can this by counted as monster girl

Color You Mine- Jimin(m)

Originally posted by sugaglos

Living next door to your teacher has its perks…

(m)- mature | word count: 3679 | Teacher!Jimin | much love~

Req: @coffeecupsandjiminsmuts said: Can I request an orange haired Jimin smut where he’s a teacher, you stay behind for supported study and you end up doing stuff together. Can you please include a “daddy & little girl” kink 😅❤️

tagging my mains<3: @baehyungtaehyung, @icedxtae, @junghoshigi@cuzimsickwithhope, @imagineurl, @yoonginhales, @boyfriendjimin + @jiminniejuseyo + @tramngo99

Lust. (noun): very strong sexual desire.

You read through the list of vocabulary words swiftly, already knowing most of them enough to not feel the need to study. But this one, this one word, makes you stop in the monotonous drone of your bedroom to flip it over, reading the information on the back.

One of the oldest, most used words in the English language.

Licking your dry lips and spreading your damp thighs you blow air through your nose, arching your back until it cracks and sighing in relief at the tension released. Your mind has been wandering since you got home, always back to the man that occupies the house next door.

None other than your English teacher.

He’s young, attractive, funny, and every time he leant down to help you with something his hand would splay across the hard surface of your desk… so big… fingers so long… At first you were sure he was aware of how all the girls whispered about him while he was lecturing, but you’ve been starting to think he really is oblivious. The line between kindness and flirting must be nonexistent for Mr. Park Jimin, one and the same.

It was just last week he moved in next door. Just last week your surface curiosity had deepened, hollowed a hole in your chest and had your eyes wandering to his lawn every few moments. How sometimes he’d be on the phone, walking back and forth with his long legs, a smile on his face, lips so thick, forming words you wished sounded like your name…

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the ultimate heathers lyric starter meme ( act 2 )


  • ❛  You wait just a minute, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  It’s ignorant, hateful talk like yours that makes this world a place that they could not live in.  ❜
  • ❛  They were not dirty!  ❜
  • ❛  They were not wrong!  ❜
  • ❛  They were two lonely verses in the Lord’s great song.  ❜
  • ❛  Our boys were pansies, (name)!  ❜
  • ❛  Yes! My boys a homosexual, and that don’t scare me none.  ❜
  • ❛  I want the world to know, I love my dead, gay son.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve been thinking. Praying. Reading some magazines.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s time we opened our eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Well, the good Lord created the universe.  ❜
  • ❛  The Lord created man.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe it’s all a part of His gigantic plan.  ❜
  • ❛  I know God has a reason for each mountain and each flower, and why he chose to let our boys get busy in the shower!  ❜
  • ❛  I never cared for homos much until I reared me one.  ❜
  • ❛  He loves his son.  ❜
  • ❛  Jesus says it’s cool!  ❜
  • ❛  They just had flair!  ❜
  • ❛  They were desperate to be free!  ❜
  • ❛  They took a rebel stance, stripped to their underpants.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t believe that you still refuse to get a clue after all that we’ve been through.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m talking you and me, in the summer of ‘83.  ❜
  • ❛  That was one hell of a fishing trip.  ❜
  • ❛  Our jobs are now continuing the work that they begun.  ❜
  • ❛  They were good men!  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll teach the world to love.  ❜


  • ❛  Fine, we’re damaged. Really damaged, but that does not make us wise.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re not special. We’re not different.  ❜
  • ❛  We don’t choose who lives and dies.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s be normal. Watch bad movies, sneak a beer and watch TV.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t you want a life with me?  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t we be seventeen? That’s all I want to do.  ❜
  • ❛  If you could let me in, I could be good with you.  ❜
  • ❛  People hurt us, or they vanish, and you’re right, it really blows.  ❜
  • ❛  We let go, take a deep breath.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t stop looking in my eyes.  ❜
  • ❛  Is that so hard to do?  ❜
  • ❛  Let us be seventeen, if we’ve still got the right.  ❜
  • ❛  So what’s it gonna be?  ❜
  • ❛  I want to be with you.  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, we’re damaged. Badly damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  Your love’s too good to lose.  ❜
  • ❛  Hold me tighter. Even closer.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll stay if I am what you choose.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re the one I choose.  ❜


  • ❛  Deep inside of everyone there’s a hot ball of shame.  ❜
  • ❛  If we show the ugly parts that we hide away, they turn out to be beautiful by the light of day.  ❜
  • ❛  Every day’s a battlefield when pride’s on the line.  ❜
  • ❛  I attack your weakness and pray you don’t see mine.  ❜
  • ❛  If I share my ugly parts and you show me yours, our love can knock our walls down and unlock all our doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Who wants to share what’s in their heart?  ❜
  • ❛  No volunteers? Fine, I’ll start.  ❜
  • ❛  I live alone. My husband left. My kids are grown.  ❜
  • ❛  In the 60s love was free, that did not work out well for me.  ❜
  • ❛  The revolution came and went – tried to change the world, barely made a dent.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve struggled with despair.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve joined a cult.  ❜
  • ❛  I chant, I prayed but God’s not there.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) I’m ending our affair!  ❜
  • ❛  I faked it every time.  ❜


  • ❛  I float in a boat in a raging black ocean, low in the water with no where to go.  ❜
  • ❛  The people smell desperate.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll sink any minute so someone must go.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s pushing! Everyone’s fighting!  ❜
  • ❛  There’s no where to hide.  ❜
  • ❛  The captain is pointing. well who made her captain?  ❜
  • ❛  Still, the weakest must go.  ❜


  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna cry.  ❜
  • ❛  Stupid childproof caps!  ❜
  • ❛  Aw look, (name) is gonna whine all night.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve to live.  ❜
  • ❛  Why not kill yourself?  ❜
  • ❛  Here, have a sedative.  ❜
  • ❛  Whine, whine, whine like there’s no Santa Clause.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re pathetic because you whine!  ❜
  • ❛  You whine all night!  ❜
  • ❛  Your ass is off the team!  ❜
  • ❛  Go on and bitch and moan.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t deserve the dream!  ❜
  • ❛  You’re gonna die alone.  ❜


  • ❛  He was sweet, he said that I was smart.  ❜
  • ❛  He was good at sports and people liked him.  ❜
  • ❛  At nap time, once, we shared a mat.  ❜
  • ❛  I didn’t sleep, I sat and watched him breathing.  ❜
  • ❛  I watched him dream for almost half an hour. Then he woke up.  ❜
  • ❛  He pulled a scab off one time playing kickball, kissed me quick and pressed it in my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I took that scab and put it in a locket, all year long I wore it near my heart.  ❜
  • ❛  He didn’t care if I was thin or pretty.  ❜
  • ❛  He was mine until we hit first grade.  ❜
  • ❛  Last night I dreamed a horse with wings flew down into my home room.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re all grown up and we know better.  ❜
  • ❛  Now we recognize the way things are.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain boys are just for kindergarten.  ❜
  • ❛  Certain girls are meant to be alone.  ❜
  • ❛  I believe that any dream worth having, is a dream that should not have to end.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll build a dream that I can live in, and this time I’m never waking up.  ❜


