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Duality of Man

Request: Can u please write Yoongi + 18.? I dont really like pain but I know you can write it really beautifully and stories like that are needed too and I think this theme fit Yoongi a lot :) Thank you for your amazing work and dedication to your fans ♡

18) Two mini fics in one: The first time you see your bias. The last time you see your bias.

Member: BTS Yoongi x Y/N

Type: angst


The first time…

You moved slowly and carefully across the room, cautious not to drop the box you were holding. The records housed in your arms shifted back and forth haphazardly, causing you to cringe as you moved. The speakers above you bumped a new artist’s mixtape, just loud enough to catch your attention. You grooved along, allowing your footsteps to move in the same rhythm as the song surrounding you. Your hands became steady as you carried the heavy box, giving you the steps you needed. That’s why you loved working at a music store, it always gave you some flow.

You bent your knees, attempting to find the table about a foot below your grip. Your knuckles finally hit the wood surface just as noise erupted in the front half of the store. You furrowed your brows, dropping the box in surprise, and completely slammed your fingers. 

“Shit,” you hissed, sliding your fingers out, and instantly beginning to shake them in the air.  

You shuffled toward the entrance of the stock room, moving the beaded curtain to the side to glance out. A crowd was beginning to gather on the sidewalk, but nothing in the actual store seemed to be concerning. You caught the eye of the cashier who only shrugged. If she wasn’t concerned, you wouldn’t be either. 

You disappeared behind the curtain again and examined your fingers. You sighed, noticing one of your nails had begun to bleed. You groaned as you navigated to the bathroom and turned on the cold water. Immediately sticking your fingers beneath it, you were hoping for some form of relief. You cringed, a moan escaping your lips as the water stung the wounded area. 

“Damnit,” you hissed. “Son of a bitch. Mother f-”

You turned the corner out of the bathroom and halted as soon as you did. Your eyes grew wide as a light haired boy stared back at you, his own eyes panicked. Your froze, your fingers still in the air, midway to your mouth. He began to shake his head slowly, bringing a finger up to his mouth as a signal to remain quiet. 

You had several thoughts about the situation, most of them involving him being a burglar. 

But were burglars that attractive? 

Against your better judgement, you began to nod in return, waiting quietly in your spot. 

A soft roar began to emanate from the front of the shop, it’s small quarters were quickly being filled by potential customers. You made a move to join your coworker, but the strange man caught you by the wrist. 

“You don’t want to go out there,” he whispered huskily. 

You opened your mouth to respond, only to close it again as your coworker’s voice cut through the noise. 

“No, if you aren’t in here buying something, get the hell out! I don’t even know who the hell you’re looking for, but he’s not here!” your coworker shouted. “Out! Out! Shouldn’t you be in school? Do your parents know you’re here?” 

“Who are you?” you asked, furrowing your brows as you focused on the could-be burglar. 

“Not anyone worth knowing,” he hummed, exhaling a deep breath. He began to slide down the wall he was leaning against, plopping to the ground with a groan. 

You crouched beside him and let out a chuckle. “Apparently, you’re mistaken.” 

“My name is Min Yoongi,” he said after a moment. 

“Where are you from, Min Yoongi?” you smiled. 

“Daegu,” he nodded surely. 

“Then what are you doing in Seoul if you’re from Daegu?” you continued to pry. 

“Honestly, I don’t know anymore,” he sighed. “I do know that I am very, very tired.” 

“Are you going to force me to google you? Or are you going to give me the whole story?” you grumbled, finally falling to the floor next to him. 

He bit his lip, dropping his face in his hands. 

“I’m not sure who needs to take out the trash here, but it ain’t me,” your coworker grumbled, sticking her head through the beads. “I just handled a rabid bunch of tweens, so you can see him out.” 

“Right,” you nodded, taking a deep breath. “Give me a second.”

“No, give me now, help me pick up this mess,” she hissed. “Please and thank you.”

“She’s charming,” Yoongi muttered, sending a wary look over his shoulder. 

“I know after experiencing how polite I am, you’re shocked,” you grinned. “But in all earnesty, if you don’t at least tell me why you are on the run, I’m going to have to kick you out.” 

