and scream all the way down

If You Could See

Pairing: Eggsy x Reader

Request: Hello darling! May I make a request where the reader is very insecure and hates herself, but Eggsy is always there, comforting her and all of that.

Warning: Swearing, self deprecation, self hatred, depressive thoughts, depressive mannerisms

A/N: I’m going to make this as open as possible because I know everyone has insecurities also I’m really sorry this is short

Masterlist

Originally posted by unwinton

Normally she wasn’t like this. Normally,Y\N could hold it together and pretend she was okay with the way she looked. Normally, she was able to ignore the comments her own brain made up, but today was not a normal day.

All her brain was screaming at her, driving her down further than she had ever gone down this horrible spiral she always felt she had. It had been almost impossible to crawl out of bed, despite the fact that Eggsy was already awake.

Slowly, Y/N dragged herself out of the bed and wandered over to the bathroom. After going about her morning routine, she stared at herself in the mirror as more dark thoughts warped through her mind.

With a sigh, she headed out of the bathroom to crawl back in bed. She didn’t want to deal with anyone today, not even Eggsy. She pulled up her tablet to watch a movie, but she hardly paid attention to it.

She wasn’t sure how many movies she went through or how many hours went by, just staying in bed. She eventually decided to listen to her body screaming at her for food and got up to get something to eat.

The kitchen was empty. It always was when Eggsy went to work. Y/N wandered over to the fridge to see if there was anything she could heat up. There was a plate in the fridge with a small note from Eggsy. Probably from this morning. Y/N grabbed the plate and pulled the note off.

Have a good day, love. I’ll be home early.

Y/N sighed and left the note on the counter before putting the plate of breakfast in the microwave to heat it up. He usually left her breakfast, but even though it usually made her feel good to see the notes he left, right now she just felt worse.

Quietly, she ate the breakfast he had made her despite it being well into the afternoon. It took a little while for her to eat. Feeling this way, she usually avoided eating.

Y/N tossed the half of food she didn’t want to eat and set the plate in the sink. She made her way back towards the bedroom, JB following her up the stairs.

The minutes ticked by into hours to the point that she didn’t even hear Eggsy come home from work. She was laying in bed, sort of dozing off as she watched what felt like the 15th episode of a tv show in which she held no actual interest for. She wasn’t even really paying attention to what was happening.

Eggsy came into the room quietly, pausing when he saw Y/N just laying in bed and staring at the laptop positioned on the bed next to her. He looked down at JB, who was just sitting in his doggy bed watching Eggsy.

“Love?” Eggsy called, pulling at his tie as he sat down beside her. She looked up at him.

“Yes?”

“You okay?” He asked. She sat up slowly.

“I’m okay. I'm…” Y/N paused, trailing off.

“You can tell me,” Eggsy encouraged, gently running his hand along her shoulder.

“This is going to sound stupid. Eggsy, how do you look at me?”

“Like you’re the love of my life,” He said, an easy smile on his face.

“No… I mean… do you think I’m even really that pretty?” She asked, looking down at her hands. Eggsy watched her for a little while, staying quiet before he leaned forward to brush her hair behind her ear.

“If you could see yourself as I do, you would know I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. That my heart stops beating every morning and I see you beside me. Me who used to be a common fucking thug. You’re gorgeous and I don’t know what the fuck I did to ever deserve you,” Eggsy said, his hazel eyes locking onto her eyes.

His fingers traveled up her neck to trace her jaw and then her lips. Y/N swallowed and examined his face to see if he was lying. When she didn’t find anything, she leaned forward and kissed him.

“I love you, Gary.”

“Ugh gross don’t call me Gary,” Eggsy teased, smirk on his face.

“Shut up, Eggsy.”

“Only if you kiss me again,” Eggsy said, smiling at her. Y/N rolled her eyes and kissed him again.

“I love you too, gorgeous.” Y/N sighed against Eggsy once he uttered those words. She was inclined to believe him.

Listen, I get it, life is hard and you’re dealing with some shit, but could you not tag my posts as “neurotypicals be like” when I talk about trying to remain positive in a world gone mad with apathy and suffering.

When I say I believe in taking light into dark places, I’m not talking soft pastel aesthetics and salt rock lamps. I’m talking burning this shit to the ground, I’m talking about rising up swinging against those who would put you down.

My hope does not negate my rage or despair. And it sure as shit does not negate my mental and physical illnesses either. 

I am hopeful, despite and perhaps even possibly out of spite, because I refuse to surrender my belief that we can do better. That we will do better. When you give that up, they’ve already won. And I’ll die kicking and screaming all the way before I let that happen. Neurodivergency and all.

And if you’re the edgelord off there in the corner talking about how hope is dead and the human species doesn’t deserve to survive? What the fuck are you doing to try and help fix that? This shit is your responsibility too. Fucking rise to it.

Noir subgenres

- Fantasy noir: Pour another one, Joe. My dragon left me for some clean-shaven cape-wearing foreign hero with an accent so thick you could hear the fake passport in his voice.

- Existential noir: these are mean streets to have an empty life in, kid. Thinkers nurse a hangover from their disgust of life for fifty years then roll over and die. This is how we run things in our city. Play it again, will you.

- Southern Gothic Noir: look at yourself, boy. They’ve got names for people who carry the Bible like that. They’ve got names for everything around here. And if you don’t get it the first time the walls will whisper it back to you.

– Noir Mythology: She was a priestess at some local temple. One of those temple only people who pray for a pint of bourbon and a life insurance go to. And she had a face that meant trouble, make no mistake. But not after Zeus turned her into a cow. Not after Zeus turned her into a cow.

- Noir meta-Shakespeare: Characters like us, Horatio. We weren’t born to grow old and mean. We faff around, we mix a stiff one, and then we die. But when we die, we die hard and we make sure we bring the whole damn city down with us.

- Noir Milton: Heaven looked high class from fifty feet away but from five feet away it looked like the kind of place meant to be seen from fifty feet away. Stay there long enough you get a double pint of Hell’s Bells. Real hell is my business now. Real hell is how I make my nickel.

- Noir William Blake: She was the sort of tiger a bishop would paint crosses on his front door against. You can’t tell anything from tigers like that. She could have had the sheriff in the back room. She could have been making millions. But you could tell she burned bright in all the right places. Oh, she burned bright all right.

- Noir Dylan Thomas: Alright, old man. Amateur hour is over. You go down kicking and screaming or you don’t go down at all, you get my meaning?

- Noir Keats: Outside, the Autumn smelled of politics: it asked only for the highest types of men and had nothing to offer them but bleating lambs and the song of crickets. The sort of autumn that shares his smokes and his wife with the maturing sun. “I don’t like Spring,” the kid said. “That’s all right, sonny boy. I ain’t selling it.”

- Noir Edgar Allan Poe: You could tell from the way he sauntered in the bird meant business. He had the kind of beak that could drive a nail through your forehead. Didn’t string more than two words together but he knew all the right ones all the same. He knew which ones stung. “I don’t want no birds in my room,” I said, loud enough for hell to hear. But birds like that don’t just scram. Birds like that stick to you like a bad divorce from a Hollywood diva.

My First One Star Review on AirBnB

Story by shawk11/reddit

Buckle up boys and girls. My buddy and I just experienced some grade-A Creepyshit while on a trip to Red Rocks in Colorado. I write a lot of things down anyway and so I figured I might as well post the story here and see what you guys think.

So who here has used AirBnB? raises hand. I think I’ve used it no less than twenty times. All great experiences up until this point, seriously.

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Stranger Things Season 2 trailer shot by shot run down

I do not claim or own any of these screenshots all rights to Netflix


aw look at my children doing normal children things can’t wait to see how long that’s going to last 

so, the way that Dungeons and Dragons was sort of the running analogy last season, my guess is that this game is going to be the overlying symbolism for this season.

my boys all back together and happy again can’t wait to see how long that’ll last :’)

so if this is the analogy I’m guessing the “sword” is going to be the key to slaying the monster

again, the dragon probably = the monster

and if so, the fact that Dustin seemingly LOST this game sort of worries me…

case in point

this trailer took approximately 15 seconds to get me to say “oh no”

AS I WAS SAYING (okay so obviously from what we left off on last season and the trailers/ teaser we’ve gotten. we now know this season is going to deal with the aftermath of the Upside Down for Will as well as the entire community as rifts have been opened to other worlds)

so i’m assuming Will’s main arc this season is going to be his struggle with being split between two worlds, and though I understand why they did it I wish we could see more of Will apart from that but oh well)

me too buddy, me too.

and thus, we have our big bad for the season *rubs hands together*

mike he is obviously not okay but thanks for being concerned

correct me if i’m wrong but is that Jonathan’s car? why is he leaving?

sooooo why isn’t Will at school?

stancy break up/ tension possibly? nothing good ever really comes from their meeting in this ally

aw…is this why he wasn’t in school? Joyce obviously knows something is up. (side note: is that Hopper behind them?)

oh come on-

these SOBs again?

so i guess maybe the Upside Down;s bleeding over to our world effect crops too???????

Hopper and Joyce as parents yes please (also Will is not okay)

“I felt it everywhere” wtf is that supposed to mean that’s terrifying

please just let the Byers family live someone give them a break

why do they look so suspect? who are they looking at?

honestly I’m loving the Halloween time theme I can’t wait for the aesthetics they’re going to be implementing

my connection/ insider I have previously hinted to me about a Steve/ kids dynamic that was going to be happening this season, but I’m actually very interested to see where this goes and the relationships that’ll come out of it

again with the aesthetics !!! yes !!! please!!! and !!! thank !!! you !!!

when the scientists are worried, it’s really time to get worried

uuuhhhhh yikes? blood is never a good sign?

ESPECIALLY AROUND DUSTIN NO DO NOT WANT THIS TRAILER IS MAKING ME REALLY CONCERNED ABOUT HIS SAFETY AS A CHARACTER

ah yes all is probably not well at the Wheeler household 

of course my dork sons all go trick or treating in matching Ghost Busters costumes I love them

it looks like he’s tracking something. buuuuut what?

HOP!! I MISSED YOU AND YOUR PERPETUALLY CONFUSED EYEBROWS

oooohhhhhh these boys look like they’re crushing on the new giiirrrllll 👀 (mainly Lucas and Dustin? maybe Will I can’t tell) (except for Mike because they really are doing everything they can to bury me in Mileven feels)

I can literally feel her angst radiating off the screen and I have a feeling I’m going to stan her unless the writers use her as a devise to cause tension or rivalry among the boys in which case someone is going to die

“Sometimes I feel like I can still see her” WHY DO THE WRITERS FEEL THE NEED TO HURT ME LIKE THIS GAH I MISS MILEVEN HE EVEN KEPT HER BLANKET FORT UP  (because also it’s important to note that this is the same shirt from the screenshot of them watching the girl walk in. so if Mike goes home and realizes he still misses I’m going to choke)

can’t wait for this to most likely just be a cat jump scare

they’re building something don’t ask me what

if I had to guess I would say some sort of device that picks up on signals from the Upside Down maybe? like some sort of crystal radio?

but why does Mike kind of look like hes going to smash it with the speaker?

new girl seems to be working with them/ part of the group now. but the box opened? idk this part is confusing

-EDIT/ UPDATE THANKS TO @disneyprincesskatherine apparently this is a reference to Ghostbusters! the box is similar to a device they use in the movies to catch ghost (i’m uncultured I’m so sorry). she also speculates this is the capture of the sort of “pet” Dustin gets that Gaten talked about (could also be why there is blood on Dustin’s chair)

okay but where is #4? they’re still in their Halloween costumes so we can assume it’s either the day of or the morning after, though on what looked to be Halloween night in one of the previous screencaps, all 4 were present soooo

more evidence of the world meshing

YOU BEST BELIEVE I SCREAMED OUT LOUD I MISSED THEM (they both looks so good I‘m loving the haircuts) (and is this them breaking into the lab?)

even though this is a gross slimy portal to another dimension, i’m still digging the aesthetics

Will is not okay part 87450507

this is either a drawing of a map of the Upside Down or all connecting tree roots. either way wtf Will?

This time on: OTPs With Unreal Height Differences 

it kind of looks like the same “tree roots” on the ground as there were at the gas station shot so yeah, I think Will was drawing a giant root system

🎶 you’re my daaad, you’re my dad, boogie woogie woogie 🎶

DREAM TEAM (Mike, Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce) (also can we laugh at the fact that Mike is armed with a candle holder while he stands next to his sister literally holding a shot gun)

Hop digging my grave for when I finish the season

*cues classic 80′s teen movie party montage*

my girl wildin out (and Steve’s there too I guess)

TELL ME WHO HURT YOU (this is a different outfit from the party though, so it’s not the same scene)

a new weapon? perhaps the “sword”?

!!!!!!

OH GOD TELL ME HOP IS OKAY

everyone in this trailer looks as shook as I feel watching it

Will Is Not Okay: The Saga Continues

same shirt so most likely what he’s experiencing on the other side. I’m almost certain he’s going to play a big role in Eleven being able to come back to the other side

Journey To The Center of the Earth (2008)

well well well, Samwise Gamgee, what’s poppin’

why does Steve have Jonathan’s bat?

as far as I can tell this treck into the Upside Down consists of Mike, Dustin, Joyce, and I can’t tell who the others are 

“ABORT ABORT!!!” (this is a different scene from the one above so I wonder what this is in reference to)

another shot of Will being scared out of his mind, this kid doesn’t ever get a break (though the background looks almost like the lab as opposed to the upside down. I could be wrong)

…well that’s concerning (kind of looks like that giant monster is chasing him)

“If you’re out there, please just give me a sign”

so this looks to be back in the Upside Down equivalent to the classroom where Eleven defeated the Demegorgan. and based on the look on her face and the previous shot above, it seems she JUST woke up

YES MY BADASS CHILD I NEVER DOUBTED YOU FOR A SECOND

yES HER RETURN IS ABOUT TO BE ICONIC

YALL MIND IF I WILD OUT OVER THESE AESTHETICS AGAIN

I’m so freaking happy for her return to Mike us

Lord almighty this season looks amazing.

