does this look inappropriate to anyone else or is it just me

An Inconvenient Circumstance

Word count: 4890
Genre: Smut
Warnings: Rough sex, slight domination, slight choking/breath play.
Summary: When you’re stuck in an elevator that’s stopped working, what else is there to do to pass the time?

You stood awkwardly in the elevator, stealing glances at the man beside you, his intimidating features making you look back almost every seconds. How long does it take to get to the ground floor??? You looked upwards, still on one of the highest floors, so you would have to stand here awkwardly a while longer.

The men beside you looked very handsome, intimidatingly handsome and it appealed to you so much and you didn’t understand quite why. He had snakebite piercings, and another piercing at his eyebrow, his hair was slicked backwards and black, his shoulders broad, he wore a tight black tank top with a leather jacket and jeans. His expression sported a resting bitch face, but a fucking hot one. You were completely opposite to him, you wore a blazer with a fancy top with skinny black jeans and black heels as you were leaving from a late interview you just had, you gave a slight wave to your hair, making sure you looked formal enough to please your interviewer.  

You would have been shocked if he couldn’t tell how much you were staring at him. You kept to one side of the elevator, while he kept to his. Not looking each other in the eye to avoid anymore tension in the elevator, there was already so much that you could cut it with a butter knife. You watched the floors slowly change. Was the elevator going in slow motion or something? You sighed as you checked the time on your watch and then suddenly you flung from the wall as the elevator came to a sudden stop, the elevator flung you to the floor and you gasped, but two arms caught you right before impact, the man lifted you back up and allowed you to regain your balance before removing his arms from your body.

“Thank you” you said to him, locking eyes with him for the first time and seeing how beautifully brown they were, you couldn’t help but stare down when his intense gazed locked on you for too long.

“You’re welcome” he said to you, staring up at the elevator, which was no longer moving. Once he realised it wasn’t about to keep going he started to get impatient.

“What the fuck” he said, as the lights flickered every now and then. The elevator was officially stuck, just fucking great. He attempted to press the emergency button but it gave him an electric shock back and he cursed in response.

“I guess it’s not working…” you sighed.

“No shit” You stared at him as his anger started to boil and the elevator started to get hotter every second.

“HEY!” he shouted out repeatedly.

“No one is going to hear you”

He ignored you, his anger rising as he started to bang on the elevator doors, punching them with enough strength that you actually saw a small dent left in the door.

“Hey! Can you calm down!” he ignored you again, ready to punch the door again so you quickly grabbed him arm, pulling him back.

“No! Who knows how fucking long we are going to be stuck in here”

“Yeah it sucks! but leaving dents in the door isn’t going to help either of us so stop!” He focused his glare on you, his angry gaze once again melting you and you had to stare away.

“Whatever” he said in defeat.

You both stood there in silence and frustration as ages past and it felt like forever each second you were stuck in there.

“There’s barely anyone in the building its night time do they even know we are here???” You broke the silence finally, expressing your worries.

He ignored you once again, his ignorance starting to frustrate you and you scoffed.

“We are both stuck here the least you could do is fucking talk” This caught his attention.

“What do you want me to say!?” he asked back, his tone filled with annoyance.

“Anything!” you waved your hands around in frustration, just signalling for him to do anything,
“Whats your name!” you asked him, trying to initiate any conversation, hoping he would take part.


“He speaks! I’m y/n”

“We’ll I might have said its nice to meet you but under the circumstances, it’s not.” His blunt honesty kind of made you laugh.

“That’s fair enough, ditto” He smirked back at you, the mostly friendly thing he has done this whole time.

You two finally started to make some small talk and he opened up, he asked about your interview and you asked him questions too, the time passing a bit quicker, but the elevator was heating up which was making the situation more unbearable.
You stared at the time on your watch and you were shocked.

“We have been in here for almost 2 hours! It’s almost midnight!” He just looked at you and shook his head, he didn’t bother trying to reassure you about getting out or anything like that because he knew it was useless, you two could be in there all night.

You started to fan your face and you noticed tiny sweat beads on his face across you, glistening on his forehead.

“Fuck its getting to hot, how you’re still wearing that leather jacket is beyond me” you said, you took of your blazer, you tight formal top showing underneath, and he stared at you as you took it off, your chest glistening with tiny dots of sweat and he couldn’t help but stare as you chest moved up and down from the rising heat. Watching you just made him sweat and get even more hotter so in response he decided to take off his jacket too. You watched him as he did so, his muscles flexing, and his arms toned and gorgeous as you stared at them, silently thanking for his choice in a black singlet. But you shook your head and discarded any inappropriate thoughts away.

The heat was getting to you both, your cheeks flushing, both of you breathing heavier, trying to keep up small talk but you were both just concentrated on fanning yourself. Sweat was glistening down the both of you and you both leaned on the walls off the elevator.

“Fuck I can’t do this anymore” He said, leaning his head up and you watched his neck as he swallowed, his adams apple moving up and down as he did so, his movements flustering you. He put his face back down and stared at you, catching you stare at him and you quickly turned away but he shot a smirk at you, such a cocky smirk that it sent a tingle down your back. You kept your place against the wall but he pushed himself off it it, moving towards you, his hands in his pockets. You looked up at his eyes, his pupils dilated so suddenly.

“What are you doing?” you asked him as he moved dangerously close to you.

“I can think of something to pass the time” he said, his deadly smirk making your face flush bright pink.

“Don’t be silly” you attempted to move away from him but his arms leaned on the wall, encasing your body and trapping you in the corner of the elevator.

“I see the way you have been staring at me, it’s not exactly subtle” you shied at his words, trying to stare at anything but his face. His hand came down to your chin, pulling your face upwards to look at him.

“We are going to be in here a while” was the last thing he said to you, you gulped as his lips came closer and closer to yours, but you weren’t moving away, you wanted this, you didn’t know what it was about him that made you want this so much but the urge was impossible to resist, so when his lips finally reached yours, you let him kiss you. You kissed him back immediately, his lips molding into your own and you felt his shit eating grin in the kiss.

“Knew you couldn’t resist”

“Just shut up” you said, bringing his face back down to yours. You both melted into each others lips. His tongue pushed into your mouth, and he dominated over you, licking around and nibbling on your bottom lip whenever he had to pull away to breathe. The hotness of the elevator made you two breathe even heavier, your chests rising up and down very fast as sweat trickled down your foreheads. His hands grabbed at your sides, pushing you back roughly against the elevator wall as his deep kisses became rougher, your hands grabbed at his hair and tugged roughly as your tongues battled together. You moaned into the kiss, the roughness overwhelming you and arousing you all at the same time and he was definitely living up to his intimidating appearance as he pressed you against the wall with his hips. You were trapped in him and you loved it. His hands dug into your hips, grabbing roughly at the hem off you shirt and pulling it above your head and throwing it behind him. You continued kissing and you grabbed at his shirt, discarding it from his body. You ogled at him for the shortest moment, taking in his broad shoulders and toned chest while he unclipped your bra, pulling it off your chest.

His lips moved to your neck, biting harshly and roughly while his hands grabbed onto your breasts, rubbing them roughly at the same time.

“Fuck Jaebum” you moaned as his teeth dug into your skin and your nipples hardened against his touch.  He bit down harder in response to hearing his name, groaning against your skin and you gasped as he left numerous marks and deep bruises all over your neck, the feeling so painfully pleasurable and you couldn’t describe it. The rising heat of the elevator just amplified the feeling of the situation and you could feel your arousal in your panties getting wetter and wetter by each second as his hands explored your body, squeezing on your hips, your breasts and tugging you into whatever place he wanted you to be and you let him have complete control over your body. Your hands grabbed at his hair tightly as his lips moved to your breasts, sucking on your breasts and leaving wet spots as he spread out his rough kisses, your breath hitched in your throat as he bit down onto your breasts, turning them into a perfect shade of purple and blue as he left bruises and marks on you.

You moaned and moaned as he returned the pleasure to the other breast while licking and rubbing at the same time. Your breasts perked for him and boosted his ego as he hardened his treatment, rubbing both of your breasts roughly in his hands while licking in between.

“Fuck they’re so perfect” he said to you and you moaned at his words, his face came back to yours as he started kissing you again. He grabbed both of your hands with just one of his, pinning them above your head and against the wall as he nibbled on your bottom lip. His other hand came up to your neck, squeezing very lightly lifting your head up to face him. His lips crashed onto yours as the grip on your neck didn’t loosen, making it harder for you to breath but the feeling excited you and you wanted more. Your tongue explored his mouth as his did the same and you both groaned into the kiss, his grip on your neck getting the littlest bit tighter, your hands struggled in his, wanted to touch him and run them through his hair but he didn’t let you, keeping your hands above you.

His hands finally let go of your neck and your own hands, moving down your body on to the floor, looking up at you as he took your shoes off, sliding them behind him, he moved back up, towering in front of you and staring straight into your eyes as his hands slid down the zipper of your jeans but not sliding them down your legs just yet. One of his hands gripped your hips, making sure you were pushed into the wall while the other slowly slid into your pants, your head rolled back as he rubbed you tormentingly over your panties, allowing you to acknowledge just how wet you have become and you sighed at the feeling.

“Already so wet for me” His hand on your waist grabbed your chin, lowering your face down to look at him and you kept your eyes on each other as he rubbed you slowly and deeply over and over again.

“Keep looking at me y/n, don’t look away, I want to see your face as I pleasure you…” you did as he told, keeping your gazes on each other and trying your best not to look away when his thumb ran rougher over you. You chest breathed heavy, your breasts bumping into his own toned chest every time you breathed. He moved his hand into your panties, rubbing his thumb slowly but deeply over your clit and you hissed at the feeling, cursing under your breath as you continued to stare at him, yours and his eyes dilated with lust, the mirrors in the elevator officially steaming up.

As his thumb rounded your clit his fingers rubbed you up and down, coating your wetness all over you before sliding two fingers inside of you.

“FucK!” you almost tore you gaze away as he started pumping inside of you, sticking with a slow pace that roamed around inside you, feeling your walls from side to side as his fingers moved round and round inside you and all you wanted to do was roll your head back, but instead, you settled with gripping his shoulders for dear life.

