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[manheeiim]

chapter nine: homecoming & connections

-- a ghostly love masterlist

I sat on the stage with Charley and Mr. Martin as Wally did push-ups with Rhonda on his back. My legs were crossed and my hands were resting in my lap as I just watched. Who would’ve thought that I would’ve ended up with a crush on some guy who’s technically speaking, if we were still alive, 30 years older than me. Not me, that’s for sure. But, here I was. I hadn’t had a crush on a guy in a long time, so maybe that was why my feelings were more intense than usual.

“38. 39.” Wally counted as he did push-ups. 

“Can I get off now?” Rhonda asked.

“No. One more.” He said before doing another push-up. “40.” He counted.

“Okay, I’m getting off.” Rhonda told him as she got up.

“Okay. Yeah.” Wally said as he quickly got up, clapping his hands as he turned to face everyone. “All right, who’s next?” He asked before looking directly at me. “Lucia, you want to ride the pony?” He suggestively asked before he winked at me.

“N- no.” I responded, a little taken aback although, why even was I at this point. I had to start getting used to this.

“It’s a countdown, baby. We’ve got ten hours until the homecoming game.” Wally said, obviously excited. I didn’t know how he could be though, knowing that he had died on homecoming. He gave Mr. Martin a high five before standing next to me, “We’ve got to pump it up.” He said before hopping up onto the stage next to me, laying down.

“Oh, we are pumped, Wally.” Mr. Martin told him. “This is what pumped looks like for some of us.” He said. 

“Any more pumped and I’ll throw up in my hat.” Rhonda said.

Wally sat up, putting his hand on my thigh as he put the other on the stage, scooting up a little. 

Mr. Martin gave Rhonda a look, “Or not. More pumping!” She said, fakely enthusiastic. 

“All right. Has everyone signed up for a prep committee?” Mr. Martin asked us. “We still need more help with decorations and refreshments.” He told us. “Right. Who’s going to be blowing up balloons? And who’s going to be making my crown of sparklers?” Wally asked.

“I’ll help you blow up your balloons.” Charley told him. “No one likes a sad pony.” He then said before looking over at me with his eyebrows raised.

<3

I lay on the floor next to Wally as we finished up painting his “Go Wally!” sign. “Why do we have to do this when the school already has decorations?” I asked.

“It’s kind of a tradition at this point.” Charley said with a shrug.

“He’s right.” Rhonda told me. “Once a year, we’re forced to relive Wally’s glory days.” She said.

I looked over at Wally, “Hey, at least I had glory.” He retorted.

“Wow.” I commented. “I don’t get how you like homecoming so much.” I then told him. “Considering, you died at homecoming.” I added.

“I mean, my family still shows up for me every year, so I try to show up for them, you know?” Wally answered and I just nodded, I guess that made sense. That reminded me though, my mom was probably going to be at this game, despite the fact that I’d died not too long ago. “You’re coming to the game, right?” Wally asked.

“Yeah, I am.” I answered.

“Cool.” Was all Wally said in response before going back to painting.

<3

We were all scattered around the bleachers, and the football field, watching the football team get ready for homecoming later that night. I sat on the grass, or really, the artificial grass that they used for football fields, and leaned against the y-shaped goal post. I watched as Wally played with the football. It ended up coming rolling my way and he ran over.

“Yo, a little help?” He asked as he held his hand up, wanting me to throw the ball to him.

“I’m not that good at throwing footballs.” I responded.

He came over and sat down next to me, grabbing the football before leaning against the pole just as I was. He let out a sigh. 

“Aren’t you going to.. practice more?” I asked, feeling a little flustered about the fact that it was just the two of us, alone.

“Oh, no. I’m maxed out.” He told me. “I gotta save myself for the big show.” He said. “But anyway, what’s up with you? How have you been… feeling lately? Adjusting to the life of the undead well?” Wally asked.

I giggled, why did he have to call it that. “I’m- I’m okay.” I responded. “I think that I’ve just been getting used to this and the fact that this is going to be how it is for me.” I told Wally. 

“That’s good.” Wally said. “Oh shit, I just remembered. I wanted to ask when we were making the sign but I didn’t want to ask in front of everyone else.” Wally explained.

“Sure, what is it?” I waited for what he had to ask.

“Do you think your mom is going to come to homecoming?” Wally asked me. 

I thought for a moment, “I don’t know.” I responded. “I.. hope not.” I admitted. “But, if she does come, maybe I’ll just tell myself that it’s her way of grieving.” I said.

“Well, you know, my parents, they’ve been coming to my games for 20 years now.” Wally told me. “And it never feels great.” He told me. “Unless we win of course, then it does.” He jokingly added, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“Does your dad do the whole crazy fan thing? Like, curse at the refs and scream at the coaches?” I asked.

Wally scoffed, “Um” He’s silent for a few moments, “my mom always pushed me to be the best version of myself, you know, on and off the field.” He responded, seemingly avoiding the topic.

Shit, did he not have a dad? Was his dad not around like mine wasn’t? I should’ve considered that, I thought to myself. 

“Oh, um. That’s good. But, didn’t you die on the field?” I asked.

“Yep, I was right at the five-yard line.” He pointed at it. “And I was running, and then I heard my neck,” He made a noise that imitated the sound of his neck cracking. “And it was lights out, but it did not hurt at all.” Wally told me. “Is that what happened to you?” Wally asked me.

“Yeah, I think so. I don’t remember if I heard my neck crack or not. But, I think with the way I landed, that’s probably what happened.” I answered.

“Shit.” Was all Wally said. There’s a sudden whistle sound coming from the coach. Wally got up, “That was my cue. I’ll see you later, right?” Wally asked and I nodded “You’ll cheer for me?” He asked and I nodded once again, smiling. “Whoo.” He happily said before running off.

I couldn’t help but think that I might’ve upset him when asking about his dad. I felt bad. I, of all people, should’ve known not to assume things when it comes to parents. Was he mad at me now? I didn’t know if I wanted to know.

<3

I stand at the end of the line of cheerleaders. Did I particularly want to be cheering right now? No, definitely not. But, Wally had asked me to cheer for him and not only was he my crush, but I knew that this day was important to him, so I did it. For him.

I watched as the football team ran through the paper sign and out onto the field. I then watched as two of the other ghosts got ready with the paper sign for Wally. I cheered more enthusiastically now since I knew he’d be out any second.

He jumped through the paper sign, breaking it, as he shouted happily. He took the helmet off and looked around, “It’s game day, baby!” He said. I watched as he saluted to three shirtless guys with letters painted on their chests. He then looked over and we made eye contact. He smiled at the sight of me and I smiled back. He came over to me and put his hand on my arms, looking down at me. 

“You look beautiful.” He told me before going out to where the footballers were.

I blushed as I looked down at the ground before heading up to the bleachers where all the other ghosts were sitting, ready to watch the game. I sat down at the end of one of the rows, not really near the others. 

<3

A few minutes passed, and I watched Wally run up the stairs to greet the others. I looked back and watched him as he shook Mr. Martin and Rhonda’s hands and kissed Charley on the cheek. He gave high-fives and fist bumps and he really seemed to be having a good time. I was happy for him. 

I watched as he looked over at me with a smile and came down to where I was sitting. He bent down and looked past me for a moment before looking at me again. “Hey, you see her?” He asked and I looked in the direction that he was looking towards.

I saw an older woman, she looked to be in her early-70’s, I’d say. She was fully decked out in the school’s merchandise.

“That is my mama.” Wally told me and I glanced over at him again before looking at her. “She has never missed a game, and she always leaves that seat empty next to her every time.” He told me. 

“That’s nice.” I told him, because really, it was. 

“My dad, he stopped coming a few years ago.” Wally said and I looked over at him. Oh. “I think the seat’s for me.” He told me. “You mind if I- go over there?” Wally asked, motioning over to his mom.

“Of course, Wally. Go.” I said and he nodded. He stood up and hesitated before leaning down and kissing my cheek and walking over to his mom, sitting next to her. 

I looked away, looking out into the field. As I looked around, I caught sight of the one and only, my mother, sitting the closest she could, while in the bleachers, to the field. She was dressed up fancy as shit, for no reason. She had a sad look on her face. I felt.. bad. I also felt.. sad. I hated that she was here, partly because I felt like it meant that she wasn’t even grieving me, even if I rationally knew that, that didn’t mean that. When I saw her looking sad though, it broke my heart. Honestly.

A little while passed and I felt a tap on my shoulder, I looked over and saw Wally. “Want to get some drinks and food?” He asked and I nodded. “Yes, please.” I said, getting up, and following him to the concession stand. 

Once we were far enough away that we could speak in a more normal voice, Wally spoke, asking me, “Was your mom here?”

“Um, yeah. She was.” I told him. 

“How you feeling?” Wally asked.

“Sad, I guess.” I responded.

He stopped walking and so did I, “We can talk about it, just.. let me get some food for us, okay?” He asked and I nodded. He brought his hand up to my hair and tucked some of it behind my ear. “Go get us a table.” He told me. “I’ll be right there.” He said.

And so, I did as he said, going to get us a table, not that it really mattered anymore since no one could see us. I sat down at an empty table and waited for a little before Wally walked over with a tray of drinks and hot dogs. He sat down next to me and put a hot dog and a drink in front of me. 

“So.. you’re sad?” He asked.

“I.. yeah.” I said. “Well, I just.. I could tell that she really was sad and that made me sad, I guess.” I said, suddenly feeling on the verge of tears. “I.. feel that I took a lot of things in my life for granted. At the same time though, I know that with a lot of things, I tried my best to appreciate them, even if they were small because, I know how it feels to lose something or.. well someone.” I told him. 

“Did your dad die?” Wally asked me.

“No, but he acted like he did. He.. when he was around. He was horrible. I had to watch him abuse my mom, he did some pretty abusive stuff to me. I was only a kid then. He left when I was 12. I haven’t seen him since. I’ve gotten cards for my birthday and holidays with a shit ton of money in them. It didn’t mean anything to me though. It was- he only did that because he felt guilty. He felt guilty and so he gave me money, and acted like that made him dad of the year even though I hadn’t even seen him in years.” I ranted. “I tried my best when it came to cheerleading for the most part, for my mom. I didn’t like it, but especially after my mom and dad had broken up, I felt like I needed to put more effort into cheer because I knew that cheer made my mom happy, and all I wanted was to see my mom happy again.” I told him, letting out a shaky breath. 

Wally is silent for a moment, “I’m sorry that happened.” He said. “I hate thinking about all of that happening to you.” He told me. 

“Yeah..” I quietly responded.

“I wish we could’ve been alive together. Maybe not with me being the age I’d be, but I wish that we could’ve been alive teenagers together.” Wally told me. “I would’ve been there for you, through everything.” He said. I looked into his eyes, my heart warming. “I am here for you now though, if that counts?” Wally asked. “It does.” I said with a small smile, wiping the tears threatening to come out from my eyes, not letting them. He pulled me into a hug, rubbing his hand up and down my back, the warmness of not only his hand on my skin but his body against mine calmed me down. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to cry. I took a few deep breaths, the two of us still hugging one another before we pulled away. 

“Maybe the food will help make you feel better?” Wally suggested with a soft smile. I let out a breathy laugh, “Yeah.” I said, picking my hotdog up, unwrapping it, and taking a bite.

<3

I finished up my cigarette, throwing the butt on the floor and crushing it with my sneakers. The game was almost over but I didn’t want to be alone so I didn’t leave entirely, I just needed a break.

“Lucia.” I heard and I looked over to see Wally walking over to me.

“Hey.” I said, giving him a small smile.

“I just.. I don’t think I’ve ever met anybody like you before.” He told me. 

I’m taken aback, to be honest. “Me too.” I said back, meaning it when I said it.

“I don’t feel like I’ve ever been able to talk to someone like I can talk to you.” Wally said.

I nodded, “I know. Me too.” I said once again. 

Wally looked into my eyes for a moment, “Do you want to go to the dance with me?” He asked. “You can totally say no, Lucia. I just thought it’d be nice.” He said. 

“Yeah.” I answered and he stopped talking. “I’ll go with you.” I said.

“All- alright. That’s cool. Sounds good. I’ll see you there.” He told me. “So, hell yeah.” He then said before turning around, clicking his heels together before jogging off. 

I giggled at his actions. Then I finally took it in. He asked me to the homecoming dance. Oh my god.

[httpjupiterbby]

Cute and Smutty Prompt List

who i write for

1. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

2. “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed”

3. “Be my Valentine?”

4. “Bend over and spread your legs”

5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

6. “Don’t fucking touch what is not yours”

7. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

8. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

9. “YOU DID WHAT?!”

10. “Be a good girl and spread your legs”

11. “You were put on this earth to give me a headache”

12. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

13. “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

14. “There’s people here”

15. “You look adorable even in your sleep."

16. “Come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you”

17. “Is that my shirt?"

18. “If you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning”

19. “Babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

20. “I don’t like being told what to do unless i’m naked”

21. “I must have done something amazing to deserve someone like you."

22. “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this... just for me”

23. “You're beautiful.."

24. “I bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

25. “We get it. you're in love. go make out over there or something..."

26. “I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

27. “You have stars in your eyes. i like looking at it.”

28. “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

29. “Wherever you want to go, i promise i’ll be with you every step of the way.”

30. “Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

31. “You could punch me in the face and i would still want you not gonna lie”

32. “I’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget their name”

33. “So what? you’re still my [name], idiot. i don’t care about what they say!”

34. “it’s been along day why don’t we help each other unwind”

35. “My hand is kinda heavy, can you hold it?" "that's not how the line goes, but you're cute so fine."

36. “Oh don’t mind me I’m just enjoying the view”

37. "you have something on your face." "what?" "me."

38. "Don't be shy now, sit on my face."

39. “I made a playlist for you, come sit and listen."

40. “I love it when you talk dirty”

41. “Why can't we stay here forever?"

42. “If we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

43. “My heart feels like it’s dancing when I look at you.”

44. “Bend over the desk love”

45. “I really want to spoil you today.”

46. “Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

47. “Thank you for choosing me.”

48. “Fuck you.” - “when?”

49. “You’re my favourite person.”

50. “Touch yourself for me.”

51. “I want to capture your smile, so I can always look at it.”

52. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

53. “You're so immature." "You're So iMmATuRe." "Stop repeating after me!" "StoP RePeAtiNg- no where are going, come back!"

54. "Do you ever shut your mouth?" "Only when it's wrapped around something"

55. “What you're doing right now is really stupid but you're so cute i can't help but laugh at it''

56. "You insist you don't want me, but I always hear you in your room calling my name"

57. “You look like you were jealous.”

58. "god, you are so needy... So desperate..."

59. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

60. “I won’t say this twice so listen closely… You. Are. Mine.”

61. “Come here, I'll carry you."

62. "When I come back, I expect your ass to be on that bed, ready for me"

63. “Let me bandage you up."

64. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice”

65. “Your smile is beautiful. I want to see it more often..."

66. “You look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck”

67. “Give me a brush. I'll fix your hair for you."

68. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh”

69. “I want you, and only you."

70. “You better watch your fucking mouth”

71. “Marry me."

72. “I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now”

73. “I remember when we first met..."

74. “How the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickies?!”

75. “Last night your feet were really cold, so I found some of your socks and put them on you."

76. “We’re in public, you know”

77. “I missed you... a lot."

78. “I love the way you look when I’m inside you”

79. “No one has ever made me feel like this."

80. “Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here”

81. “I got us matching shirts!"

82. “You dirty, little slut.”

83. “I want to start a family of our own..."

84. “i’m not going to stop until you’re dripping with my cum.”

85. “I saw that you were almost out of shampoo, so I went and got some for you."

86. “Don’t pretend to be so innocent, now.”

87. “I'd like to take you on vacation one day, just the two of us."

88. "You better shut that pretty little mouth before i put it to work, doll."

89. “Text me when you get home safely."

90. "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until i'm done working."

91. “I'm yours."

92. "Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt."

93. “Your voice is so relaxing."

94. "If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week."

95. “ found this meme that I think you'll like. Wanna see it?"

96. You're going to regret that, sweetheart."

97. “I love waking up next to you."

98. "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling."

99. “What was your childhood like?"

100. "I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock."

[peachyunjinnie]

❝i want it to hurt❞ hyj ― m.

― summary:

hyunjin is very overprotective and easily jealous, you without knowing it flirt with felix. he gets you into his room to show you how only he can have you.

jealous!hyunjin/female!reader | dom!hyunjin | smut | 1.2k ↬ content warnings: rough sex, breath play, hickeys, hate-sex, jealous and overstimulation.

a/n: prompt list -> 32. for rough sex + “i want it to hurt”

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{ 11:38 PM }

“N-No, ugh stop attacking me!” I screamed, my eyes starring at Luigi who was really getting on my nerves. Felix was constantly attacking my Peach and this was now just mean.

“I’m sorry but I have to win~” The sound of controllers getting used violently was heard from the room. My breath stopping as Peach was getting a boost and passing Felix by a millisecond.

He shouted out loud and attacked me by hovering over me and tickling me to death, my laugh could be heard through the whole dorm probably waking up the others. He didn’t feel the need to stop and just continued to torture me.

“F-Felix, stop!! Please s-sto-pp!” I laughed uncontrollably. His hands on my throat and my belly, harshly and mercilessly.

The light in the living room lit up and at the door frame standing there with his hair pushed back and his eyes burning holes into my head. Felix immediately let go of me and stood up to get into his own room, without a second look behind. Everyone in this dorm knows about Hyunjin’s jealousy.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked with a smile on his cold face. I could already see where this night is going to go and my hands started to sweat and shake out of anticipation.

“Uh n-no I was playing v-video games wi-“

“With Lixie, I can see babygirl.” He slowly came closer and I stood up. He was now in front of me and slightly caressed my cheek with his fingertips. I was shaking, scared what will happen next.

“Now tell me, can Felix touch you like this?” I looked to the side and avoided any eye contact with him, but Hyunjin smoothly pushed my head upwards to him and made me look into his piercing eyes. Such a deep and hypnotizing gaze, that I forgot what we were talking about. Way too lost into his eyes he raised his eyebrows reminding me of replying to his answer.

“N-No.” I was still trembling and having goosebumps all over my body. He licked his lips and still had this glare in his eyes.

“Good girl, now tell me can Felix get that cunt wet like I can?” He was smiling slightly and was still caressing my cheek, keeping my eyes on his.

“No.” I couldn’t keep my weak knees take all of my weight, I started to feel my panties getting wetter. I started to rub my thighs to at least get my painfully yearn to stop. His eyes automatically went to the movement and he smirked looking into my big eyes again.

He stopped touching my cheek, just lifted me over his shoulder and carried me out of the living room. My hair was messily thrown upside down and my breathing stopped. He opened his own door of the dorm and just threw my onto his bed. My back hitting the soft mattress, I leaned on my elbows and saw the pure devil in his eyes. He started to rip off my shorts and my tank top, leaving me in my black bra and panties.