  • ❛  Oh my god, is she dead?  ❜
  • ❛  Just another geek trying to imitate the popular people and failing miserably.  ❜
  • ❛  keep it together.  ❜
  • ❛  I knew you would come far.  ❜
  • ❛  Smell how gangsta you are.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m so sorry.  ❜
  • ❛  Feel a bit punchy?  ❜
  • ❛  She’s not looking so well.  ❜
  • ❛  You’ve earned that red scrunchie.  ❜
  • ❛  Come join (name) in hell.  ❜
  • ❛  Where have you been?  ❜
  • ❛  We’ve been worried sick!  ❜
  • ❛  Your friend, (name), stopped by.  ❜
  • ❛  He told us everything.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s got your hand writing down cold.  ❜
  • ❛  Please, honey, talk to us.  ❜
  • ❛  No, you wouldn’t understand.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s right down the block?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ve experienced everything you’re going through.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s climbing the stairs?  ❜
  • ❛  Your problems seem like life and death, I promise they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  Guess who’s picking your lock.  ❜
  • ❛  You don’t know what my world looks like!  ❜
  • ❛  Times up! Go say your prayers.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s running on fumes now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s totally fried.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s gotta be tripping on shrooms now.  ❜
  • ❛  (name)’s done for, there’s no doubt now.  ❜
  • ❛  Notify next of kin.  ❜
  • ❛  Too late, he got in.  ❜
  • ❛  Sorry for coming in through the window, dreadful etiquette I know.  ❜
  • ❛  Get out of my house!  ❜


  • ❛  All is forgiven baby!  ❜
  • ❛  Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!  ❜
  • ❛  You chucked me out like I was trash.  ❜
  • ❛  For that, you should be dead.  ❜
  • ❛  Then it hit me like a flash: what if high school went away instead?  ❜
  • ❛  Those assholes are the key.  ❜
  • ❛  They’re keeping you away from me.  ❜
  • ❛  They made you bling, messed up your mind.  ❜
  • ❛  I can set you free!  ❜
  • ❛  You left me and I fell apart.  ❜
  • ❛  I punched the wall and cried.  ❜
  • ❛  I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside.  ❜
  • ❛  So, I built a bomb!  ❜
  • ❛  Tonight our school is Vietnam.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!  ❜
  • ❛  I was meant to be yours.  ❜
  • ❛  We were meant to be one.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t give up on me now.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish what we’ve begun.  ❜
  • ❛  In the rubble of their tomb, we’ll plant this not explaining why they died.  ❜
  • ❛  Our burned bodies may finally get through to you.  ❜
  • ❛  Your society churns out slaves and blanks, no thanks.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll watch the smoke pour out the doors.  ❜
  • ❛  Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores.  ❜
  • ❛  We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t make it alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were meant to be mine.  ❜
  • ❛  I am all that you need.  ❜
  • ❛  You carved open my heart, can’t just leave me to bleed.  ❜
  • ❛  Open the door please.  ❜
  • ❛  Can we not fight anymore?  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), sure, you’re scared, I’ve been there.  ❜
  • ❛  (Name), don’t make me come in there.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m gonna count to three. 1, 2, fuck it–  ❜
  • ❛  Oh my god.  ❜
  • ❛  Please don’t leave me alone.  ❜
  • ❛  You were all I could trust.  ❜
  • ❛  I can’t do this alone, still, I will if I must.  ❜


  • ❛  I wanted someone strong who could protect me.  ❜
  • ❛  I let his anger fester and infect me.  ❜
  • ❛  His solution is a lie.  ❜
  • ❛  No one here deserves to die, except for me and the monster I created.  ❜
  • ❛  Heads up (name).  ❜
  • ❛  I’m a dead girl walking.  ❜
  • ❛  Can’t hide from me.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s your final bell.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s one more dance and then farewell.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) told me you just committed suicide?  ❜
  • ❛  Yeah, well, he’s wrong about a lot of things.  ❜
  • ❛  I through together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s under the gym?  ❜
  • ❛  That’s it.  ❜
  • ❛  What’s that sound?  ❜
  • ❛  Give a great big yell!  ❜
  • ❛  Step away from the bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This little thing? I’d hardly call it a bomb.  ❜
  • ❛  This is just to trigger the packs of thermals upstairs –those are bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your mom had been a little stronger.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish she’d stayed around a little longer.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish your dad were good.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish grownups understood.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish we’d met before they convinced you life is war.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish you’d come with me.  ❜
  • ❛  I wish I had more TNT!  ❜


  • ❛  I am damaged. Far too damaged.  ❜
  • ❛  You’re not beyond repair.  ❜
  • ❛  Stick around here, make things better.  ❜
  • ❛  You beat me fair and square.  ❜
  • ❛  Please stand back now.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t know what this thing will do.  ❜
  • ❛  Hope you miss me.  ❜
  • ❛  Wish you’d kiss me.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll trade my life for yours.  ❜
  • ❛  Wait, hold on!  ❜
  • ❛  Once I disappear, clean up the mess down here.  ❜
  • ❛  Not this way!  ❜
  • ❛  Say hi to God.  ❜


  • ❛  Listen up kids, war is over.  ❜
  • ❛  Brand new sheriff’s come to town.  ❜
  • ❛  We are done with acting evil.  ❜
  • ❛  We will lay our weapons down.  ❜
  • ❛  We’re all damaged, we’re all frightened, we’re all freaks but that’s alright.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll endure it. We’ll survive it.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) are you free tonight?  ❜
  • ❛  High school may not ever end.  ❜
  • ❛  Still, I miss you.  ❜
  • ❛  I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend.  ❜
  • ❛  We can be seventeen.  ❜
  • ❛  If nobody loves me now, someday somebody will.  ❜
  • ❛  There’s still time to make things.  ❜
  • ❛  One day we’ll change the world, but let’s kick back tonight.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s go be seventeen, take off our clothes and dance.  ❜
  • ❛  This could be our final chance.  ❜
  • ❛  We’ll make it beautiful.  ❜
A Cold Hearted Monster

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: can you do a Bucky x reader based off of the song daddy lessons by Beyoncé? like the reader is an assassin and is always quietly singing the song (it’s quite haunting maybe?) and Bucky’s new to the team so he always wonders why but it’s because her dad is the one that taught her to be a killer. Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count: 1,277

Warnings: Violence, Mention of Death, Fluff

A/N: Hope you’ll like it Anon :) Here’s the song

Originally posted by ninja-spacenerd

Came into this world
Daddy’s little girl
And daddy made a soldier out of me

Steve was giving Bucky a tour of the headquarters when a soft voice that seemed to come from the walls stopped Bucky dead in his tracks. He looked around him, his body tense and alert.

“It’s alright.” Steve assured him, one hand rising to rest on Bucky’s shoulder.

“The hell is that?” Bucky gasped as the soft music filled the corridor.

“It’s just Y/n.”

“Where is she?”

Steve looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “I’d say she’s in the air ducts.” He scoffed when Bucky looked at him in disbelief. “She likes to be alone. I don’t think you’ll see her a lot outside of missions. Everyone here has their quirks. Clint sleeps on the roof and Vision can pass through walls. You’ll get used to it.”