Actual quotes from “The War”, EXO's album:

“Yeah, I want it, yeah, I need it.”
“You can tease me however you want.”
“Baby, a time just for us. What you do? Like this, ooh, I love you, ooh.”
“Baby we can go higher.”
“I want to lean into this night and wrap myself around you.”
“Come closer so I can feel more, I want to go even farther.”
“Let’s stay up all night.”
“I’ll cover you warmly with my whole body.”
“I’m thirsty, thirsty.”
“Yo, nice skirt, you push me up to the mound pitcher.”
“Put it to work.”
“Hit me and we’re going hard.”
“Something completely raw.”
“Let’s take this to the end, rock and roller.”
“A fire burning even deeper, not knowing how to stop, a burning heat all over my body, enduring through time.”
“I’m already back to you tied up.”
“I keep going deeper, like I’m addicted to you.”
“An adrenaline rush, pumping through my whole body. I don’t know what you do to me.”
“Up and down like a roller coaster.”
“I spread through you softly, like something familiar.”
“It goes down, down baby, leave your body to the rhythm. It goes down, down baby, let it go and scream.”
“Baby, are you down?”
“It’s our last night, a night just for us. Don’t be nervous and come to me, leave it all to me.”
“And my hands lose their way, baby, my hands, my hands.”
“In front of me now you’re feeling good now. Yeah, I’m feeling good now. (…) My mind blacks out.”
“I wake up my imagination and come up with hundreds of ideas of you.”
“With just one small move of your hands you can completely shake me up. Shake it, babe.”
“Your pale fingertips… Oh, like they’re trying to tempt me. Sometimes like they don’t care. Your gestures make me dizzy, show me more of you.”

An Aquarius was throwing and making a mess in his own room after he found out that she, his girlfriend, had finally moved on without him. I looked as he cuss and threw away some of the mementos of her, and finally stopped when he found an old photo of them together at a photobooth. He sat down and started to burst into tears. “If only.. If only I told her everything, and hadn’t kept it all in, maybe she would’ve stayed..” he said through the tears.

An Aries looked through his twitter and found a picture of his ex with someone else, he let out a soft chuckle. “Oh shit..” he laughed, and slowly he stood up and continued to laugh. “Look at this. Look at her.. Oh, she’s.. she’s fucking hilarious.” He slowly started to laugh so hard, and I watched as he began to shake and slowly made his way to the balconey and started to scream about her, just screamed her name and called her names and how he hated her but finally he broke down and cried.

A Cancer started shaking and tries to grab his phone out of our reach. “Please, let me just call her..” we shook all our heads and told him to just stay put. He begged that it’ll be just for tonight. We told him that he has had enough, but he wouldn’t listen. He wanted to call her so bad, but the truth is.. she’s about to have her wedding in a week, and he was going to tell her he still loves her after all these years.

A Capricorn and I were out in mid-town late at night, and he had too much to drink. He sways as he walks, and suddenly one of Bryson Tiller’s songs played through one of the bars nearby and he let go of me and sang through the whole verse. He finally stopped and looked at me and said, “This shit, that’s me. I wished God would saved her for me. That’s it, and fuck.. I’m not really at my best at the moment, but I loved her.”

A Gemini breath out smoke after inhaling his cigarette and he looked at the city lights from our view. “I miss her..” was all he said, taking another inhale from his cigarette. He looked at me and gave me a small smile and back at view.

A Leo drank with me, and place an arm around my shoulders and said, “I shouldn’t drink too much. These crazy thoughts are hunting me again, and I just want to crush the world. Ha, oh she’s in my head. My ex, you know? She’s in here again and.. fuck! I hate her. I miss her. You know we’re talking again, right but just as "friends”? I want more than that..“ He gave me a small playful slap on the cheek and walked to get another drink. It’s going to be a long night.

A Libra rushed to her house, knocking at her apartment door. But it was locked. Ran back downstairs and started calling her name out her window, trying to get her attention. She finally opened the window and told him to leave. I watched from the car, as he asked for her forgiveness. She shook her head and said it was too late for him.

A Pisces admitted to me how he still thinks about his ex, and how he still calls out her name and how his mind would play memories of her every single day. He can’t stand the nights because his mind would play her, her voice, her smile, the way she would call him everyday and she was his rock. As he sits here with me, tears roll down his cheek and he said, "Now here I am still holding on to her, just waiting for a sign that maybe she’d come back, and maybe we can try again.. but also maybe she’s with someone else, who.. who treats her well than I could’ve had and.. I want her to be happy, I do, but I wish.. right now.. she could be happy with me, and I am so selfish for it..”

A Sagittarius once said that he used to think too much about the relationship and how every time he was with her he would start to overthink every scenario of how she would leave him, and he would tell her and she would shook her head and promised him she would never leave… and now that she’s gone he still can’t stop thinking about her..

A Scorpio said to me, “I’m just not too sure if I could ever ask her to come back. I really messed up, you know? I could try, but would she ever give me another chance to prove to her my real worth? Can she really do that..?” I was a little loss for words. Knowing Scoprio and how he is, he seemed to be really serious about her. I just didn’t know what to say.

A Taurus and I passed by a coffee shop and he paused and peered through and saw his ex with someone else, and she’s laughing and holding this man’s hand. He gritted his teeth and his fist clenched. I put a hand on his shoulder and told him to let it go. It’s been years since they’ve together and been a two years after their break up. He slowly looked down in defeat and sighed. He walked off ahead of me..

A Virgo and I were driving out late one night around the city, and all the songs he played were just old, sad R&B music and I would watch him from time to time as he mumbled some of the lyrics to himself and would let out a small smirk when the singer goes and says, “I love you and miss you..” and he shook his head. We pulled up to a parking lot, and he got out and looked at me and said, “I do miss her, but do you think she misses me..?”

—  Regrets..
Bat Kid Patrol Shenanigans

From sunset to sunrise is a long time. These patrol shenanigans are bound to happen:

•Chicken fights begin on the roof tops of Gotham. Steph on Tim’s back, Cass on Jason’s, Damian on Dick’s, and Duke on Bab’s. When they’re feeling particularly daring(or bored) they have piggy back races from roof top to roof top. The fun evidently ends with someone nearly falls off a roof.
•Someone buys a cake(most likely Steph or Jason) and all eight bat kids find a spot on a secluded roof to wolf down the mammoth of a chocolate cake. Back at the manor, they nearly pass Alfred’s attentive eye till he catches an icing smear across Stephs gloves. Steph is now on a temporary suspension from the cake eating club.
•Girls vs boys dance competitions. The score gets real tough to judge when Dick and Barbara get real into it. We’re talking epic sprinkler and moon walks. Jason nearly fell off the roof he laughed so hard.
•With what each of the bat kids has been through, it’s rare any of them can scare one another, but that doesn’t persuade them from trying. A jump scare or a deranged mask usually gets a laugh. Each kid has tried new and clever ways to get a scream out of one another. No trick has worked till one night someone(no one has stepped up) scared Damian so bad, you could have heard his scream from across the block. It’s safe to say non of the kids have and will ever let him live that one down.
•It’s not a secret that Bruce keeps a close eye on all the kids durning the night, so it has became a well kept secret amongst the bat kids of how to sneak junk food into patrol. The heist mostly consists of two groups, one to distract Bruce and the other to run into a local convenient store and buy a full bag of sugary sweets. Gummies or anything high in sugar was banned from the Wayne house after Tim and Duke went on a sugar high and sang A Whole New World as they swung through the streets.
•Hand stand contests begin on the edge of rooftops during snack brake. Dick always wins. Tim is the first to go down, usually because Jason or Damian knocks his balance off.
•Speaking of snack brake… The kids regularly drop by Micky D’s by taking a walk through the drive threw, where they always get free food.
•And still speaking of snack brake… Slushies on the clock tower is a regular tradition. The bat kids come together as a collective and walk into the nearest gas station to load up on two slushies each(cause, you know, where does one get the energy to run over roof tops and fight bad guys?). But they were caught and banned by Bruce from all gas stations when the security footage was aired on national news tv.
•Jason found two abandoned water guns on the river bank. He than proceeded to spray every member of the bat family(except Selina) with the putrid river water. It didn’t end well for him when he got Babs in the eye. Let’s just say he’ll be feeling it in his nads for a couple of weeks.
•It’s kinda a known secret that the police HQ roof is a hot spot for “bat family sightings.” An Instagram fan page was made by an
anonymous Gothamite, which started an “unofficial competition” amongst the bat kids of who could be featured the most on the page.
•Steph created a snapchat account called the Night Birds. With her smart phone she followed each member of the bat family around, capturing spotlight moments. Some of these moments were of Jason making sarcastic kissing gestures that were directed at Dick; Damian slipping on a rain slick roof and loudly cussing in Arabic as he lands on his butt; Dick doing a perfect pirouette with Cassie(both in their uniforms on top of the clock tower); Dick, Duke, and Tim singing and jigging out to Beyonce’s Single Ladies that Dick had turned up on full volume on his phone on top the police station(an amused Gordon and an unimpressed Batman stand in the background); and Tim and Jason having an overly dramatic sword fight with two katanas they stole from Damian(the next video is of a Red Hood and a Red Robin laughing hysterically as they run from a raging Robin).

[KOR/ENG LYRICS] Tomorrow by BTS

Korean

같은 날, 같은 달
24/7 매번 반복되는 매 순간
어중간한 내 삶
20 대의 백수는 내일이 두려워 참
웃기지 어릴 땐 뭐든
가능할거라 믿었었는데
하루를 벌어 하루를 사는게
빠듯하단 걸 느꼈을 때
내내 기분은 컨트롤 비트,
계속해서 다운되네
매일매일이 Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
반복 되네

갈길은 먼데
왜 난 제자리니
답답해 소리쳐도
허공의 메아리
내일은 오늘보다는 뭔가 다르길
난 애원할 뿐야

니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
부서진대도 oh better
니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
무너진대도 oh
뒤로 달아나지마 never

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이
가장 어두우니까
먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널
절대로 잊지 마
지금 니가 어디 서 있든
잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐
포기하지 마 알잖아

너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow
멀어지진 마 tomorrow
너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow

우리가 그토록 기다린
내일도 어느새
눈을 떠보면
어제의 이름이 돼
내일은 오늘이 되고
오늘은 어제가 되고
내일은 어제가 되어
내 등 뒤에 서있네
삶은 살아지는게 아니라 살아내는 것,
그렇게 살아내다가
언젠간 사라지는 것
멍 때리다간 너, 쓸려가
If you ain’t no got the guts, trust
어차피 다 어제가 되고 말 텐데
하루하루가 뭔 의미 겠어
행복해지고, 독해지고 싶었는데
왜 자꾸 약해지기만 하지 계속
나 어디로 가,
여기로 가고 저기로 가도
난 항상 여기로 와
그리 흘러가긴 하겠지 어디론가,
끝이 있긴 할까 이 미로가

갈 길은 먼데
왜 난 제자리니
답답해 소리쳐도
허공의 메아리
내일은 오늘보다는 뭔가 다르길
난 애원할 뿐야

니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
부서진대도 oh better
니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
무너진대도 oh
뒤로 달아나지마 never

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이
가장 어두우니까
먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널
절대로 잊지 마
지금 니가 어디 서 있든
잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐
포기 하지 마 알잖아

너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow

Tomorrow, 계속 걸어
멈추기엔 우린 아직 너무 어려
Tomorrow, 문을 열어
닫기엔 많은 것들이 눈에 보여
어두운 밤이 지나면
밝은 아침도 있듯이,
알아서 내일이 오면
빛이 비추니,
걱정은 하지 말아줘
이건 정지가 아닌
니 삶을 쉬어가는
잠시 동안의 일시 정지
엄지를 올리며
니 자신을 재생해
모두 보란 듯이

니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
부서진대도 oh better
니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
무너진대도 oh
뒤로 달아나지마 never

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이
가장 어두우니까
먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널
절대로 잊지 마
지금 니가 어디 서 있든
잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐
포기 하지 마 알잖아

너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow
멀어지진 마 tomorrow
너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow

English

Same day, same moon
24/7, every moment repeats itself
My life is mediocre
The jobless in his 20s is afraid of tomorrow
It’s funny, when I was young I believed anything was possible
But when I realized that living hand to mouth was difficult
I keep feeling like the ‘Control’ beat,
It keeps getting downloaded
Every day is like Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
It keeps repeating

There’s a long way to go
But why am I still standing in place
Although I scream out in frustration
All it is, is an echo in the void
Let tomorrow be different from today
That’s all I’m begging for

Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if you break, oh better
Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if it crumbles down, oh
Don’t run backwards, never

Because the dawn just before the sunrise
Is the darkest
Even in the far future, don’t ever forget
The you of right now
No matter where you’re standing right now
You’re just resting for a while
Don’t give up, you know it

Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow

Even the tomorrow that we’ve waited so long for, suddenly,
When your open your eyes
It takes the name of yesterday
Tomorrow becomes today,
Today becomes yesterday.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday and
Is standing behind my back.
Life isn’t living, but surviving,
Surviving like that,
then one day disappearing
If you stay in a daze you’ll get swept away
If you ain’t no got the guts, trust
It’ll all end up becoming yesterday,
So what’s the point of each day
I wanted to become happy, become tough,
But why do I keep getting weaker
Where do I go,
Even though I go here and there
I always end up back here
Yes, I’ll probably flow along somewhere,
Does this maze even have an end

There’s a long way to go
But why am I still standing in place
Although I scream out in frustration
All it is, is an echo in the void
Let tomorrow be different from today
That’s all I’m begging for

Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if you break, oh better
Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if it crumbles down, oh
Don’t turn and run away, never

Because the dawn just before the sunrise
Is the darkest
Even in the far future, don’t ever forget
The you of right now
No matter where you’re standing right now
You’re just resting for a while,
Don’t give up, you know it

Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.

