but i think it still counts


Ahh, ok I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything! I’m not really sure what this even is? It’s just pure smut lol Let me know what you think of it here.


Warnings/Genre: Smut, Threesome

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Jimin ?

Word count: 3576

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs

You made your way through the crowd heading back to the bar. Your skin was now glistening from dancing.You definitely needed a break from the dance floor. You ordered yourself a drink, then looked back at your friends. They were still on the dance floor grinding against god knows who crotch. This is definitely what you needed a girls night out.

You had been in a slump needless to say. Your boyfriend that you swore you would marry, ending up breaking up with you. The two of you were in two different relationships is what it felt like. And eventually you saw it coming, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.

That was almost 8 months ago, and you had yet to go out on one date. That didn’t mean your friends didn’t try setting you up every chance they got. Because they did, even your co-workers tried too. You turned down every one of their offers. If you weren’t ready you weren’t ready.

At this point though you were ready to meet someone. Not necessarily date, but you were definitely ready for a hook up. It had been way too long since someone actually touched you in that way. Probably a year actually. Being that towards the end of your relationship with your ex you both grew distant. Which meant you weren’t having any sex.

Therefore you were extremely horny, and in desperate need to have sex. A shameless one nightstand is what you needed. That’s why you had agreed to let your friends take you out tonight in the first place. So far though you weren’t having any luck. You were though having a great time with your friends, but no one had seemed to catch your eye.

You sat there for a moment giggling to yourself at how your friends were dancing. When you noticed him. You hadn’t seen all night. You’re not sure even how you missed him, he was so handsome. He was tall with tanned skin, that seemed to glow when the strobe lights hit him. You couldn’t help, but stare. He was dancing in between two girls and a guy. The guy was probably his friend or something.

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“All of You” Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 1,904

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request: Do you think I can get a Daryl x Plus Size Reader where she is in love with Daryl but pushes him away because she feels that she’s not good enough for him?

Warnings: Some self-hatred, language, alcohol, fluff, implied smut

Originally posted by reedusgif

You stand in front of your mirror, just having got out of the shower. Your hair is still wet and its clinging to your shoulders, but you don’t mind. At least you guys have showers again. You don’t look as tired anymore, and you’re looking a whole lot more healthy since you guys arrived to Alexandria. You don’t like to admit it, but going here probably saved your guys’ lives.

You stare at yourself in the reflection. There’s no hiding that you’re plus-sized. You have been your entire life, even when you were a kid. Even during the outbreak, when you would go days without food, you still looked about the same. You don’t mind, not really- you have come to terms with it and you usually don’t let it affect you. You know you’re a great, beautiful person regardless of your size, and you’re a good asset to the group.

The only time that you let it bother you is when it came to one specific person. Daryl Dixon.

You’re in love with him, and you have been ever since you met him on the farm. You were entranced by how much he cared for that little girl, even if he failed to admit it. You could tell he was a good person underneath his hard exterior. Plus, it helps that he is attractive as hell and his arm muscles are god-worthy. Not to mention that you really like his hair now that it’s longer.

You’ve never told him how you felt. Not only because you two are friends and you treasure your friendship, but because you’re afraid he’ll shoot you down because of your size. You feel like you aren’t good enough for him. That he’ll want someone like Rosita, who’s not only beautiful, but thin.

Snapping yourself out of your self-degrading thoughts, you wrapped your towel around your body and walk over to your room to pick out clothes for the day. Even though you had access to wear better clothing, you much preferred your normal jeans and t-shirts. They were more comfortable and easier to move around in.

Throwing your wet hair into a bun, you slide on your shoes and head out the front door. You spot someone coming in the main gate, and you recognize the mysterious person as Daryl.

“Can ‘ya help me carry this?” Daryl shouts to you from across the street, holding three giant bags that were almost to the point of over spilling.

“Yeah!” You say almost over-enthusiastically. You walk over to him and grab one of the bags, following him to where he was taking them. “Successful run?”


“Good, good.” You try and keep the conversation going. “What all did you find?”

“Some medical supplies, some clothes. Also found a bottle of whiskey. Thought about chuggin’ that down tonight. Wanna join?” He smiles. You know he’s just being friendly- that’s what friends do- but it still makes your stomach turn with nervousness.

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

Daryl nods at you as you two set down the bags in front of Rick’s house, presumably so he can go through everything.

You didn’t see Daryl for the rest of the day, and your thoughts were running wild. You kept telling yourself that maybe Daryl was joking about drinking together later, or that you heard him wrong. Sure, you two had “hung out” before, but nothing like that. And the thought of being alone with Daryl in his house, drinking alcohol, maybe you get butterflies in your stomach.

By the time that night time had arrived, you weren’t sure if you could go through with your plans. Daryl makes you insanely nervous and you have no idea why. After you had finished up working with Maggie, you were a sweaty mess and you were desperate for a shower. You were walking back over to your house, but someone running towards you made you stop.

“Y/N? I thought ya were coming over.” Daryl came into view, frowning.

“I am, but I’ve been working all day and I need a shower.” You scrunch up your nose.

“Fine, I’m startin’ without ya though.”

“You could always ask someone else if they want to join, I’m sure-“

“Nah, wanna be with you.” Daryl interrupts, smiling, before leaving you alone on your doorstep.

As you shower, you remind yourself that he’s just being friendly, and that you shouldn’t look so far into things. He wouldn’t like a girl like you, you thought, so there is no need to be freaking out so badly. You don’t bother to wash your hair, as you cleaned it this morning, so the shower is quite quick.

You step out, and frown as you look into the mirror again. You’d come so far in terms of building self-confidence, but Daryl made you feel like you were in high school again, dripping of insecurity.

You put on a different pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, not even bothering to put on shoes as Daryl’s house was just next door. Maybe if he got drunk enough, he wouldn’t notice if you just didn’t show up? You shake your head, knowing that you’re being completely ridiculous. It’s Daryl. You’ve known him for years- you’ll be okay.

When you get to his house, you can see him sitting on his couch, holding the bottle of whiskey in his hand as he stared intently at the TV. You knock on the window, and he smiles when he sees you there, getting up immediately to let you in.

“Was startin’ to think you weren’t gonna show up.”

“Nah.” You go inside.

“Look, if ya don’t wanna be here, you can go.” Daryl looks at you, obviously noticing your tension.

“No, I want to be here, I promise.” You smile at him.

“Alright, good, ‘cause I want you here.” He leads you over to his couch, making you blush. He pours some of the whiskey into a cup and hands it to you.

“I have no idea how you managed to find an entire, unopened bottle of this stuff.” You take a sip, making a face at the burn in your throat. You haven’t had hard alcohol like this in a long time.

“Just got lucky I guess.”

“Real lucky.” You commented. “How did you manage to get this back without Glenn finding out?”

“I have my ways.” Daryl smirked, taking a drink straight out of the bottle.

The next few hours was spent talking about random things, and it made you feel at ease. You weren’t so nervous anymore (probably a mixture of being slightly tipsy and just having normal conversation with Daryl) and you were truly enjoying yourself.

You were setting yourself back down on the couch, having got up to go pee. Your buzz was wearing off and you were growing tired, and were thinking about heading home soon.

“Y’know, I don’t know why ya avoid me so much.” Daryl says, scooting his body closer to you as you sat down. You tense up, taking another drink of your whiskey to help calm your nerves. He was definitely drunker than you were.

“I don’t avoid you.” You say simply.

“Yeah, ya do.” He frowns. “I try ta hang around ya more, and the minute ya see me, ya go runnin’ off.”

“Must have not noticed.” You take a bigger drink of your alcohol.

“I used to think ya liked me, and shit, I think I like ya too, but now I’m startin’ to think I was wrong. I’m startin’ to think ya hate me.” He frowns.

“You like me?” You look at him dumbfounded.

“Well, I thought that was obvious.”

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” You put it off, not believing what you’re hearing.

“I’m not as drunk as ya think I am. Regardless, a man’s most honest when he’s drunk, aint he?”

You’re silent for a while, not sure how to respond.

“You’re right about what you said.” You admit, sighing.

“That ya hate me? I fuckin’ knew it. I’m an idiot, I’m sorry.”

“No!” You yell, startling him. “About the other thing. About liking you. You’re right.”