“Good girl, keep it up” he said to you as you continued to follow his instruction. As he pushed his fingers in as deep as possible he continued to roam your insides, fingers slightly curling inside you which made you writhe in response to him, barely being able to stand still from all the pleasure. You could feel his ring as he pushed his fingers in and out of you and it just amplified your pleasure by a million. More and more curses started to leave your mouth until Jaebum came to a halt, removing his hand from your clit and you inside, bringing his fingers up to your lips and you took them in your mouth straight away, sucking and licking his fingers as you tasted yourself on him, keeping your eyes on him as you did so, the look you’re giving him making him groan and the bulge in his pants starting to grow.

You released his fingers from your mouth with a lewd pop and licked around your lips. You both stared at each other deeply as he started dragging your pants and panties down you legs, as they reach the floor you kicked out of them and he pushed them behind him. You reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zip and dragging his jeans and boxers down to the floor, discarding them also. His erection sprang free and you only tore your eyes away for a second to glance at the impressive length before concentrating your look back onto him. As you were about to get down onto your knees he stopped you.

“Not yet baby” he said as he kept you trapped against the elevator wall. The small space in the elevator was heated up and the mirror was officially steamed out, sweat was running down both of your skin and you couldn’t help but admire the way it made him glisten. Jaebum dropped onto his knees, looking up at you as his hand returned to your core, pushing three fingers now inside you and you almost screamed as he immediately settled for full speed, the coarse feeling of his ring making your walls clench around his fingers. As his fingers continued their sins his face moved to your clit, and his tongue started to lick you, at a complete opposite speed from his fingers. His tongue slowly lapped at your clit, little kitten licks that were driving you absolutely insane and you wanted more but you couldn’t say the words. You kept your stare at him, trying your very best not to look away, but it was getting harder each second.

“OhHH ~ Fu-ck!” his licks on your clit started to get deeper and you felt your legs starting to tremble and shake, I guess Jaebum felt it too, so he used his spare hand to hold you up. His fingers curled inside you and he started to nibble and suck on your clit and you couldn’t stare at him any longer, your head rolled back in pleasure hitting the elevator wall and you moaned and groaned and cursed, lewd noises spilling from your mouth and if no one knew you two were stuck here, they probably know now…

Your hands tugged at his hair roughly, pushing his face further into you. You rolled your hips back and forth for more friction but he stopped you immediately, firmly placing his arm across you to keep you still on the wall when all you wanted to do was move. He nibbled and sucked at your clit roughly while his fingers continued their ministrations, curling and pumping in and out of you. His licks became long and his sucks rougher and the sounds coming from his tongue and his finger fucking filled up the elevator. He licked up and down your clit and you screamed in pleasure, the pleasure knot in your stomach starting to tighten and you couldn’t hold your orgasm much longer.

“Im– so close- Fuck!” Jaebum quickened his speed, his muscles tensing and going into overdrive as he pushed you towards your orgasm, but he decided to change it up, removing his fingers from you and replacing them with his tongue as his thumb now roughly traced deep circles around your clit and you mewled in delight, his tongue licking around your entrance before sliding inside you, licking around your walls, pushing in and out of you and licking up and down, the feelings making you see stars, your breath started to get hitched and you were almost choking from barely being able to take a deep breath.  With a few more clean licks and rubs and tugs at your clit, your orgasm hit you like no other and you screamed his name over and over as your back arched off the wall, your body shaking as you orgasm ripped through your, your eyes clenched shut and your mouth wide open, not able to release a noise. Jaebum continued his actions as you rode out you high, and when you finally started to relax against him he removed his tongue and his fingers from you, licking his lips and his fingers as he lifted himself off the floor. You opened your eyes and he was staring down at you, a smirk planted across his face at your messy state.

As your breath started to become even again he placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Ready for round 2 princess?” You didn’t have the strength to reply so you nodded weakly at him. Ready for a fuck you knew you were going to remember.

He placed his hands underneath your thighs before lifting you up, you cradled you legs around him as your arms held tightly around his neck, he left soft kisses to your breasts before aligning himself with your entrance and sliding into you, the feeling causing an immediate response to you as your head tilted back in a deep groan.

“Fuck you’re so tight and wet-” he groaned as he entered you to the brim, giving you only seconds to adjust to his length as he started slowly pulling all the way back out. You cursed under you breath as he slowly pulled in and out of you, setting a tormentingly slow pace and you just wanted more from him. Your hands tightly gripped the nape of his neck.
Jaebum continued his torments, pulling out all the way to the tip and then slamming back into you hard, filling you to the brim and deep throaty groans fell from your plump lips.

As he continued his slow but hard pace it was starting to get to much for you and you needed him to go faster, but the pleasure he was giving you was stopping you from formulating any kind of english word.

“please–UGH” was all you could muster out. Somehow he knew what you meant and started to increase his speed, slamming his dick in and out of you, the faster pace making your back scrape against the elevator wall. His hands grabbed your hips, lifting them up and down rapidly to match the movement of his thrusts and you knew you would have bruises on your hips tomorrow from his tight grip. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder blades and you almost drew blood from digging so much.

“FUCK! Jaebum!” you writhed against him, his thrusts so powerful. He thrust harder and deeper and started to hit your g-spot every time and your body shook and trembled from his merciless thrusts.

“Keep moaning my name baby-” Jaebum’s face in front of you was scrunched up in concentration and pleasure from his thrusts, sweat running down his forward, his teeth clenched and his eyebrows furrowed together. You knew your face was just as sweaty as your hair stuck to your forehead. As his thrusts started to become more powerful by the second he sunk his head into the crook of your neck, biting down as he thrusted up into you, you could feel the pressure of his teeth in your neck and it just amplified your pleasure as you groaned his name again, over and over. With each passing thrust he hit you in all the right spots and your walls clenched around him making him curse under his breath.

You could feel scratches forming on your back from being shoved into the elevator wall with each of his thrusts but feeling was nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving you and you couldn’t care less. He removed his hands from your hip, placing them on your ass and lifting you higher to try and reach deeper in you, and he did, making you cry in pleasure, tears starting to form in your eyes as the knot in your stomach started to reappear, he squeezed and messaged your cheeks in his hands and his lips went back to your breasts, kissing and tugging on your nipples roughly.

“Fuck I’m so close!” you mewled in delight, your walls continued to clench around him and he increased his speed to get you closer to your high.

You removed one of your hands from his neck, your hand was in between the two of you, moving down to your core and you rubbed fast circles around your clit, moans and curses spilled from your mouth as you received pleasure from yourself and Jaebum.
“Fuck that’s so hot y/n” he said, seeing you pleasure yourself and seeing you face so concentrated on reaching your high turned him on so fucking much he almost reached his own then and there. You started to see stars and you orgasm was inches away, so you roughened your hands to match the rhythm of Jaebum’s powerful thrusts. Seconds later you felt your orgasm wash over your body and you screamed as your back arched off the wall, your other hand slamming onto the mirror of the elevator, leaving a nice big hand print in the steam. He continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high, leaving more marks on your breasts as his hands dug into your ass, squeezing tightly. All your muscles tensed as the pleasure came through your body, your whole body shaking, your chest heaved up and down rapidly and you soon started to relax from your high, removing your hand from your core and relaxing your back onto the wall. You took heavy breaths as you tried to re-catch your breath. When you finally relaxed, Jaebum dropped your feet back to the floor and you almost lost balance as your legs felt like jelly.

He removed himself from inside you, and you grabbed him, pushing him and shoving him into the wall as you dropped to your knees, immediately taking his length into your mouth, sucking around his tip as your hand rubbed and pumped the rest of his length.

“Fuck!” he groaned as his head tilted back to lean on the wall, his hands grabbing your hair, keeping a tight grip on it.

Your tongue lapped around his length, flat tonguing him from bottom to top, and releasing his dick with a lewd popping noise every time. You hollowed your cheeks around him when you sucked deeply. As you brought your mouth back up to hip tip, you licked around his tip. You could feel his dick pulsating and his hands started gripping your hair more tightly.

He started to thrust in and out of your mouth, the feeling of his going at the back of your throat making you gag on his dick, the vibrations from your mouth sending waves of pleasure through him. You rested your hands on his thighs for support, feeling them tense every time he fucked your mouth. You tried your best to keep up with his rhythm, licking around him best you could whenever he thrusted back into your mouth, but he chased his high and took control, he bragged all your hair into his hands, bobbing your head back and forth to match his thrusts.

He moaned repeatedly and numerous swears fell from his lips each second as he came closer to his high. You could feel his cock throbbing inside your lips and knew he was close.

The lewd sound of sex filled the elevator and you eyes teared from the intensity of him filling up your mouth. Your groans and gagging getting him close to his orgasm so you continued to moan against his dick, the vibrations running through his body, his face was scrunched up in pleasure and his head rolled back as he moaned your name.

“Fuck y/n!” he groaned as his orgasm crashed through him, his warm seed filling your mouth, spilling from your lips as he continued to thrust, riding out his high. His heavy breaths filled the room and his chest was going up and down at a fast rate as he was trying to catch his breath, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his body started to relax. He let go of your hair and removed his dick from your mouth, he opened his eyes and looked at you as you swallowed his seed, licking around your mouth to taste him around your lips. When he finally relaxed he bent down and grabbed your arms, pulling you back up with him to lift your off the floor, he gave you a small kiss on the forehead as he moved aside to gather his clothes and re dress himself. Once he did he started to gather yours one at a time, your panties first. He smiled up at you and you returned the gesture as he slowly slid the panties back up your legs, he did the same with your jeans.

He grabbed your bra, letting you do that once yourself before placing your top back over your arms for it to rest on your body.

“Thank you” you said smiling up at him.

“You’re welcome” he replied as he pushed aside the hair on your face, tucking it behind your ear. You looked at the elevator mirror, no bodies could be seen through any of the steam besides where you had left your messy had prints.

A few short minutes past and then suddenly the elevator doors opened up and three men were outside the elevator.

“Are you guys okay!?” they asked with concern.

“About fucking time, do you know how hot it is in here??? How long we have been in here!?” Jaebum answered, his frustration evident.

As the youngest man looked around the elevator, his eyes settling on the messy prints on the mirror.

“I guess you guys found a way to pass the time at least” you stared away, not wanting to look the man in the eye to confirm his accusation.

Jaebum grabbed your hand, rushing you to walk out of the elevator.

