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acourtofsmut · 3 years ago

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part 2: when two stars collide

nova & nyx

Pairings: OC!Female Half-human/Half-Illyrian x Adult!Nyx

Rating: 18+ NSWF

Warnings: slight angst, mention of abuse, nova experiences anxiety/self-doubt, lots and lots of teasing foreplay, nipple play, size kink vibes, dom/sub vibes, mating bond vibes, giving/receiving head, first time giving/receiving head for nova, pet names (good girl, sweet girl, little one, little star), soft restriction/bondage, eating ass, ass play,

Summary: Nova wakes up in Nyx’s townhouse alone. Her anxiety making her doubt the mating bond, but mostly herself. Upon return, Nyx consoles her, then proceeds to get head and give head. (lol… I suck at summaries! but this made me giggle!)

A/N: Hello lovelies, whoops… 🤷🏻‍♀️ I lied about the teaser, but don’t fret… here’s part two of when two stars collide (a.k.a., the continuation to the nova & nyx series). Again, I refuse to let this blog prey upon my perfectionism, so this is not heavily edited, but I am satisfied with it. I ate an edible while I wrote this, soooo… sorry if this feels all over the place to you… and I should warn you this is soft, but filthy. If you haven’t noticed already, I love the booty 🍑🍑🍑 not a lot of acotar smut writers feature ass play, so I’ll gladly fill the void lol. Sorry if that’s not your thing 😬 I hope y’all enjoy 😊 Please show your love and reblog!!

Word Count: 3999

part 1: when two stars collide**

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Feeling like I was floating on clouds, I woke to an orange light seeping through my closed eyelids. That familiar sweet and salty smell lingering faintly in the air. A soft smile gracing my face thinking of Nyx. Peaking my eyes open, I realized that I was laying in a bed… Nyx’s bed. Cauldron, his bed is huge. And, so soft. I have never felt sheets this soft. Back at home, the blankets I used were old and worn, but they made do. These make me feel like I’m wrapped in a rich, forest green satin. I wanted to be wrapped in something else, but I was alone. Unfortunately, I could sense that Nyx wasn’t here.

Looking around, I took in the high ceilings and large windows showcasing a gorgeous mountain range. The ceiling seems to be painted to look like the night sky, stars speckled about in a multitude of sizes. Looking down, I notice that I’m wearing nothing but a large white cotton shirt. His shirt. Extracting myself from the plethora of blankets and pillows I cocooned myself within, my senses became assaulted by his scent, again.

I have a mate, gods. I have a mate.

It doesn’t seem real.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a small piece of parchment with a short letter written in the finest cursive handwriting I have seen. Gods, even his handwriting makes my mouth water.

Little star,

If you are reading this, then I apologize for not returning before you wake from your rest. I had some business to attend to with my father and will be home by nightfall. You are welcome anywhere in my home, it’s enchanted to provide you anything you need. All you need to do is ask, and you shall receive.

I peered out the windows. The setting sun indicating that he should be arriving soon.

Try not to think of me too much… or, you can think of the way you fell apart on my thigh earlier this day.

I’ll know if you do.

Till then,

Nyx

I huffed out a breath, shaking my head a bit as I crossed my legs. His naughty comment making the embers in my core light up. Staring at the note, I found myself at a loss of words. How should I respond? What should I say? What if I say the wrong thing?

When I was in his presence, everything felt intoxicatingly new. I drowned in his presence, almost drunk on him. My thoughts had been clouded, foggy almost. Now, contemplating the new information revealed to me today, I have a sober mind.

He’s my mate. He touched me, and I absolutely loved it. He made me feel so comfortable and seen. So safe and secure in his arms.

But, I have never been in a relationship with someone… let alone had anybody touch me like he did earlier today. Ugh. My heartbeat started to pick up, nervously. My thoughts started racing, a million thoughts and questions spilled from my mind… spiraling down down down, until I became a ball of anxiety.

To proactively curb my anxiety, I decided to explore his home. His bedroom was fit for a prince, obviously he came from money. The woodwork was carved from dark cedar embossed with intricate gold designs. A grand bookcase was shoved into a corner of his room. Books. My bookstore. Would he want me to leave that behind?

My bookstore is back in the Illyrian mountains, my whole life. All that I have known. Then again, that same bookstore is where my father kept me hidden. Kept me out of sight because of my white wings. Where he would put his hands on me when I wouldn’t listen. Where I’ve been slapped, starved, and degraded. Where I thought I would be trapped forever. I know my mother would have wanted me to take this opportunity to get out of there. She would have been so happy for me… finding my mate.

My mate… What if I am not what he expected? What if I don’t live up to his expectations?

I sigh dreamily, he has exceeded my expectations. More beautiful than I could ever dream of… ever deserve.

My stomach growls interrupting my thoughts. I follow the scent of baked goods as I wander down the hallway. At the top of a marble staircase, a painting catches my eye. In a golden frame, a white-winged star dances across a night sky. The star is a beautiful opal adorned with a pair of wings. White wings lined with purple and pink veins, spread out wide, claws pointed at the tips. The night sky is black, speckled with stars. The moonlight creating a mixture of purple hues throughout the night sky… violets and lilacs. This is our dream brought to life. This is how he sees me… absolutely stunning.

Awe-struck, I jumped when I felt a hand snake around my waist. Instantly, I recognized the sweet and salty smell, leaning back into his embrace. As much anxiety as this new mating bond brought me, I would be lying if I said his presence did not calm me. Make me feel safe, secure, and seen.

“I’m so sorry for having to leave, little star,” he presses his nose into the crook of my neck inhaling, savoring my scent. His hand lifting fluffy stuffed pastry into my line of sight for me to eat. I took a bite, the sweet berry flavor exploding in my mouth. More ravenous than I felt, the pastry disappeared impressively fast… leaving Nyx sending amusement through our bond and me licking my fingers clean. After filling my belly, I admired the painting once more.

“It’s beautiful, did you paint it?” I ask.

“Yes, my mom taught me how to paint at a young age. Discovered it runs in the family…” he trails off. Dragging his arms down my back in a comforting manner, he admits, “I felt your anxiety through the bond.”

I look away from him. All those feelings starting to flood back, almost overwhelming me. Nyx turns to face me, a hand gripping my chin tilting it upwards to look at him.

“This mating bond is new… extremely new. We barely know each other, but I know how I feel about you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire time I was away. Your beautiful blue eyes… white wings… lavender and vanilla…,” he purred, inhaling. “But, if you want nothing to do with me,” he cleared his throat, “then, I will accept that. If you want to go back home, just say the word. If you want to stay the night, just let me know. I will meet you wherever you are. Wherever you want. Whenever you want. All you need to do is ask, and you shall receive.”

The same words from his letter earlier.

Speaking from the heart with a shaky breath, I responded, “I thought you might have regretted telling me, or didn’t want me. I don’t know. I-I-I just started thinking about what if I don’t live up to your expectations? Or, what if I’m too inexperienced?” I came to a brief pause. Gazing into his eyes, I felt the pull towards him. I would be a fool to deny it. With a bit more confidence, I looked him in the eye and said, “But, I do want this. I do want you. This bond. I couldn’t stop thinking about you either. Your violet eyes… sweet pears and sea salt,” I lean into his chest and inhale.

Like a drug, his scent making my senses heighten… my core begin to ache, “I want you to make me feel good. And, I want to make you feel good,” I mumbled against his chest.

Peering up from beneath my lashes, I take in his stunning features. His chiseled jaw. Perfect lips. Long neck that I felt the need to bite. Violet eyes pinning me in place.

“I just don’t know how… to make you feel good. I’ve only read about in books,” I admitted, kissing his chest lightly. I heard his breath catch, his chest rumbling in response. Eyes taking on a predatory glint, he brings his hands down to the hem of his shirt pulling it off in a swift movement.

My mouth goes dry, as my lips part.

He looks like a god. Broad shoulders. Tapered waist. Swirling tattoos. His arms are lean muscle, veins adorning his forearms snaking their way to his hands. Stomach, hard packed muscle. His v-line peaking from beneath his leathers, leading to the patch of black hair above his buldge.

My mouth waters as I soak in all his features, accidentally letting a small whine slip out. He takes my hands and places them on his chest.

“I’m yours to touch… anything you do will make me feel good, I promise,” he encouraged me.

My fingers started tracing patterns across his tattoos. Noting his sensitive spots as the places his breath hitches. His ribs. Above his belly button. My fingers trace over his nipples eliciting a shiver, his wings spreading out behind him. His nipples.

I lean forward to take one into my mouth. He growls, hands gripping my arms pinning them to my sides, keeping me in place. I place a kiss on the other nipple as I trail kisses down his stomach.

Before I make it to his leathers, I’m swung off my feet.

He takes off growling, “bedroom.”

Once in his room, he places me on the bed. Slowly he undoes the laces of his leathers, smirking down at me. Knowing what he is doing to me. The scent of my arousal permeates his bedroom, intertwining with his.

“Look at you, little one. So fucking adorable, waiting for me,” he praises me while he finishes the laces, pushing his leathers down his hips. He hisses as his hard length springs up, finally released. Red and aching. Leaking out the tip.

He grabs my hands, wrapping them around his cock. My fingers cannot even completely close around his girth. He’s huge. I squeeze a little tighter, Nyx groans as his stomach flexes. His arousal drips down the side of his length. I lean in to catch it with my tongue, licking upwards towards the top, closing my lips in a moan and suckling lightly when I reach the tip, savoring his sweet taste. Loosing myself in the feeling of just doing what feel right in the moment. He seems to be loving it.

“Fuck.. Nova, you’re fucking perfect,” he moans deeply. I trace my tongue along the underside of the tip of his cock noting that his breath hitches in his throat. I keep flicking my tongue back and forth as I suck the tip again… this time adding both hands to massage the rest of his cock. I stop sucking with a pop, looking up at him with a smile.

“I guess reading erotica does pay off in real life,” I jest, smirking as I take him further down my throat feeling the burn of his length stretching my mouth wide. His hands fly to the back of my head, pushing lightly. My chest starts tingling with pleasure as his hands pull my hair lightly. Nyx growls, breathing heavily as I breath through my nose taking more of him down my throat. I can’t help but swallow around him. He hisses, “fuck… I’m not going to last long,” looking up at him, I see his eyes roll into the back of his head, mouth hanging open. Furrowing his eyebrows, he pleads, “swallow around me, again!”

Desperate to please, I push a little bit further down until his tip meets the back of my throat. Humming around him in happiness, I hasten the pace of my hands around the base of his cock. His stomach tightens and balls clench. I swallow around his cock, choking a little. That sensation elicits a purely male sound from Nyx… a mixture of a hiss, growl, and moan as he cums in spurts in my mouth. Swallowing his cum… sweet pears with a hint of sea salt. Delicious.

Keeping him in my mouth, I hum savoring the taste with my eyes closed. Soon, Nyx guides himself out of my mouth grinning down at my cock-drunk state, “You are right. I’m glad you read erotica… that was amazing. You are amazing, honestly…” his eyes glaze over with a predatory intent as his nostrils flare taking in the scent of my arousal, “I need to return the favor.”

Laying me back on the bed, Nyx and I finally kiss. Our tongues dancing together, sighing as we relish in the taste of him on my tongue. Lifting his shirt over my head, I am completely naked before his darkening eyes. Savoring me, his hands trace along my form making me shiver, heightening my senses. Along my arms, collar bones, neck, lips… to my sternum, ribs, hip bones… straight to my core. His fingers playing with my tuft of brown hair on my mound, “so perfect, little star.”

Shifting downwards, he settles between my legs kissing my belly button, tongue darting inside for a moment. I gasped, fists clenching at the bedsheets. Next, a kiss on each hip bone leaves my mind hazy and my legs spreading for him. Lean down, I feel him drop a kiss to my inner thigh, then his breath hovering above my core.

My chest starts to tingle as my heart races in anticipation. In desire.

“Can I lick you, little star?” he murmurs against me as I jump in response. The vibrations tickling my core as he drags his lips over me side to side.

Suddenly, his tongue flattened against my core, licking from my entrance to the swollen bud at the top. Once he reached my clit, he swirled his tongue around it once, twice… three times. I mewled, “please,” looking down at him with pleading eyes. With a wink, he kissed my clit… my breathed hitched as he kissed his way to my inner thigh.

“No, no, no!” I whined, my hips bucking up slightly… instinctively as his lips travelled further and further away from where I wanted him. Where my body screamed for that sinful mouth. That warm tongue. Those violet eyes holding me captive, my body submitting to his deliciously frustrating exploration. Reaching to grasp his silken black hair, his brows rose while he gripped my hands in one of his.