His eyes having the look of destruction in them and my bare body shaking. What is going to happen, he just stood there and looked at my panties, licking his luscious lips. He gripped on my hips and positioned me on hands and knees. He positioned himself behind me and tore my panties, the sound of the ripping cloth was echoing in my ears.

Air hitting my now exposed dripping folds, I couldn’t stand any longer. I needed him inside of me. With no other warning I felt his tongue on me, exploring my heat. He groaned at my wetness and my high moans were now for sure heard from the boys, but that was the least I could think of. He licked and sucked at my clit, slightly biting onto it, leaving my mouth open and my eyes turning to the back of my head.

“And now tell me, can Felix get you to moan like I can?” He mumbled against me, low and raspy. I started to feel something go on in my lower abdomen.

“N-No, only yo- Ah.” I couldn't keep my voice down anymore and I full on let go every sound that I’ve been trying to keep inside. He stopped and has gotten off the bed, I collapsed and tried to catch my breath. I heard him taking off his belt and take off his jeans as well, throwing them to the corner of his room.

He crawled towards me and yanked my hips upwards, forcing me on my fours. He has located himself in front of me and gripped on my hips hard and planted some bruises on them. My whines that were now nonstop leaving my lips were silenced by him harshly thrusting in me. His whole length pushing inside me, ballsdeep and not stopping or backing up.

“Hyunjin, A-Ah Oh my god! Fuck! It hurts so much!” I screamed and whined. He burried his hand in my hair and pushed my face onto the mattress. My muffled moans were still loud and high.

“I want it to hurt.” His hips moving slowly, crashing into my hot and needy hole. His pace fastened and has gotten rapid. My moans were in the same rhythm as his thrusts and his low “fucks” were the only thing that could be audible in the whole dorm.

He was groaning out with such a deep and raspy tone, it was driving me crazy.

“Ah Oh my god!” My whole body stiffened and became numb. I started to quake and quiver, my back arching and my legs shaking in the hardest way possible. I moaned loudly and whined and begged for mercy. He smirked looking down at me just continuing to shove himself in me.

I had no time to calm down and recover from the previous orgasm, he didn’t give me any chance of recovery. He got my hair in his fist and pulled my back on his chest. I couldn’t process all of this pleasure and I just couldn’t let out any noises at this point. My eyes were rollen back and my mouth open saliva dripping out of it, slowly.

I felt his throbbing and pulsating dick inside me getting even bigger and harder. His moans were now next to my ear, his breathing was getting heavier and his thrusts became a little sloppier.

“Who owns you, little one?” He moaned it next to my ear and his hand creeped over my throat, restraining any oxygen coming inside my body. I still somehow managed to let out a “you.” out, ignoring the burn in my lungs.

Not long after that “you.” Hyunjin chased his high and pounded into my soreness. He then came inside me and long strings of curses came out of his mouth. He calmed down after a small minute of just feeling you around him.

“Can Felix fuck that pussy like I can?”

[champagne-bucky]

hi can i request a bucky prompt with #38 & #54 btw love your writings i think you’re one the most talented writers on tumblr ❤️

Pretty Boy

Warnings: sugar momma! reader x college student! bucky, oral, female receiving 

Notes: This was another requested prompt from @marvelousbarnes ! Hope you enjoy it!! 

Bucky made his way up to the tall glass building where you work. There was not an ounce of shame this young man carried as he passed your disgusted coworkers and made his way to your office. 

You are a big time CEO of a company that’s been in your family for years. Once it was your turn to manage the company, your parents had been training you to be a perfect CEO. This was often met with crucial hours and studying and basically living every ounce of your life in this tall glass building. 

Eventually, life got away from you and you had yet to find someone to settle down with. Hell you never even had a proper boyfriend, just a shitty hookup in the bathroom stall of a bar. That was until you met Bucky. 

Bucky was a far from home broke college student looking to do anything to make a quick buck. He was working as a bartender when you asked for a specific drink. He blushed wen he failed to make it correctly the first time. You thought he was adorable when he blushed and you decided to visit him at any moment you had a night off (which was pretty rare). 

As Bucky and you became more friendly he told you about his money problems. You offered him a deal: if he would keep you company whenever you got lonely, you would help him pay for the little things he couldn’t afford. 

He blushed of embarrassment, “you mean you want to do sex stuff?” You chuckles and told him you wouldn’t want anything of the sorts. At first he was reluctant to take the money, but after you reassured him for the 50,000 time that it was okay, you then began your peculiar relationship. 

It was innocent enough, he would come over to wherever you were to chat and talk about the mundane things in life. It was nice, pure even how Bucky would talk about his college classes, his friends, or a pretty girl in his macroeconomics class that he’s been having a thing for but doesn’t know how to talk to her. 

That’s when your relationship progressed. At first you offered to show him the ropes of kissing. He didn’t mind you were attractive and sweet to him. You didn’t mind for the exact same reasons. Kissing went to hickies and hickies went to touching. It didn’t take long for the two of you to begin a sexual relationship. 

The sex was good, really good as Bucky described it to you numerous times. You would just chuckled. You knew a thing or two about a thing or two and had no problem showing your precious boy how a woman should be treated. 

Your precious boy. Bucky liked the validation that came from that. He loved feeling wanted and loved getting the attention and care that he always gave but never received. 

He forgot about the girl from class and gave all his attention to you. He would shamelessly show up to your job and fuck you senseless in your office. The other employees sneered at the fact that your relationship with a man as young as Bucky was being so openly displayed to the public. 

You didn’t care and you could care less what the other coworkers thought. If they had anything to say they could say it to you. After all, they were replaceable, but Bucky was not. 

Fast forward to right now, Bucky was standing in front of your desk as you were on an important business call. He had to see you after a really rough day today. He needed to see you, he craved your attention. 

“What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You finally put down the phone and looked at him. 

“Nothing, just a rough day at school today,” Bucky began to launch into a fully detailed description of his day, starting off with school then not making enough money at work to buy tickets to a concert he and his friends were going to. 

“Aww, pretty boy don’t be upset. You know I can pay for that. I got you, for whatever you need,” Bucky was glad to hear that, but he knew it usually came with a price. A price he didn’t mind paying 

“C’mere you can sit on my lap until I’m done working, pretty boy,” you made the lanky boy take a seat on your thighs. “Have you been eating enough, baby? You seemed to have gotten skinnier. You feel light as a feather.”

Bucky chuckled and began to relax into you. He shut his eyes as you typed away. He almost fell into a deep sleep, that is until he felt your perfectly manicured fingers caressing his thigh. 

His eyes shot open as you began to trail your hand over his basketball shorts. Bucky was hard. You had such a tempting effect on him it wasn’t even funny. 

“You really wanna go to that concert, pretty boy?” Bucky couldn’t even form a response, and you weren’t expecting one. 

“Show me how bad you want those tickets, baby. C’mon be good for me,” like a Pavlovian response, Bucky was already on his knees and trailing his hands up your thighs. 

“You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you?” He gasped when he reached your core. You were bare and wet. Bucky lowly moaned at the feeling. 

“I never do, pretty boy. I like to be open and wet. All for yo-,” you gasped has Bucky leaned his head in and began to work. 

That innocent tongue of his was lapping up your wetness at a rapid pace. His hands hoisted your skirt up even more and left your bare ass and wetness seep onto the expensive leather chair you were sitting on. 

“Oh, oh, Bucky. Oh, you treat me so well, so, so well. UGHH,” your fingers flew to his hair as he used his calloused fingers on your clit. 

Bucky wasted no time in brining you to your release. He wanted you really bad now. He needed you so fucking bad. You might have been the one supplying him with money, but he owned your pussy and you both knew it. 

You came, harder than you ever could imagine. Bucky was getting good almost too good at this. He got up from his knees and began to palm himself through his shorts. You were distraught and wanted nothing more than your pretty boy pounding you senseless now. 

“Bend over you desk, sweetheart. I’m gonna show you how much I earned those tickets.”

[rogermeddowstaylorr]

Forbidden Summer

Note: IT IS UP ! It has been a long week torturing myself with it, but it is done! I would like to thank as usual my adorable wife @rogerina-is-hotter-than-me , what would i do without you ? And i would also thank all the people rebbloging and commenting on the moodboards! i feel blessed! (and yes it is the second time i upload it because Tumblr is mean to me >:l ) (and sorry  i can’t put the read more link because it is what fucked up everything)

Warning: age gap (the reader is 18 yo and Roger is 38 yo), smut, fluff and some french words because i love my country

Words: 10 679 words (take a cup of tea and put you in bed)

The Forbidden Summer masterpost

Tu n'as que seize ans et faut voir comme

Tu affoles déjà tous les hommes !

Est-ce ton œil si doux

Qui les mine ?

Ou bien les rondeurs de ta poitrine

Qui les rend fous ?

Tino Rossi’s high voice was filling the room. You were half asleep on your pink floral bed sheets. It was summer break and everyone was lazy, the air was so hot it was stifling. Your windows were wide open to get as much fresh breeze you could. The trail of smoke from your cigarette was rising in the air. You were wearing an orange mini skirt, and a white shirt that was almost transparent and had your hair untied. Your parents were not home, they were in Paris with family. That’s why you were like this, in all your debauchery. They would not let their  little eighteen girl smoke, and be almost naked in the outside world. You had a week for you. A lot of things can happens in a week. Your eyes drifted from your burning cigarette to the calendar on the wall. Juillet 1962. The clock on the side was saying 10 am. You get up slowly, stretching at the rhythm of the music always playing. Your room was small but you had everything you needed. A record player, some books stacked on the ground and a big mirror to get ready. Pinned on your walls were a lot of Brigitte Bardot’s pictures, proving your adoration for this woman. Taking your shoes in your hands and a light wicker bag in the other, your cigarette between your lips, you began to walk outside. You locked the door and sat on the stairs facing your house. The leather sandals were put on quickly, even though your wild hair was half hiding your sight. Humming the song you were listening to some minutes before, you opened the little gate and closed it behind you. You heard someone run towards you and faced the person.

“Oh my! Y/N! Have you seen the new professor?” a young girl said to you. She was small, blonde and had blue eyes. She was angelic, in a white lacy dress that reached her knees.

“Hm, no, why Madeleine?” you answered, cigarette now in your hand. You were the total antithesis of how girls should be at your age. But you were fed up of all those restrictions. You wanted to be like Brigitte Bardot: a wild little thing that men loved.

“He is teaching us english! Sorry lord for saying this, but ... he’s so hot.” Madeleine said quickly.  “He’s a british boy i think, he has a light accent when he’s talking french and oh… That’s so cute!” She led her hand up to cover her mouth, and giggled softly. You were smiling, taking her hand to see her face. Her cheeks were flushed.

“You’re so cute. Watch it, you could sin, my friend.” You were close to her, laughing too. “What’s his name?” you asked, taking a puff of smoke as your cigarette was now leaning against your lips.

“I don’t remember! Something french, but… you have to pronounce it with an english accent you know ? Hm… Robert? No.” She was searching in her little blonde head, and after a short moment she squealed, saying it out loud “ROGER !”

“Roger?” It was sounding so good in your mouth, you thought. “I can’t wait for those english classes, Madeleine.” you pecked a kiss on her forehead and excused yourself to go.

Making your way to the marketplace, you were humming the same song, finishing your cigarette. Men were gazing at you. It was as if an enchanting and intoxicating scent was left in your wake. Women were a bit shocked, seeing you with a skirt that short. It was not acceptable for your age. You bought fruits, and vegetables, put them in your bag and lit another cigarette, looking at the magazines. You stopped when you saw a fashion one, with Brigitte Bardot on it. You smiled and bought it too.

Returning home, you were reading it when you hit someone. Your bag fell suddenly, letting your purchase roll on the floor. A raspy voice apologized and you quickly got on your knees to catch everything. You were feeling a heavy gaze on you.

“What are you waiting for? Help me get everything!” you said to the man. You lifted your head and took a look at him. He was… breathtaking. His blonde unruly hair, his big blue eyes and those pink lips, slightly parted. You kept looking at him, under the shock of a beautiful man like him. You lowered your sight, and quickly took the golden cross attached at your neck in your little hands.

“Hm.. Sorry ma’am,” he answered and kneeled in front of you. He had a soft english accent, and his french words were a bit deformed but you didn’t mind. You realized it was the guy Madeleine had described you. Your professor. You froze for a second. You were hypnotized by him. A soft smile came on his lips. “It’s not very appropriate to wear things like that, especially if you’re a young girl like yourself.” his tone was amused, not reprimanding you.

“My parents are not home, sir, so… i took the opportunity.” Your eyes were wandering his face. His beautiful face.

“Good opportunity.” he giggled softly. He silently helped you to get everything in the bag and took the magazine, rising. You reached out the hand he was proposing you, and stood up.  “You like Bardot, don't you?” he asked.

“Yes. A lot. I find her… beautiful.” you were a bit breathless, your heart racing at the name of your idol.

“You look quite like her. You have the same energy.” He smiled and put a strand of your hair behind your ear. He gave you back the magazine.

You thanked him and began to go. You hoped you would escape that situation quickly. He was truly handsome. The handsomest man you’d ever seen. He looked a bit old but his little wrinkles at the corner of his eyes were adorable. You assumed he was in his late thirties. His hand retain yours to get far.

“Excuse me… I… Would like to know if I would see you again?” he asked. His cheeks were a bit pink. He lowered his sight and described the shape of your waist, losing his mind in it. He closed his eyes a second, keeping a groan of satisfaction for him.

“Yes.” You answered quickly, taking air in.  “I am taking classes at the church during the summer break. We would surely meet again.” you were not looking at him, too embarrassed for it. He freed your hand as a smile crept on his face, seeing you go. He would see you again.

The wind was softly brushing your burning cheeks, cooling them. Your messy hair was floating softly and, getting a new cigarette, you let out a loud sigh. You achieved to get home after a long walk. You were dazed by this meeting, not walking right. Your head was full of images of him, your ears were buzzing, and your tummy was strangely light as if butterflies were now occupying your entire body. A hand groping on the wall of your house, you achieved to go in your room. Falling on your bed, you closed your eyes, remembering his face again and again and again.

*

You were late for the english class. You slept so much time, and, without lying, dreamed about him. You were dressing quickly, panicked to be late to his class. The shower you just took had left some humidity in the pink tiled room. The dirty mirror above the white sink was full of fog. Your makeup was done easily: just some eyeliner around your eyes to make them appear bigger. Choosing a red lipstick, you approached the mirror and parted your mouth, putting the red creme on your plump lips. A cigarette in your mouth and brows furrowed, you made a quick and untidy ponytail and ran to your door, taking your bag for school.

You opened the door of the class after running through all the little town. You were panting, your thin fingers on the handle of the door. The class was full of young girls, looking now at you. The silence was stifling. It was in one of the back rooms of the roman church of your town. The walls were light blue and the furniture green. It was original but you were used to it now. Religious posters were pinned on the walls saying that god is always here for you. The blonde man was looking at you too, with a large grin on his lips, arms crossed.

“Late.” he said, in english. You thought you had been dead as he spoke. His accent was simply too hot and sexy. How was it even possible?

“Y.. Yes ?” you answered in your mother tongue. Everyone was staring at you. And one thing was not okay with your outfit: your skirt was a bit too high, ending mid thighs. Some girls were chatting about it, whispering to their friends with a giggle. You saw Madeleine sat in the other side of the room.

“Now we’re talking in english, miss.” He smiled, showing you an empty desk in the front places. You walked to your place. You were still panting, your chest rising up and down. He came closer, a hand on your shoulder. “Your skirt is a bit high, don’t you know?” he whispered  in french. You looked at him and lowered your eyes to your clothing. You brought it down. Your cheeks were bright red, as he patted your back a last time before you sat down, next to Madeleine.

“I’ve told you.” she whispered, smiling. “He’s too hot.”

The class was interesting, and you were the last one to tidy everything in your bag. You told Madeleine to go home, and that you would see her later. You were looking at him, a bit distracted by his beauty.

“What are you thinking of?” he asked softly. He was sat on his chair, a hand under his chin, looking at you.

“Nothing,” you said, coming out of the infernal spiral of your thoughts. Your hair was falling in front of your eyes and you were totally lost in what you were doing. You came quickly back to your tidying.

The man came up and took one of your notebooks. He put it in your bag and smiled at you. He was close, behind you. You could feel his breath in your neck, and it was making you shivers. He put a hand on yours and slowly stopped your mouvement. You looked at him, confused, and realized he was very, very close. You were hypnotized by his blue eyes, slightly parting your lips to help you breathe. His other hand came to your face, softly brushing your cheek before putting a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Sir… It is not good.” you whispered.

“But you like it...” he said, kissing your temple. “And stop calling me like that. My name’s Roger. Please.”

His hands came on your belly, tightening them around your body. You whined silently when his teeths were nipping the skin of your neck, and closed your eyes.

“Roger… stop that… Please…” you pleaded, gripping your hands on his, trying to get tear him from you even though, he was right, you liked it. You hoped he would never stop.

He pulled back after kissing your shoulder. Looking at you, he brushed the skin of your arm and whispered softly a “It’s not right but… You’re so hot.” that left you silent. Your heart was beating so loudly, it was frightening. You were sure he could hear it. His hand came on your neck, touching softly your skin, then drifted to your waist. He hugged you without no warning. keeping you close to him. He was breathing loudly in your neck, intoxicated with your scent.

“You are so tempting.” he whispered in your ear, before he put a soft kiss. You kept this position a long time.

“Have you read Lolita, by Vladimir Nabokov?” you asked, looking at his hand, intertwined in yours.

“No. Why ?”

“You should read it.” you pulled back, getting your stuff. You gave him a light smile and went out of the room. He was standing here, looking at your desk, saying nothing.

*

Early in the morning you came to the church to put the version of Lolita you had, with a paper tucked in it. Even though you were holding it strongly in your thin hands, you gave it to him. As he described how good you were looking in that dotted dress, you earned from him a “you’re stunning”. You lightly punched his shoulder, smiling.

“You’re in god’s house.” you teased.

You talked a bit with the blonde, before you turned your heels and walked back to your bicycle. He watched you go out, seeing your hips sway from right to left.

You saw him back at your class. You were smiling, listening to his lesson. He couldn’t actually don’t look at you. You were too bewitching for it. That eighteen young girl was making a old man’s head turns wild. It was so hard for him to control himself. He was taken by you even though it was only the third day you knew each others. The way your hair was falling on your shoulders. The way your makeup was making your eyes look. The little mole you had at the corner of your mouth. Those plumped lips he wanted to kiss madly. He was admiring your singular beauty.

It was late when someone knocked on your door. You were wearing a short silk gown, sipping a glass of wine, a cigarette in your other hand. The music was playing loudly in the cream coloured living-room. You opened the doors and was surprised to see Roger, standing with the book in his hand.

“I’ve finished it. Can… Can I come in?” he said, looking at your face. Trying not to be distracted with your long naked legs.