“Thank you for finally getting us out” you said as you both walked past. Ready for you and Jaebum to go you separate ways, but he walked you to your car, making sure you were safe before making your way home.

You entered your car and opened the window to say bye to him. You didn’t expect such a gentlemen like behaviour from him as he grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. As he was starting to turn away you rushed to speak.

“Wait!–” he cut you off before you could speak further.

“Don’t worry y/n, we will see each other again”. He smirked back up at you, before disappearing into the early morning, and as you made your way home, all you could think about is the next time you would see him, and you hoped it would be soon.


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A Mostly Decent Proposal, Cat/Kara, Rating: PG

Kara tries everything. She drops Cat’s name. Lena’s name. Supergirl’s name. The snotty publicist turns her down each time with increasing relish. 

“The tastings are for engaged couples only, Miss Danvers.”

And it’s not like she doesn’t try Alex. It’s maybe a little insensitive to ask given that Maggie hasn’t exactly given an answer to the spur-of-the-moment proposal yet, but dammit Kara is feeling sorry for herself. Now the best cake on the entire West Coast is being kept from her by the sad fact of being single.

Not that she would have married Mon-El. Honestly it had been effort enough to teach him to chew with his mouth closed. But it had been less lonely, less Kara left behind, less table for one and going to bed early and alone. 

She posts to Facebook in desperation, hoping Winn or James will volunteer to play her fake fiancé and grab one of the exclusive tasting appointments. There’s only four left today, and Kara wants one with a need that’s bordering on obsession. 

Before anyone can reply and save the day, a text from Cat arrives. 

Assistant AWOL. Have my car out front in 5. Meet me there.

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Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 2

Characters: Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey, Liam Dunbar, Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, PackMom!Reader.

Part 1

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Everyone had arrived but Derek, at this point you’d assumed he just wasn’t coming but you pushed that thought to the back of your head. You had the pack to think of.

“It’s not fair, you’re taking care of him 24/7!” Jackson whined at you.

You sit the knife on the cutting board and cross your arms. “Oh yeah? Tell that to the gunshot victim lying on my couch. He needs constant care, Jackson.” You lower your voice and walk towards him. “He’s not the same as us, kiddo. You need to remember that.” Jackson was complaining about Stiles getting all of your attention and it had struck a nerve. “If you want attention, do something nice. I don’t give you attention because you’re so hostile to everyone. You can’t just be nice to me and think that it’s okay.” You smile as you place a hand on his shoulder. “Try being nice, Jackson..okay?”

Jackson lets out a deep breath. “Yeah, okay.”

He leaves the room and you go back to cooking when you noticed Derek. “Hey.” He smiles.

“Hey, when did you get here?” You smile back.

“Long enough to hear you talking to Jackson. You’re great at this, by the way.”

You shrug, “It’s natural, I guess.”

“Can I talk to you about something?” He walks toward you.

“Yeah, should we go upstairs?” You look up at him. He nods and you lead him upstairs to your bedroom.

“So..Liam imprinted on me this morning. Normally, I would’ve been ecstatic that I’m on my way to becoming a pack father..but I know you’ve already filled the parental spot.”

“That’s impossible.” You cross your arms. “He came over before everyone else and we had a talk. I felt the connection from his imprint on me.”

“You don’t think…?” Derek starts.

“I’ve only heard of it happening once or twice.” You look up at him.

“It’s possible. I’m almost certain Isaac has imprinted too.” Derek watches you carefully.

It’s incredibly rare but sometimes members of the pack can imprint on two people. It usually happens with a husband and wife and not two people who just met, but it happens. When members imprint on two people, the people are drawn towards each other, it’s almost like raising kids together.

“Should we go get Liam and Isaac?” He asks. You nod before sticking your head out the door, you call for them and you hear them bounding up the stairs.

“What’s up?” Isaac asks as he walks in and sits on your bed.

“Did you imprint on Derek?” You ask bluntly.

The both of them look at each other. “It’s not on purpose.” Liam says quietly. He looks sad, like he’s hurt your feelings.

“Hey.” You walk over to him and he looks up at you. “It’s okay. We still have our connection. My feelings aren’t hurt, it’s fine.” You nod reassuringly. Liam wraps his arms around you tightly and you smile. You ruffle his hair and hug him back. “You’re my pup, Dunbar.”

He laughs. “It’s not weird though, right? I mean, I didn’t imprint on you with any intentions.” He says to Derek.

Derek shakes his head and comes to your side. “I get it.” He smiles. Liam exits the room and you can feel his happiness radiating.

“If I’m being honest here, you guys are a hot couple. I mean, we just helped you out.” Isaac smirks, his head propped up on your pillows.

“Isaac up. Now. Don’t act smug about it because you’re embarrassed that you had a connection with a guy.” You walk over and pull him up by his ear.

“Ow ow ow..okay.” He pulls away and rubs his ear. “Sorry. I’m not embarrassed I just don’t want Derek to feel weird about it. You know…because I’m a dude.”

“Oh come on, Isaac. Don’t play the no homo card. That’ll get you kicked out real quickly.” You warn.

“I don’t think it’s weird.” Derek approaches him. “I appreciate that you felt you could come to me. You know I’m always here.” He pats Isaac’s shoulder. You saw how he talked to Isaac and you felt bad. They should’ve imprinted on him in the first place, not you. He’s an amazing father figure.

“Thanks. It’s just nice to have someone to talk to.”

“Isaac are you still staying with Scott?” You look up at the tall boy.

“Yeah, why?” He looks at you.

“Move in with me. I know the whole parent thing is touchy, so just let me handle it okay? You’ll have someone for parent teacher conferences, to sign permission slips…we’ll work something out, yeah?” You smile and take his hand. He looks like he might cry.

“Y/N, I’d love that. You’re a better mother to me than my biological mom.” You hug tightly.

“If it’s not too forward…I could help take care of him.” Derek looks at you. “I could move in, we could get legal custody…” You and Isaac pull away.

“A two-for-one deal?”

You laugh. “Yeah, Isaac. A two-for-one deal. It looks like you just got a new set of parents.”

“I’m going to go talk to Scott.” He smiles and leaves the room.

“I hope you don’t think that was inappropriate…me offering myself up to live with you.” Derek says.

“No, I mean..if we’re going to be pack parents it’s probably better that we are together anyway..” You smile. “Legally adopting Isaac too? That would be amazing.”

“Hey, sorry to change the topic..but I didn’t kiss you last night and I was just really caught up in you..and I hope you didn’t think that was weird because I did want to kiss you.” Derek rambles.

From what Scott has said about him you always thought he’d be kind of grumpy, not insanely adorable and soft. “No, it’s fine.” You smile.

“So, it would be okay if I did this?” He presses his lips to yours, pulling you close to him.

You kiss him back, mumbling against him, “More than okay.”

You kiss gently, nothing was escalating quickly. You hear footsteps and you pull away from him, smiling when you see Lydia enter the room.

“Stiles is being aggressive.” She pouts.

“What else is new?” Derek mutters.

“No, like he said he just wants you. He’s not letting anyone else get near him.”

You glance over your shoulder at Derek before going downstairs to Stiles. “Everybody out. Go out back or upstairs, I don’t care just out of this room.” You watch as everyone scatters. You squat in front of Stiles. “What’s going on?” You press a hand to his forehead, he still has a fever.

“I don’t know..” His voice sounds raspy. “I feel weird. I’m hot and extremely angry.”

You smile, Derek coming into the room with water. He hands it to Stiles. The younger boy sits up, drinking the whole bottle in no time.

You and Derek exchange glances. “Stiles lay back down.” He does as you say and you lift his shirt up where the bullet hole was, only to your surprise, it was gone. No hole, just the thread you’d used to sew stitches.

“Derek can you grab me the scissors?” You ask and he nods, going to retrieve them.

“Stiles, have you been feeling better?” You watch him closely as he nods. Derek returns with the scissors and you cut the stitches out and examine the area. Absolutely no sign of a gunshot wound.

“Is it possible you got bit?” You ask him quietly.

“I mean..I guess it’s always possible. Look who I surround myself with.” He responds.

“The bullet could’ve been laced in something.” Derek pipes up.

“That’s true. You were shot by another pack…”

“Wait, does that mean I’m a werewolf?” Stiles sits up immediately.

“It could..” Derek says and you stand up, sighing as you run a hand through your hair.

“Scott!” You yell, knowing that wherever he’s gone he can still here you. He runs into the house quickly. “What’s up?”

“I think Stiles is turning.” You turn and look at him, sensing Stiles’ panic.

anonymous asked:

I saw this on another account but how do you think Shawn would react if his gf was mad that Katy touched his butt, cause I would! (You could write the scenario;))


It’s Not Jealousy 

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“Just grab it babe, grab my butt” Shawn laughed, shaking his booty at your face.

“Stop Shawn” you said annoyed, pushing him away from you.

“Come on y/n, just give it a rough squeeze. Your hands on my booty is better than Katy’s. Don’t be jealous” he joked, still waving his butt at your face.

“Seriously Shawn, back off” you said, rolling your eyes frustrated at him.

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She Tastes like Candlelight 



It starts with, of all things, a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt.

Logically, he knows it doesn’t make sense. She comes to work in form-fitted jackets that go tight about her waist. She’s been foregoing the baggy slacks in favor of skirts that stop just below the knees, with nylons clinging to the defined musculature of her calves; he’s pretty sure he can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen her wear shoes other than heels, excluding the clinical, white shoes she wears with her scrubs during autopsies.

He’s seen the looks she gets. Sometimes, it’s during an interview, when a witness’s gaze will linger just a little too long on her bustline, and her hand will go up and fiddle with her necklace, her arm blocking her chest in subtle defiance. Other times, it’s men on the streets of the city, shouting out obscenities to her, having the audacity to call her “baby,” and “sweetheart,” and he fights the urge to yell right back, brandishing his badge and his gun, wanting to scare the misogyny right out of the bones of anyone who thinks they’re entitled to her body, but he knows that she would find it condescending. “Thank you, but I can handle myself, Mulder,” she’d say, and it’s not that he thinks she can’t—he just doesn’t want her to have to.

And still other times, the looks come not from strangers on the sidewalk, or from people he can reduce to photos in a casefile, but from their peers. Educated, talented men who transform themselves into slobbery, teenage boys when sitting adjacent to her in meetings, eyeing her with an inappropriate hunger while she jots down notes in the margins of her agenda sheet. More than once, Mulder has found himself in the elevator with a man who will look down at Scully, and then catch Mulder’s eye over the top of her head, just so that he can wink, including him in some inside joke he has no interest being a part of.