“I miss Budapest.” Bucky exhaled forcefully, following Steve.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write about the missus having an attitude towards harry because shes jealous of a woman in his group of friends and they have a small argument in front of their friends??

Harry Styles/The Reader

Word Count: 1,968

A/N: i hope that i followed your prompt like you wanted… feedback is appreciated! 

Harry is every girl’s dream man, that’s a given. Even though he’s yours and has all but promised his life to you, the little green jealousy monster still creeps into your mind at times like this, when girls who so obviously want to be with him in ways only reserved for you are climbing all over Harry and trying their hardest to seduce him.

To make it worse, Harry is just sitting there and allowing it, face glowing with the four shots he’s just taken and complete ignorance about what’s going on. 

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The Perfect Happy Ending. For a Hunter.

Pairing- Dean x Plus size!Reader

Author’s note- This was my first Dean fic! How was it? It was fun to write! It got a little out of hand, just a bit.

Summary- Prompt 42: “This is hard for me too” request by the lovely lilacprincessofrecovery

Warning- language, making out I guess, smut reference

Word count: 1,605

Request: Yes

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Dean and I have gotten so close over the years. We met five years ago on a werewolf hunt that lead us to cross paths. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Being my size, no one ever really saw me as a threat, they figured they could just out run me. I was a bigger girl, but I can still kick some monster ass.

That was a perk being underestimated.

The werewolf was taking women to this place, women who he saw as unthreatening. He viewed me that way, I used this to my advantage.

He brought me here, so now here I am, trying to find where he went after breaking out of the ropes he had me in. There was a little house in front where I knew he had to be. As I approached, a car slowly rolled up the drive way. I hid out of sight, hoping it was him. But I was wrong it was the fucking Winchesters.

“You sure this is the right place, Sammy?” The shorter brother spoke.

The taller one looked around, nodding, “Yeah this where I followed him to earlier, he had a girl with her.”

Dean spotted the barn and silently signaled to Sam. They pulled out their weapons and walked to the barn. Luckily, they never spotted me.

I’m in the house, I can hear him in a room with a girl crying and screaming for help. I quickly jump into action. I pulled out my gun full of silver bullets and kicked in the door, he got distracted.

“Come get me you over grown poodle!” I shouted and waited for him to charged. Then I took off out of the house.

Gun in hand, I run to the barn seeing the Winchesters opening the barn doors I yell at them.


They jump in shock and look up.

I can practically feel the monster’s claws scrap at the back of my shirt.

I slide on my knees to turn to it, I point, shoot, THUD.

“Dead son of a bitch now.” I mutter to myself as I stand and brush the dirt from my legs.

“Holy shit.” Dean stared at me, shock visible in his features, while Sam seems to be figuring out what just happened.

“You’re freakin’ awesome.” Dean spoke with admiration in his voice.

I shrugged, “Yeah I know.”

I was pulled from my thought by the man himself, Dean Winchester.

“Hey there, Dollface, what’s got you all smiley.” He took a swig from his beer and sat next to me on the couch in their dingy motel room. Sam sat on his bed with his laptop and newspapers laying everywhere.

My smile only grew, “Just remembering the day we all first met.”

He chuckled, “Yeah you were one badass bitch I’ll give you that.”

I scoffed, “I’m still a badass bitch thank you very much.”

“I don’t remember a time where you aren’t one.” Sam spoke, eyes still glued to the computer screen.

I gave Dean a triumphant smile. 

“Alright, alright. Yeah you are and always will be a bad ass.” Dean surrendered, looking at me with that damn look in his eye that always takes my breath away.

I laughed which turned into a yawn.

“Oh, looks like the little bad ass is sleepy.” He teased, taking another swig.

I rolled my eyes and shoved him.

“Yeah well you boys tire me out.” I made a move to stand and leave.  

“Oh, I can think of a few ways to tire you out.” Dean said with a wink.

A blush I couldn’t control made its way to my cheeks. He is always a flirt, he does it just to see me blush.

“Sorry, Winchester, I’m too tired tonight. Maybe some other time.”

I got up and walked to the door, “Good night, Sam.”

He nodded in my direction and made a noise like he was going to speak but he was to lost in his little researcher world at this point.

“Here, I’ll walk you.” Dean stood and followed me out.

I didn’t protest, I enjoyed our moments alone, even just walking in silence to the next room.

I turned to him and noticed how his demeanor changed, almost like he was nervous. His hand scratching the back of his neck and eyes casted to the ground.

“You okay over there, Winchester?”

He sighed, “Look I don’t know how to say this… I’m not one for words.”

“Dean, what’s wrong?” I stepped forward to get him to look at me. I was a bit shorter than him.

“Can we go in your room?” he asked, shifting from foot to foot. God, he looked adorable all fidgety like this.

“Y-Yeah.” His nerves were rubbing off on me, I fumbled a little opening the door.

I walked in with him trailing behind me, I stood near the bed and waited for him to speak.

“Dean, you’re scaring me.” I walked closer to where he stood near the door and put a hand on his arm.

I looked at him with concern while he stared at where my hand was touching the bare skin of his bicep.

He seemed to laugh to himself then he finally looked at me.

“How do you feel about me?”

The question took me by surprise my grip unconsciously tightened and he noticed.

I gave him a smile that came out as more of a grimace.

“You know how I feel about you, Dean.” My voice breaking off a bit at his name.

He sighed running a hand down his face, “No I mean…”

His eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to find the right words.

“Look, I was talking with Sammy and…”

I felt something in my chest drop.

No. No, god please tell me Sam didn’t tell him what I think.

“W-What did you guys talk about?” I could feel the tears coming.

He shrugged.

“You know, just brother stuff.” He mumbled and looked up at me, “And you.”

“Oh?” I breathed.

He nods taking a step closer to me, my hand drops from his arm and I step back.

“What d-did he tell you?” I whispered, desperately hoping it wasn’t what I thought.

I may or may not have let it slip to Sam when I was drunk my true feelings for the older Winchester brother.

He shook his head, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I-I told you D-”

“The truth Y/N.”

“Look, Dean, I don’t know what Sam said-”

I was getting panicked now.

Why is he doing this?

“Just tell me.” He sounded desperate.

I winced I don’t know if I could do this.

“Dean, this is really hard for me-”

This is hard for me too, Y/N!” his sudden outburst startled me.

I squeaked and jumped away from him.

His eyes held regret, “I-I’m sorry, baby girl. I just… I don’t want to ruin this, the only good thing I’ve had for a while.”

He looked so broken, those gorgeous green eyes shone with unsaid words.

I sighed, I guess I have to…

“I love you, Dean. I always have. You know that, but…” I hesitated before continuing.

His rough, callused hand cupped my face.

I looked up at him and into his eyes.

“I’m in love with you, Dean.” I whispered, a tear escaping.

Relief flooded his face.

“Oh, thank god.”

I looked at him confused, “Wh-”

But he interrupted me, by pressing his lips to mine.

I was shocked at first, eyes wide before they fluttered shut and I leaned into the kiss. My arms wrapped around his neck as the kiss deepened. He walked us back to the bed, his strong arms wound around my body.

