and i really hate your face


“I don’t wanna go without you.”
(Also I wish I had this Shawn rn, I’m sick and feeling yucky and could use cuddles) 

It was the night of his sisters birthday party and you were not able to go.

You woke up sick and really not in the mood to deal with ten 16 year olds. 

“I don’t wanna go without you.” He whines, wrapping his arms around you. 

“You have to, I’ll be okay.”

“I hate it when you don’t feel good.”

“I know, me too.”

“I wanna stay home.” He says burying his face into your neck. “Give you cuddles, you need cuddles.”

“And you can give me cuddles when you get back.”

“She’ll understand.” He says holding you tighter.

“No Shawn, you are gonna regret not going.”

“But I want you there too.”

“I know, but I don’t want to get anyone sick.”

“I’ll only stay for a little bit.”

“No, stay for a while. Spend this day with her. I’m just gonna sleep.”

“But I wanna give you cuddles.” He whines again.

He hasn’t been home for a while, and he gets super clingy when he misses you. 

“I’ll be here when you get back, ready for all your cuddles.” 

“I can cuddle with you for a few more minutes.”


He sighs and kisses your neck softly. 

“I wanna stay and cuddle.” He groans.

“Stop.” You protest.

He lays with you for a few more minutes, running his fingers through your hair. 

You are almost asleep when he starts to shuffle.

“I gotta go Baby.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. 

His eyebrows come together and he kisses your forehead, lips lingering a bit.

“I think you’re running a fever.”

“No, I’m just wrapped up in blankets.”

“I want you to take something.”


“If I have to leave then you have to take something.”

“Ugh fine.”

You take something after he brings it to you, and he kisses your forehead again before he leaves.

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You rasp back.

“I’m coming back with heaps of cuddles.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

A/n: prepare for some yoongi shorts??? Like really short because the mood is yoongi and angst and fluff he deserves the world u can ignore this if u want but y would u????? This is something I wro e rly quick so pls it’s not edited or like sjsksksksk enjoyBbb!!

“Your face looks weird when you cry.” Yoongi notes softly, his head quirks to the side and you hate the almost childish innocence held in his eyes because Min Yoongi was anything but. “Like Kim K weird. Except without the billions of dollars.”

“Shut up, would you?” You glare, using the sleeve of your sweater to wipe snot and tears from your face, “Why did you even come all the way out here if it was just to tease me, huh?”

Yoongi stares at the lake instead of answering you. He’s thinking of the right words but they never seem to come, especially around you. He has tens of thousands of words scribbled in a moleskin journal in his room but they escape him along with reason and rationale. He’s loved you since he was eight but you’ve only known him since you were fourteen. He was always good at blending in. Too good. But you were you and had the heart and brain of a golden retriever puppy. Too optimistic, too bright, too trusting.

Some people were just good at getting their heartbroken and you were one of them. In his head and in his dreams he always had the right words.

Because you’re too good for everyone and me and sometimes when I look at you I feel like I can do anything.

Because when you cry, whether it’s over a rerun of Bones or poor taste in men, it feels wrong, makes his skin feel too tight and his heart break like he had been the one to get dumped by Kim Taehyung

Because I love you.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Is his lame answer, wincing when you throw a pebble at him. Your aim is true and it leaves a mark on his forehead. “You’re a stupid girl and you make stupid decisions and it’s nothing short of what you deserve.”

“But I really liked him, Yoongi.” You sniffle and you look so small, sitting on the same dock you and Yoongi had been going to since you were fourteen, with your knees tucked to your chest. You were seventeen now but your decision making skills haven’t improved in the slightest.


You’re eighteen and drunk, and for once Yoongi doesn’t care because he’s matching you head to head instead of making sure you don’t choke on your vomit. You’re sad, but you’re always sad and Yoongi doesn’t know how to tell you that you’re one of those girls. The ones who are just destined for heartbreak. There was order in life and just like people had to win, there had to be someone to lose for no other reason than keeping the balance.

You always seemed to lose and Yoongi always seemed to be waiting for you on the sidelines.

“I really liked him, Yoongi.” You croak softly, voice laden with one too many cheap beers from the corner store near your house. He didn’t think it was possible for you to get prettier but you always did and somehow it increased tenfold when you were crying, though he suspected it had more to do with the fact that you seemed to cling to him than anything else.

It felt good to be needed by you, even if it meant you always being in the cusp of your own demise. It didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things because he would always be there to pull you back to safety, keep you grounded and from falling.

“You’re an idiot.” Yoongi says for what seems to be the eighteenth hundred time this week, but it’s a special occasion because you’re heartbroken, again and his names Namjoon and you checked his natal chart. He was the one.

Until he wasn’t.

“Why am I always an idiot?” You scowl.

“Because you fall in love with people who don’t love you back.” He says.

Yoongi wonders what that makes him.


You’re twenty five and Yoongi is driving you to your high school reunion. He hadn’t been planning on going, not like anyone remembered him anyway but he had been coerced by you—more specifically by Kim Seokjin who had cheated on you and then dumped you for an eighteen year old two weeks ago. He was supposed to be your date tonight. Not Yoongi.

The air is nice tonight and he’d even bought a brand new shirt for the event, he wasn’t getting any younger and he would take any chance you gave him. Even if it meant he was a last resort. He can’t seem to care about that detail when you get into his car and he’s suddenly back in high school again, your senior prom. He hadn’t gone but he still went to your house because ‘it wouldn’t feel right if he didn’t get to see you.’

You’re twenty five and still an idiot, still impossibly sad and always just out of reach. He wonders if you know that you’re set up to fail, that you were one of those girls who didn’t get a happy ending because you were too busy helping others find theirs. Yoongi snorts at that thought because it was pot calling the kettle black wasn’t it?

The windows are down at your insistence and you’re leaning your chin your arms, despite him recanting how dangerous it was to stick your head out like a dog. As if on cue, you turn to him, a frown marring your pretty face when you tell him, “I really liked him.”

“You always really like them.” Yoongi sighs, “Alwahs more than they like you.”

He doesn’t tell you you’re an idiot this time because you already know.


Yoongi is gripping a leather bound notebook in his hand, his knuckles turning white. He doesn’t know where time has gone, especially when everything seemed to be moving on without him. But how was he supposed to go anywhere when he was still stuck on you. Thirty years old and still harboring a crush on like a junior high schooler. The only difference is you. You’ve changed and he hates it. Change is the only consistent thing life had to offer but he had hope it would leave one thing untouched for him.


You’re not crying this time, you’re smiling, so broadly he fears your cheeks hurt with the effort. For the first time Yoongi doesn’t know what to say to you, he doesn’t know how to tell you the best moments of his life were when you were at your lowest. He doesn’t know what words to string together to convey that when you looked at him he felt split into a million different pieces and put back together again. How do you tell someone that you liked it better when they cried, hated when your lips threatened to split into a smile. You’re happy and you don’t need him anymore and there’s something clawing at his chest when you tell him:

“I really love him Yoongi.” You grin softly but his gaze is trained on the diamond on your left hand. Suddenly there’s not enough oxygen in the room, the dock you’d been coming to since you were fourteen, the one he’d been watching you from since he was eight felt distorted, his memories felt skewed.

His name was Park Jimin and he told you he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. There’s a thousand questions running through his brain, the most prominent being, ‘does he love you more than you love him?’

You were a glutton for punishment, a girl put in the world to keep the balance of things, keep the winners winning and scrawling the names of all the guys before him into the dock until the wood was rotting and weathered.