“I’m not a fugitive,” he sneered, squinting at your name tag. “Y/N.” 

“I wouldn’t know,” you said with a small shrug. “So let’s get you out of here.”

“My name is Min Yoongi,” he repeated again. “Min Yoongi.”

“I’ve heard,” you hummed, pulling yourself up. You gripped at the hood of his jacket and gave a light tug. “Come on, Min Yoongi.” 

“But I’m known by my stage names. Suga or Agust D,” he whispered, looking away from you. 

“Suga,” you said quietly, tilting your head. You searched your mind for the name. “Suga…suga…BTS Suga?” 

“BTS Suga,” he repeated with a small nod. 

“I heard your mixtape,” you grinned. “It wasn’t bad.” 

Yoongi let out a small scoff. “Gee, thanks.” 

“That’s a compliment from me,” you grinned. “I’m not easily impressed.” 

“Obviously,” he muttered. “They wrote an article about it for Billboard.” 

“They write something about you in XXL? Vibe?” you teased. 

He shot you a dirty look, but quickly grinned. “Do I look like Kendrick Lamar to you?” 

“Nah, cause I would have known if he was hiding in my stock room,” you grinned. You sat back down beside him and hit his knee with yours. “That is a pretty big deal though. I mean…I don’t have an article about me written by anyone at Billboard.” 

“Thanks,” he nodded, his smile fading to a smirk, but not disappearing. “I’ve worked hard.” 

“It shows, dozens of teen girls stampeded into this place for you,” you nodded. “I don’t think half of them even know what records are to be honest.” 

“I didn’t become a musician so I could hide,” he sighed.”Sorry, I don’t mean to take up your time. Who likes a stranger telling them their problems. I’ll just…uh…see myself out.” 

He moved to lift himself up, but you yanked his wrist back down again. “The best thing about venting to strangers is they have no preconceived bias about who you are. So I mean…you can hide in the stock room anytime.” 

Yoongi grinned and crossed his arms, searching your face for something you were unsure of. “Really?” 

“No,” you chuckled, sticking your tongue out at him. “Get the hell out of my store.” 

But really, it was only the beginning. 


In the end…

You moved slowly and carefully across the room, cautious not to drop the box you were holding. A portion of your life lived in that box and you didn’t intend on dropping it. Just because you had chosen to end that part of your life, did not mean it was not important to you. 

You shuffled through the silence, keeping your eyes cemented on Yoongi’s sleeping form. You were a coward, but you knew that. You never thought you would be the one sneaking away after an argument. 

The argument. 

The argument to end all arguments. 

When you and Yoongi were sitting on the floor in the stock room of the music store you had worked at, you had hearts in your eyes. As he vented to you about the woes of an idol and the duality of his personalities, you had listened with an attentive ear. 

You hadn’t realized how that would impact your possible future with Yoongi. 

But boy, did it. 

You had never intended on entering a relationship with him. You had never intended on being together for as long as you had. But as time passed, you learned more and more about the difference between work Suga and at home Yoongi. And you were tired. 

Just as tired as he was when you had first met. 

It was 2 a.m. when he had struggled in that evening. You had left nearly every light in the apartment on, anticipating his arrival for hours. You slept sitting up on the couch, ready to strike as soon as you heard keys in the door. 

Just because he was an idol, didn’t mean he got the pass to be an asshole. 

“Whoa, for a minute I thought you had forgotten where you lived,” you yawned, wiping the sleep from your eyes. 

“Can you not,” he grumbled. “It’s been a long day.” 

“No kidding!” you gasped. “I have those too, but I mean, you wouldn’t know because you aren’t around to see them.” 

“Look, don’t be a jerk,” he muttered. “Seriously, I’m not in the mood for it.” 

You bit your lip and took a deep breath in. So maybe you were being harsh. 

“You might not want to have this conversation right now,” you nodded. “But when are we going to have it, Yoongi?” 

He dropped his bag by the door and made his way to the couch, falling beside you. He went to place his head on your shoulder, but you quickly moved away. “Y/N,” he grumbled. “Why are you acting like this?” 