“Hm sure, Roger!” you smiled, letting him come in. You were a bit tipsy already. You lead him to your living room, puffs of smoke coming in the air as you walked ahead.

The living room was huge. There was two sofa, facing each, and a big bookshelf where you kept your records and your books. On the other part of the room, a big wooden table was here, and chairs were perfectly tidied. A bunch of flowers were put on it. The room smelled heavenly. Roger sat on one of the sofa and you took another glass, pouring wine into it. Your cigarette was tucked in between your lips, as you were humming the song playing on the record. He smiled seeing all those records. It was incredible. Buddy Holly, Serge Gainsbourg, Elvis Presley, Edith Piaf, Tino Rossi, Charles Trenet, and Brigitte Bardot, of course. There was a lot of plants in the corner of the room, posters of famous painting were hung on the walls, and some shoes were abandoned at the entry of the kitchen, where you were. He was firmly holding your book. Your jewel, as you wrote on the paper tucked in.

You came back, two glasses in your hands. You smiled, sitting next to him. He took the cigarette between your lips and put it in his mouth. The glass of wine you took for him was sitting on the coffee table waiting for the blonde to drink it. You smiled, kissing his cheek. Smoke was surrounding you, flying in the air.

“So… You have read this, huh?” you asked, so close to him, showing with a movement of the head the book in his hands. “What do you think about it?”

“I think that… It is accurate,” he laughed a bit, and lowered his eyes on the carpet. You were so close. It was pretty hard for him to focus. “But i can say… I understand Humbert.” his raspy voice was shaking a little. “You’re my Lolita.”

Your hands made it way over his, brushing his fingers softly. Your eyes on the book, you were listening to the music playing in the background, even though, your ears were buzzing loudly. A light smile was adorning your pink lips. Gainsbourg was singing Baudelaire, and Roger took your hands, standing up.

“I love that song.” he whispered, pulling you against him. He was not that tall, but you felt so vulnerable in his strong arms. He was turning on himself, causing you to follow his pace. You closed your eyes, head against his chest, as he said the exact lyrics.

Que j´aime voir chère indolente,

De ton corps si beau,

Comme une étoffe vacillante,

Miroiter la peau!

You could hear his muffled voice, as you giggled softly when his hands came on your hips. You pulled back a little to see his face. A large smile, and soft blue eyes were welcoming you. Heat spread in your chest as if a flower bloomed, seeing that beauty in front of you. He tightened his grip, and your hands brushed his used cheeks. How many women wanted to kiss them ? How many had kissed them ? And those chapped lips ? And that neck ?

Sur ta chevelure profonde

Aux âcres parfums,

Mer odorante et vagabonde

Aux flots bleus et bruns,

He stopped singing, as Gainsbourg took over, finishing the song. He was just looking at your lips, dreaming secretly to kiss them. You were gazing  in his blue eyes, lost in the moment. The hand that was resting on his cheek went in his hair, letting the fluffy blonde strands become entangled in your thin fingers.

Comme un navire qui s´éveille

Au vent du matin,

Mon âme rêveuse appareille

Pour un ciel lointain

It’s when you were too close, lips brushing against his, on tiptoe to be his height, that the thing you were unfortunately waiting for happened. As the record crackled in the back, your lips met. Shily at first, but quickly, it was becoming muggy. His arms were raising you slightly as your feet were on his, to be height. He was biting your plump lips, as you tried to pull back for air. His forehead was against yours, still devouring your mouth. The hand in his hair was clinging to a golden lock, and you whispered in the second he left your lips something he couldn’t hear. He parted a bit, whining silently, still against you.

“What have you said, honey?” he asked, brows furrowed. A large grin was on his mouth.

“I’ve said, I want to see you tomorrow.” you breathlessly achieved to answer.

*

Roger was waiting for you, in front of the brand new cinema of the little town. The blonde was dressed in blue jeans and a large white shirt. Sunglasses were protecting his blue eyes from the sun. A cigarette in his hand, he was smoking quietly. The cinema was a large building based on the look of the Louxor in Paris. The walls were in a cream tone, and there was gilts adorning the columns at the entry of the place. On the front was a big sign, the name of the cinema “Le Petit Louxor” was written. Beside it, there were the names of the movies broadcasted this week. It was a luxurious place for a so small town. People were coming in and out, often as a pair, laughing about the movie they had just seen or talking about their own lifes. His eyes shone when he saw that little girl he liked so much, walking quickly in his direction. You were wearing a red pouf skirt, and a light white shirt. Your waist was perfectly held by a black wide belt. Your hair was styled “à la Bardot”, as you liked to say, and cat eye sunglasses were sat on the bridge of your nose. The small heels of your sandals were clicking on the concrete.

“Hello there!” you said happily, facing him. One of his hand came in your wild hair and brushed a strand behind your ear. You assumed he liked to do that.

“Hello my love,” he answered, with a gravelly voice. He had a patronizing expression. Something that was making you feel comfortable. As if he was protecting you. Your eyes dived in his, as a large smiled lightened your face.

You entered in the cinema, hand in hand. The blonde man was making you laugh, as his arm gripped your waist. The receptionist was eyeing you, seeing it was not the usual dad - daughter relationship, as your ages could let him think. Paying the two tickets, Roger kindly asked you to keep two seats. You happily obliged, blowing him a kiss before you entered the screening room. The receptionist opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but Roger talked first.

“Do you know if there are snacks for the projections?” he asked, putting his sunglasses on his head.

“Sure sir.” the receptionist answered. “You want something special for your daughter, don’t you?” he wittily asked, not leaving Roger’s eyes.

“Oh…” Roger paused a second, “Yes! My daughter.” his voice was still the same. Internally he was kinda panicking, hoping the receptionist would shut up soon. “Yeah. Want something sweet. She love sweet things.” he said calmly. The man presented Roger with the menu, looking at him with a serious expression.

“Isn’t she a bit old to be your daughter? She’s about eighteen, isn’t she?”

“Oh yeah. I had her kinda early with her mother.” Roger answered immediately. He indicated him the thing he wanted. The receptionist obliged, taking a box, and put the caramelized popcorn in.

“And she’s very close to you. Haven’t seen daughters that close to their fathers.” he said, handing Roger the popcorn box. His eyes were scanning Roger’s.

“Yes, is that surprising?” the blonde man was looking annoyed, clenching his jaw. “Are you insinuating that she’s not my daughter?” Roger’s voice was loud enough for people in the hall to heard it. There was a heavy silence in the room, as the blonde’s blue eyes were telling the receptionist to stop it. He gave the man enough money and pulled back, as the receptionist apologized, lowering his sight.

Roger came in the projection room quickly after the incident. It took him some minutes to calm down, as he breathed heavily against a wall. He searched you with his eyes, sunglasses on to see better, describing every mop of hair he could see. He find you and walked quickly to your seat. You jumped a little when he sat but smiled, taking his free hand in yours.

“You got popcorn!” your eyes were shining, seeing the box “Why were you so long?” you whispered in his ear. He gave you the popcorn box and smiled to you.

“There was a lot of people, don’t worry.” his hand came on your cheek only to guide your lips to his.

He was craving for this kiss, and since nobody was around you, he allowed himself to fall in it. You answered it hungrily, breathing a bit heavily against him. His other hand brushed the skin of your thigh, under your red skirt. Your heart raced, closing your eyes, savouring his mouth. The movie began as he left your lips. His hand was still on your leg, and was brushing softly the skin. You were so focused on the movie that you had not felt his fingers groping higher.

You were hypnotized by the women playing in front of you. They were fabulous. A hand in the popcorn box, your eyes were stuck on the silver screen. When Brigitte Bardot came in the scene, you squealed, a big smile adorning your beautiful lips. He loved how you were admiring this actress. It was cute.

His eyes fell on your neck, and your revealed shoulders. He rolled his eyes, has he saw the plumness of your chest in that shirt. Suddenly, your breath hitched as he pressed a his hand higher on your core. You tried to keep your eyes on the screen but it was becoming difficult. He was looking at the way you were biting your lips, and it was making him dangerously packed in his trousers. You turned your head to face him. Your cheeks were bright red, closing your eyes, letting your forehead rest against his shoulder. He already loved that expression on your perfect face. He brought a shaking hand to your hair, as he felt your thin finger near his bulge. He kissed your head, closing his eyes. He couldn’t focus for a second, under the shock of your touch. His dream was becoming reality.

“You don’t have to, love…” he whispered, rising your head up with a finger.

“I want to.” you said with a smooth voice. He kissed your lips softly, as your eyes met.

Your hand came on his bulge, beginning to stroke him kindly through the fabric. He let out a throaty chuckle, clenching his fist in the material of your skirt. You smiled, kissing his cheek. He was beginning To breathe heavily as your hands opened his trousers. In the dimmed light of the cinema, you could see his muscles tense. His mouth was slightly parted and he let out a small whine when your delicate hand surrounded his thick cock. You put a finger over his lips, offering him a small grin. You began to pump your fist up and down his shaft. His head fell on the back of his seat. It was when the lights were on that he realized where you were. He pushed your hand gently, trying to dress up quickly, before someone saw anything. He was breathing heavily, a hand in his own hair. He looked totally fantastic. His wild hair entangled was surrounding his beautiful face. You decided it was your favourite side of Roger.

The afternoon class was difficult to focus. Roger's eyes were stuck on yours, as you were trying to really follow the lesson.  But his smile was coming right to your heart, making you indiscreetly blush. Madeleine was feeling something between you. She was afraid for her friend. That's why at the end of the class, she took suddenly your hand, letting your stuff on your desk.  You eyed Roger, sending him a sorry look.

She waited for people to go and pushed you against the wall. Her angelic blonde hair was falling in front of her baby blue eyes. She was worrying.

“What are you doing?” Madeleine asked. She was breathing heavily, biting nervously her lips.

“What ?” you answered, genuinely lost.

“What are you doing with the professor ?” her question was making your ears buzz. You lowered your sight as Madeleine chuckled sarcastically.

“Oh my …. no.” she pulled back a little, looking at your guilty face. She seemed more surprised then shocked but, Madeleine’s brows furrowed in a disgusted pout. “You are not Brigitte Bardot. You can't make love to whoever you want !” Madeleine’s voice rose, as she carried on “Especially if he's almost forty years older than you!”

“Madeleine… you're only fifteen… You can’t understand.” you mumbled, not looking at her.

“I can understand that you're family would be dishonored if people are aware of it !” the little blonde girl was shaking. Looking at you in the eyes. “look at me for god’s sake.” she said. “you're totally lost Y/N. I’m afraid you'll do thing you would regret..”

Roger opened the door, looking at you two. Madeleine shot him a killer look and turned to go away. His blue eyes followed Madeleine’s path as he handed you your abandoned bag. You were staring at the cobblestoned floor, letting a tear dive on your cheek. His large hands lift up your chin to take a look at your face.

“What do you think about a picnic tonight ?” he asked gently.

*

The ashes of your cigarette were carried away by the soft breeze. You were sat on a thin flowery tablecloth, put in a huge pasture. Your knees were against your chest, as you smoked peacefully, listening to the light lapping of the nearest river. Roger’s eyes were on you, describing your skin and the little moles on it. He was laying next to you, letting a puff of smoke out as he put his cigarette away from his chapped lips. The light was weak, but soon, orangey tones made it way to enlighten both of your silhouettes.

After the discussion with Madeleine, he tried to distract you. He helped you made meal and had kissed you everywhere your skin was not covered, beginning to your legs, and ending in your neck. You were totally dazed by his mouth. However, you two made your way in the nearest forrest you could find. You were squirming on your seat as Roger put on the radio of his car. Your hair was totally free, flying in the hot air. Everytime his eyes were put on you, he could not retain himself to be more and more admirative about you. He was totally breath taken by your beautiful boldness.

You turned your head to meet his eyes. Grinning a bit, you moved from your spot to get closer from him. As you straddled his hips, you finished your cigarette, crashing it in the bowl serving as an ashtray.

“You make me feel alive, Roger…” you whispered, leaning to kiss his lips. Shivers went down his spine as his free hand came on your cheek.

The hand kept it way to your unruly hair, as he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You moaned softly against his lips, closing your eyes. He parted the space between you slightly.

“You make me feel young again.” he finally said. You hummed against him, as your hand resting on his chest came higher to get stuck in his hair.

He kissed your neck, slowly lowering his kisses. His head fall on your décolleté and your breath hitched in your throat. You were holding his head against your breasts, as he kissed them hungrily. The soft whimpers escaping from your lips broke the loud silence of the pasture you were in. It was making him crazy as he untied the buttons of your shirt, living your in only a white lacy bra. He took a moment to look at you, rolling his eyes in front of that forbidden beauty. You were so pure, dressed in white, your wild hair falling on your shoulders, your pink lips hardly parted.

“Please… Roger… touch me.” you said, as he was deep in his thoughts. Your voice startled him. After a short pause, he smiled, having an idea.

“Take your knickers off and sit on my face.” his deep raspy voice said.

You looked at him, confused, but obliged. You began to undo the zipper of your skirt but he stopped you, pulling it up again. His experienced hands came on the sides of your hips, under the material of your skirt, and lowered your cotton white knickers. You were shuddering under his touch, never leaving him with your eyes. He pulled them aside and laid down again on the tablecloth, waiting for you to come closer. You shily kneeled over his face and his hand did the final motion.

As his lips met your core, you closed your eyes, opening your mouth. You were discovering something totally new, and so pleasant. His face was hidden under the pouf skirt and your hands searched something to grab. You put some material aside, as you groped for his blonde strands. You were moaning quietly, riding his face and moving your hips unconsciously. His tongue came on your rosebud, tickling it gently. One strap of your bra fell on your shoulder, freeing one of your breast. The hot air took you by surprise, rising goosebumps on your skin. One of his hands was laying against your butt as another came higher to brush those unoccupied breast. You clenched your jaw, trying to muffle your moans, as a strand of your hair fell on your face.

“I want to hear you, my little Lolita.” he muttered against your core. You moaned suddenly at the vibrations under you. It was enough for you. The hand on your breast came on your hips to help you stand as he was feeling you fall.

“I’m… I’m going to…” you achieved to state. Your eyes were firmly closed, as a wave of pleasure shot you. You whimpered, legs shaking. Your breath was stuck in your throat as Roger continuously eat you out. “Oh… Oh my lord…” you were riding your orgasm, fingers strongly gripping to his golden locks. A tear fell down on your cheek as your oversensitivity was crushed by another orgasm. “S..Stop.. Please.”

He complied, kissing a last time you thigh. You jumped a bit at the sensation. Exhausted, you laid on the tablecloth, next to him. He brushed your hair in silence, letting you come back around. Eyes closed, a thin veil of sweat was adorning your half naked chest raising up and down. He was staring at you with admiration, so hard in his jeans, but not paying attention to it.

“I love everything about you.” his thick voice broke the heavy breathing sounds you were doing. “I love your beautiful face…” one of his fingers made it way to brush your plump lips, “your neck and your adorable little tits…” and then rested on one your your nipple, making your body jerk a bit “but above all… I love who you are.”

Heat came to your cheeks, as you heard his last words. You turned your head in his direction, wanting to kiss him. He leaned against you, meeting your lips gently. At the same time, he was undoing the zipper of your skirt, leaving you in only your white half untied bra.

“You’re here again.” he happily said.

“Sorry.. That was pretty overwhelming for a first time…” You were a bit embarrassed. A gentle chuckle came out of his lips.

“I promise it will be perfect.” he whispered, a hand in your hair. A big grin made it way on your face. A long silence came between you two.

“You’re wearing too much things… I want you to remove all that.” you said softly, caressing his cheek with your open hand.

In a second, his clothes were put aside with yours. Roger was over you, a hand on your waist. He was kissing your neck hungrily. You could feel him hard against your thighs. It was arousing you so much, you were dripping.

“Mh.. Do  you have something to…? Y’know ?” you asked, letting his lips alone a moment.

“A condom ?” he searched quickly in the pocket of his jeans, in vain “Shit. I don’t have any.”. Seeing your disappointed face, he brushed your cheek. “I.. can pull out?” he asked, his forehead against yours. You paused, thinking about it, but finally nodded.

In a slow movement, he laid you against the tablecloth. His hands roaming against your body finally stopped on his cock to hardly touch your wet core.

“Is that okay…?” He asked against your lips, kissing them every now and then. You nodded, giving him the green light to sink deep in you.

You winced a bit as he stretched you. Shaking a little, you closed strongly your eyelids, biting your lips to shut you. He was quietly moaning, feeling you so tight around him. Tears rolled on your cheeks, and it is when one met your heated kiss that he stopped every motion he had made.

“Shit, do I hurt you?”

“No, don’t worry, it’s fine.” you muttered, needing his lips again.

He kissed you again and again, waiting for you to be used to his length. He was wiping all your tears away, murmuring praisings like  “you’re doing so well my sweet Lolita.” or “I love how brave you are. You’re a good little girl.”. He finally moved. Pain was quickly replaced by pleasure. You found yourself whining in his arms, as he hit the perfect spot inside of you. He was groaning in your ear, his hips coming in and out. He came quickly, nearly forgetting to pull out. His hot stripes laid on your tummy, as you looked at the blonde disheveled man in front of you. His blue eyes were full of desire, but also dazed with tiredness. He was totally breathtaking. It’s when he snuggled against your side that you closed your eyes, resting an hour like that in his arms.

A dark veil had covered the pasture but you were so well, here, smoking against his chest. His hands were brushing your skin, never leaving contact. The puff of smoke coming from your lips was slowly pushed far away as the wind came against your bodies. It was time to move.

*

You woke up against Roger. The sun was illuminating the room. Your two bodies were intertwined in the pale pink sheets of the simple bed of your room. His scent was intoxicating, and you wondered if it would still be there tonight. It was a mix of cigarette, cologne and sex. Your thin hand made its way over him, to grab your pack of cigarettes. He was still asleep. Rising, you looked a last time at him, a large smile on your lips. He was looking so peaceful. His messy blonde head was against the mattress and his eyelashes were resting on his cheeks. His chest was rising up and down as he breathed softly. A thin veil of sweat was making his naked body shine in the morning light. You got up, taking his white shirt and putting it over your shoulders to cover your naked chest and your hips. You walked barefoot to your porch  sitting outside to smoke at the fresh air. You were humming a song as you lighten your cigarette. You smoked quietly a long time. Flashback of the night before were coming in your mind as you were little by little awakening. Your cheeks heat up and became bright red as an abnormal pain grew in your chest. It was painful but at the same time so good.

When you came back from your picnic, you were both exhausted. Half correctly dressed, your belt in one of your bags. Both of your outfits were inadequate and suggested what you had done. Your hair was untied, dress crumpled, shirt a bit wet. His was half opened, and his hair was in an endless mess. A lot of people were out tonight, and a lot of eyes were on you. Arriving in front of “Le petit Louxor”, you were the attraction of the night. In the yellow light of the streetlights, you were heading home together. You both didn’t fit in. He was shooting you enamored looks that weren’t discreet, kissing your neck sometimes. You were afraid of what people could think, however, your confidence in him was more important. And suddenly, a man came closer. Roger freezed, as he recognized him.