Gods, one of his hands completely dwarves both of my wrists, like handcuffs.

Pulling lightly against his restriction, I was met with a nip against my left inner thigh. My breath caught in my throat at the sensation of his teeth dragging against the soft skin. His free hand coming up to tweak my nipple. As I arched my back into his hand, he squeezed my whole breast.

The scent of his arousal blindsided me, I could only breath him in. He was mouth-watering. Sweet pears and sea salt, that scent heady. My nostrils flared as I greedily inhaled it like my life depended on it, a hum falling from my lips.

He was utterly salivating. Drunk on his scent, the edges of my mind began to turn a little hazy.

Closing my eyes, I bit my lip to keep another sound from escaping, Nyx surprised me with another kiss to my swollen bud, my body tensed lightly as my pinned wings twitched behind me. As he watched my reactions like a hawk my between my legs, a predatory groan rumbled from his chest. I felt it throughout my entire body, my core clenched in response.

“I fucking love watching your wings twitch for me, little one,” he said smiling softly, as he gathered my legs, folding them at the knees and pushing them up to my chest. I was completely bearing all of myself to him in this position. Humming in appreciation, a hand came to stroke along the back of my thigh all the to the curve of my bottom. “Hold your legs like this for me… yes, exactly like that,” he praised me as both of my arms wrapped around, settling against the back of my knees.

“So fucking pretty… you smell so fucking good,” he growled smacking kisses down my thighs and bottom. At his praise, my core went molten… soaking. My cheeks flushed as I felt my wetness drip down to my puckered hole and even further down the crack of my bottom. No doubt collecting on a pool on the satin sheets beneath me.

Not being able to see Nyx completely from the angle, my eyes rolled to the back of my head when I felt the warmth of his tongue glide along my core. His large thumbs came to part my lips even further… each hand grasped a different cheek and pulled taught, exposing everything to his ravenous eyes. Pure male arousal flooded the bond with another sensation that felt like adoration. Like, he was taking a picture of me like this and tucking it away in a corner of his mind. He tugged on our bond, my chest throbbed with a sense of wonder.

Spreading my legs slightly, I caught a glimpse of those violet, star-dusted eyes… I knew from one look that he wanted to say something. And, that whatever he said was going to be absolutely filthy.

Looking into my eyes, his churned with pure male mischief, he asked, “little star, how would you feel about me licking your sweet ass?” as a finger swipes from my entrance down to my puckered hole dipping into the evidence of my arousal. As soon as his finger met my hole, my core clenches in pleasure creaming a bit.

“Mhmm, Nova… naughty girl, you’re absolutely soaked,” he hums circling your puckered hole.

“Ah-all for y-you,” I manage to speak during small gasps, eyes going hazy as the edges of my mind go completely fuzzy. My mental shields completely falling apart under his ministrations.

“Yes, all for me. Creaming for your mate,” he growled, “sweet girl, you never answered my question…can I lick your perfect ass?”

My mind took a while to process his words, intoxicated by him and reeling at his filthy words. Totally unprepared for his bold question.

I opened my mouth to respond, but quickly shut my lips, words dying when a sense of embarrassment made my cheeks flush a deep red. Breaking eye contact, I cast my downwards becoming slightly self-conscious. He caught on immediately, stopping his movement on my puckered hole.

Shutting down his mental shields, he bared himself to me. Mind to mind. I knew he was making us equals. I could feel him. Exactly what he was feeling. He was drowning in me, feeling a primal need to claim his mate in this intimate way. His mouth watering at the chance to taste me between my cheeks. I felt my own primal instinct intertwine with his along our bond. Braiding us together. Violet and opal melding into a stunning lilac. A primal need to give yourself to him clawed its way out of my chest.

“Wa-want it, pleaaaase,” my head falling back against the pillows in a whining demand, parting my bent legs until I spread myself wide enough to try and watch him devour me.

His head leans down painstakingly slow, my breath becoming labored. Inhaling my scent along the way, he lets out a sigh. I let out a soft cry, eyes of the verge of watering with how slow Nyx is moving.

Taking mercy on me, Nyx places a lingering kiss between my core and my puckered hole, my ass clenching tighter as a rush of pleasure shot to my core. My wings shivered in delight.

“So sensitive…” he murmurs as his tongue circles my rim. I clench again, my eyes roll back in my head as more wetness seeps from my core. His tongue landing directly on the opening, pushing its way inside slowly. The unfamiliar, but delicious stretch igniting a burn along my walls. I sighed in satisfaction at the sensation of being filled, even slightly. He grinned starting to push his tongue in further in and out, stopping to kiss, suck, and rub my ass until there were tears streaming down my face in pleasure. It was so fucking good, but I need more more more.

“Need my finger?” Nyx groaned out huskily. Glancing down, I notice his dick standing erect once more, red and leaking.

Nodding my head frantically, I incoherently mumble an affirmation.

His finger pushed in stretching my hole wider than ever. A delicious burn of pleasure makes my swollen bud start throbbing with need. As I feel his finger curl upwards to find that toe-curling pressure in my ass, his other hand starts drawing circles on my swollen bud. Toes curling, the fire quickly builds on my swollen bud. Pressing harder and moving faster, he expertly plays my body like an instrument, bringing me to a crescendo once he starts moving his hand so preternaturally fast that it feels like it’s vibrating. My core beginning to pulse, empty, but still creaming down to my ass, my eyes crunch close as I only feel white-hot pleasure coursing through my body. No longer in control of my body, Nyx follows my movements as my legs flex out straight. My wings spasm, as I try to catch my breath. His hands finally coming to a stop, I take a few deep breaths. His lips ghost a trail upwards. Hips, tummy, ribs, sternum, nipples, hollow of the throat, chin, lips. My body feeling hypersensitive, I couldn’t help the small gasps as they fell out my mouth every time his lips touched my skin. Smiling against my lips, he leans back against the pillows pulling me up beside him, my head resting on his chest.

“You did so well for me, Nova,” he whispers as I feel his fingers soothingly tickle my back, lulling me to into relaxation. His heartbeat sounding like music to my ears as we beat together. As one. Once my breathing stabilizes and my mind clears up a bit, my stomach growls lowly. I burrow myself further into his chest, dead set on ignoring my pangs of hunger. On the other hand, Nyx… Nyx seems to enjoy taking care of me. His lips brush against my ear, as he whispers, “I’ll be right back, little one… I promise, going to clean you up and then I’ll cook some dinner for us. Just close your eyes, I’ll come get you when everything is ready.”

Suddenly feeling the sticky sensation between my legs, I realize that cleaning ourselves up in important. And, upon another, more aggressive, growl… I decide I do want food. Nyx quickly extracts himself from me, too weak to protest. I let my eyes droop shut, resting until he wakes me, dreaming of my night sky.

I was flying, again. As I danced through the sky, starlight seeped out from my fingers twirling up my arms and around my wings, leaving a trail of stardust in my wake. Peering over my shoulder, a winged figure trailed behind. Blending in with the stars. Those beautiful, violet eyes sparkled with chaos. Grinning widely, his teeth white bright in the moonlight. Returning his grin with a teasing glint in my eyes, I flapped my wings faster to propel myself forward. We raced, dancing from star to star heading towards the moon. Up and up. Higher and higher. Lighter and lighter. Shooting a glance back, he was nowhere in sight. Feeling that teasing tug in my ribs, I knew he was near.

“Come find me, little star… let’s play,” his chuckle tumbled through my mind, goosebumps radiating down my spine straight to my core like lightning.

With a smile, I raced towards that smell of sweet pears and sea salt that wafted along in the wind. Straight towards the warm, bright glow of the moon.

(thanks for reading this far!! <3)

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chickwiththepurpleguitar · 4 years ago

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a;lskdfjl;d okay for a lukebobby fluff prompt what about "this isn't what it looks like" thank you <3 <3

Thank you, friend, for being my 500th follower and my first prompt! I hope you enjoy! (Somehow this became a Bobby birthday fic? Idk lol)

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“This isn’t what it looks like.”

Bobby stands, frozen, in the studio doorway and blinks at the scene before him: Luke Patterson, lying upside down with his feet hanging over the back of the couch, one of his dumb plastic darts poised in his hand like he’s getting ready to throw it (upside-down. As if Luke isn’t bad enough at hitting the dartboard already).

“I’m not gonna lie, Luke,” Bobby says, glancing from him to the dartboard on the wall, which has been covered in post-it notes scribbled on in Luke’s illegible handwriting. “Don’t think I can tell you what it does look like.”

“Okay, so—” Luke tries to scramble off the couch, ends up doing a flailing sort of backflip, and almost cracks his head open on the coffee table. Bobby lunges forward out of instinct, but before the worried shout even makes it all the way out of his mouth, Luke bounces to his feet, grinning and unharmed. “Okay, so. You know how your birthday’s coming up?”

Bobby’s heart is still racing, so it takes him a moment or two to stammer out, “Wh—uh—yes, Luke, I was, in fact, aware.”

Luke climbs over the table (because he can never just walk around it like a normal person) and starts grabbing the post-it notes off the dartboard, sticking them into a pile in his hand. “Well, I wanted to get you something. But I couldn’t just buy you a gift, cause, you know, you already have freaking everything, and also I’m not exactly liquid right now, and so I was thinking we could just, like, do something for your birthday, just the two of us—not like a date or anything, unless you wanted it to be a date, I wouldn’t be against that idea—but anyway, I came up with a bunch of possibilities but I couldn’t decide which one to go with, and Alex and Reggie were being utterly unhelpful, so, uh. I figured I’d just let fate and my terrible aim decide.”

Bobby blinks again. Luke’s blushing, and Bobby doesn’t think he’s ever heard Luke ramble like that before. Bobby feels heat start to creep up his own neck, wondering what “not a date unless you want it to be” ideas Luke might have come up with.

Finally, Luke bounds over and shoves the stack of sticky notes in Bobby’s face. “But maybe you should just pick one instead.”

Bobby bashfully takes the pile and shuffles through them, hyper aware of Luke’s eyes on him, watching for Bobby’s reaction. Luke’s standing really close to him, the toes of their shoes just touching. Bobby has to squint to decipher Luke’s penmanship, and in the process involuntarily shifts even closer.

Some of the post-it notes are pretty standard for Luke: spend a day at the beach, blow latest paycheck at the arcade, make edible cupcakes even if it destroys Bobby’s kitchen.

Others are borderline insulting: take Bobby shopping—NO SUSPENDERS, songwriting lesson—make Bobby’s lyrics suck less.

And then, at the very back of the pile, one sticky note reads: Finally kiss him.

Bobby stares at it for a moment, his mouth hanging open as his brain short-circuits. In front of him, Luke rocks back and forth on his heels, clears his throat, says, “So… What do you think?”

Bobby swallows and looks up, peeling the last sticky note off the top of the pile. “So… This one is a completely unacceptable birthday present.”

Luke immediately frowns, leaning over to see which one Bobby’s holding. “What? Why?”

“Because—” Bobby sticks the post-it to the front of Luke’s tank top with just enough force to feel the muscles of Luke’s chest beneath the fabric. “I don’t want to wait till my birthday.”

And before Luke even has the chance to react, Bobby grabs his shirt with both hands, pulls him in, and kisses him.

It’s by far the best early birthday present Bobby’s ever received.

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kishimoto-did-us-dirty · 4 years ago

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Naruto Arts School AU

Reposting bc I love this post and bc I can lol

Character

- major

description

Naruto

-Drums

okie nobody can deny that our main boy over here is a loud soul, however, he can also carry a damn good beat that compliments his band mates’ music really well. Tbh, he sucked at music to begin with and had trouble matching rhythms and listening to his band mates when they played, however he eventually became a really good rhythm maker.

Sasuke

-Guitar (lead)

He’d be assigned to the same band as Naruto, and that’s how they met. This boy is a damn good guitarist y’all, but has attitude problems™, and used to not be able to deal with Naruto’s haphazard beat making, thus perpetuating a rivalry between the two. He constantly feels overshadowed by his elder brother Itachi, a piano major.

Sakura

- Dance

Ya girl fucking demolishes every single dance routine. Initially starting out with a focus on ballet (pre-shippuden in canon), our pink headed queen soon realized that she wasn’t getting the full experience of what it meant to dance. Her point shoes were her loves, however they hurt and nipped in places not just physical. She realized that she didn’t want to be pigeonholed into a genre of which she would be inhibited by standard, and rather to dance so as to forget technical perfection. Thus, what would partner with post-shippuden Sakura in canon, Art School AU Sakura got into hip-hop. And bitch, she goes hard. A lot of the other girls who she used to dance ballet with admire her for her absolutely BODYING her dance routines, but also for never sacrificing her femininity to dance and not taking BS for being a girl who goes so hard in a male-dominated genre. (Some people believe that hip-hop is heavy hitting and a little metaphorically “dark” so to speak, which Sakura is not. So obviously I expect a little disagreement regarding this, however if you look at people like Delaney Glazer or Kaycee Rice, that is how Sakura would dance).