He supposes that he empirically knows that Scully is attractive—it’s more or less objective fact—but he’s never allowed himself to notice. He’s trained himself to observe her through a filter. He considers her appearance through what he aptly names the Sexual Harassment Video Gaze. He quickly shuts down any thought that could be used as an example in a training tape on inappropriate office behavior.

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Making Bruce Wayne blush

I felt inspired today, and so here’s for my second post on Tumblr…Some Bruce Wayne loving. Hope you’ll enjoy. 

WARNING : Mention of sex. 

(My masterlist blog here :


Tonight, at yet another boring charity gala, you decided that your favorite game was DEFINITELY “Make Bruce Wayne blush”.
It wasn’t an easy game, and sometimes, when he was broodier than usual, it was like playing on “hard mode”…but it was so worth it when you succeeded.

Part one of your plan, was always to make him jealous. He was more receptive to your teasing when jealous. His mind was always somewhat slower when jealous, focused on the fact that it wasn’t him flirting with you, but some asshole he suddenly didn’t like at all. 

You rarely had the occasion to make him jealous though, as he rarely let go of you during one of those charity soirée. He knew you were uncomfortable at those, and he knew you found his arm around your waist comforting. Besides, he loved to show you off to anyone he’d talk to that night. And you absolutely loved that he liked it, it made you feel good about yourself, that billionaire ex-playboy Bruce Wayne was proud to date you. You were rarely alone…but sometimes, a particular guest would take up all his attention, and you’d slip away to the bar to get something to drink, and escape the boring conversation about trade and such. 

Tonight was one of those occasions, and to hell if you weren’t going to take advantage of it. 

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Charles Xavier x reader (yes, another one)

Originally posted by julee-art

“Y/N, could you please come to my office for a second?” You heard Charles’s voice ring in your head.

“What is it Charles? Can’t you tell me now?” You asked turning pages in the book you were reading.

“I would prefer you coming here darlin’. It’s important.” You sighed and put the book down.

“Alright professor. I’m coming.”

“Thank you dear.” You walked up the stairs of the busy school. It was filled with children of all ages. From afar you could see Hank desperately trying to rush some of them into a classroom but that didn’t seem to work very well. You giggled and walked down the corridor to the professor’s office. You knocked twice and entered the room.

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One of my biggest pet peeves about Jumin and his route is how PEOPLE DELIBERATELY MISCONSTRUE IT COMPLETELY

NUMBER ONE: Jumin’s bad end 2 is a completely consensual BDSM relationship. It might not be a healthy or well executed one, but it is NOT Jumin kidnapping you. Not ONLY does the MC have to ask him for this, and explicitly say what she wants from him, not only does Jumin then respond with “as long as you desire this”, but you have to spend days softening him up to this by outrageously seducing him and asking to be caged/kept forever and it kind of makes me mad people say this like a criticism while also squeeing over Unknown actually kidnapping you. he’s not taking you to a utopia of orgies and sex, he’s taking you to be tortured until you’re brainwashed. Jumin is literally keeping you at your request in the lap of luxury with wild loving sex as long as you desire it - and only as long as you want it.


The MC chooses!!!! to go!!! to Jumin’s place!! And then she chooses to stay! He begs and pleads for her not to leave, but aside from a brief moment of panic where he’s like “KABEDON!” he doesn’t actually force her to stay. There’s no dialog that I recall where he is like “The security won’t let you leave the building no matter what you do” (and even if he did make such a ludicrous order, why would the security obey this??) - What actually happens is that MC arrives and soothes Jumin’s panic over Sarah and Glam’s schemes, resulting in him falling even harder for MC than before. Then Elizabeth disappears (it’s never fully explained how, but obviously she’s grabbed by the hacker purposefully to set him off - which is basically what he was afraid Sarah would do) and Jumin actually rightfully panics in fear that after losing everything else dear to him, he might lose the MC if she leaves his influence.

Recall the reason Jumin is afraid is because all of the RFA members are in danger, and all of them have a 24/7 guard. MC does not, because her location is secret. And we know from previous routes that the only way to save her when (not even really ‘if’) the hacker comes for her is if the people are warned ahead of time long enough to force 7 to give up the info and then run to save her. It’s mentioned at some point that if the bodyguards aren’t enough, or if Seven’s protection is insufficient (it is) that the RFA members + MC could just live with Jumin because his place is literally the safest place in all of the RFA.

So he is NOT kidnapping her. He is protecting her. And the MC never tries to escape and is stopped by guards. Whenever she tries to ‘escape’ (BE3 BRE2) it’s always ‘without Jumin knowing so he can’t protest’.

NUMBER THREE: JUMIN IS NOT A CRAZY CONTROL FREAK. He is a control freak, but he’s not crazy possessive. Yoosung is, if any of them, the crazy possessive one. Jumin gets jealous, but he won’t go off on anyone (or the MC) for talking to other people. He doesn’t panic about someone stealing her away, he just chooses not to share pictures of her because he doesn’t think anyone needs to see her before the party. Before you go off about that, note how the MC could share pictures of herself any time and doesn’t. Never. Ever. If she had a problem with Jumin hiding what she looks like, why not share a selfie? Indeed, why not ever share one on any route?

Jumin is literally just learning to express himself and open up about his emotions/embrace them in his route. Freaking out at him about being too ‘creepy’ is the same as the RFA members making fun of him because he spilled his feelings about his father on the chat. He trusts the MC and is intimately close to her.

He muses about the things he wants, the things he likes, and part of that is the desire to control the woman he loves. He’s feeling it out, exploring things he’s never even considered before, and the MC is a confidante. The MC has the choice to tell him she doesn’t like it, or she can agree. He buys her clothes but remember she didn’t pack any, so the alternative would be forcing her to stay in her one outfit for days and nights. There really isn’t any way he controls her, and as we can see from his dialog choices (and BE2) he’s actually pretty whipped and is more likely to allow MC to control him than force her to obey him.


At most, Jumin was going to keep her until the party when things would somehow be safer (don’t ask me why, it just always is). It’s basically just  a weekend. She’s not stuck there forever, she’s just there for a few days while all hell is breaking loose outside. She’s hardly a captive.

NUMBER FIVE. The MC herself isn’t even really scared. The primary concerns in the route are that their behavior is inappropriate. Zen freaks out because the MC and Jumin might do things he disapproves of. Jaehee throws a fit because Jumin slacks off from work and they should ‘go out on dates first’ if they want to be a ‘real’ couple, MC and Seven are like “But MC has responsibilities that were arbitrarily and actually forcibly assigned to her and an apartment that’s sort of ‘hers’ which is actually unsecured and super dangerous, so that’s where she belongs!”

Who cares if two consenting adults have sex? Who cares if they choose not to follow normal dating procedure? That’s their concern, not their friends’. And why does it really matter so much that a party gets delayed or canceled when MC never had a choice to begin with? Why do people freak out because Jumin keeps her somewhere safe out of concern for her, but no one seems to care that MC was tricked into going into that apartment and then actually straight up forced through intimidation and the threat of imprisonment to be the party planner for a bunch of rich strange men she’s never met before?? (Try saying ‘no I wont’ to the RFA. Every chance you get. see what happens.)

If it doesn’t matter that MC is mostly fine with being with Jumin (or very fine with it in BE2), it doesn’t matter that MC suddenly decides the party thing is a SUPER COOL IDEA. Especially when the former poses exactly 0% danger to her, and the latter is actually extremely and actively endangering her life.

warnette headcanon drafts

i’ve had these in my drafts for literally months maybe years so i’m just gonna post them all even though they’re all inappropriate and dumb and unrealistic so here u go

  • juliette wearing lingerie and warner looks at her for like 5 seconds before being like “this is great and i love it and you look beautiful but i’m going to take it off now”
  • warnette sitting on opposite sides of the bathtub with their legs intertwined just looking at each other while drinking wine from fancy glasses
  • juliette buying body paints and warner is like aw yiss thinking he’s gonna get some but juliette just asks warner to lay on his stomach so she can make landscapes/pictures out of the scars on his back (and then he falls asleep while she paints or something LAME because he is a cINNAMON BUN)
  • james asking juliette if she loves warner and whereas warner was sarcastic and skirting around the truth she doesnt even hesitate before telling him yes 
  • kenji teasing juliette about her sex life and she pins him to the wall by his throat and asks calmly “sorry, what was that?” 
  • kenji finding out warner’s first name and it’s really awkward for like 10 seconds then hes like “im just gonna keep calling you warner” 
  • kenji being super protective of warnette’s kids and always playing with them and teaching them their first swear words 
  • juliette looking in the mirror in the morning and noticing her entire neck and chest is covered in hickey bruises and she’s like “goddamn it” and warner just walks by like ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 
  • warner playing music in their room and asking juliette for a dance and she’s super shy because she doesn’t know how and never has but you know warner is knowledgeable af so he twirls her around and they’re giggling and out of breath and i need to sit down
  • juliette hardly able to walk after a rough night and warner doesnt know whether to be smug or concerned 
  • juliette going with warner the next time he checks on everyone in the compounds and all the citizens are thanking her and wanting to shake her hand and at one point a child the same age as the one she killed holds his arms up for juliette to hold them and she does then looks at warner emotionally and omg
  • juliette getting bath bombs and she saves the glittery one for herself bc she doesnt want warner sparkly and embarrassed but he insists on using it with her and gets glitter stuck to him everywhere anyway and challenges anyone who tries to point out that they’re both literally sparkling the day afterward
  • warner teaching james not to be a fuckboy 
  • kenji being like “you both are so intense. it’s like no one else is in the room when you’re together” and warnette’s like “who said that” “did u hear anything”
  • headcanon: so since juliette can turn her power on and off, can warner feel when it’s on/off? since he can feel the power flow through him when it’s on, do you think they’re ever just snuggling and she lets down her guard and lets it flow through them and he stifles a gasp? her tracing her fingertips down his face and it’s literally electric? 
  • warner chuckling at something juliette says/does and he hides his smile behind his fist shyly but the dimples show and he’s so LAME and BEAUTIFUL
  • do u ever just see inappropriate pictures on tumblr and ur like “awww warnette would do that” bc me 
No one ever talks about abusive friendships so I'm going to and you better pay attention because this is important

People know all about abusive relationships- how to spot the signs, how to leave, etc. But no one ever talks about abusive friendships, which can be just as damaging and often is. It’s also a more dangerous trap because people don’t even realize that they’re actually being abused by their friends

I’m writing this post based off of my own experiences and what I’ve seen in others’. Feel free to add anything you might find relevant upon reblogging, because you could seriously help someone. 