“Your daughter, huh? Old pervert.” the receptionist spat at the blonde. Brows furrowed, you looked at the man in front of you. “You’re disgusting. Look at you. She was totally…. pure.” Roger closed his eyes, sighing a little. He put one of his hands on your waist as he went ably, trying to avoid that man. Your breath hitched in your throat as the man behind you was yelling. “FUCKING BRITISH PERVERT! HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL!”

Roger was close to you, clenching his fist over your waist. Your shoulders were touching, as you accelerate your steps.

“He’s kinda drunk, huh?” he tried to joke, even though his face was dull.

As you put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, you heard the sounds of crumpled sheets  and a lazy yawn.

“Lolita? Come here with me,” Roger’s voice was weak and thick with sleep, as you assumed he was still in bed. You stood up and walked to your room. His face made you laugh when he saw you. He was in admiration, as if he had seen Virgin Mary.

“I like the way you say Lolita.” you said softly. He smiled, and repeated it loudly.

“It’s normal, isn’t it?” he tilted his head on the right, waiting for your answer

“No, you’re saying it with your accent and that’s pretty hot.” you came closer, snuggling into his arms. You could feel his laugh deep inside his chest. He put back the blanket over you two and closed his eyes, kissing your forehead. His arms were holding you close to him.

“Why are you in France, Rog’?” you asked, head in is neck, resting.

“Mh… Good question, love.” he paused a little. You thought he had fell asleep because his breathing was so regular. “I think i was fed up of England. People are not the same as here.” he let his fingers slip in your hair, brushing a bit the entangled strands. “And if i was still up there, I would have never met you.” you giggled a bit when one of his fingers bumped your nose.

“Haven’t you had friends, family, or .. someone you loved up there?” you were now looking at him, searching his gaze. The palm of your hand slipped on his cheek. You felt the beginning of a light beard.

“Oh… Yes. I had people like that in England.” His eyes lost yours a second before coming back at their initial place. “Hm… I had also a wife.” he said. “But we were not on the same page anymore, so she broke up and asked divorce.” His brows were furrowed, not looking at you anymore. You stood up slowly, hands on his chest, straddling him.

“I’m… so sorry. Ugh, i’m so stupid sometimes Roger.” you sat on his lap, looking at him. You were feeling bad. He lazily brought a hand to your hair, a light smile on his lips. You were describing his face again and again to be sure you would never forget it. His thin pink chapped lips, his big blue tired eyes with wrinkles at the corner, his little round nose, and his never tidied blonde hair.

“You’re not stupid, and it’s nothing, my Lolita.” he said softly. He grabbed the collar of his own shirt and pulled on it to kiss you. “You’re my present now.” you were kissing his lips, and closed your eyes against him.

“You are my present too, Roger.”

*

It was a long and hot day today. Madeleine had forced you to go to the lake with her after the english class. It was surely on purpose, even though you tried to stay with Roger. You waved to him before she pulled you out of the church, by the arm. There was now two days left before your parents came back, and the idea of Roger near your parents was making you feel sick. They would never accept that. Their little girl being with an older man like that. It was impossible. The lake was near the forest and the pasture where Roger and you picnicked yesterday. It was surrounded by tall trees that were making some shadows on the water.

You were both screaming as you tried to dive each other, laughing loudly. Your wet hair was sticking to your back. You and Madeleine were naked in the refreshing water. Floating on your back in the water, you were looking at the sky. Your smile was gone. Two days. It’s so short. She stopped a second her game when she saw you.

“Are you okay ?” the little blonde girl asked. You looked at her as she snapped her fingers in front of your eyes. “Hey ?? Y/N ?”

“Oh sorry. Yes. I’m okay.” you replied quickly. You let your sink a little to get your head wet, putting your massive hair back. When you rose to the surface, you were met with a fed-up Madeleine, that had her arms crossed for a second.

“You’re thinking about him.” she said bitterly. She shot her angry eyes at you.

“Yes, are you happy?” you answered, annoyed. “Let me think about him. Please.” you lowered your eyes. A sad pout was slowly coming on your face as you swam to get out of the water.

You took one of the terry towel waiting for you on the grass. Putting a strand of wet hair behind your ear, you thought about him. A tear rolled slowly on your cheek. Madeleine was feeling it, and she came out, wrapping herself into the second towel.

“Hey… I … don’t wanted you to feel sad.” she muttered, embarrassed.

“It’s not your fault, no need to apology.” you sniffed, wiping the tear off of your cheek. You offered her a weak smile.

“Do you… Love him?”

“I don’t know Madeleine,” you sat, facing the peaceful lake. “He is the one… who had taken my virginity.” you chuckled nervously, lowering your eyes on your shaking hands.

“You haven’t waited until marriage?” she asked, mouth in “o” shape. She was now sat next to you.

“No. I would surely never marry him.” another tear streamed down your face. “That’s ridiculous.” you said suddenly, wiping in vain the water falling from your eyes. “I am ridiculous.” A loud silence took place between you two. Her hand came on your back, trying to stop your sobs.

“You are not.” she finally whispered, petting your back. “I found that remarkable if you’re feeling well with him.” You lift your head to look at her. “I am just afraid of the after. I don’t want to pick up the pieces of you afterward.”

“Oh.. Madeleine...” you snuggled against her. Your heart was horribly full. You felt like you would sink into the ground if Madeleine was not here to hold you.

Tears were diving on your red cheeks, thinking about the end of this week. What if he ended everything because of your parents? You were not even an adult, legally. They could keep you away from him. Madeleine’s arm helped you to come out of your painful thoughts. She was snuggling against you, tightening her grip.

“You know you’re like my older sister, right?” she said with her little voice as you nodded. “I want you happy.” her blonde hair was gently floating because of the hot breeze. Her eyes were stuck on her own feet. “So let’s dress up. You need to spend time with him.”

She stood up, and you did the same some seconds later, wiping your tears away. After dressing up quite quickly, the two of you walked in the forest to go back in your little french town.

Madeleine abandoned you as you stopped in front of the church, hoping to find Roger here. The water lightly flowing on your baby blue shirt, you stepped in the holy place. Roger was reading a book, sat on a bench facing the altar. As he heard some distinct light steps on the paved ground, his head rose up. The book fell clumsily out of his hands in a loud sound, as a smile came on his lips. You quickly made your way to him and sat on his bench. Both of you let out a heavy sigh, and your mouths found their inevitable and comfortable rest. A whine escaped your pink lips as his shaking hands found it way in your messy hair.  

“I want you.” you whispered “I want you so badly.” panting against his lips, you smiled, as his raspy voice came to your ears.

“You’re in god’s house.” he answered, taking back the words you said to him at the beginning of the week. You giggled softly.

“Sorry, old man.” you quickly stood up and turned your back to Roger, making your way outside. He almost ran, his steps resonating in the holy building, to catch your waist and put a small peck on your head.

He smiled, as your head fall on his naked chest. His cigarette was burning slowly, letting a light cloud of smoke fly unhurriedly. The loud sounds of heavy breathings were filling the blue room. You were in his apartment. It was a small place, where only the necessary was here. In his bedroom, there was mostly books  on shelves, and dead cigarettes in some ashtrays. Though, you could see some “unnatural” stuff. There was a Tino Rossi’s record on the platine, and some french book less covered with dust. Finally the clue that made your heart ache, was the Lolita copy, in french. The same as yours. His blonde hair was tickling your forehead  a bit as your eyes drifted from the book to a lazy smile he was arboring.

“You bought it!” you said suddenly, rising on your elbows, straddling him. His blue eyes described your waist, then your little breast and his tired hand pushed away a strand of hair hiding your cheek.

“Of course i’ve bought it.” he paused a second.The hand that arranged your hair was now on your collarbone, brushing the little golden cross attached at your neck.

“I want to fuck you even more, Roger.” you said suddenly, kissing his neck. His mouth was forming a surprised pout, and his eyebrows rose a little.

“Who taught you that language, Lo ?” he asked, as your kisses were slowly lowering. You suddenly lift your head up at the nickname.

“Lo…” a large grin came on your pink lips. You grabbed the book, suddenly opening it. “Read your favorite bit. Please.” you said. He could see in your eyes the excitement of a child, as your hand rested on his chest.

He took the book in his large palm. You could hear the gear wheel turning in his blonde head. Meanwhile, you get up, searching a record for some music. You squealed when you put your hand on a Johnny Hallyday one. You placed the black donut on the platine watching it turn, naked in his room, not helping him to focus on which bit he would read. His eyes were stuck on your hips as you grabbed a shirt of his to cover your bare body. The guitar crackled as the stylus rested on the disc. A high pitched guitar began to play, as you faced Roger. A shaking masculine voice filled the the room. You were mouthing the lyrics, both of your hands in your hair, closing your eyes with grace.

Tout autour de nous

Les gens sont jaloux

Ils me reprochent surtout

D´avoir pour toi des yeux trop doux

Et de t´aimer follement

Mon amour

De t´aimer follement

Nuit et jour

Roger’s lips were parted in admiration. Your wild hair was tucked between your thin fingers. Your eyelids closed softly, hiding your beautiful eyes from the older man. Your pink lips moving at the same time with Johnny Hallyday. Your waist, that Roger was seeing by transparency, was half covered by his white shirt.  Your long legs. Everything was making him crazy about you. He was truly taken by you.  He stood up, a large grin on his face. He kissed your cheek as you opened your eyes.

Ça n´est pas gentil

Mais ça m´est égal

Je me moque de ce qu´on dit

Car moi je trouve que c´est normal

De t´aimer follement

Mon amour

De t´aimer follement

Nuit et jour

His blue eyes met yours, as his lips came on your nose, then on your forehead. Your hands circled his torso and you let out a small giggled that sounded like honey to his ears.

The record left you in each other arms, silently smiling dumbly, but smiling lovingly. You keep the embrace some minutes, intoxicated by each other perfume. Your hands came on his shoulder, as he guided you to the bed.

“I know which bit i’m going to read.” he stated, as he took back the book, laying on the bed. He opened it at the first page. He coughed a little theatrically and began.

“Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.”

He could see your eyes shine, and it made his heart burn with love. Just a little paragraph was making you happy. You gave Roger a small peck on his lips, as you took back your seat over him.

"Your turn." He said, his hand squeezing your thigh. You took the book. You looked at it and brought it at your nose. The smell. It was a new book and you loved the smell. You opened it at your turn. Your face enlightened when you would the right page.

"We passed on to a small pantry and entered the dining room, parallel to the parlor we had already admired. I noticed a white sock on the floor. With a deprecatory grunt, Mrs. Haze stooped without stopping and threw it into a closet next to the pantry." You looked at Roger, who was listening quietly. His hand was groping higher on your skin. "We cursorily inspected a mahogany table with a fruit vase in the middle, containing nothing but the still glistening stone of one plum. I groped for the timetable I had in my pocket and surreptitiously fished it out to look as soon as possible for a train." You marked a pause and sighed shakily as you reached your favorite bit. "I was still walking behind Mrs. Haze through the dining room when, beyond it, there came a sudden burst of greenery – “the piazza," sang out my leader, and then, without the least warning, a blue sea-wave swelled under my heart and, from a mat in a pool of sun, half-naked, kneeling, turning about on her knees, there was my Riviera love peering at me over dark glasses."

The last words were almost whispered, as Roger pushed the book aside to look at you. Your hand came on his cheek, brushing the exterior corner of his blue eyes.

"I never want to leave you, Y/N." He said finally. Your eyes shut to avoid the tears you felt coming deep inside. You took his hand, intertwining your fingers together.

“Me neither… But.. we’re not Bonnie and Clyde, Roger.” He tightened your hands and lowered his eyes on your collarbone. “We can’t run away.” Your own words were hurting you.

“You don’t understand. I can’t leave you.” His raspy voice said. A tear rolled on your cheek as you let yourself fall on his chest. You hide your face in the crook of his neck, crying silently. His large palms were petting your back.

*

The day after was pretty hard. You woke up in his arms. You were at your home, as you worked a bit your english with him. You were able to maintain a simple conversation with someone. He was very proud of you. You ended up making out on the couch, and then fell asleep in your bed. A cigarette came quickly on your lips, as you snuggled against his chest. He was asleep, his respiration regular and calm. Your fingers were making circles on his chest, as you left a puff of smoke out. You were dazed by the sleep. The birds were singing outside, and the sun was entering the room shily, spreading hot yellow tones on your walls. Your hair was entangled, witness of your last night. You felt a hand on your arm and turned you head to see him. He groaned as he squinted, not used to the light.

“How are you…?” you asked softly, a little smile on your lips. The smoke was getting higher. He pulled you closer to kiss your lips before answering.

“I’m… good. Nervous but good.” His brushed your cheek with his fingers and sighed. “You ?”

“Fine.” you answered quickly. “ I need music. What do you want to listen?” Rising up and getting off the bed, you made your way to your records. You were searching, mindlessly, waiting for his answer.

“Guétary.” he finally said.

You pulled a green 7 inch out of this and put it on the platine. As you pressed the “start” button, you turned the volume up. You came back on the bed, Bambino playing. You snuggled, naked, against him, closing your eyes. It was so good to be there. You were following the movement of his chest as he breathed. Up and down. Your hand was resting on his shoulder. His was on your lower back. He was falling asleep again. You were petting his hair, your mind flying between conscious and unconscious. It was your last day together. You tried not to think about it.

You jumped when you heard a feminine gasp. You looked up, eyes full with sleep. Your mother was here, shaking hands on her mouth. It was enough to wake you suddenly. Roger opened an eye and tightened his grip on your waist. He froze, seeing the likeness between the two women. One was in his arms, young and fresh. The other was approximately his age, shocked by the view.

“Oh my god…” the mother said, out of breath. Roger sat slowly, as you grabbed your knickers and shirt. “Oh my god! François… You… “

Heavy footstep coming from the living room came closer. You get up, cheeks burning and too ashamed to talk. Roger was still naked in your bed. He was totally paralyzed. A large man, tall with a big tummy came in the doorframe of your room. He immediately did a step back and look at you, then at the blonde in your bed.

“What the fuck are…” he paused a second. You could see his face turn red from rage. “YOU PEDOPHILE, GET OUT OF MY DAUGHTER’S ROOM!”

“He’s not a--” you began, voice weak.

“SHUT UP!” your mother cried. You looked at the floor.

Roger took his stuff, dressing up. The Guétary 7 inch was always playing in the heavy silence. Your mother was crying silently, as if something horrible happened. It should be your job to cry, actually, but you were just unavoidably empty. The blonde almost forty year old boy gazed at you a last time before just heading out. His eyes were full of sadness but not ashamed at all. And you could feel in the nothingness of his blue pearls that he was truly sorry for you. Though his eyes were so soft on you. They were always soft on you. Your father pushed him in your living room.

Eyes heavy with anger, you were avoiding the touch of your mother. She wanted to dress you up. Like a damn child.

“STOP IT NOW!” you burst out of rage, clenching your fists.

“You’re not playing that game with me, young girl!” Her gaze came from your bruised neck by your lover’s lips to the ashtray full of cigarette. “And you’re smoking.” she sighed loudly, to make her disapproval seem obvious. “You know you’re not an adult? You’re just a little girl. And that man is… truly disgusting.”

“Just shut the fuck up.” you mumbled, putting on your skirt. Your hands were shaking so badly that you struggled to zip it up.

“LANGUAGE!” she said as her hand slapped with violence your red cheek. A single tear rolled down your burning face. You tried to get out of your room but she pulled you back in grabbing your hair. You whined in pain, closing your eyes. She managed to get you on the ground, as you yelled. You gave in, finally kneeling in front of her, sobbing without tears.

“You are pathetic.” she said. “You are nobody. He doesn’t love you. You’re just something he could manipulate. You understand? A young little toy.” Her voice was distant and cold. “You are nothing.” she repeated, saying it louder. You breath was hitching in your throat as your heart broke. Were you nothing ?

You didn’t eat that day. You weren’t hungry. Though, your parents wouldn't let you eat. You were just in your room, looking at the cream toned wall. The night had now fallen, rain was pouring outside, and you were still here. Thinking about his face. His angelic face. You heart had been aching all day. You missed him. Missed his touch. Missed his words. Missed his voice. You closed your eyes, letting you slip in Morpheus’ arms. Your respiration was light, hair in front of your eyelids, lips slightly parted. You heard a weak knock on your window. You remained silent and assumed it was the rain. But another came, louder this time. You rose up on your elbows. You couldn’t see nothing, in the dark. The sound of the sheets crumpling under your weight came difficulty to your buzzing ears. He was there. In front of your windows. A bag on his back. He gave you a light smile. You were frozen here but managed after some seconds to open the window.

“You… Here…?” you asked, whispering so weakly that you were afraid he could not hear you.

“Yes.” his hand brushed your cheek, and he closed his eyes, feeling your skin under his palm. “Get your stuff, we’re going far away from them.” He jumped over the window and get into your room.

“For… ever?” you asked again. Your voice was breaking, not realizing he was here. You could not move.

“Forever.” he answered, hugging you. “Oh… how i missed you… i can’t imagine being away from you more.” He said in your neck. His voice was singing in your ears.

“I love you.” your shaking voice stated. A large smile enlightened his face as he pulled back a little. When he was smiling, his wrinkles were more visible. You were loving it.

“I love you more, my dear Lolita.”

You both jumped in his car after packing some of your stuff. You took some clothes, some records,  some pictures of Brigitte and you copy of Lolita. You were holding the frail book in your hands. Sat on the leather seat, you were looking at your feet. His hand was on your thigh, as he was driving away from this town.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“England. We need to get out of this country since you’re talking perfectly english, darling.” he teased. Since you were back together, joy never left his face.

“So…” you paused a second. “Can I say, we are Bonnie and Clyde?” your gaze was stuck on the dark road.

The headlights were drawing two big bright yellow circles on the concrete. You could hear the summer rain violently fall on the windscreen. Your thin fingers were toying -without really thinking- at your golden cross. As his eyes fell on you, he laughed a bit. He described you, silently before answering to your question. Your hair was free, but a black beret was sat on your head. A yellow dress with white scoop neck pie was adorning your body.

“Yes we are.” his raspy voice finally said. “And guess what? I am pretty sure it is so exciting Brigitte Bardot would make a song about it.”

A smiled came on your lips.

“I am sure also Gainsbourg would be in.” you completed.

As you looked at your lover, you were sure of something. You would never let him go. You would never let go that blonde haired man. Even if he was much older and wanted to find something with you.

As long as you were living, you would never let him go.

[nctrenjunie]

Feel me~ Jeno (M)

Author: Sera

Pairing: Reader x bellboy!Jeno

Genre: Smut

Comment: Yo heilo I actually have nothing to say to this, it´s ok. I hope you can like it, bye!

Request: Hi do you mind writing a bellboy!Jeno x Reader smut in wich the reader is currently staying at his hotel.