I was lost in the kiss I barely registered us laying on the bed.

We pulled a part long enough for him to mumble,”I’m in love you with you, so fucking in love with you.”

Butterflies were an understatement at this point, a warm fuzzy feeling seemed to fill my while body and over flow. 

Dean nudged my thighs apart with his knee and began trailing kisses down my neck. I was breathing heavily by now, gasping and moaning as he nipped at the sensitive spot on my neck.

His hand roaming under my shirt, gripping my hips and sliding up my sides.

He moaned against my neck, “You’re so goddamn soft baby girl.”

I gasped when he moved his grip to the back of my thigh, hiking it up higher around his waist. I could feel his nailed scraping slightly at the skin.

“Dean,” I let out a breathy moan when his hand slid up my shorts to grip my ass.

His lips were back on mine, more intense and needy now.

He worked my shirt over my head then sat up to take his own off, only breaking the kiss to do so.

His lips worked their way down my chest while my nails dug into the muscles of his back.

He groaned against my skin, “You gotta stop that, baby or I would be able to stop myself.

“Who says I want you to?”

His smirked sent tingles straight down to my core.

“Oh, baby, I was hoping you’d say that.”

Let’s just say the next morning, Sam wasn’t so happy with the paper thin hotel walls.

“Next time, we get rooms as far away from each other as we can!”

Dean had a smug smirk on his lips while I was a blushing embarrassed mess.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I loved him, he loved me.

This is the perfect happy ending. For a hunter.

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Toxic Love (Yandere!JD x Reader)

I hadn’t realised he was mental in the beginning. He was new to the school and he stood out like a sore thumb. He was dressed all in black with a trench coat and combat boots, hauntingly wise and silent like the reaper himself. My friends warned me of him. There were rumours that he and his father were involved in massive crimes. That he was dangerous. I wish I had heeded their warnings. Except now they can’t say anything.

He started to hang around that Veronica Sawyer; a Heather. She was an oddball but she was nice enough. Veronica didn’t bully people like the other Heathers and she hung around that other girl; the one who always dressed in pink and had an obvious crush on one of the football players. I thought Veronica would of been a good influence on him maybe help him to make more friends. I was wrong.

The two of them had conspired together and between the two of them they had murdered three counts of murder, multiple counts of forgery and forced a girl to attempt suicide. To this day I still believe that Veronica has done more but I can’t confirm it. Not in this present condition. Not under the constant watch of him…

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sakura and sarada make their way to the dock, but five minutes into their walk, sarada gets fussy and demands sakura carry her. after alternating between nuzzling sakura’s neck and thrashing around, sakura hears the girl’s stomach grumble and can’t help but snort.

“don’t laugh at me!” sarada yells. “it’s not nice!”

“sorry, sorry!” sakura quickly soothes. she kisses sarada’s forehead without really thinking about. “you’re just super cute. and hilarious,”

“you’re still laughing, mama!”

sakura clenches her jaw as she works on smothering the rest of her amusement. when she’s quiet, sarada peers up at her shyly. “when i’m hungry,” sakura tells her, “naruto isn’t allowed to talk to me. usually he says something dumb and i snap at him in my hanger.”

“what’s hanger?”

“when you’re hungry and angry.”


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Some people made their list, so me too!

Things I’d want to see in a third season:

- For the antagonists to focus their frustration on the second years this time.

- That the others join in the fight more often. Because it’s awesome when the Battle Lovers work and fight together.

- Don’t make ioryuu fight/argue in the sixth ep again. Season 2′s ep 6 was a blessing, but by now we also saw them arguing for real in the manga. Those arguements lead to wonderful moments, but it would be interesting to see a different kind of conflict for them.

- Like thinking of their plans for after high school.

- More of the boys interacting outside of their usual pairs.

- Yumoto and the twins having fun together.

- For the love of god please let one of the boys be turned into a monster. Preferably not Kinshirou or Yumoto tho, since we’ve already seen them go dark.

- This one probably won’t happen but a girl can hope: One of the boys getting seriously hurt and the others’ shocked reactions.

- A genderbend episode.

- More shipping than season 2 had. 

- A nightmare monster.

- A monster putting the town in danger

- More backstory for the boys! Why does Io live alone?! Why does Ryuu live with his grandma?! What’s En’s family like?!

- Another sick episode

- Gora joking that if they befriend this enemy as well, they won’t fit in the bath

- this time the anime is one person. So the number of enemies was a count down, going from 3(caeruala adamas) 2(vepper) 1(newbie)

- A hospital visit… (EVIL LAUGHTER)

- More shipping!

- Our dorks being cute as ever

reasons to not kiss him:

i. he’s been called a monster too many times to count; gavin could if he wanted to but it would take longer than he has time for and he’s not sure he can even count that high. (he remembers the first time they met and the look in ryan’s eyes, and how even then, the word ‘monster’ wasn’t one he’d used to describe him. dangerous, maybe. killer, maybe. but never monster.)

ii. he does not know how to love something without holding on so tight he breaks it. ryan is tough, sure, but gavin was never taught how to not ruin everything he touches. (he has a habit of digging his claws in and not knowing how to let go without losing it. like, his parents. like, girls he has loved before. like, boys he has loved before. like, maybe ryan.)

iii. this life never lets you go happy. you find a crew and a family but they’ll always leave. people find better things and they always leave. gavin doesn’t want to call it abandonment but turning your back on someone you love and leaving them is quite possibly the worst thing you could do. (ray did, what makes him think ryan won’t?)

reasons to kiss him:

i. ryan has only ever been called a monster when he’s wearing his mask. sometimes, gavin imagines getting close enough to take it off and close enough to run his fingers through ryan’s hair, and close enough to kiss him. kiss him like he’s wanted to for longer than he has time to figure out. (every time he has died in the past, it has been with a scream or a choke. he figures he could die happy if he got to kiss ryan even once.)

ii. ryan is made of something stronger than porcelain or glass. he will not shatter or crack if gavin holds too tight or not tight enough; he doesn’t need to be held to be whole. (maybe ryan doesn’t hold on tight like gavin does, but he’s always been worried that if his crew left him, he might just fall apart. gavin wraps himself tight around ryan and is never asked to let go.)

iii. ryan was never the same after ray left. he was quieter behind his mask and always seemed so distant, so far away. when you spend years dying beside your friend, dying alone is just that– dying alone. (ryan says one day he could do this for the rest of his life and gavin wants to pretend he means with them. it’s not hard to imagine them, together for the rest of their lives. gavin has never wanted anything more.)

iv. gavin loves him. (that’s a good enough reason.)

– the boy doesn’t need to know he loves him, he just has to want it.