“Oh. Good.” He smiles down at you. “If I hadn’t drank tonight, I wouldn’t have told ya how I felt. That’s why I wanted ya to come over.” He admits.

“Why do you like me, Daryl? I’m… Well, I’m not like the rest of the girls here. I’m not as thin or as beautiful as the rest of the girls. I’m no Maggie or Rosita. I’m not good enough for you.” You pour your feelings out, a sure sign that the whiskey was starting to work.

“Y/N,” Daryl grabbed your shoulders so you were facing him. “I don’ care about your size. That shit don’ matter to me. I like you for you, not for what size of jeans ya wear. You’re beautiful, hell, you’re prettier than Maggie and Rosita combined. I don’ want to hear ya ever talkin’ down about yourself again. Is that why you’ve been pushin’ me away so much?”

“Yeah. Didn’t think you’d want me.”

“I.” Daryl brings you into a kiss. He tastes like whiskey, but you don’t care, you melt into the kiss anyways. “Love.” He kisses you again. “You.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest. There was no way this was happening. You bring your fingers to your arm, pinching yourself to make sure that you weren’t dreaming. The pain that ran through your arm alerted you that, no, this was real life. Not only was Daryl kissing you, but he was saying that he loved you.

You kiss him back, the shock finally wearing off. He’s an amazing kisser for someone who hadn’t been with anyone since you met him, and that was a long time ago.

“I love you too.” You pull away.

“I love all of you. I love your face,” Daryl kisses your lips softly. “I love your chest.” Daryl trails his kisses down your neck, giving you chills. “I love your stomach.” Daryl lifts up your shirt, kissing your bare stomach. You go to cover yourself up, but Daryl moves your hands away. “I love your thighs.” He starts kissing down your thighs, his lips lingering a little longer on your inner thighs. You can feel yourself weakening under his touch, desperate for more.  

“But most of all,” Daryl brings his face back up to yours. “I love your personality. I love everythin’ about ya. I don’t want ya to ever think that you’re not good enough for me ever again. You’re perfect.”

You answer him by crashing your lips onto his. He lays you down on the couch, bringing himself on top of you as he continued kissing you.

“Can we go up to your bedroom?” A burst of confidence ran through you, your body on fire.

“Yes, baby.” He grabs your hand, leading you upstairs to his room.

The night was spent well, and you had never felt more happy in your life. You finally had the man of your dreams. He loved you, and that was the best feeling in the world.

Word Count: 2710
Author’s Note: The request came from @eenterprise a while ago: “I was wondering if you could do a piece about BonesxReader where Bones is sick which means he’s like 100x more stubborn but the reader keeps taking care of him because they still think he’s cute when he’s sick. (Love your fics by the way!)” Thank you! I might have strayed from what you were expecting, but I kinda like how this turned out.
Warnings: Allergic reactions and the goo that goes with them.

It started so innocently. You’d been assigned to an away team to first assess the plant life of the planet you’d just discovered, and then, provided the plant-life was non-sentient, collect samples to bring back to the Enterprise. It had been a fun assignment. The plants were absolutely just plants, with no hidden complex civilization, and you’d gathered a number of samples to study further on board the ship.

One of the plants, a fern-like thing, with heavy, drooping fronds laden with spore-like seed pods on the underside of its leaves, had dropped pollen on you in what you could only suspect was some sort of defense mechanism designed to guarantee its continued propogation. You’d tried to shake the pollen off, but the weird seedpods clung to your uniform, giving you a somewhat speckled look.

On the shuttle ride back to the ship, you started sneezing, and realized you were having some kind of allergic response to the plant. Once you’d docked, you handed off your samples to Spock and between sneezes excused yourself to MedBay for an antihistimine hypo. You hoped Doctor McCoy wasn’t on duty. The man made you melt into a puddle of goo. There was something about him. It wasn’t just his physical perfection, although that was definitely part of it. It wasn’t the way his medical tunic fit him just right. It wasn’t the eyebrows that betrayed his every thought, or the beautiful hazel eyes beneath them. It was definitely all of those things, but there was something else you couldn’t quite put your finger on that reduced you to a babbling idiot in his presence.

After checking in with the nurse, you pushed yourself up onto the BioBed to wait for him to attend you. Of course Doctor McCoy was working today. Of course he was. Because you had been rapidly reduced to a disgusting mess of snot, and red swollen eyes and sneezing. He picked up a scanner has he approached you and raised an eyebrow. As you sneezed into the handful of kleenex you were holding, his eyes widened, and he backed up a little.

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Behind The Scenes 3 (6/???)

Author’s note: Okay so… I just couldn’t wait to post this part. This scene is probably one of my favorites and I feel its different from what I’ve written before. I’m nervous about it, but I just want to get it out there. It’d be nice to get some feedback from you all. I accept all the constructive criticism I can get because I am still trying really hard to make my writing better for this series. Again, sorry for any errors and sorry for any cultural/environmental inaccuracies.

Genre: Action / Friendship fluff (ft. GOT7′s Jackson)

Word count: 4165 (I think this is the longest I’ve made a scene so far!)

City: Hong Kong (Last day)

WARNINGS: Guns (If that should really be a warning??? idk really)

Summary: Rap monster and Jackson handle their deal while Y/n stays behind with maknaes in the hotel.

Other parts: HERE

This is my GIF. I made it based off of this scenario series.


“Oh, he’s right there!” He told Hiro, pointing to the dark street corner. After what felt like hours of navigating Hong Kong, they finally found Jackson to pick him up for the deal.

There, in the dark stood Jackson in black clothes, sunglasses and a face mask. The only thing that distinguished him from the dark time of night was the bright yellow beanie he was wearing, a signal that it really was him.

Hiro pulled the van right up to Jackson and Rap monster took the liberty to slide the door open for his “friend”.

“Finally you guys are here!” Jackson grunted as he pulled himself into the warm van, taking a seat next to Rap monster in the back.

“Well, it’s not like we’re from here!” he retorted. “Hey, your guys know the new plan, right?” He knew he had to double check Jackson all the time. After all these years, he knew Jackson too well.

Jackson may have had his face hidden, but by his tone Rap monster knew he was right to double check. “Uuuuuhhh, yeah! They are like so ready for the new plan! Just let me, uh, let me give them a call!” Jackson said with a hint of panic.

Behind his own sunglasses, Rap monster glared at Jackson who was fumbling for his phone to make the call. Of course, when he finally got the number right, Jackson babbled away in Chinese. The multilingual fuck always made up his plans in Chinese. Despite all his attempts, Rap monster could never grasp the language and always resented the fact that Jackson would use it in front of him constantly. “This is why shit always blows up in his face.” Rap monster thought to himself. “Cuz I don’t have a chance to save his impulsive ass. One of these days though… one of these motherfucking days he’s gonna regret ever breaking off from me and starting his own shit… I’ll take back what’s mine! I just gotta be patient…”.

“Yeah… Bye.” Jackson said hanging up the phone. He turned to Rap monster. “Ok, the plans are still good and they know what they gotta do. The vans are all ready to go. Do your Taipei guys have the boat ready?”

“Pft. Since yesterday.” He assured in a believably friendly manner. “They got the house ready to hold all the shit and I meet the buyer on my last day there.”

Jackson chuckled out of relief, so far things seemed to be going just as Rap monster had planned. He still felt a bit nervous and rummaged through his pockets again.

“Bro, don’t be pulling any on the Cantonese shit on me at the deal. I need to know what the fuck is going on.” Rap monster lectured.

Jackson pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Bruh, no worries, that old fuck knows English.” He mumbled as he tried to light the cigarette he was holding between his lips.

Rap monster scoffed at him playfully. “You need to stop smoking that shit. That’s why you sound like a grandpa when you rap!”

“Ha, fuck you! I just need to calm down real quick.” Tobacco smoke soon filled the van and Jackson was quick to simmer down. “But seriously though, this last minute plan of yours better work out. Sheesh! And I thought I was the impulsive one here.” He smirked letting smoke slowly escape his mouth.

“Don’t worry, it will.”

“Yeah sure… Just don’t forget, with this guy I changed my name to ‘Huang’. I told him you were ‘Minseok’.”


“My poor skin!” Jimin cried as he examined his face in the mirror. “This tour is barely starting and it’s already starting to take its toll on my face!”