“Suite 794”

You kept your head down, hands fidgeting over the counter, waiting for the bellboys response behind the counter. You focus on his hands typing on the keyboard looking for your reservation whilst humming a melody. You feel the lack of sleep taking over your body, yawning as you put your hand out of habit in front of your mouth. His bright voice interrupting his soft humming wakes you a little up, head still kept down.

“Ah yes, reserved under a Miss Y/N.”

You show him your ID card, with a slight nod he looks for the suit card. Handing it over, you take it from the counter with your ID. His face focuses back on the computer screen.

“So Miss, how long are you gonna stay?”

“I...don't know yet.”

“Ohh so you are a more spontaneous person?”

You see the boy tilting his head curious out of the corner of your eye. You chuckle. Spontaneous. You finally lift up your head, meeting his eyes. Warmth. The first feeling you felt, looking into his smiley curious eyes.

“No. I just wanted a break from my monotonous cold life.”

Your answer threw both of you off, looking in each other faces. You look away. The unknown feeling making you feel uncomfortable but good. His smile falls back onto his face as he starts typing something again. Finishing, he turns back around in your direction.

“Well...I hope you can find something warm. Welcome to our hotel Miss Y/N. Please call the reception if you need anything special.”

You look at his name tag, unsure how to answer.

“Thanks...Jeno.”

You walk away. Seeing the elevator door opening you hop in. You still felt something unsure what it is. The cling of the elevator brought you back from your thoughts. You get off looking for your number on the doors. There it was. A golden sign showing of the number 794 as you slide the hotel card through the sensor. You closed the door behind you, looking for the light switch. Turning on the dim light you could clearly see the luxury furniture, the big space that you had for yourself. Your luggage already stood in the bedroom. You walked closer to the big window in the center of the living room. Anticipating the night sky your hopes were crashed. The sky was painted with dark grey clouds, bringing your confused mood down as you saw the small raindrops hitting against the window. You stepped away from the glass, walking into the bedroom. You took of your clothes, throwing yourself with underwear on the soft bed. Getting yourself in a more comfortable position, you cuddle yourself in the blanket, looking up to the ceiling. You tried to sense out a feeling. Nothing. There was no feeling, not like warmth you felt spreading around your body as you looked into the bellboys eyes. Jeno was his name, right? Your turned around, looking out of the smaller window in the bedroom wondering what's missing.

A loud yawn left your mouth as you woke up. The bright sun shined through your white bed sheets that you laid under. Not bothering about the time you decided to just keep on sleeping. You woke up again, feeling awake enough to move. Standing up you took your phone up from the counter looking at the time.

13:38

You lay your handy back on the small counter as you make your way to the bathroom. The cold water that falls on your skin makes you fully awake. You slowly start to wash yourself up. You walk through the suit, your bare foots leaving wet footprints on the floor. Taking something out of your luggage to wear, you look outside the big window, raindrops rolling down. The sky is painted by white clouds plastered above the blue canvas like candy cotton. You smile, imagining small figures out of the clouds.

15:00

You sit down in the hotel cafe, waiting for your order as you grew slightly unpatience. A pianist starts to play something, a table of middle aged woman, chatting about how the music fits perfect to the cafe. Seeing a boy in the hotels uniform walking in your direction a sigh leaves your mouth, finally getting your tea.

“Thank you.”

“Y/N, I have a break now, can I join you?”

Surprised. You looked up, greeted by Jenos kind smile, his eyes doing the same. The piano music that played in the background started to fade, his voice replacing the soft sound in your ears.

“I...uh I mean yes, yes you can.”

Jeno takes a seat, a bottle of water in his hand. He starts to take a gulp of his water while mustering you the whole time. You start to blow on your tea, cooling it down before taking a sip. Sitting down the table you look at Jeno. His ace starts to light up again.

“So Y/N, did you sleep well?, I did, I hope you did, I mean did you?”

You looked at him perplexed, overwhelmed by his words, not knowing how to answer. You notice his cheeks slowly turning red, the blush creeping on his face. Happy. You started to smile, silently laughing. What is this feeling. It felt so soft, his presence felt soft.

“I've slept good Jeno, nice to know that you did too.”

He looked kind of shocked, seeing you smile. Keeping on the conversation, time went on fast. You said your farewell to Jeno, going up to your suit.

17:00

Trying to kill your time you decided to take a bath. Your body started to relax by the scent of the lavender water. Time passed and the water started to get cold. Getting out of the bathtub you laid on the bed. You felt the sheets slowly starting to get wet not caring about using the bathrobe. You start to shiver by the cold air crossing your body. You heard a sudden click from the door. Shocked, you remembered that you forgot to put the “Don't clean” shield on your door. Hearing footsteps getting closer to the bedroom you panicked. Pulling the sheets over your naked body you laid there. Noticing something under the covers Jeno walks closer.

“Excuse me?”

You remember the voice sighing relieved . You stick out your head, looking him embarrassed in the eyes. Jeno sits down on the edge of the bed next to you.

“I...ahh the shield…I..”

“Woah Y/N you're shivering, are you cold?”

Unsure what to do you just kept on lying there for his next move. Jeno put his hand on your forehead checking if you have fever before noticing your wet hair. Water was dripping down your shoulders. Jeno pulls one of his sleeves down over his hand. Moving the sleeve over your shoulder Jeno notices your bare collarbones. You stay still, trying to figure out what to do. Jeno comes closer to your face, whispering in your ear.

“Are you naked Y/N?”

“Its..it's not how you think.. it...it  looks like.”

You tried to verify your state in front of him, feeling embarrassed as he suddenly started to laugh softly. You felt his breath against your lips, noticing the little space between both of your lips.

Alive. The first thing you felt as Jeno crashed his lips on yours. He smiled into the kiss as you tried to figure out the situation, still you kissed back, wanting to feel more. More of him. Jeno didn't break the kiss while his hand went up to loosen his tie. Throwing it on the floor, Jeno took of his shoes and hovered over you. The blanket joined his tie on the floor and then his pants. Standing above of you Jeno looked down on you. His eyes were filled with lust still caring and soft like you got to know them yesterday. His perfect hands went up and started to slowly unbutton his blouse. His blouse accompanied his other clothes on the floor as he pulled himself back down on you. Jeno started to leave small kisses along your body teasing you.

“Please, touch me..Jeno”

Jeno started to chuckle, pulling you closer to his body. You felt his boner rub against your inner thigh noticing that his underwear was also laying on the floor. Jenos arms were over your shoulder, kissing your lips again. You felt your heat getting wet.

“Fuck I need more Jeno...please make me feel you even more.”

“As you wish princess.”

A smile crept over Jenos face as he positioned himself between your legs. His hands were on your hips while his mouth went down, licking your neck to your breast he started to suck on of your sensitive nubs. You start to let out a moan, getting needier by every second. You start to whimper as you feel him suddenly entering one finger in your wet hole. Gasping for air your try to suppress your moans.

“Don't stop your moans baby, I want to hear them all.”

Adding a second finger into your pussy, Jeno starts to pump his fingers fast in and out of you. You feel yourself wanting more. Your hands went up to his hair, his hot  breath against your breast makes you even more aroused. You pull on his hair feeling your high approaching. Jeno noticed your careless moans, knowing you are close. Taking his fingers suddenly out of you he chuckles as you whimper from the lack of something inside of you.

“Are you okay with this Y/N?”

“Why are you even asking Jeno, I want to feel you.”

Jeno pulls your legos over his hips, rubbing his cock slowly over our heat. His hands go up into your hair, pulling on it, forcing you to look him in the face while he slowly enters you. You let out a loud scream. Jenos lips go back to your lips. He starts kissing you again, his tongue entering your mouth as you adjust to his size. Jeno looks into your eyes, asking to move. You nod, feeling him pulling out and in again. You scream his name and groans leave his mouth. Finding a good tempo, Jeno and you are a moaning mess hoping to find their release soon.

“Holy fuck, you fill me up so well Jeno.”

You start to cry out as Jeno hits deep into your G-spot making you fly to heaven. “Fuck, please don't..stop.” Tears start to swell up in your eyes as Jeno starts to ram into you faster, trying to make you cum. You move your hips against him, already feeling your high coming. Jeno bites into your neck, making you scream out loud while cumming on his dick.

“Fuck you are so tight Y/N.”

You feel Jeno riding out your high still moving inside of you before pulling out of you. You whimper, still trying to catch your breath as Jeno grabbed you by your hair. Pulling you closer to his dick, you started to lick the tip before taking him in your mouth. Chasing his own release, Jeno started to move your head fast on his dick. His pants and groans filled the room. Bobbing around his cock he finally cums in your mouth,  pressing his lips against yours.

“Fuck Y/N baby.”

Jeno lays down with you in his arm as both of you try to catch your breathes.

“Well, that was a different kind of room service.”   

[shitthehousessay]

85 QUESTIONS TAG

thanks for the tag @fizzypop315

rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people

— What was your last…

1. Drink: Lemonade.

2. Phone call: My babe.

3. Text message: My friend @more-zero-than-ace.

4. Song you listened to: Actually it was a mashup between House of Gold and Gasoline (21 Pilots and Halsey).

5. Time you cried: Bro it was literally like an hour and a half ago .

6. Dated someone twice: Yeah I have during freshman year. It was a bad decisions tho and it’s the only ex I’ve ever gotten back with.

7. Kissed someone and regretted it:  Ouch. IT’s been a while and I wasn’t the one who kissed them.

8. Been cheated on: Like a year and a half ago. It was the guy right before Cody and he cheated on me while I was in the hospital. 

9. Lost someone special: It’s been a pretty frequent thing so it’s hard to pinpoint just one person, but recently it was brought to light that I unintentionally hurt someone I care about a lot and right now I’m trying to fix it but it may be a while. 

10. Been depressed: Very recently. I have a severe depressive disorder so it’s frequent and not always in my control.

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Haha never.

— Fave colours

12. Blue.

13. Red.

14. I guess black or grey.

— in the last year have you…

15. Made new friends: Haha well it’s hard not to when you change schools, so yes.

16. Fallen out of love: Not at all.

17. Laughed until you cried: Oh yeah, last night in fact.

18. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes.

19. Met someone who changed you: Maybe. The first person who comes to mind is my boyfriend which is a year and a half not just a year but I’m sure there are others.

20. Found out who your friends are: I kind of already knew. I have realized that there are some people who are real friends even if we don’t talk all the time.

21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: My boyfriend lol.

— General

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl: I know all of them except for 1 or 2 maybe, even if I don’t know them all personally.

23. Do you have any pets: 2 dogs and assorted fish.

24. Do you want to change your name: Only my middle name. My first one is fine.

25. What did you do for your last birthday: Nothing. I don’t really make a big deal out of my birthday.

26. What time did you wake up today: 9:00 am.

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Practicing calligraphy because I couldn’t sleep. 

28. What is something you can’t wait for: Summer vacation for sure.

30. What are you listening to right now: A mash-up playlist I created.

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Probably at some point.

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: My physics teacher for sure. I swear I’m gonna strangle her one of these days...

33. Most visited website: Tumblr, Buzzfeed, or YouTube.

34. Hair colour: Dark brown naturally, but red right now. (About to be *very* red since I’m dying it again soon.)

35. Long or short hair: Shoulder length, but I’m working on growing it out.

36. Do you have a crush on someone: My boyfriend lol.

37. What do you like about yourself: I have pretty eyes, I like my curves, and I can make people laugh.

38. Want any piercings: Second piercings in my ears and maybe a side labret. 

39. Blood type: Not sure, but it’s O something. Negative I think.

40. Nicknames: Mel, Melty, and Mellie.

41. Relationship status: Basically married.

42. Sign: Taurus. 

43. Pronouns: She/Her.

44. Fave tv show: Riverdale and Criminal Minds.

45. Tattoos: Not yet, but I want sleeves on my left arm and both thighs and a few other small ones.

46. Right or left handed: Right.

47: Ever had surgery: Yup. 2 actually.

48. Piercings: Just my ears right now.

49. Sport: Sport? I know not this word.(All disclosure I used to run track but that’s it.)

50. Vacation: Just went to Washington for winter break and am going again for summer vacation.

51. Trainers: Like trainers as in shoes? Cause in that case Converse high tops are king.

— More general

52. Eating: Pizza right now.

53. Drinking: Water.

54. I’m about to watch: Criminal Minds for an ungodly amount of time for like the 10th time this week.

55. Waiting for: Summer vacay yo.

56. Want: A lot right now. Most of all tho, i just want to see my boyfriend again.

57. Get married: Definitely. 

58. Career: Writer or profiler for the BAU actually.

— Which is better

59. Hugs or kisses: Hugs. (Unless it’s a kiss from my babe.)

60. Lips or eyes: Eyes.

61. Shorter or taller: Taller. 

62. Older or younger: Older. (Guys my age usually suck tbh.)

63. Nice arms or stomach: Ooooooooooh. I love tummies, but nice arms are like actually my weakness. Like if I have a thing for anything it’s nice arms.

64. Hookup or relationships: Relationships. 

65. Troublemaker or hesitant: Depends on the day tbh.

— Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger: Nope.

67. Drank hard liquor: Haha I plead the 5th.

68.Turned someone down: Yup.

69. Sex on first date: No.

70: Broken someone’s heart: Sadly yes.

71. Had your heart broken: Yeah. Not in a romantic way, but yeah.

72. Been arrested: Haha no.

73. Cried when someone died: Yup.

74. Fallen for a friend: Yeah.

— Do you believe in

75. Yourself: Sometimes.

76. Miracles: Usually.

77. Love at first sight: Kind of. Since the first moment I saw Cody- in 8th grade y’all- I knew he’d be important to me at some point. And he is.

78. Santa Claus: Haha not anymore.

79. Angels: Nope.

— Misc

80. Eye colour:  Hazel. Sometimes more gold, sometimes more brown, and sometimes more green. Depends on the day and the lighting.

81. Best friends name: I have a few close friends but I’m not sure who I’d actually call my best friend. 

82. Favourite movie: Not sure actually.

83. Favourite actor: Hmmm. Also not sure tbh.

84. Favourite cartoon: I’m pretty partial to Avatar and Phineas and Ferb actually.

85. Favourite teacher’s name: Mrs. McGowan or Mrs. Burleson. 

I tag: @more-zero-than-ace, @mikaylajpg, @bleeding-fandom-heart, @sarahthehappygiraffe, @spuperpoop, @pixiesinthevoid, @definitelyatransboy, and anyone else here who wants to do it.

-Mel (the Slytherin)

[enthralleddd0112]

[170906] Some Consolidated Fan Accounts from “The War”Mini Fan Meet (Kyungsoo-related only)

The 4th Album <The War> Mini Fan Meet Event was held 8pm on 6 September at Seoul Olympic Park Hall. 

Image Cr: twitter @b56_b04

The fanmeet was divided into 5 segments: 1) Q&A Session 2) Character/Personality Vote 3) Games - 3 games were played: Spin and Point, Song Guessing, Item Guessing 4) Penalty (for losing team) 5) <Power> Performance

Segment 1: Q&A Session

@dks0112dks

Q1: Do you first squeeze the toothpaste onto the toothbrush or wet the toothbrush first?


Kyungsoo: I will first squeeze the toothpaste onto the toothbrush before wetting the toothbrush, which results in the toothpaste falling off sometimes, but I’ll still end up putting the toothpaste onto the toothbrush first before wetting it.

@ciel__rose/@byunjh_kjd

Q2: EXO’s sleeping poses.

Sehun: A Minseok: C Jongdae: C Jongin: F Kyungsoo: C, Chanyeol: A, Baekhyun: D, Junmyeon: A

Baekhyun said it’s written that who chose C is positive, to which after setting their mind on something, it is not their style to give up easily (everyone agree that it’s pretty accurate).

@melodious_do 

Q3: At what battery level will you charge your phone?  Kyungsoo: No specific level, I will put my phone to charge whenever I see a charger available.

@allisyou_

Q4: What would you do when (your phone) battery started charging? Kyungsoo: I just stare at it then tap it (with my finger).

@ohplayme (video in link)

Sehun: If Kyungsoo hyung don’t do the line, I won’t do it either (fans cheer~). So Kyungsoo hyung are you still not going to do it? Kyungsoo: I won’t do it. (fans collectively sigh disappointedly~) Junmyeon: Kyungsoo-ah, what happens if these lines are in the drama script? You can do it right? You’ll do it directly right? Jongin: Let’s go straight to “I‘m really sad”, straight away tear up and do the “I’m really sad” line. Kyungsoo: But this is not (filming) though…
 Chanyeol: You know that your fans would want to see it right? 
Kyungsoo: Ok I’ll do it, I’ll do it. Finally Kyungsoo did the aegyo line: I’m sad. I’m sad. Really really sad.

P.S. The ageyo line was actually from TV drama “Fight My Way” (by Park Seojoon).

@onlaymon

When Sehun said he’ll do aegyo only if Kyungsoo does it too, Jongin jumped outta his chair to hi-5 him.

@Magnificent_ck

Chanyeol was hitting the floor when Kyungsoo did the aegyo.

Segment 2: Character/Personality Vote

The second segment is character/personality vote, where the members will answer and they’ll be ranked.  @doh112_207

Q1: Who are the most narcissistic members? Jongdae → Sehun Jongin → Junmyeon no. 1, Chanyeol no. 2, Kyungsoo no. 3, Baekhyun no. 4. The rest are the same. Kyungsoo ranked the lowest among the members at 0.2%.

@阿洛_倩蒂瑞拉好好的

Q2: The member that is most particular about their items? Minseok 38% Junmyeon 33% Kyungsoo 10% Chanyeol 8% Sehun 6% Baekhyun 1.9% Jongin 0.1% (members teased even 0.1% is still too high a value)

Segment 3: Games

Game 1: Spin for 10 rounds in the elephant pose and point on the roulette @阿洛_倩蒂瑞拉好好的

During the game segment, they needed to split into teams, to which Junmyeon and Baekhyun are the leaders of the two teams. Team names are KoKoBop and Power. Winners will be decided through 3 rounds of games and the losers will have to do a penalty. KoKoBop Team: Junmyeon, Jongdae, Kyungsoo, Sehun Power Team: Minseok, Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongin

@dyodyo_1248 (video in link)

During the game segment, Kyungsoo spun really quickly for the elephant pose, but he struggled to get to the target and after running in circles around the members, he collapsed to the floor, panting, so cute.

@doh112_207

Kyungsoo spun for 10 rounds in the elephant pose, and he spun very quickly. Because he was too dizzy, he ran around mindlessly in circles around the members, super cute.

Image Cr: @melodious_do

@_Balletboy/@save_kaisoo

Jongin teasingly mimicked Kyungsoo in his dizzy state and while he was doing that, he said, “so silly~ I’m so silly~ ah ah ah~” He was so funny when he was copying Kyungsoo. kkkk Jongin is the best at teasing his hyung kkkk

Game 2: Guess the song title

@pol_cchack

Kyungsoo intercepted Baekhyun and fought to answer <Christmas Day>, the answer was wrong. Baekhyun then answered correctly, it’s <What If…>.