The vast majority of my ‘friendships’ have been abusive to me (as much as I hate to admit that), and it’s a horrible experience that I never want anyone else to live through.

I just want to add the things one should look for so no one else has to deal with the same bullshit I always did:

  • You’d rather be by yourself than hang out with that person (NOT the same feeling as being drained because you’re an introvert- you just really don’t want to hang out with that person specifically)
  • You have to always be on guard and watch what you say because your friend might bitch you out or get irrationally angry
  • He/she/zhe insults you and tries to pass it off as “I’m just saying…” or “I’m just trying to help you”
  • Seeing their name on your caller I.D. puts the fear of God in you because you’re not sure whether they’ll be kind or ready to tear at you for some unknown reason when you pick it up.
  • You’re always there when they have problems, but when it comes down to YOUR problems they brush them off as unimportant, give shitty, half-asses advice (when it’s easy to tell they just don’t care), or turn it around to make it about them and effectively have a “my problems are more important than yours so shut up” moment
  • They insult the things you find joy in (yes, this includes fandoms) but heaven forbid you show any distain for something they like, even if you only respectfully disagree- you MUST like what they like OR ELSE YOU’RE STUPID!
  • They tell other people your secrets or tell other people your worst personality traits and basically talk smack about you. Which prevents others from wanting to be your friend.
  • They ask for your advice/opinion and then get mad when you give it
  • They insult your family for really insignificant reasons or for no reason at all (I’m not even kidding guys. It can get out of hand. I had a friend who constantly insulting my parents and my brother and even said my mother couldn’t cook worth shit. Rude.) 
  • Say you are unable to do things because they “know you” and use that as an excuse to say you can’t do something you want to do. “You can’t do that, you’re too short LOL” yeah fuck you too asshole
  • You’re afraid that if you end the friendship they will go into Bitch Mode and tell all your darkest secrets and talk crap about you to everyone.
  • You have reason to believe that their Bitch Face is actually their True Face
  • They can’t seem to find anything to talk about except talking crap about other people and expecting you to agree with them (my 'best friend’ insulted another friend of mine, who I had ASKED OUT ONCE and was quite fond of, and got mad at me when I said anything in her defense.) 
  • The previous point leads me to the one where they insult your other friends. 
  • THEY ALWAYS TRY TO PIN THEIR PROBLEMS ON YOU EVEN IF YOU HAD ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH IT. Usually this happens after they ask for your “advice” and then blame you for everything later or make another problem out of YOUR OPINION.
  • They consistently use the wrong pronouns (if you’re trans*- and this doesn’t include times when they have to use the wrong pronouns because of safety reasons for you) or out you (as LGBTQA+) at inappropriate times, and then get angry when you call them out on it- “but it’s obvious you’re gay anyway, so why does it matter?” “It’s too hard to use the right pronouns! Just deal with it!” (even though they’ve known what the correct pronouns are for MONTHS and after constant reminders)
  • And lastly if something feels off to you or you just feel upset or off-put by your 'friend’ (or GROUP OF FRIENDS in some cases) It’s a toxic friendship and it’s NOT good for you!

If you feel you’re in a toxic friendship, end it. Right now. It may hurt, the other person may throw a hissy fit and try so say YOU’RE the bad friend (you’re not!), you might not want to hurt the person’s feelings (which you shouldn’t worry too much about because they didn’t really care about your feelings, now did they?). Just end it, and don’t look back, even if you’re left completely friendless.

Being friendless is by far much healthier for you than staying with a group of toxic friends who put you down and make you feel like shit. I know that sound convoluted but it’s absolutely true.

And remember that it’s not the end of the world and that you WILL find new friends- hopefully ones who are decent human beings and you’ll have a real friendship waiting for you.

Don’t continue to just live with it. Do something about it and in the long run you will be much happier, trust me. If in reading this list you were heavily reminded of a 'friend’ I’d suggest looking at the friendship again- it’s probably toxic, and not the Brittany Spears kind.

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Do you have any evak + girl squad headcanons?<3

Okay let me just say I live for evak and the girl squad. Like so so so much. The birthday one shot I did for Even’s birthday was basically just a massive girl squad and Isak hanging out fest. I am obsessed haha

  • So just like the boy squad the girl squad and evak work all for so many different reasons depending on the girl. So Even and Noora find themselves in serious discussions about women’s rights and human rights and equality all together. Even is actually one of the few people that make Noora rethink things she was so sure were the only way to think about them. They listen to each others perspectives and then broaden the way they originally think about something, and it is both beautiful and annoying because Isak is just like ooohhhh eeem geee stop. And then omg Chris cracks up Even so much. her jokes and omg omg omg 
  • Okay so Chris does not let Even forget that she had this ‘connection’ with Isak. She is all “So Even, you know I am really glad that Isak found you because, I mean we kinda had a thing” and Even raises his eyebrows and is like “really?” she nods “Oh yeah, gawd our energy, the sexual tension, it was electrifying!” then she lowers her head in pity “poor Isak tho, He tried to make me jealous once which didn’t work, and then by the time he would have been ready to profess his love for me I had already found my Kasper. I can tell it really cut him up.” Even is just like “wow, I had no idea” and she is all “yeah it hurt so much that no other girl could compare. But I mean I’m just glad he finally got over me,” And Even laughs and says “same Chris, same.” 
  • And then ahhh Eva and Isak are finally reunited. They had such a precious friendship before the snake stuff went down and now they are baaack. They like have so many silly inside jokes and do such fun and silly stuff together that just makes everyone smile and go “ahhh you two” Like Isak and Eva’s super cute and adorable shenanigans truly come out together and Even and Vilde just sit there all heart eyed as they watch Isak and Eva compete to see who can fit the most marshmallows in their mouths. (this of course leads to some inappropriate jokes from the girls, especially Chris who says something along the lines of “this is really a competition to see who is better at fitting something else in their mouths” Even laughs of course and gives her a dick joke of his own. they are adorable) 
  • Oh and Eva showers Even in stories of baby Isak. of all the goofy stuff he did in middle school, and how his obsession with trying to rap began. And she leans forward and whispers “I’m pretty sure he actually thinks he’s really good so just go with it so we can get more footage of him being a dork” And Even is like “That won’t be a problem” and shows her the million videos he has secretly taken of Isak doing silly things and it is amazing and Eva is giggling and telling him a story for every video he shares with her. And it is like so perfect. <3 
  • Ahhh Sana my angel Sana gets along so well with our boys. Her and Isak are so so close (as we know) and they just mock each other and banter in such a fond way. It is adorable. and then Sana pays out Isak to Even which he loooooves but then Just like Sana and Isak, Even and Sana talk about so much issues that are happening in society and religion and cultural beliefs and basically their own personal values that truly make them understand each other and feel less alone. It’s beautiful. Sana clearly has a soft spot for both these boys which the girls tease her about immensely. Because this one time Even corrected her and the whole table just gasped and went into a dead silence, waiting for Sana to put him in his place buuuut instead she was like “Oh yes. Thank you. So anyway…” and they are just like OMG and now they laugh and go “Sana is a softie!” and Sana just glares and is like “I can make you all disappear.” 
  • And then Vilde omg I love Vilde + evak. I actually want to write a real drabble about this one day (I will when I finish the prompts and get a chapter out for each fic ahhh) so anyway this one is so funny because Isak and Even absolutely adore and love Vilde buuuut in completely different ways. So to Isak, Vilde is that super annoying little sister who is just like always there asking him things and telling him things and interrupting kissy time with his boyfriend and he is just like “oh my gawd Vilde I don’t care what dress you are wearing! Just cos I am dating a boy doesn’t mean I know fashion. gawd” And then she lectures him on his manners and he tells her to look in a mirror and she says I was gonna say the same to you but then I thought you would probably break it and they just totally bicker like siblings and it’s adorable. But then Even, oh Even he finds Vilde so endearing and sweet and he just wants to protect her and keep her happy and safe from the world. So this makes things awkward cos he is always like “Vilde join us to the movies tonight!” when she is complaining about having no plans and Isak is just like “ummm baby what the actual hell” because it always turns into Vilde rambling and Even listening politely while Isak is rolling his eyes and mumbling under his breath. He really does love her tho. Like if anyone actually hurt Vilde he would be the first to be like “I will defeat you with my muscles” and Even would be all “Isak you are the softest boy I know” and Isak is all “I am the master at fighting” and Even is just like “Okaaaaay sure Jan” 

Ahhh omg this is ridiculously long and probably not very good. I think I will try to make a better girl squad and evak headcanon in the future haha sorry for messing this up :( 

responding to some “Dipper is cis!!1!” arguments :)

1) “Don’t force child characters to be trans!”

- Applying a theory does not count as forcing
- Trans children exist in real life. There are kids who are 4, 5, 6 years old that get diagnosed with Gender Identity Disorder or Gender Dysphoria, and it’s only fair that they get some kind of representation.
- Dipper is a fictional character, stating on the internet that I think he is trans will not affect him in anyway because he ISN’T REAL
- There are bigger issues regarding fan theories than the transboy dipper, transgirl Mabel, transgirl Grenda, etc. theories. Within the fandom there is shipping going on involving incest (Mabel/Dipper), pedophilia (Dipper/Ford *shuddering*) and abusive, interspecies (?) (Bill/Dipper (does bill count as another species? He’s not human and he’s definitely not 12 so it’s still a bit weird)) relationships. If you think saying that a male character could have been born female is the biggest problem facing the show, then you have some issues

2) It’s a children’s show, stop trying to make it LGBT+

- Children have a right to see LGBT+ characters from a young age. There’s nothing wrong with being LGBT+, and by hiding it from children it’s just enforcing the idea that it’s bad or should remain hidden
- Please return to this argument when it’s possible for children to google “My Little Pony” without seeing content that is actually inappropriate :)

3) Dipper has been seen shirtless and his chest is flat

- Hormone blockers are a thing. There is a perfectly reasonable chance that he is on blockers and so his chest has remained as flat as a prepubescent girl 

- He is 12 (13 by the end of the show), and on average femal puberty starts between the ages of 9 and 14 (google it). He may not have hit puberty yet, and this his chest is still flat.
- Similarly, Mabel has a pretty flat chest. They’re both children, why are their figures so important to you?

