You come here often?”

“Well considering I work here, yes.” Katara bit back a smile as she worked. She knew from unfortunately frequent experience with Aang’s concussions that he always got extra flirtatious with her in this state, but he had never acted this way in the few times other healers had treated him. He always seemed to know—even when he was as addled as he was—who held his heart. “But right now you need to lay on your front and let me heal your head.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, a little too eagerly. He almost fell off the table as he tried to add a little airbending flourish to his movements, grossly miscalculating the distance and angle he needed to move his body properly onto the flat surface. Katara couldn’t help the giggle that escaped at his antics. Even well into his fifties and without knowing who she was, he still felt the need to show off for her.

“Easy, there, Avatar,” she chided. “You have quite the injury.”

“Sorry… What was your name?”

She grinned freely now that he couldn’t see her face. “Master Katara,” she responded, taking great effort to keep her voice even. She knew what he was going to say next before he even opened his mouth. He said it every time.

“Master Katara… Katara… Wow,” he sighed. “Your name is almost as beautiful as you!”

She slowly moved the water over his injury, hearing him sigh and gasp at different intervals as things healed or tightened. “Are you always such a flirt, Avatar?”

“I… Uh… I’m sorry…” he stammered. She could see the blush spreading down his neck. “I’m definitely not usually a ‘flirt.’ I don’t know what came over me…”

“Hmmmm,” she hummed in response. “Must be the head injury, then.” She worked carefully, making sure not to re-open old wounds as she went. The benefit to being the Avatar’s wife and primary healer was that she knew the location and severity of every injury he’d ever sustained in the last four decades. By this point in her life she’d assumed seeing her husband bloody but alive wouldn’t scare her nearly as much as it did, but despite the fact that she’d been able to get her hands to stop shaking so that she could work, her heart was still pounding.

Finally she was nearly done with his head, and her heartbeat slowly returned to normal. “I’ll have you know your flirting paid off, Avatar,” she joked, trying to lighten the mood.

“What do you mean?”

“We’re married.”

He tried to get up and look at her but she gently shoved him back down. “Married?! Noooo. I would remember marrying someone as amazing as you.” He paused a moment, enjoying the feel of her hands healing his wounds. “Your hands are magical.”

“Ha! Yes, they are, aren’t they? Don’t worry, you’ll remember,” she grinned. With as many times as she’d done this over the years, she knew he was moments away from revelation. The bone on the back of his skull was good as new, and she was just finishing up with the swelling underneath that was causing the memory loss.

“Remember… remember… Oh, no not again.”

“Welcome back, Sweetie.” Katara crouched down beside the table to look into his grey eyes, lined as they were with wrinkles but still just as bright as the day she’d broken him out of the iceberg. She checked to make sure his pupil dilation was back to normal before placing a soft kiss on his dry lips. “I already told you but I know you don’t remember; you really are getting too old for this.”

“Nonsense,” Aang waved her off, trying again to sit up.

“Not so fast,” Katara scolded, helping him move slowly. “You’re still really hurt. I healed the concussion and the fracture but there’s still work to do.” She resumed her healing position, looking for any more cuts and scrapes and internal bleeding.

“I don’t know how many times I can knit your skull back together, Sweetie,” she said sometime later, when she was sure she’d gotten the worst of it. “You’re not young anymore.”

“I know. Thank you, Katara.” He reached out his hand and she took it gratefully.

“Come on,” she said, pulling him to his feet. “You’re still covered in blood. Want to try out the new water-showers Sokka installed in here for the patients?”

“Hmmmm, I don’t know,” he thought for a moment before smiling deviously, pulling her close to him. “I might still be a little wobbly. I probably need you to come with me if I do anything like that. You know, so I don’t fall down and hit my head again.” He ran his hands down her curves and leaned down to kiss her neck.

“Aang,” Katara laughed. “I’m working!”

“So work,” he insisted, pulling her into the attached bathroom. “Keep your patient from further injury as he bathes.” He shut the door behind them. “Don’t let me stop you.” He undid the ties on the front of her dress before she could even think to protest.

“I love you,” she said, before leaning up to kiss his pulse-point, feeling how he was still alive—still here, and falling further into the trap he’d set. She felt his body respond, and pushed his bloody robes from his shoulders, pulling the lever that sent hot water through the pipes. As it began coursing through the shower head, she appreciated that Aang still had so much life coursing through him. That after every brush with death he’d had that set her heart into a panic, he always reassured her with his touch; his love.

“I love you, too,” he sighed, pulling her fully under the water with him and capturing her lips with his once more.