@Zzarabii

Kyungsoo: Can you please let me hear the prelude of both <Christmas Day> and <What If...>?

Chanyeol then said that both preludes sound similar, but the chords and harmonising are slightly different.

@ddosehun

Minseok to Kyungsoo: Chirstmas Day-nim, please get out!

@來一點嘟嘟加点边白

The song guessing game segment is so cute. To avoid it being too dangerous, Sehun suggested that they brisk walk instead of running to buzz the bell hhhhhh. The second pair to guess is always Kyungsoo and Baekhyun, and when the both of them couldn’t remember (the song title), and just looked blankly at each other. hahahahaha, so silly!

@bboyo0921

During the guess song title game, Kyungsoo was always the first one who pressed the bell but he never guessed it right.

@阿洛_倩蒂瑞拉好好的

When the prelude of <What If…> came on, Kyungsoo confidently went to ring the buzzer and answered <Christmas Day>. Jongdae: What are you doing! After that game segment, Junmyeon’s team didn’t get a single question correct. Jongdae: Kyungsoo looked so confident when he rang the buzzer, I thought he’ll definitely get it right.

@100h_506 (video in link)

Kyungsoo pressed the bell first but he couldn’t remember the song title so the members told him to go back and listen it once more. When Kyungsoo was back to his spot Junmyeon: Oh! I suddenly remember the title (walk face to the bell and ring it). Baekhyun: Excuse me! Please comeback! Excuse me! Baekhyun: Excuse me, but we are agreed to listen it once more then answer it later. Junmyeon: I just remember it. Baekhyun: Listen if first then (imitating Junmyeon’s walk) (The song played once more) Junmyeon: (walked right away and pressed the bell but he suddenly couldn’t remember it) Chanyeol: Eyyy Baekhyun: (walked to answer) Baekhyun: <On The Snow>! Kyungsoo: No, it’s not. Chanyeol told him the answer! Jongdae: I agreed with that. Sehun: The score must be -1! Chanyeol: (tried to make an excuse) Kyungsoo was pressed the bell first but he couldn’t remember the song title so the members told him yo go back and listen it once more. When Kyungsoo was back to his spotz Junmyeon: Oh! I suddenly remember the title (walk face to the bell and ring it). Baekhyun: Excuse me! Please comeback! Excuse me! Baekhyun: Excuse me, but we are agreed to listen it once more then answer it later. Junmyeon: I just remember it. Baekhyun: Listen if first then (imitating Junmyeon’s walk) (The song played once more) Junmyeon: (walked right away and pressed the bell but he suddenly couldn’t remember it) Chanyeol: Eyyy Baekhyun: (walked to answer) Baekhyun: <On The Snow>! Kyungsoo: No, it’s not. Chanyeol told him the answer! Jongdae: I agreed with that. Sehun: The score must be -1! Chanyeol: (tried to make an excuse)

Game 3: Members are paired up, blindfolded and supposed to guess the item that is placed between their faces.

@dyoching_112

Baekhyun: Chanyeol-ssi and D.O.-ssu, ChanDi. Okay, please wear your eye cover mask. Jongdae: Ah~ it suits well ya~ do you allow to (look) suit well like this? Minseok: Let’s do it!

@hyoyeonsubs2

Camera pans to one-shot of Kyungsoo with the animal eye-mask Jongdae: Yah~ is it ok to look so good (with the mask)? 

Image Cr: @zhongxin90

@l3aekpro

Chanyeol’s answer was wrong. Kyungsoo said Broccoli then Jongdae said Cooking King Dyo~

@melodious_do

Kyungsoo managed to quickly guess “broccoli”, and Jongin added saying that he’s very satisfied with Kyungsoo’s pronunciation (of “broccoli”).

@HOXMILL

Sehun was asking for a turning score since it was the last game but the current score was 1-1 😂😂😂😂

@dear_mayin

Kyungsoo is really kind and polite. The staff was cleaning something. Kyungsoo also went up to help them. Again, I feel his kindness from this.

@DluvD12

After the members completed the spin in the elephant pose, and imprinted their fingerprint on the roulette board, Kyungsoo will quietly hand them tissues. After that game segment ended, Kyungsoo quietly pushed the cart with the tissues to the side to the staff. After the song guessing game, Kyungsoo had wanted to push the cart with the bell to them as well, but because it didn’t budge (could be the mechanism was stuck), so the staff came up to push it off the stage

Segments 4 & 5: Penalty & <Power> Performance

@阿洛_倩蒂瑞拉好好的

In the end, Junmyeon team won 2 rounds out of 3. The penalty is to dance to KoKoBop 2x faster!

@byunificial

Baekhyun: A lot of fans are saying they want us to guest Weekly Idol and want to see our 2x speed dance the most? So we have prepared it for today! (so they danced it together)

@S2_D5_S2

Junmyeon said <Power> has been released then Kyungsoo danced a bit of <Power> choreography.

@JETBLACK0112

When the stage was over, Kyungsoo kept doing the tap dance.

@allisyou__

Baekhyun: When we shoot our MV, all of the set are all green... Kyungsoo was surprised there.

@doh_blah_blah

Ending ment: We finally managed to do the fan meeting that we’ve said to do. It finally came true. It is really interesting. It’ll be good if we have more of such opportunities. <Power> is already released, has everyone been anticipating it? I have also worked hard to prepare for this. Please show lots of support for <Power> and continue to love EXO. Thank you EXO-Ls.

Below a separate fan account from one OP:

@renachan 

✿ KoKoBop's live performance is really so good. ✿ His face seemed to have slim down quite a lot, is it for his upcoming movie ✿ Besides practising his tap dance during the Q&A section, he kept hitting his own thigh, there was a continuous slapping sound (from his hitting). ✿ Kyungsoo says that Sehun knows what Kyungsoo stans want, and if not for him, why would Kyungsoo even act out the part in "Fight My Way", the way he rolled up/scrunched his shoulders upwards, the whole venue went wild alright? ✿ That game when he needed to spin and point at the roulette board, I laughed until I almost died. After he spun that 10 rounds, he couldn't even stop and can't seem to run towards the board and went running around the members in circles for almost 3 rounds wahahahahahaha ✿ I laughed so hard during the song guessing segment too. The way he ran out fighting to answer the question, the way he brisked walked with only movements from his legs but not his body, the way he fanatically rang the buzzer "ding ding ding ding' it's so cute I could die, and even confidently answered <What If...> as <Christmas Day>, whahahhahah I could laugh till I die. ✿ The way he was so immersed in feeling up the broccoli, trying to figure out what it was, I started having awry thoughts okay? ✿ I was very touched during the Mission segment. All of you dance to KoKoBop in 2x the speed and all of you collapsed to catch your breath after that. All I felt at that moment was that all of you put in so much and worked so hard to embarked on each step, we can't bear for all of you to be wronged or get bullied.. ✿ The live performance of <Power>, oh my goodness, it's really shocking, the choreography is so good it adds 112 points on top of the MV. It's just a couple of minutes but it's so powerful, it's got the street pop feel, it's got cute parts, and there's even a portion that there were a series slow-mo dance moves, it's multi-dimensional but not messy, I feel like crying after watching the performance, and the whole venue burst into roars of cheers after the performance. We can't stop ourselves from clapping and I just realised that I clapped until I've got blue blacks on my hands. ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ I was really near today, it felt even nearer when I had front row middle seats. There's someone I need to thank, yes, thank you. ✿ Actually, I notice that this kid falls into a daze rather often, as I'm watching him every second (during the fan meet). He was fiddling with skin on his fingers, he'll break into a smile by raising one side of his lips periodically. As I don't fully understand Korean, so while I don't understand, I'll zone out while watching you, that way, I'll feel like I can connect with you in that spiritual world.   ✿ I got a feeling that you noticed the banner that I'm holding up, as I notice that you'll skip past me when you glance over, but I actually quite like this feeling, the effort to skip is also a gesture of care. I think we're equally shy. Your final ment is so so tender and soft too. Stanning you is a beauty that cannot be described. ✿ My feelings and fire for EXO's dance has been re-ignited, you guys, especially you, just can't be replaced by simply anybody. ✿ Missing of you, (I am) always missing of you. I will carry the positive energy and strength that you've given me and will continue working hard learning and living. Love you, (I will) always love you, Do Kyungsoo.

Cr: <The War> Mini Fan Meet, sources as quoted above (2017.09.06) Chi Trans: weibo @都暻秀后援会_DohKyungsooCN, @Nacho_都暻秀资源博, @都暻秀吧_Dohkyungsoobar, @1993年1月12号 Eng Trans: twitter @dyororo_, @babyso_o, @serenadyo, @doitlikethis123, @byunificial, @hyoyeonsubs2, @enthralleddd Fan Account Consolidation and In partnership with: IG @channel930112

[xabiyoko]

Do it, Xabier. Answer the questions. ¡Todas las preguntas, por favor!

OMG an Anon, hi!!!! An a spanish speaking one at that!

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

My partner.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

Shy as fuuuck.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

Tomorrow I’m going to a friend’s concert, so I’m looking forward to that.

4. Are you easy to get along with?

No, I mean I think so, but my lack of friends indicates otherwise.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

Sure, but I don’t drink.

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

Emotionally unavailable women!!!! Also, hippies and freelovers.

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

I hope.

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

My partner.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Depending on with whom, but not necessarily. It makes me uncomfortable to talk about sex explicitly, sometimes.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My partner, deep conversations are our thing,

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

yo voy a un concierto mañana a las 7, sorry.

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Mad World, Shallow, Ocean Eyes, Royals, and No Time to Die.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

I love it.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Nope.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

It’s been like 4 days, so not much.

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Yep.

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

Sure, we can’t possibly be the only ones here.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

Nope, it’s been some 4-5 years.

19. Do you like bubble baths?

I LOVE.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

I have no relationship with them.

21. What are you bad habits?

I answer badly when I’m tired/stressed.

22. Where would you like to travel?

Canada! The Pacific Northwest.

23. Do you have trust issues?

Oh boy do I... But I’m working on them.

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Going to sleep.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My stomach. I struggle a lot with people touching it, it’s been an issue lately.

26. What do you do when you wake up?

I open my phone and play Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery for 12 minutes, more or less.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

I don’t give two shits tbh.

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

My partner and some of my friends.

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

Nope.

30. Do you ever want to get married?

YES.

31. If your hair long enough for a pony tail?

Biiiitch, I can make two ponytails, it’s been almost 3 years since I last cut my hair.

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

I honestly find a threesome would be really stressful, so... none? hahahah Maybe like idk, Jason Momoa and Christina Hendricks.

33. Spell your name with your chin.

cxvasdbvciouewre

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

I swim every day, and I play basketball by myself, like a good depressed boy.

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

Without music for sure.

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Of course, although eventually I tend to open my fucking mouth.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Awkwaaaaaaaaard.

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

Big smile and thick thighs!

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

I don’t like to shop.

40. What do you want to do after high school?

hahaha I wanted to be a teacher, and here I am.

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

Sorry no, some people don’t, I’m sorry.

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

That I’m all hot and bothered, probably angry, I like to let it simmer and eat me up inside.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Only when they have dogs.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Outer space, I think. The bottom of the ocean is hella scary.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

My alarm?

46. What are you paranoid about?

I guess about other people’s feelings towards me? Link this with the trust issues thing earlier.

47. Have you ever been high?

Nope, maybe next saturday for the first time?

48. Have you ever been drunk?

I have, although not in a while.

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Not really.

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Black.

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Yep, regularly tbh

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

My appearance?

53. Favourite makeup brand?

Maybe it’s Maybelline? 

54. Favourite store?

The corner store where I buy bread, the lady is super nice.

55. Favourite blog?

Yours, whoever you are.

56. Favourite colour?

PURPLE.

57. Favourite food?

I have trouble with this question, but I’d say Watermelon, nothing tastes better.

58. Last thing you ate?

Apples and yoghurt.

59. First thing you ate this morning?

An apple.

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

I won a sjoelen competition two or three years ago in the hotel I stayed at with my grandma and mom.

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Never.

62. Been arrested? For what?

Never.

63. Ever been in love?

I think?

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

My leg was broken, I think, and my arm was wrapped in something for some reason. We were watching “El Penalty Más Largo del Mundo”, and after the end, I went for it.

65. Are you hungry right now?

Nope, I’m having dinner.

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

YES.

67. Facebook or Twitter?

Twitter.

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

Tumblr.

69. Are you watching tv right now?

Not tv but a tv show, Insecure

70. Names of your bestfriends?

I don’t have one.

71. Craving something? What?

Touch?

72. What colour are your towels?

Purple, Black and Pink.

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

Two.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

Sometimes? My purple care bear.

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

A LOT, like A LOT. They don’t fit on my bed, they don’t fit under my bed, they don’t fit in my wardrobe.

75. Favourite animal?

The honeybadger!

76. What colour is your underwear?

Black, always.

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Chocolate.

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

Speculoos.

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

Blue.

80. What colour pants?

Blue.

81. Favourite tv show?

Boy Meets World.

82. Favourite movie?

Stardust.

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean Girls.

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Mean Girls.

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

Regina.

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

The starfish.

87. First person you talked to today?

My partner.

88. Last person you talked to today?

My partner.

89. Name a person you hate?

My partner? No, just kidding. I haaaaaate... I don’t hate anyone, I think.

90. Name a person you love?

My partner.

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Not really.

92. In a fight with someone?

Nope.

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

Three, two black, one gray.

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

Three, I think. One black, one blue, one white.

95. Last movie you watched?

The Public’s Much Ado About Nothing

96. Favourite actress?

I don’t think I have one.

97. Favourite actor?

I don’t think I have one.

98. Do you tan a lot?

Sadly, I do.

99. Have any pets?

My partner’s dog, who just peed in my bedroom today.

100. How are you feeling?

Tired.

101. Do you type fast?

Yes, if I say so myself.

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

A lot of stuff.

103. Can you spell well?

I think so, although the most simple of words gives me problems.

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

Does my grandpa count?

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

YES! Every summer in Romania, not this one tho :(

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

I hope not, but I guess?

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes.

108. What should you be doing?

Sleeping?

109. Is something irritating you right now?

Not really.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

I don’t think so.

111. Do you have trust issues?

Again? Yep.

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My parents.

113. What was your childhood nickname?

I had sooooo many. 

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

Yep.

115. Do you play the Wii?

I love it.

116. Are you listening to music right now?

Nope.

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

I don’t eat noodles, so I guess not.

118. Do you like Chinese food?

I LOVE Chinese food, give me ALL of it. Not all of them because you know ED and all that, but other than noodles and rice, all of it.

119. Favourite book

Isla and the Happily Ever After.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

A little bit?

121. Are you mean?

A lot bit? I am sometimes, but I’m working on it.

122. Is cheating ever okay?

No. How about you taaaaaalk about your feelings, bro?

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

No. When I was little my mum used to tell me not to buy white clothes because they were “too dirty”. It turns out I was the “too dirty” one.

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

No.

125. Do you believe in true love?

Yes

126. Are you currently bored?

Nope.

127. What makes you happy?

Feeling comfortable with people makes me happy.

128. Would you change your name?

Nope.

129. What your zodiac sign?

Cancer.

130. Do you like subway?

The food? Yes. The mode of transportation? Not in times of Corona

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Tell her it’s okay and that it’ll pass. Also, I’m not shit, so yeah.

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My partner.

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

All of Ocean Eyes.

134. Can you count to one million?

I don’t have that kind of time.

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

Someone called home to tell me I had to go play football, and I answered I wasn’t home.

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

Closed at home, open with my partner because of the dog.

137. How tall are you?

Not at all. 1,70. 

138. Curly or Straight hair?

Mine? Curly, although it got straight when I dyed it. In other people? I like it straight.

139. Brunette or Blonde?

I have brown hair, although now it’s purple/pink. I like blondes and girls with black black hair.

140. Summer or Winter?

Winter

141. Night or Day?

Night

142. Favourite month?

I hate all months the same.

143. Are you a vegetarian?

No, althought it seems like it sometimes.

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Dark-ish.

145. Tea or Coffee?

I used to be coffee all day, but now after quarantine I’m more of a tea kind of guy.

146. Was today a good day?

It was a day, not good or bad.

147. Mars or Snickers?

I dislike both tbh.

148. What’s your favourite quote?

‘Do you fall in love often?’ Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all. — Jeanette Winterson

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

No.

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? 

mejor que mil insultos posibles y mi imaginación, mucho más fructífera que la de mis haters, que se limitaban a criticar mi aspecto, mi ropa, lo dispuesta que parecía a cualquier práctica obscena con David.

[another-insanewriter]

Coffee(Jeon Jungkook x Reader)(F)

Written by: @another-insanewriter​

Genre: Fluff

Warning(s): Fluffffff and a bit of jealousy

Member(s): Jeon Jungkook(BTS)

Summary: When you run into an old friend in a coffee shop, you two reminisce about the past and old feelings re-emerge. You and Jungkook catch up by going on a date.

Author’s Note: Just a short little fluff that I wrote for a friend, who is obsessed with Jungkook. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3,213

You sit in a coffee shop taking a long sip of your f/d. Though it’s your day off, you’ve been working on an assignment that was due to your boss in a few days. Despite it not being due yet, you’ve been wanting to get it over with so that you could have more time to yourself. As you continue to type furiously away on your laptop, an employee begins to make his way across the shop to the booth where you sat. He slides in the seat across from you. “Hello?” The employee asks you, causing you to hum in response, not looking up from your laptop. When he doesn’t respond after a few minutes, you finally look up at him. Your sparkling y/e/c eyes meet with the familiar brown orbs of your best friend, whom you haven’t seen in years because his family moved out of Busan to move to Seoul. “J-Jungkookie?” You ask cautiously, examining the boy as if he’d disappear at any second, only having been a figment of your imagination. “Y/n,” he says, a soft smile appearing on his features. You send him a wide smile back, reaching across the table to pull him into a tight hug. “It’s been so long, Kookie,” You say, pressing your face against his neck. “I know, y/n/n,” he responds wrapping his arms around you. “How have you been doing lately? Did you finish high school? Are you going to University? Are you still in that band? What did you call yourselves again…. Bangtan Sonyeondan? Is that right? Oh my gosh-” “Y/n,” Jungkook cuts you off before you could ask him more questions. “You’re rambling.” He laughs softly. “Oh… I’m sorry,” You say bashfully. “I have a tendency to do that don’t I?” Jungkook nods slightly, laughing with you. “That you do… But to answer your questions… I’ve been doing well… Yes, I did finish high school, but I am not attending Uni, yet… Yes, I am still in the band with the boys. And yes you are right, we do call ourselves Bangtan Sonyeondan… or BTS for short.” You smile softly at him. “I missed you so much, Kookie,” You say, leaning across the table again to pull him into another hug. “I missed you too, y/n/n,” he whispers in your ear. “So so much…” Jungkook adds, pulling back, and smiling widely at you. You smile back at him. “When do you get off work?” You ask him, smiling widely. “Well… I’m on break right now… I probably have to go back soon though,” He says frowning slightly. “I get off at 7 though…” You nod, looking over at the clock, which currently read 5:38. “I’ll probably still be here… I’ve been working on well… work,” you laugh softly. “I have an assignment due to my boss on Friday and I’ve been here since 3 working on it…” You shrug. “Maybe we could go to dinner after you get off?” You suggest and Jungkook nods enthusiastically in response, causing you to smile wider. “On one condition…” he says and you raise an eyebrow in response. “It’s a date… Like a proper date… You go home and get all fancy and I’ll take you to a fancy restaurant… y’know cliche kind of date…” “Deal,” You say, internally squealing to yourself. You have had a crush on him for the longest time… but those feelings sort of disappeared when he moved, but now that he was back you could feel the fluttering in your stomach as you talk to him. “I’ll pick you up at 8. Do you still live in the same apartment?” You nod slightly, smiling widely. “Jungkook! Your break is over,” Yells a voice from across the store. “Coming, Jin-hyung,” Jungkook yells back, frowning slightly. “I’ll see you at 8 I guess…” He says, glancing at you before standing up. “See you at 8, Jungkookie,” You say smiling, leaning over and kissing his cheek sweetly, causing his frown to turn back into a smile. He nods, returning to the front counter, glancing back at you every so often with a smile. You return to your work, finishing up your assignment. By the time the clock hits 6:17 you had finished the entire assignment and faxed it to your boss. You lean back in the booth and stretch your arms. You look towards the counter, catching Jungkook staring at you and smile to yourself. You place your laptop back into its bag and stand up, making your way towards the door. Before you leave, you glance back at the counter and wave to Jungkook who waves back with a small smile.

