#thought it was showing off a woman’s butt during the cookie game

[smiles-rambles]

If I had a nickel for everytime a show had a closeup of someone’s butt and my first thought was that it was a woman’s butt, but it turned out to be a man’s butt, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[cjlouwho]

Just thinking about Tommy Kinard who grew up wishing he was hugged and loved like the neighbors kids were. He’d watch them run off the school bus and right into their mom or dad’s arms and be scooped up and held tight. Sometimes he could smell freshly baked cookies or a pot roast coming from their home as he’d turn the key and walk into his own house. His house where his dad would grunt at him for another beer and tell him to fix them both a frozen dinner (“just don’t eat my Salisbury steak, boy, that one’s mine”). Then one afternoon, when his dad caught him staring out the window at the neighbors all outside playing catch, he gave him a smack on the back of the head and told him to stop daydreaming. Those people were phonies who were never up to any good. Families like that don’t really exist, and they’re never as happy as they seem!

So Tommy buries away the idea he’ll have that. Stops watching the neighbors. Rolls his eyes when he does happen to catch one of their hugs. Grows a bit of a hardened shell.

Then he reaches high school and he thinks things will change now. He’ll have more freedom and friends and maybe he’ll join a club. But his dad tells him clubs are for sissies and he’s gonna be in sports instead. His dad is good friends with the football coach so he doesn’t have to try out. He’s just on the team, whether he likes it or not. And the other guys on the team are crude and constantly taunt and tease each other. Tommy doesn’t join in at first, would rather keep to himself, but that makes him an outcast and a loser and the butt of all their jokes so it’s easier to join in. His shell gets a little thicker.

Recruiters come to the school during his senior year and his grades are good, he could probably get a scholarship or two to a state university, but they promise so much. He’ll get to see the world! They have all these specialized programs he can choose from. They pay well and he’ll have the benefits forever. Most importantly, he’ll be away from his dad. The recruiter doesn’t have to work very hard that day. When Tommy leaves for basic he’s a little scared but mostly excited to be away! And the drill sergeants yell at him and taunt him just like the football team, just like his dad, but he can take it. He can and does prove them wrong.

He’s been wondering things about himself lately. Doesn’t let himself wonder very long though, or his heart races a bit too fast and he panics. There was this one time at basic where he had a moment alone and he jerked himself off but he didn’t use the Playboy magazines the other guys had hidden under their bunks. He thinks of Tyler instead. The guy who was in the bunk above him and had tan skin and muscles all over and a million dollar smile. When he was done, after he caught his breath, he got angry with himself. Put a fist through a wall and got in a good amount of trouble. But the other guys thought he did it because he wanted to show the sergeant how strong he was. They thought it was funny and kinda cool. Even later, as a pilot in Iraq, when he has a moment alone, he’s never thinking about a woman. His shell thickens more.

Then he’s out of the army and he’s becoming a firefighter and he thinks maybe this is when he can relax. So he goes and meets his captain, someone named Vincent Gerrard, and he can tell within thirty seconds of meeting him that this man is a carbon copy of his father. He hasn’t been the butt of a joke in a long time, and he sure as hell isn’t going to start back now, so he plays the game. And he plays it damn well.

These shells keep thickening and thickening until he’s not actually sure who he is anymore. He’s spent years being whoever he needs to be to survive and it’s becoming exhausting. Even when Gerrard leaves and Nash arrives, even when his smile actually starts to reach his eyes, he still feels wrong. So he makes a choice. He leaves.

He goes back to flying, which he loved in the army. The freedom of being in the sky was unlike anything else in life. He hears a coworker talk about therapy and he gives it a try. It’s uncomfortable and stressful but he goes back each week and yeah, okay, maybe it does help. He can feel his posture relaxing a bit at least.

He allows himself to be honest with himself. He looks in the mirror one night and takes a deep breath and says the words “I’m gay” for the first time and then he repeats it over and over and over again even as tears fall down his face.

All the shells are starting to crack.

He gets a call from Howie, who he would do anything for without question, and this particular ask gets him reacquainted with Hen, renewed friendship with Howie, a new friendship with Eddie, and a boyfriend with Evan.

Evan. Evan who meets Tommy at the door whenever he’s there, arms open and a smile on his face, ready to hold onto Tommy like it’s his job. There’s usually delicious food cooking that Tommy can smell from the driveway. Evan, who picks up Christopher or Jee and they head to the park or museum for an outing. Evan, who notices that Tommy really likes to draw so he joins a drawing club for the both of them and even though Evan himself is not great at drawing he’s always so excited for them to go together.

Evan, whose kisses linger on his body like a prayer. Whose touch burns his skin in the best way. Who gasps and grunts and grabs and whispers in his ear as their sweaty, muscular bodies practically meld into one. There’s laughter and smiles afterward, as they hold onto each other and fall asleep pressed against one another.

Evan, who makes loving easy to do. Who gives his whole heart and then some. Who breaks whatever was left of Tommy’s shell and makes him realize that the type of love he wanted all those years ago, even as a little kid, was real. It was possible. And he had it.

[madpanda75]

“Penance”

For @thatesqcrush’s kink bingo--I’ve been loving everyone’s contributions to the challenge so I thought I would try my hand at it!

Jonas Nightingale x Reader for the Gags square ( my first Jonas fic! Warning-- I’ve never seen “Leap of Faith so please be kind)

Double Warning: This is SUPER NSFW. There’s BDSM, ball gags, fisting, squirting, forced orgasms, and a pinch of priest kink (even though Jonas is a “reverend” not a priest)

Hold on to your butts and get your splash guards out!

Sam Nightingale sat cross-legged in front of the pulpit. A frigid blast slapped her in the face and she silently praised whoever invented air conditioning. Rather than pitching a tent and sweating her ass off in an abandoned field out in east Jesus nowhere, the local pastor had insisted that she and Jonas use his church for their revival.

With a glint in her eye, she gazed down at her lap overflowing with dollar bills. Ten. Twenties. Fifties. Even a few hundreds from the wealthier church patrons. Every dollar counted, she could hear a cash register cha-ching in her brain. Ah, the simple-minded naivety of the Midwest. It was like taking candy from a baby. “Damn, Jonas.” She shook her head in amazement. “We made bank today. Who knew Nebraskeners were so generous? I swear you wave around a Bible and the promise of redemption in front of folks and the money flows.” 

Her comments were greeted with silence. “Jonas?” She glanced up to see her brother lying on the front pew, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. “Hello? Earth to Jonas!” She grabbed her pack of menthols and chucked them at her brother, gaining his attention.

“Huh? Ya’ say something?” 

“Uhhh, yeah.” Sam made a show of flipping through a large wad of cash. “Here I am drowning in Benjamins and you’re out in la la land. What’s with you today?”

Jonas shrugged. “Nothing.”

“Nothing? You sure about that?” She walked over and knocked his feet off the pew, plopping down right next to him. “Cause you were distracted during the church service. I had to basically feed you your lines through the microphone. Please tell me you haven’t found your moral compass or something.”

He snorted a laugh. “Hell would freeze over before that happens.” Coming back to his senses, he spotted the sea of green nestled in his sister’s lap and whistled. “All that came from today?”

“Yep.”

“We should add an afternoon service if we stick around here. We’ll make twice as much.”

A dramatic sigh of relief below past Sam’s lips. “There’s the swindler I know and love. You had me worried there for a moment.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Jonas grabbed the cash and began counting the bills when the door opened. “The Senior Bingo is being held around the corner in the rec room,” he said over his shoulder.

“Actually I’m looking for you,” a soft sultry voice called out. A voice that made Jonas whip his head around.

“It’s you,” he whispered and shot straight up out of the pew, the dollar bills in his lap now floating to the floor like confetti. 

Sam immediately began to pick up the stray money while Jonas stood there, staring at you. You were wearing a demure, white cotton sundress that screamed virgin, but the ruby red shade of your lipstick purred vixen. His sister was right, he had been distracted and now that distraction was standing in the middle of the aisle. He could feel his pants begin to bulge at the mere sight of you biting your bottom lip.

 “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” you said with an apologetic smile.

“Oh don’t worry about it.” Sam stood up and patted her brother on the back, noticing the way his demeanor changed the minute you walked through the door. “This guy has been out of it all day. Although I think I’m beginning to realize why.” 

Jonas glared at his sister before turning back to you. “How can I help you?”

You fidgeted a bit, wringing the leather strap of your purse. “Actually, I was hoping we could speak in private, Reverend.” 

“I’m gonna go check on that bingo. See if they have someone to call the numbers,” Sam said after an awkward pause. She gave Jonas a sly wink before walking out the door.

“Please have a seat.” Jonas ushered you to a pew. His heart was racing and sweat was beginning to bead on his forehead. There was something about you that made him nervous. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but whatever it was, you disarmed him completely. 

He took a deep breath and tried to recover. After all he was the King of Sin. If he could con people out of money under the guise of salvation, he could certainly handle talking to a beautiful woman.

 “I’m glad you came in today,” he said.

“You are?”

Jonas nodded his head and took a seat next to you. “I noticed you during the service. I could sense that something was weighing heavily on your soul.”

You looked down for a moment, hesitant to speak before finally confessing. “There is.” 

“Don’t be bashful.” He reached out and patted your knee in reassurance, his thumb gliding across your skin. “You can trust me. I help all those who are lost and right now you look like a little lamb that has strayed from the flock.”

“I...I... struggle with the sin of lust,” you replied in a voice barely above a whisper. Your cheeks turned bright red, nearly matching the shade of lipstick you were wearing.

Jonas felt his interest peak. “Go on,” he encouraged.

“I have certain...proclivities. I’ve tried to quell these dark desires, but I need help. My need is constant.” You let out a shaky breath, your eyes fluttering shut.

Little did you know, you were an answer to Jonas’ prayers (if in fact he ever did pray). It had been ages since he had gotten laid and you were just his type. It was as if the heavens opened and a choir of angels were singing ‘Hallelujah.’ He cleared his throat. “I think I can be of service.” 

“Thank you!” Relief washed over your face before you became serious. “But I have to warn you others have tried and failed.” You leaned forward, your knees now touching his. He could smell the seductive notes of your perfume: lotus blossom and black orchid. “Do you think you are up to the challenge?” you practically purred.

Jonas licked his lips and let his eyes drink you in from head to toe. He felt smugly satisfied noticing your heaving chest, the way your nipples hardened against the fabric of your dress. “Sure, I’ll guide you on my cock,” he thought. 

But rather than make this blunt point and risk you running out of the church, disgusted. He gently cupped your face and stared into your eyes with a deep sincerity. “I can assure you, I won’t stop until we tame the fire that burns deep within you. I am relentless in my dedication to saving souls.” 

What happened next sent shockwaves down the wily con artist’s spine. Parting your lips, you took his thumb into your mouth, sucking and gliding your tongue against the digit. Jonas gasped, feeling you bite down on the meaty flesh before pulling off with a pop. 

You tucked your purse under your arm and stood up, smoothing down your dress. “Thank you, Reverend. I’ll be in touch.” You went to the door before pausing and looking over your shoulder. “By the way, I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”  With an innocent smile, you left Jonas sitting there, completely stunned. 

*****

The old secretary glanced up as soon as you walked into the church office. “The Reverend will be with you in a moment. Why don’t you take a seat.” She motioned towards a chair. 

“Thank you.” You sat down and crossed your legs, admiring your new black Louboutin heels. 