They stole those moments for themselves, to remember that while life is sacred, life is fleeting. That life is worth living, especially with the one you love. And if the other healers heard giggles and… other sounds… coming from the shower that day, nobody ever mentioned it.

[actualbird]

I just read the prompt fill and as always, you knocked it out of the park, Zak! THE ANGST!!! Chef's kiss! I seriously just want to key smash and call it a day. The MarLuke prompt has me in a chokehold and what if I said I have a few more ideas and/or continuation of the prompt, would you be okay in hearing them out? (actually no promises if I will actually write anything, can't force the brain to work if it doesn't want to 😅). ((I'm asking just because I don't want to make it seem like I'm taking your work)).

• Luke and Marius both have to go to a NNX meeting the next day and everyone is of course !? When they see that Luke is sporting a cast for his broken nose and Marius obviously has a black eye that he tried to cover up with make-up or maybe something is off with the make-up, like it gets smudged or just looks weird around the eye area. (I headcanon that Marius wears make-up every day because God forbid, people see that he's not perfect).

• It's such a huge elephant in the room that no one wants to address and the other members clearly see that Luke and Marius aren't as friendly with each other as they usually are!

• Vyn knows/knew of Marius' crush because of course he noticed and then relentlessly teased Marius about it which of course, Marius denied every time but like... He literally turns into a tomato when Luke compliments him so... Marius is a fucking idiot. Vyn was the one who encouraged Marius to confess to Luke because he also knows that Luke likes Marius so when a few days later they come into the meeting without saying at least "hi" to each other... Vyn is very surprised, because they clearly like each other! So Vyn does what he does best, he asks them this:

And that's it! I know I said I should ask first before writing this but I couldn't contain myself! I'm sorry. I have a continuation in mind if you would be okay in hearing it out?

I was not having a good day so reading all that angst make my day so much better, go figures! And again, thank you for your incredible writing! ♥️❤️♥️

🌺

hi, hibiscus!!! ヾ（〃＾∇＾）ﾉ♪

first off, im SO GLAD u enjoyed the fuck marius von hagen in particular angst bonanza!!! writing it was so much fun!!!

second off, no need for any apologies!!! i totes understand getting VERY excited and making stuff and asking for permish only after some stuff has been made already, like ive been there KBKSJFG. im very very glad you did come back to ask though, so to answer ur q:

you are very welcome to write a continuation or ideas that build off of the marluke bit in there!! im deffo open and happy to hear about it and im even alright with you posting it yourself, so long as where you post it (tumblr, ao3, etc.,), theres a link in there back to my post as a little credit/citation.

(sidenote: i may have to make a faq for ppl who want to write stuff based off of my stuff. my ao3 profile has a fic faq containing permission guidelines but that only applies to my ao3 fic. ive been getting several dms/replies/asks inquiring on writing based off the tot content ive made that is only on this blog. hm, i'll find a time to write a little post on that, best to keep things clear so theres less back and forth HAHA)

third off, HOLY MOLY.....YOUR IDEAS.....can u believe i wrote all that angst and did not at any point wonder at all about the aftermath. god oh my god yes. luke almost never gets injured because hes too well trained for anybody to land a hit so him looking like that...and marius looking like that.....DELICIOUS!! THE TENSION!!! and ooooohhh vyn vyn vyn you may have miscalculated here. just because luke reciprocates doesnt mean he'll ACCEPT love towards himself. this is so scrumptious....

fourth off, dont think it has escaped my attention that just a few days ago you had said "marius is my least favorite nxx boy" and now ur here like "I Wish To Write MarLuke" i am IMMENSELY PLEASED BY THIS DEVELOPMENT!!!

and fifth, im very sorry you had a not good day :(((( im glad that my writing helped make a bad day a little less sucky and i very much hope your coming days are kinder and better to you!!

[contaiinedarmageddon2]

Another day in another timeline Sollux had a different Aradia over. Not only was she quite tall, over ten feet plus her horns, but she was, as she likes to say, a proud fat nerd. And like any respectable nerd she was camped infront of the tv laying on her rug covering gut as she played his game grubs. Her even larger ass rising above her, the immense grey boulders taller than troll completely engulfing her underwear, while her pitiful excuse for a skirt was bunched up on her back

"Sollux! Im horny, come fuck my ass!"

"You're always horny, you get caught in doors almost as much as tv does! Anyways what do I look like, a bang maid?"

"No, but only because you won't wear the outfit. 0n0 Besides its not like your doing anything other than jerk off your diffidence excretor!"

"It's your outfit! If you won't why should I? Anyways I'll have you know I'm up to your spheres in a project right now, try a little patience."