“The scary part is you think this came out of no where,” you whispered. “Why would I be acting like this?” 

“I’m guessing because I’m not home to cater to you,” he muttered. 

“Do you want to retry your choice of verb or are you going to leave it?” you asked, lifting your brows. 

“Seriously, what do you want from me? I’m tired. I told you that,” he hissed. “But please, let’s argue after the day I’ve had. I really appreciate it.” 

“After the day you’ve had, after the day you’ve had,” you repeated. “What about the day I’ve had, Yoongi? When do I get to peer out from behind your shadow?” 

“It’s not like that,” he sighed. 

“Then tell me what it’s like, please,” you nodded. “When we first met, you told me that your music was your first love. I understood. You told me that you had dual pieces to your personality. You had your stage presence, the person you were when you were working. Then you had your true self, Min Yoongi, the soft and considerate man I had in my heart. That part is a little bit harder to swallow.” 

“The man you have in your heart…” he whispered. “So you don’t love me as a whole?” 

“How am I supposed to?” you sighed. “When Suga of BTS literally is someone I’ve never gotten to know. I only know that he ignores me and picks just about everything over me.” 

“I told you that I was career driven,” Yoongi grumbled. “Before we ever got into this. I told you how it would be.” 

“And I was so in love with Min Yoongi that it didn’t even matter,” you said quietly. “I’m not saying you’re a bad person. I’m not saying your a bad boyfriend. All I’m saying is you could be more considerate. Suga could be more considerate.” 

“I’m one person,” Yoongi sighed. “And I’m sorry, Y/N…but I don’t plan on changing things. I can’t.”

“No matter how self destructive?” you croaked. “No matter how relationship damaging?” 

“Until I am ready to make a lifestyle change…I just can’t,” he whispered. “I’ll have to ask you to take it or leave it.” 

And you were leaving it. 

You slid one shoe on, followed by another, cringing as the floorboards beneath you creaked under your weight. Yoongi was a fairly heavy sleeper, so you weren’t really concerned about waking him. Heavy thoughts kept his head in the pillow, so it was your own paranoia driving the fear. 

You took your supporting hand from the box for a moment, digging in your back pocket to find the one last thing that tied you to Yoongi. 

Your key. 

You slid it from the denim and placed it lightly on the table near the door. You nodded to yourself as Yoongi shifted sleepily on the couch, but still not waking up completely. You bit your lip, attempting to keep the tears from falling, but failing miserably. 

You tugged open the door, not caring if it whined as you did. You hurried through the frame and shut it behind you, shutting this chapter of your life as well. 

You took the stairs by two, clinging to the buckling cardboard in your grasp as you moved like your life depended on it. You could make it back to your apartment in fifteen minutes if you walked quickly. Maybe in two or three blocks you could manage to calm down enough to call a cab. 

Hopefully you could burn off energy and guilt in the walk. 

You knew you were equally as fault. You didn’t want to work with Yoongi’s lifestyle just as much as he didn’t want to change it. Just because a man is an idol doesn’t make him any more or less of a human. And when it came down to it, if you had both grown unhappy in the relationship, it was time for it to end. 

You just wish you had been brave enough to leave while he was there. 

But as you went to bed that evening, he didn’t need to be told verbally. He knew you would be gone when he woke. 

You took a deep breath as you stood on the sidewalk below the building. You paused for a moment, closing your eyes to internalize what you were actually doing. You exhaled, chancing a glance to the windows above, and instantly felt a pang of regret instead. 

Yoongi’s silhouette stood firmly in the window, three floors up, in the same apartment where you had left him. He looked down at you, his pale hand pressed against the glass as a silent plea, 

You cleared your throat, trying to inhibit the whimper beginning to choke your breaths. You shook your head slowly, barely able to make out Yoongi through your tears. Shifting, you balanced the box again, and placed one foot before the other. You looked back down to it’s contents and then up to the street before you. 

This was over.

But really, it was only a new beginning. 