“Why don’t you use the skin stuff Jackson gave you?” V suggested as he sprawled his limb across the empty bed.

“Oh yeah!” Jimin ran over to the dresser by his bed and pulled out the large box of skin care products. “Fuck! Just by holding this I can remember the ton of shit that’s in here!”

Curiously grew within you and you left your bed to Jimin’s to see what was his gift box.

Jimin carefully opened his box to find that it was packed with all types of elegantly packaged face masks, serums, and cleansers.

You came behind him to take a closer peek at his gifts, “Oh my gosh! You got those sea algae face masks?!? I heard those are amazing!” you squealed.

Jimin pulled out that box you were screaming about. As if it were a precious artifact, he slowly opened it to find that there were ten masks inside.  “Oh gosh, I fucking love Jackson right now!”

“You’re so lucky!”

“Do you wanna try this stuff out?” He offered.

“No, it’s alright. It’s your stuff.”

“No, try it with me!” Jimin insisted. “I don’t wanna be the only one looking stupid with all this on my face.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Ok fine, but only since you insist.”

“Let me try too!” V cried, trying to take the box from Jimin.

Jimin was fast and pulled everything away from the tall boy. “No! Do aegyo first and then I’ll think about it.”

V huffed and pouted, but soon broke out into a spasm of cuteness. For a good three minutes he spoke in a complete baby voice, throwing finger hearts and “oppa” and “saranghae” every chance he could. He would have gone longer, but Jimin couldn’t keep himself from laughing.

“Jungkook! Do you wanna do this too?” Jimin called out so that Jungkook could hear him from the other side of the room.

“Nah, I’m good.” Jungkook said from your bed, too mesmerized from the fishes in the tank to care about what you guys were talking about.

“C’mon it’ll be fun!”

“It’s okay.”

“Bitch! Listen to your hyung and get that cute ass of yours over here and do these fucking facials with us!” Jimin shouted.

You and V couldn’t hold back the giggles when Jungkook shuffled his way across the room to the three of you.


The van stopped at the corner of an abandoned warehouse. “Warehouses. It’s always damn warehouses with these people.” Rap monster said under his breath. As he slipped his face mask on, he leaned forward to Hiro. “Keep the van on and be ready. We’ll run back here so we can drive off.”

Hiro nodded, accepting his order.

Rap monster and Jackson got off the van and began the rather lengthy walk to the to the warehouse. From a distance, he could see a guy with a gun standing outside the door looking every which way. When said guy spotted the two of them, he immediately pointed his gun at them.

“Woah, woah!” Jackson squealed. He and Rap monster instantly threw their hands up in the air and walked in a slower, more cautious pace. “We are here to see the big guy! We have an appointment.”

The guard put his gun down and walked up to them both. “Mandatory pat down.” he grunted with a noticeable accent. He stepped up to Jackson first, patting him down practically from head to toe.

Jackson giggled when the guard began patting below the waist. “Hey! Watch what you’re touching down there! You gotta be careful, I kinda liked it!” He snickered.

“Shut up!” the guard barked as he moved over to Rap monster.

Without warning, Rap monster felt a pair of hands slap down on his shoulders and proceed to slap over the rest of his body. The pat down seemed to become more thorough where his pants began. “Damn, Jackson was right, this guy is handsy.”

“You’re both clean.” The guard concluded, letting Rap monster and Jackson into the warehouse.

Inside, the entire place was just one huge, dimly-lit room. There were at least 40 large crates that lined the sides of the small warehouse. Above the crates were metal ledges that also lined that walls of the warehouse. To no surprise, guards were posted to look over the crates and over all who were in the warehouse. As they walked to the other end of the warehouse, Rap monster counted about 20 of these guards. In plain sight, the spot where they were walking to, was a single desk with an older and heavy set man sitting behind it. Behind that man was another line up of 6 guards.

“Ah, Huang!” The man’s voice boomed. “Nice to finally have you… and this must be that friend of yours you’ve told me so much about!” He said as he scanned Rap monster from top to bottom.


With the convenience of the two sinks in the bathroom, the four of you were able to take turns and not be in each other’s way.

First, was the normal face wash. The luxurious cream was so gentle on your skin. You could feel your skin glowing by just coming into contact with it. Next came the exfoliating scrub. You and Jimin oohed and awed at sensations coming from the scrub and the two of you laughed as V and Jungkook kept getting stuff in their eyes because they were scrubbing so vigorously. When it came time to rinse your faces, they also kept goofing off and splashing water at each other.

Next was the fun part. Jimin brought out one of the many containers of a bubble mask cream from the box. You all quickly put on a thick layer, Jungkook and V being savages and using their finger to scoop out the product. “You guys are so lucky that I have more of this shit! If you ever do that again I will cut your fingers off!” Jimin playfully threatening. After the round of laughs you all watched as everyone’s faces fizzed up into a cloud of bubbles.

“Oh shit! You can barely see my eyes!” Jimin shrieked out of excitement.

“Guys! I did it! I’ve finally achieved my life goal of being a cloud!” V shouted.

“I don’t wanna move my face.” Jungkook muttered softly, his face as still as stone. “It tickles too much and I don’t want the bubbles to break off!”

“Bubble pop!… Bubble bubble bubble pop! Bubble bubble pop pop!” you sang as you lightly touched the foam on your face.


Still shielded by his sunglasses, Rap monster glared at the old fuck as he got up from the desk, revealing a gun at his hip. The man steadied himself and limped his way up to them.

“So Huang, you think I’m going to let just anyone in on this gun deal?!? You yourself begged me for months!” His voice croaked.

“Mr. Wu, you can trust him. Minseok has good business in Korea and his drug influence is growing in Japan and the southeastern countries. Allow us to work with you to let you in on our drug trade as well. You’ll have nothing to lose.” Jackson insisted.

The gun dealer continued to scan Rap monster. Rap monster could feel himself getting impatient over the fact that “Mr. Wu” never got to the damn point and Jackson’s gang here in Hong Kong never busted this deal as planned. “Just go with whatever is going on.” He told himself.

“Both of you, take that shit off your face.” Mr. Wu ordered.

Without hesitation, Rap monster and Jackson did were they were told and removed their glasses and face masks to reveal their bare faces.

“Look at you two! Just a bunch of little fucking kids! What do either of you know about this shit?!? Why should I, a man of experience, just make a deal with the likes of you two?!?”

Both he and Jackson stared at the wall across them and Mr. Wu went about his little rant.

“Now, Huang, with you… I think I can trust you, but you’re fucking annoying. This shows that you are loyal in some sense I guess. However, this only makes me question how loyal you are to Minseok…” Mr. Wu then got in Rap monster’s face. “And you! I know nothing of how you are!”

Rap monster fought every urge to push the old man off him. Instead, he stood still, staring straight forward and holding his breath to not breathe in the disgusting smell coming out of Mr. Wu’s mouth.

After a few more thrown comments, Mr. Wu finally reached a conclusion. “I’ll let Minseok in on this deal, but he has to do one thing first.”

“And what is that?” Rap monster asked in a normal tone.

The man limped to the back of his desk and pulled open the loudest, most squeaky drawer in all of Hong Kong. From the drawer, he pulled out a handgun and a single bullet and loaded it into the chamber. “All you gotta do is shoot Huang.”

“What?!?” Jackson exploded. “What the fuck is going on here you old sack of shit?!? We had a fucking deal!” He shouted as he charged at Mr. Wu.

Before Jackson could make contact, one of Wu’s henchmen pointed his gun at Jackson and shot at him. The bullet missed, but the sound alone was enough to scare Jackson back into place.

“You know what?!? Fuck you!” Jackson shouted again. He grabbed Rap monster’s sleeve and pulled him toward the exit. “C’mon, let’s just go!”

Rap monster pulled his arm back and freed himself of Jackson’s grasp. “No!”

Jackson turned back at him in shock.

With no expression on his face, he turned back to Mr. Wu and calmly said. “I’ll do it.”


Now it was finally time to use the face mask you were so excited about. You held back a smile as you all squeezed on to Jimin and V’s bed and laid down as if you were all squeezed into a can of sardines. V shoved the decorative pillows onto the floor to make room for the four of you. From the head board to the foot of the bed, you all laid in order from tallest to shortest.

“Ah, now it is time to let these masks work their magic.” Jimin sounded so relaxed.