Aradia grunts and just psionically pulls Sollux over, monitor tower and all, which is easier than it sounds considering Sollux is only several inches tall. Taking off his pants she psionically caresses his bulge, electric sparks of pleasure zapping along its expanding length, getting the monster length worked up and hard. His hardware was plopped atop her twin moons, in easy reach, while he was pressed into her deep crack, already troll devouring in size to normal trolls to Sollux it was if the ground itself split apart and beneath it was ass.

And for good measure she also freezes his arms until he gets to work.

((Decent sized prompt below the cut, nsfw))

Most nights, this would’ve been a perfect scenario for Sollux. An Aradia chatting him up trying to get into his game grub collection? Could hardly tell her no. Unfortunately, two miscalculations followed. One, attempting to set a specific date with a Time player juggling a limitless amount of different dates all at once instead of just saying the night you were going to be busy. Two, that rather than patience she would have a libido as big as her ass. As his slightly over half a foot frame was yanked airborne, all he could think was that if he missed this deadline she owed him a rewind.

Where she learned to do it was a mystery to him, but it was hard to cross your arms and scowl when someone is practically vibrating your dick. Sollux closed his eyes and took steady breaths, trying not to think about her biting her full lips as a blush crept across her face at the feel of her mental constructs wrapped around his monstrously disproportionate shaft... Dammit he was failing miserably. At least there was no Serket around to make quips about him being 8″ 8′

Sollux opened his eyes only to briefly see the great cleft in the vast moonscape reaching out to welcome him, before darkness once again as he crashed down into their gelatinous embrace. Without his arms to brace with, rather than settle onto or slightly wedge at the top of the crack like his computer had, the weight of his prodigious endowment given momentum by Aradia herself dragged him downward into the cleft. Eventually the way each fat cheek rested against the other created enough resistance to stop his descent, helped by his rapidly hardening bulge touching down against her backside deep below.

For Aradia this was enough to draw a small pleased sigh. Sure she had toys, but she couldn’t even fully reach back there without her psionics! This was real, and she planned to savor the feel of every inch of it pressing back against her elephantine cheeks and twitching with vitality... Or maybe that twitching was Sollux struggling not to be further consumed. Aradia might’ve forgotten he’d probably need leverage to get much done even if his dick had agreed to her demands. She gave a quiet apology and freed his arms, feeling his hands gripping her as the yellowblood pulled himself back up. Maybe some other time she’d like to feel the rush of silencing Sollux’s griping by stuffing him nice and deep between her pride and joy, but for now Aradia wanted them both to relax and both to enjoy each other.

Back on top Mt. Megido peaks and unaware what the future may have in store, Sollux was back into the light and holding onto his computer almost like a life preserver. As if to further add to the analogy he heard Aradia give a smug little laugh and begin slowly tilting from side to side. It took a few seconds for the effects to even reach Sollux on top as he was, but the world became a tilting theme park ride as Aradia’s ass began wobbling and pitching from side to side. Sollux had to keep hold of his electronics to keep them from flying off but was himself anchored firmly in place. Said anchor was being squeezed and kneaded by the shifting walls of Megido meat as she toyed with him.

“Enough stalling Captor! I can still play if I’m on top you know.”

He could almost hear the damn emoticon. Fine, he wasn’t getting out of this any other way, sometimes you just have to fuck a time goddess. Braced (and occasionally even able to type on) against his computer and thoroughly hotdogged to hardness Sollux found his mark and started to push. Despite eagerness and countless toys training it, the greedy rustblood’s pucker still gave some resistance to her newest toy’s first thrusts. At last being filled how she’d craved, Aradia let out a moan of both relief and pure lust.

Each thrust took the yellowblood a little deeper. The soft, squeezing canyon of her asscheeks traded for the incredible tightness inside her. Practicality kept him from slamming his hips with reckless abandon. If he put too much into it he might start sinking into that vast ocean of soft grey, plus he might be giving into to both of their base desires here but he still had to try and not lose completely. Still the size of the cock steadily plowing into her transferred a great deal of force no matter how casual the strokes were. Laying atop the pudgy cushioning of her own belly, Aradia slowly started to slide back and forth with each pounding movement. This rhythm helped force even more of her partner’s impossible shaft deeper into her while she panted and bit her lip, now having to try and force her attention back to her own gaming.

So the two continued into the night, casually competing to see who could force the other to give up on their secondary pursuit. Sollux occasionally wondered if he had seen the moon move past his window more than once. Aradia gave her ass a psionic slap powerful enough to set it jiggling for the next few minutes if she caught him slowing down to think instead of fucking her.