Originally posted by sugaa

D&D Curses

There are initially four different ways to use the Bestow Curse spell in D&D 5e. Those are as follows:

  • Disadvantage on ability checks and saves for one ability score
  • Disadvantage on attacks against you
  • WIS save or do nothing during a given round
  • +1d8 necrotic damage when you damage them

The spell normally lasts for a minute, but if cast with a 9th level slot, it lasts until dispelled, which is worth noting because the best curses last until dispelled. if cast with a 4th level slot, it lasts for 10 minutes. A 5th level slot is 8 hours. A 7th level slot is 24 hours. These all have their uses for creative players, but the best part of the spell by far is the encouragement to invent your own curses, which many players and DMs have taken as a challenge for their own creativity. So while it is certainly not new, it’s my turn to take a crack at it!

Unique Curses

* - A curse marked with an asterisk is a 9th-level only curse due to its powerful detriment or long-lasting nature. But who is to stop you from enchanting an innocuous item with such a curse?

  • Hair Growth/Loss: You are cursed to grow hair at a rapid rate for the duration of the curse or else lose all of your hair (it grows back after the curse ends).
  • Mute/Deaf/Blind: You are rendered either mute, deaf, or blind for the duration of the curse.
  • Forbidden Speech: You are cursed to never speak about a certain subject, topic, or word for the duration of the curse.
  • *Rapid Aging/Deaging: You are cursed to either age by one year each day, or to grow one year younger each day. After you reach your final day, you die.
  • *Phylactery: Your fate becomes tied to a creature or object. If the creature or object is slain/destroyed, you die as well.
  • Ugliness: You are cursed with horrible deformity for the duration of the curse. You have -5 on Persuasion checks and Deception checks for the duration and are easily noticed and shunned by most humanoids of any race.

image source: Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn

  • Possessed Limb: One of your limbs (usually an arm) acts on its own for the duration of the curse, usually attempting to harm its host, harm others, or sow chaos.
  • Petrified Limb: One of your limbs becomes petrified and is unable to be used for the duration of the curse. It could turn into any solid mineral like stone, iron, glass, salt, or gold. Any damage it takes is retained once the curse is lifted.
  • Funny Looking: For the duration of the curse, anyone who you attempt to communicate with bursts into uncontrollable laughter. This does not prevent hostile creatures from attacking you, but prevents them from speaking.
  • Lichsight: For the duration of the curse, you can see the spirits of the dead. Whether real or illusory, you cannot communicate with them and you must make a WIS saving throw each round or become frightened and run in a random direction or cower in place (50%/50%).
  • Butterfingers: Each round while the curse is active, you must make a DEX saving throw. On a failed save, you drop whatever you are holding and cannot pick up or hold anything for the rest of the round.
  • Forgetful: You have a tendency to forget things. During the curse, whenever new information is revealed to your character, you have a 50% chance to not be able to remember it, even after the curse has ended.
  • *Lady of Shalott: You are doomed to die if you ever lay eyes directly upon another being, and must therefore look at the world through a mirror and avoid direct sight of others. The difficulty of maneuvering a hand mirror or the necessity to close your eyes effectively makes you blinded while in combat, imposing disadvantage on attack rolls.
  • Stingy: During the curse, you must make a WIS saving throw whenever you intend to part with money. On a failed save, you opt not to spend your money on it. You cannot make another such save for the same purchase, even from a different seller.
  • Empty Coinpurse: You are compelled to buy things until all of your wealth has disappeared. You will even go so far as to barter your own goods once out of money. Whenever you find something for sale, you must make a WIS saving throw. On a failed save, you will do anything you can to attempt to purchase it or trade for it. Only if the seller refuses three times will you give up.
  • *Baleful Polymorph: You are transformed into a small creature or tiny animated object for the duration of the curse. You retain the ability to speak using a disembodied voice emanating from the creature or object, usually paired with animation like a moving mouth (if a creature) or a mouth-shaped part (if an object; like a book opening and closing its covers and such). You can move with a move speed of 10 ft. per round if an object.