The sound of an old fire and brimstone preacher played from a radio on the secretary’s desk. “Fornication is not just a sin against another person. It is a sin against ourselves. It is self destructive and we must avoid it at all costs!”

You arched a brow at the secretary, who gave you a tight smile and turned down the volume. You couldn’t help but bite back a laugh. The irony of the sermon was not lost on you.

It had been three weeks since you met Jonas. You were in town for a few months visiting your grandmother and she insisted on dragging your butt out of bed to the sunrise Sunday service at her church. Luckily for you, instead of the regular reverend (who was as old as Methuselah), there was a handsome, charismatic guest preacher in his place. Having never been an avid church-goer before, you were quite taken with the eye candy professing salvation for all sinners from the pulpit. 

After the service, you dropped off your grandmother at her bingo game and decided to have a little fun by giving into your more baser instincts. How else were you supposed to entertain yourself in a dusty dried up old town? You knew how to play the game. With your chaste couture and coquettish ways, you caught Jonas Nightingale--hook, line, and sinker.

Just then Jonas walked into the office, freezing in his tracks the second he laid eyes on you. “Ms. Y/L/N.” He took off his aviator shades and smirked. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“I know we had a session yesterday, but I think I need more spiritual guidance.” You ran a delicate hand down the slope of your neck and gave him a shy smile.

Jonas ran his tongue across his teeth, a low growl emanating from his chest. “Of course, please step into my office.” You stood up and followed him. Before shutting the door, Jonas turned towards the secretary. “Why don’t you get out of here and take a long lunch.”

“Are you sure?” the secretary asked, leaning over the desk to try and peek into his office.

“Absolutely. It’s been a slow day. Go out. Live a little.” Jonas sighed in relief, watching as she grabbed her purse and needlepoint. She was on loan to him from the church. The woman was your typical nosy, uptight old bat with a stick up her ass, but she made great coffee and would bring in freshly baked cookies every week.

As soon as the secretary left, he stepped into his office and locked the door. “I thought you were supposed to come by tonight. Just couldn’t wait, could ya?” he teased and removed his shirt, leaving him in a black tank top. 

You bit your bottom lip, staring at his muscular arms. “I had to come here.”

“Oh you did?” 

You blushed and fidgeted with your coat. “You see, I was very, very naughty. I was thinking about you all morning and I had to touch myself. I sinned, Reverend and you told me that those who disobey God’s laws must do penance.” You made a show of unbuttoning your coat and letting it fall to the floor, revealing that you were completely naked.

Jonas stalked up to you, looking like the big bad wolf. He walked in a slow circle around you, inspecting every inch of your flesh before stopping right behind you and grabbing your hips, pulling you flush to him. His lips brushed over your pulse point and all too soon he walked away.

With the crook of his finger, he beckoned you over to the chair in front of his desk. You obliged his silent request and sat down. Sinking to his knees before you, he planted a brutal, bruising kiss on your lips, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. He pulled away and went over to his desk. “You remember the safe word?” he asked, opening a drawer.

“Bakker,” you replied. 

Jonas chuckled. When you two began these escapades, you picked “Bakker” for your safe word. The last name of the infamous Jim and Tammy Faye Bakker, two TV televangelists who were found guilty of fraud in the 80s. It was your subtle way of telling Jonas that you saw right through him and didn’t believe his act for a second. As long as your grandmother didn’t give him any money, his secret was safe with you. Besides, Jonas was just as much a freak as you were and he was the best sex you ever had.

Reaching into the drawer, he pulled out several items, one of them being a blindfold. “You know, I can’t promise that I’ll be gentle,” he purred as he covered your eyes.

A smile tugged at your lips. “You should know by now that I don’t want you to be gentle. Don’t hold back.”

“Challenge accepted,” Jonas thought as he grabbed some nylon ropes. He grabbed your arms and began to tie them behind the chair.

Your pulse quickened in anticipation. “Tighter,” you demanded in a breathy moan.

He yanked the ropes taut making you gasp. “Let me be the judge of that,” he growled, biting your earlobe. He spread your legs, tying each one to the leg of the chair. Your pussy glistened as you were already wet from masturbating all morning. The scent of your arousal filled his nostrils and made his cock twitch.

Tied and blindfolded, you thought Jonas would get down to business, but he had a few more surprises up his sleeves. He took out a white ball gag with a leather strap and some honey. After squirting some honey onto the ball gag, he cupped your chin and forced your mouth open. “Don’t you dare spit this out,” he threatened, fastening the leather strap behind your head.

You felt the ball wedge between your teeth. The sweet hit of the honey coating your tongue. Jonas has done his research. He knew that the combination of the honey and the ball gag would make you drool, giving you that hint of humiliation you craved. 

He sat back on his haunches and admired his work: the knots of nylon binding you to the chair, the way your lips wrapped around the ball gag, the rise and fall of your flushed chest. You were a work of art. Michelangelo had the Sistine Chapel and Jonas had you.

He knelt down and kissed the top of your right foot before slowly dragging his tongue up your leg, nibbling on your inner thighs and then trailing down your left leg, planting a final kiss on your left foot. 

He parted your swollen pussy lips and licked your pink, quivering flesh, reveling in the way you whimpered and squirmed. When he wrapped his mouth around your clit, you jerked forward only to remember that you were restrained. He alternated between fucking you with his tongue and lapping at your clit. Being blindfolded only heightened your senses and right now it felt like Jonas was eating you out as if you were an all you can eat pancake breakfast.

You threw your head back and moaned, trying to arch your hips to give him even more access to your core. He reached his hands up and began to massage your breasts, pinching your nipples until they swelled and ached in pleasure. Your thighs began to shake and Jonas knew you were close. One final tweak of your taut nipple and your orgasm rippled through you. 

Jonas groaned and nodded his head vigorously, flicking against your nub as you rode out your ecstasy. “Jonas!” you wailed in a muffled tone, although the ball gag was preventing you from speaking much. 

He hummed in contentment and smacked his lips together, tracing your entrance with a single digit. You squeaked in surprise.“Shhh,” he cooed. “Calm down, my angel. We’ve barely begun. How many fingers do you think you can take? One?”

You shook your head no.

“Two?”

You shook your head again. Jonas arched a brow, even though you couldn’t see him. He knew what you wanted. When he got up to five. You nodded. 

“So fucking greedy.” He spread you even wider. “You think you can take it?”

You nodded once more and undulated your hips. He began to finger fuck you, starting with his index finger, thrusting into you hard and fast while pressing on your clit until you howled. The second finger, he scissored you, slowly stretching you out, stroking your walls, studying the way you whimpered and wailed. He slowly added a third digit, finding that secret spot within you that so few men ever find. 

The buildup was unbearable as your hips stuttered forward, coming once more. Even though you were soaking wet, Jonas squirted lube onto his fourth finger firmly believing in the philosophy of, “the wetter, the better.” He slowly moved in and out of you, swiping against your clit. 

With each digit he added, you came harder and harder. Tears slid down your face from underneath your blindfold. Your muscles began to spasm, your nerve endings tingled. Jonas cruelly laughed. “Look at you, creaming on my fingers like a little slut.” 

You wailed out another orgasm in response. How long had you been sitting there? Hours? Your body experienced a rollercoaster of emotions. Every time you came, you loathed it. You craved it. You wanted him to stop. No, don’t stop! Don’t ever, ever, ever stop! You wanted more and more and more and that’s exactly what Jonas gave you.

After adding even more lube, he tucked his thumb into his palm, tapering his fingers and slowly penetrating you, pushing past the knuckles until his entire hand was deep inside you. Jonas had never fisted anyone before, but you had untapped desires within him that he had no idea even existed.

He began to rock his large hand back and forth. You sobbed in pleasure. You were stretched and filled to the brim, feeling tremendous pressure. You couldn’t catch your breath. Being tied, blindfolded, and gagged, all you could do was take it. While fisting you, Jonas leaned forward and began sucking on your clit. 

Your muffled moans of “Oh fuck! Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” filled the room as he unleashed his torture on your slick, hot cunt. He crooked and wiggled his fingers, massaging your G-spot. You screamed in ecstasy. Your orgasm was earth shattering. You felt a gush of liquid and squirted all over Jonas’ face.

“That’s it, my sweet angel. Squirt for me,” he groaned, almost coming in his pants at the sensation of your sweet nectar all over his face, a puddle amassing beneath your chair.

Jonas slowly took his hand out, one finger at a time. He reached up and cupped your face, you could feel your arousal from his one hand, coating your cheek. “You’re not done yet. I want one more from you,” he commanded as he began to unbound you.

You meekly nodded your head. He gave you an open mouth kiss over your ball gag and gently lifted you up so he could sit down. You were still blindfolded. The sound of a zipper and rustling of his denim, alerted you that he had taken out his cock.

You rocked against his length, his crown rubbing against your overly sensitive clit. Moving at a snail’s pace, you sank down onto his cock. Jonas’ fingers may have been long and thick, but nothing could replace being filled by his cock. After your initial meeting, you quickly understand why the man exuded a prowess on the church stage, swinging his big dick energy at anyone with a pulse. 

Jonas let out a strangled moan and grabbed your hips, encouraging you to fuck him.

You bounced up and down on his cock. He had given you so much pleasure and now you wanted to return the favor. You contracted your muscles, squeezing around him. Drool dribbled down your chin and onto your breasts from the combination of the honey and the ball gag. He lowered his head to lap it up and suck your nipples.

Smothered by your chest, he growled and gripped your hips, thrusting up into you. Your head lolled back. You loved this, being used as a sex toy. Your whole body screamed. Take me! Devour me! I’m yours! 

The wooden chair creaked and was on the verge of breaking, but neither of you cared. “Fuck! Jesus! Jonas!” you mumbled, climaxing one final time, your vision fading to black while riding out your orgasm. Pain and pleasure melding together.

Jonas’ hips began to stutter. “Oh Y/N!” he moaned. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” He grunted like an animal, pulsing inside you, filling you with his cum. His body tensed, coming so much that it seeped out of you and pooled around the base of his cock, creating a mess. Not that either of you noticed, you were both already plastered in sticky sweat

You went limp and melted against him, snuggling into the crook of his neck, mewling like a kitten. Once Jonas caught his breath, he pulled you away to take off the gag and blindfold. Gazing up at you with the sunlight illuminating your face, that feeling of disarmament overpowered him once more. He was completely at your mercy, bared to you. There was no escaping your trance. 

This was meant to be your penance. Your punishment. But instead, it was Jonas that choked out one final word, “Amen.”

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[whatmakesmehappyy]

Consent- Calum Hood

Just a little thing that came to my mind one day. 

Rolling on your side you admired Calum’s sleeping profile. You smiled as you thought back to the night before, Calum singing his heart out on stage, the fans going wild at his voice. You brought your hand up to trace the veins in his hand before flipping it over and running your pointer finger along the creases there. Calum hummed and you looked up to see his eyes opening slowly. Another smile graced your face as he turned to face you, mirroring your smile. 

“Can I kiss you?” you asked. His lips quirked up at the corners. 

“‘Course, lovely.” you wiggled your way up toward his face, blanket falling off your shoulders and exposing them to the chilly morning air. 

“Lips?” you asked and he nodded again. You knew he found it odd, you always asking for permission to engage in an intimate act, whether it was for a kiss or a hug or even just to make sure it was okay if you sat down next to him. He never asked though, and you figured although he found it odd he didn’t find it weird enough to question you. 