4) Alex Hirsch tweeted “if anyone wants to know what I consider canon, it’s easy: it’s what happened in the show” (x)

- Gravity Falls airs on Disney. Disney Channel has been around since 1983 (and Disney XD since 2009), and in almost 33 years has had two canon gay couples. There is no chance that Disney would have let them have a canon trans character, because parents would complain and it could damage ratings and profits and whatever
- He also tweeted “[Headcanons] don’t need my input” (x). Alex isn’t for or against trans!Dipper. If he’s not fighting it, you shouldn’t either.

5) Mabel wouldn’t tease Dipper about not being manly I he was trans

- She probably doesn’t mean to upset him? She’s clearly not saying the jokes seriously or out of malice, and she probably just doesn’t realise that it affects him
- If she would make those jokes towards him if he was cis, why should she not just because he’s trans? Personally, I sort of see that in a way like her saying “I see you as just the same as any other boy, and I’m going to treat you like I would treat any other boy”.
- She is a child. Children say stuff without thinking it through.

6) There have been flashbacks to when they were kids and Dipper was a boy then (x)

- As mentioned in an earlier point, children are trans. Children can express gender dysphoria from a young age and so it’s perfectly reasonable that dipper could have been out and living as male by the time he was 5 or 6.
- These memories come from Mabel and Dipper. Mabel and Dipper see Dipper as a boy, and so they could have altered their memories to fit in with that. When I look back on things I did as a kid, I think of it as “when I was a little boy”, and erase the female side of it. Mabel and Dipper could be doing that as well.

7) Grenda is more obviously trans than Dipper

- Why should we be limited to only having one trans character? LGBT+ characters aren’t just little tokens to prove that the show supports our community. Dipper could be trans, and Grenda could be trans. EVERYONE COULD BE TRANS! Why limit it to just one trans character? Let’s have a million!

8) “it’s disgusting”

- Would you like to elaborate on that? Because until you’ve given me some reasons, you’re just being transphobic. Transphobia isn’t cool.
- there is nothing disgusting about being trans. There is nothing disgusting about suggesting a fictional character could be trans. Shut up.

Please stop attacking trans!headcanons. They aren’t harming your enjoyment of the show. Unless you are genuinely being attacked for not accepting trans!dipper as your supreme overlord, then you’re not being affected by the headcanons. Please just let people enjoy thinking what they think.

These are just responses to some arguments I’ve seen. If you have anything else to add, feel free. I just really like trans!dipper and would appreciate not getting attacked for thinking it.

Tamlin’s Happy Ending?

He deserved it. He’s mentally ill. Call it what you want, really. Did he intentionally hurt anyone? No. He loves Feyre. Mate or not, he loved her. Still does. He’s suffering and dealing with things in his own way. Is what he did considered right? No. Not at all. But he deserves his own ending. A happy one.

Simplest way to put it, Tamlin would probably be put under the category of someone with BPD. Something I suffer from myself. And trust me. People saying he deserves death can cut deep, myself.

Powerful emotions that change quickly and often.
Episodic anxiety and depression
Risky behavior (i.e. promiscuous sex, reckless driving, overspending, drug abuse)
Inappropriate hostility and antagonistic behavior
Poor impulse control
Intense fear of abandonment and being alone
Unstable sense of self
Feelings of emptiness

> Aggressive and thin-skinned – anything someone else says that could be perceived as criticism can send the BPD male into a rage
> Extremely jealous – when another man appropriately compliments the BPD male’s significant other, he will frequently take it as an attempt at seducing his lover away from him
> Emotionally detached – the BPD male does not share his inner emotional experience with his significant other
> Inability to form and keep friendships – rejects every friendship or potential friendship after only a short amount of time
> Holds grudges – may hold a grudge for months, even years
> Uses sex to feel secure

These are some points in male BPD and the reasons I think Tamlin would in a modern time be diagnosed with this. But people but him down as if he went out and hurt Feyre on purpose. He would never do that. For one, in acotar, he did the most selfless thing. He let Feyre go. He sent her home to save her. Then a weak mortal he loves comes to challenge Amarantha. “He did nothing.” What did you want him to do? Any rebellious action would probably have Amarantha just kill her.

He was forced to watch her die. Think about that. He loves her, too. Even if she was not his mate, he still saw that happen. Then over the time she is with Rhysand, we see him lose her. Of course, it is justified, they ARE mates. But what about Tamlin? He’s told Rhys corrupted her and the bond was forced. She begged for it to be broken to trick him. He’s lied to time and time again. And in acowar, hes struggling to change. You see him appear at the meeting and try to help them out. He is giving them information about the King. No one trust him, and he still helps them. And then yes. He saves Rhysand. He did not have to. He could have walked away. He’s coming to terms with reality. Fighting to see the truth and tells her to be happy. He’s lost everything.

I could go on, but honestly… why bother when most people want to see him as just an abuser and nothing more? He’s got a lot more depth then that when you care to look.

I link Tamlin with male borderline personality disorder. I also suffer from this and because of that when people think Tamlin should die or does not deserve anything good, I sometimes take it personally.

The other day, my gf was mad someone said something very cruel about Tamlin and she stood up for the character. “Defending him is like defending you. You’re my Tamlin and you deserve it.”

I cried.

I know, just a character. Living with maladaptive daydreaming makes me take things more seriously then I should. But it brings up the fact that there is just so much un-needed hate in this fandom.

Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 18


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17,

You left the building feeling thoroughly disturbed. You could still feel the phantom sensation of Jaebum breathing down your neck, and you shivered as though you had just walked through a spider web. Your side hurt where you had been kicked, but the tears stinging the corners of your eyes had nothing to do with that. Jaebum was completely insane, and if you weren’t careful, you could very well lose everything.

You were already a block or so away from Jaebums base, but felt like you couldn’t get away fast enough. You turned an ally on your left, the quickest way back to Bangtan. Something crashed to one side, and you jumped only to see a small cat scurrying away from the trashcan it had just overturned.

“Dumb cat.” You muttered, before a hand clamped down over your mouth and pulled you sideways so a dumpster hid you from view of the street.

“I don’t think a cat is your biggest concern right now.” 

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thirty days of skam fic: day thirteen
aka an au where isak is totally (not) in denial about liking even

beginning. accusation. restless. leaves. rainbow. flame. formal. under. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. cans. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. tent. mad. thousand. paper. winter. luxury. letters. promise. simple. future.


There are some things in the universe that are just facts . They’re not up for debate, they don’t need evaluating; anyone who’s not in complete denial about the workings of the world just has to agree. For example, it’s a fact that the earth goes around the sun. It’s a fact that there are two hundred and six bones in the human body. It’s a fact that pineapple doesn’t belong on pizza. And, most importantly of all, it is a fact of the universe that Isak Valtersen does not have a crush on Even Bech Naesheim.

The only unfortunate thing is, Isak’s idiot friends seem to disagree with one of those facts.


Isak has only been out of the closet for half a year – he’s never had a boyfriend that he introduced his friends to, he’s never hooked up with a guy at a party in front of them, and he’s certainly never said anything about the kind of guys he finds hot.

But the first time the guys ever meet Even, Magnus turns to Isak afterwards and says, “Fuck, bro, he is so your type!”

Isak just blinks at him, and then whirls around to make sure Even really has retreated to the next room of the party and didn’t hear that.  What the fuck is Magnus talking about, anyway?  Yeah, Even’s tall and hot and dreamy and his eyes are captivating and he’d smiled at Isak way too nicely, holding his gaze for a moment too long, as Jonas introduced them all, but – Isak’s never even had a conversation with him.

Even is just Jonas’s new weed guy.  And, most importantly, when Jonas had mentioned finding this new weed guy, his exact words had been, ‘ yeah, we met through his girlfriend, she’s in my Politics class.’

So. No matter how much eye contact Even might make or how good he’d looked all bundled up in way too many layers of clothing for a house party, Isak is absolutely not going there.  He’s had enough of crushing on straight guys to last him a lifetime.

“He is the opposite of my type, what the fuck,” Isak lies to Magnus, and then swallows down the rest of his beer.  “Why do you think you know what kind of guys I like anyway!  Shut up.”

Magnus just laughs at him, and Mahdi shakes his head.

“Bro.  That was some serious eye-fucking right there.  You guys are gonna hook up, I’m calling it right now.”

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hi! My birthday will be 20th of April... I know it is far far away but.... ;-)

Originally posted by keith-and-lance-do-cool-things

Happy birthday! We know this is a little late for your time zone, but we wish you a stellar day nonetheless! 

It’s time. I gave myself two days to work up the courage to tell my boss I won’t be working for him anymore. It’s been exactly 48 hours, and if I wait any longer I’ll have to tell my new boss I can’t start on time.

I take a deep breath, push the swivel chair away from my desk and prepare to give my two week’s notice. I’ve been offered a job that pays a smidge more and I can advance within the company, so it’s kind of a no brainer. Although I do love my current job, I’ll only ever be a secretary.

And I really like my boss. Like, really like him. That’s part of the problem, too. I’ve been attracted to him from day one. He’s a blond-haired, blue-eyed specimen of perfection worthy of god-status, but in two years he’s never given me any indication that he’s interested. He’s single and, unless he keeps his private life under wraps tighter than a nun’s vagina, he never dates. Ever. His ring finger has been bare since I’ve known him, he’s shown up at every company holiday party alone, and he has no pictures of anyone other than family in his office.

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Fic: The Soul that is lost

Latest Chapter in my Heartlines AU. The rest can be found here

As always I’d love to know what you think and am happy to take prompts for future chapters.


Originally posted by butteryplanet

He’d dropped Claire at home on Tuesday morning on his way to work. He spent the rest of the week in meetings and then the latter half up at Lallybroch, overseeing some extension work and meeting with the other members of the Lallybroch board. He hadn’t foreseen quite what a behemoth of tourism and industry the sleepy little highland estate was to become when he’d first took the notion to move beyond simple agriculture.