[jimio-nnie]

Hush, baby. [Taehyung x reader]

Word Count: 2.8k+ Rating: NSFW Genre: Smut Warnings: Vaginal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Exhibitionism, Basically a naughty backseat fuck. Pairings: Kim Taehyung x Reader Summary: You’re a new staff at BigHit entertainment and it will be your first time in participating in their photoshoot as a makeup artist. What happened if you got left behind by your seniors and unknowingly ended up sitting in the same van as BTS; more specifically on your celebrity-crush’s laps? It wouldn’t take long until the friction against his crotch peaked your arousal.

You’re helping the other staffs pile in their camera equipment into the back of the staff’s van since you’ve already stuffed your bag pack in the boot earlier before.As a new makeup artist trainee, it was only basic courtesy for you to help out your seniors. 

The staff along with BTS members are going to attend another night photo shoot for their new upcoming album and your heart is leaping with joy and excitement from the thought of working together for the first time with the boys.

“Ah, I forgot another bag I’m supposed to bring…” 

you heard your senior murmured to another staff whilst wiping away the droplets of sweat off his forehead with a sigh. You smiled softly and patted his shoulder gently, knowing he’s tired from carrying the heavy photographing equipment.

“Its alright, oppa. Ill take it for you in a sec!” 

you beamed, flashing him a smile that made some of the other staff laugh along at your senior’s flabbergasted face when he tried to stop you but you’re already skipping your way inside the building.

“Aish.. y/n, that girl is such a help.” he huffed and proceeded on loading in other stuffs into the boot. Meanwhile, you were totally clueless when you’ve reached the staff’s room. 

Smacking your forehead at your own carelessness to not ask your seniors regarding the details of the bag you’re supposed to retrieve, you looked around the room absent-mindedly. It has been fifteen minutes and you could almost hear your heart pounding in your chest as you panicked, besides you didn’t want to slow down everybody and delay the photo shoot.

Just as you’re digging into your pocket for your phone, you heard the doorknob buckled, signing that someone’s about to enter. With a grin on your face, you ran infront of the door, expecting to be greeted by your senior who would tell you off for being slow-- but you know he had a soft spot for your every single time you flash him a smile.

He’d often say that you reminded him of his little sister and a head pat would always follow afterwards, making you hum, pleased of the feeling of acceptance.

To your surprise, the person who peeked into the room was not your senior but one of BTS member. And at that case, it was Taehyung, someone you had a huge crush on--- which actually brought you down to your knees when you first received a letter that your job application has been accepted by BigHit. 

Your mouth gaped open when you saw him because you didn’t expect that would would even meet any of BTS member upfront this close so early.

 “Ah I thought Jimin was hiding in here somewhere. We couldn’t find him and we are already about to take our leave.” he explained before taking a step back and opening the door further to take a better look towards you.

With your mind still blank, you shook your head frantically, signing that Jimin wasn’t indeed in the particular room you’re in.

“Are you a new staff? I’ve never seen you before,” he took a step closer, his taller figure looming over yours. You only managed to nod several times, hands clutching against your chest as if to prevent a cardiac arrest to occur. You could’ve sworn that he can hear your heart violently pounding against your ribcage.

With a low chuckle, he lowered his body so that he could look into your eyes and you felt his index finger gently pushing your chin upwards so that your gaping mouth is closed.

“There, I’m afraid you’d catch flies with that pretty mouth,” He almost whispered and you swooned at the close proximity between the both of you. You weren’t sure whether it was just your imagination and admiration for him exaggerating the whole situation but you could almost feel his warmth breath against your lips.

“T-t-thank you, sir” you stammered, not certain of what you should call him by. Standing tall again, he winked down towards you before replying.

“It’s alright, you can just call me V. And what’s your name?”

  Oh. My. God.

  Hearing his rich, deep chuckle was already enough to send your knees buckling to the floor and you wouldn’t even want to know what would happen if your name slip across his lips.

“Hyuuunnggggg come on! We’re latee!” Jimin’s whine resounded from afar and before you could even tell him your name, Taehyung was dragged away by Jimin and you were sure your heart dropped to the floor.

It was when your phone vibrated that you realized what you came into the staff room for. You took out your phone and panicked when it was your senior who called, immediately picking up and bracing yourself for the scolding.

“Oppa im--” before you could even apologize, he interjected right afterwards.

 “y/n? We already made our way to the shooting site. And I forgot that I already took that bag so I’m reaallyy sorry. I promise I’d treat you to a dinner today!” He explained himself in one breath and a sense of relief filled you after knowing he wasn’t mad at you. But your eyebrows furrowed a few seconds afterwards after digesting his sentence.