Placing your lips on his your eyes fluttered closed and he pulled you on top of his chest where you settled in comfortably. Pulling away you placed a few more pecks to his lips and one on his nose for good measure before laying your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. 

“The boys wanted to go out to dinner tonight with everybody. You wanna come?” Calum asked and you lifted your head up, nodding. 

“Who else is going? The girls?” you hadn’t seen the boys very much since they had come back to LA, too busy catching up with Calum while they were catching up with family and their girlfriends. 

“Mike said yeah last I checked.” you hummed and climbed off of him. He whined, “Where are you going?” Calum reached out and tugged on your hand. 

“To get ready.” you laughed as Calum pulled you back to bed.

“The dinner isn’t for hours, though.” Calum whined, burying his face into your stomach as you stood by the bed. 

You giggled, “Cal that tickles.” he blew a raspberry into your tummy in response. “Besides I’m not getting ready for dinner I’m getting ready for the day. It’s nine in the morning and my breath smells like sleep.” he blew another raspberry. You ran your fingers through his hair and tugged slightly, he bit the skin around your stomach softly. “Are you wanting to stay in bed all day? Do nothing but watch Netflix? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

“And chill.” he mumbled. 

“What was that?” 

He lifted his head out from your tummy, “And chill.” he said. You barked out a startled laugh. 

“Calum Hood!” you reprimanded, swatting his hair softly. 

“What! You love me and I love you so why not?”

“Who said I love you, hm?” you teased. 

“You did, you little shit. Three months ago, on our anniversary at around eight at night. You were in that stunning outfit and your hair was really really pretty that night too. You should do that style more often.” Calum said and he threw his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. 

Your breath caught in your throat, “You remember stuff like that?” you whispered. 

Calum looked at you, “Of course I remember that stuff. It was the first time the woman I’m gonna marry told me she loved me. I couldn’t forget that if I tried.” he looked at you and stood, fingers tilting your head towards him, “I remember everything about you. All of the things you might think are insignificant are some of the most important things for me to remember. Because it’s you and I love you. And I’ve never loved anybody more. You’re it for me, y/n.” You looked at Calum as he spoke. He didn’t open up often. He was more honest with you than most people, save the boys. But he’d never said something like this. Tears sprung to your eyes and you tried to blink them away. 

“Can- can I please hug you?” you whispered, throat too thick with emotion to speak any louder. 

“Always.” Calum whispered and you threw yourself into his arms and shoved your face into his neck, a tear slipping out and onto his shirt. The love you felt for him overwhelmed you and your heart felt like it could burst with emotion and you let more tears slip onto his soft shirt. “I love you, you know?” you nodded. You did know. He showed you everyday. Whether it was shown through affection or a text when he was away, or a random FaceTime in the middle of the day. You had caught on quickly that he would stay up late whenever he was in the world so that he could FaceTime you at a time that was reasonable for you. Your heart had fluttered when you realized it. As you hugged him to your body you remembered an interview he had done years ago. The interviewer was asking about heartbreak after the recent release of Jet Black Heart and Calum said he had never been heartbroken. He joked about having a “heart of steel”. The two of you had met not long after that and you quickly learned that his “heart of steel” was soft and needed to be held carefully. You promised yourself that you’d do everything in your power to keep his heart soft and warm. His exterior was strong but when he was in the presence of somebody he was comfortable with his walls crumbled, he was open and often the emotions he held in during the day came out full force. Keeping his heart soft was one reason you always asked to initiate anything. You knew that as long as he allowed you to keep his heart, you’d protect it with everything you had. 

“Okay I need to… I don’t know… make cookies or something.” you said, stepping out of his hold. Calum laughed but pulled you back into his chest. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours sweetly. He deepened it slightly but pulled back before things got heated. You loved his kisses. He always asked for consent before you guys went too far, always making sure you were comfortable and willing to take things further, but he wasn’t as cautious as you were when leaning down to kiss you or wrap you in his arms. You didn’t mind, you were asking for his consent, you were concerned with him; he knew he had your consent and if he didn’t he knew you’d say something. 

“Cookies?” Calum questioned, following you to the bathroom where you started to wash your face, “Babe it’s not even after noon.” he pulled his toothbrush out and squirted toothpaste on it. 

“I’m just feeling very emotional and I need to bake. Does Ashton like muffins? I’m thinking I’ll make some cookies and muffins, maybe some scones.” you dipped your head to the sink, rinsing off the face wash before pulling your toothbrush out and starting to brush. 

“Yes, Ashton will like muffins.” Calum laughed around his toothbrush. 

“Great. So muffins for Ash and KayKay, I’m thinking cookies for Mike? I’ll need to make more for Crystal too. What about Luke and Sierra? Scones or cookies?” 

“Y/n, the boys will like anything you make them. But you know you don’t have to right?” Calum came up behind you and put his hand on your waist as you brushed vigorously. You nodded before spitting, your butt pushing into Calum as you bent over, “I think I like this.” You saw Calum’s grin in the mirror as you straightened up and rolled your eyes, pulling him towards your kitchen. 

“Could you get the flour up there?” you pointed to the cabinet above the sink. “Oh! And the sugar, too! It should be right next to it. The salt and baking soda should be behind that.” you listed off the ingredients while you grabbed the chocolate chips, eggs, milk, and a mixing bowl. “Should we do a batch with nuts and one without?” you tapped your finger to your chin thoughtfully. 

“Just how many batches are you planning on making, sweet girl?” you turned to face Calum who was measuring out the flour. His eyes met yours and he smiled. 

“Cheek?” you asked and he grinned at you before nodding and you placed a kiss on his cheek where you could feel him smile as your lips met his skin. 

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“Does this look alright? What kind of restaurant is it? Fancy? Casual? Fancy casual?” you called out from the closet, trying to find the best outfit. 

“Darling, it’s just a restaurant and you’ll look great in anything, promise.” Calum’s voice floated over to you from where he was in the bathroom and you huffed. Sometimes men could be so unhelpful. 

You grabbed your phone from the bed and texted Crystal, ‘What are you wearing tonight? Cal won’t tell me what the dress code is like!?!?!?!?!?!’ You tossed your phone back on the bed next to Calum’s and saw it light up with a text from Luke. 

“Cal, Luke texted you!” 

“What does it say?” you picked his phone up and typed in the password (your birthday) and clicked on the messages with Luke. 

“He wants to know the name of the restaurant.” you laughed and waited for Calum to tell you. 

“Fucking idiot.” Calum laughed, “It’s literally where him and Sierra had their first date, why is he like this?” he came out from the bathroom and grabbed his phone, sending a reply before picketing it. 

“What’s the name?” you asked. The name would give you a clue of how to dress. He didn’t reply and you threw a sock at him, missing terribly. Just then your phone dinged and you reached for it to see Crystal had replied. 

‘Wear a nice dress. It’s not too fancy but it’s not a casual affair either’  You sent a reply back thanking her for helping before deciding on a long dress that you had only been able to wear a few times before. With you makeup already done you were only waiting on Calum. You had just sat down on the bed and opened Tetris while you let your phone charge when Calum emerged from the bathroom. He looked stunning in a maroon button down and black pants. You got distracted and only snapped out of it when your phone buzzed letting you know you lost the game of Tetris. 

“Ready, love?” Calum called, walking to the door of your room. You hopped off the bed, placing a kiss on Duke’s head before following Calum, grabbing the heels you placed by the door on your way out. You were not going to wear those any longer than you had to and that meant waiting until you were parked outside of the restaurant to strap them on. 

“Hand?” you asked as you got into Calum’s car, holding your palm up for his to grasp if he wanted. As he closed the door and turned the ignition over he laced his hand through your and pulled out of the spot. 

“Is it okay if we pick up Ash on the way?” he asked, glancing at you as you shuffled through his phone to find a good song to play. 

“Yes! I miss him!” he knew you wouldn’t say no and seeing your face light up at the idea of seeing one of his best friends made his heart swell more than he could comprehend. “Oh I hope he wears a bandana tonight!” 

“You- What?” Calum asked, squeezing your hand. 

You shrugged, “I just think they would make a comeback. I miss those days.” 

Calum kisses the back you your hand, “I love you, sweet girl.” 

“And I, you, sweet boy.”

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“Y/n! It’s been forever! How are you?” Sierra greeted you with a hug, Luke waiting with open arms right behind her. 

“I’ve been great! I loved hanging out with you while these dorks were on tour.” you laughed with her as Luke squeezed you tighter when he heard your words. 

“Hey! We’re great! Don’t be rude!” 

“Luke, I love you. You know I do… but you’re most definitely a dork.” you laughed as he pulled back from the hug. He huffed and squeezed your shoulder with a smile on his face. Just then the hostess came over to your group to show you to your table. There was already a few open bottles of wine at the table and wine glasses ready to be filled.

As you slid in next to Sierra, Calum whispered in your ear, “I didn’t tell you when we left but you look absolutely stunning today.” you turned to smile at him and thanked him with a blush on your cheeks. 

Shortly after sitting a waiter came over to take your orders and hustled away with the promise that your appetizers would be out soon. Casual chatter filled the table, questions about tour were brought up as well as seeing family again and traveling. A happy buzz coated your body as you listened to Calum talk and you watched him, his smile never leaving his face. There was laughter all around the table and a feeling of utter happiness warmed your body. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered in Calum’s ear and you saw his smile get brighter as he nodded, puckering his lips for you. “Thank you.” you replied as you pulled away. 

“Always.” Calum said, grabbing you hand under the table. You listened to the conversation happily and you laughed when the boys got a little wine tispy, their demeanor becoming louder, more jovial. Finally everybody finished their meal and the check came before everybody filed out of the restaurant. “You guys wanna come over? Y/n made all of you some gifts.” Calum asked the group, arm around your shoulder and you reached your hand up to meet his fingers.

Before you grasped his hand you turned to him, “Hand?” he looked down at you, smiled, pecked your nose and nodded. Happily, you grasped his hand as he tugged you towards the car. 

“I’m in!” Ashton said, wrapping his arm around Calum’s shoulder, tugging him into Ashton’s chest, which pulled you in, consequently. 

“Oof.” you huffed, trying to get out from under Calum’s arm, knowing the boys well enough to know they were a bit drunk and you figured it was going to turn into rough housing quickly. You were right as Calum pinned Ashton against the car and laughed victoriously. You rolled your eyes and turned to Michael, “Are you and Crys in?” he turned to you and smiled, nodding happily. You smiled at Crystal who hugged you and thanked you for inviting them over. You finally managed to get Calum and Ashton in the car, the two of them giggling wildly about some stupid joke. “May I have the keys, Calum?” you asked, holding your hand out. He dug his hand in his pocket, handing them over to you. 

“Be careful with my baby.” Calum said and you rolled your eyes. 

“Calum I know how to drive your car.” 

He looked at you incredulously, “I’m telling the car to be careful with you. You’re my baby.” you flushed fiercely. 

“You guys are so cute I love it.” Ashton was laying in the back seat, face turned towards the front where he was watching you and Calum. “I don’t get something, though.” he mumbled, moving slightly as you pulled out of the parking spot. 

“What’s that, Ash?” you asked, flipping the blinker on and glancing in the rear-view mirror to see Michael and Luke both following you. 