Hinata

- Creative Writing

Shy and bookworm-like, Hinata can write the best poetry, romance and adventure pieces out of all the creative-writing majors. She’s especially good at writing character relationships and development, and has such a subtle sense of intelligent wit in her writing, that if you blinked you would miss it. However should you catch it, you’re sure to chuckle. Her only struggle is that she tends to drag on in important scenes, stretching them against the regular flow of the rest of her writing. Needs validation for her writing through an IV drip.

Kiba

- Drums OR Photography

Drums for obvious reasons (loud and obnoxious), although ruff boi looks good with a camera, too. Great at landscapes and street photography.

Shino

- Creative Writing OR Photography

I could definitely see Shino having fucking beautiful handwriting, and being a beast at writing anything within the sci-fi realm. I could also see him doing some journalism, and writing for the school paper. He’s very good at the logic of his sci-fi books and coming up with logical but enrapturing stories, that intermingle knowledge and mystery. He’s a very specific type of read, however, and may not appeal to all, however if you enjoy anything similar to Star Wars or Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, then Shino is your author. If this doesn’t float your boat, though, try photography-major Shino. He can get the best angles of bugs he sees, and has an extensive portfolio with entomology-related snapshots.

Ino

- Dance

Like Sakura, she, too, began with a focus on ballet, however began to branch out into contemporary ballet a little later than Sakura. This is another reason why Sakura switched her focuses, as she and Ino had always had a fierce rivalry for dieting (ballet dancers are pressured to be as thin as possible) as well as battling for technical perfection when they were ballet focused. As the two grew, Ino focused more so on contemporary, but can certainly do some hip-hop with Sakura every now and then, just as Sakura occasionally takes a contemporary class with her. The two still have a rivalry, however, just not to the previous extent as when they were actively competing against each other. They’re more like sisters.

Shikamaru

- Guitar (bass) OR Creative Writing OR Architecture

Smart boy’s a tricky one. He would either be a bassist, a mystery and historical fiction writer, or, of his school offers it, be great at architecture. Idrk.

Choji

- ermmmmm….. maybe graphic design? Tech theatre (props)? Vocal???

Choji is hARD dwnccnpc (that’s what she said). I could see him behind a computer screen, animating and designing games/covers/posters or whatever. He could also do something in theatre, but I don’t think he would do anything up on stage. Something like props would suit him. He might do something in music, tho???? Can he sing???? Help???

UPDATE: Choji is a band kid. He plays tuba or some shit. Big boy got big lungs.

Tenten

- Dance

Always has been, and always will be a hip-hop dancer. She wanted to be like Tsunade, a legendary dancer and followed in her footsteps, taking up hip-hop. (that’s why Sakura focused on hip-hop, too, because Tsunade mentored her and taught a few of her classes, too). Tenten is fast and can keep up with any beat. Not only is she a great dancer, but she’s also athletic, and does track and field (cross country), football, and softball at another school too, since the arts schools doesn’t offer it. Overall great dancer with styl. She’s really looked up to by some of her underclassmen for her cheery, but badass style and skill.

Lee

- DANCE (hip-hop, too)

It’s sweat. It’s burn. It’s energy. It’s Lee.

Neji

- Violin

First chair violinist in his freshman year for the school’s philharmonic orchestra. He be extra like that.

Gaara

- Guitar (bass)

He had a lonely childhood with neglectful/abusive parents, and rock music really helped him with that. Emo music is emo and often made fun of, but the songs have messages and Gaara related, so self-taught himself the bass guitar to help cope, and bring him closer to the music that salvaged him.

Kankuro

-Art

Specifically sculpting. For obvious reasons.

Temari

- Acting

Girl can make you cry with some of her monologues. Total lead. Has a seriousness in her acting that makes her believable, however can falter on the less-serious roles. She may also double-major in whatever Shikamaru does. And she’s better at it than him.

Itachi

-Piano

Boy could play any etude at age 7. Performed at Carnegie Hall when he was 10. And no, he didn’t pay to play there. The hall invited him. Began composing at 9. Has perfect pitch. Owns international awards. If he’s not at school it’s because he’s traveling to play for crowds. He excels at classical and baroque, however has an ear for romantic, and enjoys playing/composing pieces either written or inspired by romantic pieces. Enjoys Schumann, Debussy, and Tchaikovsky. Hates modern classical music, though. Can only take cinematic pieces composed by people like Williams, however can’t stand Prokofiev at all. He does like modern music, though, so long as it’s outside of the orchestral/classical music realm. He likes R&B. He would have liked to do film with Shisui, particularly producing, however his parents pressure him with piano, so he helps Shisui with student films and projects outside of school (will probably pursue film after graduating, tho).

Shisui

- FILM / VIDEO PRODUCTION

Fight me on this!!! THIS BOY IS SO GOOD AT CINEMATOGRAPHY MY FILMMAKING ASS CAN’T EVEN. AS SOMEONE WHO IS IN LOVE WITH FILMOGRAPHY, TRUST ME, SHISUI HAS IT™. THE IT™. HE’S GOOD AT EVERYTHING. CINEMATOGRAPHY. DIRECTING. SCREENWRITING. GRIP-WORK. EDITING. PRODUCING. HE’S SUCH A FILM NERD TOO, AND WATCHES OLD FILMS ALL THE TIME. HE’S JUST TOO GOOD AT IT. DOES STREET PHOTOGRAPHY TOO. HE’S OVERALL A GENIUS WITH CAMERAS. Does film with Itachi outside of school and teaches him, and the two are overall geniuses at filmography. They want to start their own studio together (they do, and it becomes huge). He becomes a leading director, while Itachi becomes a producer and directs sometimes too.

Sasori, Deidara, and Sai

Guess.

Kakashi

- Saxophone

It’s the only thing that suits him and it suits him so well. Has suave.

Obito (omfg his arms y'all)

- Not to say drums or anything, but…. drums.

Narutard 2.0. But he also dabbles in other areas of music. Like, he can also play guitar and sing. He’s also pretty good at music production. Makes R&B sometimes. He wasn’t always the best musician but proved to be a late bloomer, and really harnessed his potential. Tries to be as suave as Kakashi and his saxophone. He isn’t.

Hashirama

- Vocal

OkaYYYYYY. VOCAL GOD. CAN DO RIFFS AND RUNS AND HAS PERFECT PITCH. ALSO THE SWEETEST GUY??? WAS A CHAMBER SINGER AS A FRESHMAN. EVERYONE LOVES HIM, GOOD BOY ENERGY.

Likes to belt.

Madara

- Piano

Total prodigy, but hates classical music. Once was accompanist to Hashirama for a solo vocal performance and hasn’t been left alone since.

Tobirama

- Viola or Cello

Some sort of string instrument and takes it very seriously. Probably plays cello because violas are violas and that’s lame (if you know, you know). Has almost as many awards as Itachi and Madara, but hates his usual piano accompanist, Izuna.

Izuna

- Piano

Also a piano god. The uchihas breed them. Hates being accompanist for Tobirama. They’re secretly best friends though, don’t tell anyone.

Karin

- Tech Theatre.

Idk why. Probably started out with props and made her way up to TD (technical director) in senior year.

Suigetsu

- Tech Theatre

Fucking hates theatre kids. Assistant TD. Karin hates him.

Jugo

- Visual Art

Paints landscapes and nature. Really good with oils and gouache respectively.

Yamato

- lmao Trumpet.

Met Kakashi since they both play brass, but boy he ain’t got that suave. That’s why he plays trumpet. Lmao he plays the fucking trumpet anjdwcnojdnn.

Rin

- Vocal

Sweetest voice and could also play the acoustic guitar when she sang. Died in a car accident junior year. Kakashi was at the wheel when they got hit by a drunk driver. Obito saw the whole thing.

Kurenai

- Visual Art

Can create dream like paintings that almost seem like illusions.

Asuma

- Cello / guitar

Used to play cello because of his parents, but loves to play guitar. Can sing but his voice is raspy from smoking.

Gai

Who the fuck do you think teaches dance?

Jiraiya

- Guitar (lead)

Used to major in lead guitar. Sucked at first. Probably has a couple, casual Grammy Awards (they’re actually not that hard to be awarded with, The Recording Academy award many people outside of mainstream media. My school has a few). Now teachers as head of the Band department at this school.

Tsunade

-Dance

Legendary dancer. Probably toured with a few famous people. Now teaches. Mentored Sakura, and mentored Ino but for a shorter time.

Orochimaru

- Idk, didgeridoo, or some shit

Definitely a wood wind. Flute maybe??? Teaches now but no one knows what he does. Pedophile. Has a thing for Sasuke.

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drunklander · 5 years ago

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Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 506

STAY AT HOOOOOOOME!!!!!

Ok, now that that’s out of the way... I kind of liked this episode. Which surprised me. Because usually I find myself neutral at best. But, considering how much I’ve hated disliked the last few seasons, I guess that feeling mostly neutral means this season has been better? The bar is low, y’all.

Could 1000% still use more Claire though. And more Jamie and Claire. And yes I know I’m saying that in the recap for an episode where the two of them bang.

I said what I said.

The title card’s powder blocker thingy looks like a plague doctor mask. We should bring those back. I found a box that had a bunch of them in it in the closet at my office once. That was weird. Also, stay the fuck at home and 6′ away from people if you have to go out on a supply run or take a walk.

Ooo, a flashback! I miss Scotland.

“Whom do I address, sir?” “I am Samuel Torrington,” said the guy who is most def *not* Samuel Torrington.

I know I shouldn’t laugh because of what’s about to happen, but looool at the girl for stepping in the literal one spot of mud.

Well that was dumb. Why the fuck would you run in between your dad and the guy he’s clearly gonna shoot?

I mean, it’s super sad, I guess. But also hella dumb.

Ah, a lavender pillow. Yes, I know it’s from the book. But between this and the BJR stuff, it’s like, do they know other smells exist?

But yeah, guess I shouldn’t talk since I have lavender hand soap, lavender lotion, lavender tea and a lavender candle.

It’s the best smell.

Ok, I get why Murcasta can’t be endgame. That was a good decision. But including Innes BeCaUsE tHe BoOk is dumb af. They got to the right decision to break up Murcasta, but for the wrong fucking reason.

Like, seriously though, can we please take a moment to appreciate how dumb this is? Like, book!Innes is from Ardsmuir. He’s been part of the squad. He’s basically one of Jamie’s most trusted friends. And he marries Jocasta. Show!Innes is literally some dude we’ve never heard of until last week because the fucking writers were like oh, Jocasta has to marry someone named Duncan Innes. Guess we should make that happen, out of the blue, for no other reason. Lazy idiots...

Jocasta has better handwriting than I do and I can fucking see what I’m doing.

Also lol at her straight up ignoring Roger saying that Jemmy won’t take her money.

Cut to Jemmy crying about the fact that he is now a participant in chattel slavery. I feel you, Jem.

Oh, it’s a cold? Ok fine, but also the whole chattel slavery thing.

ADSOOOOO! Such a good lil floofer! Look how nice he is, bringing them that excellent bug! WHO’S A GOOD KITTY? YOUUU ARE!

I really like Claire’s necklace. Also Claire’s neck. Also Claire’s collarbones. Also Claire. Can we have more Claire please? And less manpain in general?

D’awww, Lord John Grey the awkward gay. GIVE HIM AN APPROPRIATE BOYFRIEND ALREADY, YOU COWARDS.

Tryon is such a fucking douche. So is Quincy Arbuckle.

Well, it might not prevent tumultuous and riotous assembly, but not hanging out in groups larger than 10 sounds like a greAT FUCKING IDEA RIGHT NOW.

STAY AT HOOOOOOOOOOOOME. (If you are able to, and if you have to go to work, WASH YOUR HAAAAAAAAAAAANDS.)

Fergus, Marsali and Bree standing around this room being disappointed with Roger is A Mood™.

Team Give Fergus and Marsali More to Do

Oh, you’ve never been comfortable in your big fancy mansion? Poor you. *plays the world’s smallest violin*

News spreads slowly in/from the backcountry except, apparently, Claire’s medical advice.

Claire Fraser said reproductive rights!!! *ups monthly donation to Planned Parenthood*

The casting for Wylie is fucking perfect. Like kudos to the casting folks again.