“Y/n, what was Chuntao like?” V asked from the other side of the matress. “She was with you backstage last night, right?”

“I thought I saw her front row.” Jungkook said.

“The first night she was in the crowd, but last night she was in the back with me.” You clarified. “Hm, she was rather on the quiet side… She was polite, but not exactly in a very genuine way. The only time she was vocal and involved was when you guys were there.”

“She sounds like a bitch.” Jimin said flat out.

“I don’t know her. I can’t say that about her… Maybe she’s just shy.” You said.

“Nah, she’s a bitch, even Jin thinks so.” Jungkook said. “He said that her personality changes depending on whoever is around her. When he saw her talking to staff, she was practically yelling at them, but around us she tries to be really innocent.”

“Hhhmm, they seem perfect for each other!” V laughed.

Jimin and Jungkook laughed along too, except you. Even though Chuntao might not have been the nicest person, she doesn’t deserve to die. “She only has till tomorrow…” you thought.


Jackson struggled as he was held in place by two of Wu’s henchmen. Rap monster stood a few feet in front of him, the loaded gun already in his hand.

“Dude, don’t do it! Think of our friendship man! You’ve saved my ass so many fucking times! I covered for you anytime you got into some deep shit! I’ve always had your back no matter what! C’mon don’t do this!” Jackson begged.

Wu stood behind Rap monster with a smile on his face. “Go ahead Minseok, pull the trigger. I get new territory with you and you get new product from me. There is no need to involve Huang, he doesn’t bring any benefit to either of us.”

Rap monster weighed his options. “Jackson’s guys never got here and Mr. Wu is right, if I shoot Jackson, I won’t make the deal in Taipei, but I’ll get new deals in the future. If Jackson’s guys do get here and things go down well, we take the guns, sell them, and take a jab at Wu’s gun ring. In that plan, Jackson and I still get something out of it…. No matter what I do, I get something…” he thought.  Without hesitation, he lifted the gun and pointed it at Jackson’s head.

“Do it!” Wu whispered into his ear.

“No! Don’t fucking do it!” Jackson cried. Jackson’s face was filled with fear. Rap monster enjoyed this. He enjoyed seeing Jackson’s struggles and hearing his shrill voice echo through the warehouse. Jackson’s cries were not enough to fully repay his revenge, but something was better than nothing. As long as he was the one to put an end to Jackson, that was what mattered.

“Bye Huang.” Rap monster said as his finger made a slow journey to the trigger.

Just as he was about to pull it, the sound of shattering glass startled everyone. A tin bottle rolled on the floor and soon a cloud of thick smoke began to fill the warehouse. More cans rained in through the windows and the warehouse was quickly flooding with smoke.

“It’s about damn time!” Rap monster said under his breathe. He turned around to Wu just as more more smoke began to conceal everything. Before his new target could be concealed, he pulled the trigger and heard old Chinese man’s body land on the ground with a hard thud.

From the moment he pulled the trigger, he was surrounded by an orchestra of gunshots, footsteps and yelling. Instinctively, he fell to the ground to take cover. He crawled to Wu’s body, taking the gun from his hip. He looked up and all he could see were the sporadic flashes of gun fire. He stayed still, listening out for Jackson. Over the gun shots he could hear Jackson’s voice screaming out in Chinese, but after a few words he heard nothing.

He felt a heavy weight crunch down his leg. Soon the person that stepped on him, tripped over him and fell to the ground. “Shit!” he thought. Quickly, he cocked the gun and shot the guy before he could even turn to see him.

Rap monster shot up from the ground and ran to the direction of the walls to take cover behind the crates for some cover, all the while sending some bullets of his own into the open space. In the process of it all, he felt a burning sensation on his left arm. “Motherfucker!” He shouted. He hid behind one of the large crates and waited.

Not even a minute later a van crashed through the front doors of the warehouse. The tires screeched and the van came to a halt. It unloaded 20 more guys in smoke masks and guns shooting in all directions.

Rap monster decided to be smart and so he stayed put. With all the smoke still hanging in the air, they could mistake him for one of Wu’s guys. The pain in his arm didn’t feel so bad but then again, he was running on adrenaline. He looked down at his arm and thankfully it was only a graze of the bullet.


“This mask smells good. It’s actually making me hungry.” V groaned.

“Me too.” Jungkook added. “Let’s eat something!”

“I don’t feel like going anywhere though.” Jimin whined.

“Ooh! We can get room service then!” V suggested.

Jungkook sat up and removed his mask. “I’ll call!”

Jimin gasped over the fact that Jungkook removed such an expensive mask so soon. “Give me that!” Jimin shouted, ripping it out of Jungkook’s hands and rubbing the remaining residue on his neck, arms, and hands. “This shit is too good to waste.” He grumbled.

Jungkook stared at Jimin as if he were a mad man. “…Ok… Well I want a burger. Tae what do you want?” he asked, pointing at V.


Jungkook’s finger moved over to Jimin. “Jimin?”


Then his finger pointed at you. “My fake jagi?”

“…Chicken?…” you were a bit hesitant about getting room service with them, but then again, you didn’t want to bring down the mood either.

Jungkook got up and went to the phone, finishing the order in a few minutes. “Ok, they said it will be done in 15-20 minutes.” He walked over to your shared bed and grabbed the laptop Jackson gave him. Then he grabbed some sodas from the mini-fridge and passed them to the three of you. “Time for some Netflix!”

Again, you all bunched up on the bed and sat around the laptop. It took a while to decide on what to watch. Most of the time was spent on each of you trying to convince the rest to choose what you wanted to see. By the time the food was brought up to the room, you all still hadn’t come to a conclusion. However, a very sneaky V utilized the food as his distraction and put the movie “Finding Dory” while the rest of you were too busy getting your food off the cart.


Eventually all the smoke cleared and the shots soon died off. Now it was safe for him to come out. Rap monster moved away from the crate, gripping onto his arm. The view before him was dozens of bodies dropped in pools of blood while Jackson miraculously stood injury free in front of his crew and threw orders at his remaining men to load all the crates into the other vans driving in.

“Wang!” He called out as he walked closer.

Jackson looked over at him and instantly his face filled with rage. “You were gonna fucking kill me!” he screamed. He grabbed the gun from the guy standing in front of him and shot at Rap monster without even thinking. Unfortunately for Jackson, there was only one bullet left, but that didn’t stop him from still trying to shoot it. He was in too much of a rage to notice it at first.

As for Rap monster’s “luck”, the single bullet shot into his left arm yet again. It definitely wasn’t just a graze this time and he could feel an immense wave of pain in his arm. Heat radiated on his left side and he immediately screamed out in pain. He fell to his knees and brought his other arm up, pointing his gun at Jackson. Jackson’s men quickly encircled him, making a wall between he and Jackson and they pointed their guns right on him. In an act of stubbornness, he took his finger off the trigger but still kept it pointed at his fellow idol/drug dealer. “I was only playing along you stupid fuck!” he lied. “I was never going to actually kill you.”

Jackson seemed skeptical. “Really?” he asked cautiously.

“Yes!” Rap monster lied again. To make a point, he put his gun down on the floor and slid it away, his good arm going back to pressing down on his wound. Blood oozed down his arm, creating a little puddle of its own right next to his knee. “Jackson, I was never gonna fucking do it.” He let his face drop and he brought his voice down to an exhausted huff. He did anything to make it seem as if he were actually genuine about it all. “I wasn’t gonna turn my back on you like that.”

Jackson signaled his men to put their guns down only after grabbing a new gun off of one of them. His men did as instructed and went about loading the vans with the crates of guns. Jackson walked up to him and looked down at him still with a hint of uncertainty. He kept his finger on the trigger just in case Rap monster tried to pull anything. “I honestly thought you were gonna fucking kill me!” his voice cracked a bit.

“Bro, I wasn’t! What would I get out of it? If I did I wouldn’t be able to take him down on my own and I wouldn’t have my best friend anymore. Not to mention, he was probably gonna take me out once I got rid of you.” He ended with a small chuckle, something to lighten the mood. On the inside however, Rap monster hated this moment. Although he was being smart and faking it all, he hated that he looked so weak. This whole situation should be the other way around and he vowed that he would make that happen.

A small smile broke out on Jackson’s face. “You gotta stop being such a good actor you piece of shit!” He laughed as he pulled Rap monster up.