It was supposed to be him and his ten thousand words that only seemed to build until was choking on them, were taunting him. He’d never hated his ability to channel any and everything he was filling into a blank page before you. You were getting married and all he’d be left with were his fucking ever growing stack of journals and unrequited feelings.

“You’re an idiot.” Yoongi says softly and he wonders if it’s for the last time. Your smile seems frozen on your face and confusion muddles the dark hue of your eyes. He hated seeing you smile because it was never for him.

“I’m sorry—?” You frown.

“I said, you’re an idiot.” He grits out, carding a hand through his hair from sheer exasperation.

“Why am I an idiot?” You implore slowly.

“Because I was always here. I was always waiting for you… for you to… I don’t know what. Maybe I’m an idiot too—no, I’m for sure an idiot but you… you are the biggest idiot in the world because I’m in love with you and I’ve been in love with you since we were eight. And it was supposed to be me and you. Not you and Taehyung or Seokjin or Park fucking Jimin.” He says, his voice is almost desperate and you seem to be frozen in shock. “It was me. It was always supposed to be me and—God, will you stop fucking smiling this has to be the most inappropriate time for you to smile. You look dumber when you smile than when you cry. And I hate it.”

Yoongi is panting by the end of his rant and despite going against every instinct ingrained in him he raises his gaze to meet yours and he’s never felt a more overwhelming need to shove you in the lake than right now.

“You’re In love with me?” You repeat softly.

“Unless you have a mouse in your pocket.” He scowls because he doesn’t know how else to deal with the fact that he’s just confessed to you after twenty years, but he’s braced for rejection.

“And you waited until I got engaged to tell me?” You ask quietly.

“Who told you to go and get engaged?” He mutters.

You’re quiet for a long moment, taking everything in because in the years you’ve known Yoongi he’s always been reserved, the more reasonable of the two of you. It never made sense, never added up—how the two of you wound up together. You, who wore your heart on your sleeve and walked around unscathed by your ninety one and counting failed relationships and Yoongi who was so clinical, practical at all times. But despite all odds you’d fallen in love with him. Would never broach the subject because you were destined to break your own heart a thousand more times and even that seemed more bearable than losing Yoongi. It’s just your luck that he’s been as oblivious as you were, which is why your next words nearly give him a heart attack.

“I think I’ve accumulated enough good karmic energy in the last twenty years via my shitty taste in guys, right? And what is it about a positive canceling out a negative—you were always better at science and shit than I was and I don’t really know if that’s the correct analogy? But what I’m trying to say is that if I call off this wedding and if I… if I leave him for you some of that karma has to cancel out what I’m about to do right?” You wring your hands nervously, worrying your lower lip as though you’re already preparing the spiel you were going to give Park in your head.

“I’m sorry what?” Yoongi blinks.

“I’m saying I love you too.”

Do you ever sit there and think about how all you ever want from your fave is just for them to be happy? You can have your next comeback in 30 years, have blemishes all up in your face, stop working out (or continue, if that’s what you enjoy!) and stuff your face to your heart’s content with good ass food and I will still love you for who you are, what you came to be, and what you’ve accomplished and will accomplish in the future. I hate that they don’t know how appreciated they are and just being themselves is enough, and as long as they’re happy we’re happy

rowansparrow  asked:

THE FOX AND REX FIC OH MY GOD. You just rekindled so much angst and hurt in my heart but at the same time that kind of helped me as a reader get closure on Fives too. I've hated Fox since that arc, and I think I can kind of forgive him now. Thanks for this. As always, your work is brilliant and did not disappoint. ❤️

Ahhhh thank you so much!! I hated Fox so much for the longest time but then @deepseacritter said something about how he did ask Fives to stand down, and how he as a trooper was just doing his duty, and if you see his face after he takes his helmet off… Fives, Rex, Fox… they are all only victims of Palpatine’s plots. None of them is really guilty of anything 😭😭😭

c-oldasice  asked:

pass the happy 💖 when you get this, reply with 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in your notifications!! 🌸 (if you want!)

Awww thank you!! 💕💕
Well, here are five things that make me happy:
1. my mum’s chocolate chip cookies THEY ARE THE BEST I SWEAR
2. strangely, playing monopoly with my family (because I like to see my dad’s face when I win)
3. ballet bALLeT B A L L E T
4. writing, especially poetry (I have a little notebook in my bedside table filled with poems I write whenever I can’t sleep)
5. DONT HATE ME ON THIS but I actually really like maths

Soooo I tag all these beautiful people 💫 @blushylittlelucy @xinvisible-wolfx @kapparel @lordofassgard @hi-im-flowey @claire-pandora @elenaxshiro and you too of course!!!

I tried to see if I could play through Bros, because I couldn’t find any complete playthrough videos and I wanted to see what the ending looked like for this tragic bro game, or if it had any ending at all.

As you may already know the game greets you with a somewhat lifeless looking title screen with a weirdly sad theme playing in the background. It gives me the feeling that this is the bro’s first adventure but may also be his last…

The game also kicks you back to this title screen every time you get a game over. It’s the beginning but also the end.

This game is such a bizarre experience. I knew what the first few levels were like based on a video I saw but they couldn’t make it past a certain burning pipe without running out of lives.

When I got past it I knew I was walking into unknown territory. I had to rely on save states because this game is long, hard and unfair. I doubt anyone has even beaten this game without save states or cheating.

Shortly after this burning pipe the levels started getting weirder by using bizarre and also kinda scary color palettes.

I already thought the game had this melancholy, lonely and hopeless feel to it, and these color palattes combined with the unfair difficulty and awful level design doesn’t help. Every time you die the game also plays a realistic voice clip of a man going “uUNGH!!” so you’ll be hearing that a lot too.

I had no idea how long time game was going to be. Every world has 4 stages, with the fourth one being a castle level. After about 4 or 5 worlds I was thinking I had to be close to finishing the game. Yet I was still greeted with the same message at the end of every castle.

And then I got to world 8. This had to be the end, I could feel it.

I saw the entrance to the final castle and I was finally going to solve the mystery of this game. Do you finally get to save your brother, or does this game even have an ending at all?

But first I had to face the final challenge… the void.

Either the developers didn’t think anyone would make it this far, or they must have hated their players. The final level of the game is a series of mazes with tricky jumps in the pitch black darkness. You’re also very low on time, so you have to be really fast. The game also freezes for half a sec every time you jump into a wall, making this really frustrating to play.

Luckily there are no enemies or pitfalls that can kill you here but the timer is still a big enough problem.

It was way too hard and unfair, and I was starting to doubt if I could get through it, even with save states.

But after a while I finally made it.

And this is all I get for the trouble.