Tomorrow, keep walking
We’re too young to stop just yet
Tomorrow, open the door
We can see too many things to shut it.
Just like after the dark night
Comes the bright morning,
When tomorrow comes
The light will automatically shine
So don’t worry
This isn’t a stop,
But just a short pause
While you take a break from your life
Raise your thumb and
Play yourself
So that everyone can see

Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if you break, oh better
Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if it crumbles down, oh
Don’t turn and run away, never

Because the dawn just before the sunrise
Is the darkest
Even in the far future, don’t ever forget
The you of right now
No matter where you’re standing right now
You’re just resting for a while,
Don’t give up, you know (it)

Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow

(*T/N: Refers to Big Sean’s ‘Control’, which is a diss track that started a conflict between rappers. The beat was downloaded and used by many underground Korean rappers to diss their opponents. One of the songs was called “Ctrl+alt+del*2”, which might be why he added the “Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V” part. Also, the word ‘downloaded’ is the same word used to express ‘feeling down’ in Korean, so the lyrics are a wordplay to show how depressed he feels.)

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[TRANS] EXO :: KoKoBop

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Shimmie shimmie, Ko Ko Bop
I think I like it
Let your guard down down,
don’t be shy.

I work my way into your dizzy heart,
spread through you softly, like something familiar.

Ah woo, it’s a calm night.
Ah woo, a night all for you.
Unable to help it, I fall for you, yeah yeah.
I get drunk on your movements, yeah yeah.

Forget what you knew about me today.
Hidden instincts shimmie up.

It goes down down baby,
leave your body to the rhythm.
It goes down down baby,
let it go and scream, oh, we’re, oh,
we going Ko Ko Bop.

Hey!

Shimmie shimmie Ko Ko Bop
I think I like it
Bit by bit, let it down down,
don’t be shy.

Don’t pay attention to what anyone says,
just be beautiful like you are right now.
I want time to stop like this, baby are you down?

Ah woo, it’s our last night.
Ah woo, a night just for us.
Don’t be nervous and come to me, yeah yeah.
Leave it all to me, yeah yeah.

Slowly losing control, let it all go today.
Don’t care what anyone else thinks,* shaking up.

It goes down down baby,
leave your body to the rhythm.
It goes down down baby,
let it go and scream, oh, we’re, oh…

Break it down now
Hey!
We go down now
(Listen!)

In the deep night you shine even brighter,
your eyes tell me everything.
I want you on this great night.
I know, it’s okay, start now.
Let’s go!
It’s about to go go.

Down down baby,
leave your body to the rhythm.
It goes down down baby,
let it go and scream, oh, we’re, oh,
going Ko Ko Bop

Down down baby,
whisper by my ear.
It goes down down boaby,
burn up my heart, oh, I’m going crazy, oh,
going Ko Ko Bop.

Teen Wolf Preference

PREFERENCE: YOU GET HURT

(Isaac’s is my favorite, the rest are moderately average lol sorry for this)

P.S. I know you guys like these and I want to do more but you have to understand they take REALLY long to write so some patience would be appreciated. please and thank you. xoxoxo

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

 Scott McCall

I was walking home from Deaton’s animal clinic after my shift when I felt a presence behind me.

“Hello?” I called looking around.

I didn’t hear anything so I continued on my way. Normally I was okay walking home by myself but tonight felt different. I felt a chill run down my spine. I gripped the strap of my bag and picked up my pace. I don’t know why but I couldn’t get over this fear that I was being followed.

“whoever you are leave me alone!” I screamed before sprinting down the alley that would eventually lead to my house.

I was looking back when I tripped over my feet falling to the ground. I hit the ground hard causing the contents of my backpack to spill all over the pavement. I could still feel the presence as I struggled to gather my books. Suddenly someone grabbed my arm causing me to scream.

“y/n hey it’s okay it’s just me!”

I looked up and there was my co-worker and friend Scott McCall. I was relieved to see him.

“Scott?” I questioned looking at him.

“are you okay?” Scott asked helping me up.

“I thought someone was following me.” I admitted looking at the ground.

“here let me help you.” Scott said bending down and helping me pick up my books.

We reached for the same book causing our hands to touch. I quickly pulled mine back and tried to fight the smile that appeared on my face.

“thanks.” I said grabbing the book from him.

“do you uh want me to walk you home?” Scott asked rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

I couldn’t fight the smile that appeared on my face.

“sure Scott that sounds great.” I said shyly.

The rest of the walk to my house was silent but I definitely felt safer with Scott by my side. We walked up to my porch still not saying anything.

“thanks Scott you really didn’t have to do this.” I said turning to face him with a small smile on my face.

“I know I didn’t but I wanted to.” He said returning the smile.

I reached over and gave Scott a hug. He returned it wrapping his arms around me. He pulled away quickly.

“y/n you’re bleeding.” He said looking at my knee.

I looked down to see my pants were torn and I had a large cut on my knee.

“wow I didn’t even feel this.” I said giggling a little.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” Scott said grabbing my hand and walking in my house.

He brought me to my kitchen and picked me up before sitting me down on top of the counter. He walked over grabbing some paper towels and running them under the water from the sink. He came rolling up my pant leg and pressing the towel to my bleeding knee. I flinched quickly grabbing his hand.

“sorry.” I said letting go.

“It’ll only hurt for a little.” He said walking over and getting a bandage,.

He came back over putting it on the cut. I couldn’t help but admire how sweet he was.

“all better."  He said smiling and standing up.

"thanks.” I said for the third time tonight.

Scott and I just stood there looking at each other until his gaze dropped down to my lips. I felt my heart rate speed up as he slowly leaned in. I met him the rest of the way connecting my lips to his. I could feel him smiling throughout the kiss. He pulled away resting his forehead on mine.

“I’m all better now.” I said not being able to stop the smile on my face.

Originally posted by tweenw

Stiles Stilinski

Stiles and I were both really awkward and clumsy people so when it came to our relationship things usually got really bad really fast. Today was no different. Stiles was supposed to come over to study for the chemistry test but I had a different idea. I was ready to take our relationship to the next level. I knew that Stiles was too shy to bring up the sex talk so I knew I had to be the one to do it. Earlier this week I went to the store and purchased some lingerie, I was currently sitting in my room in the outfit I bought.

“so babe I have a question about page 45 in the textbook.” Stiles said walking in looking down at his chem textbook.

“yes baby?” I said in the most seductive voice I could manage.

Stiles looked up immediately dropping his textbook. I could see his cheeks starting to turn pink.

“uh w-w-what are you doing?” Stiles stuttered looking at my body up and down.

“what do you mean baby?” I purred standing up and walking over to where he was standing.

“uh why are you uh wearing that?” Stiles said gesturing to my outfit.

“you don’t like it?” I asked suddenly feeling insecure.

“no no my gosh I love it, I am just confused.” Stiles said not taking his eyes off my body.

“I was hoping that we could you know take our relationship to the next level.” I said hoping Stiles would catch on.

“what do you mean?” He said swallowing hard.

seriously how dumb could this boy be?

“SEX STILES I’M TALKING ABOUT SEX!” I yelled throwing my arms in the air.

“oh.” Stiles said rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

“just forget about it.” I said gathering my robe and walking to the bathroom.

“no wait.” Stiles called.

He went to run after me but slipped on his textbook. He fell crashing right into me.

“oh my god y/n I’m so sorry.” Stiles said getting off me.

“my arm, I think you broke my arm.” I cried clutching my arm that was slowly turning a deep shade of purple.  

“oh gosh.” Stiles panicked.

He ran over picking me up and taking me to his jeep. I put on clothes while he drove to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. I was seen by Dr. Dunbar my arm was indeed broken. Stiles stood in the waiting room while I was fitted for a cast. He came in later looking distraught. He sat down beside me taking my hand in his.

“wow I’m boyfriend of the year, my girlfriend wants to have sex and I break her arm.” Stiles said looking at me.

I didn’t mean to but I started busting up laughing at the situation causing Stiles to laugh too.

“We are some couple huh.” I said leaning my head on his shoulder.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Stiles said kissing my forehead

“me either. I love you Stiles.” I said kissing him.

“I love you too baby.” Stiles said when he pulled away.

If just kissing him gave me this feeling I couldn’t wait to know what having sex with him would do to me.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

I was just getting to my last patient of the night. I was completely exhausted from the day but I sucked it up going in to my last patients room. Cora Hale. I felt bad for her, she was just a young girl and she was dying. Doctors couldn’t figure it out either. I was the newest RN here and Cora was my first ever patient so I felt extra sympathy for her. Even worse, her brother Derek was taking it really hard.

“hey Derek.” I said offering him a small smile.

“oh hey.” He said looking up.

Derek was always here, he never left. I had to talk the security guards out of throwing him out on multiple occasions. I felt for him. I lost my little sister in a car accident a while ago so I knew what losing a sibling felt like.

“any changes?” I asked looking at her monitor.

“no, nothing.” He said grabbing her hand.

I took this time to get a good look at him. He looked like he hadn’t slept or eaten in days. I walked over placing my hand on his shoulder.

“Derek, how about you let me take you down to the cafeteria and buy you a coffee?” I offered slightly nervous.

He was an attractive man, someone that a girl like me would probably never have a chance with. He looked between me and Cora like he was debating it.

“She’ll be fine Derek, besides you look like you need some if your going to stay awake.” I said smiling slightly.

He nodded his head while standing up. I checked Cora’s monitor once more before following Derek. As soon as we were out of the room Derek stopped before turning around to look at me.

“thank you.” He said grabbing my small hand in his large one.

I gave him another smile, squeezing his hand.

“no need to thank me Derek, it’s my job. Now let’s go get that coffee!” I said walking.

Derek followed beside me not letting go of my hand. I could feel my heart beat race with each step we took with our hands intertwined. We rounded a corner to be met with a women. She had red eyes, claws and fangs. I had to rub my eyes to make sure I wasn’t seeing things. I noticed Derek tense from beside me.

“Derek, Derek, Derek I’m sorry about your sister.” the woman said growling at Derek.

Derek dropped my hand, his chest was heaving.

“y/n get out of here.” Derek said in a low voice.

“Derek I can’t leave you.” I said afraid of what this woman was capable of.

“better listen to him sweetheart.” The women snarled again.

“go.” Derek said.

His tone was completely different now, scary almost. I started to back up slowly until I bumped into someone else. I turned around to be met with another creature. This time it was a man with red eyes, claws, and fangs. I did the only logical thing I could think of. I fainted.

………………………………………….

“y/n wake up.” A voice whispered in my ear.

I felt something cold pressed on my forehead causing me to slowly flutter my eyes open. Derek was standing over me pressing a cold rag to my forehead.

“Are you okay?” Derek asked looking concerned.

“please tell me none of that was real.” I said looking at him.

“none of what? We were going to get coffee and you just passed out.” Derek said feeling my forehead.

“oh yeah I knew that.” I said blushing.

I know what I saw. But I dropped it not knowing what else to do. You can’t just tell someone you saw people that looked like animals.

“so still want that coffee?” He asked shyly looking at his hands.

“yeah that’d be great.” I said smiling.

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

Isaac Lahey

I let out another moan as Isaac kissed down my neck. A few more thrusts and we had both finished. Isaac rolled off of me getting up and putting on his underwear. Isaac tossed me my underwear and his t-shirt. I quickly slipped them on and curled back up in my sheets. I took this time to admire my handsome boyfriend.

“what are you staring at?” Isaac asked a little smirk on his face.

“just my perfect werewolf boyfriend.” I answered smirking as well.

Isaac looked down. It was hard for him to accept compliments since his dad pretty much told him he was worthless his whole entire life.

“you don’t mean that.” Isaac said quietly.

“Isaac listen to my heartbeat. you. are. perfect. to. me.” I said slowly.

His smile grew with every word that I spoke.

“come here stay the night.” I said patting the bed beside me.

Isaac smiled crawling in bed beside me. I leaned in to him letting him wrap his arms around me. He kissed my forehead before resting his chin on top of my head.

“I love you Isaac.” I said cuddling closer to him.

“I love you too baby.” Isaac said.

I soon fell asleep listening to the rhythmic patterns of his heart beat. I was awoken to Isaac violently shaking in bed beside me.

“Isaac wake up.” I said shaking him.

“No I don’t want to go in the freezer!” Isaac screamed thrashing some more.

“Isaac please wake up.” I said shaking him some more.

I knew he was abused by his father but I didn’t know how bad it was until now. Isaac shot up, his eyes were golden yellow and he had his claws and fangs extended.

“Isaac.” I said not daring to move.

Isaac looks at me raising his claws.

“Isaac wait no don’t!” I yelled.

 I quickly move my arm to cover my body. He claws my arm leaving five long bleeding gashes. I gasped from the impact falling out of the bed. Isaac gets up still in his wolf form. I think he’s still in his dream.

“Isaac baby please wake up, you don’t want to hurt me I know you don’t.” I cried holding my bleeding arm.

Isaac still walked forward growling at me. I backed up until I hit my bedroom door. He closed the distance wrapping his hands around my throat.