It was currently 7:38 and you were freaking out. You’ve been fretting about what to wear on your date and Jungkook was going to be here in 22 minutes. “Ahhh, what do I wear?” You ask yourself. “Oh! F/n will know!” You say, running towards your nightstand and grabbing your phone. You click the FaceTime call button to call F/N. “Y/n, what’s up?” F/n asks when she picks up. “Jungkook and I are going on a date and I don’t know what to wear!” You yell, freaking out inside. “Okay okay… Calm down number one… Number two Jungkook as in Jeon Jungkook as in the boy you used to have the biggest crush on that moved to Seoul?” “Yes, yes that Jungkook! Now is not the time, I really need your help. He’s going to be here in like ten minutes!” You yell at her. “Oh my god! You’re in trouble, y/n. What have you got picked out?” F/n asks you, shaking her head slightly. “Well, there are three possible outfits that I found…” You say, grabbing the three of them to show her. The first outfit was a short, flowery, navy colored dress that you had matched with a pair of black leggings, combat boots, and a denim jacket. The second was a form-fitting black knee length dress with a cream colored jacket and black heels. The third was a dress with a burgundy, white and black colored pattern on the bottom and a white top that you had paired with a black overcoat, a fedora, knee-high burgundy socks and black combat boots. “Ooooh all are pretty, but I think that you should wear the third one… It’s the best in my opinion,” F/n states which you nod along to. You had been leaning towards that outfit anyways. “Now go get changed! Your date could be there any minute.” “Thanks, F/n!” You say before ending your call and quickly changing into your outfit (see picture ignore the model and the hair)

Almost the minute that you finish getting ready, the front doorbell rings. You jump slightly, running to the door. You open it up, revealing Jungkook wearing his signature white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and Timberlands. You smile softly. “I see that you haven’t changed your clothing style a bit in these past two years,” You giggle, taking in his appearance. His shirt seemed to fit him perfectly, accentuating his abs. He smiles softly at you and shakes his head. “Yeah but I look so much better now that I’ve been working out… don’t you agree?” He smirked slightly at you with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I don’t disagree,” You say giggling again. “Shall we?” He asks, smiling at you softly, holding his hand out to you. You nod in response and take his hand, intertwining your fingers. “We shall,” You say, stepping out of the apartment and closing the door behind you. Jungkook smiles softly at you as you walked down the hallway of the complex and out the front door towards his car. “Wait… You can drive? Since when?” You ask him, raising an eyebrow skeptically. “I got my license last year y/n, I can drive I swear,” He says laughing softly as you continued to look at him skeptically. “I don’t know if I trust you... “ You say, laughing softly as he opens the passenger door for you. “Come on, y/n, I’m a safe driver,” Jungkook says, trying to push you into the car jokingly. “Okay, okay, but if we get into an accident I will sue you,” You joke, sitting down in the seat properly and buckling your seat belt. “I’m sure you will,” Jungkook responds sarcastically as he walks around the car to sit in the driver’s seat. You giggle softly as he fails to start the car the first time. “Hey don’t laugh at me… It’s an old car and sometimes it doesn’t like to start…” He mumbles, rolling his eyes slightly. “Sure, babe, whatever you say,” You respond, still laughing to yourself. “Wait… what did you call me?” He looks over at you, eyebrow raised. You flush a bit red. “Nothing,” you mumble, cheeks becoming redder. “I thought I heard you call me… babe,” he pauses for dramatic effect, only causing you to become even redder than before. “Don’t worry… You can call me babe all you want… If I can call you noona,” He smirked slightly at you. “Kookie,” you groan slightly, cheeks extremely flushed. “I’m joking… I’m joking… I’m your oppa anyways,” he says smirking still. You roll your eyes at him. “Shut up, Kookie,” you mumble. “Let’s just go…” Jungkook nods slightly, turning the key again to start the ignition. “Yes,” Jungkook cheers, pumping a fist in the air dramatically when the car actually starts. You giggle at his reaction, shaking your head lightly. “Doooork,” you mumble under your breath. “I’ll have you know that that is the first time this car actually started on only the second try… usually, it takes like 5 tries to get it to start,” Jungkook says, pushing your shoulder playfully.  “So stop calling me a dork.” You roll your eyes at him again and shrug as he pulls out of the apartment complex’s parking lot. “Where are we going on our date, Kookie?” You ask him smiling softly. He glances over at you. “It’s a surprise,” Jungkook says, smirking slightly as he returns his gaze back to the road, continuing to drive. You pout slightly and cross your arms. “Coommmeee on, Kookie, just tell me,” You beg him, using a puppy face to attempt to get an answer from him. “Nope, not gonna happen, sorry sweetheart,” He says, still smirking as he reaches his arm across the center console and sets it on your thigh. “You’ll see when we get there.” You groan softly and roll your eyes, staring out the window. “Are we there yet?” You ask, not even a minute later. “No… babe, be patient,” Jungkook says, laughing softly at you. “What about now?” You ask after about five minutes. “Babe… It’s been five minutes and we are clearly on the highway now. So no, we are not there yet,” Jungkook shakes his head, glancing at you before looking back at the road. You groan and reach over to turn on the radio. Jungkook sings along to the song on the radio, but you didn’t recognize it. “What song is this?” You ask softly right before the song ends and the broadcaster begins to speak. “And that was No More Dream by Big Hit’s new band, Bangtan Sonyeondan,” says the announcer, causing your mouth to drop. “Kookie! Why didn’t you tell me that you got signed to Big Hit!?!” You yell, hitting him on the shoulder. “You’re going to be famous. Oh my god! How did I not recognize the song? I should’ve recognized it, or at least recognized your voice! Oh, I’m such a terri-” “Y/n, you’re rambling again…” Jungkook cuts you off before you could continue to speak your mind. You blush a bit red. “Sorry…” You mumble. “But seriously… Why didn’t you say anything?” “I didn’t think it was all that important I guess… I mean I’m still the same person…” He mumbles and shrugs. “This is huge Kookie! You’re going to be famous!” “There’s no guarantee of that… We only just debuted… Anything could happen,” Jungkook says, switching lanes and taking the highway exit. “Whatever… I think you’re gonna end up famous,” You respond, shrugging. “Are we almost there?” Jungkook nods slightly to your question. “Almost…” He responds, taking a turn onto a back road. You look over at him curiously. “Are you gonna tell me where we are going yet?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Nope, you can guess though,” He responds, laughing softly. You groan, rolling your eyes at him. “But I don’t know, that’s why I am asking,” You mumble. “You’ll find out in… about five minutes,” Jungkook states, grinning and shaking his head slightly at your impatience. “You know, y/n, patience is a virtue.” “Yeah, whatever,” You grumble, crossing your arms and looking out of the window.  After a few minutes of silence, Jungkook pulls into the parking lot of a small family restaurant. He opens the door to the restaurant and holds it for you. “My lady.” You giggle softly, stepping in. “Thank you, kind sir,” You joke, giggling. “Anything for a pretty girl such as yourself,” Jungkook says, smoothly wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You smile softly leaning into him as you walked up to the hostess’ desk to ask for a table. “Hello, Jungkook. Table for two?” The hostess asked smiling at us. Jungkook nods and the hostess takes you to a table in the back of the restaurant. Your table was tucked away from the rest of the tables. It had a small candle on the table right next to a vase of roses. “Thanks, Irene,” Jungkook responds as you and he sit down at the table and the hostess, Irene, walks away from the table after leaving the menus. “You know her?” You ask, trying to keep the jealousy out of your voice. “Yeah… She was one of my only friends when I moved to Seoul,” Jungkook shrugs slightly. “Why? Are you jealous?” He asks raising an eyebrow and smirking. “No!” You say defensively, crossing your arms and looking away from him. He laughs softly leaning toward you. “Yes you are,” He says, smirking more. “No… No, I am not,” You respond leaning back, still not looking him in the eye. “Then look me in the eye and say that you aren’t jealous of Irene,” Jungkook says, leaning even closer.  You look over at him, meeting his eyes. “I… am… not… jealous… “ You mumble, not so convincingly as you tried to keep your eyes on him. “Okay, whatever you say…” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes and leaning back in his seat. “But you’ve no reason to be jealous of her… After all, she’s not the one I’m in love with.” Jungkook shrugs, and your eyes widen as you look back up at him. “W-what?” Yous stutter, blushing bright red. “I’m in love with someone other than Irene,” Jungkook states shrugging slightly and your eyes widen more. “Who?” You ask, unable to help the jealousy from your voice. “Aha! You are totally jealous now,” Jungkook smirked at you causing you to roll your eyes at him. “Who?” You ask again, crossing your arms. “You still have no reason to be jealous…”Jungkook says leaning over the table to get closer towards you. “Kooookiieeee, who is it?” You groan, pouting. “It’s you, Y/n,” Jungkook whispers, making you blush brightly as his breath hits your face as he continues to lean into you. “M-me?” You ask cautiously as his hand reaches up and caresses your cheek. “I love you, y/n, I have loved you since before I left for Seoul,” he whispers leaning in impossibly closer until his lips brushed yours. Your breath catches in your throat as he finally closes the space between you two completely, kissing you softly. You respond after a few moments of you remaining still in shock. He pulls back slightly, your noses still brushing against each other. “I-i love you, too, Jungkook,” You whisper back, biting your lip. Jungkook smiles softly at you, closing the space between you again and kissing you sweetly. This time you respond right away, kissing him back softly. “Ahem… Should I- uh… come back later?” asks your waiter, looking between you and Jungkook as you break away from each other quickly. Your cheeks flush bright red, and Jungkook’s do as well. “N-no… No. Y-you’re fine,” You stutter nervously, biting your lip and letting out a bit of nervous laughter. You look over at Jungkook, who was also still blushing red. “So… What can I get you two to drink?” The waiter asks, standing there slightly awkwardly. “Uhm… I’ll have a water,” Jungkook says. “I-uhm… I’ll have a f/d,” You respond, looking down at the table. The waiter nods slightly, not bothering to write down the order and walking back towards the kitchen. You and Jungkook look at each other from across the table and burst into laughter. “That was so… awkward,” You giggle, and Jungkook agrees, laughing along with you. “Ah, he can deal with it… I should be able to kiss the girl that I love,” Jungkook grins, leaning back across the table once more to kiss you again. You respond to the kiss, smiling widely into it, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck. “Aish, not again!” The waiter yells, putting the drinks down on the table, careful not to spill them, before storming out again. You giggle against Jungkook’s lips, this time not pulling back upon hearing the waiter’s voice. Jungkook does pull back though, smiling widely. “Hobi probably hates us now,” Jungkook laughs softly. “And he’s probably jealous of me for somehow getting such a beautiful girlfriend,” Jungkook grins widely. “Yah! You never asked me to be your girlfriend, you pabo,” You say, crossing your arms and leaning back in your seat. Jungkook frowns slightly. “Fine… Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” Jungkook asks, leaning across the table towards you. You roll your eyes slightly. You open your mouth to speak causing Jungkook’s eyes to light up. “No,” You say smirking as his face falls. “What? Why not?” Jungshook asks, his jaw dropped slightly.  You just shrug slightly, leaning back. “You have to try a bit harder than that,” You say, smirking widely. “But y/n… I already confessed my love to you… I confessed my undying love to you. Why won’t you be my girlfriend?” Jungkook asks, pouting cutely. You almost cave at his face, but you look away shaking your head. “Nope, you’re not being romantic enough,” You say giggling softly, as he pokes at your side, attempting to get you to look at him. “Awe come on, y/n,” Jungkook continues to pout at you and prod your side, causing you to laugh a bit. “Nope,” You shake your head, looking in the opposite direction of him. He reaches his hand around and rests it on your cheek, forcing you to turn and look at him. “I love you, y/n,” Jungkook whispers pressing your lips together. You can’t help but cave and kiss him back sweetly. When he pulls back he asks, “Please be my girlfriend.” You sigh, finally caving to him as you always will. “Fine, I’ll be your girlfriend,” you mumbled, glancing at your new boyfriend. “I love you, too.” You add, smiling softly.

[ol-razzle-dazazzle]

1-50 for the ask game and I'm not sorry. ✨

WYV ILY 

ALSO TAGGING MY GF BC IM GAY @perfect-murderer

Under a read more bc long post 

1. Wake her up with kisses lesbian or play with her hair while you wait for her to wake up lesbian- Wake her up (wake her up inside) can’t wake up (wake her up inside) SMOOCH HER

2. X files lesbian or twin peaks lesbian- X-Files, I’ve always been gay for Scully

3. Pit Bull lesbian or corgi lesbian- I’ve never though about this but corgis! they look so happy and small!

4. Sweet tooth lesbian or saturates-everything-in-hot sauce lesbian- I can’t stand spice and I love sweet stuff (like my gf...and lemon candy)

5. Sunflower lesbian or white lily lesbian- As much as I love lily gay symbolism, sunflowers

6. Rose gold lesbian or white gold lesbian- this hit that ice cold I actually prefer rose gold

7. Dunkin’ donuts/Starbucks lesbian or strictly local cafe lesbian- I’ve never had Dunkin Donuts/Starbucks so cafe!

8. Sunrise lesbian or sunset lesbian- Sunsets, they also tend to be the best time to go crab catching~

9. Emily Dickinson lesbian or maya Angelou lesbian- I THINK EMILY DICKINSON (IS A LESBIAN)

10. Dark sexy ball gown or cute bright ball gown lesbian- depends...if the dark one shows too much skin (I tend to not like showing skin personally) then bright, but I love a dark dress as much as anyone!

11. Strawberry lesbian or watermelon lesbian- Watermelon lesbian all the way, though nutella dipped strawberries...

12. High waisted shorts lesbian or loose rolled up jeans lesbian- Loose jeans...I’m too ‘thicc’ and too short for any jeans to fit me comfortably tbh

13. 60s chic lesbian or 60s hippie lesbian- chic

14. Band lesbian or orchestra lesbian- NO THIS IS SO HARD I MEAN...WELL I DON’T PLAY BRASS SO ORCHESTRA BUT I PLAY TUNE PRECUSSION SO BAND BUT I LOVE BOTH BUT I LOVE BIG BAND STUFF BUT I LOVE ORCHESTRA I’M JUST A MUSIC HOE BLEASE I mean prob band

15. Choir lesbian or garage band lesbian- Garage band, most of the choir girls who’ve I’ve had crushes on turned out to be homophobic :/

16. Twirl her around lesbian or get twirled lesbian- TWIRL HER TWIRL HER TWIRL HER but like, if there’s a dip I’m fuckinG DIPPING BUT I LEAD OKAY EVEN IF I’M TERRIBLE 

17. Sit com lesbian or artsy independent dramatic romance film from France lesbian- I like the ‘gal pal’ sweet lesbians but they’re both paired up with guys sadly (COUGH COUGH PARKS AND REC) so probably dramatic? I’m a drama loving bitch

18. Bicycle lesbian or bus lesbian- Mike on his bike and bus lesbian is wlw mlm solidarity (blease ask me about the legend that is Mike) but yeah sadly bus lesbian, I can’t ride a bike and whenever I do I hum the HGSS bike theme and fall. Trains and ships are better

19. Jelly fish lesbian or dolphin lesbian- Jellyfish!!! BUT CRABS ARE PRIME!

20. Biology lesbian or physics lesbian- Biology lesbian by far, gimme that gay bats and crabs and sexual mitochondriac tension

21. Studio Ghibli lesbian or Cartoon Network lesbian- As much as I love SU and OK KO and whatnot, I gotta go with Ghibli (is there a gay Ghibli movie? blease say)

22. Take the spider outside lesbian or scream at her to take the spider outside lesbian- take the spider outside! I always do that, even if I’m scared

23. Serena Williams lesbian or Ronda Rousey lesbian- Serena...those muscles...those legs...she’s absolutely gorgeous

24. Prismacolor lesbian or faber castell lesbian- Faber Castle always, though I have gotten Prismacolor for birthdays and they’re high quality it always seems too...elite for me

25. “Campers are for the weak” lesbian or “I will die before sleeping on the ground” lesbian- Campers are for the weak, but use a damn sleeping bag and tent yo

26. Calling every female character they see their girlfriend lesbian or “Dana Scully isn’t your girlfriend, I am” lesbian- SCULLY I’M GAY but the latter, I wouldn’t want any character to actually date me they should date each other

27. Roller skate lesbian or ice skate lesbian- when I was a wee bean roller skates but like...I always used to fall. So Ice Skates? No yoi but like it’s cold and cute and lowkey holding my gf so she doesn’t trip more like clinging onto her legs as I do the splits and break all my bones

28. “Christmas carols are dumb and over played” lesbian or belting out all I want for Christmas is you at the top of their lungs lesbian- Dumb and overplayed, I will listen to my gf and join her but like,,,tragic shopaholic mother backstories,,,always, always playing, always there. 

29. Buy her something lesbian or make her something lesbian- depends, I love making things but I have like, no dexterity so probably buy?