image source: Star vs. the Forces of Evil 

  • Talking Tumor: You grow a tumor-like second head that can speak that embarrasses, berates, or otherwise annoys and inconveniences you. It has +6 for Persuasion, Deception, and Intimidation checks, helping it be a complete jerk.
  • Evil Aura: Plants within 15 ft. of you wilt and turn brown or gray and animals within 60 ft. feel afraid or threatened by you for the duration of the curse.
  • Bad Taste: Eating food or drinking water causes you to become poisoned for 1d6 hours, or for the duration of the curse.
  • Bad Luck: Whenever you have advantage for the duration of the curse, you instead have disadvantage.
  • *Prophecy: You become destined to die under certain circumstances. Whenever it is possible for those circumstances to be met, you must make a relevant saving throw (falling boulder? DEX save. Poisoned apple? CON save. etc.) or begin dying. The victim cannot be threatened by the curse more than once every 2d4 hours. The curse will take increasingly convoluted measures to try and make the prophecy come true the longer the curse lasts.
  • *Guardian: The victim is polymorphed into a hostile creature of CR 6 or less. The victim is given some sort of command like guarding a location or spreading suffering, and will continue to do so until the curse is lifted or they are slain. They revert to their regular form if they are slain. The victim cannot communicate and is hostile to all creatures. The creature becomes immune to the charmed condition.

image source: Sleeping Beauty by Henry Meynell Rheam

  • Slumber: You fall into a deep slumber and cannot be awoken until the curse is lifted.
  • Eternal Rest: If slain while under the curse, you cannot be resurrected by any means even after the curse fades.
  • Phantasm: You believe that you have been polymorphed into a small creature (like a toad or chicken) and act as such for the duration of the curse.
  • Unquenchable Thirst/Hunger: You feel eternally hungry and thirsty. You must make a WIS saving throw whenever you encounter food or drink, no matter how dangerous or questionable it might be (swamp water, obviously poisoned food, moldy bread, etc.). On a failed save, you consume it.
  • *Obedience: Whenever someone you can understand issues a verbal command to you while you are cursed, you are compelled to obey. You may attempt a WIS saving throw to resist a given command for one minute.

Hold your tongue! (Ella Enchanted)

  • Magical Immunity: You become immune to nonharmful spells for the duration of the curse. Spells cast by enemies or damaging spells still affect you, but healing spells and buffs do not.
  • Unhealing Wound: A wound you have will never heal. Your maximum hit points are reduced by 2d4+the caster’s spellcasting modifier. This curse cannot reduce a creature’s health to 0 in this way.
  • *Wandering: While under the effects of the curse, you are compelled to wander. Each day at dawn, you must leave and never return to the same city/town or 2.5 mile radius (if in the wilderness).
  • *Deadly Descendants: All of your descendants are cursed to kill their birth parents, whether intentionally or not.
  • *Lonliness: You are cursed to die alone. Anyone you become romantically close to or close friends eventually leaves or dies or meets a horrible fate.
  • *Gargoyle: You are petrified during the daytime and return to normal at night for the duration of the curse.
  • Voyager: You cannot set foot on dry land for the duration of the curse, taking 1d6 psychic damage each round that you do.

Removing Curses

Yes, there’s always a Wish spell or a Remove Curse spell, but I often believe that if any cleric can remove a curse it undercuts the drama of the punishing spell. Instead, use an alternative way to remove the curse. Most of it depends on how the curse was placed and the reasoning behind it. For instance, if you refuse to give a gypsy shelter from the cold in your luxurious castle, you might get transformed into a beast until someone falls in love with you. Here are some ways that one could feasibly break a curse (if the situation allows).

  • Give back an item that was stolen from the caster
  • Complete a quest or mission for the caster
  • Kill the caster
  • Pass the curse onto someone else (through some deliberate means like a handshake or kiss or losing a wager)
  • Seek out a powerful extraplanar being
  • Seek out special magical ingredients for a cure
  • Find a loophole in the wording of the curse (either through tricky wording or by finding a liminal loophole. “No man of woman born” could exclude a man born by C-section. “Neither day nor night” could exclude twilight)
  • Change your alignment (an evil or chaotic character learns to be good or lawful.)
  • Change your ideal or traits after learning some sort of lesson
  • Overcome one of your flaws.
  • Let the curse run its course instead of fighting it.
  • Find true love/True love’s kiss etc.
  • Prove your worth to the caster
  • Atone for past sins
  • Selflessly risk your life for someone else
  • Convert a creature to worshiping the caster’s deity
  • Avenge the caster

image source: Disney’s Beauty and the Beast (1991)

Feel free to use this list and add to it your own ideas for curses! There are so many possibilities that it’s never out of the question to find a new curse that uses arbitrary magical rules to drive the plot of a story. I guess that makes curses the sitcoms of the fantasy world.