“W-what? You’re already on your way there? What about me?” You paced back and forth across the room, not knowing what to do. You couldn’t even take a cab there as your purse was also in the staff’s van.

“It’s alright! We went first without you because the van was packed and there’s no more seat and we also had to set up the place earlier. It’s alright though, ive informed the manager and he said there might be an available seat in the boys’ van.”

Your mouth was left hanging open at the thought of taking the same vehicle as the BTS members and you couldn’t even focus at what your senior was talking about afterwards.

 You were sure your heart just burst.

Making your way out of the building and not wasting any more time, you easily recognize the black van you would be boarding with them.

“Get in,” you heard the BTS manager’s voice as the boys slowly get into the van. As you approached him, he glanced over his shoulder towards you before flashing you a smile.

“I’ve been informed that you’d be joining us today! Please get in too” he put his hand gently on your back, urging your freezing form to enter the van as you’re visibly panicking by the thought of seeing Taehyung again.

“Um.. where am I sitting though--” you mumbled as you scanned the packed van, your body was already halfway in. The manager peeked into the van and scratched his neck nervously, obviously not expecting this situation. He was sure that there would be at least one available space and soon realized that he had miscalculated.

 He didn’t count himself in earlier.

 You still could not believe the situation you’re in, awkwardly sitting on someone’s lap in the very back of the van with equipment and clothes at your side. Going completely stone-like on Taehyung’s lap, you looked over the front row where Hoseok and Jimin were laughing at something Jin had said. 

In front of you, Yoongi had earbuds stuffing his ears and Namjoon was silently talking to Jungkook, probably regarding their upcoming photo shoot. To your realization, everyone was holding something over their laps in the packed vehicle and your face reddened once again at the thought of who you’re sitting on.

“Are you alright back there? This is what happens when our manager rent a van for a last minute schedule.” Jin joked which sent the whole van laughing and you could feel Taehyung’s chest vibrating with a chuckle right behind you.

After a few minutes, you could feel hands on your shoulders, pulling you backwards towards Taehyung’s sturdy chest.

 “I noticed that you’ve been sitting up straight for quite a long time and it must have hurt your back.” He murmured and you looked over your shoulder towards him to see him smiling warmly.

 “S-sorry I must be heavy and this whole situation must have made you uncomfortable--” you rambled but was cut off by him halfway through.

“Hey, hey, its alright. You’re not heavy and all and besides, you’re working hard with the other staffs for us. This is the least I could do.” He hummed and you almost choked at how genuine and considerate he sounded.

You mumbled out a thanks and he only nodded, throwing his gaze out of the window afterwards so you wouldn’t feel too awkward as you leaned back towards him.

“Hang on,” 

the driver warned and before you could even braced yourself for what’s coming next, the van hit a bump on the road, sending your head bumping onto the ceiling. Your bottom that was partially lifted from Taehyung’s lap landed back down right across his crotch.

 The murmurs of amusement for those who were obviously enjoying the ride so far silenced Taehyung’s gasp from behind you as you’re also busy whining to yourself and rubbing over the sore spot on your head which hit the ceiling. 

He shifted a little, looking over towards you discreetly under his long lashes and sighed quietly when he realized that you didn’t notice.

Relaxing back your tensed body, you leaned back against him, repositioning yourself comfortably. What you didn’t realized was that the friction you’ve put against his crotch was sending his blood rushing over that area and he couldn’t act fast enough to muffle his groan.

Thinking that he must have been bothered from the bumpy ride earlier, you apologized to him, trying to twist your body backwards to look at him which sent his head stretching backwards and leaning onto the seat from the pleasure, his throat exposed. The pressure was already too much and your twisting and turning added more to the growing arousal washing over him.

 “I-its alright. W..What’s your name again?” 

He lifted his head to look at you and acted normal, trying to distract himself by making a conversation.

“My name is y/n. Its honestly an honor to meet you.” 

You answered, not missing the piercing look in his eyes as he kept his gaze on you.

“I see, y/n..” He repeated, testing your name on his lips and he couldn’t help that his voice dropped a few octaves lower which abruptly sent your pussy clenching. His deep voice was so close to you, right behind your right ear and he didn’t miss the shudder that ran up your spine.

 Each bump and turns made him squirm more and he tried to focus on something else to avoid thinking about the growing boner in his pants. With every few seconds, he’d look at you nervously to see if you’d noticed and he was sure that by this time it was hard not to.

What he didn’t know was that with each bump, you could feel his hardness rubbed against your core, and even though you tried to control yourself, it was getting you wet. 