I don’t know what I was expecting…

the curse of being a dark skinned black woman is they will call you “angry” even if you’re sitting there with a smile on your face. even if you’re kind, accommodating, giving, loving, generous, patient, etc., they will call you angry. and then if you get angry because they think you’re angry when you’re really not, then “ah ha! i told you she was angry”

The houses as types of friends I have
  • Gryffindor: Will act like they can beat your ass but forgets about it a day later // Owns a hoverboard // "I hate this song but the guy who sings it has a funny name so let's play it for the 50th time" // Will probably bring you into an abandoned house in the middle of the night and scare the shizzle out of you.
  • Hufflepuff: The Mom™ friend // Will share their lasagna if you're a really close // Respects the heck out of you // "I will beat you!" // "Wait, no pls don't hurt me I was kidding" // Fucking loves cats // "I wear itchy pastel chokers everyday because I'm FABULOUS" // Loves cute nicknames.
  • Ravenclaw: "I would hang out today, but I kinda wanna learn Mandarin first" // Is very open minded and a wonderful person too talk to, unless you say something that they REALLY don't agree with // Actually has a plan but only a 50/50 percent chance of carrying it out // "Awesome, free stuff!" // Won't judge you too hard if your for the right reasons // Knows™ what to do most of the time.
  • Slytherin: "Boi watch me" // Has a resting bitch face // You regret ever angering them // Once swam half a mile to an island on an innertube bc their 7 yr old cousin said they couldn't // Only came back bc they threatened them with no food // "I hate everyone" // Really does hate everyone // "I really don't want to do this but I gotta stay fit and strong and all that shit" // Acts innocent but their friends really KNOW.
Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir)

Title: Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir)
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Pairings/Characters: Gabriel, Adrien/Ladybug
Rating: Teen
Notes: mentions of sex

“Adrien, your photoshoot has been moved.” Gabriel pushes open the door to his son’s bedroom, eyes scanning the tablet in front of him. “Nathalie will send you your new schedule for—”

His gaze flickers up, locking on the blonde sitting on the edge of his bed as well as the red- and black-spotted heroine crouched in front of him. Her hands on his knees, spreading his legs wide, face mere inches from his crotch, her blue eyes are wide with fright. A bright red has stained Adrien’s face, from the tops of his ears to the nape of his neck. Neither make an effort to correct their precarious positions.

There’s a stillness that follows his arrival, and all occupants freeze as they realize the predicament they’ve found themselves in. Gabriel’s mouth drops open, questions he’s not sure he even wants answers to on the tip of his tongue, but he still feels the need to ask.

“Adrien,” he begins, “Why is there a superhero in your room?”

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Prompt: The shirtless scene, in reverse. Extremely angsty instead of sexy, because that’s how I roll..

The bond stays closed for several weeks after Crait.

Rey had thought it would be harder, that she’d spend every waking moment stitching together the loose threads of it, warp and weave a barrier to herself just to keep him out.

But there’s nothing. It’s just hollow.

Like her.

Like him.

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Dialogue Prompts
  1. “Surprise, I have feelings and you just hurt them.”
  2. “In the least creepy way possible, I know where you live.”
  3. “A onesie is not an appropriate gift for my mothers birthday!”
  4. “Why would you even suggest that?”
  5. “Emotions are a luxury I don’t have time for.”
  6. “Can I borrow your pencil, and your homework.”
  7. “I just want to start over.”
  8. “I’m sorry, can we just pretend I never said that.”
  9. “You hurt her, I stab you, okay?”
  10. “I would kill for a slice of cake right now…literally”
  11. “Well this got incredibly awkward incredibly quickly.”
  12. “Woah, hold the fuck up, you did what now?”
  13. “I love you, I always have.”
  14. “Take a deep breath and please calm the fuck down.”
  15. “I miss you, but then i remember what an asshole you are and the feeling fades.”
  16. “Tell me everything.”
  17. “What happened to you?”
  18. “Hey honey…did you seriously adopt another kitten?”
  19. “How many times do I have to tell you, we are not getting a bouncy castle for my dad’s 60th.”
  20. “I know it’s hard, but get over it.”
  21. “I am not dramatic, it was a very big spider.”
  22. “How to kill the mood 101.”
  23. “You left me with no one, sorry doesn’t change that.
  24. “This is a joke right?”
  25. “Clearly I did not drink enough for this.”
  26. “I’m not quite sure how it happened, but it did.”
  27. “You only want to go because there’s free food.”
  28. “This song is so us.”
  29. “It’s too early for this, just go back to sleep.”
  30. “If I tell you I love you will you make me pancakes?”
  31. “If you sing that song one more time I will kill you.”
  32. “Honestly, I don’t want to know.”
  33. “Hold up, she said what?”
  34. “You are so sweet, and I am so sorry.”
  35. “You don’t deserve this.”
  36. “Poke me once more and see what happens.”
  37. “Ghosts aren’t real for God’s sake.”
  38. “I need to punch something, preferably their face.”
  39. “You are so extra.”
  40. “Why did you think that was okay?”
  41. “When did you become my mother?”
  42. “New drinking game, drink overtime you’re a dickhead. Oh wait I already have alcohol poisoning.”
  43. “I trusted you.”
  44. “Don’t talk to me, I need my coffee first.”
  45. “Remember that time I thought you were stalking me?”
  46. “I hate that I still love you.”
  47. “Of course it’s not your fault, it never is.”
  48. “I am this close to calling my ex.”
  49. “Maybe this really was a bad idea.”
  50. “Jesus Christ I forgot how much I hate exercise.”
  51. “Baby, please tell me you can explain why there is a hole through the window.”
  52. “Wow I can’t believe he said you were ugly, hun he is clearly blind.”
  53. “Sorry I’m late.”
  54. “I don’t know why I bother.”
  55. “I’d rather do a lot of things than eat my vegetables but you gotta do it.”
  56. “That was so romantic.”
  57. “Out of all the things you could have said, and you went with that.”
  58. “I can’t wait to see you.”
  59. “I don’t want you, I need you.”
  60. “Stop laughing this isn’t funny!”
BTS Reaction: Angry Sex.

NSFW! Read at own risk.

Plus, by the way, I am writing about consensual angry sex! 


“Save it - I don’t want to hear your excuses.” You spat at Jin, storming past him in absolute rage. Jin had built up frustration, wanting to bicker back at you, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Instead, he pulled on your arm, tugging you back, and giving you a rough kiss. Jin pushed you up against the wall, the kiss growing more intense.

You knew where this was heading, and you also knew that Jin wasn’t going to go easy on you, but you didn’t mind that one bit.

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“Don’t ever talk to me like that again! I can’t even look at you, Yoongi!” Your face was twisted with anger.

“Won’t you even let me speak for a fucking second?” Yoongi argued back. You turned your back to Yoongi and scoffed. You couldn’t believe something so little made you both erupt into a massive argument. You wanted to apologise, but at the same time, you were too stubborn to do so. And it wasn’t all your fault either, so why couldn’t he apologise first?

You felt Yoongi’s arms wrap around your waist, and pull you forcefully into him. Your back was pressed against his chest, and you had let out a small gasp in shock.

“Say sorry.” Yoongi growled into your ear.


Yoongi dipped his head into the side of your neck, leaving hickeys. You moaned his name, tilting your head so he had more access. You asked for him to touch you, to which he chuckled at your question.

“No. I’m not giving you what you want right away. Beg for me first.”

Originally posted by jiminwhyyougotnojams


“Go sleep on the couch or something. I’m not sleeping in the same bed as a liar.” You said coldly, staring at Namjoon in rage.

“Why do I have to be the one to sleep on the couch? You’re the one being fucking unreasonable!” Namjoon yelled.

“I’m not putting up with this!”

You were about to walk out of your bedroom and just sleep on the couch, when Namjoon pushed you onto the bed. He started to undo his belt, and that was when you realised what was happening. Once Namjoon unbuckled his belt, he postioned his body between your thighs, and leaned down, giving you the most heated and intense kiss you had ever experienced. He pulled away, and you whined, needing more.

“Don’t bother complaining tomorrow that you’re sore - you brought this on yourself.”

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“Hoseok if you really hate me, then just leave!” You yelled, your hands clenching into fists.

“I never said that I hated you! I love you, alright?!” Hoseok retaliated. You groaned in frustration.

“Then fucking act like you do!” You barked back.

You didn’t know what to do, but tear your eyes away from Hoseok’s face as seeing his angered expression outraged you even more. You screwed your eyes shut, soon hearing footsteps approaching you. You opened your eyes immediately to see Hoseok right in front of you. As you was about to scream at him, he pushed you backwards until you could feel your table pressing into the lower of your back.