Marauders + What Comes to Mind When They Conjure a Patronus

Remus “Moony” Lupin

  • The day an eccentric old wizard going by the name Dumbledore showed up at his front step, carrying with him a Hogwarts acceptance letter Remus never expected to get.
  • September 1st of his eleventh year, sitting in a dormitory with three other boys, feeling out of place and insecure, until the boy with shaggy hair dragged him off the bed, saying, “What, are you just going to go to sleep on your first night here? Come on, come play a few rounds of Exploding Snap with us!” It was the first time he ever felt he had friends.
  • One night in second year, after being cornered by his friends about his monthly disappearances and having to finally come clean, and remembering the funny look James gave him as he said, “Werewolf or not, Remus, you’re no monster to us.”
  • Sitting under a shade tree in his backyard with a letter he read over and over a thousand times, congratulating him on becoming a prefect. Sure, James, Sirius, and Peter laughed themselves to death over it, but they didn’t understand what Albus Dumbledore’s trust meant to someone like him–someone who people are wont to be suspicious of. He wore his badge in quiet pride.
  • Three days before the full moon in the fall of his fifth year, learning the lengths his friends had taken to make it so he wouldn’t have to spend his transformations alone anymore. 
  • The middle of final exam week during his sixth year, studying in the deserted back corner of the library, when a stressed out Sirius Black threw down his quill and said, “I can’t think about Transfiguration, and worry about how you feel about me at the same time,” right before he kissed Remus right on the lips and pulled away with an expectant look. “So?” he had demanded. “Do you fancy me or not?”
  • James Potter’s stag party. Technically, he doesn’t actually remember anything that happened that night–he’s pretty sure he blacked out before it was even midnight–but the feeling? That thick, nostalgic feeling–one last, gigantic hurrah before everything changed–that’s something no amount of firewhiskey could wash away.
  • Holding Harry for the first time, and thinking that maybe there was hope in a world where nothing seemed to go right.

(After the first wizarding war, Remus couldn’t make corporeal patronuses anymore–just little bits of white mist. It seems there are some things so bad, too devastating, that they tend to outshine the good.)

Peter “Wormtail” Pettigrew

  • The middle of his first year, after James and Sirius dubbed their friend group “The Marauders,” and realizing that they accepted him as one of their own. James Potter and Sirius Black, the coolest kids in school–can you imagine?
  • One afternoon in third year Defense Against the Dark Arts, when he scored higher on an essay than Remus. (It did happen to be a full moon week, but Peter still counts it, goddamnit.)
  • Getting asked out on a date to Hogsmeade at age 15 by a fourth year Hufflepuff girl, who was scared of the Shrieking Shack, and was riveted by Peter’s insistence that he’d been in there before and seen the sort of monster that lived there. (She didn’t know he was talking about Remus Lupin, of course.) He snogged her out back behind Zonkos. The praise and high fives he got from James and Sirius later that night might have been even better than the kiss itself.
  • The very first time he transformed into Wormtail, because he knew, he knew, James and Sirius were starting to doubt that he could do it. But he did do it! And after he did it once, transforming became his most favorite thing in the world to do.
  • Asking his friends over during Easter holidays during sixth year, and them accepting. He loved being able to show off all his things to the people he loved and respected most in the world. 
  • The night before the last day of term during their last year at Hogwarts, when the four of them snuck out of the castle into the Shrieking Shack and gorged themselves on Honeyduke’s sweets and pastries from the kitchens, and vowed–absolutely, cross-the-heart-and-hope-to-die, swore–that no matter what happened in the coming war, they would still be together. They would all still be friends.

(Peter only managed a corporeal patronus once, after a lot of coaxing and patience from his friends. It was hard for him to focus on a memory and focus on the magic at the same time.)

Sirius “Padfoot” Black

  • Being four years old and hearing Regulus’ first word. It wasn’t Mama, or Dada. It was “Sirius.” (Of course, it sounded more like “See-russ,” but who’s asking?)
  • His first time in the Great Hall, the Sorting Hat over his eyes, it belting out the word “Gryffindor!” when he had been so certain it was going to say Slytherin.
  • One of the last days of First Year, after being on edge, knowing he was going to have to go back home to his mother (who still was sending him letters about how displeased she was in his house and choice of friends), and James pulling him aside, saying, “I’ll write you every day. I’ll write you so much your mum will go nutty and will be too fussed with all the owls to give you any grief.” When Sirius asked why he’d do something like that for him, James said, “’Cuz you’re my best friend, of course!” like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
  • Two weeks after The Prank, after thinking his relationship with Remus was irreparably damaged, sitting up in his four poster bed, and Remus coming in and sitting beside him, meeting his eyes, and saying the words, “I forgive you.”
  • A night in the middle of summer when he was sixteen, sitting on the Potter’s couch, drenched from the rain, tear tracts on his face, being enveloped in Mrs. Potter’s arms, and her telling him, “This place will always be open to be your home.”
  • The first morning he woke up with Remus beside him, his face peaceful like it never was when awake, and realizing how lucky he was.
  • Watching James exchange vows with Lily and experiencing his happiness vicariously as though they were linked like brothers. Accepting, for the first time really, that maybe they were brothers, blood or not.
  • Meeting Harry Potter and seeing his best friend in his Godson, and seeing a future for the first time in a long time–one that might actually be good.

(Sirius could make corporeal patronuses up until the day he got sent to Azkaban. He never had an opportunity to see if he could make them again, but he was the first person ever to escape Azkaban, so what did it matter if he could do a patronus or not? He was already one up on the dementors anyway.)

James “Prongs” Potter

  • Two weeks into his first year, with the help of Sirius Black, successfully setting off two dungbombs at the Slytherin’s table during breakfast, and thinking that this was the start to a truly beautiful friendship.
  • Hearing from the Team Captain in his second year that he had been accepted to the Gryffindor Quidditch team, which was amazing, because next to pulling pranks with the Marauders, and looking at that Lily Evans girl who made him feel sort of funny inside, flying was his favorite thing to do.
  • The first night the four of them all transformed into Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, because he had been the mastermind behind the whole Animagus business, and there had been more than a few moments where he thought that there was no way they were going to pull it off. It turns out, he loved proving himself wrong.
  • Asking Lily Evans out after Head Boy and Girl duties one day, and her saying yes! She said yes! Sirius, did you hear that?! She said yes!
  • The middle of Seventh year, looking down at the finished version of the Maruader’s Map, and knowing that a piece of him would always exist at Hogwarts. 
  • Asking Lily Evans to marry him after getting home from an Order mission that shook him down to his very core, and her saying yes. Again, she said yes! Who cared about evil wizards and wars when Lily Evans kept saying yes to things?!
  • That stag party. He remembers exactly none of it, (well, except for maybe one part where Sirius was singing something off-tune, Remus kept trying to harmonize with him, and Peter was throwing up in an umbrella stand), but damn, it makes him happy to think about.
  • The birth of his son, all 7 pounds of him, fat cheeks with a mop of messy black hair on his head like his Dad’s. James held him right after Lily had a turn, and saw that his eyes looked just like hers. Up until that point he had kept it together, but having seen something so perfect brought a flood of tears to his eyes. Nothing, James Potter believed until the moment he took his last breath, was better than being a dad.

(James could make corporeal patronuses in his sleep. He was married to Lily Evans! That’s enough happiness to make any dementor run its ass back to where it came from, wouldn’t you say?)

Am I Enough?

IMAGINE: She was the bad guy, he was the good guy. Opposites don’t attract sometimes. Sometimes, it leaves you sitting in a bar alone, drinking. Or maybe, just maybe, things work out. 