You considered adjusting where you was sitting, but was worried it would embarrass him if you let on that you could feel his erection. So instead, you tried to control your bouncing by pressing your hands down on the seatback in front of you.

“There’s a big bump coming upfront.”

the driver warned again, and by reflex, you placed your hands on the ceiling to avoid yourself from lifting up and bumping your head again. As your pushed onto the ceiling, you were unconsciously placing your weight to sink more into Taehyung’s lap.

With your eyes still focusing forward, you could hear his sharp intake of breath and you didn’t expect the words that followed next.

 “Fuck, y/n…” he breathed out almost silently and you were sure he thought you couldn’t hear him.

“J-jimin, how much longer until we arrive there?” His voice resounded past your right ear and you tightened your thighs.

“About an hour I guess” he answered and Taehyung tensed up behind your, his erection prodding against your wetness and you whimpered softly. Namjoon glanced back towards you and murmured, “Just hang in there alright?”

You returned his kind gaze with a small smile and nodded. “Im alright,” you answered and just when he turned his head the other way, Taehyung’s hands slithered over your thighs, resting there in the most sensual way you could’ve ever imagined.

 ‘Ah fuck it’ Taehyung thought to himself, perfectly aware that you must have felt his erection from underneath you already.

“Lean on me.” He breathed on your neck and you quivered on his lap at how it sounded like a command and you quickly obeyed, clamping down on your lips in fear you’d let out a whimper from the friction against your wetness.

He left slow open-mouthed kisses alongside your neck and you were so glad that it was too dark outside for any of the members inside the van to notice. You unconsciously grinded down against him as he gently sucked and nibbled at the skin in between your shoulder and neck, careful not to leave a mark.

“Ah-- mmm stop…” you raised a hand to hold his face still and he roughly grabbed onto the bare flesh of your thigh, your knee-length skirt already hitched up.

 “Stop what?” he whispered into your ear, teasingly blowing hot air into it and leaving a wet strip of saliva along your earshell. His deep voice almost caused you to let out a moan and god, you’ve never wanted someone so badly before.

“Hey, you guys alright back there?” the manager asked and Taehyung was quick to detach his lips off your skin before replying.

“Yeah we’re good. Aren’t we, y/n?” You could feel the smirk in his sentence as he slipped his left hand underneath your skirt, running his index finger tenderly along your clothed wet slit.

With both of your hands desperately clenching the cloth of our skirt into a bunch in order to hold back a moan, you raised your head and realized that everyone was looking your way when you didn’t provide them with an answer.

“Im o-- ah! Okay.. Im alright-” You yelped in between your sentence as Taehyung lazily rubbed a circle against your clit, taking advantage of you in this moment and teasing you.

  That asshole knew what he’s doing.

  “Are you sure?” Jimin, being the kind person he is, was concerned when you let out a soft yelp. Slightly shifting your position as a sign for Taehyung to stop his assault on you, you nodded.

“It was just, my head suddenly hurts from bumping onto the ceiling earlier, thats--” You couldn’t finish your sentence as the ruthless man behind you slipped his hand into your underwear and pinched your clit in between his fingers.

You jolted at his boldness and were relieved that no one realized that you didn’t even get to complete your sentence earlier.

 “Hold your voice, babygirl. If you don’t want to get us in trouble of course..” He growled into your ear as his fingers teased your wetness. Without a warning, he dipped two of his fingers into your entrance before quickly pulling it out and you almost swore at how much of a tease he’s being.

Smearing the wetness enclosing his fingers on the skin of your thigh, he leaned forward and rested his chin on your shoulder to look down to your laps.

Separating his index and middle fingers, he whispered lowly into your right ear which sent you gushing for him.

“See how wet you are? So tight and ready for me..” His voice resounded from his chest as a low grumble, dripping with arousal and lust.

 “Take off your underwear if you wanted this.”

[jerrysgoldenstallion]

Pocket Full of...

George and Jerry sit silently in the diner, both staring contemplatively at their coffees.

“I think therefore I am,” George says, shaking his head.

A laugh escapes Jerry’s lips. He could always count on George to lighten the mood.

“I’m serious Jerry,” he leans in and looks around. “I think, therefore I am.”

Jerry looks at him, dumbfounded. What on earth was George trying to say?

“For your show Jerry! Your show, you could do a bit on Descartes!”

“Des- what? Are you off your rocker? Who’s going to a standup to hear a guy teach them about philosophers? ‘Hey Socrates, right? What a guy!’ No George, just, no.” Jerry waves a finger towards his waiter, motioning for more coffee.