RFA coming home to an MC who woke up panicking/ crying from a nightmare and didn’t know that they left while she was asleep??

Time to pour all of my inner angst into this


Yoosung:

  • It felt so surreal
  • It felt so…terrifying
  • You saw everything so vividly
  • There he was, the damn hacker from several months ago, holding Yoosung within his grasp and in the other hand, a knife
  • “Maybe I’ll take both this time…” he manically laughed at you with that same twisted grin on his face
  • And with that, you were forced to witness the knife raise to blind your lover, one eye at a time
  • You were forced to hear the deafening pleads for you to save him, and yet you never moved
  • Right before the knife touched the second eye to be blinded, your body jolted up to wake you from your nightmare
  • In the panic, your mind hasn’t yet registered that in this reality, Yoosung was fine
  • “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” fell shakily from your lips over and over
  • Realizing that Yoosung was gone, you cried out for him
  • But nobody came
  • It was only a few minutes later that you hear a door closing and frantic footsteps going towards the sobbing noises
  • Yoosung immediately laid you back down and held you tight in his arms
  • “You’re okay,” you sobbed into his neck, “You’re okay.”
  • “Everything’s alright, I’m here, MC, I’m here,” he soothed
  • Needless to say, neither of you were leaving the bed anytime soon

Jaehee:

  • The events played out just like when you were crushing on Jaehee and it felt so, so real, it was like reliving the memories
  • You have been Jaehee’s bestfriend and closest friend this whole time, and it was the night where you finally decided to confess how you felt to her
  • The confession was said word for word just like you did before
  • But your face fell when you saw her discomforted look
  • “I’m sorry, MC, it’s just…I don’t like you in that way, I thought you wanted to be my friend,” her eyes fell to her feet as she awkwardly shuffled, “I think it’s best if we stopped seeing eachother outside of RFA business.” and with that, she walked away
  • Did…she think that you were her friend just because you wanted to get with her?
  • You would have been fine with just being her friend, but she thought that that wasn’t all you wanted from her
  • And now she’s gone
  • Your eyes snapped open, but you didn’t have the energy to sit up, so you pulled the blanket over your head and cried
  • Time passed and the bedroom door opened to the sound of a concerned voice, “MC, are you on here?”
  • Your crying was a clear indication and she sat down on the bed with you
  • Mama Baehee scooped you into her arms and rocked you slowly, hushing you, and soothing your fears away

Zen:

  • Your worst fear was coming true
  • Zen had finally risen to stardom, but that wasn’t the bad thing per se
  • His ego rose as he forgot about you more and more, and eventually he sat you down for a talk
  • “You’ve changed, MC…I don’t think you can give me what I want anymore.”
  • You froze, tears bubbling up in your eyes as he continued, “I just…don’t think I love you anymore.”
  • Upon saying that as if it were nothing, you felt a very sharp jolt of pain sting your heart and it hurt so, so badly
  • Immediately you bolted awake and fell off of the couch, onto the floor, and proceeded to cry 
  • The deafening voice in your mind tried telling you otherwise
    ‘Zen wouldn’t do this, Zen wouldn’t do this, Zen wouldn’t do this’
  • Of course he did, that’s why he’s gone, right?
  • When the front door closed shut to the sound of Zen calling out, “Babe~ I’m home~”, he immediately noticed the strained whimpers and your curled up form on the floor
  • He wasted no time dropping his things to hurriedly hold you, “Did someone hurt you?”, his tone of voice was on the verge of sounding angry
  • “N-no,” you managed to whisper, “Just a bad dream…a really bad dream. I dreamt that you didn’t love me anymore…”
  • Once the tears began bubbling up again, he cradled you into his lap and pressed kisses everywhere from your neck to your forehead
  • “I’ll never stop loving you, princess,” he softly said before finally pressing a gentle kiss upon your lips
  • And before you knew it, a quiet song was lulling you back into a more peaceful slumber