Relief consumed him and now he was in the clear once again. “Now get back to the fucking hotel so I can get to Minho!”.

This was something really different for me to write. As mentioned before I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism and feedback. ^-^ (Also, now I really kinda want to do a Jackson spin off…)

I Lost The Baby

Request: Can you do a Jughead Jones Imagine with prompts 4, 31 and 41? That would be awesome, thank you!

Prompts: #4 “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!”  #31 “Never thought that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.” #41 “I… I lost the baby.”

Word Count: 805

Pairing: Jughead Jones X Reader

Warnings; talk of miscarriage 

Y/N’s P.O.V

Positive, the words were staring right back at me and I couldn’t seem to muster up the courage to do anything. I just read and reread it, thinking it would change. And it’s not that I didn’t want kids, it’s just that I didn’t want a kid when I was still a kid myself. Not to mention, having to tell Jughead and my dad, it will be torture. The door vibrated with the small knocks being tapped against it, “what does it say?” My boyfriends voice rang through my ears, slowly, I turned the knob, letting the door come open, I simply looked at Jughead and started crying. 

He looked anywhere but me for a short moment, “we’ll figure it out.” He assured me, as I practically fell into his arms. “How?” I asked, not even caring that my tears must be soaking through his shirt, “I don’t know, but we’ll do it.” He mumbled, handling this all much better than I was. “Never though that all this would happen because of one tiny moment.” He added, and I nodded agreement, it was just a tiny moment. Spur of the moment, totally unplanned and now here we are. Trying to figure out what do with our child.


“Dad.” I called, anxiously sitting on the couch with Jughead next to me, gripping my hand. “Just a second!” My dads normally cheery voice sounded dull and tired, I heard him talking to someone, telling me he was on the phone. “Are you sure he doesn’t already know?” Jug asked for the millionth time, looking down at the small bump that I’ve been hiding, despite his many pleads to say something. “I’m positive.” I mumbled, hearing my dads footsteps coming towards us. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows as Jughead and I looked at him. “Y/N.” My dad said again, the silence going on for to long. “I’m pregnant.” I sighed not being able to look at him again, although Jughead managed to look up at him which was a bad idea. “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” My dad shouted, practically tearing Jughead off of me. I stood up, blocking my dad from Jughead, “it’s not just his fault, dad.” I snapped, standing my guard. “Jughead, leave please, I’ll call you later.” I mumbled, turning towards him, he nodded, grabbing his bag before giving me one last look. 


I woke up, feeling a shooting pain in my stomach, I threw the blankets off of me, trying to sit up but froze when I saw blood, a lot of blood. No, no, no, no, that’s all I could think as the tears started up, my hands shot to my stomach, “move baby, come on.” I whispered to myself, “please.” I whimpered. Nothing, I didn’t feel anything. “Dad!” I screamed, sobbing as I desperately moved my hands around my stomach. “Dad!” I yelled again, this can’t be happening. 

I stared blankly in front of me, watching as Jughead ran down the hall, straight towards the room, I forced my eyes elsewhere, not being able to look at him. My dad went outside of the hospital room, stopping Jughead and saying something to him that made him actually grip onto my dad’s arm, stopping him from falling down. It felt like everything was in slow motion as the doctor turned off the ultrasound, “I’m sorry, you lost the baby.” His word’s rang through my ears, “I’ll come back in a little bit to discuss your options.” And that’s when I realized, how far along I am, they have to–no, I can’t even think about that. 

“Y/N.” Jughead tried to put a smile on his face, sitting in the chair next to me, my dad waiting outside. “I… I lost the baby.” I cried out, feeling as if I just came too, I didn’t feel numb anymore, it hurt, my chest felt heavy as I shook with sobs. “It’s gonna be okay.” He tried to tell me, but even through my tears I could see his. “It’s not!” I snapped, unintentionally, but he understood, to the best of his ability, how much harder this has to be for me, not to mention the physical toll this is taking on me as well.

“How can you say it’s okay!? They have to take our baby out of me, and she’s not gonna be alive!” I added, making him squeeze his eyes shut, “she?” He asked, not yet knowing that it was a girl. I planned on telling him tomorrow, but now I can’t, I covered my face in my hands. How are we going to recover from this? I stopped trying to get away from Jughead, and just let him hug me, knowing he needed it just as much as me.

[scenario] [request] lean on me

27: “I’m pregnant.”
28: “Marry me?”

(omg this was so fun to write HAHA thank u for requesting!!) 

Title: lean on me

Member: hansol

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 908

“Wait, oh god, I think I’m actually going to piss myself.”

“Then, I don’t know, go to the bathroom? Hyung, at this rate, you’re going to forget your own name.” Hansol rolls his eyes at the smug Chan, who’s sprawled out on the waiting room couch.

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Lucifer Drabble Request

This was requested by @drunkkarkitty: For the love lyric thing, can you do #7 “The world is ugly, but you’re beautiful to me.” with Lucifer? :)

Word count: 207

Warnings: Fluff

Lucifer pulled you closer to him.  You were still asleep when he wrapped his arms around you.  The way you snuggled into his chest, made him smile.  While he was away during the day, all he could think about was you.

“I realized something today [Y/N],” Lucifer mumbled lowly, petting your hair as he talked.  “The world is ugly, but you’re beautiful to me.  I know you will never see yourself the way I do.  Humans are weird like that.”

The fallen archangel glanced down at you, making sure that you were still asleep.  He enjoyed talking to you while you slept.  He knew you would never know what his words were or what they meant, but he was fine with that.

“No matter where I am during the day,” Lucifer continued, keeping his voice as quiet as possible.  “I can’t help myself.  I think about you all day.  I almost can’t wait to come back here and spend time with you.  There’s something special about you angel.”

When you wrapped an arm around him, he thought he had woken you up.  However, you were still fast asleep.  Lucifer pressed you flush against his chest, pressing a kiss to your forehead.  He loved nights like these.

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I don’t watch Riverdale, but I find posts about Betty/Jughead legitimately upsetting.  I am trying not to resent the shippers, it’s not their fault that the show decided to ignore Jughead’s explicitly canon sexuality.  They’re very nice people who just enjoy a ship.

But look, I’m aroace.  And I can count true a-spec representation on television on one hand and have plenty of fingers left over.  (And that’s not getting into how certain fans react if we dare suggest that, oh, I don’t know, a character who has to think about food to figure out how to present eroticism might just be bi/homoromantic asexual…I still hold a very strong grudge about that wankfest.)

As for aroace?  My specific orientation?  Forget it.  Maybe I can get a fucking robot or an alien.  Maybe.

Jughead Jones is the only remotely well-known character that I can think of that doesn’t just fall indistinctly on the a-spec spectrum somewhere, but actually uses the word “asexual”.  He explicitly eschews romance.  He is expressly romance and sex-averse.  He is MINE.

Or at least he was.

Until the producers of Riverdale apparently decided that my sexuality doesn’t make for good television.

And that means I’m stuck looking at very nice bloggers posting beautiful gifsets and posts about a pairing that makes me actively nauseous.  Obviously, I’m not going to tell people that they can’t ‘ship a pairing that they enjoy, that seems likely to be canon eventually.  (If it’s not Betty, it’ll be some other girl.  Or boy.  It isn’t actually better if it’s a guy, either.  I know that gay and bi fans could always use more representation, but it doesn’t really give me any comfort when I’ve lost basically the only one I had.)

It’s just a rotten situation all around.  

Not The Only Monster

Summary : Sometimes the truth doesn’t set you free

Warnings : Angst. Talk of murder.

Word Count : 1,204 words.

A/N : Now THIS ONE I’m a bit anxious to share. I knew someone who did this (not literally) and at that time I didn’t think much of it because it’s her decision, and quite frankly I’m neutral about this whole ordeal. I don’t want people to be saying shit to me because of what I think so please… just don’t.
If you’re uncomfortable with the issue of babies and abortion please DO NOT read this. I have an alternate ending for this story (that I still have not finished) so if you think the ending is unsatisfying, or it could’ve gone better don’t be afraid to tell me what you think; I value and encourage criticisms of my writings.
Again, take note that English is not my first language so any errors that you want to point out, just go ahead and shoot me a message or ask (:

There was heaviness in the air between you and Bucky. The both of you had stayed silent, your eyes avoiding his hard gaze as you studied the floor. Your heart was hammering against your chest, the beat banging loudly in your ear.