Hoseok’s lips became attatched to yours, and what usually would of been a slow passionate kiss, was actually aggressive and harsh. Your eyes widened, shocked at the almost demanding kiss the both of you shared. Hoseok pulled away, and lifted you up slightly. You sat on the table.

“So naughty, always getting into trouble with Daddy.”

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“Why are you doing that, Tae?! Why do you always twist my words? I’m sick of it!” You almost screamed. “I. Hate. You!” You yelled, your words laced with malice. Your heart was rapid, averaging at - probably - 100 beats per minute.

Taehyung stayed silent. Honestly, you felt slightly embarrassed at the sudden silence that hung in the air.

Suddenly, Taehyung picked you up, your legs becoming wrapped around his waist. He kissed you, and you could feel the energy the both of you had put into the kiss. It was all out of frustration. Both of your tongues fought for dominance, but in the end, you gave in, letting him win.

He walked the both of you to the bed, not daring to break the kiss. He laid you down on the bed first, then started to remove your top.

“You never seem to learn, do you? I guess I’ll just have to teach you another lesson.”

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“Leave, Jimin. Pack your stuff and get out of my life!” Of course, you didn’t mean a single word you said, but you wanted to say something to get the point across that you were extremely angry. You despised the feeling of anger as it had always got the best of you, and it made you say horrible things just due to the heat of the moment.

Jimin chuckled deeply, and you watched him in disgust.

“You think this is a joke?”

Jimin shook his head. “No, but I think you ought to be taught a lesson.” Jimin replied. “Upstairs. Bed. Now.” He ordered.

You did as he told you, rushing up the stairs to the bedroom, Jimin following closely behind.

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“If you would of just listened to what I said, I wouldn’t of had to keep telling you, Jungkook! Listen for once in your goddamn life! We wouldn’t have been in this fucking mess!” You were outraged, the temptation of wanting to pull your hair out was nearly impossible. You were trembling, feeling anger coursing through your own veins.

“You’re unbelievable!” Jungkook cried.

“That’s rich coming from your mouth, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew darker, but in that moment, you couldn’t of cared less. That was until he had you pushed against the wall, licking his lips and staring straight into your eyes.

“I’d be a good girl from here on now or otherwise, I’m not going to give you what you want. Daddy isn’t happy with you - not one bit.”

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Sun signs according to people I’ve met


Usually very motivated and energetic, they have a really strong aura around them. I admire them a lot, they seem like cool people and may seem intimidating but are super nice in person! Protective of their loved ones. Goals in terms of swag and athleticism they got. Teach me how to carry myself like you please.


The cutest, most amazing (even if a bit stubborn) friends. Best partners for getting food or watching a movie together. Taurus boys are my cryptonite, Taurus girls are the loves of my life. They are very much real in a sense of being human. Sensual, chill and true, really “earthy”. Fake isn’t in their vocabulary. Seriously I know quite a few Tauruses and I love them all to death. Only problem is when we disagree on something major, neither will back down from the argument.


I always lowkey hate on them, but they aren’t all that bad; Conversations with them are the most fun, and when I am with them I never get bored; I know a lot of male Gemini’s and no female ones sadly; in general they are nice people but usually fuckboys. Probably wouldn’t date one (but flirting with them is a lot of fun). Good sense of humour.


Being a Cancer myself I tend to be drawn to a specific type of Cancer females on social media. Those are the The Moms, their entire vibe is really soft and warm and motherly but also protective and strong. We will cook you dinner because we love you. We are good cooks in general. Foul mouths and will fight you any time. Pretend to be edgy, but we usually aren’t. Crying over our partner (or lack of) all the damn time but usually in private.


Ughh. Leo females are okay but Leo males? They annoy me to no end and I always bicker with them, but at the same time they are usually really charming so :/. Lowkey hate them and their inflated ego but they are good friends which I appreciate. Loud and sooo in your face but loyal and can take you to the most bizarre and amazing places. Overall infuriating 0/10 do not recommend. (Jk)


Okay, so I am biased, but Virgos are literally perfect human beings. They are smart, logical, neat and polished and just ugh. Especially females are really classic beauties with killer fashion sense. Overall all genders seem to have a feminine vibe? It’s sooo hard to get them even remotely interested in you but it’s worth it in the end. Can push you to be the best version of yourself. They can literally step on me. Heart eyes motherfucker.


Oookay, so. Libras are weird, man. It’s hard to dislike them, because they can be so nice but you never know if they are real nice or fake nice. Seems like usually fake tho. They are super gorgeous, in a very luxurious way and their lives are the true aesthetics. First impression is that they are pretty shallow, but I wouldn’t assume that about people without knowing them.


Damn I love Scorpios! Deep af, people I can talk to about my deepest thoughts, discussing occult stuff, cry on their shoulders or just hug it all out m8. I feel super comfortable with them. Best partners for planning an assassination on your ex (or Trump) tbh. Aesthetics on point as well. I am living for that mysterious grunge shit vibe. You go my bros.


Don’t hate me for this, but the only sign I usually cannot stand to keep close are Sags. They are amazing conversationalists with the sharpest minds out there and interesting points of view. Talking to them about basically any topic can take hours and not get boring, and you could take them for an adventure for a week and it would be the best choice. But longterm relationship or friendship? Nah. I do not trust.


I have a lot of Capricorn women in my life and I admire them so much. They are so hardworking, punctual and they sacrifice themselves for their loved ones everyday, in every way. Also their love is so good and true, damn. The Cap stereotype is that they are bad with feelings but I strongly disagree. One of the most amazing signs out there. Protect them and treasure them.


Aw my favourite aliens. Just kidding. They are often misunderstood I think, but they are actually super cool. They are not afraid of being different and that’s a really admirable trait imo. Also the best partners for sharing your conspiracy theories with. If you feel like they just walked all over you, they probably didn’t mean it, they just don’t realize it sometimes? The most interesting people to keep around, if you can tolerate their cold exterior.


Damn you Pisces. Why you all gotta be so unpredictable. I know a great deal of Pisces people and each of them is so different, it is simply impossible to categorize them in any way lol. My brother is a confident social butterfly. One of my friends is an aesthetics grunge queen with a lot of sadness inside. My other friend is pretty shy and introverted with a lot of super weird quirks (probably the only one fitting the usual Pisces category). Another one is a typical nerd who is however pretty choleric and fake on the inside. And another one was the spawn of satan and literally the ugliest and most selfish person I know. What even are Pisces lmao.


               “No, you utter moron.” Draco snarled out in a whisper. “The instructions clearly read to add one bat spleen not two.”

               It took a lot of self-control for Harry to reign in the urge to commit murder. There were too many witnesses and Snape would probably enact revenge before he could even blink. He had thought that maybe after the war things would mellow down between the two of them, but it would seem that arguing was the only familiar action either of them could resort to.

               “If your ginormous head and ego wasn’t in the way, I might have been able to see that.”

               Draco narrowed his eyes dangerously as he wondered if Snape would look the other way if he just dunked Potter’s head in the cauldron. It would have to improve the Gryffindor’s stupidly handsome appearance. Part of him—a small part—didn’t want to fight with the brunette but the rest of him loved the normalcy to it. The simple but yet established argufy.

               “I will have you know that my ego could do with more inflation and my head is proportionate to my body.” The ‘unlike yours’ was left out but Draco felt as if his point had been met.

               That had Harry arching a lone brow. “If you inflate your ego any more than it already is, I fear what will happen to the rest of us. We will be collateral damage to your impending disaster.”

