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Bellamy Blake imagine: Accidents

Summary: Reader gets hurt accidentally because of Bellamy. He then brings her back to the camp and blames himself. Reader unintentionally confesses her feelings for him and he’s happy because he has loves her as well.

Word count: 2634


Originally posted by bebelusa003

I sighed from relief once I had reached my favorite place- little clearing with small pond. I had found this place like two weeks ago and since then I had been coming here to wash myself and relax. 

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Bubbie: You know what this wall needs?

Chantilly Lace: What?

Bubbie: A photo of you. Right there above the bassinet.

Chantilly Lace: Hmmm, you know, there is this pretty cherry blossom tree near the house down the hill. I’m sure our neighbors won’t mind an impromptu photo shoot.

Bubbie: I’m not sure anyone lives there.

Chantilly Lace: They must… I see the lights on from time to time.

Bubbie: Well, if you are up to the walk. Let’s have a look at this tree.

Cowgirl

Dean Winchester x (fem) Reader

Warning: ) smut slightly in the end, swearing, kinky ;)
lol im so sorry but i felt like writing it so yeh. sorry again.

Originally posted by littleislandd

“i’d really like some pie” said Dean while driving his Impala after hunting down yet another werewolf.

“I think we should get ourselves cleaned or we’ll go looking like we came straight from The Walking Dead.” Sam replied 

“What?” Dean said back, looking at Sam in confusion. Sam looked at Dean with his signature ‘I’m-so-done-with-you-right-now’ face as he asked Dean to forget the reference.

“whatever, were definitely getting pie tonight.” Dean said as he turned up the music in which Dean sang along with Led Zeppelin “I, I CANT QUIT YOU BABY” 

“tURN IT DOWN DEAN, MY EARS!” Sam yelled as he covered his ears with his hands.

This went on until they’ve reached the motel. Which Sam’s ears only gotten used to the loud music by the end of the ride.

“Thank god” Sam said wincing at the ringing in his ears.

“its chuck.” Dean said looking at Sam smirking at himself.

Sam couldn’t help but smile at the lame joke his brother made as they entered the motel.  “ha, lame.”


By now, Sam and Dean looked far from zombies. Both with wet hair and clean clothes and Sam attempting to dry his hair a little with a small towel. Just as Sam was getting comfy on his bed Dean shouted from the bathroom “Oh no princess, were getting the pie.” 

“Dean, its 3 AM.”

“So? Sleeping beauty could get her beauty sleep after i get pie.” Dean said back quite seriously as he walked out of the bathroom and towards his brother.

“Dude, who sells pie, or eats pie at 3 in the morning?” 

“i would.”

“Dean, we’ll get some pie tomorrow”

“but it is tomorrow”

“oh my- fine.” Sam being fed up of the childish man, stood up and followed Dean to the car.


They were currently back in the impala, still discussing about who’d sell pie this early and why Dean could’ve wait until later. 

“Aha! There” Dean said relieved and proudly as he pointed at a small shack which had lights on.

“Where?- you can’t be serious” Sam said as his face dropped. Poor Sammy was tired and extremely fed up with this child in front of him. By now its was 15 min past 4, yet somehow Dean was bubbling with energy.

They parked the impala and Dean basically zapped to door, which had nice tiny bells signalling a customer entering. For some pie. At 4 AM.

Sam didn’t follow him, he basically passed out because of sleep deprivation.

It was nice, cute little shack that had all kinds of pastry, and drinks. It looked more like a wannabe-bar, with music play softly in the background which Dean didn’t recognise because it was The 1975 playing instead of the classics. The shack smelled like buttery goodness and fresh coffee beans, in which Dean’s stomach grumbled as response. He began to really like the place. It was peaceful and quiet, because he was the only customer. 

“wow, you’re up early” a heavenly voice rang into Deans ear. Something he’ll never forget.

“yeah- wow” Dean said without thinking. He couldn’t help himself. For a second he forgot to breathe. What he saw was absolutely stunning. 

She had gorgeous (h/c) locks with piercing (e/c), another thing that will be incredibly hard to forget. She was wearing a red mini skirt that was above her knee, a white button up with a red apron above it. She had red lipstick on too and she goes by (y/n). Dean knew this because it was printed on the apron.

“are you getting anything?” she asked after the gorgeous pretty-green-eyed stranger observed and studied her.

“Oh- uh yeah, do you guys have pie?” Dean answered, with his signature breath taking smirk.

“Yeah… but it just entered oven, we literally opened 5 minutes ago”

“oh, its alright. I’ll just wait.” Dean responded, never planned on leaving just yet anyways. “what pie is it anyways?” he added in.

“Apple, and berry. We have custard, coconut and chocolate pie in the fridge but it needs time.” 

“damn, i love this place already, i’ll get the apple”

“you must really love pie.” she said while grinning. How could anyone look this gorgeous this early in the morning? Dean thought without knowing she was thinking the same thing. I mean, who isn’t attracted to a guy like that?

“i love me some pie” Dean said, attempting to sound cute. Which worked because she giggled lightly and softly. Damn.

Me too, who could resist such beauty?” She agreed.

“and she likes pie” Dean thought and noted aloud without noticing, but not regretting it either. She laughed and walked away to check on the pie.

Dean, proud of himself, walked around to observe the place. it looked like it was made by wood and it had a head of a fake bull hung on a wall. Underneath it was a secured and strong glass box that had an old gun and bullets in it with gloves and other stuff. Dean liked it. But what he really liked was the hat on top of the box. A cowboy hat, sitting there peacefully, waiting for someone to pick it up. That someone was Dean, and he put it on. Because he’s Dean.

He looked at the mirror and he was enjoying his time. Little does he know that the girl he’s been crushing on, (y/n), was staring at him and romanticising all those nasty things they’d do together. She had a major crush on him too. How could anyone look this hot? Especially at this time. I must look like a slob, i must be out of his league. He’s probably married and has an apple pie life…  She thought and thought until he was in front of her, she must have been in a trance because she didn’t notice it until he said “You like the view?”

“Oh!- uhm, i- I’m sorry, just reaaallly tired, hehe, you know… early shifts” She stuttered and tried really hard to cover it up, but that doesn’t work on Dean Winchester. Or anyone in fact. 

“nice try, sweetheart” he said smirking, and winked at the end. wINKED.

“i think the pie is ready” (y/n) muttered and left to get the pie that would definitely be cooked by now.

around 4 minutes later, she bought the pie to Dean who was waiting patiently.

Originally posted by supernatural-through-my-veins

He smirked as she arrived. She was blushing madly.

“whip cream?” she asked un confidently, only getting a huge grin from pretty-green-eyes with the cowboy hat that turned her on. She knows he wasn’t oblivious on how insane he made (y/n) feel. She doesn’t even know his name yet.

“Im Dean” ignoring the question earlier.

“(y/n)” she said back. Dean… nice.

“and, yes id like whip cream” he added in, as his tongue darted at the bottom lip for a quick second.

fuck.

She placed the big slice of apple pie in front of him, the fork, spoon and knife as well; and turned around to get the whip cream.

fuck fuck fuck

by now she was mildly turned on. She realised they were the only ones in the shack. No one would know. Apart from that guy with hair better than any other girl’s outside, knocked out. He had a nice car, she thought it might been Dean’s brother. 