“Why do you always ask if you can kiss Calum? Or hold his hand for that matter? That’s not normal, I don’t think.” you blushed, hard. Looking away from Calum’s questioning eyes and focusing on the road, “Is it because you’re insecure? Because I knew a girl like that. Wait! Kelsey! You know her! You met her! Yeah she was really insecure about our relationship. She was scared that she was moving too fast, or that I thought she was using me or whatever. I didn’t think that, just so you know. She was lovely, and I tried my hardest to let her know I really liked her. But it just didn’t work, you know? Oh well.” Ashton was rambling but you barely caught any of it. You were thinking about what he said. It wasn’t normal. You knew he wasn’t trying to be mean, he was just drunk and didn’t have much of a filter. 

Pulling into your and Calum’s driveway you got out quickly, unlocking the front door to let everybody in. It wasn’t that you were insecure about your relationship with Calum, never. It was not about that at all, but you were still embarrassed that you had been asked about that in front of Calum. “Is this for us, y/n?” Sierra asked from the kitchen. You padded in to see her looking at all the baking you did. 

“Yeah! Yeah, this batch is for you! That’s for you guys, Mike. Ash these are yours.” you passed out the batches and they all thanked you with hugs before piling onto the couch to talk. You made your way up the stairs and took off your outfit, changing into something more comfortable. You quickly took off your makeup before going downstairs to mingle for a while longer. 

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“Ugh, finally.” Calum sighed as he climbed under the covers. You remained relatively quiet throughout the night, trying to think of a way to explain to Calum why you did what you did. “Hey, please look at me, sweet girl.” You turned on your side. “You don’t have to explain anything if you don’t want. Ashton was drunk and rambling, I’m not mad or anything. And I really hope that you’re not insecure about our relationship. I’d hate to think I lead you to believe you’re anything but the best thing in my life.” 

“I’m not insecure. It’s something else.”

“I’m here if you want to talk, and if you don’t want to I don’t mind. I won’t push.”

“It’s about consent.” you blurted. 

“Consent?” Calum quirked his head. 

“I don’t want to talk about this when you’re not sober.” 

“Hey, hey, that’s fine if you don’t want to talk but I do want you to know that I’m completely sober right now, have been for a few hours now.”

“It’s just…” you trailed off, “you should be able to give consent.” Calum nodded. “And I know what it’s like when you don’t give consent and people do whatever they want anyway.” you swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“What- are- did something happen? Are you okay?” Calum sat up quickly, grabbing your upper arms.

“I’m- no I’m okay! That’s- I wasn’t talking about that!” Calum sagged into your chest, breathing out a sigh of relief. “I’m talking about you.” 

Calum’s eyebrows furrowed, “That’s never- I mean, I’ve never been through that, though.”

“You have though! Even if you don’t see it as that. When fans come up to you! And they hug you without asking, or kiss your cheek without asking if it’s okay. Or they try to kiss you! Or- or when they encroach on your space. They don’t always ask. And I figured the least I could do was make sure it was okay if I did that stuff, since they don’t.” you shrugged and looked away from him. You felt foolish for admitting it, especially since Calum hadn’t even noticed it. Maybe you were looking to far into things. You looked up quickly when you heard Calum gasp. You were startled to see tears running down his cheeks and his eyes red-rimmed. “Cal-” he wrapped his hand around your leg, “I’m so sorry.” you tried to apologize.

“Don’t…” he trailed off and you kept quiet, tears of your own burning your eyes. “That’s not for you to worry about.” he whispered. 

“Yes it is! You’re my boyfriend, and sometimes people don’t respect your privacy and that’s… that’s not okay.” avoiding his gaze, still, you played with Duke’s tail that was resting in between you and Calum. 

“No, no I mean, I love that you’re looking out for me, it means the world. But you don’t have to ask. It’s not a problem that you have to worry about. I’ll tell you if I don’t want to kiss you, or hug you, or hold your hand. Though I don’t think I’ll ever not want to do that stuff with you. I love you. And I can’t believe that you took it upon yourself to make up for the fans that can’t respect our space, but you don’t have to try to fix it, okay? I love you, forever, my love.” you looked up at him, and, for the first time in your relationship, you leaned into him, pressing your lips to his without asking. It was short-lived, however, when Calum pulled back only a few seconds after you kissed him. 

“What-?” you started to ask but stopped when you saw Calum’s wide grin.

“Nothing, nothing. It’s just that I’m so in love with you. And that’s the first time you’ve kissed me without asking. I loved it.” you pressed your face into his chest, hiding your face. He tilted your chin up and looked down at you, lovingly, “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y/n.”

[swimmingnewsie]

Of Coffee and Cookies (Chapter 5)

Is it even my fic if I don’t update at three in the morning? Have some delicious angst guys!

Enjoy!

Link to AO3

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"Oh come on! How was that supposed to be Santa Claus?"

"He's got a hat! And a bag and a sleigh!"

"If you can call those circles that, Krissy, we may need to get your eyes checked."

Anna smiled as she watched her family. Christmas magic filled the air as she watched her sister and friends squabble over pictionary. In the weeks leading up, Anna had been worried. It was the first Christmas she had spent without Hans in almost seven years after all.

She still missed him some days. Missed the way that he would cuddle and coddle her on his good days. The kisses and the flowers to make up for all the bruises and drunken arguments. Anna knew she was right to get out of there. His bad traits far outweighed the good, and at her core she knew that. She might not even be alive if Elsa and Kristoff hadn't come and got her out that day. 

But some part of her still missed him, or perhaps she just missed the feeling of being a part of a couple. The feeling came in waves, apparent small moments that would seem insignificant to others. Like now, their pictionary game was divided up into teams of couples or times when Elsa and Kristoff would go on double dates. While other times, the thought of being with someone paralyzed her with fear, never wanting to love someone like that again. The bruises on her skin may have healed, but the ones on her heart hadn't.

Elsa had gotten her started with a therapist when she moved into her sister’s apartment. Elsa knew well enough that Anna wasn’t alright, even before Anna would admit it to herself. She was having nightmares every night, wasn't leaving the house, wouldn't talk to anyone aside from her sister. Anna needed more help than she could provide alone. Therapy helped to bring her back to her feet. She felt less jumpy, less afraid overall when she talked with the therapist. She had a job now, and money of her own to spend without guilt from Hans. She was healing, but other wounds still needed more time. 

Even though she was nervous, something felt better about this Christmas. The California rain replaced the picturesque Colorado snow she was used to, but it was beautiful in its own way. While others might describe the weather as less than ideal, it felt homey to Anna. The decorations she and Elsa put up felt real and authentic compared to the decor Hans arranged to be put up every year. And a December 23rd with pizza and good friends was most definitely better than a December 24th with caviar and her high society "friends".

"Come on, Anna! Your turn, siblings versus siblings!" Ryder called coming over to give her a shake on the arm. Anna reflexively jerked backwards. She tried to brush it off, but Ryder noticed. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Let's go play." Anna gave him a half smile. "Elsa and I are going to kick your butts!"

"Oh no you aren't!"

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Anna woke up to a scream the next morning coming from Elsa's room. She bolted out of bed, running to her big sister's bedroom.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" Anna asked before she was able to take in the scene.

"Anna! Amundsen! They- they approved our grant! Oh my god, oh my god!" Elsa squealed in a way that Anna had never seen before. She pulled her laptop screen and showed it to Anna. "Dr. Porter and Ms. Arendelle, we here at Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station are happy to inform you that the National Science Foundation has approved your grant for an extended stay in Antarctica for your study on microorganisms in glacial environments!"

Anna's eyes widened as she realized what her sister was saying. Elsa and her advisor had been working on that grant for months with a hope and prayer for their dream project. "Elsa, that's amazing!" She grabbed Elsa into a tight hug.

"I- I can't believe it's actually gonna happen." Elsa wiped at her eyes, trying and failing to stop her tears. "I've dreamed about it for so long. It doesn't seem real."

Anna gave Elsa a squeeze. "It very much is real, Elsie, very much so. That's one hell of a Christmas present though. I'm not sure Maren or I will be able to match that," she teased.

"Oh hush," Elsa teased.

"Says the one screaming at 7:30 in the morning."

Elsa blushed heavily with her eyes softening. "Sorry. I couldn't help it." Her eyes drifted to her girlfriend lying in bed softly snoring. "I'm surprised I didn't wake her up."

"Vodka can certainly work some magic," Anna laughed. "...among other things."

"Anna!" she scolded playfully. "We haven't done...whatever it is you're insinuating."

"Sure you haven't." Anna rolled her eyes before taking her sister's hand. "Come on! We've got celebratory pancakes to make!"

Elsa smiled, allowing her sister to drag her to the kitchen. "Chocolate chip?"

"What kind of celebration would it be without them?"

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Christmas Eve and Christmas Day went by in a blur. There was plenty of good food and cheer all around as Anna and Elsa jumped from house to house. Ever since their parents had passed five years ago, Christmas was spent with found families of all shapes and sizes.

Elsa had grown to love Christmas in a way she hadn't as a child. Their parents were kind and loving and there was never a lack of presents, but it couldn't compare to extravagance of Christmas Eve with Kristoff's family. A house filled to the brim with children and adults, where dinner was eaten on knees over good conversation, and no one was alone. The first time he brought her, it was overwhelming and scary. But now, it was something to look forward to, something she was glad to share with Anna. 

Bulda, a portly woman of 50, accepted the two of them as if they were part of the family, no questions asked. Well that was a lie. Plenty of people asked them plenty of questions there: what was she studying now, had she been eating enough lately, how long until we can call you Dr. Elsa? But those were questions she would happily answer, questions that were simply part of being in a family.

Anna thrived with Kristoff's family. There were plenty of kids she could run around with and entertain. She told stories about Christmas in Colorado where the snow came from all angles and how it always snowed on Christmas like the songs said. It brought joy to Elsa's heart to see Anna so happy. Her younger sister had always wanted a large family, and it thrilled her to see Anna get what she always desired. Bring with Kristoff's family was a dream come true.

Christmas with Maren's family was calmer in comparison. It was a far more formal affair, and Elsa couldn't help but feel a bit uptight. She had met some of them at the wedding, but it was still nerve-wracking. She wanted to impress, but it proved challenging when all the men sat stiffly with their cigars and the other women were engaged in conversations of marriage and motherhood and white picket fences. Elsa was used to sticking out, but it didn't make it any easier.

"It's okay," Honeymaren whispered in her ear during dinner."That's just how Dad's family is at these things. They're showboating."

"It didn't feel this tight at the wedding," she muttered. "What's different?"

"Open bar."

But soon enough, the day's festivities came to a close. Anna and Elsa ended their night together, just the way they wanted. They exchanged presents with one another before curling up to watch It's a Wonderful Life.

"Did you have a good day?" Elsa asked running an easy hand through her sister's hair.

"I did," Anna said, resting her head against Elsa's side. "Did you?"

Elsa hummed in agreement. "We were together. That's all I've wanted for so long." She felt hot tears falling into her side. Elsa looked down to see her sister crying. "Anna, love, what's wrong?" she asked, wiping away tears.

"It's my fault we haven't been together all those years! If I just left him! If I didn't believe his lies! We could have- we could have!" Anna broke into heavy sobs in her sister's arms.

Elsa felt her heart shatter, just like it did every time Anna blamed herself. She would be damned if that manipulative asshole ruined Anna's first Christmas in forever though. "Anna. Look at me," she said gently. Elsa knew firsthand how easily scared Anna could get in this state. "You are not at fault for his choices and what he did to you and how he made you feel. You did what you thought was right. And I never want you to think that I'm upset because you did what you needed to survive."