I cared more about the Regulator shit in the show than the book because Murtz, but all the “Oh it’s happening! JK, it’s not! JK, it is!” that they took from the book is making me care less about it. Just happen already or fuck off.

Yes, I know it’s gonna happen next week.

Roger shoveling shit makes me happy. Because it’s gross and I do not like Roger.

“You keep shoveling your shit.” -- The Fandom Bree

Wylie should be a caricature with how fucking terrible he is, but let’s be real. We've all run into a guy like that.

Oh, Claire’s rings.

I did some mental gymnastics years ago to try to wrap my brain around why Claire would still wear an emotionally abusive piece of shit’s Fred’s ring. And the fact that the books and the show are like nope, she just likes Fred, drives me up a fucking wall every time.

“He must have been quite the man to inspire such devotion after all these years.” “Nah, he was an asshole. A complete and utter piece of shit. And instead of going with that and all the complexities it brings, we continue to gaslight the audience that he was a Good Dude. Instead of using the ring as a symbol of something more than fucking Fred, we just keep on pretending he didn’t suck.”

I hate everyone involved with refusing to acknowledge how shitty Fred was.

There is literally only one smuggler in the Carolinas.

DO NOT GO WITH THE CREEPY MAN TO A SECOND LOCATION. CLAIRE, THIS IS BEING A WOMAN 101. NEVER GO WITH A CREEP TO A SECOND LOCATION.

“I get a biblical plague.” You get what you deserve, Rog.

Jamie, chill with the extra testosterone. Just punch the bro or something.

Also don’t fucking blame the victim, asshole.

Literalol at Bree showing the women her like stick and sheet fan thing and then cut to all the people with just little squares, barely doing anything.

“Don’t stop! Keep your fires going!” *everyone stops and just stares at the bugs*

Gonna go ahead and take this time to remind folks that’s it’s fucking gross to get married on a plantation. Don’t do that thing.

I know a guy who is like proud of the fact that he’s an asshole. He talks about it like it’s one of his defining traits. This scene with Wylie being like “buddy, I love my shitty reputation” reminds he of that guy. I cannot fucking stand that guy.

*ignores Claire’s feelings about Fred’s dumb ring and headcanons in my own reasons instead because I cannot even with this nonsense anymore*

Ah, the Lindsays like Roger now. I still do not like Roger.

I fucking love this whole Murcasta scene. Can we get one of these for Jamie and Claire? I miss them having big sweeping scenes that have time to breathe and unfold and all the good shit like Murcasta gets here.

The show keeps trying to deny it, but scenes like this are where it’s strongest. But it refuses to accept that this is its lane and keeps trying to go elsewhere.

I miss Jamie and Claire.

I miss the MacKenzies.

I wanna give Jocasta a hug. She’s still trash for enslaving people, though.

Maria Doyle Kennedy is a goddamn treasure. Seriously, her casting was the best choice the show made in years.

That and saving Murtz, of course.

So fucking glad they cut the creepy-ass foot thing.

Jamie, you’re drunk, but read the fucking room. Claire’s right. Just because she says shit from the future all the time doesn’t negate the fact that she’s right about you right now. Also, seriously? You’re taking *this* opportunity to call her out?

Buddy deserved that slap.

Look, I’m always down for the Frasers to fuck. More Fraser fucking, I say. But this is just another instance like their fight at Lallybroch where the fight itself is never actually resolved like it should be. They just fuck about it and magically everything is ok again. Le sigh.

Murcasta gets a big long scene with time to breathe and talk through everything and it’s riveting af. But Jamie and Claire never get that anymore and it pisses me off tbh.

Stop shoehorning in book lines! She can’t see shit through all the skirts and stuff!

I miss the Lallybroch ring. What did they ever end up doing with it? It’s floating around somewhere.

Bonnet is so evil to 11 about fucking everything that it makes him boring. We get it. You’re a bad guy. Do you also have a tiny dick or something that you’re overcompensating for?

Can we please wrap this Bonnet shit up this season? I swear if they drag it out as long as they do in the books I’m gonna be rull annoyed.

Ok so now the war is actually gonna for real happen and I’m like legit out of fucks to give about it because Murtz aside, they’ve done the “it’s coming, jk!” fake out too many times...

Can they try to hang Murtz instead? Because I swear spending half a season with emo!Roger is cruel and unusual punishment.

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avintagekiss24 · 6 years ago

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Doodles and Diamonds

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x black reader (high school!au)

Rating: teen

Warnings: slight language

Word Count: 1858

Summary: Calculus sucks. If it wasn’t for your habit of doodling, you’d never make it through class. Apparently, your drawings help someone else stay awake as well.

A/N: I told y’all I have a problem! Challenges are my weakness. This was written for @littledarlinhavefaithinme 10 marvelous things I hate about you challenge that I found yesterday. The prompt is in bold. Here’s some high school fluff to balance out all of the porn I’ve been posting lately, lol. (the title is referring to a baseball diamond, just fyi)(i’m terrible at coming up with titles).

Calculus is the worst class of the day. It’s right after lunch, so you’re usually stuffed to the gills with french fries and orange soda. You never bring your calculus book with you, so you have to walk clear across the school to get to your car to grab it, so by the time you make it back to the classroom, you’re hot, sweaty, and out of breath. Plus, it’s calculus, so in it’s own right, it’s just terrible. But, day after day, month after month, you stuff yourself stupid with french fries, you run to your car and back, and curse yourself when you finally collapse into your chair from sheer exhaustion.

The only thing that keeps you awake in calculus is your doodling. You prop your sketchpad in between the pages of your calculus book and fill the pages with everything you can imagine. Puppies, dragons, witches, your teacher turning as a frog- doesn’t matter the subject. You think it, it gets doodled.

Something weird happened a couple of weeks ago though. When making your daily trek to your car, you noticed a sticky note on the drivers window. You peeled it off, your face screwed up in confusion as you read over the chicken scratch.

Can you draw lion eating an ice cream cone?

You looked around but saw no one paying you the least bit of attention. You didn’t recognize the handwriting, which, to be honest, you wouldn’t recognize your own mother’s handwriting if your life depended on it. You shoved the note into your pocket, grabbed your book, and ran your ass to the classroom. You glanced around as the room filled with students, trying to find the doodle requestor, but no one even looked in your direction. Class started a few minutes later, and to keep from falling asleep, you drew a lion eating an ice cream cone.

Every day after that, a new post it note appeared on your car, asking for some stupid little drawing. A cat playing the flute, Captain America punching a baby, a happy little dinosaur flying a kite during a storm; the requests were endless. But, everyday, you obliged your secret doodle admirer. You drew exactly what they asked for, ripped it out of your book, folded it up all nice, and left it in the seat of your chair.

Why not just wait and see who picks up the prized drawing, some would ask? And risk being late to art class? The class that just happens to be your favorite, have your favorite teacher, and you share with your bff since third grade? You think not. Finding out who the doodle master is, is really not all that important. Plus, you kinda like the mystery of all anyway.

Today is like all the others. You finish off your french fries, tossing the paper basket into the trash before you head for the parking lot. Your face is buried in your phone, your fingers tapping away at the screen as you approach your 1965 fire engine red Ford Mustang (a present from your dad, who lives clear across the country and has never been there for you and is trying to make up for it with money- you’re not complaining.) You pick your head up, just in time to see one Bucky Barnes standing at your drivers door.

You stop, squinting as the wind blows your out of control, curly, frizzy hair in your face. His head is down, his expensive sunglasses propped up on the top of his head, pushing his hair back. You can’t really tell what he’s doing as you approach from the passenger side, but the likes of jock, douche-bag Bucky Barnes being next to your pride and joy, makes you uneasy.

“Umm, what are you doing?” You finally huff as you reach the passenger side door.

He snaps his head up to you, his blue eyes wide as he shoves his hands into his back pockets, “Uh, you know, just um, admiring your car. It’s in fantastic shape.”

You nod slowly as you purse your lips, glancing around the parking lot, “Uh huh.”

You open the door and dump your bag into the front seat before grabbing your calculus book and your sketchpad. You slam the door shut and pop back up to find Bucky still standing there, his eyes still wide, his hands still in his back pockets. You fold your arms and rest them on the hood as you blink back at him, a smirk on your face as you lift your eyebrows.

He clears his throat and laughs nervously, “Did you um, restore it yourself?”

“Nope.”

He nods, sucking his teeth, “So, you bought it like this, huh?”

“Obviously.” You answer, your voice dripping with annoyance.

He chuckles again as his nerves get the best of him, “Not a big talker, huh?”

You shrug, “Depends on the topic. My fenders don’t really whip me into a verbal frenzy.”

“Right.” He starts, backing away from the car, “Well, I’ll let you get back to it. I’ll uh, I’ll see you, um, in a few minutes, in calculus, I guess.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the whole conversation. The two of you have been in the same classes since second grade, and these are the most words the two of you have ever exchanged. You squint at him as he walks off, a small piece of yellow something grabbing your attention from his back pocket. You lean down to peer through the window to the drivers side, noticing that your usual sticky note isn’t pressed to the window today.

You move around to the drivers side, checking the door and then the ground, but there’s... nothing. You snap your head back toward the brunette as he crosses the parking lot, that yellow something still sticking out of his pocket as he moves. Your mouth drops open. Holy shit!

You take off in a sprint, your black converses slapping against the pavement as you advance on him. When you finally reach him, you snag the folded up sticky note from his pocket and nearly double over from the fire that is now your lungs. You should really participate in gym a little more often. He turns, throwing up his hand at you as you try and catch your breath, your hands on your knees.

“What the fu-” He starts, his words halting as soon as he notices the sticky note in your hand, “Gimme that.”

You stand up straight, lifting your arm up into the air as you whip around so that you’re facing the opposite direction. He pulls at your arm and swipes at your hand as you turn sharply left and right, moving your arms up and down and side to side to keep it out of his reach. You bend over and stretch out your arms, using your ass and hips to keep him at bay as you unfold the three by three piece of yellow paper.

“Can you draw a giraffe driving a fire truck?” You read out loud, laughing as he swipes at your hands again, “Oh my god.”

He curses lightly underneath his breath and finally drops his hands to his sides, “Fine. Fine. You caught me.”

You stand up straight again and turn to face him, “I would have never guessed in a million years that it was you.”

“Why not?”

You scoff, widening your eyes at him, “Golden boy, all star shortstop Bucky Barnes, who hasn’t said two words to me in ten years, is leaving weird requests for me to draw on my car? The Bucky Barnes?”

He shrugs, “I like em, your drawings. You’re really good.” You scoff, rolling your eyes toward the sky, “I mean it! You are.”

You shake your head, unable to wipe the smile from your face, “Thanks. That’s, that’s really nice of you to say.”

“You’re welcome.” He says proudly, “You know, conversations work both ways. You haven’t said anything to me in ten years either.”

“Second grade, actually.” You agree, “You broke my purple crayon.” He throws his head back and laughs loudly, the sound of it making you smile in return. You made Bucky Barnes laugh. Pride swells in your chest.

“Holy shit, you still remember that?”

“Of course, I do!” You screech, “I loved that crayon! Purple is my favorite color. I’m still mad you about it, honestly.”

He throws his hands up, still chuckling, “I’ll buy you a new one. Okay? Will that squash it finally?”

You close your left eye and hum as you tilt your face toward the sky, pretending to think it over, “I dunno, man. That was a special purple crayon.”

“I’ll buy you a whole pack of crayons.” He smiles widely, “I’ll get you that sixty four pack, baby. You’ll be the talk of the town with that thing.”

You cover you face with your hands and laugh, “Oh, god.”

“Everybody will be so jealous of you. It’ll be so fetch.” He exaggerates, holding out his palms toward you as he stains his voice to reach a higher pitch.

“You’ve clearly lost your mind.” You laugh.

“Hey, I’m just glad our ten year stalemate is over. I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted.”

The two of you share another laugh before it dissolves into silence. He still smiles at you, causing another large grin to break onto your face. You drop your head under his gaze, giggling stupidly as you tuck some hair behind your ear. Are you flirting right now? Is that what’s happening? What in fresh hell?

“So um, you should come to one of my games some time. Like, Friday night, maybe.” He says after a minute, nodding slowly.

You click your tongue and nod with him, not really sure what to do or say, “I don’t know. I don’t know much about baseball.”

“That’s okay.” He shrugs, “We can get some pizza or something afterward. Or, french fries, since that’s all you eat.”

You snap your eyes back to him. He wouldn’t know that unless he’s been watching you. Why is Bucky Barnes watching you? What is happening? This is definitely taking a turn that you did not expect.

“I mean,” He shrugs, shaking his head, “You don’t have to, I was just, I just, you know, it’d be cool or whatever, since we’re, you know, talking, or, whatever.”