Lets play this game then.

She came back with the bottle of whip cream, but Dean noticed the she was more confident now, and that her white button up was opened and showed a little cleavage just above the red apron. Who’s turn is it to be turned on now?

She put some whip cream on the pie (that was already half eaten), not before she took a taste of her own. Licking it off her finger, slowly. Dean just imagining what she’d do to him.

He bit his bottom lip so hard, his lip paled under the pressure.

That’s when she twirled around, where Dean got a glimpse of the black undies due to how high she pulled her skirt up and the air blowing it up slightly. He wanted her so bad. No, needed her. As much as she does, but she was having a little too much fun. She winked at him and went to the back where they have the oven.

oh no she won't 

“oh come back here” he said sitting up straight now.

She obeyed and turned back and cat walked her way to the horny Dean Winchester. 

She then sat on his lap, and took his cowboy hat off to wear it instead of him. She smirked knowing that he liked it better on her, but she like it better on him. Now they were eating each other faces and grinding at each other. Desperate for each other, to taste more. Her hands grabbed a bunch of Dean’s hair and Dean let out a small moan. She smirked again and deepened the kiss. They parted for air, and they both missed each other the second they did. 

“fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Dean breathed out. 

“Lets go to the back room, the rest of the staff are coming.”

Dean let out an animalistic growl as response and grabbed (y/n) up and made out their way there. Shutting the door quickly behind to get to nasty business ;)

LOL im sorry

Ps, if you DID like it you could request more if you want lmao
Remember Me?

Summary: Y/N was put in solitary and Bellamy Blake was her only companion.  Now they’re all on Earth.  But does he remember her? And how does she feel about him?

Word Count: just over 1,400


“Come on,” Bellamy yelled, veering to the right. “There are caves this way.”

He grabs Charlotte’s hand and pulls her along. I realized we were near the cave I’d found earlier.

I ran faster. Before I knew it, I was in front of them.

And then I was on the ground. My bad ankle had given out. I fell with a cry. I started to get up right away but it was difficult since I only had one foot to use now.

We had no idea what this fog was. But fog isn’t supposed to be orange. And it isn’t supposed to move that quickly. It moved just a little bit faster than us, catching up too quickly.

“Come on,” Bellamy groaned, grabbing my waist as I pushed myself up again. He was quick about it all since the acid burned if you touched it. Trust me, I know. He lifted me off the ground and pulled me up the hill. I wrapped my arms around his neck so he wouldn’t drop me.

Charlotte almost ran past the cave but Bellamy grabbed her arm. He pushed her in and practically threw me in.

I landed on my good foot and hopped inside. I dropped to the ground and leaned back against the wall, panting.

Why didn’t Bellamy just leave me? He only ever really cared about himself. And Octavia. And now kind of Charlotte.

Maybe I judged him too harshly.

“Where are the others?” I asked when he came back in, coughing a little.

“There are other caves,” he said, sitting down near me. “They must have found a different one.”

“What was that?”

“No idea.”

“How long you think we’re gonna be here?” I asked, leaning my head back against the wall. My ankle was throbbing.

“Might want to get comfortable,” he said.

I sighed and reached down. I pulled my boot off and rolled my pants up. My ankle was tender. It wasn’t broken; it was just sprained…again.

For a few minutes, the three of us just sat there. No one knew what to say.

“Does anyone have any food?” Charlotte asked softly.

I sighed and reached into my bag. I’d grabbed it right before we left, knowing it’d come in handy sometime.

I had another weapon, my jacket while my sweatshirt was tied around my waist, a small container made from the dropship full of nuts and berries, a canteen of water. I didn’t trust anyone else to pack what we needed. I wanted to be prepared.

“Here,” I said, grabbing out the container. I passed it up to her.

“Thanks,” she said softly. She took some and passed it back to me.

I offered it to Bellamy next but he didn’t want any. I shrugged and ate some for myself. They were actually pretty good and pretty filling.

“Here,” I said, pulling out the water after a little while. I gave it to Charlotte first. She drank some quickly. I then made Bellamy drink some even though he didn’t want to. I drank last, making sure to save some for later.

I took my jacket out and put it in a pile next to Charlotte. We both exchanged a smile before she laid down. Bellamy put his jacket over her as a blanket.

I didn’t think I would be sleeping. I wanted to be out there the second the fog is gone. I have to make sure the others are okay. Did the fog go all the way to camp?

“Do you remember me?” Bellamy finally asked after a half an hour of silence. I’m pretty sure Charlotte was already asleep.

I looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. I honestly didn’t think he remembered me. I simply nodded.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

I shrugged. “I didn’t know if you remembered me.”

“Nearly a year of visiting every day,” he said. “I think anyone would remember.”

I laughed a little. “Life was so much simpler than,” I sighed. My smile faded.

“What happened?”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you come back?”

He sighed and looked down. He swirled the dirt around with his finger. “I did something stupid.”

“But you didn’t get floated,” I said. “So it wasn’t that stupid.”

“I took Octavia to a party,” he sighed. “We got caught. She went to lockup and I became a janitor.”

“Oh,” I breathed. “That was pretty stupid,” I said with a smile.

Bellamy laughed.

“But it all worked out. You and Octavia are on Earth together-”

“And she hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you,” I said. “But it would help if you’d be a little nicer to her friends…like Jasper.”

“Why do you guys care so much?” he asked with a sigh.

“Are you kidding? Octavia cares because first he saved her life and then he went first to try to impress her. She feels like it’s her fault and the only thing that will change that is him waking up. It was Clarke’s idea to go to Mount Weather. She feels like it’s her fault Jasper was even put in that position. And she can’t save him like she thinks her mother would be able to. Monty is losing his best friend and there’s nothing he can do. He’s trying with the wristbands but nothing’s working right now. It was supposed to be Finn going first. It was supposed to be Finn getting hurt but Jasper stepped forward instead. He feels guilty now too. Even Wells feels guilty because he couldn’t go.”

We sat in silence for a little while. I just looked at the wall across from me, rather than Bellamy to the right.

“And you?”

“Before I was arrested, he and Monty were like my best friends,” I said with a shrug. “He’s basically a brother, okay? When I was first arrested, he visited me every single time. He didn’t give up on me and I’m not giving up on him now. Clarke will find something and he will wake up.“

"Why do you have so much faith in Clarke?”

I shrugged. “Who else am I gonna have faith in?”

“Me,” he said simply, looking down again.

“You strong-armed your way into power,” I said, looking over at him. “You got idiots to take off their wristbands for food. People are gonna die up there and they’re gonna die down here. We’re not enough to take on Grounders.”

Neither of us said anything after that.

I slipped my sweatshirt on and pulled my hood up. I leaned against the wall again and stared at the wall.

Bellamy laid down and turned away from me.

We were only silent a half an hour before Charlotte was screaming.

“Charlotte,” I gasped. I reached up and shook her shoulder. Bellamy was up again, shaking her knees.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking between the two of us.

I glanced back at Bellamy before I looked over at her again. “Does it happen often?”

“What are you scared of?” Bellamy asked. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it.”

“But…I’m asleep,” she said, looking over at him and pouting a little.

“Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you’re awake, they won’t be there to get you when you sleep.”

“Yeah, but…how?”

“You can’t afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death. Let me see that knife I gave you.” She handed him her knife and he gripped it tight. I furrowed my eyebrows. Where was he going with this? “Now, when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say, ‘screw you. I’m not afraid.’”

He handed it back to her and she did the same. “Screw you. I’m not afraid. Screw you. I’m not afraid.” The second time was stronger.

“Slay your demons, kid. Then you’ll be able to sleep.”

He laid back down but I could tell she still didn’t want to go to sleep. You can’t just tell yourself you’re not afraid. She was still scared.

I leaned back against the wall again and I sang.

“My precious one, my tiny one, lay down your pretty head. My dearest one my sleepy one, it’s time to go to bed,” I sang softly.

Bellamy stiffened but didn’t say anything. After the song, I glanced back and saw Charlotte was asleep.

I laid my head back and fell asleep quickly.

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Mercury: Mel… I… I don’t know what I’m doing, okay? I have no idea how any of this is supposed to work. I never had any friends, heck, I never talked to anyone besides my own parents. And they were arranged to be married, I’ve never known what marrying for love meant. And I especially don’t know what it means to love two people at the same time the way that I love you and Carnation.  

Melrose: I don’t know what it means either…

Mercury: I’m not trying to hurt you… I swear I’m not. Tell me what to do to make things better and I’ll do it.

Easter pancakes 🐣 🐰 🍫 You see it better when they’re cut in the middle but these pancakes actually have 3 different colors and flavors : plain, matcha and berry 💛💖💚 Also does anyone know a good swimsuit retailer ? I guess living in LA I should stock up on swimming gear 👙

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WITTE: This isn’t even so bad…

FEE: See! I’m the best cuddler around, can I use you as a reference?

WITTE: No, I mean it.

FEE: So do I!

WITTE: Just listen. I really appreciate you sticking out your neck for me and doing all this to keep me company. I haven’t had contact with anyone for weeks so I’m glad you’re here now.

FEE: That’s what I’m here for! I love you Witte and you know I’d stay over as much as I could.

WITTE: I know, but I like it this way, the way we are now. I don’t think I want anything more than we have now.

Coercion - 6

@coveofmemories @hanny-bananny @my-xomatosis-s @skeletoresinthebasement @passionate-hedgehog

You are just about to start your new job at the BAU after years of working to get there, when a man you don’t know approaches you with an evil plan and knowledge of every sordid detail of your past. What will you do? Will you give into the man’s demands? Or will you be able to find another way out?

                                                             —–

“Hotch!” Spencer screamed as his boss turned away and toward the interrogation room. He ran up behind him, refusing to let this go. How was he supposed to? “Hotch, you have to let me interrogate her.” He knew he shouldn’t, but he’d been lied to for a year. He’d slept with this woman…loved this woman…and she’d tried to kill one of his best friends. How else was he supposed to react?

For the second time, Hotch denied him. “You’re to close to this, Reid,” he said curtly. “You can’t be the one to interrogate her. You know that.”

“Hotch, please,” he begged. He was desperate for answers. Anything to help him make sense of his world. “At least let me be in the room, you can ask her the questions and I can sit in the background.”

“No, Agent Reid. You watch from the outside just like everyone else.” And with that, he turned around, leaving Spencer feeling like he wanted to punch a wall. He’d never felt that way in his life, but right now, there were a mess of emotions crawling their way through his brain and body and he wanted some way to get them out. Instead of punching something, he turned around and wrapped his arms around JJ.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, feeling guilty for letting Y/N into their lives.

She sighed, the tears having run out before. Now she was numb - and she wanted answers. “This isn’t your fault, Spence,” she said. “Let’s go.”

                                                            —–

it had been nearly an hour since Spencer threatened your life should you step near his team again. Despite everything, you couldn’t help but be proud of him. His team was his family and he would do anything to protect them. It was one of the many things you admired about him. Spencer obviously wouldn’t be the one to interrogate you; that would be a conflict of interest. It wouldn’t be JJ either, considering she’s the one you nearly killed. Your suspicion was that it would either be Hotch or Rossi.

Just as you drifted off into your own thoughts, open this time to letting them consume you and eat you alive, Hotch entered the room. Even in the short while you’d worked with him, you’d seen that face - the face that said ‘give me a reason not to kill you.’

“Agent, Y/L/N,” he started. “Walk me through what you did first. I don’t want to know why you did it right now, who put you up to it if anyone did. I want you to tell me exactly what you did.”

You took a deep breath, feeling the cold cuffs pull against your prickling skin. When you first opened your mouth, nothing came out, so in an attempt to steady your thoughts, you closed your eyes and repeatedly swallowed the lump in your throat. “I put four Belladonna berries into JJ’s smoothie yesterday morning.”

“Why four? Was four enough to kill her? Or was that not the goal?”

“It wasn’t meant to kill her,” you said, staring at the two-way window toward the right side, where you realized JJ had a tendency to stand. She wasn’t in here, but you wanted to talk to her. She needed to know…They all needed to know…Spencer…Spencer needed to know. “It wasn’t even meant to make her as sick as she got. I’m assuming she has a bit of a cold.”

“What was the point of making her sick?” he asked hotly, his eyes piercing into your head and boring holes into the wall behind you.

“The point was to eventually make her death look natural,” you said, choking on the last few words. “He wanted it to look natural.”

As soon as you uttered that word, he, you felt a change in the air. Even on the other side of the glass, you could tell that everyone wanted to know who the he was, and you had officially put a target on Spencer’s head. Ashton said he’d kill Spencer if you told anyone. “Who is he?” Hotch asked. “Someone put you up to this?”

“Bentley Ashton,” you whispered.

A look of recognition flashed across his eyes. You saw the cogs turning in his brain. “We put I’m away for murder nearly 10 years ago and he was recently released. No doubt due to his connections.”

Just slightly, you nodded your head. “Yes, he approached me shortly before I started.”

“And said what? Introduced himself and said hey kill a member of my team?” It wasn’t like Hotch to sass anyone. When he did, it was angrily.

Since Spencer had brought you inside, you’d gone number, but the interrogation was bringing everything back. It was bubbling under your skin and threatening to rip you apart. “He said I had to kill everyone, but Spencer, or else…” Even now you couldn’t say why. Why were you such a coward? Had everything your parents taught you been beaten out of you on the streets? “He said he wanted payback for you putting him away ten years ago.”

“What did he threaten you with that made you take him up on this deal?” he asked. The question was asked hotly, but he was also genuinely curious.

Another moment of truth. “He said…” you started, swallowing some to get rid of the dryness in your throat. “He said to carry out his plan, or else he would kill Spencer…and expose my past.”

“What past?” And why wasn’t he going to hurt Reid?”

The tears stung your eyes as you forced yourself to put the next thought into past tense. “Because I was dating him. He said that would make it to obvious.” Your hands were cuffed, but not to the table, so you brought your hands up and covered your face as you sobbed. “I never wanted any of this! I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t even be here, I should’ve died years ago.”

“What past was he going to expose?”