Anna sobbed loudly in her arms while Elsa rubbed soft circles on her back. "I love you more than anyone or anything, Anna. You are not unworthy of that love, regardless of anything that has happened in our past or anything that will happen in our future. Do you understand?"

Anna nodded as she clinged to Elsa. Her tears were starting to slow, but she still felt so so much. "Thank you."

"Why don't we get ready for bed? It's been a long day for everyone," Elsa suggested, looking around the room at their three cats, happily sleeping.

Anna nodded again. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight? I don't... I don't wanna be alone right now."

Elsa stood and offered a hand to her sister. "Only if you bring your own blanket. You're a blanket hog!" she teased.

Anna smiled, taking her hand. "At least I don't talk in my sleep!"

"You can put headphones on and ignore my lectures. There's nothing I can do about a cold bed!" It made them both laugh. "Come on, you stinker, let's go."

Anna fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, while Elsa's insomnia visited her yet again. But for once, she didn't mind. The day was great. Her grant was approved. She spent a lovely day with Maren and her family. But best of all, her sister was safe and sound, and they were together. That truly was the greatest present of all.

[kpoprunsmylifenow]

ATEEZ Masterlist

Best Friend!Ateez ~ You get attacked by some sasaengs the same night you were supposed to have movie night. You cancel on them last minute and they all are whiny about it. They text you and ask why you won’t come and try and bribe you into coming over. Seonghwa finds out why you aren’t coming and tells the guys. Pissed and furious, Seonghwa convinces them that they should stay home while he goes to see you.

So Grateful for your Boys ~ You'd just broken up with your cheating ex boyfriend when you see him again at a party. The boys proceed to help you get over it and cheer you up while they're at it.

Series: Prince!AU

Seonghwa Part 2

Hongjoong 

Yunho 

Yeosang 

San 

Mingi 

Wooyoung 

Jongho

Soulmate!AU

Seonghwa 

Hongjoong 

Yunho 

Yeosang 

San 

Mingi 

Wooyoung 

Jongho

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ Seonghwa ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

Oneshots

I’ll Be Home Soon ~ Seonghwa decided that he wasn’t going to go explore the city today, but he was going to talk to you.

Management Sucks ~ You had a meeting with their management and he told you something you never thought you'd hear ever, you had to break up with him.

Blind for Your Love ~ Seonghwa really, truly is blind.

Blurbs

“I’m scared” “Please hold me”

“We’re not even dating” “Then maybe we should start” “I missed your dumb smile”

“You’re cute when your angry” “Yeah, well I’m about to be real adorable”

13, 18, 25

Stop picking me up when we fight! It’s not fair! 

You are supposed to put the wine in the food, not drink it.

You think you can beat a woman in her own game?

 I do see the appeal in wanting to start a fight with her, but you do realize she would absolutely destroy you.

“Ew, you stink. Go take a shower” “Only if you shower with me”

“I’m coming over.”

“aww no kiss for me?”

“I’m not good enough for you.” “You deserve so much better.”

“Just pretend to be my date.” “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

“Are you still awake…?” “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Social Media AU

Badboy!au

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ Hongjoong ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

Oneshots

Warm Tones or Cool Tones

~ You decide to paint Hongjoong’s fingernail cause it was chipping and he had a performance coming up.

I Love You Mrs. Kim

~ It’s your wedding and Hongjoong pulls out all the stops for your vows.

Take a Break Please

~ You're at Hongjoong's studio but he won't take a break.

Pain or Painless?

~  Who knew having a soulmate would hurt.

Blurbs

“I crave affection” “I only want you to cuddle me!”

2,6,26

“I can’t believe you” “Ew, you stink. Go take a shower” “Only if you shower with me”

I really want to talk to you. And not through the door.

Why are you sleeping underneath my bed?

“I made a mistake.” “It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“Aren’t you just adorable?” “I’m not short.”

“Don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me.” ���I can be your blanket.”

“Were you ever going to tell me?” “I am not losing you again!”

Social Media AU

Soft bf!au

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ Yunho ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

Oneshots

Bear ~ Lazy day with Yunho.

Birthday Boy Vlive ~ It's Yunho's birthday and you decide to surprise him by watching his vlive.

Safe and Sound ~ When nightmares hit you, Yunho shows you that he’ll always be there.

Blurbs

 “You’re an asshole” “Because you love me”

“We’re best friends, so of course this was going to be disastrous”

Let me explain human feelings to you. 

Truth is that most of us don’t exist anymore.

The only time I’ve seen you smile was when s/he’s smiling.

“True love is when you bully each other, but you know, it’s in a funny romcom way”

“When you love someone, you don’t just stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Especially then!”

Social Media AU

Soft bf!au

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ Yeosang❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

Oneshots

Surprise ~ Yeosang’s S/O surprises him while on tour because he missed her a lot.

Why Did I Fall for the Bad Boy  ~ You should've known better than to fall for the bad boy and resident player. But it was a bet that started it all.

The Best Apologies ~ Your friends helped you so much after that mess with Yeosang at prom. But when one of them starts to push you to talk to Yeosang, you cave.

After Late Night Practice ~ It was Yeosang's first time staying the night at your house.

How the Hell? ~ It was only clothes!

Ruined Surprises ~ Accidentally walking in, you saw something you probably shouldn’t have.

Blurbs

“What- what are you doing? Why are you winking?” “I need a hug”

“I’m too cute to resist” “Don’t give me that look”

“Your hand is so sweaty.” “Deal with it, we are holding hands.” 

You need to pay the kiss toll. Are they really worth starting a war for?

“Where are my morning kisses?!”

Social Media AU

Soft bf!au

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ San ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

Oneshots

My Two Boys ~ You’re babysitting your younger brother which ruined your plans of having a date with your boyfriend. Your bf doesn’t mind and says that he’ll help you watch him. Your brother ends up loving him and won’t let him go.

Cheer Up Buttercup ~ an gives you some encouragement before take an exam and then he comes and visits.

Surprise Surprise ~ You decide to surprise San at one of their fansigns.

A Birthday Surprise ~ You're parents didn't agree with your relationship with your bad boy boyfriend but you didn't care, he treated you like a queen. And today is your birthday and he has a surprise for you.

The Grey One ~ This was your first night staying with your boyfriend.

Blurbs

“This is probably going to end up with us in jail”

“Be my fake boyfriend/girlfriend/partner!”

“Ew, I wouldn’t date any of you. Except maybe (name)” “My lap is the best seat here”

Sorry, I had to move away so I won’t punch you. 

Are you sure you want me as an assistant? You know I have problem holding in my options and snarky comments, right?

“Let’s not stoop down to his level!” “No, you’re right, let’s go one under it.” 

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?” “Look at me—just breathe, okay?”

“I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”

“I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat.”

Social Media AU

Soft San and Stressed Reader

Badboy!au

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ Mingi ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

Oneshots

I Miss You When You’re Gone ~ You're having a tough time at uni and Mingi's on tour. You'd facetime every once and a while, but you'd always end up doing some homework. When you'd miss him the most, your roommate would catch you crying. Suddenly your phone is going off with a facetime call. You answered and hid your face, knowing that he'd see that you were crying. He asks about your day and you decide to tell him how much you'd been struggling cause you miss him. He says he misses you too and that he has a surprise for you and that it'd be there in a couple of days.

It’s Okay to be Sad Sometimes ~ You hadn't left you bed all day, but Mingi and the guys knew how to cheer you up.

Bad Boy and the Bad Girl ~ No one knew you were a bad girl. So when you start to have issues with your brother, what happens when your brother’s friend Mingi is there to help you?

Late Nights ~ Mingi always came by your house after he got into fights.

Thanksgiving Cookies ~ Who allowed Mingi in the kitchen?

Blurbs

“Will you marry me?”

You can keep pretending that it didn’t happen and keep avoiding me, but I can’ do it anymore.

“None of this is your fault.” “I know it hurts.”

You need to pay the kiss toll.

My butt is not a drum, dude.

Stop picking me up when we fight! It’s not fair! 

“Are you still awake…?” “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”

“Let’s move in together.”

“When I picture myself happy… It’s with you.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

“I could kiss you right now!”

“I’m not jealous.”

Social Media AU

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋Coming Soon❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ Wooyoung ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

Oneshots

Protective ~ You get hurt during a fight and Wooyoung is there.

After Tour ~ Wooyoung comes home from tour and cuddles pursue. 

Meet My Best Friend ~ Wooyoung wants you to meet his best friend who’s had a crush on him for a long time.

Stood Up ~ All you were doing was trying to finish your project with Hongjoong, but Wooyoung just wouldn't leave you alone. So what happens when you fall for the bad boy when you're also the bad girl?

It was always You ~ After so many lies, you didn’t even know what to believe anymore.

It was always You Pt. 2 ~ After Wooyoung wouldn’t leave you alone, you decided to let him explain.

Blurbs

29 +41 +62 +90

“Wait, you love me?! People don’t even like me!” “Maybe I’ll consider it, if you give me another kiss”

“We are getting a divorce.”  “I do think you need to marry me before you can do that.”

You can’t dirty talk your way out of this!

Cute Woo blurb

“Can I live with you guys?”

Social Media AU

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋Coming Soon❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ Jongho ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

Oneshots

My Lovely Guy ~ Y/N boyfriend goes to another school but they’ve been dating for a while but their friends have never met him before. So they take them with to one of their BF’s games and they finally meet him. They meet his friends and they all end up hanging out afterwards.

I’m Sorry Guys ~ You were always insecure about your status with your  best friend, and his girlfriend made sure that you left him alone.

Pick Me Up  ~ Part 2 to I’m Sorry Guys

Vacation ~ You’re on vacation with Jongho and the boys, but he just wants a day to have you all to himself.

Science ~ You honestly didn’t know what to expect when Jongho came home, but it wasn’t this.

Blurbs

“Newsflash asshole! I’ve been in love with you the entire goddamn time!”

“I need a hug” “You’re so warm”

25, 26, 27

Mornings Spent with Jongho

Social Media AU

❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋Coming Soon❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋

[secretshinigami]

Masterlist of Demegawa-chan’s Special Prompts

A compiled list of everyone’s prompts from the exchange – thank you for letting us post them, and we hope you guys enjoy them! Prompts are organized by their submitter, so be sure to give credit if you use one.

niatsuki

Near and Light kissing

Mikami and Light in the rain sharing an umbrella

Misa in a suit

Domestic Mikalight

Matsuda confronting Near on the theory he brings up at the end of the manga

Nate and Light having an obtuse argument, but with romantic undertones

toygowther

Light wearing a crop top, high waisted jeans and fishnets, and a choker. 

L having a nice day out in the park eating ice cream with Maki and Near 

Musical!Light smiling

Misa in a cute gothic dress doing a finger heart

L and Light wearing Misa Misa merch at one of her concerts.

AU in which Light is actually a woman. The fic would follow how Misa reacts to it and if she would still want to be her girlfriend.

Role swap au. Light as Misa and Misa as Light.

Light and Misa meeting a different way and actually forming a healthy relationship. 

spaceblue

L, Naomi & B shenanigans

Naomi, Wedy and Lidner as Charlie's angels (or L's angels?)