The conversation the two of you had was still fresh in your head, your last words replaying at the back of your mind.

“You’re not the only monster in the team, Barnes” you chuckled lowly as you recalled the one horrible, sinister act you executed. Your eyes may still be looking at him, but your focus was elsewhere. Even though you were here, in your room at the compound surrounded by your team mates, the danger lurking put off at bay, you could never escape your unforgiving past –because behind these four walls you were left to contemplate on your sins.

“What are you talking about?” he asked as he noticed the way your eyes were void of any emotions. He recognized that look anywhere; you were somewhere else, revisiting a memory and letting the weight take over your being. Bucky placed his hand on your shoulder, and his touch had brought you out of your walk down memory lane.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice gentle, as if asking a terrified child where their mother was when they got lost.

You began focusing on him, noticing his worried expression. His furrowed eyebrows, the blue in his eyes filled with concern at your sudden change in attitude. He had never seen the walls you carefully built crumble to dust, and it pained him to know that you too had a fair share of a tragic fate. He saw the internal battle you were waging in that very moment. He knew the torn feeling of wanting to divulge a predicament, but also not wanting to be judged by it.

“I killed someone” you finally managed to murmur and your eyes began to water.

At first, Bucky couldn’t understand what you meant –of course you had killed someone. The whole team had killed someone at one point in their lives in order to make the world a better place, ridding of any evil. Then it dawned on him; you weren’t talking about killing the wrong people, you were talking about committing a murder on an innocent life. Suddenly he felt a searing pain where his hand touched your shoulders, and he quickly returned his arm to his side as you looked down the floor.

‘I killed someone’

He wanted to know who, to know why you decided to do so. And you wanted to reveal to him, to finally let someone know about the one thing you were mortified of. But how could you formulate a sentence that would release that burden off of you while simultaneously make him understand why you had done it in the first place? For once you let your emotions get the best of you, and let yourself cry –finally allowing guilt to wash over you.

Bucky heard you sobbing on the edge of your bed, and never had he encountered such a pitiful sight before him. You were letting someone in, allowing them into the deepest and darkest part of your soul. On the outside you were strong, confidence practically running in your veins as you sauntered around the compound with your head held high, but this? This was everything but that person.

You were fragile, and any wrong movement or words he spilled will undoubtedly scare you away.

“You can trust me” he spoke gently, making you cry harder. Inside you were scared, so scared of what he’ll think of you when you reveal to him your most personal issue. Will he ever look at you the same again? Will he tell the others? Will he abandon you too? Mustering all the courage you had left, all the energy that was still in you, you returned to meet him.

“In the Institution” you began, swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing “where I was raised, where I was trained, I was partnered with a guy”. You closed your eyes and inhaled a shaky breath. The secret was at the tip of your tongue, and the courage that you mustered was beginning to waver. “I hated him. He was vile and cruel” you explained, your body now shaking but from what you couldn’t identify.

“He did things to me, things I will never forget” you told him, hoping he knew the ugly truth underneath it. You tore your eyes open when the face of the man you detested came flashing by, his evil smirk plastered on his lips.

“it’s a boy” a doctor announced, holding a baby in their arms. He was crying softly with his tiny hands flailing around, begging to be touched by the warm hands of his mother.
“Get it away from me” you screamed, looking at it with disgust. Your partner then came charging in, wrapping his large hands over his son protectively. He looked down at you and said “Don’t worry, my doll. You will learn to love him”, before taking the baby away and leaving you behind.

“I…” you croaked, now unsure on your decision to tell him. Nobody knew of this, not even Natasha. You had kept this side of you hidden deeply inside of you in a vain attempt to forget it. But how could one forget?

“He was just three” you finally confessed, bringing your hands to cover your face, the shame burning your whole existence.

Shocked, horrified, revolted –those were the emotions that whirled inside Bucky when you finally let it out. He was speechless, and your cries the only sound that echoed in your room. He thought HYDRA was cold-blooded, but nothing could be as merciless as to what you had done. He wanted to scream at you and to get away, far away from you as possible because he never thought you would do such a terrible thing. He recoiled, taking a few steps backwards as if the space between you and him was flames.

You heard him retreat, and you knew he was disgusted by you. Who wouldn’t be? You were a monster they let in, disguised in the form of a woman who had skills that were beneficial to their operation.

You cried harder, feeling the consequence of being honest bite you. There was nothing but silence from Bucky’s end and your muffled weeps for a time, and maybe that was what provoked a few hurried knocks at the door. Damn these paper thin walls.

You didn’t even hear the door being torn open as Steve barged in, his worried voice booming from the silence that had plagued you and Bucky. Not wanting to let your secret be told freely while you were here, you ripped your hands from your face, revealing to them your drenched cheeks and reddening eyes, before standing up and running past them.

One of them knew, and that’s all it takes for private information to be turned into public knowledge. You didn’t want to witness these people that you had learned to care, to value, and see them turn against you.

So you did what was rational, and left.

Tagging: @imaginingbucky and @avengersnthings + @bexboo616 (Tell me if you want me to stop tagging you / to tag you).

252: Break Myself

Drabble request by @deanssweetheart23: So I loved what you did with the drabble prompt so much that I’d like to make a request for your celebration too, if that’s okay with you of course. First of all, congratulations on being so close to your new milestone, you deserve it! (on a side note I think this is a very interesting and very original celebration, I loved your idea.) For the drabble would 252 with this “we’re not just friends. You know that” be okay?

Word Count: 862

A/N: So… I know I said I was going to start posting these next week… but I just got so excited!! Here’s my first 4000 follower celebration drabble! Requests are still open for these drabbles (send a number, send a sentence).

Song 252: Break Myself by Something Corporate

Dean cut the engine and just sat in the silence for a long minute. Ever since he met you that first night, he hadn’t been able to stay away. Sure, sometimes he could manage to make it a few months without crawling back to you, but he always ended up here in your driveway.

It wasn’t like you two were dating. You’d never had the talk. Dean still saw other women on his hunts, and he knew that you still dated around. But there was something reassuring and solid between the two of you. And it wasn’t just the sex, though that part was insanely good.

No, it wasn’t just the sex. There was just… something. Something about you. After a particularly taxing hunt, Dean found himself pointing his car towards your house. He knew that you would welcome him in with open arms. You would give him the time and space he needed. Then, after he’d worked through everything and the lights were dim in your bedroom and your limbs were still tangled with his, he always found himself whispering the truths that were too harsh for daylight. He told you everything. You seemed to piece him back together.

That’s what he needed today. He needed you to tell him that everything was going to be okay. That he’d made a few mistakes on this hunt, but he was going to do better next time. He needed to hear you tell him that he wasn’t a screw up. That he was still worth something.

He just needed you.

So he finally gathered the courage to get out of his car, the familiar squeak of the door hinge sparing a brief moment of comfort. His boots scuffed along the sidewalk as he walked up to your porch. He dragged himself up the wooden steps with a heavy heart and raised his hand to rap on the door three times.

“Coming!” Your muffled voice from inside washed over Dean like cool water, dampening the fire inside of him. A few seconds later, the door opened and your surprised, beautiful face greeted him. “Oh. Dean!”

“Hey Y/N.” He offered a smile of his own. But something was off. He could see it in your body language. The too-wide set of your eyes. How you were holding yourself back. “Did I come at a bad time?”

“I, uh.” You squeezed your eyes shut and Dean braced himself for whatever was going to come next. “Kinda. I mean, I’m seeing someone. Exclusively.”

Oh. At least you didn’t beat around the bush. That would have hurt worse. “I see.”

“Dean.” You started to reach out for him with woeful eyes, but then you caught yourself and slowly brought your hand back to your side. “It’s not… I mean, we were never exclusive.”

“No. I get it. You don’t have to explain anything to me, Y/N.” Dean started backing away, feeling his skin cracking, letting in the oxygen to stoke the fire within him.

“I’m so sorry, Dean. I just need to move on with my life, you know? And…”

“And I’m not the kind of guy who sticks around. I get it, Y/N. I really do.” As numb as Dean was feeling, he could tell that this wasn’t easy on you either. He knew that he couldn’t let you know just how much this was crushing him. He’d rather break himself than watch you break. “It was gonna end sooner or later, right? As long as he makes you happy, then I’m happy for you. You deserve it.”