“Um, yeah, okay. Yeah. That, that’d be, that could be cool.” You answer, nodding your head faster as you fumble over your words.

Bucky smiles, running his hands through his hair, “Ok, cool. Cool. I guess, I'll see you Friday.”

“Well, aren’t you coming to class?” You ask, pointing your thumb toward the building behind you.

“Oh shit,” He laughs, “Yeah.”

He shoves his hands in his back pockets as the two of you start a slow stroll to your calculus class. You both end up being late and take a tongue lashing from Ms. Fertman as you take your seats. You scoot down in your chair, crack open your calculus book, and draw a giraffe driving a fire truck.

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konyah · 7 years ago

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Beginnings

Chapter 5 – Cherry Cake

Summary: Sakura helps Sasuke celebrate his birthday!

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this FOREVER! Sorry it’s been so long! School got busy, I got sick, and then the holidays rolled around lol. Regardless, I feel like this is my best chapter yet!!!!! Hope y’all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it~

First Chapter HERE | Previous Chapter HERE | Part of Origins series

Onyx eyes slowly fluttered open to the scent of smoked fish and miso soup cooking. He rolled over, expecting to find his lover next to him, only to frown at the lack of her absence. Of course, she was by the fire, preparing food. Who else would’ve been preparing a meal?

The shinobi slowly sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning, Sasuke-kun.” Sakura smiled warmly at him, flipping one of the filets. “Or, I guess I should say afternoon.”

“Hn.” Sasuke stood up before walking over to her, “You woke up early.” While it was a statement, he meant it more of like a question. He sat down next to Sakura at watched the flames cook their food.

“Yeah. I thought it would be nice to make breakfast for you.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, “After all, it is your birthday.”

“Ah.” He couldn’t help but to lean into her touch; it had become a natural reaction for him, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” A giggle escaped her lips, “I also have a small gift.”

The Uchiha raised his eyebrows at this. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting much of anything – he couldn’t even remember the last time he received a birthday gift. Sheepishly, Sakura brought out a pair of his pants, pointing to a seam where a hole had previously been.

“I know you’re not really into physical gifts. So I figured you’d want something more practical.” She looked away, “I know it’s not much, bu-“

“Sakura,” His eyes softened, “Thank you.” He took the pants from her. It was such a small gesture, but one he greatly appreciated.

After the two ate their food, they packed up and continued on their journey. They were in a comfortable silence, when they heard a familiar hawk screech as it flew towards them.

Sasuke held his right arm up for the bird to land on, and Sakura daintily grabbed the note that was around its foot. After dismissing the bird, Sakura handed him the note. It had very familiar, messy handwriting.

Hey Teme! It’s your birthday and I just wanted to wish ya a good one! I hope you have a happy 21st, especially with Sakura-chan! Speaking of which, I’m gonna give you a tip… Consider it a birthday present. You should try showing her some affection. Maybe hold her hand? She really likes ya, y’know. Anyways, take it easy today!

N & H

Sakura giggled at the note, Sasuke letting out a snort. If he knew that the two had been sharing a bed for the past 3 months, doing more than just sleeping…

The idea of what his reaction would be was highly amusing to the two.

“Well, we can’t disappoint Naruto, can we?” She chuckled, holding out her hand.

“Hn.” He smiled, weaving his fingers through hers, giving a gentle squeeze.

Night quickly arrived for the two, and they decided to settle in a nearby cave. After a typical dinner, Sasuke sat by the fire and watched the flames dance. A few moments later, once finished with cleaning up (she insisted since it was his birthday), Sakura leisurely sauntered over to him. She slowly lowered herself onto his lap, resting her hands behind his neck. She drew gentle, tantalizing circles.

“Your birthday isn’t over yet.” The pinkette teased him with gentle kisses around his ear, hot breath causing goose bumps on his skin, “And I really like you, yknow.” She was quoting their friend with a smile across her lips.

“Is that so?” Sasuke settled his hand on her rear, drawing her closer, a smirk on his own lips.

“Yeah, I like you so much, Sasuke-kun.” She pushed her hips into him on the emphasized word, “I wanna do things with you.”

His pants became tighter, “What kinds of things, Sakura? Be clear.” His voice was almost a hiss as she pushed against him again.

“Naughty, bad things.” Her kisses trailed to his cheek, “I want you take me anyway you want. I want you to make me yours tonight,” She pulled her head away so she could see the desire in his eyes, which was reflected in her own.

“Sa-su-ke,” She stressed each syllable, the last one going up in pitch, “kun.”

Before she could even gather what had happened, Sakura was pushed onto her back. A gasp attempted to escape her mouth, but she was cut off when his lips came crashing down on hers.

Clothes were off in a matter of seconds, practically torn from their bodies. Sasuke kissed down her neck and chest, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Her hands gripped his hair when his mouth enclosed around her pert nipple. His right hand gave attention to the other one.

Sasuke’s legs were in between hers, and she used them to relieve the friction where she so desperately wanted him. Getting the picture, he started kissing down her stomach, then past pink curls. He went to kiss her folds, but quickly changed direction and went to her thighs.

“Sasuke!” She protested with a groan, “Don’t be mean.”

“Hn.” He smirked.

“Stop tea-“ She stopped mid-word when he used his index and middle fingers to part her folds.

“You’re wet.” It was a simple observation.

“A-Anata…” She could feel her cheeks flush and heart race.

For good measure, he used his thumb to spread said wetness. He gently pulled his thumb away, a string of her juices following. “Really wet.”

“Please…”

That was all he needed to hear. Sasuke dipped his head and licked painfully slow – from her opening up to her clit. Sakura closed her eyes, and leaned her head back with a small moan. His tongue swirled around the nub just the way she licked. The kunoichi bucked her hips against him, urging him to use his fingers. He kindly obliged.

He could feel her walls tightening, signaling that she was close. Sasuke took his mouth away, causing a moan in objection.

“Sakura. Look at me when you cum.” He kept the pace with his fingers the same. Embarrassed, emerald eyes locked with black and violet. The two maintained eye contact as he continued with his mouth. Her hips continued to buck against his mouth, her breath in sync, growing high in pitch as she got closer. Sakura fought the urge to squeeze her eyes shut as the orgasm rolled through her body, fingers pulling dark locks.

Sasuke’s pace slowed down as he helped her ride out waves of pleasure. However, he never stopped. Confused eyebrows furrowed down at him, unsure by his goal. When he was positive that the sensitivity of her orgasm had faded away, he sped up his ministrations.

Desire slowly began to build up again, his intentions clear. Her mind spun as the intensity of his tongue mixed with the power of his fingers controlled her body.

“Fuuuuck.” Her voiced quivered as she pushed her ass off the ground, reaching for her finish. Sasuke struggled a bit as he raised his head with her, speeding up. Her nails danced between clawing at the ground and pulling his head deeper into her core. Ultimately, they settled with with tugging at his hair.

Breath caught in her throat, she unraveled before him for the second time that night. Her orgasm rolled through her muscles, and she laid back down on the ground.

Sasuke sat up, sliding his fingers out of her with ease. She was panting, chest still red. He held up slightly pruned digits, separating them so she could see the result of their actions. Her eyes met his when he slowly licked the juices.

“You’re perverted.” Was all she could think to say.

“Hn.” His smirk was devilish.

Despite her statement, she reached her arm out to him. Locking fingers, he helped her sit up. Sakura’s soft lips quickly met his, letting him know how good he did. As she slipped her tongue in his mouth, she wrapped one hand around his cock. He responded by moaning into her mouth, tightening his grip in her other hand.

She pulled her mouth away from his, their noses still touching. His lips remained parted, panting against her mouth. “Making me cum twice…” She sucked his lower lip, letting it out with a small pop. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be pleasuring you, y’know.” Her pumps picked up in speed.

“Tch. You don’t understand.” Sasuke leaned his head to the side as Sakura kissed down his chest, her hand still relentless. “Making you moan for me, feeling you tighten around me…” Their eyes met as her mouth closed around his cock. “It drives me mad.” His jaw clenched as her little, wet tongue swirled around the sensitive part of him.

His knuckles turned white as he squeezed her hand more. The Uchiha didn’t dare look away as she changed her movements to lick up and down his shaft. The way precum was starting to bead from his slit, the way her eyes looked up at him in the most sinister way (obviously, his words inspired a newfound confidence in her) … it was all way too erotic.

Sasuke released his grip from her hand, moving it to her neck (but not squeezing). He coaxed her back to his mouth. Though his thoughts were anything but, his kisses were gentle.

As she leaned back, Sakura’s hand reached out beside her to find her pants. Sasuke lifted himself up, allowing her to grab what she was looking for. With a smile, she opened the square packet and removed the latex condom. After she properly rolled it on him, she wrapped her arms around him as he aligned himself at her entrance.

Sasuke could tell that she wanted him to kiss her, but watching her mouth fall open with satisfaction when he pushed inside her was incredibly gratifying. It wasn’t until he was completely within her that he rewarded her with a deep, passionate kiss. He started with a gingerly pace, lazily allowing his cock to burry inside. When she pushed her hips against him, he moved faster.

The two stayed in this position for a while, their body heat, sounds, and scent filling the room. Feeling his climax getting close, Sasuke suddenly pulled out, causing a confused look from Sakura.

“Get on your hands and knees.” He was panting.

Blushing, she did so. This was their first time in a position other than missionary. She was both excited and nervous. He gently pushed her head down, so only her ass was in the air. Sakura turned her head to the side so she could look back at him.

Yeah… He’s definitely a pervert.

Though, when he slowly re-entered her, her moan was anything but innocent. In fact, Sasuke discovered that she was the perverted one with his next few pumps. While massaging her plump asset, still pounding into her, his thumb so-happened to graze her other opening. The gasp that escaped her lips caught his attention and he diverted his gaze her face, ready to apologize for accidentally crossing a boundary.

Instead, she was biting her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t look uncomfortable at all – if anything – he thought she wanted more.

To test the waters again, he ran his thumb over her pert hole, circling around it a few times. She responded by eagerly smacking her ass against him more.

Oh, she wants this? Sasuke retreated his hand and sucked on his thumb. Just when she thought he was done teasing her, the pinkette suddenly felt a second fullness.

Even though the Uchiha only went in to his first knuckle, the hollow moan that she let out echoed off the walls and went straight to his cock.

Before Sakura could comprehend what was happening, her walls tightened around Sasuke, encouraging him to move faster. High pitched moans and curled toes signaled that she was incredibly close.

Coil finally snapping, she dug her nails into the ground. The only reason why Sasuke pulled his thumb out instead of riding it with her was to catch his lover as her quivering legs gave out.

“Fuck, Anata.” She panted, “What was that?”

“Hn.” He chuckled, leaning over to kiss her back, “I could ask you the same.”

“Dirty man…” Sakura rolled over so she could properly kiss him.

“You enjoyed it.”

Instead of making a retort, Sakura snaked her tongue into his mouth. A strong arm went under her back to lift her into his lap. Instead of settling there, he pulled her down so he was on his back and she was on top of him. The look he gave her told her exactly what he wanted.

“Eh?” Emerald eyes went wide as her face flushed, “B-But I don’t know how to be on top…”

“I believe you said that I could take you anyway I want,” He smirked, thumb drawing imaginary circles on her hip, “Am I misquoting you?”

With an embarrassed pout, she pressed him back inside of her. Sasuke used his hand to help her find a comfortable pace that felt good to them. She started out with her hands on his chest, but ended up moving them to his legs to reach a better angle.

The view of her perky breasts bouncing, mouth wide open with gasps, almost made Sasuke unwind right there. However, as her legs were still weak from before, she couldn’t hold this position for very much longer. Before long, she was bent over him with her head against his neck.

Sasuke understood that he needed to move if he wanted to finish with her. Hand on her ass, his pumps became animalistic. He was quickly climbing the steps to completion, but knew that she still had a while to go. To speed things up, he brought his hand around to her pink curls and used his finger to apply pressure to her clit.

She clenched around around him, moaning his name. For the fourth time that night, she came around him. This time he joined her, with sweet grunts leaving his lips.

Completely spent, Sakura practically collapsed on top of him, causing his member to slip out of her. Sweat caused their bodies to cool down and their breaths eventually returned to natural.

“What inspired all of that?” Sakura nuzzled into his neck. His arm wrapped around her.

“You.”

She snorted, “I meant what you did with your thumb.”

“You practically begged for it.”

“Did not!” She sat up, pouting.

This time he chuckled, “Did you like it, though?”

Eyes darted away from him. Wasn’t the answer to that obvious?

“Sakura.” He grabbed her attention again, “Thank you for spending my birthday with me.”