               “Salazar, I swear if you don’t start improving our potion instead of standing around like the gaping fool that you are, I will—”

               “You’ll what?” Harry interrupted, folding his arms across his chest and glaring angrily.

               “Potter, quit talking and actually participate in today’s potion.” Snape’s voice rang out, catching the rest of the class’ attention.

               Before Harry could point out that Malfoy had been talking too, the man continued with a smirk. “Ten points from Gryffindor.”

               For a brief—nearly minuscule—moment, Harry thought about telling the man exactly what he thought of his unfair treatment, but common sense kicked in and he wisely kept his mouth shut. He had also thought that the man would improve after nearly dying but of course that was just asking too much.

               It wasn’t until Snape turned around that Harry looked back to the potion. He pointedly ignored Malfoy’s smug smirk.

               “Karma; such a beautiful thing.” Draco whispered, loving the way the brunette clenched his jaw angrily. Merlin, he never felt more alive than when he was baiting Potter.

               “I fucking hate you.” Harry whispered back, shaking his head firmly when the smirk widened. He was too distracted by the Slytherin’s pretentious but perfect teeth that it wasn’t until the cauldron emitted a horrible smell that he knew a mistake had been made.

               “I deserve an Order of Merlin for having to deal with you.” Draco growled as he shoved the other boy to the side and began trying to fix whatever the idiot just did.



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Signs According To People I’ve Met


Usually very motivated and energetic, they have a really strong aura around them. I admire them a lot, they seem like cool people and may seem intimidating but are super nice in person! Protective of their loved ones. Goals in terms of swag and athleticism they got. Teach me how to carry myself like you please.


The cutest, most amazing (even if a bit stubborn) friends. Best partners for getting food or watching a movie together. Taurus boys are my cryptonite, Taurus girls are the loves of my life. They are very much real in a sense of being human. Sensual, chill and true, really “earthy”. Fake isn’t in their vocabulary. Seriously I know quite a few Tauruses and I love them all to death. Only problem is when we disagree on something major, neither will back down from the argument.

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His Warmth (M)

Word Count: 3532
Member: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Fluff & Smut
Warnings: Cum-play, Biting, Lots of cute bc I’m in love with Jimin

It’s been two months since your boyfriend went on tour and you haven’t been able to see him, so when you unexpectedly wake up to him in your bed you just can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself.


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here’s some more lil tips 4 u all

1. this might seem obvious, but wash your pants too. if ur like me and rewear those same leggings for 3-4 days in a row AND wear thongs or lace undies or bikini cut or really any underwear… just fucking wash your jeans trust me.

2. seriously just use moisturizer. ik ur reading this and just had a thought starting with “but…” girl there is no excuse for you not to. i’m a greasy ass italian bitch who sweats every fucking day and the right moisturizer changed the game for me.

3. be patient with skin products/regimes. shit doesn’t change overnight, but it works. although if you do experience redness or dryness stop using that product immediately.

4. just go to the doctor. if you have insurance or are still on a parent’s insurance, visit the doctor any time there’s even the slightest issue. they can help with mental health as well as physical health fyi.

5. treat the doctor like your best friend. don’t hold back. if your pussy hurts, speak the fuck up. if you’re smoking hella weed and it’s causing u issues, just tell them. some of them can be assholes but generally speaking they’re really there to help and will appreciate the honesty.

6. don’t freak out over a pimple. this isn’t just a “ohh ur still beautiful!!” thing it’s also a “the more u think about it, the more you’ll subconsciously touch it, the more it’ll get irritated” thing.

7. excercise. walk. get out in the air. offer to go grocery shopping with ur parents. walk around the block. exert yourself just a tiny bit every day, you’ll sleep better.

8. if your sleep schedule is off, don’t try to pull an all nighter to fix it. you will fail. work it back up to a normal time hour by hour daily.

9. busty ladies, invest in a nice bralette or other wireless bra from an online vendor. i’m a size 38F so finding them in stores can be tricky but they’re worth it. on days where i wanna just be casual and comfy but like yaknow in a cute sexy way, they’re perfect.

10. be confident & be unique! don’t sweat it if u are or aren’t atm, just find the things about yourself that make you YOU and go fucking HARD on that one thing (or few things). don’t be afraid to stand out, but also don’t be afraid to be misunderstood.

11. soap. cleanser. exfoliator (twice a week MAX). toner. moisturizer. in that order.

12. go to a movie alone. pretend nobody else is in the theater. react like you would at home watching a movie on netflix (with your parents or roommates home so that u don’t talk loudly in a theater).

13. go vegan. even if you don’t care about animals (lord knows i don’t), it’ll encourage you to eat better by boxing out bad foods. somebody brings in cookies to work? tell them you can’t have any cause you’re vegan. they’ll respect it or fear you’ll start ranting to them if they push you anymore.

14. go a little while without shaving your pussy, see what happens. if you don’t like it, shave it again and you’ll have a smoother-than-normal downstairs :)

15. have a go-to mindfullness place. an image in your head that doesn’t remind you of anything that causes worry. mine is an imaginary field in the middle of a forest, and i pretend i’m a big grizzly bear feeling the grass on my back. try to really make this image come to life in your mind. think of this when you’re suffering from insomnia, when you’re panicking, when you’re sad, when you’re alone.

16. speaking of depression tips! go buy a journal right now. when you’re having a meltdown, open up the journal and start listing things you love. this includes (but is definitely not limited to) mundane things like socks or hardwood floors. it forces you to be in a mindset that thinks positively about things and simultaneously reminds you of the good in the world.

17. are you sad? put on fun/goofy music and deep clean your room.

18. wash your pillowcases you dirty bitch. i know you drool in your sleep. and your nasty face is rubbing all on it all the food you ate today is just rubbing all over that motherfucker ew just wash your pillowcase.

19. hate prepping for extended-family holiday visits? ask for lush spa giftcards for christmas. and if they think that’s too impersonal, just tell them to order whatever at all from their website. you can’t really go wrong with lush products.

20. make a playlist that makes you feel sexy and put it on. listen, dance and wiggle in your bed or chair, and then masturbate for the best nut of your life!

21. do rituals. something that makes you feel like you’re in control of the universe. it can be as simple as lighting a candle and thinking really hard about the same sentence over and over. it’s hella empowering.

22. binge watch 2 shows at once. one for comedy/lighthearted fun and another that’s maybe more serious but something you’ve wanted to see for a while. switch them out as you see fit.

23. listen to audiobooks! find a use for them, whether it’s sleeping, walking around, or just mindless daily tasks.

24. don’t over caffeinate if you are prone to anxiety. if your absolute maximum is 4 cups of coffee per diem, start replacing your regular daily coffee intake (let’s say it’s two cups) with 4 cups of black tea. don’t drink any caffeine after 6 unless it’s a special occasion.

25. nobody is staring at you. and if they are, it’s because they’re trying to fully process all the uniqueness that they see in you, and that’s a good thing. no exceptions.

BTS Reaction to: Their foreign girlfriend surprising them for their birthday

Author’s note: This is just pure fluff.Also gifs aren’t mine. x  


He sighed deeply as he checked his phone for the millionth time that day. No new messages. The three his phone on the couch as he groaned in frustration. You still hadn’t sent him a ‘happy birthday’ message. It was odd since you and Jin usually talked 24/7. Had he done something wrong? He kept going back to your earlier conversations but nothing came to mind. Did you forget it was his birthday? He grabbed his phone, ready to go to his room when front door was being opened. That’s weird. The guys wouldn’t be back for another 2 hours. Jin made his way into the hallway, readily to scold them for lying to him when he saw you standing there with your suitcase.