[gif is not mine. bolded words are from this prompt (x). super duper liked this. a bit wordy, but eh.] 

warnings: swearing, drinking.

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The ice clinked inside the glass, the sound echoing in the silent room. She clenched her hand tighter around the glass, closed her eyes and gulped it down. She reached over and refilled it, continuing the cycle until the second bottle was empty and she had to get up and get another bottle.

It was ridiculous -the situation that she was in. Of course it was. It was a fool’s dream, but it was a good dream nonetheless. For once, she allowed herself to feel how nice it was to be loved, to be like other people, anyone other than herself. It was safe. She tipped her head back and allowed another shot dribble slowly into her veins, she was probably made out of alcohol more than human now.

“Fuck,” she muttered. That one burnt more than the other ones.

(Y/N) shook her head slowly thinking how silly it was for her to be in this situation. She was usually the person breaking hearts, laughing at the situation she was in now. But fuck, with him? She allowed her walls to be broken down, to let him in, to either love her or completely destroy her.

Suddenly she threw her fist against the table. That was a stupid dream. Dreams were for people who are good and pure inside and out, like him, not her. She was the bad guy in this story, and probably everyone else’s. The one who broke people and laughed, destroyed kingdoms and threw herself onto the throne, the one who killed, didn’t care about anyone else but herself. Every person was a pawn in her life, people were expendables, they were just there for her to advance.

Another shot down the gullet, she reached for the bottle and looked at it. There was at least three more shots then she had to get up and reach for another bottle across the counter.

“You’re going to kill yourself if you keep drinking like that.”

She closed her eyes. That voice. That goddamn voice. She knew who it was, how could she ever forget? His entire existence was embedded in her mind, forever etched there. So whenever she lay down at night, thinking of her failures he would always stand out.

(Y/N) heard footsteps coming nearer, he finally reached her and sat down next to her.

“Does the owner know you’re here?”

She licked her lips, “Owner’s a friend.”

“You’re in a shady part of Brooklyn,” he piped up. “You hate Brooklyn.”

She shrugged half heartedly, “I like everything when there’s booze around.”

He reached over and slowly pried her fingers off the whiskey glass. He held it, twirling it around and watching the ice touch each other. They were silent for a while, she began to fiddle with her fingers desperately wanting to know why he was there.

“Why did you leave?” He finally broke the silence, she knew it was coming.

She pursed her lips, sat up straighter in her chair and fixated her eyes on the wall of alcohol. “Being there, it just reminded me that I don’t belong Steve. I was brought into that dysfunctional group because you needed someone from the other side.” (Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat. “You needed to know how people with my mind worked, and me being an idiot who wanted money and was bored decided that it would be a good idea to help you.”

She didn’t look at him, but through her peripheral vision she could see that he was looking at her.

“You’re not a bad person (Y/N).” She scoffed, knowing well enough that she was. She heard him sigh, “Look. I don’t know how to do this.”

“Then don’t do this,” she interrupted. She was tired, tired of trying to think that they could ever work out. Her heart and mind hurt, the first organ she hardly used so it was getting quite a workout right now.

“I want to though.” She could hear the sincerity in his tone and closed her eyes. “You’re this entire different person that I always thought I despised, that I fought against for. When I first met you I paid no attention to you because they painted you as this person who killed with her looks if she wanted too. Then you started coming around more often to the compound, I saw how you were with Peter when he found out that he couldn’t save everyone.” Steve shifted in his seat, licking his dry lips, he continued. “You don’t put this persona up, you are this person and you never tried to hide it. You show yourself to the world because you know who you are, but the thing is you don’t fully show yourself. (Y/N), you don’t show the other side of you because you know that if you did, people would take advantage of that, so you only show it to the few people, and I was one of them.”

She opened her mouth, moving her bottom jaw around, a nervous habit that she picked up ever since she was small. It allowed her to focus on that so the tears wouldn’t fall down her face.

“I want to continue being one of them. No matter what you think, I want to be with you. I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.’ Steve slowly cradled (Y/N)’s jaw in his hand and turned her face so she could look at him. “You are enough for me. More than enough.”

(Y/N) swallowed the lump in her throat again, this time a burning sensation followed it. Usually it wouldn’t bother her, but this time, it somehow did. “You drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. You’re everything I ever wanted.’ He wiped the few tears that she allowed to fall. “You’re the realest thing I have in my life.”

She opened her mouth, finding that it hurt to try and speak, still she persevered, “I heard that hell is nice this time of year.” She gave him a small smile, similar to the first genuine one he saw, the one that made his heart beat faster. “I can’t change Steve, change who I am. This is me. If you want to be with me, this is who you’re going to love. The monster and the girl.”

Steve gave her a soft smile, “I think I can live with that. I mean, you’re pretty feisty to have around. If I ever have any trouble I can count on you to kick their arse.”

(Y/N) chuckled, then cleared her throat. “Thank you.” So maybe she didn’t say those three words that would usually indicate a happy ending in a story, but she did say the words that meant more to her than anything at that moment. Maybe they wouldn’t end up together, maybe they wouldn’t live the happy ever after, but right at this moment. In this dingy, shady bar in Brooklyn, her face being cradled by Steve, seeing the love in his face, this was all she needed.

Part Four: I Got Your Back. (Live Free or Twihard S06E05)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader investigate a rash of disappearances involving teenage girls, which they soon discover the girls are being lured by a nest of vampires. During the hunt, Dean is turned into a vampire and is faced with deathly consequences if he can’t resist his temptation to feed his thirst for human blood. In his final hours, fiction becomes reality when Dean and the reader share a moment that feels straight of a vampire paperback.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 4,712.

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I Guess It’s Time - (Sis!fic oneshot)

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A/N: Enjoy it! It’s my first oneshot on this account, and my first reader-insert at all so I hope it’s okay! My askbox is open for Sister!Winchester requests! :)

Word Count: 1537

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Namjoon Scenario: Labor of Love (Part 1: Crashing Down)

Request: Hi! Can you do a scenario/fic with Rap Monster where you’re a pizza delivery girl and you meet him in a small accident where your moped scratches his car and to pay the damage you have to work at his house for a while? You get fired from the pizza restaurant and you convince Nam Joon to let you continue to work from him until you find a new job? One day he sees you cooking and imagines you as his wife until you! He knows he’s falling for you and waits the right time to confess? Thank you

Word Count: 1,866

Genre: Fluff, Romance

You were a sitting duck, tapping your foot impatiently on the floor of your moped, halted at a red light amongst dozens of cars. The rush hour traffic of Seoul had you incredibly late in delivering a pizza– and unfortunately delivering pizzas was the only job you could manage to find after moving to the city on a whim. However, if the idiotic drivers ahead of you didn’t put the pedal to the metal you would lose your job for sure. Being unfamiliar with the city caused you to get lost all the time, and nobody liked a cold pizza. Your manager told you if one more pizza was late, you’d be fired.
You leaned on the unintimidating horn of your moped the moment the light turned green. “Come on!”
Just as the cars ahead of you began to move, you felt drops of water land on your hands. As you looked up, the darkened clouds had chosen now of all times to release the rain within them, and undoubtedly you were about to be soaked.
But as the cars began to move ahead of you, and you finally had room to drive, the overwhelming need to keep your job left you speeding through the city streets, passing as many cars as possible to get to Hongdae, where the pizza was to be delivered. Driving so quickly in the heavy rain was certainly not safe, but if you didn’t keep your job you’d have no money to pay rent or eat, so you pressed on.