Wammy kids as Pokemon trainers

Matt gets the rest of the Wammy kids to play Smash with him

Naomi and L after the end of LABB, after he says his name is Rue Ryuzaki 

Drama!L and drama!Raye Penber bickering 

hazblogs

your take on A's gender and sexuality, bonus points if they're not a cis man and straight

Mello and sun imagery

Beyond Birthday and his eyes

Near with Hanahaki disease (pick who it's about if you want a specific ship)

Mello and witchcraft, if possible in the canon universe

Naomi interacting with Beyond (au or canon), if possible talking about L or the Wammy kids

L/Light being soulmates, in canon or in an AU

how Matt started smoking (I am comfortable with heavy drug themes)

polyphenols

L learning to garden, paint, cook, do taxes, care for an animal, or pay for a parking ticket for the first time

All the times L has cursed Right In Front Of The Task Force (poor Soichiro)

L alone, dressed for the cold, in a cathedral during midnight hours, gazing at the altar in silent contemplation

Aiber and Wedy at an evening gala on a mission

L and Alessandro Juliani warmly shaking hands

Young Naomi in a darkened room with red string and case clippings everywhere

What chain of events led to Quillsh Wammy deciding to adopt L and care for him?

Matsuda cant swim and he’s knocked into a body of water on a case, one of the task force has to go after him

The conversation that happened between L and Rem before he walked out onto that rooftop

L traveling somewhere exotic for a case, meets celebrity of your choice and becomes unlikely friends, takes down crime circle together 

Naomi and L interact side by side as partners during a seperate case  

paralllaxes

16 year old Gevanni (normal day or family banter)

Naomi in modern clothing

the SPK in one of those cheesy family pictures.

Naomi thinking about LABB while in Japan

SPK found family stuff / domesticity

Naomi being with the SPK (with or without Raye is the author's choice)

kiranatrix

Light and L in emo/goth clothes or in an emo band

Light in a crown on a throne

Ryuk doing something funny or playing a prank while invisible

L and Light on a road trip

Misa painting Rem’s looooong nails or giving her a makeover

Death Note characters as birds! 

Sayu gets a grumpy parrot and Light doesn’t realize it can talk until after he hears it repeat some Kira plan thing, so he has to adopt it to keep it from spilling on him

L and Light talk about something important that happened to them in their childhood

L has to deal with growing amount of Light’s products in their shared shower and tries some out of curiosity with disasterous results

Light accidentally eats the last piece of cake in Kira HQ and L can’t deal at 4am

Lawlight Apocalypse AU of any variety 

Beyond breaks out of prison after LABB, where does he go?

47gaslamps

The task force with portentous umbrellas

Halle, symbolically framed between Near and Mello

Naomi kicking Light's butt after he attempts to use force

Matsuda gives Yamamoto a welcome-aboard to the former Task Force / 

AU where the drawer IS forced open

Misa has to shield Light from the paparazzi

translightyagami

Light and L in a crowded apartment, obviously lived in, playing piano next to each other

Light sewing something like his father's suit jacket or a shirt Mikami tore

Indulgent ask for my cryptid AU L and Light sitting in a graveyard having a nice time

Light having a smoke before he has to go tell his parents he's moving in with Misa

Light and Sayu having a difficult conversation where they're both saying they're gay without out loud saying it

Near goes to a Lego building event and meets a nice boy who isn't a Wammy kid

almostsane-things

Wammy's kid(s) of your choice sitting on the roof, watching the sky

Beyond Birthday and Candy Guro

DN characters in a rock band, maybe the shinigami are their mascots

Draw a less appreciated character but try something new with your style/medium. (i.e. use different brushes, incorporate a traditional art/craft like painting or cross-stitch, make a collage piece, go abstract, etc)

L in prison

Misa and Sayu becoming friends/ hanging out

The legend of Kira, how has the story of Kira changed over time in universe? Do people believe it was something supernatural, a government conspiracy, a group of vigilantes, or perhaps it's faded to nothing but a cautionary tale for misbehaving kids

A DN character enjoys that thing you really like/ find interesting to learn about, and shares that interest with someone else. (i.e. Matt plays your favorite video game with someone, Linda teaches someone about gardening, etc)

weneedtotalkaboutdeathnote

A hot double date with BBxDemegawa and LxHiguchi

B meeting L (any context is fine).

Naomi and Raye getting coffee together, having a nice time.

L can see ghosts, but he chooses to ignore them. This becomes increasingly had to do when B’s spirit shows up during the Kira investigation.

An Au where L defeated Kira, grew older, and basically disappeared. Older Mello (mid 20sish, now a detective) follows a lead that takes him to the washed up L. 

Non serial killer, "Unprivate Detective" Beyond Birthday works on a case with Naomi Misora.

pensulliwen

Misa making Valentine’s Day chocolate, perhaps while daydreaming about a fantastically unlikely result of giving them to Light.

Rem holding Misa as they fly over the city.

Meme redraws featuring Misa, Light, and L. Just go crazy. Any ridiculous meme image, shove these dorks in there instead.

Misa convincing Rem to take her flying, the feelings they both experience in the air together.

Misa and Mogi on a shopping “date” in which the unlikely pair manage to work together surprisingly well.

Light considers eliminating Misa from the equation many times, but there’s always something that stops him. Explore how he views her and the dissonance between how he views her versus how he views himself, as well as the reasoning for keeping her around longer than intended. 

izaori

Demegawa in a hot tub but instead of water its money

Mello playing soccer with the other kids (like Matt for example). 

Matsuda playing cookie clicker, because he's obsessed.

Young Demegawa when he first got his job, maybe a few months into the job.

Sayu studying for her big exam coming up so she goes to big bro Light for help.

Ryuk discovers sour green apples rather than just the red ones. Maybe Sidoh discovers dark chocolate/white chocolate at the same time.

mikami

High school age Mikami in a high school uniform.

MikaLight out on a date

anything L/Higuchi

A Sakura TV Documentary about the Kiras. 

MikaLight office romance, non-Kira AU.

Write me a fic about Demegawa. Can definitely be comedy, but please take the character somewhat seriously.

ghostoftasslehoff

L and Light playing piano together.

L with a kitty

Sayu and ‘Ryuzaki’ meeting, and hitting it off 

Matsuda recieving a present or something from a ‘secret admirer’

A day in the life of Matsuda (away from the task force)

L and B’s first meeting (can be shippy or not, whichever my Shinigami prefers)

L tries to engage in punnery with the task force, but only one person engages (preference for Light, but surprise me!)

Sayu’s (or Sachiko’s) thoughts on Light’s new secretive actions as Kira becomes more and more active 

tzigi

(All canon-compliant)

L gets first suspicions about a string of heart attacks which may be a new murder case for him

Light’s first day at To-Oh after L’s death

Light’s first day of work at the NPA 

Near tries to pick up L’s investigation

Why did Near go back to L’s original font for the “L” logo between chapter 108 and the C-Kira oneshot? 

A non-Lawlight rendering of the first evening of Light being chained to L after everyone else has already gone to sleep (preferably in keeping with the One Day one-shot) 

Light begging Ryuk for his life

Light’s funeral

catfishmaster

The main characters (plus B) as DND characters

Older Near (like 25-30) with a bunch of cats he keeps for company

Roger bonding with Near after the Kira case.

Beyond Birthday faked his death in 2004 and now lives alone as a poor and pretty miserable theatre actor with a fake name. Oh, and also it's a Kira wins au.

Years after the Kira case has concluded, L takes on Near as an apprentice.

Matt takes Near on a tour of an afterlife-like world they both wound up in. It's more like a dreamscape than anything else but it serves as an afterlife.  

[dontshootmespence]

One Boy’s Plan

A/N: An anon request for a Jemily piece where Henry is trying to get them together. Separated, but still very much friendly, Will helps Henry get JJ and Emily together. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @lukeassmanalvez @rmmalta @sarahkay-19 @marvelfanlife @amarislestrange @obsessed5sosfreak @sonhadoraativa @1enchantedfantasy1 @ace-and-rosey @ssamango @twelveyearoldchildprodigy @offbrandcursewords @entelechysymphony @milkandcookies528 @pugs-cats-bb-8 @davidr0ssi

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As Henry sat on the couch with his video game in hand, he looked up from the screen. Apparently, he’d been pondering the question for quite a while, but to Will it came out of nowhere. “Dad? Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course, Henry,” he drawled. “What is it?”

Even at six years old, Henry seemed to be fairly intuitive regarding people’s feelings. “You want mommy to be happy right? Even if you aren’t together anymore?”

Will loved JJ more than pretty much anyone else in the world, but with so much time apart, the in love piece of the puzzle had lost its edge for both of them, so they thought it best to split. No matter what, she was the mother of his child. She wanted him to find happiness with someone else and he wanted the same for her. “Absolutely. Mommy wants the same for me. Why?”

“Because I think she’s in love.”

Will hadn’t looked up the entire time, but that brought his attention up to his son. “Really? With who?”

“Aunt Emily.”

His lips spread into a smile. While their relationship had seemed completely platonic while they were together, Will had started feeling the same thing. Emily and JJ had always been close, but even though they’d decided on separation together, it had still been hard on both of them, and he had been spending time with his parents, while JJ had been spending more and more time with Emily. Something had changed within their relationship, but he didn’t think they were dating yet. If anyone would take his place as the significant other in JJ’s life, he would’ve been okay if it was Emily - more than okay. They’d be great for each other. “I kind of think so too.”

“I asked mommy about it, and she said she really likes Emily but she’s afraid to say anything.” He was talking about his mother’s love for her best friend, and yet he was sitting there playing a game like it were nothing; the innocence of a child. “And I know Emily loves Mommy. Sometimes I see her staring at Mommy’s butt. I think that might mean she likes her.”

“It doesn’t always have to,” Will laughed - he didn’t want to teach his son that he should stare at someone’s butt if you liked them, but... “But in this case I think it might be true.” His intuitiveness definitely came from his mother; he was clueless. 

“I want to get Mommy and Emily together. Or at least try to. I know I can’t force it.”

“No, you can’t,” Will replied. “But I think I can help you with that.”

                                                             ----

Over the next week or so, Will tried to think of a way to get the two together, and then, to his surprise, Henry approached with a plausible idea. “Mommy and Emily are supposed to go see a movie together after work at the end of the week. What if you ask her to have dinner at home afterwards and she can invite Emily. And then you can say you have to leave so that they can be alone. I’ll go play a video game or something so they can really be alone.”

“That actually sounds like it might kind of work,” he said in all seriousness. “Alright, let me text Mommy and see if I can get her to come over. If not, then we have to think of something else.”

“Okay.” Henry ran away happily toward his bedroom, secure in the fact that he’d thought up a good enough idea. He’d noticed his mother feeling sad at the end of the day without someone to come home to. Hopefully, this would work so she didn’t have to be sad anymore. 

After a few text exchanges, Will got JJ to agree to have dinner with him, Emily and Henry at her apartment, the one they used to share, later in the week after she and Emily saw whatever movie they were going to see. 

Walking down the hallway with a pep in his step, Will opened up the door to Henry’s room. “Our plan is in motion.” Henry clapped and hopped off the bed, exchanging a high five with his dad.

                                                            ----

That Friday night, Will made penne pasta and meatballs with Henry’s help. JJ couldn’t help but feel like a very lucky woman, despite the fact that things hadn’t worked out between them. They were still friends and Henry had an amazing relationship with his father. “How was your movie?” He asked. Henry turned around to show Emily and his mother his hands; they were clean now, bur before he’d had meatball guts all over them; he was very proud of himself. 