How were you supposed to say this out loud? That you stupidly got tricked into being a prostitute for one of the nation’s biggest drug dealers and pimps. That at the age of 34, you couldn’t count the number of men that had been inside you and robbed you of your dignity. For more than a few moments, you stared off into the distance, begging the moment to disappear and float away.

Hotch was a patient man, especially when there were no time constraints, so he was fine to let you stare off into space, but you were jerked out of your thoughts when the door slammed into the wall so hard that the piece of doorknob that hit the wall actually cracked. “What past did you not want us to know about?” Spencer screamed, getting right up in your face. His own was beat red with anger and he slammed his hand down on the table before Hotch reprimanded him and Morgan came in to hold him back.

He couldn’t hit you. He couldn’t scream in your ear. But that didn’t stop him from screaming. “What could’ve possibly been so awful?!” His yelling brought you back to the many times Rocco had yelled like that. You knew Spencer wasn’t Rocco, but the memories were still there and it kept you from speaking. He deserved to yell - you could give him that. “Huh? What is it, Y/N? What could’ve possibly convinced you that any of this was okay?”

“I never thought any of it was okay!” you screamed back, the tears overflowing when you finally looked at him. “Nothing about my life has ever been okay!”

 Even Morgan had to tighten his grip to hold Spencer back from you. “Then what was it?!” he screamed again. 

“I was a whore!” you cried, your head falling into your hands again. “After my parents died, I had nowhere to turn, and like a stupid child, I got tricked into a life I never intended to lead. I was ashamed.” You sobbed openly, no longer trying to conceal anything from anyone.

With the floodgates open, you couldn’t stop yourself from screaming. You stood up and got right up into Spencer’s face just as he’d done to you. Hotch had gotten up from his seat, thinking you were going to attempt to hurt Spencer, but you couldn’t Of course they couldn’t believe that under the circumstances. “I’ve been beaten! I’ve had my bones broken by the men that paid for me. I’ve been raped. I’ve had knives used against my skin because the rush of torturing and raping a 15-year-old girl got my clients off. I’ve been left on the side of the road with my thighs and vagina in too much pain to walk! I’ve been used as a drug mule! My only friend on the streets was murdered in front of me because I asked for a break and she had offered to take my client to let me rest. After all that, I tried to kill myself!” Your throat was raw, but you couldn’t stop. “But I had nothing. I had no money. So the only way I could think of doing it was to swallow the half a bottle of sleeping pills I had found in the trash. The next morning, I woke up in a pool of my own vomit. I took it was a sign that I was meant to do something with my life, so I pushed myself up. I walked away from the town I grew up in. Hid in sewers and pipes and abandoned buildings to make sure my pimp wouldn’t find me and kill me, or worse, rape me too, because he liked to do that if I haven’t mentioned it already, and send me back to my old life. I clawed my way up. I begged and cried and bled to get where I am now, and then that bastard came up to me and threatened to take it all away or he’d expose my past and kill you.”

For a few moments, the heaviness of your confession weighed them down. “Despite what you think, Spencer Reid, I love you more than I thought I could love anyone after my parents died. I was trying to think of a way to trick Ashton, to get you all to bring me in here, so that I could tell you his plan and hopefully take the fucker down, but I needed more time, so I put the berries in JJ’s drink. And I hate myself. I thought I hated myself then, the many times I had my face mashed into the ground while a strange man pushed himself inside me, but watching as JJ convulsed…I’ve never hated myself more.”

Collapsing back into the wall and slipping down, you started to scream, pulling at your hair as you buried your head in your knees. When you looked up again, everyone was still there, except Spencer. “Y/N,” Hotch said. “Until we can determine just how culpable you are, I’m going to need you to hand over your badge and gun.”

Your gun had already been taken from you, but the badge was still on you. Just over a week in the job you’d always wanted, and with a snap of your fingers it had all been taken away. Without looking up, you handed your badge to whoever was there.

“Please,” you said softly, repeating yourself at Morgan’s insistence. “Please protect Spencer. Ashton has all the money you could possibly need. He said he’d kill Spencer. Please don’t let him die.”

“We protect our own,” Morgan said, turning away and walking out.

Hotch swallowed hard and walked out, followed by Emily and JJ, leaving only Rossi and Garcia in the room. As soon as Spencer had introduced you to the team, you had gravitated toward Rossi. He reminded you of your father, and apparently, you reminded him a lot of his daughter, Joy. You could tell he hurt for you, but he needed time to process what you’d just said and walked out of the room. Garcia was the only one left. The perfect ray of sunshine that the world didn’t deserve. 

“Y/N,” she said softly, crouching down to meet your gaze. She grabbed your hands. She grabbed your hands. “I don’t think you could’ve gone through with it…JJ, I mean. I don’t understand. And I need time…but I’m so, so sorry for what you went through. I don’t care who you are. No one deserves that.” As another sob choked out of you, your head fell into your knees, and against all odds, you felt Garcia lay her head on top of yours. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

anonymous asked:

Iida w/ a crush hcs????

This is my first request for anime sonic and honestly??? I’m surprised bc i love him so much

  • He does not know the first thing about romance
  • If he has a crush on you, he’ll probably stricter with you about rules than anyone else
  • Its because he cares about you and doesn’t want you to get in trouble
  • 10/10 will share weird facts or useless knowledge as a way of flirting
  • “Hey Y/N did you know a banana is a berry, and a strawberry is not?” “Iida what does that have to do with anything” “I thought you should know because I find you berry appealing”
  • Will try to flirt also via puns, because he wants you to see a more fun loving, humourous side to him
  • Will not hesitate to say yes if you ask him to study with you
  • He will pretty much do anything you ask of him, so long as it is appropriate and doesn’t break any rules
Author Spotlight: Black John Lennon day 2

Day 2: Recs!

Please recommend 3 - 5 of your own fic.


Born to Be Mild

A lot of my fic is inspired by things going on in fandom. Sometimes it’s wank, sometimes it’s meta, sometimes it’s fanon that I disagree with. Sometimes it’s anger and I write what  my fandom friends call “spite fic”. This definitely isn’t a “spite fic”. This was inspired by a lot of talk during season 5  and the hiatus (though I can’t remember which one, there were so many) about Blaine needing to experience New York separately from Kurt and how Kurt had so many experiences when he was there, and for Blaine to move in straight away, he wouldn’t get to experience New York. And so I thought, not what if Kurt felt that way, but what if Blaine thought he did.

I had a lot of fun writing this. At the time I had a little “Committee” of fandom friends that I’d bounce ideas off of. I’d be in our Kik convos asking “what kind of tattoo would Blaine get”? and stuff like that.

What i love about this fic is that Kurt really could not care less that Blaine is this huge nerd. He doesn’t want a “bad boy” and I loved playing with their relationship, what they think about each other, and what their friends may think. I love writing Blam’s friendship, and I had fun bringing back stripper!Sam. Sam is a character that despite his relationship with Blaine and the fact that he once lived with Kurt, really doesn’t get used very much in fic.  

My favorite part is actually a Hummelberry scene. I laughed out loud writing it because this is the Hummelberry that I miss. Rachel who’s going a mile a minute and Kurt who is just as bad. When they play off each other’s ridiculousness is when that friendship shines.

So he talks to Rachel about it.