“Dean, I—“ You broke off with a heavy sigh and bit your lip. “Do you… do you wanna come in and talk? We’re still friends, right?”

Static crawled along Dean’s skin and he shook his head. There was no way he could handle being around you, but not being able to have you. There would never be anyone for him like you. You were it. He couldn’t handle the pain of seeing you with someone else.

So he took another step back and shook his head again. “We’re not just friends. We were never just friends. You know that.”

You nodded with watery eyes. “Yeah.”

He needed to get out of there. If he stayed any longer, he would break down in front of you, and that wasn’t an option. He wasn’t scared of breaking. Hell, he’d been broken more often in his life than he’d felt whole. But if he broke right here, with you? That would break you too. And he couldn’t live with himself if he did that.

“Dean,” you whispered in a scratchy voice. You took a few steps forward until you were standing toe to toe with him, and he couldn’t move. Then you reached up and placed your hand against his cheek, igniting the fire within him that was slowly destroying everything. A moment later and you went up on your toes to press your lips to his.

This final kiss added another layer of sadness to this moment, and when you pulled away, Dean’s entire world crumbled. With tear-filled eyes, you slowly walked backwards, towards your front door.

“Goodbye, Dean Winchester.”

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It's Late

A Dragonage thought. I’m still newish to Tumblr. But as an older gamer lady (by industry standards, anyway - being 35 and all), I’m not new to video games. And there are some amazing ones out there. But I keep thinking this about the Dragonage/Mass Effect Franchise:

DA:O came out 2009, DA 2 in 2011, and DA:I in 2014. The most recent game, if you don’t count dlc releases is nearly 3 years old now.

And we are still talking about all of them. Not just on tumblr….but on reddit and twitter and other platforms. People are still grabbing Origins and playing it for the first time, 8 years later. There are whole Fandom communities dedicated to arguing about Cullen. Love him, hate him, don’t care, we are all STILL. TALKING. ABOUT. HIM. People identify with Dorian on a personal level, people love Sera and Hawke and Varric. Still. We are still analyzing their characters, we are following Mark and company on Twitter.

So, here we are, so many years later, still a large community engaging in debate about fictional characters. To me that says the developers and players have come together to make an amazing game - and that is what is important. Characters we dislike, characters that have wierd moral compasses, characters we relate to. Maybe, too, just remember this the next time you are tempted to get angry at someone who has an admittedly stubborn viewpoint. This game has brought so many people joy, and promoted a community in a way non-gamers may not understand.

Pretty cool.

The ABCs: A Riverdale Fanfiction-Six

Introduction/AN: I am so happy that people are enjoying this story as much as they are because I’m really enjoying it too (obviously I’ve churning out chapters like it’s nothing) so I hope you enjoy this part as well. As always let me know what you think :)

Word Count: 1,178

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Chapter Summary: Archie can tell that something is wrong with his best friend, he doesn’t know what he was expecting to be bothering him but he certainly didn’t expect it to be a girl.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Originally posted by doona-baes

Chapter Six: Archie and Jughead-About a Girl

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ravinkarimnoodle  asked:

Hi, it's me again, the ex-student of Colby Thomas. I wanted to ask that recently I've been going through your blog and I realised you have an affinity of operatic Christines, a.k.a Maria Kesselman, Rebecca Caine and Elisabeth Berg etc. Which Christines out of these vocally is the most ideal for Christine? Or if none, which Christine do you think has the most ideal (beautiful, glides through the score and emotive through audios) voice (BTW international productions count)?

Sure! Though the problem is, almost all of my favorite Christine voices have the qualities you describe (at ease with the score, emotive, etc.). Still, those with an operatic or at least classical verve and who are my favorites include:

  • Rebecca Caine - Caine has a quality I’ve seen described as “weepy” or “willowy” to her voice, which I like because it gives a kind of aching sadness to all her lines, but she is also very emotional - I still love how much passion she injects into her moments in ‘Notes II’ and ‘Twisted Every Way’.
  • Patti Cohenour - Cohenour has such an interesting voice: a little husky on the low notes, but very light, like crystal, on the high ones. There’s an ethereal quality to both her vocals and acting that I rarely hear in today’s Christine; she feels almost above it all.
  • Rebecca Luker - Many people have labeled her as “silvery-voiced”, and I would agree. She has a warmer tone than Sarah Brightman or Cohenour, but there’s a certain wistful delicacy to her voice that I love, and her Christine sometimes seems rather sad.
  • Elisabeth Berg - Queen of emotion IMO, and she doesn’t even sing in English. Magnificent dark voice that sings the score with ease and (according to people who understand Swedish) flawless diction. Her ‘Wishing’ in particular is just full of emotion and grief.
  • Glenda Balkan - I always reuse a line I read on another website which described her voice as like “sparkling wine”. She understudied for Carlotta for a time (while also understudying Christine), so she’s got vocal chops. I also found her Christine extremely emotive and vulnerable.

the-real-commodus  asked:

I saw Evita today (college theatre production, does that still count??) and because of you I was thinking there was a romantic subplot between Eva Peron and Che Guevara. You had my hopes up. Did they even know each other IRL? My life is a lie, a musical lie.

what did i do to make you think that oh my gosh? ????

Impassive - Spock x Gender Neutral!Reader


Originally posted by lucystillintheskywithdiamonds

Requested by anon. Reader gets captured by the inhabitants of a new planet. Spock’s human side shows as he is determined to get the reader back.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1,624

A/N: I don’t think I have done a good job with this and for that I am sorry. Still trying to improve my writing.


If there was something you hated about S'chn T'gai Spock, it was his lack of facial reaction in a matter of life or death… like right now.

The mission was suppose to be easy. Collect some samples from a newly discovered M class planet and get back to the ship. Simple. It wasn’t so simple when you were seperated from your group and hiding from hostile inhabitants behind a tree. “No life forms my ass.” you whispered angrily as you pressed your hand on your abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding. Beside you sat a impassive as always Spock, a communicator in his hand, trying to contact Enterprise. When his attempts failed, he switched to his phaser.

“Lieutenant [Y/L/N], as the only biologist assigned, your value for this mission is indisputable. You should get ready to escape and send a distress signal while I create a diversion.” his cold voice reached your ears as you saw his grip tighten on the phaser. When he saw you looking at him as if he had grown a second head, he raised a pointed eyebrow.

“No offense, Commander Spock, but are you listening to yourself? You are the First Officer for fuck’s sake!”

“Well it’s only logical if-”

“Oh, shut it with the logic crap!” you whisper-shouted. Even though you cared deeply for the green-blooded man in front of you, sometimes you just wanted him to not act on logic but pure human instict. Maybe that would make his robotic expression go away.

You hissed in pain, slightly removing your hand from the wound. The wound was pretty ugly and definetly would leave a scar but you could care less.

You held your breath as you heard something snap behind you two. There was some shouting in a language you could not understand. You were so focused on the noises that you did not feel it when Spock’s hand engulfed yours and pressed it firmly on your wound. You turned to face him in shock and saw the tips of his ear turn slightly green. Your cheeks also turned red when you recalled the hands situation with Vulcans, the shouts and inhabitants forgotten for a moment.

“If we don’t get help soon Lieutenant, your loss of blood will result in you passing out or even worse.” his expression didn’t change for once as he tried to stop the bleeding. “How can he be so calm about this?” you thought, frustrated because you couldn’t decipher him.

In your moment of deep thought, you did not see the giant, red skinned man approaching Spock from behind. But when you did the first thing you noticed about the creature was a sharp spear-like object that could pierce through you both.

Your head pounded with adrenaline as you quickly got up to your feet with a new found strength and threw yourself at the giant, catching him by suprise and making him fall onto the ground.

That was when you actually became aware of your situation as your vision started to blur and you dropped to the ground. With trembling hands you reached for your phaser but the pain was unbearable.

“This is it.” you thought. Your eyes widened in panic as more of the giants circled you and took a hold of Spock’s shoulders. You could feel desperation and fear flood into your mind. As he struggled against their grip tears gathered in your eyes. “He wasn’t supposed to be here dammit. This is all my fault.”