“All right well,” he grunts a little and begins to shift out of the booth, “I, am going to run to the bathroom and uh-” he stands and turns just too late as the waitress bumps into him with a full pot of lukewarm coffee.

Jerry shifts to try and catch George, but miscalculates as George lands on top of him.

They both open their eyes to see that they are face to face. For a moment, both hesitate and read each other's faces. Before they have a chance to react, they are pulled apart as several people rush over to see what happened. 

Jerry is helped up, people surround him and begin asking him what happened. 

George gets up, and begins to sulkily walk away.

“Im fine by the way,” he calls back. “Just in case anyone was wondering.

No one turns to look at him. 

As George leaves the diner, he tries to think of which direction to wander aimlessly in, but another thought keeps entering his mind. Left, he decides.

George walks down the noisy streets, and while at a stoplight he looks up at the sky hoping for answers. What was that feeling, a feeling that is all too familiar but at the same time, foreign to him?

Also -though it was probably his imagination- he couldn't help but wonder, what was stabbing into the side of his leg when he had fallen? Jerrys phone? Could that even fit in his pocket?

He continued to drift in a haze of confusion, until he was suddenly tackled by- Jerry?

And there it was again, his phone? Whatever it was Jerry needs to start keeping it in his back pocket, he could really hurt someone with that thing!

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[finsterhund]

i kind of understamd that thing you mentioned about being several steps ahead for situations that may not even happen. I get very bad anxiety at times where my head nearly convinces me that bad things are going on even when it isnt true, and it hurts the relationships i have, people have told me how me doing that kind of hurts them cause it seems like i dont have trust in them, to me i do trust them, its just my head /always/ tries to come up with so many different scenarios... (1/2 messages)

(2/2 messages)... my head always comes up with so many scenarios amd possibilities, usually preparing myself mentally and emotionally for the worst posibility, even for the smallest things like a candy flavor or even the color of my socks, my head convinces me certain insignificant choices have the potential to make things go wildly bad. though my head ends up being pretty much always wrong, and things always turn out ok, its just a bad habit my head has, it can be very hard at times to ignore..             

(2/3 messages (sorry for spamming your inbox heheh)) its hard for me to ignore the things my head says. that doesnt mean i cant work towards getting better though c: (i cant remember what i was originally writing this for heheh sorry, my memorys not very great) look forward to the future though!! the future is a place where we have found ways to be able to live comfortable and happily, im confident if i keep trying ill get better, so far things have been going well c: hopefully things can..            

(last message i swear) I hope things can improve for you as well though c:> im rooting for you!!  (sorry if any of these messages seemed random or anything btw, i dont mean any harm by them :c I do hope you feel much better soon though   puppy emoji for good luck 🐕🐶             

I merged all your messages together. Don’t worry about “spamming” me with them. I like getting messages, it gets lonely sometimes.

That’s pretty much how it works for me too. This hypervigilance that’s convinced that no matter what I do, I’ll make a mistake or miscalculate or be sloppy or unaware and it will cost me. Make me get hurt.

I hope our futures come soon then.

Thank you for your messages. I appreciate knowing other people are feeling what I feel. Sorry I’m responding so late, it’s really early here.

Thank you for the doggos!

[grayclouds]

so ive been on a lithium binge for 3 days in a row and im completely up to date now ((absolutely brilliant story btw id gush about it for weeks if i could)) but i was looking through the comments of the latest chapter and i noticed you said that no mattr what tom's psychopathy was always going to be part of his character but then my question as an avid tomarry shipper is does this mean there's no chance for redemption at all??

first of all, thank you for the kind words and i’m glad you enjoyed the story

now as for the actual substance of your ask, let me respond to your question with another question:

what would you consider redemption for tom to look like? is it enough if he fights against and defeats voldemort with the good guys? or does he need to completely change his personality? is it really a redemption if he’s still manipulative, if he’s still a liar, if he’s still out for himself first and foremost by the end of the story?

secondly: does tom, at this particular point in the story, deserve any second chances from the narrative?

my answer would be a hard no to that second question. in spite of the incremental progress he has made thus far in terms of feeling remorse for his actions, you can still see him plotting and scheming throughout the past few chapters, albeit in small ways that are far less about antagonizing dumbledore and more about self-preservation. to put it simply, the aftermath of what happened with crouch left him in a severely weakened state, so now he is trying to secure a stronger position for himself (which is also why the Unbreakable Vow doesn’t prevent him from whispering into draco’s ear, btw). in other words, he is still incredibly self-involved; not once do you see him thinking about what needs to happen with voldemort, he’s just thinking of himself at this point, like always.