“I don’t think Blaine’s been acting that weird, he’s probably just getting more used to being in New York. This city changes you Kurt, you know that. I was waiting to see what kind of effect it would have on Blaine. It was just a bit delayed,” Rachel says, sipping her tea.

“Rachel, weren’t you worried when he took two hours to go down to Duane Reade?”

“No. Sam texted me to tell me he was there,” Rachel says quickly, not looking at Kurt. Kurt raises an eyebrow at her.

“Excuse me? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I forgot! We were drinking and then when I remembered to tell you they got here, so I didn’t think it was a big deal.”

Kurt rolls his eyes, “Yes, but Rachel, when they got here they just sat at the table drinking and drawing and Blaine got way drunker than normal. And he took his shirt off.”

“Why are you acting like you’ve never gotten drunk and taken your shirt off? And he gave you a lap dance, why are you complaining?”

“Because, I know Blaine and he’s being weird. He’s been working out like crazy with Sam. And he’s been using baby oil in the shower, it’s slippery. And I don’t know, I know my fiance and something is up with him.”

“Well, Kurt, you could just ask him,” Rachel says simply.

“It’s not that simple, Rachel. What if it’s me? What if I’m the one who’s boring? Santana’s right, look at all the stuff we did before he got here. It’s his first year after high school and he’s shacked up and engaged. What if he’s going through a weird phase and he wants to open our relationship or something? I got to date Adam, he never got to date anyone else. What if he’s preparing himself to start going out to clubs and meet someone else? I can’t -”

“Kurt, you need to calm down. Blaine is not trying to be with someone else. Trust me. He’s just getting used to the city. He’s probably helping Sam prepare for this thing he’s doing.”

“What thing, Rachel Berry what do you know?”

Rachel leans into Kurt, “Okay, you can’t tell anyone, because it’s a secret, but Sam’s competing in a dance competition to win some extra cash to take… someone he met out to dinner and a show. It’s actually really sweet, that he’s going to perform competitively to win this girl’s heart, I think it means that she’s important to him and -”

Kurt cuts Rachel off, “So Sam’s entering a strip contest so he can take you on a date?”

Rachel stops, shocked.

“Whatever. You don’t think Blaine would- nah. Blaine? Strip? Blaine would never,” Kurt shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea, but chokes at the same time Rachel catches his eye.

“Blaine entered the stripping contest, didn’t he?”

Rachel nods.


Take It Home

One of my favorite tropes is Klaine through other characters eyes. Another favorite trope of mine is various characters walking in on Klaine hooking up. I don’t know why, but it makes me laugh. As most people know, I really, really loved the season 4 newbies and their friendship with Blaine and I always felt that Kurt would get to know them because they’re Blaine’s friends. What better way to introduce those guys into the fold than to have them being the ones to find Klaine in various states of undress while the older kids are rolling their eyes.

At the time, I was writing a lot of the New New Directions and very little Klaine. I was just so happy to see Blaine with a group of friends that I was obsessed with writing about that group, they made me so happy, which I know is an unpopular opinion. What surprised me though, was how much fun I had mixing the old group with the new in this fic. And how i liked kind of imagining the original group threw these younger, newer characters’ eyes.

My favorite part:

“Didn’t need to. They’re here. They’re just busy humping like bunnies in the back of Blaine’s car,” Unique rolls her eyes in amusement before opening the bag and pulling out her wig.

“Are you friggin serious?” Tina asks rolling her eyes, “I know they’re engaged and have spent like a bunch of months apart, but this is just ridiculous.”

Marley frowns, “Did you see anything?”

“Child no. Once I saw the Prius was a’rockin and the windows were fogged up, I had the good sense to back away and come inside. Let them get that out of their systems now before they get in here. I’m not trying to see it, or hear it.”

“I know this is supposedly “normal” behavior for them as far as you two are concerned,” Kitty says gesturing to Tina and Mercedes, “But excuse us if we’re a little confused, because the Blaine we’ve gone to school with this whole year was an uptight little dictator with a stick up his butt most of the time. So sorry if we’re finding his exhibistinist kink a litlte surprising.”

“Gentlemen in the streets, freak in the sheets, lord bless him,” Unique says.

“Oh please, he probably lit candles in the car and put on the smooth jazz station. And I bet he has a timer set to make sure the sex lasts exactly sixteen minutes and forty-seven seconds so that they can get in their approximately three minutes and thirteen seconds in the afterglow. Then he can brush his teeth, with exactly two hundred strokes, rinse his mouth out for thirty seconds and then reapply an entire jar of hair gel so no one knows he’s been humping his fiance in his douchey hybrid.”

“Okay, you’ve put way too much thought into that,” Mercedes says.

“You know what? No. They promised us cheesecake and gourmet sandwiches and I’m not gonna sit up here waiting and starving to death because they can’t keep it in their pants. I’m not afraid to just open the door and pull them out!” Tina starts to storm out of the room and bumps into Kurt and Blaine.

“Relax Tina, we’re here. We just had a last minute stop to make,” Kurt says as he and Blaine come into the room with their bags.

“Mmm hmmm,” Unique says as she watches them get comfortable in her room, “sure you did.”

Inhale, Exhale With My Flow

The inspiration behind this is that I really like smoking weed. I don’t do it often, but I do enjoy it. And I don’t think it’s taboo and I don’t think it’s bad. And the thought of these three characters high made me laugh, so I wrote this. I loved the Blamtina relationship at the end of season 5. The way they play off each other, the way they give each other a safe space to be as weird as they each are. And when you add weed to that, of course the results would be hilarious.

Kurt’s only in this briefly, but his part was fun to write because I don’t think Kurt is exasperated by Blaine’s weirdness or his friendship with Sam and Tina, I think he’s affectionately amused by it, and probably gets a lot of phone calls while Blaine is with them that make him smile. I feel sometimes, fandoms goes more for Kurt being too cool for the room and making him eye rolly at Blaine’s odder traits, but I never saw Kurt that way. Kurt’s an odd duck himself, so I don’t think he’d be annoyed at finding out that this seemingly put together fiance is just as odd albeit in completely different ways.

My favorite part:

“Blaine, your pants are making music.” Sam says.

“Yeah they are,” Tina says and immediately starts laughing. Blaine reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone.

“Aw, Kurt’s calling me. I was thinking of him and then he called me.” Blaine smiles at them, puts the phone down and smiles.

“You should probably answer it.”

“Maybe he shouldn’t. Guys, I’m so high right now,” Tina says, “and you’re also so high right now. If Kurt finds out we’re so high, he’s definitely gonna get all Kurt like and he’s gonna be all “Blah blah about it.”

Blaine’s phone starts ringing again.

“He has to answer it or else Kurt is gonna get like extra Kurt and be all mad and his eyebrow are gonna do that thing. Then Blaine’s gonna be all freaked out and sad and I can’t deal with sad Blaine, Tina, I’m too high.”

“Fine, Blaine, answer your phone, but try to not sound like you just smoked a lot of weed.”

Blaine’s eyes widen in panic, “But how?”

“I don’t know!”

Sam grabs Blaine’s phone and answers it.

“Um… hi Kurt. Blaine’s right here. Hold on…” Sam says really slowly. He then puts the phone on speaker.