You felt a painful tug at your hair and you were lifted of the ground by the creature you pushed. He shouted gibberish next to your ear but you couldn’t even hear him. All of your attention was on Spock as he struggled against the inhabitants to reach you.

“[Y/N]!” he screamed and you swore you could see worry in his eyes. Before you could respond, the giant’s fist came in contact with your abdomen and your scream echoed in the forest.

Just before the darkness consumed you, you heard Spock’s roar of anger.


Spock wasn’t a man of emotion, everyone knew that. But when he saw your lifeless body being dragged away, something in him snapped.

He was mad. He was really really mad and he even surprised himself when he let out a roar and flipped the giant who was 3 times bigger than himself, over his shoulder.

Seing the others stunned by his outburst he quickly reached for his phaser -which he had dropped on the ground- and shot two of them down. He aimed at the other one’s head but when he fired another one came behind him and tackled him to the ground.

Just as he thought that they would knock him out too, Spock heard sound of phaser beams and the weight on top of him was lifted.

Spock tried to calm himself down. He didn’t know what came over him, all he knew was that you were taken and he needed you, with him. The sudden flood of emotions brought him confusion and his eyes watered but he quickly blinked them out.

“Oh god, Spock! Are you alright, your face is all green!”

The voice of his captain never made him this much relieved. When Spock finally got to his feet, Captain Kirk gaped at his friend. Spock’s face was filled with worry and anger but mostly fear.

“[Y/N]. They took [Y/N] Jim we need to- we need to find where they took them.” Spock’s trembling voice shocked him to the point he just stared at him and blinked repeatedly.

Jim shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. Of course he was aware of the Vulcan’s feelings for you. How could he not when whenever you entered the bridge his first officer’s eyes followed you and only you. Or when the first thing he did when he entered the mess hall was to send a “Good morning Lieutenant.” your way.

Jim was aware of his feelings but he was pretty sure the stubborn Vulcan was in denial, until now. He pushed away any medical officer that dared to come near him and demanded that they come up with a plan.

“I’m not leaving without them.” Spock roared when he was ignored. It made Jim snap out of his train of thought and he looked at his friend’s green tinted face.

“No worries Spock.” Jim smiled. “I have an idea…”


You let out yet another grunt as a fist came in contact with your face. You did not understand why would they scream things you did not understand when they should have figured that you did not speak their language by now.

“Maybe they have tribbles inside their brains…” you laughed at your own thoughts as the blood loss made it hard for your mind to function properly. You kept dozing in and out until you heard commotion outside the hut you were in.

Sounds of phasers being fired away gave away the fact that the crew was here to rescue you and you smiled, knowing that no matter what, your family got your back.

Suddenly the curtains to the hut opened and came in the sound of a phaser being fired. You heard bodies hit the ground but could not open your eyes enough to see them.

You felt the rope that was bound to your hands disappear and a very warm body was pressed against yours. Curious, you gathered all of your strength and opened your eyes only the see Spock, with a single tear coming down his left eye. “I suggest you never do that again Lieutenant [Y/L/N].” his voice cracked and you just looked at him in shock.

This was the Spock who wasn’t supposed to show emotion, the Spock whose voice never even cracked. But here he was, with you in his arms. This was the most human reaction that you ever got from him.

He reached for his communicator. “Two to beam up Mr. Scott.” you heard Spock say and then white light swallowed you both.

When the familiar surroundings of the transporter room came to view, Spock didn’t wait for the medical officers to arrive. He just carried you bridal style to the medbay. You felt yourself being lowered to a biobed and his warmth was no longer with you.

Feeling bold you grabbed his hand and squeezed it with all your might. “Don’t leave me.” you whispered, your voice failing you. A ghost of a smile found itself on his lips as he answered.

“I wasn’t going to, ashayam.”

Your eyes widened at the familiar Vulcan word, and you thought that your heart was going melt because of the warmth you felt. What he did next though, was enough to make your heart explode in your chest.

Spock readjusted your hands so his index and middle fingers pressed firmly against your own.

I ashaya du, [Y/N].”

You couldn’t hold it any longer as happy tears streamed down your face.

“I love you too, Spock.”

You closed your eyes when you saw Spock lean in and felt him press a soft kiss on your lips, his fingers never leaving yours. Your face heated up at the intimacy of this situation.

“Well I wish you did that before they almost died.”

You jumped a little when you heard your captain’s voice, feeling embarassed all of a sudden. A grumpy Bones ushered Spock away and pulled out his tricorder. “I fail to understand why you would say that, Captain.” you heard Spock’s voice and you giggled, feeling light-headed.

“Good luck with that green blooded hobgoblin.” Bones grumbled.

You smiled and managed to say “Good luck indeed.” before you finally passed out.


Maybe Bars Aren’t So Bad

Summary: reader goes to a bar to get away from the fighting at her sister’s place and who might she meet there but Jensen Ackles. this is an AU where no one is famous and Jensen isn’t in any kind of relationship with the amazing Daneel.

Warnings: Smut, drinking, fighting(not Jensen),

Word count: ~1800

A/N: feedback would be greatly appreciated! I’m still iffy on my smut writing skills and its my first Jensen fic so i hope yall like it!

It was supposed to be a fun vacation to see my sister and her kids in Austin, but her ex-husband- or soon to be ex- showed up and the fighting started. We were all settled on the couch watching a movie that my nine-year-old niece wanted to watch, some Disney movie I think, when we heard a pounding on the front door of my sister’s apartment. She got up to open the door to show a very drunk ex-husband named Dylan. 

“Go away, Dylan. You’re drunk…as usual” she tried to close the door in his face. 

“No, please! don't shut me out! We can fix this!” When he started shouting I shooed the kids into my room, I knew it might get ugly and children shouldn’t have to hear their parents fighting. Once they were in there i closed the door and went back out to tell him to leave.

“Dylan. you need to choose a different time to do this. A time when your kids can’t hear you, that goes for both of you. But I’m not going to make y'all do anything. I’m going to put the movie on in my room and make it loud so that the kids can’t hear you guys. And then I’m going to go find a bar for a few hours. Get your shit together, guys. be adults.” I scolded.

“Oh, fuck off! You’re always trying to get in the middle! You can’t fix everything for her all the time! Just because you have no one doesn’t mean you need to make everyone else as miserable as you!” Dylan shouted at me. With that, I flipped him off and walked out the door, leaving them to shout at each other. 

I walked to the nearest bar and ordered a beer, I wanted to be there for a while and I wasn't looking to get shitfaced right away, I hated bars but it was better than being where the fighting was happening. 

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Even though I’d love to see all the cures again, I get why Dream Stars is limiting the teams, i guess?

I mean, theres definitely more than a few cures now (i think its reaching 30+? I haven’t counted em in a bit I’ll have to double check) and in the later All Stars films it was kind of hard to give everyone a decent cameo/line. And just imagining having to animate all those teams y i k e s.

Plus you can’t always get a hold of the VAs and with budgets and such in mind it’d just be easier to limit teams. It sucks, but it’s understandable. If that makes any sense.

Idk I’m just rambling.

Still want Toei to make a mini series w cure echo though

It’s not hard to picture Mabel Pines in a PMMM scenario because she’s practically a textbook example of the sort of girls Kyubey preys on.

She’s young, naive, more than a little selfish and tries to help other people. Heck there was already an episode focused on a creature she loved pointing out how selfish she was!

I still think she’d be one of the most fantastic witches ever. She did kind of have her own barrier in canon if you count the dream bubble she was stuck in during Weirdmaggedon…

Today in Big Mistakes, I accidentally trained my pigeons to swarm my face when I am trying to feed them

So typically in the mornings they wait by their food and water dishes until I give them food and water. I will grab one to sit on my shoulder while I get the food and water ready, and the one on my shoulder normally gets to sip the water while I count out the food. I didn’t really think this through.

My pigeons caught on that my shoulders mean water before everyone else and head scritches because a couple have started landing on my shoulders when I greet them in the morning. I should have stopped and thought, pigeons are pretty smart birds. The pigeons still in the loft can see me when I am grabbing food, they can see me with one or two of the pigeons, and they can see that the one or two that go with me get water before everyone else. I should have thought about what that might lead to. Hindsight is 20/20

Anyway this morning every single one of my pigeons tried to land on my shoulders