After putting on a little background music, the four of them sat down to dinner. “Did you wash your hands?” JJ asked her little boy.

“Yup! I did it right after I helped Daddy with the meatballs.”

Three adults and one child sat down to dinner, taking heaping, and on Henry’s part not-so-heaping portions of pasta and meatballs. It had been a long, yet enjoyable day. It was only about ten minutes into their meal that Will pretended he had a phone call. “I have to go,” he said upon his return to the kitchen. “I’m so sorry, but I just got a call from Thompson. He’s been in a bit of a scrape on the road and needs my help.”

JJ’s eyes went wide. Thompson, Will’s partner at the precinct was one of his best friends. “Is everything okay?”

“Yea,” he said, his breath heavy and full of uncertainty. “It’s probably nothing, but I need to make sure she’d okay. Have another meatball for me, Henry.”

“Okay dad.” After putting on his coat, he turned to leave and Henry ran to him, giving him a big hug and whispering in his ear. “The phone call was fake, right?”

Will gave him a slight nod and they exchanged their usual handshake. High five up, high five down, smack the front of the palm and then smack the back of the palm and end with a thumbs up, and on Will’s part normally a kiss on the forehead too. “I’ll let you know what’s going on as soon as I know.”

“Love you, Will,” JJ said.

“Love you, Dad!”

“Love you!” Emily laughed. “Stay safe.”

Henry smiled to himself. So far, their plan was well under way. It was working. With his video game nearby and a mommy to make happy, he was eager to finish his food, so he ate one more meatball and a couple pieces of pasta before asking to be excused. “Can I play my video games in my room?” he asked JJ.

“Have you finished your homework?”

“It’s Friday. My school doesn’t do homework on the weekends.”

JJ had apparently lost track of the days. That was one of the big reasons they’d placed Henry in that particular school - there was a different between being educational and reinforcing what you learned during the week, and swarming kids as young as five and six with so much homework that they didn’t have the opportunities to just be children. “Oh yea, I forgot. Then yes you can.”

Henry happily ran inside and immediately sat down to play, but he was also a little bit nosy because he kept the volume down; that was the best way to play his game and also make sure his and his dad’s plan was still on track. 

**

Outside, JJ and Emily finished their meal, packaging up the leftovers to have during the week. “Well, this didn’t turn out to be the dinner I thought it would be,” Emily laughed nervously. While she had harbored some slight feelings for JJ when she was with Will, now that they were separated, they’d definitely intensified; she really had no idea what was keeping her from confessing how she felt to the woman who’d been her best friend for so many years.

“True, but that’s okay. You wanna stay over for a little while longer? Have a drink?” JJ asked. Maybe if the two of them had a little liquid courage in their systems, JJ might be able to finally tell Emily that she wanted to see if their relationship might be anything more than what it already was. 

Truthfully, there was nowhere else Emily wanted to go. Maybe the booze would help her speak the truth she’d been holding for so long. “Sounds good to me. You have ice cream? We can have ice cream and wine!”

JJ’s mouth dropped open. The was a brilliant plan. “Yes, I do! Chocolate chip cookie dough and red wine?”

“I never say no to wine,” she laughed. The way Emily’s effortless smile lit up the room was one of the reasons JJ had found herself drawn to her best friend in a different way recently. It was nothing overt; just all of a sudden, the things that she’d noticed before held a different meaning. They both grabbed for a spoon in the drawer, their skin gently raking against each other and bringing a warmth to JJ’s body. Hopefully with the addition of the wine, she’d find her courage. 

JJ got changed into some comfortable clothes and lent some to Emily so they could be comfortable while gorging on ice cream and alcohol. Nearly a glass of wine later, Emily turned to grab the bottle and refilled both their glasses. This was too much fun; she wasn’t driving anywhere tonight.

**

Inside, Henry was trying to think of a way to move things along so he went out in the hallway and turned the thermostat down a few degrees. Sneakily, he tiptoed back into his room and waited for the right moment.

**

“It’s getting cold in here,” Emily said. Despite the alcohol in their systems, it was pretty cold. A flush from the bathroom caught her attention and Henry ran out with a blanket in hand. “Are you cold, Aunt Emily? Here’s a blanket.”

Emily pulled him in and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. “Share with me!” JJ said as the shivers ran up her spine and made her hair stand on edge. Henry ran back inside. Mission accomplished.

Now under the blanket together and working on their third glass of wine each, the two women found their fingers entangling of their own accord. “Em, I think I have feelings for you.” She almost took it back immediately as the warmth of embarrassment was washing over her, but when she looked to the side, Emily didn’t seem surprised.

“You do?”

JJ swallowed hard and squeezed Emily’s hand. “Yea. I don’t know where it came from, but it happened and I don’t really know what to do with it.”

“Maybe we can both do something about it.” Reaching her hand up, Emily grazed the side of JJ’s face, pushing her blonde locks back behind her ear. For months, she’d wanted to know what it felt like to kiss her, and now here she was doing exactly that; the way their lips moved against each other exceeded both of their expectations. “Do you want to see where this might go? Because I...I would really like that.”

Sleepily, JJ smiled against Emily’s shoulder, resting there for a moment until the door to Henry’s room opened again. 

When he saw them sitting closer, he was pretty sure their plan had worked, so he jumped up onto the back of the couch and sure enough, he saw them holding hands; they pulled away quickly. “It’s okay. You and Aunt Emily like each other don’t you?” Henry asked.

Both women hesitated, but then Emily spoke up. “Yea we do. Is that okay with you?”

Henry smiled. “Of course. I knew you and mommy liked each other. I was right.”

The little boy started to turn back toward his room when JJ called him back. “Henry? Did you suggest inviting Aunt Emily over?”

Without hesitation, he agreed. “Yup. Daddy and I said that you two needed some time alone and then you’d tell each other that you liked each other, so we set it up.”

“You little sneak!” JJ exclaimed.  “What?” Henry shrugged. “It worked, didn’t it?” JJ and Emily did a double take between each other and Henry, finally putting the pieces together. Will had left on purpose. “Night, Mommy! Night, Aunt Emily!”

“Goodnight, you sneak!” They said simultaneously.

[howblunt]

1-98 weird asks!

First off: Thank you so much! I’m very excited to answer all of these :) 

Second off: Let’s begin

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? 

Coffee Mugs 

 2. chocolate bars or lollipops? 

lollipops for sure 

 3. bubblegum or cotton candy? 

bubblegum! (though i do love cotton candy)

 4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? 

honestly I’m not sure. I’m sure it was something about me being quite and bad at participating 

 5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? 

(reusable) Plastic cups 

 6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? 

I love the look of pastel 

but I think I dress more preppy ? with a hint of grunge(maybe goth) 

 7. earbuds or headphones?

I wear earbuds more often but I do prefer headphones 

 8. movies or tv shows? 

MOVIES

 9. favorite smell in the summer? 

how the pool smells and sunscreen 

 10. game you were best at in p.e.? 

none. P.E. was awful.

Stick to the back and hope the ball doesn’t come at me, that’s how I lived. 

 11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? 

Cereal. I am a simple woman 

 12. name of your favorite playlist? 

currently it is my “Jean + Scott angst (and love)” playlist off spotify 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3VAC9t28sIrgO7Y4os5a34

 13. lanyard or key ring? 

key ring 

 14. favorite non-chocolate candy? 

anything gummy but more specifically gummy worms 

 15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

Wide Sargasso Sea 

If you like Gothic novels with some unrequited love and desire… hit this book up. Look up the plot of Jane Erye first.. it’s like a prequel. Btw I hated Jane Erye. But love Wide Sargasso Sea. Lots of symbolism and even witch craft 

 16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Legs stretched out, both on the ground 

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

My black tennis shoes. Very comfortable 

 18. ideal weather? 

Fall weather. Wind and sunshine 

 19. sleeping position?

Usually on my right side. But I wake up on my back

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? 

Laptop

 21. obsession from childhood?

Barbie dolls! and my little pony+ littlest pet shop 

 22. role model? 

This is a hard one because I don’t really have anyone. But I guess Dan Aykroyd (my senior quote is from him) 

 23. strange habits? 

biting the inside of my mouth, fidgeting + folding up papers that are given to me (like in mass), and chewing my straws 

 24. favorite crystal? 

Rose quartz and orange Calcite

 25. first song you remember hearing?

Here Comes the Sun

My mom used to sing it in the morning to wake up my sister and me 

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? 

Swim

Or walk/ride my bike to the library 

 27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

curl up in a blanket and stay inside 

 28. five songs to describe you? 

(In no order)

Not Today by Twenty One Pilots 

Wow, I’m Not Crazy by AJR 

xanny by Billie Eilish 

I’m In Love With My Car by Queen

Why Do You Feel So Down by Declan McKenna 

 29. best way to bond with you? 

Going shopping (clothes or other). This way we can chat and also have something to do 

 30. places that you find sacred?

The library and church 

 31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? 

idk full outfit but my black pleated skirt makes me feel good 

 32. top five favorite vines? 

In no order

*girl vapes* wow

I smell like beef 

Lets’s tell each other secrets. I’ll go first, I hate you. 

Chris is that a weed?!

This is how I enter my house. What’s up fuckers?! 

 33. most used phrase in your phone? 

omg

 34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? 

that one for the shampoo made for curly hair. and it goes “That’s curl power”

 35. average time you fall asleep? 

11 or 12 during the week. 1 or 2 for weekends 

 36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? 

Rage comics. idk which specifically. But i used to run a rage comic meme account. I was pretty popular ;)

37. suitcase or duffel bag? 

suitcase

 38. lemonade or tea? 

lemonade (though i do LOVE tea)

 39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cakes 

 40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?  

omg so. There was this girl who told on this other girl for cheating on a test. Then like the whole grade just ganged up on this other girl and started calling her “the snitch” because the cheater’s friend group started saying “snitches get stitches” (lol even tho i went to an all girls, majority white + prissy + upper class, catholic school but go off) that went on for too long.

at some party they started to chant “snitches get stitches” 

the girl who started the chant then got suspended 

41. last person you texted? 

my ex. (it was a good breakup) 

 42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? 

jacket pockets 

 43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? 

hoodie 

 44. favorite scent for soap?

strawberry 

 45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi (lmao x-men is under sci-fi at the library. so it counts) 

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? 

XL t-shirt from giving blood and some very loose pajama shorts 

 47. favorite type of cheese?

American

 48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? 

Mango (I eat enough to turn into one)

 49. what saying or quote do you live by? 

“Comparison will kill you”

 50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

OMG so there was this big spider web. And me and a friend thought it would be funny to call another friend over. And then be like “’lol u just walked passed a huge spider”–we didn’t think she would walk into it or near it because it was right by the edge of a lake we were by. So we call her over and this girl starts sprinting over toward us and RIGHT toward the spider web, and she had this big smile. And my friend and I yelled at her to stop. And when we were laughing saying she was about to run into a spider web and showed her the big spider, she began to freak out (maybe even cry). 

She was okay after the shock and fear wore off. 

I literally have tears in my eyes from typing this 

 51. current stresses? 

My friend moving away really far 

Starting school

making new friends 

 52. favorite font? 

I honestly don’t have one

 53. what is the current state of your hands? 

kinda dry

 54. what did you learn from your first job?

That I really love kids

 55. favorite fairy tale? 