Jumin:

  • “We’re sorry to inform you that the plane that Mr. Han was on has crashed. Our condolences for your loss.”
  • You said nothing, obviously still in shock
  • This…this wasn’t real, this can’t be happening
  • Jumin always paid for the safest and most luxurious flights, how could the engine have malfunctioned? There was…no way he was dead. He said he would come home. He wouldn’t lie to you. Jumin always came back.
  • Jumin always came back
  • Your hand, pale from clenching onto your phone so hard, was thrown harshly against the wall across the room along with a loud scream from you, the device now donning cracks all over the screen
  • Loud scream crying echoed through the empty house and your knees gave out under you
  • Even with Elizabeth cuddling up in your lap, the penthouse still felt far too empty without him
  • Suddenly you were jolted upward, heavily panting and tears still running down your face
  • The first thing you noticed was the lack of a body next to you on the bed, and your loud sobbing resumed 
  • A loud thud came from another room, and a disheveled looking Jumin barged into the room, “What happened?!” judging where the thud came from, he must’ve been in his office
  • You quietly uttered ‘nightmare’ and that was all he needed to hear before slipping into bed next to you
  • His arms wrapped tightly around you and the sound of his beating heart were all you needed to feel to know that he was still there with you

707:

  • Nightmares came often to you
  • They were really about anything that could traumatize you
  • Today’s nightmare looped you back when Saeyoung was pushing you away, but instead of eventually softening up, it got worse
  • He constantly ignored you, snapping at you more often and more harshly compared to what happened in reality
  • Your stubbornness would not relent, having you stand there and take whatever words he threw at you
  • It wasn’t until phrases like, “I never cared about you!”, “You’re a waste of time.”, “I’ll never love someone like you.” started spewing out of his mouth
  • “Why am I even bothering with you?”
  • You sobbed as Saeyoung gave up, packing his things early and leaving out the door without so much as a single word
  • It was like a timeskip had happened when you woke up in bed and realized that Saeyoung wasn’t there
  • He left you
  • You began to cry once again, body shaking furiously and air becoming very difficult to breathe
  • It seemed like an eternity had passed when the bedroom door was nearly dehinged by a frantic looking Saeyoung
  • His eyes landed on your panicked form and immediately enveloped himself around you, as if he was a shell of protection
  • You were barely able to form words, but he knew that another bad nightmare had plagued you
  • “Shhhh…I’m never going to leave you, I love you, you hear me? I love you so, so much.”
SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

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A/N: Okay ya’ll there is at least going to have to be a part 2 to this because it’s getting so long. I’ve had this idea brewing for a while, so let me know what you think! (And watch for part 2 later this week)


You stepped out of the elevator, your bright lapis blue suede high heels clicking softly with each step. You were wearing the usual on top – a fitted black dress, as was dress code. Today, your dress had triangular shaped mesh cut outs. Might as well go out with a bang, you thought whilst dressing yourself this morning. Your gold necklace continued to bounce with each step you took as you approached the corner that would take you directly past the boss’s office.

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It’s never too late to want to see what life could offer, to look forward each day, to live, and to make the best out of your time. It’s never too late to listen to your passion, to find out where it wants you to be, to let it consume you, and to let it make you happy. It’s never too late to step out of your comfort zone, or even to find out what your comfort zone actually looks like if you don’t know yet. It’s never too late to do and try new things and to drop what’s been holding you down. Do not let the amount of time you’ve spent suffering in the dark make you believe that you don’t deserve to see and finally live in the light. You are out of the darkness for a reason–trust it and find out what it is.
—  Irally Cariaso, Never Too Late
Accidentally Exposed - Josh Dun Smut

A/N: Thank’s for 500, here’s a long ass Josh Dun smut to celebrate.

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Pairing: Josh Dun x Reader

Type: Smutty smut

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Blood, nudes, sex, the fun stuff

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“I understand,” you say through gritted teeth. “Thank you for the consideration.” 