Of course, Anata,” She kissed him with a giggle, “We should go to bed, though. I’m exhausted.”

Sasuke agreed, and the two got comfortable for the night, getting out blankets to keep them warm.

“Goodnight, Sasuke-kun.” Sakura closed her eyes, “I love you.”

He responded by gently tapping her forehead.

Next Chapter

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impalaimagining · 7 years ago

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PittCon Sunday

(sorry this is so late. my mind has been reeling since I stepped into Jensen’s hug. cut comes after the gold panel)

My heart was racing as I typed this because it contains the letters to Jared story and the interaction between he and I as I gave him the binder and reliving that moment is everything I ever wanted. My liiiffeeee <3333

Part One (Gold Panel):

They come walking down the glass bridge. Jensen waves. Jared pushes him aside and becomes the star of the show. Jared takes off his beanie and everybody screams (still don’t understand how he does it).

Someone in the second row continues to talk to Jared from her seat instead of waiting to be selected for a question. (*heavy eye rolling from me*)

Jared and Jensen are sleepy little dorks and I love it. They’re still running on Vancouver time. Jensen didn’t sleep Saturday night, he watched the hours roll by. Jared says we should’ve called Jensen and invited him out with us. Jensen’s got “about two hours of solid” him left before it gets either “really interesting or really boring.”

Jared realizes the actress who plays Hitler granddaughter is from Pittsburgh. They’re “chuggin’ along” with filming - already on episode six.

Jared says they’re still waiting for the call for season 14 renewal.

Fan is upset because Jensen promised to sing at SNS this year. He laughs and asks, “You believed that?!” He blames timezone switches and Rob, because Rob “likes Pittsburgh to himself.”

They’ve been on a juice diet because “summer was hard” on them (specifically Jared - who still looks incredible, by the way). As Jensen was walking on stage, he found a cup of goldfish crackers and stuffed a handful in his mouth. He comes on stage still chewing. They’re already talking about getting burgers for dinner Sunday night.

Jared envies people who can draw because he loves to do it but is “really bad at it.” Jensen makes a “mean stick figure.” They joke about they wish they could take their profession anywhere the way musicians and sketch artists/painters can. Jensen laughs and says he envisions Jared standing in front of a t-rex exhibit “To be! Or not to be!”

Jared takes on “Misha form!” while answering a question about their childhood memory. Jared tells the story of Tom starting kindergarten. He was flooded with emotions while the other parents were already used to taking their kids and just dropping them off. Meanwhile Jared is crying. Jensen says he has a lot of good childhood memories, but one of his favorite is his sixth birthday. He woke up and put on his cowboy outfit, complete with six-shooters and a sheriff’s badge. He walked outside and there was a horse in the yard for him to ride. Their yard wasn’t big, but he rode the horse in circles and shot his cap guns.

Jensen was never “into” sports medicine, but it was what he chose as he selected college major originally. Jensen says he thinks it would be fun to be a boat captain. Jared planned on going to school for engineering to follow in the footsteps of his brother. Instead, his brother ended up becoming a surgeon, and Jared thinks he would’ve followed that path as well. Jared’s other career options are doctor or teacher. “It’d be fun to be a wildlife photographer,” according to Jared. Jensen decides he wants to be a food and drink writer. Jared mocks avocado toast, Jensen says he’ll wolf one down if it allows him to travel to Italy.

Jared has so much trouble with his microphone.

They’ve never dreamed as Sam and Dean, but they dream about them and the set. Jared has had dreams about Kim Manners since his passing, where they talk, “which is... interesting.”

Danneel has to tell Jensen to stop using the Dean voice. Other times she’s like, “Can you please use the Dean voice...?”

Fan says alternate universe in s12 was out of left field but it was awesome. Asks if the boys have been surprised by anything the writers have thrown into the plot. Jensen says French Mistake. Jared says his big left field moment was when he traveled to Los Angeles before season 6 and met with Sera. She told him about soulless!Sam and he had to hide his gut reaction because he was right in front of her instead of being on the phone like he normally would be. Soulless!Sam is one of Jared’s favorite character twists.

Jensen would never rule theatre out of his life as a future option. He doesn’t currently have plans to return to the stage, but he wouldn’t mind going back. Jared says he hasn’t done theatre in a long time, and he loved it. It’s the “best training ground possible,” but it’s hard to keep it fresh. Jared compares theatre to doing squats for thirty minutes. Jensen laughs and mocks him. joking about never skipping leg day.

A fan is getting fired for being at the convention. Asks about binge watching because she has a lot of free time now. Jensen says he watched Ozark in a week. Jared says Breaking Bad, but he’s on to Ozark because of Jensen’s recommendation.

Fan gives suggestions for food places. A place called Burgatory. Jensen asks if there are any exits.

“Did someone say Sanchez?” - Jared... why

Unicorns or dragons? Jared: unicorns ‘cause they’re not going to kill me, and they fart rainbows. Jensen: I’m gonna go dragons. Speaking of dragons... anybody watch game of thrones? Jared jokes about Jensen ruining the show for him by mentioning dragons. Jensen asks if everyone is caught up. Fan says no. Jensen: “earmufffssss!” He thinks they totally ripped off the demon!Dean transformation scene.

Part Two:

Jensen Ackles photo op!

Was a little nervous but not really because like yeah he’s adorable and Jensen friggin Ackles but I didn’t have anything to tell him or show him so it was nothing like Misha (or Jared).

I walked up and said, “Hi! How are you?” He smiled and said, “I’m good. Tired. How are you?” I kind of yelled a little bit when I responded but it was so worth it. “Great now!” And then I proceeded to throw my arms around him and Chris took the picture. Jensen rubbed my shoulder as I was walking away.

His hugs are so soft and gentle. His voice is so sweet and smooth. Jensen Ackles smells amazing and he’s so... *sigh*

Part Three:

JARED. PADALECKI.

This is the motherfucking ultimate high point of my weekend. I met. I hugged. I got a photo with. Jared. Padalecki.

As I walked up, my heart was pounding let me tell you, boy. He smiles and says, “Hi!” oooh lawd his breath smells like booze and it’s something of my dreams (don’t ask.). I can smell his cologne. Y’all weren’t kidding when you said he uses a fuckton. I love it. I’m all giggly and nervous and I’m like, “I wanna show you something!”

I spin around and pull my hair back off my ear and show him my tattoo. He - I kid you not - screams over the music playing. “NO SHIT!” I nod and give him this giant smile. “That’s my handwriting!!!” Yes it is you big, beautiful man. “That’s awesome!” I’m in fuckin euphoria and I don’t even feel him lean against my head when Chris snaps the photo. I have no idea if I even looked into the camera at this point. I’m praying to God I did and as I leave, Jared gives me a little pat on the back and when I turn around, he’s still smiling at me. “Thanks so much!” I get a wink. I GET A MOTHERFUCKING JARED PADALECKI WINK I AM SIMULTANEOUSLY LIVING AND DYING. (the next person in line was already next to him while this is all happening, LOL)

I practically skip out of the room but there are no tears. How did I do this??? This man makes me so fucking happy I didn’t even cry??? Jared is my savior. That’s it.

Part Four:

Jim Beaver. What an adorable father-like man.

I’m thoroughly convinced he’s drunk when he comes on stage. Jim Beaver danced. Like... heavy footwork, light on his toes danced. He’s holding a coke can and I can pretty much guarantee it wasn’t just soda in that can.

I don’t remember much of his panel but the first thing he said was, “Hey idjits!”

A fan asked him to say balls. It was... kind of awesome.

A young girl came up to the mic to ask a question. He called her on stage and knelt down at her eye level. “Is that all you see???” She laughed. She has the same name as his daughter. They’re spelled the same way. “Are you my kid?? How weird would that be if my kid came all the way here and I didn’t know it. I didn’t buy her a plane ticket, I know that!” She asks her question (which I forget because I suck) and after he answers, he hugs her and sends her back off the stage.

Part Five:

J2 main panel. Boys come running down the center aisle through the crowd. Pretty convinced their body guards/handlers hate them lmao.

I’m not going to go through every question like I did for the gold panel. Jared and Jensen are perfect. That’s just about all you need to know.

Jared’s pretty sure he’s going to get in trouble for jumping. His back has been hurting. “The medicine, it works!”

It’s a glorious Sunday because “Dallas hasn’t played yet.”

Jared’s pretty sure turning 35 makes everything stop working.

Jim Beaver walks by in the glass bridge. Jared has the crowd yell “come back!”

Jensen thanks football fans for giving up opening day to be at the convention. Says it’s hard not to be in front of a tv on the first football Sunday. Terrible towels come out.

Jared compares having three kids to “drowning... and then someone throws you three kids.” Jensen originally only wanted one kid, but Danneel wanted three. They compromised on a second pregnancy. ... “You always find a way to get what you want, don’t you, ladies?”

Jensen apologizes for having to leave the J2 photo ops earlier in the day because Danneel had called him multiple times. He thought something was really wrong. When he called back, she asked if he could FaceTime quickly. Arrow was saying “dada.” “Unfortunately, it was our plumber that was there...”

If I had been playing the SPN Con drinking game I would’ve been wasted the entire weekend. Good Lord.

Jensen’s favorite episode to film was Baby. Jared’s favorites include episodes like Baby, French Mistake, Changing Channels, and Hollywood Babylon. It was the first time they were allowed to make fun of themselves and the industry. After filming Hollywood Babylon, they convinced the crew to give them the bigger trailers since they were already on set.

Working with kids depends on their parents.

Jared mentions GameBoy. Jensen has a moment like dude you’re so old why are you bringing up GameBoy. It becomes a running joke throughout the panel.

“Does your face hurt, Jensen?? Because it’s killin’ me!” ... dorks.

They turn off Sam and Dean when they go back to their real lives. It’s easy for them at this point to flip the switch of the emotional pain Sam and Dean go through because of their friends and especially their family.

Part Six: AUTOGRAPHS AND THE BINDER (!!!!!!)

Guys guys guys I’m freaking out at this point. I know how much trouble I could get in for giving something to Jared. The handlers are going to hate me. According to a friend, “They’ve kicked people out for less.” hashtag fuck.

Something happens with another fan and the woman announcing rows to head back to autos is wrapped up with other things. I waited so much longer than I should have. It was horrendous and put me that much more on edge.

Finally my row is called. I’m only in the fourth row. Why did it take this long.

Steve Miller Band is playing from Jared’s phone onto a bluetooth speaker while I’m standing in line. When I get to him, it’s Fly Like An Eagle.

“How’re you, sweetheart?” *dies* He signs my book. “Did you read it?” I nod and say yes, of course. “And...?!” I told him I loved it and I thought it was very brave of him to share as much and as honestly as he did. He smiles and then I bring up the binder.

Me: “I actually have something to give to you, and I know it could get me in a lot of crap for doing it this way. This is a project I put together. It’s letters from me and a lot of my friends because we just wanted to thank you for what you’ve done and let you know how much you mean to us. I don’t expect you to read them all, there’s a lot of them in there.” J: “I do like to read! *he’s flipping through them, paging to see just how many there are* No way! Damn girl!!!” Me: “It’s just something we did for you.” J: “Thank you. Thank you very much. Please pass on my gratitude to whoever sent you a letter.” Me: “I will, thank you!!!” J: “Thank you.” AND THE FREAKIN’ SMILE OMG.

I don’t know how I lived. I don’t know how me and my shaky knees made it to Jensen’s autograph line but I did and he is such a sweetheart, my goodness.

I slipped Jensen my book and he was just so tired omg it’s so sad and adorable. He signed the wrong page of my FDEWB book because sleeeepy.

He slid it across the table to me and I thanked him for everything. He said “You’re welcome.” And patted the back of my hand and again, *i die*

THUS CONCLUDES MY FIRST EVER CON WEEKEND MY LIFE HAS BEEN MADE AND JARED HAS THE LETTERS AND MY SHIRT /STILL/ SMELLS LIKE HIM.