“Isaac.” I gasped trying to pry his hands off my throat.

He still wouldn’t wake up. I started to get light headed quickly I did the last thing  I could think of to wake him up. I took my hand and cupped his cheek, stroking it with my thumb.

“I love you. I love you so much.” I whispered.

Isaacs eyes started to shift back to their beautiful blue color and his grip loosened. Suddenly he dropped me to the ground fully transforming back to himself. I gasped for air relieved I could breath again. I grabbed the sweatshirt on the floor covering my bleeding arm.

“y/n?” Isaac said with tears in his eyes.

He looked at me, my neck no doubt covered in bruises from his fingers, my arm bleeding pretty badly.

“oh god what did I do.” Isaac said looking horrified.

I was scared too. For the first time I was scared of him. He approached me causing me to flinch. He stopped dead in his tracks a heart broken look washing over his face. He let a few more tears fall down his face before running out of my house. I wanted to run after him and tell him everything was okay but I couldn’t make myself move, I was frozen in fear.

Originally posted by dsprayberry

Liam Dunbar

I felt the stare of all the students as I walked down the halls. They knew something was up. Being the girlfriend of Liam Dunbar was dangerous. Lately he was angry and out of control and students were starting to figure out that they didn’t exactly live in the world they once thought they did. Liam was a werewolf  the only one left in school. I walked to my locker which was right beside the boys locker room.

“have you seen Liam lately?” Mason asked coming to stand beside me.

Liam hasn’t talked to me since Brett Talbot died. Liam lost control in front of a bunch of people and was hiding now. Scott promised me that he’d find him and everything would be okay but nothing was okay. Nolan walked past me and Mason glaring.

“just ignore them, I got to head to class but text me if you hear from Liam okay?” Mason said giving me a hug.

I nodded my head turning back to my locker. I felt another presence behind me.

“Mason I haven’t heard from him.” I said turning around, but it wasn’t Mason.

There were a few boys from the lacrosse team. I only recognized two, Nolan and Gabe.

“if you’re looking for Liam I haven’t seen him.” I said quietly.

The boys looked at each other smirking.

“oh we found Liam we were actually looking for you.” Nolan smirked.

Suddenly the boys grabbed me by my arms and legs. I started fighting back kicking and screaming but they quickly pushed me in the boys locker room. All of the other lacrosse team members were holding Liam. He had a bloody nose and busted lip. His eyes got wide when he saw me. The boys dropped me on the floor in front of Liam.

“Liam.” I gasped at the sight of him.

“Let her go.” Liam growled.

“we had it all wrong, we should’ve known you could take us beating you but what about putting a couple bruises on this girlfriend of yours?” Gabe said sadistically.

“don’t please.” Liam begged.

One boy grabbed me by my hair yanking me off the floor. Liam started to breath heavily trying to fight his inner wolf from escaping.

“Liam don’t.” I said not wanting anything to happen to him.

“what are you protecting him from?" Gabe asked getting in my face.

"go to hell.” I spat.

Gabe punched me straight in the face.

“STOP.” Liam growled his breathing becoming even heavier.

“Liam I can take it.” I said not really believing my own words.

Gabe punched me again. I could feel blood trickle down from my nose.

“I SAID STOP.” Liam growled louder now.

I could tell he was seconds away from shifting.

“do something about it." Nolan taunted.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”

I never thought I’d be so happy to hear that voice. Coach Finstock came in grabbing Gabe and Nolan by their necks.

“YOU TWO, PRINCIPLES OFFICE NOW!” Coach yelled.

Liam ran over to me. He took his shirt off and held it on my bleeding nose.

“GET OUT ALL OF YOU. I CAN’T STAND TO LOOK AT ANY OF YOU!” Coach yelled ushering the other students out of the room.

Coach came over looking at me and Liam. He patted us on the back before helping us up.

“you shouldn’t have done that. You took a punch for me.” Liam said stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“Liam, I’d do anything for you.” I said honestly.

“I love you.” Liam said leaning in.

“I love you too.” I said before connecting our lips.

Originally posted by longhidden-dreams

Brett Talbot

I was out on the bleachers of Devenford Prep working on homework. I usually spent my free period this way. I wasn’t exactly what you call popular. In fact I was invisible to almost everyone. Seriously google earth couldn’t even find me even if I was dressed up as a ten story building. When people do notice me I usually get bullied. I was about to do another calculus problem when I heard boys yelling. The lacrosse boys came running out on the field.

“oh hey nerd girl, we’re having an extra practice here so you might want to leave.” A popular boy named Jake yelled causing the other boys to laugh.

I looked down feeling my face become red.

“you need all the practice you can get Jake, she could probably own you on this field.” Another boy yelled causing all the players to laugh even louder.

I looked up at the boy who spoke up for me. It was Brett Talbot the most popular boy at Devenford Prep. He was captain of the lacrosse team and every girl at the school wanted him. He looked up at me offering me a small smile. I shyly looked down at my math book.

“She could not!” Jake said getting defensive.

“then you better leave her alone and get to practicing.” Brett said high fiving his team mates.

I couldn’t fight the smile on my face. Brett Talbot stuck up for me. I was a nobody and he stuck up for me. The boys started practicing making it hard to focus on homework. I was on the next problem when a voice yelled.

“y/n watch out!”

I made a mistake looking up. One of the boys lacrosse balls hit me right in the face. I could feel the sting making tears come to my eyes. Some of the boys rushed over crowding me. I started to panic, I wasn’t used to this and I was very uncomfortable.

“guys back up, give her some space.”

The boys dispersed leaving only Brett Talbot standing in front of me.

“are you okay?” Brett asked kneeling in front of me.

I was speechless, literally.

“come on let me take you to the nurse.” Brett said grabbing my arm.

He walked me to the nurses office asking me repeatedly if I was alright. It was really sweet. The nurse gave me an ice pack saying I’d only have a minor bruise on my cheek. I was sitting on the table swinging my feet when someone walked in the room. Surprisingly Brett was still here.

“I told you they still needed practice.” Brett said rubbing the back of his neck.

“yeah the aim was a little off.” I said showing him the bruise on my face.

“does it hurt?” He asked sitting beside me.

It actually hurt a lot but I didn’t want to tell him that.

“uh not to bad.” I said shrugging my shoulders.

Brett sat down beside me grabbing my hand in his. Suddenly my cheek didn’t hurt anymore. It was weird it’s as if he took away my pain I knew that wasn’t possible though.

“I’m really sorry about that.” Brett said looking at me.

“don’t be sorry it wasn’t your fault. Besides you stuck up for me.” I said smiling at me.

“yeah well Jake’s an idiot you aren’t a nerd I wish I was as smart as you, then maybe I wouldn’t be failing calculus.” Brett said looking down at his feet.

“you can’t be failing calculus you’re the best player we have on the team!” I said  looking at him.

“I won’t be if I’m ineligible.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“I’ll tutor you.” I offered.

Brett looked up at me smiling.

“that’s sweet of you but I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you.”

“you aren’t using me, I offered.” I said giving him a smile.

“I’ll make you a deal, you tutor me and I’ll make sure that the lacrosse players leave you alone.” Brett said extending his hand.

“why would you help me?” I questioned honestly wondering why he was trying to help me.

“why wouldn’t I. You’re nice, smart, beautiful.” He said slowly not looking at me.

Wait was thee Brett Talbot nervous?

“you really think that?” I asked perking up.

“I don’t think, I know.” Brett said meeting my eyes.

“then you got a deal.” I said sticking my hand out.

 Brett smiled shaking my hand. I could tell this was the start of something beautiful.

Originally posted by artoftransformations

Theo Raeken

I didn’t expect to fall for the enemy, but I did. I fell hard. Even after he tried to kill me, I still felt the longing to be with him. I was under his spell and I just couldn’t break it.

“maybe we should call Theo.” I offered receiving glares from all of the other pack members.

“Theo? You mean that little lying, murdering psychopath.” Liam said crossing his arms.

“Liam he saved your ass on more than one occasion and he helped us defeat the wild hunt, I mean if we’re being hunted by actual professional killers, another set of claws wouldn’t hurt us.” I defended glaring at the other beta.

I looked to our alpha Scott for guidance. I could tell this was weighing heavily on him. We were losing people and it was killing him. He wanted to save everyone but we were already losing. Satomi’s pack was dead, our pack was next. I was only 18, I didn’t want to die yet. I was born a werewolf, I didn’t get to chose the life I wanted.

“they think you’re killing innocent people. Theo actually did kill innocent people.” Mason said defending Liam.

“but we’re not do my eyes look blue to you.” I said flashing my golden eyes.

“and it doesn’t matter if he did, they’re going to hunt all of us either way.” I added crossing my arms across my chest.

“Scott what do you think?” Liam asked.

Scott looked between me and Liam.

“I think if you can find him y/n, another set of claws would do us good.” Scott said exiting his house followed by a complaining Liam and Mason.

I smiled to myself. Now I just needed to find him. I picked up my phone dialing his number. He didn’t answer, he never did. After the wild hunt, Scott told him that he wasn’t needed anymore. I felt bad for him.  I walked out of his house going to the sheriffs station. Hopefully I’d be able to find some information there. As I was approaching the Sheriffs station, I heard the click of a gun from behind me. I turned around slowly showing my eyes, fangs, and claws.

“easy there.” The guy holding the gun said.

I looked around me to see I was surrounded by a group of men holding loaded guns all pointed at me.

“go ahead pull that trigger.” I growled taunting the men .

The guy smirked before pulling the trigger. I was easily able to dodge his bullet. I ran at the man tackling him to the ground. Another shot at me making my attention turn to him. I ran at him grabbing the barrel of the gun and snapping it. I growled throwing him into a wall. There were so many of them I didn’t see the man approaching behind. He shot the gun hitting me directly making the bullet go in my back and out through my stomach. I clutched the wound dropping to my knees.

“wolfsbane.” I coughed becoming paralyzed.

A man came over bending down to face me.

“we have a special place for monsters like you.” He said before punching me and knocking me out.

“y/n get up.” I heard a faint voice say

“Y/n get up.” the voice said louder now.

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, but I couldn’t move. I was in a dim room chained to a chain link fence. I started to freak out.

“y/n look at me.”

I knew that voice. I looked over to see Theo chained beside me. On my other side was two other werewolves.

“where are we Theo?” I questioned looking around the room.

“you’re in my house now.” A voice said coming in the room.

“Schrader?” I asked looking at the figure.

“the one and only.” He smirked.

“let us go or I’ll.” I started but was quickly cut off.

“or you’ll what, I control you now.” Schrader said walking over to his desk.

That’s when I heard the electricity buzzing and realized what he was doing. He grabbed the dial turning up the voltage. We writhed in pain as he shocked us. The other werewolves beside me started talking earning us more shocking.

“will you guys shut up and let me do the talking!” Theo growled at us.

Theo turned to Schrader giving him a smirk that made me weak at the knees.

“what they let you shock us a little but not do any real damage.” Theo taunted.

I looked at him wide eyed. He might be tough right now, but I just got shot with wolfsbane causing my healing abilities to be a little slow.

“oh you want more.” Schrader asked walking up to Theo.

“No we’re fine, tell him who you killed.” I said to the other werewolves.

“oh yeah I want more.” Theo said growling.

Was he trying to get us killed? Schrader made sure we could see him turning the dial to the max setting. He flicked the switch causing us excruciating pain. I growled feeling the volts sink in to my skin. Theo growled pulling his arms. I realized what he was doing. He broke free tackling Schrader to the ground. He fought with Schrader only shortly before getting the upper hand. He turned the switch off cutting off the flow of electricity. My head drooped signifying how weak I was feeling. Theo came over to me cutting me loose. I fell in his arms.

“Theo if you ever do something that stupid again. I’ll kill you.” I said in between heavy breaths.

“nice to see you too.” He said smiling at me.

“seriously though I will kill you.” I threatened but he could see through my fake attitude.

“you couldn’t kill me, you like me too much.” He smirked cupping my cheek with his hand.

I could feel the blush spread to my cheeks. He leaned down slowly but stopped when someone cleared their throat.

“are you going to get us down?” The girl said.

“I’m still thinking about it.” Theo growled looking at her.

“we’ll finish this later.” He said turning to me and winking.

I never meant to fall for the enemy but I was glad that I did.

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Prom hasn’t been feeling very well but he’s not willing to skip on his training, not least of all because it’s time he gets to spend with Noct. He takes a hit and it’s not very hard but Prompto doubles over, mouth open in a silent scream as the colour drains from his face. 

Noctis of course assumes he’s done something to cause this, not making the connection that Prompto’s self proclaimed ‘it’s just a cold’ might have been something more.

Something like maybe appendicitis. He tries to get back to his feet because Noct is panicking thinking that he’s somehow caused this. But prompto doesnt even get half way to standing before he’s collapsing and Noctis drops down after him.

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Skyline {III}

Originally posted by coolbackflips

Warnings: Blood

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: You guys!!!!  I can’t believe you are all so nice honestly!!!!  I hit 500 followers today so as a thank you, here is pt. 3 a day earlier than expected!!  Forgive me if there are any mistakes, as I stayed up late to finish it (I have to be up in six hours for work oh lord) and I really hope you guys like it.  There most definitely will be a pt. 4, and possibly pt. 5, as this scene became longer than expected, and I decided to split it between two chapters.  Again, thank you so much, guys.  All my love.

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As the end of August neared, you began to fear the return of school.  Not because you hated it—in fact, you were fond of school.  You liked learning, you liked seeing your friends from certain classes, and you even missed some of your teachers. However, with the return of your school came the return of Spider-Man’s school.  He had explained to you how difficult it was to balance the responsibilities of his civilian life with the responsibilities of being a superhero. Between those tightropes of time management, you doubted there would be any hours allotted to visiting you.