All his anger and frustration melted away as he saw you standing there, holding a cupcake with a candle on top of it. You gave him a shy smile as you said,

“Happy birthday Jin.”

He smiled at your shyness before taking the cupcake, making a wish and blowing it out. He wrapped his arms around you as you wrapped yours around his neck.

“Now I get why you didn’t send me anything.”

“I’m sorry, I was on traveling the entire day and I-”
He shut you up by pressing his soft lips against yours, making you smile.

I know princess. I can’t believe you’re finally here.”

“Me neither. What did you wish for?”

He flashed you a cheeky smile as he said,

“It won’t come true if I tell you.”

“You sure about that?”

He laughed at your response as he helped taking your suitcase to his room.

“Yes I’m sure jagi. Now let’s cuddle, okay?”


Nothing. He’s heard nothing from you for the past 2 days. Were you mad? Had he done something? He leaned back in his chair as he stared at his computer screen. He was trying to come up with new lyrics but he couldn’t concentrate. He couldn’t stop thinking about you as he tried to work, so he decided to take a little break to see if you had responded in the meantime. Of course you hadn’t. He ran his hands through his hair as he sighed. He tried really hard not to let it bother him but it just didn’t work. After all you mean everything to him and he hates it when you don’t contact him. Besides, it was also his birthday, so it was even worse that he heard nothing from you. Suddenly someone knocked on his door before opening it. He sighed before saying,

“Jimin I don’t need coffee.”

“-Do I look like Jimin?”

His head snapped up instantly at the sound of your voice. A happy smile spreading across his face when he saw you standing in his studio.

“Baby, you’re here!” He laughed as he got up, embracing you tightly.

“Yes, I traveled all around the world just so I could be there on your birthday. Isn’t that sweet?”

He chuckled as he pressed a kiss against your cheek while tightening his grip on you.

“I thought you were mad at me.”

“Of course not idiot! I was on a plane the entire day!”

“Well luckily you’re here now. It means I can finally focus on writing again.”

“Can I watch?”

He smiled at you as he sat down in this chair again, pulling you with him to sit on his lap.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”


He was so excited that it was his birthday. The first thing he did that morning was check he phone to see your message, only to be met with the 'no new messages screen.’ That’s weird, he thought as he checked the date to make sure that it really was his birthday. It was though. You’re always the first one to message him in the morning so it was very odd to have no message from you. Had you forgotten about him? He would really get into his head as he got his day started. It was so bad that Namjoon even asked him if everything was okay. The sunshine boy felt sad that he hadn’t heard anything from you. He tried to make the best out of his day, played games with the others as he waited for you to finally text him. 

When he still hadn’t heard anything by 7 pm he decided he’d go to bed early. He was ready to just lay in bed and to get the day over with. However, when he opened the door he saw you sitting on his bed. He stared at you in disbelief, making you laugh. After a few seconds he snapped out of his little daze as he shouted,


You laughed at his words as he climbed on top of you, holding you tightly as he pressed kisses all over your face.

“I” kiss. “Missed” kiss. “You” kiss. “So” kiss. “Much!”

He pulled back so his nose was pressing against yours as he said,

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I’m sorry you thought I had forgotten about you. I could never.”

“I know baby, let’s just cuddle, yeah?”

You nodded as you rested your head against his chest. Hoseok pressed a kiss against your forehead as he held you close. Enjoying having you there with him on his birthday.


It frustrated him that you didn’t respond to his messages. It wasn’t like you to do that. You always responded pretty much immediately whenever he sent something, that’s why he found it so weird that he hadn’t heard from you at all. He even tried calling you multiple times but it went straight to voicemail. He couldn’t help but feel worried, what if something happened? What if there really was something going on and he was being stupid for being mad at you for not wishing him happy birthday. So he did the only thing that seemed right; he texted your mom. After a few minutes he got a reply. She said that you were fine and that there was nothing to worry about. Great. That means you had to be mad at him, since you were okay.

Before he could beat himself up even more about it he heard the door of his bedroom open and saw you standing in the doorway, with a Ryan teddy bear. He felt all he worry wash away as he got up and pulled you tightly into his arms.

“I’m so glad you’re okay baby girl. I thought something happened.”

You gave him a quick kiss before pulling him close again. 

“I’m sorry, I was traveling the entire day and I wanted it to be a surprise so I didn’t tell you in advance.”

“I know baby. It’s okay you’re here now and you’re safe, that’s all that matters to me.”

He quickly helped you unpack before you two settled down in the couch, watching a movie that Namjoon picked out. Halfway into the movie he got bored and turned to look at you sitting beside him. You looked even better than the last time he saw you, if that was even possible. He didn’t care about the stupid movie anymore and all he wanted was for you to be underneath him, screaming his name as he showed you how much he had missed you.


This poor guy wouldn’t know what to do with himself. He was a mix between sad and worried. He was sad that you hadn’t wished him happy birthday but he was worried at the same time. You always talk to him, wish him good morning, wish him a good day and tell him to stay healthy. When he woke up this morning and saw that you hadn’t texted him yet he thought nothing of it and was sure that you’d send him something later. But now it was 8 pm and he still hadn’t heard a single thing. Were you upset? Is that why you didn’t text him? He didn’t blame you, he blamed himself for the fact that you hadn’t sent him happy birthday. He must have done something to upset you, right? He groaned in frustration as he hit his head on the table repeatedly, worrying his hyungs.

“Jiminie, are you okay?” Seokjin asked, worry visible on his face as he finished drying the cup and placed it back on the shelf.

“Not really hyung. Y/N hasn’t texted me all day. I’m worried I’ve said something to upset her.”

“-Why do you think that?”

He crooked his eyebrow when he heard your voice. That’s weird. Is his mind playing tricks on him now?

“Jimin, hey. Happy birthday baby.”

You gently placed your hands on his shoulders as you gave him a kiss on his cheek. A bright smile spread across his face as he turned around, seeing you giving him a warm smile.

“Jagi! You didn’t forget about me!”

He laughed as he wrapped himself around you, holding onto you tightly as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. You ran your fingers through his hair as you mumbled,

“Of course I didn’t Jimin. I love you. Don’t ever think that I can forget about you, okay?”

Jimin nodded at your words as he pulled back a little to give you a kiss.

Ya, don’t do that in front of my eyes!!” Jungkook shouted, making all of you laugh.

Jimin took your hand as you two walked to his bedroom, where the two of you snuggled up underneath the blankets. You wrapped yourself around him as he rested his head on your chest. Right then he realized he was being ridiculous for thinking that you could ever forget him. Of course you couldn’t, because he had you wrapped around his finger. You two spend the rest of the night like that, until you both fell asleep in each other’s arms.


He sighed for the millionth time that night as he saw you hadn’t texted him yet. He decided that instead of sitting in his room being sad the entire day wasn’t gonna cut it. So instead he made his way to the living room and sat down next to Jimin, who seemed no notice that the younger wasn’t okay.

“You alright?”

Taehyung shook his head 'no’ as he stared in the distance, trying to push away the negative thoughts. Jimin quickly wrapped his arms around the younger as he snuggled up to him, trying to distract him. Taehyung couldn’t stop the small smile from spreading across his face as his hyung tried to make him feel better. Jimin picked a movie to watch together to make his friend feel better, but it wasn’t working. No matter what Taehyung’s mind always went back to you. It just didn’t make sense to him. Why hadn’t you wished him happy birthday?

“Jimin, do you think Y/N is mad at me?”

“I don’t think so Tae. She’ll tell you, don’t worry.”