Just a few more blocks and you’d be there. You were getting so wet, but none of that mattered as long as the pizza was delivered on time. Just as you turned the final corner into Hongdae district, the enormous puddles of water on the road caused your moped to skid as you turned. You overcompensated, and fell to the side and hit the ground with a thud, rolling a few times as your moped whizzed down the street on its side and crash into the corner of a parked car.

Luckily you had rolled far enough to the side of the street to avoid all the moving cars, but the impact of hitting the ground at such a fast speed had you dazed and dizzy. You could have sworn you could see the headlight of the car you’d hit was shattered, the hood bent, and the front bumper hanging down from one side. Your moped was bent in the middle, with one of the tires rolling down the street, the headlights also smashed and the handlebars hanging limply to the side.
You looked up from the side of the curb to see three very tall men standing under umbrellas, looking wide-eyed at the scene before them. You couldn’t see any of their faces under their face masks, and your vision was still blurred from spinning so much, but you could just tell from their clothes and posture they were important people. And based on their stunned reactions you just knew that was their car.
The tallest of them all noticed you lying there on the street before them and immediately rushed to your side.
“My god… are you okay? Tell me you’re not hurt.” His voice was low. It calmed you.
Slowly and carefully, you sat up. The man held his umbrella over you as you rattled your head, trying to regain your equilibrium. You were sore, but miraculously you didn’t feel too beat up.
“I-I’m okay.”
You made to stand up, but he set his hand on your shoulder. “Stay down for now, you could have hurt your head. Here.”
He carefully reached under your chin and unlatched your helmet, gently easing it off your head. With him so near, you could see the beautiful shape of his dark eyes up close. Under that face mask, he was probably pretty attractive.
“Hyung, the car.” One of the other men piped up.
“I know,” he said, “that’s not what’s important here.”
“That’s a company car, Namjoon.” Said the third man. So his name was Namjoon…
“I know.” He said again, and sighed. Then suddenly tossed his umbrella aside and had one hand around your back and one under your knees, lifting you off the ground and under the awning of the closest shop, where he gently sat you down on the bench.
“I’m going to have to call the company. They’re not going to be too happy about this.” Said the third man, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.
Then you remembered: your job. The pizza. But when you looked at the wreck before you, you could see the pizza box strewn open on the road, now covered in rocks and dirt and getting soaked in the rain. Your job was lost.
Namjoon crouched down beside you and looked at his friend. “Taehyung, can you call her company? Tell them what’s happened.” He turned to you. “What’s your name?”
“Be sure to tell them Y/N is fine.”
Eventually the police showed up, and a tow truck to take away the damaged car and moped. The police took everyone’s statement, including yours, and you had to tell them that this whole mess was completely your fault. Namjoon’s two friends were both explaining the situation into their phones, and Taehyung, who was likely speaking with your manager, was making a face as though he was being yelled at. Everything felt surreal, and you couldn’t so much as say a word after the police were gone and the tow truck had taken away the vehicles. But still, both men were on the phone. You stared at the ground, wondering what would happen to you, watching the rain come down in a trance.
Suddenly, you felt a hand on yours. “Y/N…?”
You looked up, it was Namjoon again. “Hmm?”
“Your phone is ringing.”
Thankfully your phone was still in one piece when you took it out of your pocket, but your heart sank into your stomach when you saw it was your manager calling. Reluctantly, you answered it.
And your manager let you have it. Shouting on and on about your reckless driving and another late pizza, and crashing into a company car of all things. He lectured you about how thankful you should be that the company wasn’t going to sue the pizza place, but despite their mercy, you were fired. He took a few angry deep breaths before telling you to drop off your uniform and employee keys by the end of the week, but he didn’t hang up without mentioning that he demanded the company be compensated for a new moped, and that you would be the one to pay for it. Without another word, he hung up.
You set your phone in your lap, feeling your face heat up as you tried not to cry. How much would buying a new moped cost you? How on earth were you supposed to find that kind of money now that you’ve been fired?
Namjoon and Taehyung both sat next to you, looking forlorn, knowing that you were likely about to cry, when their third friend walked up to them, finally off the phone.
“Y/N, let me explain what’s going on.” He took off his face mask. “My name is Kang Minhyuk. I’m a manager for Big Hit Entertainment. That car you crashed into was company property. I’ve spoken with the CEO of the company, and since you are uninjured from the accident, he saw it appropriate that you pay for the repairs for the car.”
“Bang PD said that?” Taehyung said. “That doesn’t sound like him…”
The manager spoke up again. “I tried telling him you’d lose your job after this, but still he insisted. I did my best, Y/N.”
The bad news was only a drop in the bucket of your terrible day. However, the moment that man had said “Big Hit Entertainment” something stirred in your memory.
“Big Hit Entertainment… Namjoon…” you murmured under your breath, “Taehyung…? Not those boys from BTS?
The two boys looked up at each other and nodded, and they both took off their face masks. Once you got a look at their handsome faces you recognized them immediately, not only from seeing them on TV, but also from countless advertisements and magazine spreads.
Not only had you crashed your moped into a parked car, but that car had belonged to the entertainment company behind one of the most influential Korean artists in the world.
“I… I’m so sorry.” You said, the tears finally spilling over. “I just needed to be on time… I needed that job. How am I supposed to pay everyone back when I don’t have a job to begin with?”
The boys all looked at each other as you sobbed, now muttering to yourself. “If I go beg for my job back and cut down to two small meals a day, and maybe if I sell my laptop and my camera… I can use a bike to get around instead of taking the subway… I wonder if my landlady will let me pay my rent a little late without kicking me out.”
Taehyung looked up at his fellow band member and manager. “Isn’t there something we can do? This is hard to watch…”
The manager shook his head and was about to speak before Namjoon spoke up. “Come work for us.”
You looked up at him, eyes still teary but surprised. “What?”
“Come work for us. The band could use another manager. I can’t guarantee the pay will be great, but at least it’s something.”
Now Taehyung and the manager’s eyes were wide with surprise too.
“That way you can pay off your debt to Big Hit while saving up to pay back your old boss.”
Minhyuk spoke up. “Namjoon-ah I’m not sure we need another manager. Besides she probably doesn’t have the experience.”
Namjoon looked at you again as you dried your eyes. “Then she can be the band’s assistant. Or my assistant. I just want to hire her. I feel awful about all this.”
Minhyuk let out a sigh, but when Namjoon shot him a look, he shrugged and pulled out his phone. “I’ll call the company again.”
Namjoon took your hand again. “You’d be okay with that, right? You don’t have to accept.”
In one moment you had been a pizza delivery girl desperate enough to keep her job to foolishly speed on a rainy day and crash her moped. Now you were without a job, but one of the biggest names in the Korean music industry wanted to hire you– likely out of pity– but nevertheless, it was a job. Any other day your pride would get in the way. You couldn’t just take a job that was handed to you, especially by someone to whom you owed money. But with everything that had happened all within the span of a couple of hours, your pride was out the window.
“I’ll do it.” You said.
Namjoon smiled as Minhyuk walked back over to you, his phone back in his pocket, handing you a business card with Big Hit Entertainment’s address on it. “You start tomorrow.”