“You put the phone on speaker, right Sam?” Kurt asks.

“Hi Kurt!” Blaine says brightly.

“What’s going on over there? First you sent me that text that was pretty much indecipherable, and then you don’t answer your phone. I was starting to get worried.”

“There’s nothing to worry about Kurt, Blaine totally didn’t find Brett’s weed stash and bring it to Tina’s house and we definitely did not smoke it,” Sam explains nervously. Tina attempts to glare at him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Kurt then starts laughing, “Oh my God, where did you find Brett’s weed?”

“The craft room. You’re not mad? But I think I forgot my words,” Blaine tells him.

“Aw, sweetie, you’ll get them back, I promise. And be careful what you eat when you give into the munchies, the resulting stomach ache is as bad as any hangover. Trust me. I think I ate everything at Taco Bell.”

“Wait, you’ve totally done this before!” Sam says, pointing at the phone.

“Once. With the band. And I hated it. I had thoughts, but I couldn’t communicate them well and my throat burned and even though Elliot made us a filter with dryer sheets, the apartment needed some serious Fabreezing the next day. Not for me. But sweetie, seriously, I thought you’d butt texted me while being ax murdered, so if this does become a habit, turn your phone off. I can’t handle that kind of stress right now.”

“I’m sorry, did I use any actual words in that text?’

“No honey, not really. I’m gonna let you guys get back to that. And remember our agreement. Call me in the morning.” Kurt hangs up and Blaine smiles at the ceiling.

“What’s your agreement, Blaine?” Tina asks.

“What agreement?”

“You guys have a sex agreement, don’t you. Did Kurt give you permission to have sex with Sam?”

Slow to Warm

I am obsessed with Kurt and Blaine as Dads. It’s always been a trope that I’ve enjoyed, but now that they’re canon Dads of a little girl, I can’t stop writing about it. One of my favorite ideas to think about is what their kid’s temperament will be. If Rachel is the Bio Mom, will the baby be anything like her? Nature vs Nurture, meaning, regardless of who the bio Dad is, the kid is going to pick up traits from both of them. I’m a huge fan of writing them with babies and toddlers because that time can be both difficult and memorable, and well babies are cute.

And babies are picky. And they don’t like everyone. The idea of one of their friends not bonding with the baby right away was interesting to me. And the idea of that friend being Tina who would take it the most personally is also interesting. And well Kurt and Blaine are the first friends to have kids, so of course everyone is going to be passing the baby around and wanting to be the on that the baby likes.

My favorite part, of course inolves the big group together, probably making too much noise at a diner.

When they arrive at the restaurant, heading towards their usual huge table, Tracey lights up as soon as she sees Sam and Mercedes.

“Sam! Sam! Sam!” Tracey calls excitedly from her stroller, she waves her arms at him as he approaches.

“There’s my favorite God Daughter!” Sam says as he pulls her from her stroller. He blows a raspberry onto her cheek and she laughs and claps.

“Donald Duck, Unca Sam, Donald Duck!”

“You want me to talk like Donald Duck?” He asks in a perfect impression. Tracey throws her head back and laughs as her Dads fold the stroller and take their places at the table. When Sam sits down, Mercedes reaches over and takes Tracey from Sam.

“How’s my baby! Did you have a fun birthday?”

Tracey nods, “I got toys.”

“Yes you did, probably too many if I let your Daddys tell it.”

Artie and Tina walk in, Artie rolling straight over to where Mercedes is holding Tracey, holding a glass of orange juice to Tracey’s mouth.

“There’s my favorite baby girl!” Artie says, he puts his hand up and Tracey gives him a “high five”.

Tina follows Artie to their seats, she smiles at Tracey who looks at her with a confused frown on her face.

“Hi Tracey!” Tina says. Tracey stares at Tina, same confused, look on her face. Blaine goes over and grabs Tracey from Mercedes, sitting down with her next to Tina and turning towards her.

“Say hi to Auntie Tay Tay!” Blaine says, kissing Tracey on the cheek. Tracey just shakes her head and turns back to Mercedes.

“Cedes!” Tracey whines, reaching out for Mercedes. Blaine looks at Kurt panicked as he can see both Tina and Tracey getting upset.

“What’s going on?” Sam asks looking between his upset goddaughter and Tina.

“She hates me!” Tina says, bursting into tears.

“No, Tina, no. NO CRYING!” Sam says. Tracey looks at Tina and starts whining.

“Give me my God Baby back, I have no idea what’s going on, but my baby is getting upset. Come here sweetie.” Mercedes says, taking Tracey from a clearly panicked Blaine.

“I told you she hates me! I told you! Why would she hate me?”

“Because she’s half Rachel,” Santana says as she and Brittany approach the table, “I don’t know what I just missed, but apparently baby Klainchel here is already making weaker beings cry. She’s a baby after my own heart.”

“Santana, stop,’ Kurt hisses at her. He turns to Tina, “She doesn’t hate you, she just doesn’t know you. You and Artie have been making your movie, and then you guys went on vacation, then you had your press junket and awards season, she’s seen you twice since she was born.”

“Kurt’s right! She’s just not sure who you are,” Blaine says, rubbing Tina’s back.

“And she knows Sam and Mercedes? They don’t live in New York, how often does she see them?”

“We skype with them once a week and she talks to Sam on the phone all the time, he reads her stories and does impressions of her favorite Disney characters,” Mercedes says.

“And Artie? She doesn’t hate Artie.”

“It’s because he looks like he’s in a stroller too,” Brittany says.

“Brittany’s right, I’m closer to her eye level, so I’m not as imposing and threatening.”

“Seriously, Tina you need to calm down. She’s a toddler, who cares what she likes, she probably eats off the floor, she has no taste. Now lets order, because I needs to get my waffle on.”

“I resent the implication that my child has no taste,” Kurt mumbles taking his seat.

5. Everlasting Words

So writing Blaine has always been easier for me because I find it easy to get into his head. I haven’t really found Kurt that easy. But one thing Kurt and I have in common is loving Blaine. And sometimes, I think Kurt is written as so cold towards Blaine and it really hurts my heart. Kurt loves Blaine so much, and I wanted to put a spotlight on all the ways and reasons that Kurt loves Blaine even if he doesn’t always openly express it, so this fic was born.

I wanted to make sure that I was writing about why Kurt  loves Blaine, not why I love Blaine. And I really enjoyed exploring that, it was a challenge, but I think I was successful.

My favorite part, I used to work at Build a Bear Workshop, so writing about Klaine in there was fun.

Sometimes Blaine is just the cutest human being to walk the earth, and in those moments Kurt doesn’t even know what to do with himself, so in awe of how any person could be that joyful over something so simple.

Like the time they were in the mall and happened past a Build a Bear Workshop.

"Kurt, oh my God Kurt! It’s a Chewbacca. I can build a wookie!! Omg they have his voice and bowcaster too! We have to go in. Ooh, maybe I can make Sam and Han Solo bear for when he can’t sleep.” Kurt watched as Blaine made his way through every station in the store, making sure Han and Chewie were fully equipped, even recording a message for Sam doing his best Han Solo impression. But the thing that stopped Kurt short was Blaine and the kids in the store. He kneels down next to a little girl struggling to get a shoe on her Princess Bear.