He groaned as he sunk further into the couch, pushing his hair back as he tried to focus on the movie again. Taehyung heard the front door being opened but ignored it, since he thought it was one of his hyungs coming back. However, Jimin did notice you. A happy smile formed on his face as he nudged his friend, who looked up to see you standing there with a bright smile on your face. Taehyung’s eyes widened as he jumped off the couch to embrace you tightly, almost knocking you over in the process. You chuckled at his excitement as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Missed me?” “You’ve no idea.”

“I’m sorry for not wishing you happy birthday by text. I wanted to do it in person.”

Taehyung smirked at your words as he said, “That’s okay, now you can give me my birthday present.”

“GET A ROOM YOU TWO!” Jimin shouted from his spot on the couch.

You two cracked up before Taehyung dragged you to his room, pinning you up against the door as soon as it was closed.

“You really want your birthday present, don’t you?”

“Baby, you’ve no idea.”


He’d be he most annoyed out of the members. Yes he knew that you also have other things to do but you’re his girlfriend. You’re supposed to wish him happy birthday! He huffed when he saw you still hadn’t sent anything yet. He tried to keep his cool but he was just so annoyed that he decided to go to the gym to get rid of all his built up frustrations. He thought boxing would be a good way to let it all out. Meanwhile you had just arrived at the dorm, ready to surprise your boyfriend when you found out that he wasn’t there. Namjoon told you that he went to the gym to get rid of his built up frustrations. You instantly felt guilty for not texting him but in your defense, you were traveling the entire day. You quickly made your way to the gym to see him harshly hitting a punching ball.


He stopped instantly, turning around to face you as his hard expression fell. He quickly tossed his boxing gloves across the room as he embraced you tightly. He lifted you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist as he buried his face in the crook of his neck. Jungkook tried to hold back his tears as he was finally able to hold you in his arms again. You didn’t forget about him at all, in fact you even took the time to travel all around to world just to see him. That alone made his heart swell as he pressed a kiss against your neck.

“I can’t believe your here.” He replied in a shaky voice.

You quickly wiped away your tears as you pulled back a little, only to see him looking at you with watery eyes.

“Of course I’m here you idiot. It’s your birthday after all.”

He laughs at your words as he holds you even tighter, nuzzling his nose against yours as he smiles happily at you.

“Shall we go back to the dorm and play overwatch?”

You rolled your eyes as he mentioned his favorite video game, making him laugh. “Or we can cuddle.” “How about we do both?”  

He gives you one of his signature bunny smiles as he carries you back to the dorm, pulling you with him to sit on his lap as he happily plays his favorite game. Right then he realized that he could never be mad at you for long. He loved you too much for that.

I Found You (Loki Laufeyson Soulmate AU)

Summary: (Y/n)’s soulmate tattoo is Loki in Nordic runes and now thinks fate is playing with her and he doesn’t exist because they gave her a mythological god. During the battle of NY (y/n) happens to meet him but what occurs once the battle is over? Her soulmate is the most hated man on the planet.

A/n: So I changed the MCU storyline a bit as well where Clint had met Steve before the battle of New York.

Warnings: There’s some physical harassment from a male co-worker on the reader so possible TRIGGER WARNING, and remember if this happens to you, report it and if nothing is done about it, definitely call the police. (Be safe y’all, we don’t all have Steve Rogers to our rescue)

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A young man approached, thanking and taking his coffee from (y/n). She huffed, overtime she called out someone’s name, she always somewhat hoped that her soulmate would mysteriously appear. She’d had her soulmate tattoo since it appeared at age 12, like everybody else, except hers, wasn’t even English. It was in Nordic Runes, something people didn’t use to name their kids. (Y/n) had found out at 16 when she went looking for her soulmate after being teased for her strange tattoo. She was desperate to prove to everyone, her soulmate wasn’t a freak; he/she was unique and deserved love. She, after all, being in foster homes all her life, believed she could give this to them.

She knew he/she had to be unique because her soulmates tattoo was, but turns out her tattoo comes from the mythology section rather than in real life. Loki, God of Mischief was her fucking ‘soulmate.’ The fates had tricked her and gave her hope for her other half. Now, (y/n) knew who her soulmate was destined to be, she also knew this was a way of the fates telling her she didn’t have another half. It was just (y/n), the only person in the world to seemingly have this problem. The small runic tattoo behind her ear slightly burned as it had been doing quite often recently. She didn’t even want to tattoo anymore, constantly reminded that she was on her own and the chances of someone having the same problem or having no tattoo at all were extremely slim. There’s no known procedure either to remove it without it killing the person; as far as (y/n) knew.

(Y/n) had seen many soulmates meet in this cafe, both accidentally thinking it was their drink and reaching for it. Just one look at each other and they knew. Tattoos were just a second confirmation. In some way, (y/n) envied them but she reminded herself that she didn’t need that sickly gooey stuff that fickle minded people had between them. (Y/n) had taken care of herself just fine and don’t need anyone to feel like she was someone.

(Y/n) sighed, wishing her thoughts away - this ten-hour split shift was absolutely killing her. Her feet hurt, she’d encountered many rude customers today and she was stuck working with the most ignorant person she’d ever met. Luke. He was the definition of an asshole who didn’t know how to treat a lady; that no meant no. She should know, the many times he’d done something inappropriate in the workplace to her was astounding and even though she reported it, he’d never been fired or even suspended. But, she needed this job and couldn’t afford to lose it because of some jerk, she had no one to turn to, no family and no friends. Well, one sort of friend, a regular who came in for his daily coffee. His name was Clint and he was the only person she’d had a proper conversation to since she’d moved to this hell hole.

“Hey sugar, you busy this Friday?” Luke asked now that the line had disappeared.

“Just for you? Always.” Smirking slightly at her comeback, (y/n) felt someone grab her backside. “Of course you are, sweetheart, found that soulmate of yours yet? Of course, you haven’t, yours is probably in the ditch, a freak.” Wide-eyed and very close to tearing the man’s throat out for daring touching her and say anything about her non-existent soulmate. Of course, some part of her still believed it was possible, she quickly squished this hope. “I’ll give you five minutes to remove your hand from my girlfriend before I kick your ass seven ways to kingdom come.” Hearing the gruff and loud tone, Luke quickly moved his hand and looked up into the blue eyes of a very tall and buff man. “Look, man, no problem. I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, let alone one that isn’t her soulmate.”

“Yet, if she didn’t I’d still kick your ass. Especially if I was her soulmate. Didn’t your momma ever teach you it’s not nice to touch girls without their permission or did she take one look at you and realise what a pig you were? Must be a real shame that you have to force yourself on a girl to even get them to consider you. You’re poor soulmate.” (Y/n) broke out into a manic grin and with one hand on her hip, she turned to laugh right in Luke’s face. The guy stood there shell-shocked, unable to form a word. His face shone bright red as the blue-eyed man’s speech caught a lot of customers attention and they were all waiting for the situation to explode. Luke, shaking his head, all but ran to the back area to avoid everyone’s gazes.

Laughing, (y/n) turned to the tall man. “I haven’t seen Luke look like that since… well never. But thank you, not even my manager could do anything.” The blonde haired man smiled down brightly at her, “no problem ma’am, sorry about the uh, girlfriend suggestion.”

“It’s no problem, really. Thank you for actually saying something. Not a lot of people usually do. They just act like it’s not there.” (Y/N) wasn’t going to cry at all, in fact, she felt the hate fire lick her insides like poison. Yearning to combust like an explosion.

“Steve did you order… oh, I see you’ve met (y/n).”

“Clint! I didn’t think you’d be coming in today. You’re late for your appointment with the coffee doctor. Your friend here just became my hero.” Clint looking between Steve’s puppy eyes to (y/n) unusually brightened face, “Is he now? Want to join us today (y/n)? C’mon, go on your break.”