Little Red Riding Hood and Rapunzel 

 56. favorite tradition?

Every one of my family’s Christmas traditions 

 57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? 

My self doubt

sharing my art + writing 

My self confidence + learning my worth 

 58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I can play the piano

I can draw and paint

I can embroider and sew (not well but I have fun)

I can write pretty creative stories 

 59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Oh gosh, now what?”

 60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? 

Magical Girl Anime

 61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Darjeeling Limited directed by Wes Anderson: “What’s wrong with you?” / “Let me think about that. I’ll tell you the next time I see you.” / “Sure, tell me then.” / “Thanks for using me.” / “You’re Welcome.” 

 62. seven characters you relate to?

Will from Stranger Things (with the whole not wanting to give up “childish things” and other stuff his friends are growing out of)

David Wong from John Dies at the End (with how he handles the situation and thinks)

Molly from Booksmart (not the going to a great college or being super smart + looking down on people part. But wanting to go to a party and flirt with cute boys)

Erin from Derry Girls (Tbh, I relate to all the main girls in this show)

Eric from That 70s Show (sometimes)

A mix between Ben and Andy from Parks and Rec

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Good Old Fashion Lover Boy by Queen 

Dance, Baby! by Boy Pablo 

Hooked On A Feeling by Blue Swede 

Fake Happy by Paramore 

Sober Up by AJR

 64. favorite website from your childhood? 

Club Penguin and Webkinz 

 65. any permanent scars?

On my knees from falling as a child. A small scar under my eye from a dog bite 

66. favorite flower(s)? 

Roses and Daisies 

 67. good luck charms?  

I wear this necklace a friend gave me when I am nervous 

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Green Tea flavored Mochi is kinda nasty to me

 69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? 

Dan Aykroyd lost his wallet that he always kept chained to his belt. He was freaking out and searching all over while John Belushi was laughing his butt off

 70. left or right handed?

right 

 71. least favorite pattern?

anything with too many circles / holes 

72. worst subject? 

Anything Science related 

 73. favorite weird flavor combo?

idk but do NOT try lemonade with Doritos. it taste like throw up 

I’ve made this mistake twice 

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

it has to be an 7 or so

 75. when did you lose your first tooth? 

gosh, i’m not sure 

 76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? 

tator tots 

 77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

this is a question for my sister 

 78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

I regularly buy sushi from a grocery store so that works 

the grocery store I go to has a sushi bar and has fresh sushi every day 

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

tbh they both looks kinda good.. not to BRAG. but i guess driver’s license 

 80. earth tones or jewel tones? 

Earth tones

 81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

fireflies 

 82. pc or console? 

pc 

 83. writing or drawing?

BOTH BOTH BOTH BOTH BOTH

both

 84. podcasts or talk radio? 

podcast – no commercials 

 84. barbie or polly pocket? 

Barbie all the WAY! Though I do love me a good polly pocket 

 85. fairy tales or mythology?

Fair Tales

 86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies

though i like making cupcakes more 

 87. your greatest fear?

Being kidnapped and never being found 

 88. your greatest wish?

To find my ideal man

 89. who would you put before everyone else? 

Anyone in my family 

 90. luckiest mistake?

Thinking a test is sooner so I study. But then ending up having another day to study as well. 

91. boxes or bags?

Boxes 

 92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? 

lamps 

(maybe some fairy lights in the background) 

 93. nicknames?

My real name is Veronica but I go by Ronni

Ron Ron, Gonni, Ronica 

 94. favorite season? 

Fall 

 95. favorite app on your phone? 

music 

 96. desktop background? 

I’m a Kaneki slut (Tokyo Ghoul) 

 97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

two

 98. favorite historical era?

style wise: 1800 rococo -- Marie Antoinette period 

media wise: 1970s  

[thoughtsfromparis]

Allison (But Not Allison This Time) and D.J. Fix Your Stupid Problems About Your Best Friend

To be fair, Allison tried on this one.

She wrote me a few days ago asking to bow out of this specific edition. Allison had just taken on two new clients and was now travelling a good chunk of the time. She kept attempting to write this piece but wasn’t happy with it. (After reading her drafts, I concur) Then she did that thing that all weirdos like her and I do – we go all or nothing. In a frazzled state she said, “I can’t commit to this any longer!” She was having a moment. I told her to have her moment, and that I’d handle this one. She’ll come back in the next one. She’s just a spaz.

Here’s what I wrote announcing Allison’s temporary departure.

In visiting Allison last week in her native Ronkonkoma​, we (D.J. and Allison) ate fondue at a local juke joint. Allison’s nerves got the better of her and she drank an entire fifth of white zinfandel during the appetizer course. We were asked to leave as Allison became belligerent when she suspected the waitress of ‘giving me a look probably because she’s jealous of my legs.’ Allison, too intoxicated to drive, left her 2015 Honda Accord in the parking lot and we shared a Lyft back to her flat. Thankfully her roommates slept through Allison crashing into every piece of furniture on the way to her master bedroom. She passed out face first onto her duvet and I did the same next to her. In the morning, for a lark I told Allison that I had enjoyed our vigorous lovemaking, but that she should get tested in the coming weeks. She exploded with violent rage and accused me of sexual misconduct, but before I could explain the joke, I found myself outside her condo – door slammed in my face. She still has my iPhone charger, and I don’t dare ask her to mail it back. She’s pretty peeved about the whole thing, even though all I really did was peek through her underwear drawer for a few seconds whilst she snored. I’m going to give it a few weeks before I ask for her to write the column, and I suspect her self-esteem is low enough to consider partnering again.

None of this is true, of course. I’ve never met Allison Arnone in person. I’m not 100% certain she exists. But I’m excited to keep doing this stupid column about your stupid problems. Enjoy.

My best friend and I live four hours apart, so we don’t get to see each other in person very often. We’re also both very busy with kids and family, so phone calls are once a month and very long — on her end. I hardly get to speak. She drones on and on about people I don’t know, complains about her mother, and tries to sell me products from all four of her different independent consultant/representative businesses, from beauty to nutrition to candles to teas — all the while knowing I’m living paycheck to paycheck. Every time I get off the phone, my blood pressure has risen. I love this woman dearly. We’ve been through a lot together, but I can’t seem to even squeeze in an interesting or amusing comment or two. Help.

D.J. – Okay, time for some tough love. It’s you, not her. That’s the bad news. She’s a selfish narcissist with an agenda. Nothing unique there. Tons of people like that roaming around. But… you’re the one who chooses to be friends with a selfish narcissist with an agenda. Here’s the solution – learn how to set boundaries. Work on your own self-esteem and guess what? These people either get in line or disappear. Because a truly healthy person doesn’t attract friends like that. Since I’ve been a tad rough on you, I’m going to end with some good news. She’s unconscious of her own nuttiness. You have the chance to change. She never will. So – change, ding dong!

She watches NON STOP IDIOT (FOX) NEWS. Need I say more? Okay, I will. She quotes idiotic, untrue, totally delusional political factoids at me. I keep saying, WE CANNOT TALK POLITICS. But she continues. I want to stab her in the eye with a fork. Should I?

D.J. – I’ve been listening to Donald Trump a lot recently in speeches and stuff, and he says FOX news is the best news source. And he’s the president! And there’s no way I’m smarter than the president. I barely made it through correspondence school! Plus, he is a big shot developer and hosted a TV show. That’s kind of badass, right? WE SHOULD OBEY OUR LEADERS.

Some like to think that their lover is their best friend. I thought so, at least. We did nearly everything together. I got my best friend a job at a restaurant. I drove her to and from work everyday and night, when she didn’t drive my car herself. She introduced me to a guy “friend” from work…”you’ll really like him” she said. One day she called me and said “hey, come meet me and Vinny at the bar I want you to meet him.” Surely, I agreed. He shook my hand, bought me a beer, and then a few days later proceeded to fuck my girlfriend. I kicked her out of my house the evening that I found out. Since then she’s keyed my car, threatened me, had men threaten me, try to call me for a shoulder to cry on after other men have dumped her…needless to say I’ve blocked her on all social media (she got so bad I had to block her on PINTEREST!) as well as her phone number…she still calls me to this day. She cheated on me after a year of being “best friends” in September of 2016. The end. Thank god.

D.J. – From what I understand, you’re a lesbian who lost her best friend and lover to a greasy Italian dude. Look, this is what greasy Italians do – they turn lesbians straight. It’s in their DNA. Just ask Allison. While she was never a girl-lover, she ONLY dates guys from Long Island with IROC Camaros (aka Italians). They’re hard to resist, from what I’ve read. So while I can justify your friend’s affair, I cannot condone her keying your car. You should hit back by throwing a bucket of red paint all over Vinny’s leather sport coat

Nothing to add. The image is way funnier than anything I could ever write.

She wants to be in a relationship, but does nothing to put herself out there in the dating world

D.J. – We’ve been poisoned by romantic comedies that suggest that Mr. Right just falls into your life, like when he’s seated next to you at a baseball game and he reaches for a foul ball and trips and ends up in your lap and then you fall in love but his best friend is kind of a jerk and he grabs your ass at a happy hour and you have to decide whether to tell him and you do and it strains his relationship and his friend lies and said you grabbed HIS butt and then he dumps you and then he finds out his friend was lying and to win you back he convinces the guy who runs the scoreboard at the stadium to video him apologizing to you in front of 45k fans. I guess what I’m saying is – tell her to hang out at the ballpark!

My brother publishes stories about my dad’s penis.

D.J. – I did publish a pair of stories about my dad’s pair, and I’m assuming this question came from my sister. To which I say this to her – You are free to write anecdotes on your blog about mom’s vagina. It’s a solid formula to drive web traffic. And we’re both in marketing, so we’re used to selling our souls.

Allison – When I saw this question and realized it had to be from D.J.’s sister, I laughed and told him we’re including this submission in the post.  I then felt bad for her because I realized she had to be related to D.J., and that just sucks.

I love my BFF, but she has the BIGGEST mouth. I want to confide in her and tell her personal things about myself, my family, my love life (or lack thereof) and other friends and it ALWAYS comes out that she’s told other people what I said. We’ve known each other a long time and she’s great, but how can I get her to keep her trap shut??

D.J. – Short answer is that you can’t. She’s going to blabber forever. So, if you’re harboring a terrorist sleeper cell in your neighborhood, you may want to keep that information to yourself. No wait – I’ve got it! TELL HER YOU’RE HARBORING A TERRORIST CELL. She’s blab to Betty, who in turn will blab to Sally, and before you know it, the FBI will be knocking at your door. But, hey – you’re not a terrorist, so no big deal, right? Then, guess whose door they’re hitting next? Your best friend. She’ll likely be put away on a felony charge of something or other. Then when she gets out of jail a few years later, odds are she’ll shut up about your secrets going forward.

She uses my jokes on social media, then doesn’t credit me. Then when I use my own joke, I’m accused of stealing from her.

D.J. – Here’s what you have to realize – 99% of people aren’t funny. But everyone thinks they’re funny. If you’re running around quoting one liners from Will Ferrell movies, you’re not funny. Don’t confuse memorization with humor writing. I was dating a woman last year who was wonderful in every way – and perhaps her most endearing quality is she would say, “I’m not funny.” And she never tried to make a joke. I loved that self-awareness and acceptance. That being said, I had to dump her. I can’t be with an unfunny person. Wait, I feel like I’ve made this all about me. Oh well. You’re on your own!

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