You knew that you had no right to be sad about your predicament.  The right thing to do would be to not think selfishly, and just be happy with the time you were given with someone who doesn’t normally share their world. But, no matter how many times you had a talk with yourself, you still couldn’t bring yourself out of your melancholy thoughts.

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HELLO POLICE I’D LIKE YOU TO ARREST THIS BOY FOR BEING A FCUKING SWEETHEART AND MELTING MY HEART THAT’S NOT ALLOWED

To Realise

A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!!

A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking inside of them. Instant realisation.

Yoosung:

-       He was already running late. This was not the first impression he wanted to give to everyone! He was in University! He was intelligent! He knew how to set a simple alarm!

-       … in theory yes, in practise… not so much… hence the lateness…

-       It also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember which lecture theatre he was meant to be in- which meant he had to stop and scan for his name at each door on the floor… four down three to go…

-       Kim Yoosung… Kim Yoosung… Kim… nope not that room!

-       When he got to the final room (because of course it had to be the final room) he managed to find his name… but his eyes were mysteriously drawn to another name, his mouth wrapping itself around the syllables before he knew what he was doing…

-       “M… MC?”

-       His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, his knees went wobbly and his head felt light and fuzzy, yet so damn clear at the same time. Yoosung stilled himself, bracing his arms against the doorframe to insure he wouldn’t fall flat on his face.

-       What was happening to him?

-       He had never felt this way before- was he coming down with something? He touched the back of his hand against his forehead and sure enough he was warm and sweaty.

-       Though, granted, it could have been because he had been running for the last fifteen minutes and trying not to burst out crying because he was going to be late- not because he was sick and dying.

-       His stomach fluttered and his mouth ran dry… no, he must be getting sick. Maybe he shouldn’t have eaten that pizza that was left over… from three days ago. He really needed to start cooking more.

-       Yoosung clamped his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe deeply, he could get through this. It was only one hour. He could do this.

-       Opening the door, the newly blonde haired student waltzed into the theatre only to have the entire room turn to face him.

-       Great. He must have been later than he thought he was.

-       Only to have them all shrug and continue on with their conversations.

-       Yoosung turned to his left to where their professor was meant to be standing, only to see it empty- the teacher was late? He wasn’t the last one to class? Finally! He managed to catch a break!

-       Running a hand through his sweat soaked hair and laughing as he wiped his palm on his jeans, Yoosung shook his head at how stupid he was to worry so much… besides, chiding himself made it easier to forget the uneasy feeling coursing through his veins.

-       It wasn’t a bad sensation, just… different. Good. Like little bubbles of pure emotion streaming through his blood. Why he felt happy and excited and nervous all at the same time…  he didn’t know. Weirdest case of food poisoning he ever had that was for sure-

-       He began to scan the rows of seats for the easiest spot to slip into and found one close to the middle just on the aisle without anyone sitting in between him and the girl on the other side, the really pretty girl laughing with her friends…

-       Yoosung pressed his blunt nails into the flesh of his palm to wake himself up from his unintentional staring. He took in a bolstering breath and psyched himself up just so he could sit down, it’s not like the cute girl had noticed him or his existence or anything. It would be fine.

-       Edging into the chair and adjusting the fold up side table he began to unpack his books and pens, only for his latest guide for LOLOL to slip out from between his textbooks.

-       The girl next to him caught sight of the bright colours from the side of her eye and turned around, her eyes focused on the cover of the magazine before they shot up to look him in the eye.

-       She was stunning. And she looked disgusted with him.

-       “Tsk, another one of those computer geeks who do nothing but sit in their dark little apartments and fall in love with fictional characters,” she sneered as her friends cackled behind her… clearly none of them had grown up any since graduating from high school. Yoosung sighed and was about to shyly excuse himself when-

-       Yeah, that’s right! We sit in our apartments and fall in love with fictional characters who still have far more depth and strength of character in one pixel than you could ever have in your entire being… Girl- did you regress into your 7th grade form over the holidays after graduating- it’s cool if you did, I’d like to study you for my psychology lab- I’ll entitle it, ‘Dumb bitch, scared and out of her league, forgets how to act like a decent human being.’ Know what? Just leave- you’re not appreciated here- we wouldn’t want to infect you with our geekiness.”

-       Yoosung turned around to see a girl with big earphones and an even bigger hoodie sitting forward giving the first (not so cute anymore) girl the most menacing glare he had ever seen, bar the ones his mother wielded.

-       The group of girls huffed and tried to retort under their breaths before packing up and moving rows.

-       Headphones girl clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she made up her mind; she slung her cross-body bag over her shoulder as she clambered over the seats to sit next to Yoosung. The girl slightly winded from her almost-argument and her repositioning, offered the blonde boy a crooked grin- one he returned without hesitation.

-       “So… LOLOL boy- you gonna let me look at that guide? I was meaning to pick one up today after class but since you have one right here…” she eluded as she quirked one eyebrow up to test if he caught her drift. He did. He handed her the guide.

-       “H-hey… thanks for before… I didn’t know what I should say, if I should say anything at all-”

“No sweat LOLOL boy-”

“Hahah are you going to call me that forever?” he asked, laughing as he rubbed the back of his neck.

-       The girl eyed him critically from behind the pages of the guide.

“Pretty much, yes.”

Yoosung chuckled as he twirled his pen through the tips of his fingers, happy to feel the earlier wash of illness and emotion wane into nothing but a sense of peace and calm.

“Well, can I at least have a name to call you? Butt-Kicking Classmate is kind of a mouthful.”

“And yet so apt-”

“Yes I understand this but-”

-       “MC. My name is MC.”

The waning was nothing but the calm before the storm, the eye of the tornado- and Yoosung was the poor cow stuck up 1000 feet in the air and she… she was the tornado. The boy sat back as he burnt up, his cheeks flaring as he bit his lip to not shout out from the sheer heat that he endured. Why did this happen every time he heard her name? Or said her name? Or even thought of her name? It was infuriating!

“What should I call you if not LOL-”

“Yoosung. Kim… Kim Yoosung.”

-       He had heard a soft gasp from behind the pages of the guide and he didn’t miss the way her hands trembled, or how wide her eyes had become. Slowly but steadily, MC drew the magazine down past her chin until her entire face was visible to him… that fluttering in his stomach, that fuzzy but clear feeling- it all came rushing back one hundred-fold.

-       “Yoosung… Kim… you say?” she asked, her once confident voice all but whispered.

-       He had never heard his name sound so beautiful.

-       “Yes, Yoosung Kim…” he confirmed with the smallest of nods of his head, watching as she swallowed some saliva and captivated in the way her throat moved as she did so. He was entranced by the way her mouth seemed to want to do a thousand different things, smile, talk, laugh, scream… so damn expressive.

-       MC clicked her tongue once more as she was wont to do when she made an important decision and put the guide back down on his desk before leaning forward, completely invading his personal space. Not that he was complaining. In fact… she could invade it more. It didn’t seem close enough.

-       “Yoosung Kim… I’ve been looking for you, for a long time,” she smiled, her warm hand resting atop his, a flash of electricity passing through their touch.

“You have? Why? I’m just me, little old Yoosung…”

-       She threw her head back and laughed and to him it sounded like bells chiming.

-       “Yes, you are little old Yoosung, but from today - you are my little old Yoosung…” she pointed out as her pointer finger booped him firmly on the tip of his nose.

“Well if I’m yours, th-then you’re mine!” he answered his chest puffing out slightly- why had he said that? When did he become so damn brazen? Was he going crazy?

“Hahaha, duh! If you’re my Soulmate then I’m your Soulmate- so of course I’m yours!”

“….. Soul… soul what?”

-       His parents had never told him anything about Soulmates, didn’t prepare him for what was to come. He was hit by a truck and completely floored.

-       The truck was named MC. He didn’t want to get up.

-       “Care to explain?”

-       MC stared at him completely dumbfounded, her mouth agape and her eyes even wider than before. She inhaled and nodded, resigning herself to the fact that the love of her life was completely innocent and that she did indeed have to teach him everything.

-       It was going to be so much fun.

-       “You see when a man and a woman love each other very much-”

“MC I KNOW ABOUT SEX I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT SOULMATES!” he hissed loud enough for the two rows surrounding them to snigger at.

“Sex? Who said anything about sex? Geez, I say soulmate and you’re already trying to get into my pants-”

“MC!” he whined, his amethyst eyes large and pleading. Of course, she acquiesced.

-       “Forever Yoosung. It means that you and me, until death do us part, no matter what… it’s me and you.”

-       He took a moment to process this, that he had literally no choice in who he fell in love with- that fate intervened and made sure that he had someone to love and someone to love him in return for the rest of his life… it was just so much to take in…

-       MC entwined her fingers with his when she noticed what she assumed was struggle painted on his face. This, he was going to have this, forever.

-       It didn’t matter that he had just met the girl, that he knew nothing about her- his body knew before he did.
He already loved her.

-       He smiled and squeezed her hand back.

-       “Okay… I think I’m okay with that.”



Zen:

-       His first motion picture…

-       He was beside himself. He couldn’t believe that his agent had managed to get him this part! It was meant for a more well-known leading man and an unknown actress but they had fallen in love with how well he had read for the part and how well his headshots looked against the actress’s.  

-       He hadn’t been told who they had chosen, it wasn’t like it really mattered at the end of the day- the girl was an unknown, fresh faced and new in the show business role. She had never acted a day in her life but the casting director had seen her on the street and she had just the aesthetic he was after- it was just pure dumb luck that she was natural at acting.

-       He had planned to talk to her at the read through but she had lost her voice and couldn’t attend… it wasn’t until they were both there for the first physical run through of the scenes that they actually met…

-       “Oh hi! You must be-”

“Yeah! You’re the actress playing MC right?-”

-       He didn’t get to finish his sentence, nor did she.

-       She was whisked off to fit some costumes and he… he couldn’t breathe.

-       The moment he said MC, his lips started to tingle and an odd buzzing sound rang in his ears. His cheeks felt flushed and his heart beat raced. He couldn’t understand… he had said that name more than a thousand times whilst reading the script, not once did he ever feel that way. It must have been her. Seeing her and her face must have just solidified his character’s feelings inside him of course. That must be what it was.

-       When she finally returned and they shook hands he could have sworn that he felt his own heartbeat beating in time with hers, palm to palm, one solid beat.

-       Damn it he needed to focus and not get too lost into the character… his character was the love-sick fool not him! He was a professional! He had only met this girl! He-he

-       … she had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen in his life.

-       FOCUS!

-       He had to thank whatever it was running through his system because he had never felt more “on” than at that moment. Every line he delivered to her felt authentic and organic, like he truly meant it. Looking around it was obvious that everyone else on set agreed, absolutely transfixed on the couple centre stage.

-       He could feel every word she was saying to him like it was scripture; that every word of love and devotion that she spoke had the power to let him walk on air… and god he really wanted to try.

-       …

-       He must have been a better actor than even he gave himself credit for, making himself believe that he was already half in love with the woman in front of him…

-       He didn’t even want to stop rehearsing until the Director had called out three times for them to finish up, he was just a ball of energy and wanted nothing more than to release that through this amazing acting he and this actress were performing, he didn’t want to lose momentum.

-       He didn’t want to lose what he was feeling…

-       “H-Hey! MC! Did you want to go and get some lunch with me?” he had asked before realising that he had called her by her character’s name. He felt the blood flood his cheeks as he forced himself not to slap himself or just die from embarrassment. He couldn’t be that far gone into this role to already be thinking of her as her character… this is how idiots fall in love with co-stars… “I’m so sorry, habit, I didn’t mean to call you MC-”

“And why not? It’s my name too,” she smiled as she rested her hand on his bicep, the muscle there twitching instinctively under her touch.

-       Shit.

-       Zen was no fool. He knew what this meant. He knew, deep down, that he wasn’t that good of an actor to fool himself- damn it- he was already half in love.

-       The only half evidently. She seemed completely unaffected… unless… had she said his name yet? No, she hadn’t. Only his character’s name!

-       “How silly of me! All this time I’ve never introduced myself properly! Hello MC, my name is Zen, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he beamed offering his hand out to her.  

-       Please

-       She smiled and took his hand and laughed as he flipped it over to kiss the back of hers.

-       “Oh! Hahah- wow! Um… yes, yes it’s lovely to meet you too Zen… Zen.”

-       He watched in rapt fascination as her fingers curled around his almost painfully, how her eyes widened and how her jaw fell and closed but fell back down- as if she were trying to desperately find the words… or simply remember how to talk.

-       “So… it’s true what they say…” he trailed off as he drew her closer with a simple tug of her hand still within his, “About when you meet your other half…”

Swallowing deeply and finally blinking her burning eyes MC shook her head and took a step back, though, she did not withdraw her hand.
“What do they say?” she asked her voice trembling as much as her body was.

“That when you finally say your Soulmate’s name- nothing else in the world sounds as beautiful. That nothing else tastes as nice as the name of your Soulmate on your tongue. That the mere thought of their name is enough to bring tears to your eyes…”

-       She stared at him completely astonished by the ardent proclamations of this- stranger-

-       “No one says that,” she whispered as she licked her lips subconsciously her eyes fixated on his, content on watching him worry at the plump flesh.

Not out loud…”

“They should… So- um… lunch?” she asked finally pulling away and bringing her hand to her chest, her other hand cradling it almost tenderly, her fingers tracing the still- warm parts of her skin that he had held.

-       They talked about anything that came to mind, their pasts, their dreams, their favourite food and their mutual aversion to cats. “A cat scratched my face when I was three and although I think they’re beautiful, I just… I just can’t.”