“I could use one after that incident, just let me grab our usuals. What can I get for you, Steve?” Hearing his name, Steve was woken out of his stupor. “Uh, I’ll have the same as Clint’s having.” “No problem, just give me five. These are on the house, boyfriend.” Steve broke out into a somewhat shy smile, hand rubbing his neck. Clint just looks between the two, wondering what the hell just went on.

Sitting down at the table, (y/n) bought her coffee to her lips and sighed in content. Being able to sit down for the first time today felt like heaven on (y/n)’s feet. “So how have you been (y/n)?” Clint asked sweetly. “Still soul-less? Still wasting your pretty face in a place like this?”

“Ha.Ha. Yes, soul mate-less. Unfortunately, not all of us get the chance to put their pretty face to use, we have to make a living in this economy.”

“Haha, yeah I can imagine. I still can’t believe that asshole is bothering you, I’ve threatened him so many times.”

“Yeah, well you’re as menacing as a newborn pup, Clint. I think he’ll leave me alone now though. He thinks Mr Hero over here is my boyfriend.”

“I can’t believe the audacity of that punk., touching’ a lady like that” Steve finally intervenes, the Brooklyn accent slipping through his deep voice.

Clint looked slightly nervous as (y/n) inspected Steve, she was extremely intelligent and it didn’t take long for her to figure out who he was from his language, stance and attitude. “Clint, why the hell is Captain America here. No offence, but whoever he goes trouble is never far behind. Or so the stories go.” Clint smirked at (y/n) and then Steve, who was gobsmacked that she had worked it out so easily.

“Well, he needed to get some air, he’s been cooped up too long.”

After half an hour, (Y/n) said goodbye to Mr America and fly-boy then decided to clock off early. Her manager wouldn’t notice anyway and she wasn’t in the mood for Luke.


Its been a week since (y/n) had coffee with the guys and she finally has a day off. It was boring though, with no one to call or hang out, (y/n) decided she was going to go for a walk. Putting her headphones in she ignored the rest of the world and headed straight for the small park a couple blocks down. She could see the kids playing on the almost abandoned street and smiled lightly, heading for the small gate to the park. As (y/n)’s hand touched the gate, an Earth tumbling rumble shifted the ground. Thinking it was an earthquake, (y/n) yelled for the kids to get inside. As she did so a giant portal opened up in the sky and ugly green beings began pouring through.

“No fucking way…” Suddenly her tattoo roared to life and began burning like never before. It was like someone was branding her. A loud sound, like a hurricane, came through her ears and when the pain became too much (y/n) screamed; clamping her hands over her ears. When the ringing stopped, she found herself on a different street, in the heat of the invasion.


It had been an hour of (y/n) running around the streets trying to get people to safety. Something within her told her this is what she should be doing, not cowering away. She had managed to grab an aliens weapon from the ground and began shooting at anyone that wasn’t human. “Go, get into the subway!” (Y/n) yelled as people instinctively listened and piled down the stairs to the underground. Shooting a couple of the aliens in the head, others began to approach her, seeing her as a big threat. A giant arm flew out of nowhere and smacked her in the gut. This caused (y/n) to go flying a couple meters. Landing on her side, she heard (and felt) a crack from multiple places. Coughing (y/n) tried to sit up, but the pain was almost unbearable.

(Y/n) opened her eyes and in front of her stood a horrific scene, a boy was cornered, only a meter from her, by four aliens, with guns all aimed at him. Why aim so much at a child?

“No…” she whispered, trying to get up. “Hey!” (Y/n) yelled louder, however in the heat of battle sounded like a whisper. Pushing herself up using her arms, (y/n) felt her left arm was broken, possibly some of her ribs and there was blood dripping down her face. “STOP!”

Again, she yelled but this time they decided to ignore her. Standing up to her full height, (y/n) yelled to her full ability, “I SAID STOP!” Some green flash came over her and the aliens faced their new candidate only to see their master that’s leading this battle. Loki. “Leave him alone. You want to pick on someone, pick on me.” To say the Chitauri were confused were an understatement. They just left the scene, deciding to let their master deal with the child but not without them slightly being confused.

“Hey, are you alright?” (Y/n) came over to the boy, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You… you just … and then you…” Thinking the boy was too in shock to talk, (y/n) led him to the subway stairs. “Go down there and stay, its too dangerous up here.” The boy only nodded and (y/n) stood, not knowing where to head next. She didn’t have time to think why the aliens decided to leave bother and the child unscathed.  When a very strange over noise was heard over her, (y/n)’s world stopped. “Shit.”



Flying throughout the buildings, even destroying some in the process, Loki couldn’t have felt more successful. The invasion was going as planned and it shouldn’t be too long until he conquered this small part of the world. The next step- the whole world. It would be easy if the were this feeble, scrambling for shelter everywhere on this dull planet.  Further on Loki asked the Chitauri driving to stop in mid-air, hearing the calls of a woman over the crowd. Not wanting to miss out on the torture here, Loki looked down to find the woman was not screaming in pain but rather in encouragement. She was shouting to the mortals to get underground.

Loki laughed mockingly as if it made a difference where they scuttled to. Suddenly a Chitauri used his arm to send the woman flying and something in Loki shifted like his heart had missed a couple beats as the woman landed. Taking deep breaths, Loki stood from his seat with wide eyes and a hand over his heart. His breathing was not returning to normal and the girl was barely moving.

What is this? Loki thought.

The woman sat up and was looking at a boy being surrounded by his soldiers, she began yelling feebly. They ignored her until she stalked towards them.

“I SAID STOP!” Very familiar to Loki, a green lining overtook her body and suddenly… she was Loki. A manic grin overtook Loki’s face, this woman seemed to possess similar if not the same abilities as himself.  When the Chitauri left, the girl changed back and directed the boy underground.

“Lower us to the ground.” His heart thumped heatedly for the first time in a long while.


(Y/n)’s P.O.V

The hover noise contained one of the aliens and a very attractive man.

“Hello, petal.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened, her tattoo burning like it did before; except this time she was prepared. “I am Loki, of Asgard. Now, who in all the realms, are you?”

(Y/n)’s breathing hitched and she couldn’t stop some form of emotional tears forming in her eyes.

“It’s you…”

Part 2


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Tongue (Ethan)


You laid back on your shared bed with your boyfriend, Ethan, scanning aimlessly through your phone. When you had texted Ethan on your way home from the airport he had told you he was out filming something with Grayson.  Neither of you had seen each other in two weeks since you’d come back from your family vacation. You had originally planned to come home a day later but you wanted to surprise Ethan by choosing to come home a little earlier instead. You waited impatiently, tapping your fingers against your thigh until your heart began to pound in your chest at the sound of the apartment door opening and closing. Heavy footsteps shuffled in followed by two familiar voices.

“Dude I think she’s gonna hate it.” You heard Ethan’s laugh and it automatically made your heart sing even though you were questioning what the hell he’d gotten himself into now. You couldn’t leave Ethan or Grayson alone for more than five minutes before one of them was hurting themselves or doing something they’d likely regret later on.

“Maybe she’ll think it’s kind of kinky.” Grayson replied. You heard a smack followed by a loud “Ow!” You narrowed your eyes. What the hell were they talking about? You shook your head and contemplated coming out of the bedroom until you heard Ethan’s footsteps trudging down the hall.

“I’m taking a nap bro. I’m beat.”

The door swung open and Ethan stopped dead, stumbling backwards, clutching his chest with widened eyes.

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