As a result he didn’t see Claire for the rest of the week, though they exchanged at least a dozen text messages a day, ranging from the mundane through the very NSFW. After she’s sent him a fairly explicit picture of her in her underwear that flashed up on his phone in the middle of the shareholders meeting causing his sister, Jenny’s eyebrows vanish into her hairline, he’d taken to keeping his phone in his pocket rather than on the desk in front of him.

He was driving back into Glasgow on Friday afternoon and Claire was off work until Monday night when she started two weeks of night shifts. The plan was that she would come over Friday night and they would base themselves at his house for the weekend. Jamie was torn between not leaving the bedroom for the entire time and the desire to be out living life with this glorious, untamed woman, to get to know her better.

He’d been home about an hour and was frantically dusting his bookshelf when he heard a car door slam followed by the sound of his gate opening. Peeking out of the window he admired her as she came up the path. She was wearing shiny brown ankle boots and a cotton breton striped dress with big pockets in the skirt. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy bun at her nape. The thought of unpinning the mass of curls and watching it cascade around her face distracted him so much that he didn’t see her approach the window until she knocked on it. He jumped slightly and she laughed. She then leant forward and left a pink kiss on the window. His heart clenched at the casual intimacy of the act as he went to let her in.

He opened the door and stepped back to grant her access and as she walked in he couldn’t help but think about how she belonged here, here in his space. She fit into it as if she had always existed in it.

He looked at her as she bent and looked under the side table, before opening the coat closet door, peering in. She shut it again and popped her head around the living room door.

“Whatever are ye doin’, Sassenach?” he asked her as she slowly opened the door to the kitchen and looked in.

“Oh just checking that you haven’t gotten any ex wives stashed around the place ready to leap out on us” She laughed as she said this her eyes sparkling with mischief and humour. Jamie tried and failed to look affronted and laughed instead.

“You’ll no doubt be pleased to hear that my first job when I arrived at work on Tuesday was getting a locksmith in.”

“Does this also mean that the gnome is out of a job?” She arched her brow.

“Aye” he responded. “Wee Angus has been found unfit for duty. His role from here is merely decorative”

“Glad to hear it, as erm, exhilarating, as the our last encounter was, I’m in rush to bump into Geneva Fraser any time soon”

“Dunsany” He said.


“Her name is no’ Fraser. Its Dunsany. She never was a Fraser. Dinna be calling her that” He spoke with something more than simple irritation or the desire to correct her.

“I’m sorry, Jamie” she spoke softly. “I didn’t mean anything, I… I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to upset you.”

He let out a long sigh.

“Dinna fash, Claire. Its me that’s sorry. I shouldna be getting all cranky with you. It’s just Geneva and I were over so long ago. In fact we were never anything much to begin with, and now here she is getting in between me and you.”

He looked so distraught that Claire reached out and stroked his face.

“We don’t have to talk about her anymore if that’s what you want. She isn’t important.”

“She held me prisoner wi’ guilt for so long, Claire, “ he took Claire’s hand and looked at her imploringly, his blue eyes dark with emotion. “I felt guilty that I couldna make it work with her, I felt guilty that I was such a disappointment, I felt guilty that I’d married her when I knew deep down I didna really love her. I never really moved on myself because I didn’t feel I deserved to. And then I met you…”

He kissed her gently. “And then I met you and it was like someone had smashed the cage that held me. The moment I laid eyes on you. I wanted you, I wanted you in a way I’ve never wanted anyone else. In a way that I thought was just made up for books and songs.” He flushed slightly at the weight of his admission.

“But it’s real” Claire said softly.

“Aye,” he said. “Aye, it’s realer than I ever knew.”

They spent Saturday in the city. Claire took him to her favourite cafe for breakfast. “When you work the night shift as often as I do, you learn the best places.” They chatted over eggs and hot coffee. Jamie told Claire all about the work going on at Lallybroch.

“It sounds amazing.” She said, taking a gulp of her long black. “You know, all the years I’ve been living in Scotland, I’ve not made it to the Highlands at all. Frank used to go all the time, but it was always on some fact finding mission, so I always stayed behind.

Jamie looked appalled at this admission. ‘Well, that’s just no good, Sassenach. Next time you’ve more than a couple of days off together, I’ll take ye. We’ll have a few days in Inverness and then I’ll take ye to Lallybroch.” He paused. “That’s if you’d like to go. To see it, I mean. If you no feel like it would be too much pressure. We can just go to Inverness, if you prefer…” He trailed off. Claire reached over and put her hand on his. I would love to see Lallybroch, Jamie. It’s such a big part of who you are. How could I not want to see that for myself?” They sat in silence for a moment, fingers weaving together, Jamie massaging her palm slightly with his thumb.

“I might have a small favour to ask in return though” she said slowly.

“Oh, aye? And what would that be then?” He raised his eyebrow at her.

“Weeeel,” she said,  “My hospital is having a huge fundraising dinner and I’ve been basically ordered to attend. Would you come with me? As my date? It will probably be a dreadful stuffy affair, but it would certainly be a lot more enjoyable with a dashing highlander on my arm.” She winked at him playfully.

“If ye keep saying that part about the ‘dashing highlander’ I don’t doubt I can be persuaded. I’ll need to wear my kilt though, aye?

“Oh believe me, Jamie, I absolutely insist.”

On Sunday he took her to his favourite pub for Sunday lunch and beers. With more beer drunk than food consumed, they staggered back to Jamie’s around 6pm, collapsing onto the sofa.

Watching Netflix on a rainy Sunday evening with Claire snuggled up against him, Jamie wished he could stop time.  Everything about the weekend had been perfect. Better than perfect. He had never dreamed that passion and friendship could be so inextricably entwined. He wanted her, her couldn’t look at her without wanting to take her to his bed and pleasure her. But he also liked and respected her. He found her hilarious. She had an offbeat sense of humour and an acute sense of the ridiculous and a tendency to dissolve into giggles in inappropriate situations. She made him feel protective, like he could slay dragons or rescue her from tall towers, but at the same time she was one of the strongest and most capable people he’d ever met. She made him feel safe.

He brushed her hair away from her face and leant down to kiss her gently.

“Hmmm” she responded slightly sleepily. He kissed her again and she turned to fully face him. She held his face in her hands for a moment before moving to straddle him. He ran his hands up her back and felt her shiver. They kissed for a long time, arms wrapped tight around the other, no space between them. She pressed down her hips, seeking friction between them. He let out a low groan and pulled her down by her hips. She bit him gently on his bottom lip, before moving down, kissing his jaw and neck, pausing here and there to worry the skin with her teeth. He made a guttural sound in his throat as she moved back up biting at his earlobe.

He stood abruptly, his arms tight around her keeping her in place. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he moved to his knees and slowly lowered her to the floor. His thick red hair fell forward and she reached up and pushed it back, meeting his eyes with hers. She kissed him gently on his forehead, his nose, his chin, before meeting his lips. The kiss was soft and chaste, but infinitely tender. Jamie felt himself shudder as he attempted to hold himself in check. Not from his physical desire, but his desire, in that moment to tell her everything. Everything he thought and felt, every tender feeling held in check, every word of love he could not, should not, yet proclaim out loud. This woman was his soul. He knew this and he abdicated entirely. He lifted her gently in his arms at carried her to bed.

In Watercolor.

Originally posted by bangtan-so-far

pairing: photographer!yoongi x reader [ m
wc: 3,121
genre: fluff, implied smut

Rainfall, midday, and a head of wet black hair sticking to a pale face; hidden behind a camera lens that catches multiple strikes of lightning tens of kilometers away. A rumbling, grumbling sky; tens of shivers that run through your body as you stay, unable to move, just stay. Your eyes are locked on him and his camera lens is locked on you, and then a flimsy raincoat that clings to his lanky body that strangely keeps him warm enough for him to not shiver in turn. Shades of violet, crimson, violet, silver light up in the background as your sneakers stay glued to the ground, damn it, your socks are soaking wet, and so is your hair, and so should his camera. He doesn’t seem to care.

A bright flash washes out every dark hue you could see, instead filling your vision with specks of whites and lights. You stand your ground, baffled, blinking to fight away the temporary blindness; blinking to offer him a confused look – that is, if he is able to actually see anything in the middle of wild rain pour.

“I’m sorry, did you- did you just take a photo of me?” You yell over the violent pattering of the rain against the soil, squinting to fight away cold droplets falling onto your face – that is, if he is able to actually hear anything.

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5 Years (pt.2)- Blacknut

As Y/N waited for Swings arrival Daewoong continued reading comments.

“lol y/n could do 500% better”

“he probably forced her into the relationship, have u listened to his old songs.”

“definitely a publicity stunt blacknut could never get with her”

       “maybe he is making a new album?”

“i wonder how much he’s paying her to be with him”

“she has so many other options and she chose him…”

“honestly thought y/n was going to date dok2, he’s head over heels for her”

     "simon dominic is in love with her too”

     "isn’t everyone in love with y/n, if u watch

      variety shows every celebrity confesses their

      love for her.”

     " she’s in every zion.t music video about love.“

"cjamm is a much better fit for her”

     "anyone other than blacknut is a better fit"

“is her eyesight okay?”

     "5 years has passed, her vision must be bad if she’s with him.“

“her expectations must’ve lowered since leaving YG”

Blacknut admitted, some of these comments are funny. He got what he expected, but it’s not like he wanted to see every comment shitting on his life. He was well aware he wasn’t the most attractive. He was well aware he wasn’t the most favored rapper. He was well aware there were a ton of people that wanted to be with her. But he was so grateful for Y/N, if they never crossed paths he’d be stuck working with his mother till debt was paid off, he would’ve never gone on SMTM, he wouldn’t be happy. It wasn’t fun, 5 years of watching his girlfriend being flirted with, being in other rappers music videos, they thought less of him. It pissed him off, not only that Y/N did so much for other artist, she bought them gifts, she praised them, she supported them, but they couldn’t repay her kindness. He knew that she didn’t want to be repaid, she knew she was being used sometimes, but she always knew she’d be above them no matter what. He looked up to her, but he didn’t want her being thrown around. He didn’t want his name to ruin her career, so he though of a ‘brilliant’ idea.

He would create a diss track.


“What the fuck is on Instagram? What the fuck were you thinking, or were you not thinking at all?” Swings barged in his office yelling at you.