-       Soulmates were made to be a perfect fit after all…  

-       Once they got back on set the tension between the two was so thick it was practically humming- everyone could see that something had happened over lunch.

-       During a pivotal scene, where they were about to finally separate ways forever and part with a kiss…  

-       MC was looking at Zen, tears brimming in her eyes –geez what a talent- merely four lines away from their kiss and-

-       … and she dropped her script and crossed the stage to kiss him. Completely unscripted. Completely inappropriate.

-       It was perfect.

-       “-But Director, they’re not meant to kiss yet-”

“Shhh… she’s absolutely right! The character wouldn’t be able to wait, she wouldn’t want to waste a moment with talk when these two people are all about action! Have the scriptwriters add it right away-”

-       Zen smirked as they continued to share their first kiss with more than fifty random people around them. He didn’t care, the Director was right. They didn’t want to waste another moment- and suddenly- Zen didn’t mind being one of those idiot actors who fell in love with his co-star.

-       “Okay guys we get the point, we should probably move on… guys?… guys?!”



Jaehee:

-       It wasn’t particularly easy being kicked out by your Uncle and Aunt… she didn’t have anyone… and she didn’t want to touch what little was left of her inheritance from her parents so- she figured it would be better if she found a part time job.

-       That way her mind would be occupied at all times and she could indeed earn some money.

-       Besides… working with coffee wasn’t a bad thing. Being a barista wasn’t a bad thing, even if it did mean she was practically drooling at every order she made, she figured there would be worse cons to a job… like being a slave to a tyrant who overworked you and never appreciated you- she shuddered. She never wanted to end up like that!

-       It was a particularly busy day being the first weeks of winter, everyone would run in just wanting a cup of something warm to hold to help them heat up against the chill in the air, the poor brunette was already run off her feet. She was barely even looking at the customers in the eyes as she pushed their orders across the counter.

-       Wiping the sweat off her brow with the back of her arm, Jaehee took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Soon. Her own break would be soon. Just the next order to do and she would be free for 30 glorious minutes.

-       Pulling the last ticket off the machine so she could read her colleague’s sloppy writing a little easier, she memorised the order and proceeded to make it perfectly. Pouring it out into the large cup Jaehee took the receipt again to make sure she got the customer’s name right- MC…

-       She nearly spilt the drink all over herself.

-       That name. She’d seen it a thousand times before. Written it a thousand times before.

-       But this time- this person’s name… it made her heart skip a beat. It made her heart feel full and happier than it had for the longest time. It made her want to laugh and cry at the same time. It made her think of a home, a real one with her and this MC.

-       All from a name.

-       Jaehee finished writing the name down on the cup neatly and carefully put the pen down. She licked her lips and inhaled and called out in a voice she hoped didn’t shake too much, “MC?!”

-       “Oh here!?”

-       Jaehee looked up to see an angel in a trench coat and beanie. Her skin kissed with cold, nose and cheeks rosy and eyes bright. Such beauty right in front of her.

“Um… may I please have my order um… Jae-Jaehee?”

-       The two women looked at each other from either side of the counter, the noise and hustle and bustle of the small coffee shop completely going unnoticed by them.

-       Jaehee pushed the cup to the middle of the bench only to be met in the middle by MC’s hand, her gloved fingers wrapping themselves around her quivering digits.

-       “I… this is…” she stammered unable to look away from the other woman’s eyes, her own honeyed irises large with disbelief.

-       She couldn’t be that lucky… to meet them… to meet her so early in life…

-       “It is,” MC answered her pink cheeks turning red as her lips curled into a stunning smile.

-       “B-but I don’t believe in-”

“I’m standing right here.”

“Nothing good ever happens to me-”

“Right in front of you.”

“I have a break now-”

“Let’s have a coffee.”

-       For the first time since she started working there, Jaehee took her break front of house… with a customer no less… and no one batted an eye when 30 minutes turned to an hour. Then an hour into an hour and a half- the girl had never smiled like she did right then; who were they to take that away from her?

-       They did however yell at her when she accidentally kept writing and calling out MC’s name for every order for the next day.




Jumin:

-       Soulmates? Preposterous. His father had spent his entire adult life looking for his soulmate, convinced that every pretty woman who batted their eyelashes at him and feigned to feel a strong connection to him (his money) was the one. This obsession with finding his Soulmate leading their family to shame and their company to ruin.

-       Well. Not. Him.

-       He didn’t believe in such nonsense. Not once did he find a woman worth spending time with let alone believing them capable to be the other perfect half of your soul. That would be the day.

-       All throughout high school he had one vapid girl after another clawing at him to say their name, hoping that he would feel the twinge in his heart and for butterflies to zoom out of his butt or some ridiculous notion like that. By the first month of school he refused to call any girl by their name and insisted on labelling everyone “Hey you there” or “Female student in front of me.”  

-       By the time he entered university, word had gotten out that Jumin Han just hated the idea of anyone being in love- because who would so vehemently refuse to even try to find their Soulmate? Who would look down on others just for trying to find a little piece of happiness? He was just an angry, lonely man.

-       Not that they were entirely wrong on that assessment… but not entirely right either.

-       Though, he didn’t let something like public opinion of him falter his course or his ideas- Jumin never thought much of other people’s talking of subjects they had no idea about. He took great pleasure it picking apart their arguments and making them sound like fools.

-       Probably why he made such an excellent debater, Captain of the team in fact.

-       In his final year of University, they were finally pitted against their rival school; not once in all the years he had been on the team had he had the chance to face off with the national champions- he was always called off to sit in with his father’s meetings or off sick; but not this time. This time he would meet them, crush them and reclaim the title for his school.

-       He had tried every avenue to find out what they could about their new Captain but everyone was on lockdown, no one would talk and all means of electronically hacking their systems to find out who they were, were completely barred. He didn’t want to cheat, it would sully his victory- no he just wanted to be prepared. Know their history, their grades and whatnot- let it never be said that Jumin Han didn’t do his homework.

-       The day of the debate arrived and sure enough familiar faces lined the opposite team- except one. A pretty girl he supposed, hardly what he would call imposing with her sweet smile and her intermittent waves to the crowd in front of them. Hardly Captain material, he’d be surprised if she was first chair… but wait- what was she doing sitting in the Captain’s chair?

-       Good Lord.

-       This was going to be too easy.

-       Jumin barely heard the announcer listing off his teammates but he paused when he heard her name. It cut through him like a hot knife through butter, seared onto his brain.

-       MC.

-       He felt nauseous, a cold sweat forming on his upper lip as his steel grey eyes raked over her smaller form.

-       She looked just as shaken as he did; her hands ringing together ripping the tissues trapped between her fingers.

-       He thought he was going to faint- what was this feeling? He mouthed her name and the feeling of illness slipped away only to be replaced with a wash of warmth? A silly tingling in his blood that seemed to be singing her name in his ears. His mouth was dry and his throat on fire, his palms lined with a sheen of sweat and his heart beating in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t understand.

-       He watched as MC calmed herself all the while keeping her gaze focused on him, her cheeks burning up the longer she stared. She ran her tongue along her lower lip and he had never been so charmed by a muscle in his life.

-       Jumin she mouthed, maybe to him, maybe to herself- he didn’t know- what he did notice however was the way her hand clutched at her blazer just above where her heart would be. She didn’t look like she was in pain but she wasn’t exactly the same grinning woman he had seen moments earlier.

-       Indeed, it seemed that Jumin could barely tear his eyes off her, he couldn’t pay attention to his teammates, he couldn’t take notes- he could only focus on her. Just how far had he fallen? Over hearing a name and seeing a pretty face? Get it together Jumin!

-       Except he couldn’t. Every time he tried to rebut an argument he would instinctively look back at the opposite team and his eyes locked onto hers and he’d be lost. Each time he’d make any headway with his points he’d want to say her name instead, and of course, everything came out all tongue tied.

-       Thankfully for him, her performance wasn’t much better, she was a blushing mess but still- a coherent blushing mess.

-       Jumin’s university went home empty handed that year after all.

-       But not Jumin, not this time.

-       He wouldn’t lose twice in one day.

-       “Hello there, good performance today.”

“You too.”

“I’m Jumin Han-”

“I know. I’m MC-”

“I heard, yes.”

-       Her teammates were calling for her to hurry up and get on the bus and she was about to call back to them but was cut off by the suddenly confident opposing Captain, “Please go on ahead- I will take MC home.” They looked at her and she in turn looked up to him and shook her head at his cavalier and brash assumption. He was just lucky it was the correct one.

“It’s fine guys, you heard what Jumin said- he’s going to take me home.”

-       The silence in the auditorium was deafening. Jumin never spoke a girl’s first name and he certainly never let someone who just met him call him by his first name… unless…

-       Jumin fiddled with the cufflinks in his sleeves trying to buy time before he had to speak again. MC picked at imaginary lint at her skirt in hopes that the man would continue his initiative.

-       “I… I don’t know how any of this works… in fact until about an hour ago I was certain it was all a farce,” he admitted his eyes firmly fastened on her right shoulder, “but if… if it’s really what it seems like is it- what it feels like it is- I would like the chance to understand it all. Understand everything about you.”

-       MC smiled, even if she wasn’t his Soulmate, after that heartfelt speech, she would have bribed the stars themselves to realign just so she could be.

“I don’t know how this works either- my mother told me it might happen one day, to just pray it would just happen before I got married to someone else who I thought was my Soulmate… is it… I mean… you felt it too? When you heard my name?” she questioned her eyebrows arching up as high as they would go. “The pull? The need to keep saying my name over and over again? Tell me it just wasn’t me.”

-       Jumin’s lips quirked to the side in an amused smirk, this girl was adorable. She could have asked to have his heart out on a platter and he’d have freely offered it, but all she required was the confirmation of his budding feelings from him.

-       Just too easy.

-       “I did. I feel it now. I have no choice but to believe in all this-”

“Prove it.”

“Uh…how?”

“Scream my name out into the audience, let everyone hear it! Let everyone hear the name on the tip of your tongue, the name that your heart beats to now!” she goaded him, an excited grin on her face.

-       Jumin stared at her in shock- again another easy request… he didn’t care what people thought of him after all. Shrugging nonchalantly Jumin opened his mouth to swallow a gulp of air more than ready to scream out her name-

-       Only to have two delicate hands cover his mouth and a giggle that was not his own reverberating on his chest.

“Damn it! I didn’t think you’d actually do it! You’re crazy! I believe it, I believe you!” she guffawed, burying her face against him, her body heat and laughter seeping into him and offering a warmth that he had never felt before.

-       He liked it.

-       He wanted more.

-       “So… perhaps it wouldn’t be out of line for me to ask you out to dinner?” he asked looking down at the crown of her head.

“O-Of course not!”

“Tonight?”

-       The tentative slip of her hand in his was answer enough for him.



Saeyoung:

-       He was a good, diligent worker and that was all that mattered to the Agency.

-       He barely ate, he barely slept, barely did anything but exist and work.

-       The perfect agent.

-       Then they brought her in.

-       606.

-       Quiet and withdrawn but brilliant. She could code almost as well as he did and she could hack into places faster and without a trace better than him. She slept less than him. Ate less than him. Was less than him.

-       She wasn’t going to survive, she would burn out and become useless to the Agency and she would have to be disposed of.

-       … and even as far as he had come, as low as he had gone… that didn’t sit right with him. He chose this life, but someone that hollow did not. Someone that broken had been torn away from a good life, a happy life.

-       He imagined her having younger siblings who missed her, parents who searched the streets with her picture in hand begging for information, friends who no longer spoke to each other because the memory of her haunted them.

-       He wasn’t going to let the agency steal a life that didn’t belong to them.

-       It all started with innocent emails; just him asking how she was, sending her funny jokes or pictures, bantering and bitching about work in such a way that no one would be able to crack down on them for… make her smile. Make her strong. Don’t let her break.

-       606 soon became the life of the office… which didn’t say much because it was literally just him, her and Vanderwood in the small room. She was laughing and smiling and radiating joy- her work improved… the Agency was very happy.

-       707. Stay back tonight. Help me with an assignment?

-       Of course, 606, whatever you need.

-       That night when Vanderwood had finally gone past his threshold of exhaustion, the older man peeled himself off the chair and bid “the children” goodnight.

-       She kept typing, she kept on finishing her work for another 20 minutes as he sat there dumbfounded as to why she had asked him to stay back when all she was doing was literally more work. That was what tomorrow was for!

-       He was about to pack up and leave when she threw him a piece of paper.

I’m leaving. Tonight. Come with me.

-       He looked back up at her, there was nothing on her face to discern that she even sent him the message- or even blinked.

“So… you in?”

-       Of course, 606, whatever you need.

-       He nodded. She kept typing.

“Come and see me in my room then?”

-       Aahhh, so that’s how she was going to hide it- she was going to pretend they were going to sleep together. That was something he often found weird in the Agency- they didn’t care or discourage the formation of relationships between agents- probably believed if you got attached they could always use the partner as insurance or worse, incentive.

“Yeah, I’ll meet you in there.”

-       When he arrived she was in full combat gear, she was ready to fight her way out if needed. They went over the plan over and over again, whispering directly into each other’s ears so that not even the bugs in their rooms could pick up what they were saying. Also with occasional moan or shudder it seemed like they were just making out.

-       Her room was just above the route the laundry trucks would ride out from and she had managed to make contact with one of her friends from the outside- come midnight she, they, would jump down and escape this hell hole. They only had one chance to do this- the other agents on duty would notice a paused truck and would respond immediately.

-       The clock ticked by and before they knew it, it was 11:59 and the faint rumble of an engine could be heard, the soft hiss of the brakes beneath her window.