moreover, what has he actually learned from his previous plan completely blowing up in his face? well… almost nothing. i mean, he has realized harry’s value, and he understands that going to voldemort was probably pretty much the worst thing he could have done at that point, but what happens when harry confronts him with the fact that tom tried to kill him just a few months ago right after the tower scene? he calls it a mistake, but he never apologizes for it. it’s a miscalculation in the same way that visiting voldemort was a miscalculation; it’s not the act itself that he regrets the most, but its consequences which most negatively affected him (although his very real desire not to see harry killed is probably the most genuine thing here).

but all that is not to say that there will never be a chance for a turnaround of sorts–whether that leads to a “happy ending” for tom or not is another issue entirely. he is growing after all, and though the fact that he is experiencing growth doesn’t necessarily tell you what he’s growing toward, i think i’ve dropped enough hints (in the last two chapters especially) for you to make an educated guess or two!

so i’ve rambled quite a bit but i hope that (semi?) answered your question, haha

[trekkele]

You’re joking @iwantcustodyofme right? I absolutely love talking to people about Star Trek and analyzing the shit out of characters, please come hijack my posts!

Also *slaps self in face* should have guessed that, I hate that commenting feature too.

Ok but: “Im not sure why Kirk must be a terrible teen first” is a good point. And the truth is he probably wouldn’t have been - if Tarsus hadn’t featured so prominently in his childhood. (He was about 13-14 when it happened those years are pretty important. And do we have any other confirmed canon from his teenage years?) And even the nicest interpretation of Tarsus is incredibly traumatizing. I firmly believe they did the Tarsus storyline without realizing how fans would latch onto it, and that was a severe miscalculation on Genes part. Or possibly just an accident.

Because to this generation - the original viewers - a man who survived a genocide can be a well adjusted, happy, successful member of society. I mean its not that weird, Timmys dad from down the block did it. I absolutely believe, that with mental health awareness not being what it is today, most original viewers took the story as is, and never thought “wow, how badly must that have fucked up his childhood”. (Actually I’m sure some did, but not to the extent we do now.) In context of time and world history, Tarsus IV not having a massive impact on Kirks general attitude makes a lot more sense. In fact, it not affecting him further than “quiet and weird about food and maybe a little PTSD” is exactly what they would expect - and they’d expect him to grow out of it - which he apparently “does”.

Its the next few generations of veiwers who go “wait a minute, no one survives a genocide and then bounces back into a happy sunshine teenager without some serious problems”. Was it because of their better mental health awareness or something else? IDK. But they definitely wanted answers other then “oh he’s fine, just watched a little genocide and came back swinging!”

What I’m trying to say is, no, Jim does not need to be a disrespectful little punk who learns his lesson and comes to trust StarFleet again. However, having a storyline where he learns to trust the organization that (he feels) failed him makes more sense then him just jumping straight to working for them. You’re right though, it is fairly overdone. (Mostly because it works and is appealing, when written correctly.)

The stack of book with legs is my favorite description of Jim Kirk to this day, I don’t think they ever topped that. As for not comparing the two Kirks - that was exactly my point. We can enjoy both without comparing them, which is why I actually hate the “first, best, destiny” thing. Thats not how Alternative Realities work, Mr. Abrams.

(Full disclosure - i have not yet been able to read the book - my library hasn’t gotten it in yet and while i did read a detailed summary someone posted, thats it. I think i assumed Jim is more broken then bratty in it. I might take your advice about David Goodmans Autobiography. And this also explains why tie-in books are not really considered canon.)

Something I don’t see mentioned a lot is how TOS Kirk, at the age of 16-17, was well on his way to being AOS Kirk.

Because at the heart of it, AOS Kirk was not a bad guy - he was angry and impulsive and more then little arrogant, but also intelligent and witty and more then a little lost.

Which is exactly what TOS Kirk was post Tarsus. In fact, TOS Canon says that the only thing setting him back on course was Winona dragging George back by his uniform collar and telling him to help his traumatized son heal goddamnit.

Now what happens is George takes Jim into space with him and the mission apparently goes wrong and that inspired Jim to join StarFleet and that’s lovely and all, but that isn’t an option for AOS Jim now is it?

So basically, everyone who looks at AOS Kirk and says, Jim Kirk would never, I’m sorry to say Jim Kirk did.

(Because he didn’t have George to drag him into space, kicking and screaming. I don’t doubt Winona tried, but the truth sometimes that isn’t good enough. Because it wasn’t his Father who inspired him to join StarFleet as much as watching officers in crisis mode (yes including his Father).

Losing George Kirk effected the timeline, sure we know that. But I think how it affected it is sometimes unexplored.)