“A ‘Hello’ would be nice, and yes I was thinking.” You sarcastically replied back.

“It’s not the time to be a fucking wise ass right now. This is the type of shit you don’t post, especially you. It’s expected of Daewoong to be inappropriate, but you have a clean image and this totally ruins it. Daewoong’s pictures are going to ruin your career. Seriously what were you two thinking?” He was aggravated and you understood why, but you’re a 26 years old and being treated like a teenager.

“Daewoong and I have been dating for 5 years and never intended it to be kept a secret. We can put our relationship out on SNS however we want, I’ve accepted the fact that actions lead to consequences. Just realize I’m an adult in a long term relationship, and I don’t care if you or anyone else thinks badly of me. I know for a fact you’ve and a bunch of other people in this label have said and or done stupid shit in the past, and what I’ve done today does not equal that. This is not going to end my career I’m not some fucking idol, so stop over reacting like everyone else has been today. My phone is bombarded with text from everyone I know, I’m getting plenty hate as well as Daewoong, I beg you to keep piling stress on me for doing something so small.” Maybe you should’ve kept the relationship a secret, right now could be so peaceful.

“Wait, so this thing between you and Daewoong is not a joke?” Swings genuinely ask.

“No, did you not listen to a word I just said. I don’t get whats so unbelievable about it. No one is taking this seriously,” and just as you replied Daewoong posted another photo. Honestly no wonder why people aren’t taking you two seriously,  you looked more like fuck buddies than a couple. The photo was extremely provocative. You were sitting on a bed covered in rose petals, wearing a short red silk robe that fell low exposing part of your chest. Your face screamed sex in the photo, but right now your face was covered with embarrassment. The fact that you were sitting next to your boss looking at the same photo made the situation worse. Daewoong must’ve known you were in Swings office, he’s doing this for his own amusement.

"I honestly don’t know what to say at this point…” Swings said shocked. “I’m just amazed to see you with Daewoong, no one would’ve ever expected it. I’m happy for you two, I just don’t want to see you and him get a bunch of shit for this. Although, it wasn’t the brightest idea putting your relationship out inappropriately, dating Daewoong won’t harm your career the pictures will. It’s too late to delete them now. Just be careful please, and tell Daewoong to stop posting.”

Fuck you Swings, Daewoong can post what ever he wants.” Giriboy and Nochang yelled from outside the office door.

“I’ll make sure to stop him, I’m sorry for the inconvenience.” You said to Swings ignoring the perverts outside.


2 weeks have passed and your relationship continued to be a hot topic. Many of your fellow musician friends didn’t have a problem with it, if you were happy they were happy. The problem was the hip hop community continued to criticize your relationship, constantly putting Daewoong down. In the beginning he wasn’t phased, but it only took a short amount of time till it started to hurt. The words were harsh, people think they’re so big behind the screen, when in reality they’d never say it to his face.

Today you were going to an interview for some hip hop magazine. Lately, you’ve kept your whereabouts lowkey hoping for everything to simmer down, but it didn’t work out like that. You felt bad leaving Daewoong, but you kept him preoccupied by working on some tracks. You knew this interview was going to be about Daewoong, usually when awkward topics would come up in an interview you’d pretend to not know that Korean word. Sadly, Swings specific told you not to “pull that shit.” You were waiting patiently for the interviewer to arrive, so you could begin early and leave early.

25 minutes later, the interviewer arrived and you started right away.

Interviewer: “Hello Y/N, great seeing you today,” said the interviewer.

Y/N: “Hello, it’s great to see you too.” You replied smiling.

Interviewer: “So a bunch has been posted on social media lately that has surprised everyone. So is it true that you’re dating rapper Blacknut?”

Y/N: “Yes, I’m dating him.”

Interviewer: “For 5 years, correct?”

Y/N: “5 years.”

Interviewer: “Congratulations, when did you meet him and how did this relationship spark?”

Y/N: “I met Daewoong at some event in 2011, I don’t remember the name, but it was a bunch of new rappers that were preforming. I was 20-21 years old, and during this time I was planning on leaving YG. I was into the hip hop scene and decided to meet some new rappers to make connections. Daewoong happened to be at this event oh and so was Nochang. I met both of them there we’re basically a trio. Anyways, I liked Daewoong’s style of rapping it was different, so I wanted to meet him. I went back stage after his performance, I told him I liked his music, he told me he liked mine. We took a picture and exchanged numbers. I was anxious first meeting him because I didn’t think underground rappers would like me, but in all honesty everyone enjoys making new friends. After getting his number, I’d ask to meet him up during certain times in secret places, so we wouldn’t get caught. It was hard most of the time as my schedule was constantly packed, but we made it work out. As time went on, my crush for him started evolving, I trusted him, I talked to him when I was upset, angry, or happy. He happily reciprocated the same feelings, and we began to secretly date. 5 years later and here we are in a mess.”

Interviewer: “I’m sorry for all the criticism you’re both getting. There has been a few incidents where rappers have publicly showing there disapproval of this relationship.”

Y/N: “You have to get used to the hate as a celebrity. But, yeah two of my closest friends seem to not appreciate my relationship.”

Interviewer: “Simon Dominic and Dok2, correct?”

Y/N: “Yes.”

Interviewer: “Simon’s and Dok2’s post seem to be hyped up in the hip hop community, feel do comment on it?”

Y/N: “I think it’s pathetic what they did. If they had respect for me they would not bash on my boyfriend. They both judged him by his looks, no one should be underestimated because of something so pointless. Daewoong is such a great person, yes he has flaws which every single human has. Simon and Dok2 as well as the other rappers who tried to publicly humiliate my boyfriend, showed how petty they are. I’ve lost respect for them, jealousy is disgusting.”

Interviewer: “Are you sure you want to say this about 2 big CEO’s?”

Y/N: “Yes, I’m not scared of them, I hope they realize how pathetic they are.”

Interviewer:“They could be reacting out of the inappropriateness of Daewoong’s post.”

Y/N: “Yeah, bullshit. You think the care about that? These rappers sing songs about bitches, sex, and money. They’re jealous. Please, if you have a problem with Kim Daewoong confront him. Don’t just post pictures of him and caption it ‘lol’, most of you rappers can find access to my number. Contact me, I’ll set up a meeting between the three of us and tell my boyfriend everything you’ve said online about him." 

You didn’t think the interviewer had anymore questions, and you felt anxious, so you said a quick thank you and goodbye then left. Swings told you not to pretend you don’t know Korean words to get out of an interview, but he never said you couldn’t leave because of anxiety. Remember, there is always away around the system.


Daewoong’s POV

Before Y/N left for her interview she told you to work go to the studio and work on some tracks. Since you were working on your diss (that Y/N knew nothing about), you decided this would be a good time to find which track suits it best. It only took you a couple minutes to figure out which track to choose, bad news is you’re going to use it. Y/N and you both made the track, and you’re assuming that once people find that out they’ll think Y/N agrees with the diss track. Good things come out of bad things, you thought. So, if any problems arise Y/N can just apologize, right.

You rethought your plan, you didn’t want to put Y/N in a mess, you decided just to claim the track as your own, and apologize to your girlfriend when she comes back. She’ll understand, the track was implicitly a love song to her. You got Nochang to help you with the recording, you even made sure to diss him and other members of JM. They were used to this from you so no feelings were hurt.

(I had to write this shit rap, I tried to write it in the way Blacknut raps, extremely inappropriate. It doesn’t rhyme, but that’s totally okay. I tried, this is why the story took so long to update, so my bad. Please don’t hate me, like I hated reading this rap as the next person.)


Your lips are aimed, but they all dry up as you wait in line to kiss my girlfriends ass.

Your arms are dislocated from latching on to her for so long,

let go you will never obtain her success.

Jealousy overflows you everyday, or maybe me.

Who cares?

Fuck you. Fuck all of you.

Yeah, I’m ugly and Beenzino is sexy, facts are facts.

But fuck you for saying I don’t deserve her.

You don’t deserve oxygen fucker, choke on air keep choking till I’m worthy.

You’ll end up calling me God when I save you from your last breath.

Fuck all you rappers, your mouths flow shit.

5 years were obvious you all knew,

I’m with her all the time,

yet I’ve seen you all try to get in Y/N’s pants,

I was at music video shootings and

I’ve seen you all redo takes just to do the kissing scene

Again, and again, and again.

You’ve seen my face, I’ve stared you down.

You’re on my death list.

Fuck all you rappers,

Fuck you Simon D,

Fuck you Crush,

Fuck you Zion.T,

And fuck you Kush,

Fuck you Dok2,

Fuck you JM

You desperate fame thirsty bastards

I may be scrawny but I’ll gets Swings fat ass too crush you

And Swings a big fuck you, Y/N isn’t your mother stop sucking the money out of her tits

Vasco your a pedo stop staring at her ass

Cjamm close your mouth a waterfalls pouring down

Nochang, stop crossing your legs when Y/N walks by

you might as well be honest when you’re extremely sex deprived

Giriboy, just because you wear sunglasses doesn’t mean I know where you’re staring

Fuck all you rappers

I read all the comments

I see all the post

You call me fucking ugly

You think this is a joke

I’ve loved her for 5 years

I know her more than you

Stop saying I’m not worthy

What the fuck do you think you can do?

Hurting my feelings, only makes Y/N care for me more and more

You’re the one hurting your image

Criticize me all you want but 

This is my game, and you will never win.


Y/N and Swings probably won’t appreciate this, but hey your Blacknut.

(sorry if this sucks and that it’s short, i rushed it because i promised it’d be out friday, and its saturday, very sorry. i didn’t really proof read it, so yet again my bad. also if the rap is to extreme and not necessary, my bad. i hope some will enjoy)

One More Time

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2,473

Warnings: Smut…and cursing! Metal Arm Kink because reasons.

Summary: Reader and Bucky like each other but they don’t know about the other’s feelings. One day when they are training, reader can’t stop “admiring” his arm. Smut happens!

A/N: I just felt like writing metal arm smut so ya. If you want part 2 let me know. Also, please tell me how my writing is!! Please…

Tagging @bovaria and @fvckingavengers because I dreamed a dream where my writing was actually not that bad and they might notice me…Notice me Senpais!!!

Update: Part 2

Originally posted by jamiebarnes

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