-       “In case I die,” she uttered, her face stoic and unmoving, “I want you to know- my name, it’s not 606. They wanted me to forget but I will never forget. My name is MC.”

-       It was like a punch to his chest, the sound of her name. It ignited something in him that he never thought he would have the chance to feel, to experience. Not there. To find her there amongst all the sin and evil that they do, he knew how to spot a miracle when God sent one.

-       “You’re not going to die MC, I promise,” he replied as he held her to him in a bone crushing embrace, “I promise.”

“Your name, 707- if I die, I want to know your-”

“Didn’t I just say that you weren’t going to die MC?” he chuckled as her helped out of the window, “I, Saeyoung Choi, promise you.”

-       The look on her face as she said his name would have been enough to take him to his grave. To see her face light up with joy and surprise as if someone had turned on a light inside of her, that would be one of his most treasured memories.

-       His sharp ears caught the sounds of rushed footsteps down the hall.

-       He pushed her roughly before she was ready and heard a loud snap of something when she fell onto the truck. MC was bowed forward, holding onto her right foot that had landed awkwardly and bent inwardly- her face contorted into silent screams.

-       Saeyoung made the sign of the cross as he backed away from the window to do a run up. God please- I just found her- don’t take her away from me.

-       He landed beside her, coiling his arms around her protectively as he laid her down to see the damage to her ankle- it was bad but nothing that some doctor couldn’t fix.

-       He beamed down at her, cupping her face tenderly…

-       As he tried desperately to ignore the barrage of agents chasing after the both of them.

-       Saeyoung gently caressed her features with his fingers, desperate to feel everything under his touch, etch it into his mind.

-       “You lie down here and keep safe okay? I’m going to go and hold them off-”

“No! You can’t do that! They’ll torture you to death!” she cried sitting up, screaming out in pain as she accidentally moved her foot. He shushed her, looking forward to see that they were nearly clear of the base… she was so close to being free.

“Shh, shhh- it’s okay MC. It’ll be okay. I promise,” he reassured her, his eyes crinkling so much that little droplets of tears dotted his auburn lashes.

“No it won’t be-”

“I’ll find you. I promise. I’ll find you.”

“Saeyoung!”

-       He jumped off the truck and refused to allow himself to look back at her- if he did, he would never be able to leave her side.

-       MC ignored the searing pain rushing up her leg to twist her body to watch her Soulmate’s noble sacrifice. One man, two, twelve men on him… he had no chance.

-       “Saeyoung!” she croaked, her voice stifled by her despair.

-       You promised…

-       707: WAIT

        Yoosung: Why?
       
        Zen:??

        707: Think someone entered the chat room;;

        Jumin: MC…?

-       Saeyoung smiled to himself as he traced the location and turned on the camera.

-       Promised I would find you.

 



Saeran:

-       He had been searching for months under her orders. Months and no one was right. He was about to give up hope, that he would have to send in one of their own to infiltrate the damned RFA… but then she appeared.

-       Like a gust of wind on a scorching day or the breath of air coursing through starved lungs- she blew into his life and turned it upside down.

-       He would follow her and watch her from afar. He would tap in and listen to her conversations- not because he was interested in what she was saying- he just wanted to hear her voice.

-       Her friend was laughing on the other line, “Oh… MC… you’re too much!”

-       Saeran fell to the floor, his knees smarting from the hard concrete. No- NO!

-       He crawled underneath his desk and curled up into a tight ball, his arms hugging his knees as he lightly rocked back and forth. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, made him jittery and on edge. No- he was warned against this. Was told that if he ever felt this that it was wrong, that he should only love the Saviour and their cause. That the call of someone else was evil, that it was the work of the corrupted

-       But he was already corrupted, no matter how many times they drugged him and made him try to forget- he knew he was… but MC-

-       She was perfect, absolutely perfect.

-       Unfortunately, the Saviour agreed.

-       It was hard to have something of your own in Mint Eye, something private, something sacred.

-       He had to get her back.

-       They had sent her to infiltrate an organisation full of desperate and lonely people- the most kind and innocent person sent into a den of wolves to feast upon. He had to save her.

-       He was frantic, he sent her conflicting messages- wanting to scare her away from Mint Eye but wanting her to stay away from them- especially Saeyoung. If any of them saw even half of what he saw in her… they would steal her away.

-       Finally the Saviour said it was time to claim their prize back, that since he was so good he could take her for himself- keep her safe himself. He was so happy. But when he got to the apartment, as he scaled the building and broke through the window to reach her… she was not as happy to see him.

-       She was screaming. She was backing away from him. She was afraid.

-       He couldn’t think straight- this wasn’t right. She was supposed to be happy to see him, to come with him willingly. Wasn’t that what Soulmates were about? The moment he knew her name-

-       That was it… he knew her name but she didn’t know his… to her he was…

-       “I’m from Paradise. You don’t know this but you were invited too… I know it took some time for me to come for you… now let’s go together… you look scared, don’t be. I won’t hurt you… endless parties, overflowing love, joy without pain… I’ll save you… You invited someone? Maybe… Luciel Choi?”

“MC- Are you hurt?”

“I-I’m fine!”

“I… I don’t know who you are… but let go of her!”

-       No. Not Luciel. The actor. The pretty one. Of course she would fall for the pretty one.

-       “No.” She’s mine. She’s meant for me.

“If you don’t, I’ll have to use force to protect my girl.”

I don’t want to do this.
“You move a single inch, you see this switch here? I’ll press it.” I won’t.

“What do you want?!”

-       The truth then.

-       “To escape this place safely with the RFA planner… If you don’t want to activate the bomb you better stay still. Just watch as I take… “your girl” and disappear.”

-       The pain in his arm paled in comparison to the ache in his heart when she pulled away from him to run into the arms of another man. Away from him. Always away.

-       Never his.

-       Meant to be his.

-       “My name… My name was Saeran.”




V:

-       It was the school for the rich and gifted.

-       Some more rich and others more gifted.

-       Most loved it there. Some merely tolerated it.

-       One person hated it.

-       Brought in through a scholarship to show how the school was “giving back to the community”, bringing in the charity case and parade them around like their latest trophy.

-       Well this trophy didn’t like the case she was put in. She didn’t like the people who thought they could polish her up and make her shine to their standards. She didn’t like them at all.

-       Especially those that shone the brightest- it hurt to look at them, like the sun- blindingly beautiful but dangerous.

-       None shone more so than V.

-       Pfft.

-       Who the hell named their child V? What pretentious jackass does that?

-       Wasn’t it enough that he went strutting around with his best friend, waving and talking to the more common folk? Wasn’t it too much that he went around taking photos of people and landscapes and saying pompous things like “everything is beautiful and everything is art?” Wasn’t it over the top that he had the gall to act all sweet and kind and look like some sort of bronzed Greek God? WASN’T IT?!

-       MC breathed in trying to calm herself. For the better part of the last six months she had spent it running, hiding and keeping her distance from him. He seemed hell bent on seeking her out and trying to talk to her- well she wanted nothing from him! No help! No charity! No pity! Just to be left alone.

-       During a study period, she was cornered by none other than that trust fund kid’s best friend, super-mega trust fund kid the first, Jumin Han.

-       He chose the desk right next to hers although almost every other desk was available, which only meant he wanted to speak to her.

-       “Why do you hate V?” he asked so bluntly she was surprised by it. She sat up from her prone position laying along the desk and twisted slightly to face the man to her left. She propped her head on her hand and gave him a long, pointed stare.  

-       “I… I don’t know. I just do. From his perfect hair to his perfect persona to, god even his name pisses me off! V! There are just some people that you’re not meant to get along with and he and I are obviously not meant to be besties,” she huffed as she rested the front of her torso back down against the desk, resting her chin atop her crossed arms.

-       “I told him,” he clicked his tongue as he shook his head ruefully, crossing his arms like a disappointed adult to a child… or small pet. “I told Jihyun that you were certifiable. Who hates someone just because of what they can see? Without even getting to know them?”

-       Her fingers dug into the worn wood of the table beneath her.

-       Jihyun… now that was… that was a name she liked. Her breath escaped her lungs as she whirled around so fast she almost lost balance on her seat. That name made her feel soft and fuzzy and loved- she had never even met him and she was already in love with him. Jihyun, a good and noble man who wanted nothing more than to love and care for the woman he loved and to be loved and cared for in return. A man who would make them such horrible breakfasts on Sunday when they were married that they would inevitably go out and eat at a restaurant- yet he never stopped trying. Because he loved her and one day he wanted to get it right. A man who would stay in and read the paper to her as she lay in between his legs and slept on his chest- he wouldn’t even move at all for fear she’d wake or be disturbed.

-       She loved that name.

-       Her heart beat faster and suddenly she couldn’t control her extremities, her legs were bouncing up and down in excitement and her hands unsure of where to place themselves, every place awkward compared to the thought of her hands being linked with his. It didn’t feel right- to be on her own, not now she knew his name.

-       “Who?” she meekly asked the ebony haired prince next to her. He was fiddling with a loose thread on his blazer sleeve, pulling at the strand until it came out completely. “Jumin- who?” she repeated hoping that her insistence would be enough to show him how important it was for her to know who this man was.

-       He gave her a perplexed look, thoughtful eyes glided over her form as if he were trying to ascertain whether she was joking or not. His eyes widened and his mouth pressed into a thin line when he quickly realised that she wasn’t asking in jest, she was completely serious.

“Jihyun… Jihyun Kim is V’s real name. The man you so ardently hated?” he answered, his mouth twitching up into a wry smile.

-       Damn it.

-       MC violently pushed herself back from the desk with both hands before she started running to the last place she had seen V- Jihyun. He was entering the dark room just as she was heading to the study hall. The light was on meaning he was developing something… she should be patient…

-       … but all those months… all those wasted months- how could he forgive her? She didn’t know but she had to try!

-       The light flicked off and she knocked, waiting for him to call out that it was okay and that she could come it. She slowly opened the door and closed it behind her.

-       Less than five steps away was Jihyun, pulling down some developed photos.

-       He was right. Everything was beautiful. Everything was art.

-       He was art.

-       And she was just some dumb pedestrian trying to look at the piece and critique it without having all the history and facts behind it, not knowing the mastery it took to create it. The love that went into it. Fool.

-       He turned to her and she swore that the blue of his eyes was just that little bit bluer, the tone of his hair that much deeper and his lips, full and perfect and so ready for her to kiss she couldn’t believe there was ever a time she wanted to slap his smile off. Now she’d do anything to keep it there forever.

-       What’s in a name? Everything. What did Shakespeare know?

-       “I… I’m so sorry,” she cried, prostrating herself in a deep bow.

-       Startled, V set aside his print and pulled the bowing woman up and forced her to look at him.

“What for? I’m not aware of anything you’ve done that would warrant an apology,” he replied good naturedly, his kind smile warming her to her bones.

“I have been terrible to you and only because… for some unknown reason- I couldn’t stand your name. What it stood for, what you seemingly stood for,” she confessed, her cheeks burning under the harsh lights.

-       V reached behind her and turned on the dark room red lights once again- to save her from embarrassment.

-       “I know- it’s okay MC, you don’t have to explain. I know my name is the problem,” he admitted with a careless shrug. MC gawked at him, how could he know? How could he possibly know?! “I’ve known since the first day when I felt the bond but you did nothing but run away from me- I knew that my name was faulty and that although you may be my Soulmate- that I simply was not yours.”

-       All this time, he thought he was the problem. That she didn’t love him because his name was faulty, that he was faulty.

-       Her heart shattered and she bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She almost ruined this man, she continued to pile hurt upon hurt on him and now there she was telling her how much she loved him… well… that was what she wanted to do, whether or not she could do it not was the other question.

-       “No… I… I was just stupid. I thought your name was V, not Jihyun. There was nothing wrong with your name- there is nothing wrong with you. I… just, wanted to let you know that. You’re amazing. You’re perfect and I want to get to know you, just as you are.”

-       Even in the dark, the brightness from his smile could be seen.

-       “You do?” the hope in his voice evident, taking the first steps to close the gap between them.

“I do. I want the chance to know the real Jihyun,” she beamed.

“I would love nothing more than that, MC,” he replied, encircling his arms around her body.

-       Well what do you know, they were a perfect fit.

Well, That’s Embarrassing (Pennywise oneshot)

Request by @agespenst: An imagine where Penny walks in on you masturbating and moaning and he runs to you thinking you’re hurting yourself, and you embarrassingly have to explain bc he doesn’t know the shit humans do


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You were home alone for the night. Pennywise would usually hang around from time, but there were no signs of him tonight, you figured that he must be out doing other things. You put the thought to the side as you laid there in bed, you sighed, putting down the book that you were currently reading. You weren’t able to focus on it anymore, for the whole day you had been achingly aroused for no apparent reason. You shifted around on the mattress a few more times before letting out a frustrated grunt. You let your hand fall down to your thigh, your fingers roaming over the bareskin skin in no specific pattern below the shorts you were wearing. You shivered as it made chills run up into spin, goosebumps gathering up on your skin. Your sex had started to ache so much that you could feel your heartbeat settling in it.


“Fuck it.” You whispered to yourself. You brought your hands back up your body, stopping quickly at the edge of your shorts to unbutton them. You spread your legs apart enough so you could easily slip your hands into them. You bit your lip as your hands brushed against your exposed mound, you laid your head back into the pillow, closing your eyes, letting your fingers explore your own body. You let your middle finger settle gently into your folds, teasing yourself as you felt how wet you were becoming. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you let a finger seep in deeper into your core, your brought your other hand down into your shorts, running a finger over your swollen clit this time as you began to pump your fingers in and out of yourself. You let your hips grind into your hands as your sounds started to get louder. You moaned, letting yourself drift away in the ecstasy of you upcoming release. This is what you had been craving all day. Your back began to arch off the bed.