“Are you a princess too?” Blaine asks while he puts the shoe on the bear. He spends five minutes letting the little girl explain the made up story of her bear’s kingdom.

When they leave, one Chewbacca, one Han Solo and a very well dressed bear Kurt made himself, the employees pretty much force a job application into Blaine’s hand as he puts his Chewbacca into a backpack to carry with them the rest of the trip.

“You are such a cutie, you know that?” Kurt tells Blaine, taking his hand and kissing his cheek on the way out.

A while back, @ohmyprivacy​ sent us this fan mail: 

And I was going to turn it into a gifset (because why not) but we can’t get a hold of a translation of that full exchange! So here’s the link, for anyone who would like to take a shot at it! (make gifsets for us to reblog pls haha)

We’re still not 100% certain of what Hugh Jackman says, but it’s something like: “Well… Storm! Maybe- what about that? Halle Berry? That’s a great relationship to explore. I’m all for/open to it.” 

and regardless of how you feel about the films, it’s nice to know that Mr. Jackman’s answer to a Logan/Jean question is basically “OK, but what if Logan/Ororo”

Cedar and Bergamot

Here is the entire, completed and updated, Cedar and Bergamot! 1.4K words, smut free! Not a lot of dialogue, just Simon obsessing over his beautiful, evil roommate.

Summary: Things have been… different with Baz since they called the truce. Still, Simon never expected to have such a nice dream about him. A dream he can’t seem to get out of his head…


Simon woke up more confused than he ever had before.

He’d never had a dream like that before.

Baz had been front and center in his nightmares for so long. He’d been the enemy since the day Simon had met him. Perhaps even before that day.

Baz had literally tried to murder him before. Multiple times.

But there were gray areas now. There was no denying that things were different lately. The two had called a temporary truce, and Baz wasn’t so… evil anymore. So larger than life.

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Nohrian Festival: Leo and Kamui Married Conversation Pt. 1 & 2

I’ve put their unmarried conversation up HERE already. It’s actually pretty interesting to read them side-by-side because the conversation is mostly the same with several changes here and there to reflect that they are now married. Particularly at the end of Pt. 2. It takes a huge deviation.

I’d suggest reading them side-by-side to compare. It’s pretty neat. 

And of course, I had to put Kamui as a pure female. My apologizes to all BrotherxBrother shippers out there.

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Nat: Yeah, but my sister’s her best friend. I mean, if I was pregnant, I wouldn’t just quit hanging out with you

Jefferson: Dude, what the hell?

Nat: I’m just saying – I’d want all the support I could get, you know?

Jefferson: Yeah, I gotcha. She just don’t want anyone makin’ fun of her, y’know?

Nat: I wouldn’t–

Jefferson: I know you wouldn’t, but…

Nat: Yeah, yeah, I get it. It just sucks. It’s weird just like, not ever seeing her.

Jefferson: Well… she’s gonna be at my art show tonight. You might could talk to her there, if you wanted to come.

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“Okay…I know we need to talk.”

“Ophelia, i’m not sure what else to say at this point. You know how i feel. Where we go from here is in your court.”

“I’m scared Lilac.”

“Huh? Scared of what?”

“Scared you’ll leave me, like my birth dad left my mom. Scared i’ll die and leave my child along like my mom left me alone. Scared I won’t have anyone to watch after them…I don’t have a big family like you, Lilac. I’m alone. My sister…I talked to her, she said she supports whatever i do. But she’s half a planet away. My aunts hate me. I’m alone!”

When All t.1 I have is you (Park Jimin X OC) P

Group & Member: BTS’S Jimin

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo


Genre:Fluff, Tragedy, Romance, Smut/Eventual, Interracial

TRIGGER WARNINGS APPLY

Series

Summary:  Depressed, suicidal and not exactly where he wants to be in life. Jimin is a recovering drug addict who lives life on the pessimistic side. He’s always cranky, He lashes out…His friends don’t know what to do. He doesn’t exactly have anywhere to go or anyone to turn to. He then meets Noelle; a foreigner who’s going through a string of events herself. The two cross paths and well…. It goes from there doesn’t it.

A/N: FT.Monsta X, 2ne1, BTS and a few others

Parts 1-

Jimin groaned as he sat back against the wall after he flushed the total. He felt terrible. As usual. He slung his apron off and cradled it in his arm with shaking hands after he walked out. He washed his hands quickly. He didn’t want to see himself. He figured his eyes were watery and puffy. Thank goodness he was done. He could clock out now and go home. Or what he called home.

“You haven’t had a relapse have you?” Asked Kai, His supervisor and friend when he walked in. He looked around, making sure no one else was in there before continuing his speech.

“No.” Jimin said lowly. He reached under the faucet to cup some water. Bringing it to his mouth he swished it around before spitting, trying to get the foul taste of vomit out of his mouth. then he brought cold water to his face, pushing his dark hair out of his face in the process.

The last thing on his mind was a relapse. He couldn’t handle losing this job and his friend throwing him out. ‘’Alright. I’ll see you on saturday then. Please go home and sleep.’’ Kai had a worried look on his usually cold face.

Jimin groaned and nodded. He tore off his apron and made his way to the subway station. The ride there as long as usual and depressing as usual. But this was now routine.

“I’m home.” he called slowly to his roommate, Yoongi. Yoongi was the first person Jimin came to when he got kicked out of his aunt and uncle’s house. Yoongi open up his home to him and took care of him. Also convinced Kai to help him get a job.He recalled waking up to Yoongi’s smiling face one morning. It wasn’t a very big smile. But it was a smile from Yoongi. So it counted.

‘’ Called Kai this morning. He said he can set you up with a job. On one condition. You’ve got to get off the drugs man. You’re a totally different person then when we met. And it’s scaring me. And limit your drinking. You’re a different person when you drink. And I hate it.’’

Jimin groaned at the memory as he grabbed a bottle of grapefruit soju from the fridge. He had limited his drinking. But calling drugs cold turkey was taking a toll on him. But he promised he wouldn’t relapse. He couldn’t. He sighed in relief when he realized Yoongi wasn’t home. He was probably working late at the studio. He was a stage coach that specializes in rap. But he liked to produce more than anything. So he was usually gone. Yoongi wasn’t a negative person. But he was the first one in their group to be labeled the dark one. And when it was Jimin’s turn, Yoongi stopped inviting him out. He became no fun. His mood would ruin everyone else’s.

There was a note on the fridge. ‘’Text me when you get home. I’ll send Jin hyung to come check on you.’’ Jimin rolled his eyes and tore the note off the fridge. And crumbled it up. He wasn’t a baby. He could look after himself. Even his own girlfriend, Mina treated him like a baby. Hmm. Mina. he hadn’t tried calling her in a while. He felt bad that he neglected her. But surely she understood. Opening the bottle and taking a long swig, Jimin sighed and started to shimmy off his clothes. It was nights like these he wanted to call his brother. The two used to lay out in the backyard of their aunt and Uncle’s and stare up at the night sky, talking about nonsense. But now a days Jihyun didn’t like Jimin contacting him.

‘’ Auntie and uncle say you’re a bad influence. They would rather have you talk to me when you have your life together. Right now I have to agree. You’re wasting it. I’m sorry bro. I love you. But don’t call anymore..I don’t want to get in trouble again .’’