30. Cherry mojitos lesbian or cherry flavored vodka lesbian- ...I must betray the rat bois...but mojitos. I hate mint but it’s so fucking ~*fresh*~ (I don’t drink but I’ve made ‘mocktails’)

31. Write her poems lesbian or bake her cookies lesbian- Y’ALL ALREADY KNOW I’M A GAY ASS POET MY MAJOR ENGLISH WORK IS LITERALLY GAY POEMS BASED OFF FLOWERS

32. Tummy kisses lesbian or thigh kisses lesbian- t...thigh kisses....////

33. I’ll fight anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian or I’ll psychologically destroy anyone that makes my girl cry lesbian- Both, nemo impune lassit bitch- Edgar Allen Poe

34. Fall asleep in her arms lesbian or rub her back until she falls asleep in your arms lesbian- rub her back until she falls asleep in your arms

35. Floral pattern lesbian or tie dye lesbian- floral pattern, love those rainbows but plants dude,,,

36. Snake lesbian or frog lesbian- *tries not to make a kanako/suwako reference* Snakes, they blep, as much as I love memes. 

37. Send her memes lesbian or “if you call me the rarest Pepe one more time I swear to god”- SEND HER MEMES SEND HER MEMES I WANT TO NUT (Never leave her Unconditionally love her Treat her right)

38. Star Wars lesbian or lord of the rings lesbian- Star Wars, i’m not hugely into either but star wars

39. Spice girls lesbian or 5th harmony lesbian- no clue,,, but probably 5th harmony?

40. Pink hair lesbian or blue hair lesbian- depends, light cotton candy pink but on someone else blue (gimme that dark or lilac purple any gay tho)

41. Maple syrup lesbian or berry syrup lesbian-Maple syrup slorp slorp slorp

42. Vinyl lesbian or cassette lesbian- Vinyl? 

43. Paris lesbian or Amsterdam lesbian- never been to Amsterdam so probably Amsterdam? 

44. Jazz lesbian or swing lesbian- hHHhHHhHHHhhHhH DONT MAKE ME CHOOSe I LoVE THEM BOTH oKAY????

45. Pin stripes lesbian or plaid lesbian- Pin stripes forever, flannel looks good on other people but not my thing

46. Mini golf date lesbian or bowling date lesbian- bowling because there’s usually an arcade and snacks! I usually enjoy the shoot em ups and pinball and I’ll fuking destroy at air hockey and cause copious collateral damage, but mini golf is senseless whacking destruction so if there’s no security cameras mini golf

47. D E S T R O Y her at Mario kart lesbian or let her win lesbian- try but end up losing, but at least I have the cutest character-cart combo

48. Pullover hoodie lesbian or zip up hoodie lesbian- Zip ups forever, but like, not those shitty half crop top zip up shit, gimme an actual hoodie you heathens

49. Band tshirt lesbian or fandom tshirt lesbian- I got pokemon t-shirts so fandom?

50. Love her with your entire heart lesbian or lover her with your entire soul lesbian- uhhh both??? If souls are actual things then souls, bc giving someone your blood pumper would be messy, and I’m a gay ass demon

[julstudies]

92 questions!!

tagged by @makiai (this is so exciting!!)

RULES: answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people!

tagging: EVERYONE PLS DO IT YOU WILL FIND OUT SO MUCH ABOUT YOURSELF

LAST:

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: My best friend 3. Text message: “shomit” (one of my friends) 4. Song you listened to: pretty u - seventeen 5. Time you cried: yesterday tbh i think 

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: no 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. Been cheated on: no 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: yes 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: 12-14: sky blue, gray, black

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yes 16. Fallen out of love: yes 17. Laughed until you cried: yes 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yes 19. Met someone who changed you: yes 20. Found out who your friends are: ig? 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i dont use facebook lol 23. Do you have any pets: no 24. Do you want to change your name: no 25. What did you do for your last birthday?: shoppinggg 26. What time did you wake up: 6:26 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: sleeping 28. Name something you can’t wait for: my birthday (-: 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: last night 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my attitude lol    31. What are you listening to right now: the tv that my grandmother is watching in the background 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: no actually 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: everything ): 34. Most visited websites: tumblr and youtube lol 35. Mole/s: nop 36. Mark/s: stretchmarks!! on my thighs and torsoooo 37. Childhood dream: i wanted to be a chemist lol  38. Hair colour: black 39. Long or short hair: both its kinda a long story 40. Do you have a crush on someone: seventeen 41. What do you like about yourself: im extra hardworking! 42. Piercings: my ears 43. Blood type: no idea 44. Nickname: jul, jules, julie 45. Relationship status: single 46. Zodiac: leo 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favourite TV show: i dont rly watch tv 49. Tattoos: none 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: yep  52. Hair dyed in different colour: nope 53. Sport: absolutely not 55. Vacation: i dont really go on vacation if that makes sense  56. Pair of trainers: what does this mean 

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: riceEEEEEE 58. Drinking: water  59. I’m about to: shower cuz im a stinky girl ): 61. Waiting for: my birthday 62. Want: $$$$$$$$$$ 63. Get married: yep 64. Career: something in the humanities, or in music (-:

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: both but hugs are nICEEEE 66. Lips or eyes: both 67. Shorter or taller: taller 68. Older or younger: older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms  71. Sensitive or loud: both 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: no 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: no 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex on the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: i hope not 80. Had your heart broken: yep 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: yeah 83. Fallen for a friend: yes ): 

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: sometimes 85. Miracles: yes 86. Love at first sight: no 87. Santa Claus: no 88. Kiss on the first date: maybe?

OTHER:

90. Current best friend name: thahiya 91. Eye colour: black ): 92. Favourite movie: yO SOY MOANNNAAAAAAA

[sugoileo-blog]

50 More Interesting Questions

38. If you could have a superpower, but it was only mildly useful, what ability would you want to have?: 16. Would you rather have one close friend or 100 casual friends?:

Rules: fill this out and tag at least one person you’d like to know more about! Or just fill it out! Or don’t! Answer only some of them! Make up your own questions! “What kind of requirement is that”, you ask? A reasonable one! Who am I to tell you what to do? Anything goes!

Tagged by @o0w0o ♥ muah

1. What kind of food can’t you stand?:   Fresh tomatoes (cuz im weird 6w6) 

2. If you could choose one minor inconvenience to never have to deal with again, what would you pick?: CLOSING MY DOOR WHEN SOMEONE LETS IT OPEN WITHOUT GETTING UP

3. Have you got any useless talents?: I can make up mini scenarios in my head WHENEVER i want xD

4. If you could be really really good at one thing, what would it be?: Speaking up for myself~~

5. Name a few people you think are extremely good-looking: Jeabum ,  Sung Hoon , Leonardo Dicaprio... ~

6. What was your favorite way to pass the time as a kid? Drawing??? I dont know.. xD

7. What is something you’re proud of?: Entering the university i am studying at (cuz reasons)

8. What’s one character flaw in people that you just can’t tolerate?: Trying to show off at me, or make me feel bad about myself

9. Do you consider yourself to be more of a leader or a follower?: Ehm... i dont mean to sound cocky or what, but im more like the leader type

10. What kind of student are/were you?:  Above average, silent type (maybe too silent) although always in the school council and best in sports xD

11. Butterfly effect question! Has there ever been a seemingly minor decision you’ve made (at the time) that ended up having a profound influence on your life?: YES. But i believe that all decisions are right no matter what.

12. Name your most irrational fear/aversion:  ME. ALONE. IN. THE. DARK.  (Hello demons it’s ya gurl)

13. Are there any fictional characters you find especially relatable?: -Me being the angst queen i am- Saizo from SLBP, im not gonna go into details.

14. If you drink, what kind of drunk are you? Alternatively, what sort of person are you at parties?: I never ever get drunk to the point to lose it. I just become more clumsy that’s all.

15. Do you fall in love easily? Or does it usually take a long time for you to trust someone?: If i am to fall for someone i will fall the moment i saw him. 

16. Would you rather have one close friend or 100 casual friends?: WHO DOESNT WANT A CLOSE FRIEND, what kind of question is that?

17. Do you consider yourself to be more of a slob or a neat-freak?: Dependss on my mood really

18. Describe a place (imaginary or real) that you would find incredibly cozy  : My bed. xD

19. Do you have kids? If not, do you want them someday?: I don’t~ , I dont really like kids (sorry) but who knows

20. What was your favorite book as a child?: I dont read books~ (sorry again)

21. Name one thing you just don’t get what all the hype is about: I HATE FIDGET SPINNERS!

22. Name one thing that you think is tragically underrated: I cant think of anything.... really... xD

23. If you had to be glued to a person for a month, real or fictional (who you have never met), who would you choose?: Go to 5 and add some otome guys~ uhuhu

24. What’s something you’d like the chance to do someday?: Travel around the world~?

25. Do you typically speak your mind when you have a controversial opinion? Or do generally prefer to not rock the boat?: Depends on the other person’s character. If s/he is willing to hear me out then ok, if not, just let them finish and move to the next topic

26. What’s the dumbest fad you’ve been caught up in?: Oh god, well smoking. But i quitted. Yo kids dont smoke okay?

27. What’s something you thought was cool as a kid/adolescent, but now cringe at yourself for?: BEING A GARU-TYPE AT MIDDLE SCHOOL. God..i wanna forget about it

28. What’s a trait you consider to be very admirable?:  People who are being just!

29. Is there a particular kind of item people always tend to give you as gifts? (For instance, people always get you things with ducks on them because you like ducks, etc.):  “A European studying Japanese = ULTIMATE JAPAN LOVER.” according to all my relatives, so guess what is happening.

30. Do you speak multiple languages? Which ones?: I speak Greek and English fluently, next is Japanese, French, and a little JUST A LITTLE Italian

31. Would you rather live in the big city or the countryside?: City, cuz i hate bugs more than anything

32. Has there ever been something you were certain you’d hate, but ended up loving?: Nop. xD If i dont like somethingg then im done with it.

33. Do you mind being the center of attention, or do you prefer the spotlight to be on someone else?: I dont care as long as people acknowledge me when im good at something.

34. Favorite holiday?:  XMAS WHOA~

35. Are you a more go-with-the-flow type of person, or do you need to have things planned meticulously?: Kinda both(?) I cant explain really

36. Is there something you loved so much you wish you could forget it and experience it all over again? (A tv show, book, series–anything.): YES. WHEN I FIRST GET INTO KPOP. OMG THE FEELING

37. What hobbies do you have?: Drawing, dancing , fangirling

38. If you could have a superpower, but it was only mildly useful, what ability would you want to have?: Telekinisis, cuz im lazy af.

39. Something people are always surprised to learn about you: That im learning Japanese (cuz europe)

40. Something that took you way too long to figure out: Im a fast learner i cant think of something.... xD

41. Worst injury you’ve had?:  I have a scar on my left leg, cuz reasons

42. Any morbid fascinations?:  My own scenarios

43. Describe your sense of humor: Sarcastic

44. If you had to be born in another era/place, which would you choose?:    A cat in ancient Egypt ^3^

45. Something you are irredeemably bad at: Showing affection (tsuntsun alert)

46. Something that sucked but you’re glad you went through: First year of uni. God... what a drama

47. Would you rather have a really godawful ugly tattoo in a place that is only slightly inconvenient to conceal with clothing (upper arm, thigh, etc.), or the coolest, most beautiful tattoo ever in the middle of your face? (Neither tattoo can be removed or concealed with makeup, and the ugly tattoo will deeply offend anyone who sees it.): I DONT LIKE TATTOOS, GIVE ME THE UGLY ONE. AT least i can cover it up somehow.

48. Are you more of an optimist or a pessimist? I am realistic

49. What would be the most flattering compliment someone could give you?: “There isnt a thing you are not good at” - perfectionist me.

50. Something you feel people often misunderstand about you: “Are you sleepy or what?” No , i just dont like you :3

Tagging : anyone who wants to do this

[fly-like-a-grayson]

do all of the ask questions lolol

lmao okay since I did this to you. I apologise for that lmaoooo

1. Are looks important in a relationship? 

No, but they’re a plus

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

In certain situations, yes

3. Are you a virgin

ye

4. Are you in a relationship?

No

5. Are you in love?

Yes, platonically 

6. Are you single this year?

So far, yes 

7. Can you commit to one person?

Of course!

8. Describe your crush

Yo so I did an ask like this and I’m just going to copy and paste. My crush is the best person in the world and let me explain why. I’ve had times where I’ve wanted to be friends with people and they’ve brushed me off and it made me feel like crap. From the first time I messaged her, she was kind and accepting to me, which I appreciate even to this day. She always makes me feel good if I’m feeling the slightest bit down. She’s more beautiful than I could possibly express. When I first saw her, my breath was literally taken away. I was shocked that someone could be so gorgeous! She has this wonderful personality. She is kind to everyone. When we talk, she makes me feel happy and bubbly. When she compliments me, I blush like a mad woman. I never feel awkward talking to her, anymore. I feel content and calm. I don’t think that she feels the feelings as strongly as me and I’m okay with that. All I want to do is show her just how much I love her. I can’t find a single flaw in her. She’s perfect in every way, shape, or form. I just can’t tell you how much I love her. I just, I love her.  

9. Describe your perfect mate

lmao just like how my crush is 

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

I think you can be in love with someone’s appearance but not them 

11. Do you ever want to get married?

Yes

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

Depends on who by, but usually no

13. Do you get jealous easily?

Depends on the person but mostly yes 

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

Ye

15. Do you have any piercings?

I used to, but they closed up

16. Do you have any tattoos?

No

17. Do you like kissing in public?

Eh, no

20. Do you shower every day?

No, I used to but it was drying my hair out 

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

No

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

Yeah, I like just got a text sooo

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

Yes

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

No

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

Eh, maybe 

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

Yes

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

My friend Mika wrote me a haiku once 

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

No

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

No

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

No

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

Yes

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

Yes

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

No

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

No

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

Never kissed anyone 

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

Yes

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

In a friend way 

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

Yes

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

Yes but not because they were in another relationship or something 

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

Yes

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

No

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

Dunno, never kissed anyone

43. How long was your longest relationship?

Never had one 

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

045. How many people did you kiss in 2011?

046. How many times did you have sex last year?

047. How old are you?

15

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

That I hope they’re happy but not in a rude way. I genuinely mean it 

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

Don’t 

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

Yes

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

Yes

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

Yes, because they just weren’t the person they used to be 

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

No

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

Yes

55. Share a relationship story.

I liked this gut for 3 years and the entire time he liked me back. He asked me if I liked some other guy and I said yes because I was scared. Like a year later he said he liked me but then he moved away the next day 

56. State 8 facts about your body

I have glasses, I have three freckles that make a triangle, I have a large freckle over one of my ears, I have green eyes, I have cubby thighs, I have sprained my wrist really badly, I have wide feet

57. Things you want to say to an ex

Never had one, got nothing to say 

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

Listening to me ramble, Listening to music with me, Just being a nice person, respecting mine and other opinions, being funny 

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

already got a ton of those up 

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

N/A

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

Eyes 

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

do my laundry lmao

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

don’t feel comfortable 

64. What is your definition of cheating?

don’t feel comfortable

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

don’t feel comfortable

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

don’t feel comfortable

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

Going to an art museum then having ice cream 

68. What is your sexual orientation?

Bisexual 

69. What turns you off?

rude people 

70. What turns you on?

Funny people 

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

don’t feel comfortable

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

don’t feel comfortable

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

Watch my favroite movie because I asked, listen to my favroite album. things like that 

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

Smile

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

TBH anytime someone compliments my writing 

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

I drew small pictures for the dude I liked that reminded me of him 

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

As long as they’re both over 18 and it’s consenting and formed for love not lust, then it’s not my place to say otheriwse 

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

Um, idk

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

a while ago and I don’t know why I was

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

I told Jen I loved her last night 

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

Jen, Gal Gadot, Ben Platt, Margot Robbie, Dick Grayson

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

My uncle 

83. Who was your first kiss with?

no one 

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

never had one

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet? 

depends on the circumstances 

[175pjm]

tagged by: @ultjmin (thank you haylee!)

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people. (you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to)

tagging: @chiruu, @sugaidc, @jiminsmrs, @hixtapexx, @softesthobi, and whoever else that would like to participate (if you’ve already done this, sorry!)

THE LAST: 1. Drink: iced coffee 2. Phone call: my mom 3. Text message: asking my friends what time we should meet 4. Song you listened to: betta watch yo self by problem 5. Time you cried: end of april (I passed first year calc!!!)

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: never 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. Been cheated on: no 9. Lost someone special: thankfully, no 10. Been depressed: yes 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: no :^)

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: grey, lavender, white

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: several 16. Fallen out of love: no 17. Laughed until you cried: yes! 18. Found out someone was talking about you: hm, probably 19. Met someone who changed you: yesss 20. Found out who your friends are: hahahaha :) 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: almost all 23. Do you have any pets: not anymore (I used to own a betta fish) 24. Do you want to change your name: nope, I like it 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: nothing too special. I had 4 classes during the day, and then ate cake with my friends and roommates in the evening 26. What time did you wake up: 5:30am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: gfx on photoshop 28. Name something you can’t wait for: moving into my new dorm! 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: an hour ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my timidness 31. What are you listening right now: miss you by mura masa 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: I have!!! 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: people who complain about things without thinking about how the other person feels 34. Most visited Website: twitter and tumblr equally

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. Mole/s: i don’t have too many, maybe one on face, arm, and leg 36. Mark/s: stretch marks on my thighs, they’re cute 37. Childhood dream: to go to university lol 38. Haircolor: black roots, brown ends 39. Long or short hair: medium length 40. Do you have a crush on someone: kind of, but not really 41. What do you like about yourself: my efficiency, and my thighs LMAOOO 42. Piercings: ears! 43. Bloodtype: AB 44. Nickname: abi, abs 45. Relationship status: single 46. Zodiac: scorpio 47. Pronouns: she/her/me 48. Favorite TV Show: masterchef canada, love it or list it, world of dance 49. Tattoos: none, but I want one 50. Right or left hand: right hand 51. Surgery: never 52. Hair dyed in different color: medium brown halfway down to the ends 53. Sport: volleyball, swimming, figure skating 55. Vacation: tour around all of asia! 56. Pair of trainers: wolf grey nike tanjuns

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: chocolate/banana muffin 58. Drinking: water 59. I’m about to: head out for brunch! 61. Waiting for: driving instructor to text me 62. Want: to see my friends 63. Get married: one day 64. Career: urban design/development, urban planning, or architecture

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 66. Lips or eyes: eyes 67. Shorter or taller: taller (I’m already small) 68. Older or younger: generally same age or a bit older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: I like both 71. Sensitive or loud: both!!! 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: a bit of both

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: nope 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex on the first date: nooo 79. Broken someone’s heart: nope 80. Had your heart broken: nope 81. Been arrested: never (and I hope it stays that way) 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: kind of, but not exactly

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: I hope so 85. Miracles: once in a blue moon 86. Love at first sight: no 87. Santa Claus: no 88. Kiss on the first date: a cute way to end a date 89. Angels: yes!!

OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: I’ll leave their initials - p, e, k 91. Eye color: brown 92. Favorite movie: big hero 6