Heathers: The Musical → Starters (pt 2)

❛ Fine, we’re damaged, but that does not make us wise ❜
❛ Sneak a beer and watch tv, we’ll bake brownies or go bowling. Don’t you want a life with me? ❜
❛ Don’t stop looking in my eyes  ❜
❛ The revolution came and went, tried to change the world, barely made a dent. ❜
❛ If I say the wrong thing or I wear the wrong outfit they’ll throw me right over the side ❜
❛ Your ass is off the team. Go on and bitch and moan. ❜
❛ Now we’re all grown up and we know better ❜
❛ So I’ll build a dream that I can live in and this time I’m never waking up ❜
❛ You don’t know what my world looks like! ❜
❛ Knock! Knock! Sorry to come through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know! ❜
❛ Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside! ❜
❛ We were meant to be one! ❜
❛ Your society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks. ❜
❛ Bring marshmallows, we’ll make s’mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars! ❜
❛ I’m gonna count to three! One! Two! Fuck it ❜
❛ No one here deserves to die except for me and the monster I created. ❜
❛ Got no time to talk I’m a dead girl walking! ❜
❛ There’s a school that self-destructed not because society didn’t care, but because that school was society. ❜
❛ The only place Heathers and Marthas can truly get along is in Heaven! ❜
❛ I wish we met before they convinced you life is war! ❜
❛ I am damaged, far too damaged, but you’re not beyond repair.  ❜
❛ Hope you’ll miss me. Wish you’d kiss me. Then you’d know I worship you. ❜
❛ You look like hell. ❜
❛ I just got back. ❜
❛ I’d be honored, if you’d let me be your friend ❜
❛ If no one loves me now, some day somebody will ❜

anonymous asked:

If you have time can you do #378 using jamilton???

here you go :D (in this one, Alexander has asthma… just saying)

Word Count: 475

Warnings: swearing

Thomas and Alex held hands as they approached the counter. The girl behind it gave them a warm smile.

“Hi there!” Thomas grinned at her. She blushed. “Can we have a large chocolate sundae with two spoons please?”

“Of course!” she smiled. “Would you like sprinkles on that?”

“What kind of monster wouldn’t?” Thomas laughed and she giggled, turning pink again.

“That’ll be $5.49, please,” she smiled, holding her hand out.

Thomas passed her the exact change. She served it up in no time and Thomas gave her a wink as he took it. Alex had remained uncharacteristically quiet throughout the whole exchange.

When they took a seat, Thomas noticed his boyfriend’s stony expression. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Are you seriously asking that?”

Thomas was dumbfounded. “What are you talking about?”

“You were flirting with that girl!” Alex cried.

“That wasn’t flirting…”

“You winked at her Thomas, come on. She was blushing like crazy.”

“She saw us holding hands!” Thomas interjected, but Alex took no notice.

“Not flirting? Jesus, Thomas! What is your definition of flirting, then?”

Thomas noticed people in the ice cream shop starting to look their way. “I don’t know, Alex… can’t we just have a nice date?”

“I guess I should have seen this coming. You’d fuck anything that moves,” Alex said angrily, and Thomas stood up in a huff, turning toward the door.

“You’re not just walking away?!” Alex cried.

Thomas turned back. “You say the nastiest things when you’re angry, so yes, I’m walking away from you now.

The bell hanging from the ceiling dinged loudly as Thomas slammed the door behind him. Alex sighed, putting his face in his hands. He was well aware of the fact that everyone in the ice cream parlour was staring at him. He groaned into his hands and stood up, abandoning their untouched sundae to chase after Thomas.

He had to run to catch up to the taller man. When he finally caught Thomas’ arm, Alex was completely out of breath.

“Thomas –” he wheezed. “I’m sorry…” he started gasping and clutching at his chest. Fuck. He was having an asthma attack.

Immediately, Thomas wrapped an arm around his boyfriend, leading him to a nearby bench. “Where’s your puffer?” he asked, his anger forgotten.

Alexander patted his coat pocket, trying not to panic as he struggled to breathe. Thomas pulled it out and helped Alexander to use it, all the while rubbing his back.

As Alexander’s breathing returned to normal, Thomas wrapped him in a hug.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, kissing him.

“I’m fine,” Alex said, trying to sound nonchalant. “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry I flirted with that girl,” Thomas said, pulling Alex into his side. The shorter man nestled his head onto his boyfriend’s broad shoulder.

“Sorry I yelled at you,” Alex mumbled, snuggling in closer. Thomas kissed his hair.

“I love you,” Thomas said.

“Love you too,” Alex replied. “Now can we go eat our fucking ice cream?”

#5 - Morgan Rielly - #44

Requested by anon: Ho can you do a really cute Morgan rielly one maybe like babysitting kids with him or something

* I actually think this is super cute. It’s a little longer (I’m still working on the whole writing longer thing) but I really like this one. *

Word count: 428

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

“Auntie! Auntie!” the small girl tugged on your arm. You bent down to be eye level with her.

“What’s wrong hun?” she peeked behind you and took off in the opposite direction.

“It’s the tickle monster!” Morgan had the other kid in his arms and he was jogging into the room.

Morgan set the boy down and plopped down onto the couch. You grabbed the remote before sitting next to your boyfriend. Both of the kids sat on the floor and began to play with their various toys. You turned on the tv and changed it to something kid related before getting more comfortable.

“Auntie can you play dollies with me?” She turned around and held one of her dolls out to you.

“Sure sweetie,” you sat next to her on the floor. You two played for a little while before your nephew started to complain about being hungry.

“Don’t worry kids Uncle Morgan is going to make pizza,” he said getting up from his position on the couch.

“Make?” you questioned him.

“Well I am going to make the phone call to have it delivered,” Morgan laughed grabbing his phone and walking into the kitchen and the little boy followed him.

You looked at your niece who by now had dropped her doll and had gotten half way. She joined the boys in the kitchen. You got up from the floor and heard giggling coming from the kitchen. You stood at the door frame and saw Morgan messing with the kids. Your niece motioned for Morgan to bend down so she could whisper in his ear. She said something you of course could not hear. Morgan’s face got super red as he returned upright. He stumbled a bit on his words looking horribly flustered by what she said before finally spitting out.

“No we are not married yet, I haven’t asked her”

“When are you going to ask her?” she questioned. You were kind of glad she asked you wanted to know the answer more than she did.

“Soon, very very soon,” he smiled at her hoping she would take the answer. She held her pinky out to him.


“I promise,” he wrapped his pinky around hers. She smiled at him before running past you her brother following.

“How long were you standing there?” he asked you making his way over to where you stood.

“Long enough,” you smiled and kissed him. There was a collective ‘ew’ from the two kids. You and Morgan laughed and kissed again before making your way over to the couch.