#Taylor Takes PittCon #PittCon 2017: The Jared Padalecki Project #PittCon2017 #PittCon #SPNPitt #Supernatural PittCon #Supernatural Pittsburgh

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winwiniswinning · 8 years ago

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Boyfriend! Johnny

So I haven’t posted any writing in a while oops

And I do have a scenario in the works (GOT7′s Jinyoung) but I’m having a brain freeze with it right now. Like I know what’s going to happen next but I don’t know how to put it into words. It’s complicated

I still wanted to post something so I’m gonna do these boyfriend! things maybe? I know a lot of writers do them but they’re fun to read

I was originally gonna try something new, like a babysitter! series but idk how it’d work lol

And I also wanna write for other groups too but I don’t know what to. Like I have lots of ideas for scenarios but I’m not sure if they’ll work out

Lol I’m a mess

Anyways, I’m sure y’all are so done with my talk so lets get started

So you met Johnny through an exchange program

Your university had a sister university in South Korea and you decided to take study there for the year

One of the classes you decided to take was photography cause you thought it’d be interesting and fun to do. Like a bit more lighthearted compared to other classes

When you get to class, you’re honestly just really nervous cause you don’t know how to interact with Korean people. You know that they’re just the same as other people, just they speak Korean but you just dunno

So you seat yourself close to the back where you’ve got a nice view of the front of the room and you’re not too far in the back but you’re not in the front as well. WHY DON’T I JUST SAY IT’S IN THE MIDDLE

Nobody approaches you and you’re just too worried about messing up when you speak Korean so you just listen to people’s convos and try to understand what they’re talking about

Cause damn do they talk fast

And Johnny comes walking in and you can just automatically feel his presence

Like the girls start to giggle and whisper to each other and the guys all come to greet him with fist bumps and pats on the back.

You just know he’s one of those guys that everyone loves

And he sits right next to you. You’re just shooketh like whatttttt

“Hey, I’m Johnny! Are you an exchange student here? I heard that we were getting some exchange students in this class that speak English.”

“Um, I... yeah.” You say sort of defeated cause dang you were gonna reply really fluently in Korean but you just forgot every word you’d learned.

“It’s fine, you can speak English with me if you’re more comfortable with that. I’m from America.”

And from then on, you and Johnny sort of just always chatted together. It turned out you guys also have a few other classes together

You’re really happy that you got to know him cause he really helps you with your Korean when you have trouble remembering grammar rules and stuff

After a few months, you guys are really tight

Like #friendshipgoals

Everyone thinks y’all are dating cause you hang out a ton and Johnny likes to make fun of your height difference by resting his arm on your head or just casually slinging his arm on your shoulders

Honestly, you’ve kind of gotten a crush on Johnny. He’s so funny, cute, and nice to everyone that you totally understand why all the guys and girls talk about him

But you try to not think too much about your crush on him cause you’re positive that he only sees you as a super close friend, like #bros4life or something like that

After a long time, you really can’t stand your crush on Johnny anymore

I mean, damn, this dude is hot but innocent and all that... he’s like irresistible

So you’re about to blow from keeping your crush on him secret and you make the big mistake about ranting all about it to Doyoung

Who automatically tells everyone after you finish ranting

And everyone’s plotting how to get y’all together cause they know that Johnny also secretly has a thing for you

They’ve seen the way that he looks so much happier when he’s sitting next to you, or how he slings his arm around you so much more nowadays and laughs so hard when he teases you

And you’re just oblivious to Johnny’s subtle (like literally almost not there, he’s just upping the skinship level the smallest bit) flirting so they decide to give y’all a little helping hand.

One day, Doyoung slyly puts a note on your desk in one of your classes that you guys shared together that says, Can you meet me on the track at 1? - Johnny

Doyoung even freaking copied Johnny’s handwriting perfectly

And then Jaehyun did the same to Johnny, by copying your handwriting.

So the two of you are both confused as heck cause you’re close friends so why would you guys bother to set up a time and place to meet when you always see each other?

But you both meet on the track at 1 and you’re like,

“So, you had something to tell me?”

“No... You’re the one who asked for me to come to the track.”

“What.”

And all the guys were hiding behind a bush, watching you two but Yuta couldn’t take it so he legit jumps out of the bushes

Y’all shook

The guys are shook

Yuta is shook by himself

And by then everyone else is like, fuck it, these two are way too oblivious about each other’s feelings to confess

And in the end, the guys are all like “Y/N likes you Johnny!” and “Johnny likes you Y/N!”

“NOW GET TOGETHER.”

And after realizing that you both have feelings for each other, you just sort of become a couple.

Okay, that a super long intro... sorry ‘bout that

So your relationship with Johnny would be really fun

You guys would definitely do some crazy things that Johnny has always wanted to do

Like skydiving

Now that was one crazy adventure

He’d also love to run around in the rain with you

Just because it’s random and fun and exciting

After you guys play in the rain, he’ll run a hot bath with rose petals and rose oil and maybe some Epsom salt just for you

And you’ll always pull him into the bath with you because you feel bad cause you’re sure he’ll catch a cold if he waits outside on the couch with a flimsy little towel wrapped around his shoulders

And it’ll be a really chill bath time

You guys are totally find with seeing each other naked

Although it was slightly awkward the first time you guys did it

“Um.”

“Do you want to take off your clothes first and then get into the bath and then I’ll come in and take off my clothes or...”

“Um.”

But after a few times, it becomes natural for you two

Johnny loves asking you to scrub his back

And he’ll massage your shoulders, your neck, and whatever other tense muscles

It’s just a loving pamper time between the both of you

I think Johnny would be pretty big about skinship

You guys were already casual with skinship when you were friends anyways so he would get straight to holding hands with you

Honestly, he beamed when you made the move to hold hands instead of him for the first time

Backhugs would be a thing with you

Because of your size difference, he loves backhugs so he can rest his head on top of yours and trace circles on your hips lightly

And you’ll just lean back into him

PDA doesn’t go that far, only holding hands, backhugs, and pecks on the cheeks

He loves running his hands over your collarbone or tapping on your collarbone. For some reason, it calms him down.

When you guys are on the couch watching TV or YouTube, he loves to lie down on top of your legs

And you’ll run your fingers through his hair and give him some soothing face massages

You’ll rub circles in his temples and between his eyebrows

Johnny relaxes so much when he’s in your arms

It’s like you just suck all the stress out of him

And if you have a book with you, you’ll read it out loud to him

But even if you don’t, you’ll make up a story or talk about some moments from your past upon his request

If you guys are on the couch and you aren’t in the position mentioned above, then you’re probably cuddling.

Johnny’s couch cuddles with you are usually spooning

He’ll start by gently wrapping his arms around you before totally flopping the both of you on your sides so you’re both in a really comfortable cuddling position

Maybe kiss your ear a bit (he loves to kiss your ear)

And whisper weird puns in your ear

Sometimes tickle fights start

Just saying, you always win

When you’re really stressed out or crying, Johnny peppers your face with light gentle kisses to make you laugh

He’ll just cup your face in his hands and kiss everywhere

As I said before, your PDA really only includes backhugs, cheek kisses, and hand holding but when you two are alone, Johnny tends to like making out with you

He’ll start slowly and passionate, where you can really feel his love for you seeping out of his lips... lmao that sounds weird but you get it, right?

If you guys are feeling it, he’ll turn it up a notch and start getting a bit aggressive and fast, which can lead to a bit of.. well ya know (I’m still smol)

Johnny is definitely a very proud boyfriend and loves to show you off since you can come off as a little shy in certain situations

“Isn’t Y/N so great?”

“If you’re already this impressed then you’ll probably faint later cause she isn’t even showing you all that she’s got. My girl is a special one for sure!”

“Johnny, stop you’re embarrassing me.”

“You don’t need to feel embarrassed! You’re amazing.”

Followed by him ruffling your hair

Whenever you start to doubt yourself, whether it’s about your looks, your capability to do things, or just yourself in general, Johnny is always right in your corner

“You know Y/N, you’re so headstrong and that’s one of the reasons I love you so much. You’re absolutely capable of doing whatever you set your mind on and you should never forget that. I don’t care what other people think about you, because they don’t know you the same as I do. I know that you have one of the biggest hearts in the world, and in my eyes, you’re more beautiful than any of those photo shopped pictures of models, actors, and singers. You need to stop comparing yourself to others and see yourself in the same light that I see you in. Because Y/N, you spread so much light where ever you go and to me, you’re an absolute blessing.”

Damn, those are the words that I honestly wanna tell everyone... And the words that I want to believe but my low self confidence is like, naaaaa

Okay I’m actually feeling so emotional now from writing that paragraph

I need to get back onto the road of happy fluffy things

Like Johnny getting jellyyyy

I’m gonna warn you, Johnny will do a 180 from his usual playful self when he’s jealous

He’ll act overprotective and you’ll notice that he makes his posture better to look taller. As if he needs to look taller, the guy is a freaking tree or something.

When he notices someone hitting on you, he’ll act casual about it for a bit, just to see if the person will understand that you’re not interested in them.

If they’re still trying to get your attention, Johnny will protectively slide his arm around your waist and pull you roughly against him. Sometimes to the point where you end up stumbling into his chest.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Y/N’s more interested in me than you.”

And he’ll lowkey give them a death glare before stalking off with you

“Johnny, don’t be so mean!” *smack on his chest*

“They were trying to hit on you, I was just being a man!”

“Ugh, whatever.”

“You know I love you right?” *peck on cheek*

“Yesssss.” *hug*

When Johnny gets upset about something, he’ll tend to stick to himself and you’ll have to let him spend some alone time to think

You’ll know that he wants some comfort from you if he comes out of his room

He’ll probably want you to hold his hands in yours and look him in the eye and say that everything is fine

And when the two of you get in a fight, Johnny will be a bit stubborn about saying sorry

So he might give you the cold shoulder for bit but he’ll end up running back to you with a bouquet of flowers and a handwritten letter (if it was a big argument) or he’ll buy you your favorite food/candy (if it was a smaller argument)

Johnny would be big on calling you pet names

Not stuff like honey, sweetie, or stuff

But things like my queen (he once said that you reigned over his heart so princess wasn’t right), baby girl, my love (more when he’s teasing you)

For example: “Hellooooo mah love” or “Hey y’all, look! It’s my love!” *runs to you with his arms flailing everywhere* “MY LOVE!” *you run away cause he’s a total embarrassment”

But basically you guys have a total fluffy relationship and he’s the most supportive person ever. He genuinely loves you and is always reminding you that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened in his life

Okay I gotta stop before I add Johnny on my could be bias list and make it even longer.

Yes I have that sort of list

Cause I’m hopeless and can’t figure out which member is my bias

#nctwriters #winwiniswinning #johnny #bullet point #boyfriend!johnny #nct #nct 127 #doyoung #taeil #taeyong #mark #ten #haechan #jaehyun #yuta #winwin

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janetstudies · 8 years ago

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Hello ♥︎ I just started reading your blog and... I fell in love with it. I would like to ask you (and I'm sorry if you had done this before, in this case, could you send me a link? 🙈 ) about your "essentials" and maybe some tips for neat, beautiful and cute notes? Maybe some tips on neat handwriting?✎ it would be just amazing! Thanks in advance! ♡♡♡♡

Hello! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to reply :-( thank you so much, that means a lot to me ♥ No, I haven’t really been asked this question before so here are a few tips I live by -

ESSENTIALS/TIPS:

I don’t really have a specific set of “essentials,” I love a good notebook but I’m not so picky whenever I buy pads/papers/notebooks. Remember that it doesn’t really matter whether you have an expensive notebook or not, what matters is what you write in it/that you even have a notebook in the first place (a lot of people don’t have the means to buy even a single notebook).

While I’m not so picky when it comes to notebooks, I’m incredibly picky when it comes to pens. I believe that the pen used while writing has a direct correlation to the handwriting produced (LOL). I actually don’t like gel pens with too thin a point - this means 0.1, 0.2, even 0.3 pens at times. I use 0.3 Zebra Sarasa pens and 0.38 Muji gel pens and they work really well, but I don’t use them for writing notes; only for lettering and decorating my bullet journal.

Find the pen that matches you. In my case, these are Faber Castell ballpoint pens (0.5/0.7), 0.5 Muji gel pens, 0.5 Dong-a U-knock gel pens. I prefer pens with points greater than or equal to 0.4 but I don’t like them too thick, just balanced. Like what I said: the pen you use affects your handwriting.

PRACTICE. This really important. I used to suck at lettering - y’all should see what my lettering looked like when I was just starting out. While I’m not saying that I have beautiful lettering now, it’s definitely improved as opposed to what it looked before. I had my classmate teach me the basics and I practiced every day; had him check my work and correct what should be corrected. (Kudos to him - he was REALLY patient with me even though I was probably really annoying, having my lettering checked Every. Single. Time.) I eventually got better as I practiced more. My point is: practice!

Regarding practice: don’t get annoyed if you don’t get the results you want on your first try. Practice makes perfect, and as you work on your handwriting/lettering it’ll get better eventually. I know it’s a pain to see mediocre handwriting/lettering every single time you practice, but I swear - it’ll get better. Just keep on persevering and you’ll get the results you want in no time.