This was a memory Jimin laughed at, He stuck the tip of the bottle into his mouth and finished the drink in one go, The dizzyness a comfortable feeling so he went to get another bottle.

‘’Such a little pussy.’’ He laughed, recalling the thoughts of his brother.  He flopped onto his bed. Yoongi would give him shit. He loved grapefruit and loved soju even more. But Jimin would just give him a false apology and  buy him more. He would be able to handle it.

‘’Goodnight you cruel sons of bitches.’’ he slurred, talking to no one. He smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, the now empty bottle of soju fell out of his hands landing next to the other one. And slowly he began to drift off. Easier to do when he was drunk.

Because then the nightmares were at bay.

infernal-guard  asked:

Можно ссылку на ваш паблик в вк? ;w; Прекрасные работы!

Спасибо. =) Я веду только этот блог, у меня нет паблика в ВК.

I’ve been asked if I have a blog at VK, a Russian social network. I recently posted fabulous Lambert from ask_witcher blog there. That blog is pretty fun btw. mostly if you know Russian It even has drawings of Angoulême. Also, those draw your squad memes. =D

Milva: Such a shame!
Cahir: oh sweet Melethil

Regis: It’s not a withdrawal symptom
Cahir: I swear it was this big
Dandelion: ♪ berries tart, lilac sweet ♪
Geralt: I’m the lone wolf, I don’t need anyone!
…: (Roach sucks)

30 questions to test your personality

Got those from @psych2go and they are a little deeper than most oft he other memes floating around so I decided to give it a shot. I’d love to see this done by @novemberhush , @sairyn-noc , @eva-eleanore , @aprilinparis92

If you could have one breakfast for tomorrow knowing it’s the last day you will live, what would that be?

I think I’d go for my favourite cheese breakfast at the restaurant down the street. They have everything from brie to cream cheese, some berries, grapes, gorgeous dark bread. That with cappuccino or chai latte. Hmmm.

 Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you like as a dinner guest?

Angela Merkel – to talk about the fact that it’s time for same sex marriage and that her own bad feeling does not justify inequality in a country that considers itself to be progressive and liberal.

 Before making a phone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

Yes. Not to calm myself down or anything, I think it’s more of a creative process. I’m a writer, I constantly consider the “what ifs” in this world and enjoy that immensely.

If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future or anything else, what would you want to know?

If it would be safe to buy an apartment now or too much of a financial risk.

 If you knew in one year you would die suddenly, what would you change about the way you are living your life now?

Travel to meet all of my family and friends all over the world in person one more time and spend some time with them. Visit some places I’ve always wanted to see before I die (New Zealand for example).

Do you think your name affects your personality or choice of career?

I’m not crazy about my name but I don’t think it has had any effect on me.

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

Sometimes 25, sometimes 35. In general I do feel my age.

If happiness was the national currency, what job would make you rich?

Writer. But I love my job, so I think I would be doing just fine.

Do you push buttons more than once and do you believe that makes it work faster?

I sometimes do – and no, I don’t really believe that.

Would you want to be friends with yourself?

I am friends with myself. We all should be, everything else is rather depressing. But I think I would want to be friends with myself, yeah. Even though I’d probably be annoyed by the fact how little time I have for the people I care about and that I can be unreliable and sometimes overwhelm people with emotions and then I’m a little cold for a while before I overwhelm them again. I tend to be 100 per cent and my brain needs constant stimulation, so that can be tiring.

If you won a million dollars (or some large sum of money) would you quit your job?

No, I wouldn’t. I love what I do. It would make me worry less about what happens once this job is over (there is a constant time stamp on my job because we always only think ahead five years at a time) but I would want to stay in this industry, even though it’s constant madness.

Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before?

No, every day feels new to me.

Are you really wasting time if you’re enjoying it?

Absolutely not.

Would you rather lose all your money and valuables or all the pictures you’ve taken?

First I put that I would rather lose all the pictures but come to think of it: No. Money really doesn’t matter that much and to lose the pictures of the people I lost in the past – especially the wedding picture of my grandparents – that would be awful.

Would you rather have a horrible short-term memory or a long-term memory?

I’m quite fond of my memories, no matter of short-term or long-term. But I think if I had to choose, I’d rather have a horrible short-term memory, even though that’s a lot less practical in everyday life but to imagine that you forget about people you cared about that are gone now… Horrible.

Would you rather go back to age five with everything you’ve learned or live now with everything you’ll learn in the future?

Now. How awful would it be if a five year old had to know all the things you learn over the years? That would make you grow up in an instant. Childhood is too precious.

Are humans better at construction or destruction?

When I look at the current events, I’m almost bitter enough to say “destruction” but I would say it’s a 50/50 thing. There are times when we build and other times when we destroy and I guess, at the moment we are destroying a lot of the things that we built over the past 50, 100 years.

What is a year of life worth? What about a day?

As much as you make it worth. Some years are so intense that they feel as if they last a lifetime. Others go by at the blink of an eye. Or how The Doctor puts it: “Time is more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey… stuff.”

Are emotions necessary for human survival?

I think emotions are what make us human. Without emotions, we would be reckless, that cannot be good for human mankind.

What is the TLDR version of your life?

I have no idea.

What should they teach in high school but don’t?

Taxes, renting and buying houses, everyday stuff that you need when growing up. There is so much I wish I had known. In addition, they should make sure that nobody stays behind and it’s not all about science, soft skills are just as important. Be good to one another, common sense, respect for other religions and ways of living. And, very important: What is homosexuality and how does gay sex work? So much harm could be prevented (I’m not talking pornography but biology).

What inscription do you want on your gravestone?

“When the day is done…” It’s a quote by Nick Drake and the song is such a perfect funeral song. Then again I don’t want a grave, so I don’t want a stone. I want to be burnt and buried on a forest cemetery.

If you had thirty seconds to send a message to the entire world, what would you say?

Respect everyone, treat people the way you wanna be treated, be nice to one another, make sure that nobody stays behind, give a little more, be generous, be as selfless as you can be – if we all stick together, the world would be a better place.

If you could ask a single person a question, and they had to answer truthfully, who and what would it be?

I would ask my ex girlfriend if she ran off when she did because she was afraid because she loved me too much or if she ran away because she didn’t love me enough. (I know… ‘Don’t live in the past’ but some questions were left unanswered and I’d like some closure.)

What is honor and does it matter?

I have a problem with the word “honor” because it’s often used as an excuse to do horrible things to horrible people. Maybe it’s the German in me, our country is traumatised by everything concerning the terms “honor” and “(national) pride”.

Do you see yourself as the hero or the villain in your story?

To be honest: Rather the hero. I like the way I am. I might not always be the best friend because I can be a little selfish but I’m feeling good about myself.

Is being open-minded a virtue if it allows destructive ideas to spread through society?

Being narrow-minded definitely isn’t the answer… I like to keep an open mind because nobody is impeccable and you learn something new every single day. Without open-mindedness, there is no change.

What questions would you ask your future self?

Do you believe in love? Have you been a good person? Have you been a coward or have you stood up for people? Have you written that book you’ve always wanted to write?