You moaned out, letting your fingers sink in deeper as you thrust in and out of yourself, while rubbing circles into your clit diligently. You gasped feeling yourself getting close to the edge. “Oh, fuck..” You whimpered. Your eyes were shut tight as you were completely oblivious to any of your surrounding. You were reach your peak as you felt the first few slivers of orgasm washing over you, you were so close.


Just when you felt yourself begging to come, breathe grew faster as you moaned brokenly out into your room. But your orgasm was cut short by a jarring shake to the side of to bed. Your eyes snapped open to Pennywise standing over you, looking down at you in a very quizzical way as he investigated the scene. You helped out in shock and ripped your hands for your shorts. “Holy shit!” You yelled.


“Why were you screaming?” His face scrunched, looking at you. “Are you hurt?”


You covered your face. You could feel yourself getting red in embarrassment, not know Im how I’m the fix to explain this to him. He wasn’t well versed in human behavior and all. It was also most comical as the thought of having the sex talk with a clown crossed your mind. Jesus, you thought to yourself. You took in a breathe and sat up, bringing your legs up to your chest as you glanced up at him. “I’m not hurting.. I was just doing something that humans do.. To relieve stress.”


“Screaming makes you feel better?” He said curling his lip as lowered himself into the bed.


Your cheeks turned a bright scarlet, “No. Uhm..” You took in a breathe not even believing this conversation. “Look. It’s something called masturbation. Let’s leave it at that.” You said quickly, feeling weird about explaining.


He like at you dumbfound as his eyes studied you. He squinted, “What is it’s purpose?”


You chewed your lip, you brought your hands up to your face to pinch the beidge of your nose. “It feels.. Good.”


“I’ve never seen someone scream because they felt good.” He said curiously, his eyes trailed down to where your hands had been previously.


You noticed him looking and swallowed hard. “It’s possible.” You said nervously.


His gaze shot back up to yours, a dark look in his eyes. He began to reach out towards your shorts, making your heart slip a beat. “And if I did it..?”


Your hands dig into the bed as you tried to keep your breathing steady, but it wasn’t any use, surely he could already sense your rapidly growing heart rate. “I.. I.” Was all you could muster. Before you said another word, his hands had already pulled your shorts halfway down as it inched closer to your sex. He let his hand brush against it, testing your reaction. He didn’t seem disappointed by the gasp that left you as he continues dragging his hand down your slit. Running his tongue over his lips, he pulled his hand back to his mouth, ripping half of the glove away to expose his fingers. It was the first time you hand ever seen his actual hand. Most of the time the gloves were only off after his anger had caused his claws to rip through them. His hands were a pale, off-white color, just like his face paint. You moved one of your legs, spreading them a bit wider to give him the access that he wanted.


He lowered his hand slowly again, letting his bare fingers run against you, you moaned when he hovered over your clit, barely touching it. Your hand held his in place over your clit as you grinded into his hand, being grateful for the delightful friction. “There.. Right there.. Please.” You moaned, pushing his fingers down to your entrance. He breathed out, grunting as he slide in fingers into you. You bit down on your lip, lifting yourself up to get better leverage as you rocked yourself back and forth. He smiled, his teeth peeking through his lips as he watched you in pure curiosity and satisfaction as you moaned, writhing against his hand to pleasure yourself.


“Shit, I’m gonna come.” You frowned out as one of your hands wrapped around his arm.


“Where are you going?” He growled.


A small smirk left your lips. “No.. no. That’s not what I-Oh!” Your sentence was interrupted by your climax. You threw your head back, grinding harder against his fingers as you could feel them rubbing against your G-spot. “Fuck, Penny!” You rode your orgasm out until you finally came to a slow moving stop. You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to come back to your sense before you leaned your head back up. Penny was wide eyed as he pulled his fingers out of you, he lifted them back up to his face to inspect why they were wet. His tongue slide fro between his lips as he dragged it across his fingers, getting a taste of you.


You bit your lip as you watched him, getting turned on all over again by the sight. “Does that explain?” You giggled.


He smiled with a blink. “I’ve never made a human scream for a good reason before.”


You licked your lips as leaned up into him. “Wanna do it again?” You said with a wicked smirk.

BTS REACTION to member walking in during shower sex

Smut week: Day 5


Jin

His lips were pressed tightly against your own as he savored your taste, his hands roaming your body. He pulled away to place kisses against your neck, surely leaving a mark. You felt as his hands started to travel lower towards your wet core, not just from the water pouring on you both. He heard your small whimper, looking over towards you to see your face as his fingers rubbed against your clit. You moaned, maybe a little too loud, as he placed a finger inside of you, curling it. He watched your face twist with pleasure, clutching your hands tightly onto his shoulders. You could feel his erection against you, and this caused you to quickly grab it, slowly jerking him off for a repayment. He groaned, kissing you again as you moaned loudly when he placed another finger in, picking up his pace. Just as you were about to cum, the door swung open, revealing a worried Namjoon.

“Are you ok- OH MY GOD I’M SO SORRY,” He quickly shut the door, not even giving you and Jin a chance to react quick enough.

Jin’s hand retracted from you, making you whimper, “Well, that was a surprise,” He laughed loudly.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi

He had one of your legs over his shoulder, swiping a long line across your soaking folds. You moaned, begging for more of him. He growled at your words, and desperate noises, and started to delve into you. You screamed, and his eyes shot up towards you, wanting to see your face as you were being pleasured. Your eyes connected with his own dark eyes as your hand went flying towards his head, your fingers tightly grasping his hair. He growled once again, loving the way you tasted and how you pushed his head further towards your core. You moaned again, and again, and your voice cracked as you felt two fingers being quickly pushed inside of you while his tongue still stimulated your swollen clit. He groaned when you tugged a little too hard on his strands, but he loved it nonetheless. You started to roll your hips against his face, about to cum all over his wet tongue.. When Park Jimin came walking in, eyes going wide as he stared. You saw his face, and you immediately tried to pull Yoongi away from your core, but he wasn’t having it as he pressed a hand against your hip.

“Y-Yoongi.. J-Jimin is.. There,” This caused him to look behind himself to see Jimin uttering millions of ‘Sorry’s.

Yoongi growled, “You better get the fuck out of here and let me finish off my kitten, before I get really mad.”

Jimin was quick to leave, closing the door.

You gasped, “Yoongi! Why were you so rude?!”

He rolled his eyes, his face returning to your core, making you moan, “His fault for not knocking.”

Originally posted by chunghakim-archive

Namjoon

He had your body pressed against the wall, fucking you from behind roughly. Your loud moans encouraged him as he went faster, feeling as your walls started to convulse around his throbbing member. He groaned at the feeling, muttering in your ear on how hot you were, and how much he loved your tight pussy wrapped around him so perfectly. You were close to cumming, feeling your stomach coil with that familiar sensation as he thrusted harder into you. You squealed, your whimpers making your voice crack in the process. He knew you were close, egging you on by telling you to cum, and cum all over his dick. You shut your eyes tightly, moaned loudly. His fingers traveled towards your clit, his talented fingers working you towards your edge. And just as you came, your scream rippling past your throat, Jungkook came walking in. Namjoon noticed him right away, groaning as he saw his shook face.

“Get the hell out, Jungkook,” Namjoon muttered, watching as the boy blushed, hurriedly rushing out. You whipped your head around, embarrassment flooding through you.

“Oh my gosh!” You squealed.

“He’ll get over it,” He laughed, thrusting into you again, needing to cum.

Originally posted by rapnamu

Hoseok

He had you pinned against the wall, kissing you roughly as his hands roughly gripped your hips. You ran your fingers through his wet strands, feeling as his grip tightened on you, making you moan and pull away from him. He made sure to kiss down your neck, while leaving a mark. He roughly placed one of your legs around his hip, asking if you were okay. When you eagerly nodded, he smiled, placing a quick kiss against your lips before pushing into you. You whimpered, your fingers tightening in his hair. He groaned, waiting for you to adjust. He started out slowly, watching as your face started to twist and turn with pleasure. When you started to moan, he picked up his pace. But just as he was about to start ramming into you, the door swings open to reveal a rather tired Yoongi. Your eyes go wide, and Hoseok stops his thrusts altogether, wondering what you were staring at. His cheeks rushed with embarrassment.

“Will you two please keep quiet? I’m trying to sleep,” And with that, he slammed the door shut.

Hoseok looked back at you, his face and ears red, “I-uh..”

You rolled your hips against his own, making him groan and forget all about Yoongi walking in just a few seconds ago.

Originally posted by jhope-ah

Jimin

He wanted to try something new that night. He was leaning against the wall of the shower, holding you up as your legs were tightly wrapped around him. He glided your wet folds over his dick, listening carefully to your moans at the new angle. He moaned back, his moans soft compared to your loud ones. He went slow, wanting it all to last. But the louder you moaned, and the more you begged him to finally just fuck you, he swore he was going to lose control soon. His girth felt so good inside you, and you wanted him to move faster. You started to roll your hips as much as you could in that position, and he groaned in your ear. He sped up his pace forgetting about taking it slow and wanting to hear you scream his name. You moaned loudly, it soon turning into a squeak as Jimin almost dropped you when he heard the door open. Jin was quick to close the door behind him, screaming beforehand, making you hear him. Your eyes widened, staring at Jimin with shock.

Jimin laughed, out of breath slightly, as he blushed heavily, “That was so embarrassing,” He chuckled, burying his head in the crook of your neck as you laughed with him, running your fingers through his hair.

Originally posted by happybirthdayjjk

Taehyung

At first it was an innocent shower, him softly placing kisses on your shoulder as he held you close to his chest, feeling as your chest pressed against his. His hands placed themselves on your waist while you softly ran your fingers through his hair while he hummed in appreciation. And, for some reason, his deep raspy voice turned you on. You quickly pressed your lips against his with a hungry moan, making his grip on you tighten. He was quick to respond, knowing what you wanted. You felt as his fingers crept towards your sopping entrance. You moaned as his slim fingers put pressure on your clit, going in slow circles. He groaned against your mouth, pulling away to bite down on your neck, making his mark on you. You moaned, throwing your head back while your hands tightened in his wet hair. He placed two of his slim, long fingers in you, making you whimper while his thumb stayed on your clit. His fingers picked up pace as he heard you moan right in his ear, your vocals echoing off the walls. Just as your walls started to tighten around his fingers and he groaned, Jung Hoseok came walking in casually. You squeaked out of surprise, Tae not noticing yet. You had to warn him as Hoseok’s eyes widened, before ushering out while screaming how sorry he was through the door.

“Go away, Hoseok-ah! I’m busy if you couldn’t tell!” When he knew Hoseok was gone, he sighed, resting his head against your shoulder, his fingers still inside you, “He just loves ruining the moment,” He chuckled softly, before moving his fingers again, “But that won’t stop me.”

Originally posted by celinet7

Jungkook

Both of your legs were wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you with your back against the glass door. You moaned loudly into his ear as he whispered and groaned about how good you felt, and how much he loved to feel your wet pussy tightly around his cock. You moaned at his words, hearing him grunt when you started to clench your tight walls around him. He watched your face twist with pleasure, your eyes shut tightly as loud moans escaped that beautifully shaped mouth. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, making you hurriedly swat him away from you, wanting to suck him off until he came. He obeyed you when you moaned on how much you wanted his cock in your mouth. He groaned as he lowered you, watching you closely with dark eyes as you went on your knees. You quickly placed him in your mouth, bobbing your head furiously. He growled under his breath, tangling his fingers in your hair, pushing himself down your throat as you gagged. He enjoyed the sensation, and you could tell so you let him have his way with your mouth. Right when he came in your mouth, you swallowing it all, Taehyung came in, unaware of the both of you, before Jungkook screamed at him to get out. You got up, chuckling at Taehyung’s wide eyes as he profusely apologized, slamming the door shut.

Jungkook sighed, “Fuck, he better not think about you. You’re mine.”

You laughed, kissing him quickly, “I still need to cum, want to show me how much I belong to you?” His eyes gleamed at the request, making you smile.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Strip It Down

A Bucky Barnes AU

Character Pairing: Stripper!Bucky Barnes x Female Stripper!Reader

Word Count: 1,992 (whew, barely made it)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Smut, male and female stripping, strip club scenes, sexual situations/penetration, dirty dancing, language. 

A/N: This is my submission for @bucky-plums-barnes 8,000 Follower Writing Challenge! Gen is amazing and deserves all the love in the world! 

I enjoyed writing Strip It Down WAY too much… I want to continue this…

Prompt: #26. “Well, my normal fee is $500, but seeing that it’s for you, I’m going to need it in advance.” 

The crowd loved Bucky.

Both the men and the women.

You didn’t blame them though. He owned that stage. His last set of the night was always his money maker.

Standing off to the side of the stage you peeked over the edge of the curtain at the screaming women that were vying for his attention. The sea of green bills that pooled around his feet was enough to pay your monthly rent… twice.

The low bass vibrated through the floors as Bucky shed the last piece clothing that was ethically possible. The screams, catcalls and hollers from the crowd drowned out the words to the song. You clutched your robe tighter to your body as you watched him move.

He moved like sex.

He crouched down on his hands and knees, prowling across the stage like a wolf. His hair was falling out of the bun at the back of his head, the loose tendrils framing his face. His back muscles bunched and stretched with each movement. He stopped and pumped his hips in time to the beat. God, to be underneath him and feel those powerful strokes.

Scanning the crowd again, you knew you weren’t the only one in the house tonight thinking that exact same thing.

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