Use inspiration. See pictures of notes with lettering you like? You can try and practice your handwriting by copying/imitating the lettering in the photo - it’s fun and satisfying, especially as you come close to completely imitating how the person wrote his/her lettering. This way, whenever you letter titles or anything else your hand will literally turn on autopilot mode and because you practiced on imitating someone else’s lettering the result will turn out to be just like theirs. I’ve no idea if y’all even get what I mean I couldn’t phrase it any way else lmao but yup, it worked on me like a charm - I practiced imitating my classmate’s writing and eventually succeeded: I could do my notes exactly the way he did his. He was pretty chill with it; he was even proud I could do it considering the state my lettering was before haha. (I’ve no idea if this is considered ‘muscle memory,’ but yep.)

A FEW POSTS REGARDING HANDWRITING/LETTERING:

Focusign’s Tips for Writing Prettier Notes

Guide to Aesthetically Pleasing Notes by Areistotle

How to Maintain Good Notes by Skeletonstudy

The Organised Student’s Note Taking System

The Organised Student’s Pretty Notes

Upgrade Your Notes by Studylou

#mine*#handwriting #lettering #writing tips #handwriting tips #janetstudies #answered

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doyeon-ie · 8 years ago

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Get to know me Tag!

tagged by @cu-ten-ess, follow this actual cutie!

1. Are you named after someone?

i don’t think so???

2. When was the last time you cried?

earlier today but only a lil bit bc i was thinking of piano i think o o p s

3. Do you like your handwriting?

nope it’s like not messy but it’s not nice either so it’s just kinda e w

4. What is your favorite lunch to eat?

food in general tbh.

5. Do you have kids?

i’m like two y’all joking right

6. If you were another person would you still be friends with you?

idk man probably bc i like hanging out with people with similar interests and ya know, bc i’m me, i’d think we’d have the same interests

7. Do you use sarcasm?

lol when don’t i use it is the question

8. Do you still have your tonsils?

i think?????

9. Would you bungee jump?

n O P E

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? KRAVE CEREAL AND REESE’S PUFF MY DUDE

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

nope i just slip them off and on tbh i probably shouldn’t but i mean ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

12. Do you think you’re a strong person?

eh probably not

13. What is your favorite ice cream flavour?

there’s a lot lmao cookie dough, oreo, green tea, strawberry, you feel

14. What is the first thing you notice about people?

their posture o O OPS

15. Red or pink?

pink yo

6. What is your least favorite physical feature about yourself?

my face is rlly fricken square and my legs could be nice bUT THEY AINT and i wanna lose my tum

17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now?

im barefoot and im wearing black leggings rn

18. What is the last thing you ate?

chocolate chip banana braed aye

19. What are you listening to right now?

one dream by boa bc my sister is playing songs rn lmao

20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

idk a blue or a purple probs

21. Favorite smell?

i rlly like the smell of baking cookies oop

22. Who was the last person you spoke on the phone to?

uhm my sister...?

23. Favorite sport to watch?

gymnastics and figure skating count right bc they’re sports and i’m not rlly into that whole flying balls situation lmao

24. Hair color?

black

25. Eye color?

dark brown

26. Do you wear contacts?

nope, but i might need to for one eye in the future

27. Favorite food to eat?

icE CREAM, pizza, pasta, roast pork, chicken, cookies

28. Scary movies or comedy?

cOMEDY OH MY GOD I CANT WATCH SCARY MOVIES FOR SHIT

29. Last movie you watched?

idek man i can’t remember lmao

30. What color shirt are you wearing?

pink magentaish

31. Summer or winter?

summer because it’s warm and i don’t have school

32. Hugs or kisses?

hugs with smol kisses :)

33. What book are you currently reading?

the rose society by marie lu! i read the young elites (the first book in the series) in like a day and a half lmao

34. who do you miss right now?

jaemin, ten, kunsol, but irl i’m not rlly missing anyone so i think that’s a good thing??

35. What is on your mouse pad?

an ad for my cable company lmao

36. What is the last TV program you watch?

does yuri on ice count lmao

37. What is the best sound?

music

38. Rolling Stones or Beatles?

the beatles bc i’m more famillar with them i guess

39. What is the furthest you’ve ever traveled?

hawaii when i was an even smoller baby

40. Do you have a special talent?

that i play piano?? it rlly shouldn’t be a talent bc i suck lmao. same egoes for dance, but i can blame that on only dancing for about a year ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

41. Where were you born?

in canada i’m being vague to throw off y’all stalkers smh jk i love y’all

tagging: @jaeminnana @smolmarkhyuck @jeonsomi @springdaes @cherryuta @musicstar-chenle

#obvs you don't have to do the tag if you dont want to!#tagged #tag game

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thighdols · 8 years ago

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Make a wish - Scenario/ Too Long Drabble (BTS)

an original drabble by admin Park.

Theme/Character breakdown: Jhope TvPresenterAU! A retro and corny Tv game show. BTS’ Jin, Rapmonster, Jimin, Jungkook, V, Suga appear as ‘lucky’ guests of the show, each with a wild persona i cant explain in this short summary.

Summary: BTS are really not good at thinking of wishes to come true, especially on live TV in the 1900s. And on top of that, Jhope’s new television show contains some pretty weird stuff.

word count: 1.3K lol wtf it was meant to be short

Genre: Crack and stupid and weird and magic and not logic etc (very good genre i read so much of that)

side note; when ur reading this imagine it on set of one of those 90′s game shows, BTS with trends that were cool then and crappy TV reception ;)

‘WE’RE LIVE!!’ A host voice announced.

“Hi! Hello! Annyeong! It is I, Jung Hoseok and tonight TheJungoShow is finally making its first appearance!” Audience members cheer and Jhope dances around the stage in his silver sequined suit, the light reflecting off his boots and blinding the viewers - probably anyone in the country really.

“If you don’t know, tonight’s segment on my show is called ‘make a wish’ and basically; we get some very, VERY lucky guests to join me on stage, and choose their desires, anything they can imagine shall be granted!!” Hoseok shouts, sending the paid ‘audience’ wild but putting off viewers at home. Corny music plays, the host jams, but a set of screen doors open, revealing the six guests for tonight’s segment.

First enters a sour contestant; his blonde hair covering his face, wearing jeans ripped to shreds and a baseball jacket. He finds it difficult to hold back the urge to flip off the cameras live.His nametag says ‘Yoongi’ in scribbled handwriting. Closely behind him a smiley character skips, his brown fringe poking out a backwards cap, his badge says “JIMIN <3″. The audience is quite entertained by the next man, blowing a corny kiss to the crowd and swishing himself all over the isle, his name tag says JIN. The man behind him rolls his eyes, showing off as he strips his denim jacket and ties or around his waist. The ladies coo and “Jungkookie” bounces his eyebrows. Hoseok recieves a cute wave from the next contestant - “TAETAE!!!” his nametag reads. The sandy haired boy puts his glasses against the back of his neck, sits next to Jimin, and performs a childish handshake, sending Jin into cringe attacks. Finally, Hoseok announces “Our final man, our brains, our only sane contestant, though his fellow teammates have said hes ‘always sexually anxious?’ Uhhh anyway here comes NAMJOON!!!” Namjoon walks up the isle, death glaring his friends but smiling sweetly at the crowd, throwing his sunglasses off to the them and intimidatingly telling Taehyung to move out of his seat, taking it and quickly going back to acting sweet.

The six take their seats at a glittery counter and their names flash up on screens; "Golden Maknae," "Princess", "Min Suga Genius", "I got Jams", "The leader" and "The best maknae" is written in yellow font.

Hoseoks booming and screeching voice introduces and promotes the show yet again, yelling "Bring out the wishes!" Into thin air. The confusion is broken when a sassy figure enters, wearing extremely short shorts, suspenders and a silver sequinned singlet. They flash a white smile at the crowd and femininely pass a stack of cards to the host, standing off to the side. "Thank you, Key" Hoseok announces, making the crowd cheer as Key "bows" and lowkey slut drops in the process.

The lights slightly dim and a spotlight appears, taking about five minutes to not only flash to Hoseok but the contestants too.

"Let's start with Jin" he smiles, walking over to Jins spot and receiving a blown kiss. "Yes, yes, hello. Okay, what will your first wish be Mr Kim?" He asks, (causing Taehyung to think he's being asked and Jungkook shushing him.)

"Anyway" Jin coughs, glaring at Taehyung and returning to flip his hair to the camera. "I already have the best looks, but one of the members won't understand it, he's too busy looking at themselves. I wish....that Min Yoongi couldn't see anything but me!!" He smiles innocently and Hoseok agrees, the crowd goes wild but Yoongi starts to freak out, screaming something at Jin. Suddenly, Yoongis eyes are covered by an appeared blindfold. He tries to rip it off, but somehow it's magically stuck. "HE DIDNT SAY SEE NOTHING AT ALL!!" Yoongi squeals. Jhope simply laughs deeply "Oh, sorry Yoongi, well I guess it's too late now!!" He shrugs and the crowd bursts into laughter, including all the members except Yoongi.

Hoseok then slides over in front of Taehyung. "Okay, now it's your turn man!" The crowd settles and the music quietens.

"What do you want from us Taehyung?" Taehyung pauses, obviously made the stupid decision of not thinking this through before. He finally speaks. "Mr Jung, I'd like- I wish for chocolate, to be able to have access to it allllll the time. For FREE." Hoseok nods, flashing the camera an evil smile. Taehyung is forced off his chair, the members looking behind the counter in horror. Taehyung stands up, revealing his appearance the same....but completely made of chocolate. The crowd cheers and gasps. He doesn't seem concerned, already on the job of eating himself. Hoseok laughs with the crowd, Key looks way too pleased, the members freak out and Yoongi’s confused as hell.

Next, Hoseok drags his overly-entertained self to Jimin’s side. The question is asked and Jimin puts his Taehyung worries aside for now. “I want to be taller” he says, leaning over so hoseoks microphone and shooting Jungkook a glare. “way taller than Jungkook - and all the members” He sits back and Hoseok nods to the camera. In no time, Jimin starts to grow, first laughing in the members faces - swapping roles when they giggle at the growing, panicking Jimin who’s now in contact with the roof. He loses balance and falls to the ground breaking alot of stuff, lol @ namjoon. Jungkook looks down at his fallen hyung, “dude you’re still smaller than me on the ground!” The audience erupts with laughter and Taehyungs missing a hand.

Hoseok turns to Jungkook now, so carefree that he hasn’t changed his position after the Jimin event. Jungkook wipes his laugh tears and gets himself together. “Hey, Mr Jung” he says, winking at the camera. “I wish, that every BTS iconic quote ever was said by me.” Hoseok makes an ‘ooooooooooo!” sound, looking impressed at the audience. Key passes him a remote and Hoseok turns on an old TV in the corner and all your favourite Bts moments ™ play, one by one. This time, Jungkook says “infires!” ™ as well as “Infires man yeah!” ™ to himself. Instead of V’s “Shit down!” ™ Jungkook is saying it, sitting beside V. Jimin almost has another heart attack when Jungkook replaces his “Excuse me!” ™. He says “You got no jams!™, as well as “Jimin is very no fun!” ™, seeming to be the only one on the plane in ‘english time’. ™ Member by member loses their shit, but it’s Jungkooks turn to when his auto-tuned voice starts singing expensive girl™.

“WAIT NO NOT THAT ONE!!!” he screams, TV BLEEPs playing over the swear-inception of the expensive girl™ and real life Jungkook voices.

Hoseok leaves the suffering maknae to appear beside Namjoon, tipping his microphone to him. “What will it be?” he smiles, talking in a deep voice.

Namjoon rips the microphone out of Hoseoks hand, locking with the camera. “I wish seventeen would come take Jungkook out of this band - hes always kissing their asses.” Jungkook starts to deny but disappears. An extremely pleased smile appears on Jimins face as his head pops up behind the counter. Namjoon gives an ‘ayyyyyy’ to all the members, whether or not they’re pleased. Hoseok, looking nervous, brings himself to walk to yoong- brings himself to keep on the other side of the bench actually. “s-so, Yoongi” he begins, forcing himself to try smile. Yoongi sits suspiciously quiet for a while, casually making sure the blindfold is stuck one last time.

Out of the blue a horrendous squeal errupts from the blonde boy, jumping over the counter and running aimlessly while trying to find Hoseok. He breaks everything in his path lol @ namjoon again until he throws something, making the host scream and run. Yoongi picks up a chair and throws it to the camera.

The last thing you hear is the host (and a lot of others) of TheJungoShow squeal a last time. Your TV screen goes black.

“Man, this show SUCKS ASS!” You cry, turning off the TV and leaving.

Hope y’all enjoyed this (????idk) it was kinda way too long and shitty but anyway leave a request in our inbox what you wanna see next !!!!!

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