You push the end button and throw your phone onto the carpet of your apartment frustratedly, wanting to scream but also crawl under the covers and cry your eyes out.

You were a newly graduated student from a photography college and had big dreams to have your own photography company, but that wasn’t going so well to say the least. Right out of college, you moved straight to the heart of California, hoping to land as much as an internship with a company. Your resume was online and on many websites, but you barely got offered jobs, to which you weren’t even interested in. And when you applied to companies, you were rejected. Since you had to pay the bills, you had landed a job as a bartender, earning less than minimum wage to pay for your rent. You were past the state of angry and sad. You were loosing hope and money at rapid pace. 

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Ever think about what needy Harry would be like? Like after he’s just returned home from a long tour or the set of his latest film and he can’t get enough of your snuggles, cuddles, and kisses. 

It’s most apparent in the mornings when he wakes up super happy, all smiles for his girl, because he can’t believe that after so many long, lonely nights he’s finally got you back right next him.  

And he just can’t help but stare at you while you sleep. He’s mesmerized by the little tug at your eyebrow and small frown on your lips when something displeases you in your dreams. He’s satisfied that the slight brush of his fingers against the skin of your stomach eases the displeasure and allows a more serene look to overtake your features. But you stir not long after and catch him staring, causing him to get a bit shy and bury his face in his hands. 

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Breeding Time.

Hi guys! It’s Raphaëlle talking! Hope you were good to Santa this year. But in all honestly, I preferred you when you’re naughty ;)

Submission of Thunder-Banger 

Disclaimer: Smut. Breeding kink. Daddy kink. Swearing. If you are a prude, you’ll may want to scratch your eyes out.

Words : 2537

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Imagine, you just got out of Belle Rêve and he wants to put a baby up your belly. 

 *** 

It was 00h37 when you arrived at J’s house. Tiredness was dripping from all the pores of your skin. Escaping Belle Rêve was harder than you thought it would be. At some point you even stop believing it was possible. Guards were surrounding you from everywhere, Mr J’s men were all getting killed. 

At some point, it was sure in your head that you were going back into your cage tonight, an helicopter came out of nowhere and drop you a rope. Holding you firmly by your waist, J hoisted the both of you up to safety, bullets charging at you from everywhere. 

 The helicopter drop you off when you were in a safe perimeter. A car was waiting for you. You climbed in it while J killed the pilot. You were happy to see that he thought of bringing you clothes to changes. You went in the backseat so you had more place to change before going back in the front. You pulled down the window and pitched the orange uniform as hard as you could.

 It took 15 hours of driving before arriving at J’s house. 15 hours of driving in pure silence. He wasn’t saying a word, you weren’t either.

 When the Rover pulled up the entry of the mansion, the sun was beginning to go down, J told you to not wait for him, that he’ll be back later in the night. You didn’t ask any questions, you didn’t have the force to, and even if you had your brain wouldn’t have registered his answer. 

 You climbed off the vehicle, and went directly inside, to your room, more precisely, while you heard him putting the car on reverse and leaving the manor. Getting out of your stained blood clothes, you slipped yourself under the cover of the bed you share with J. 

 The smooth mattress under you felt so good after the year you passed slipping on the floor that you can’t help yourself: as soon as your head touch the pillow, you fell asleep. 

 *** 

 You were put out of your sleep, maybe some hours later, you didn’t know, by a sticky and hot substance that was running down your cheeks. You were laying down on your side by the window, so the sticky stuff was going all over your lips. 

 Still light-headed and not really sure of what was happening, you just ran your tongue over your lips. When the viscous substance touched your taste buds, you knew exactly what it was. You opened your eyes immediately and raised yourself up. You turn yourself on the left side and come face to face with J, who had is hard-purplish meat in between is hand. 

 Cum

 His torso was raising up and down in a fast speed, his eyes closed and a little smile tucking his lips softly. His boxer were only down at the middle of his thighs. Humidity was starting to make its way into your panties, but you shook your head, furious. 

 “What the fuck J!” 

 When your voice reach is ears, his blue eyes finally come into sight. 

 “What? I had blue balls for almost a year, I needed little relief.” 

 “But were you really obligated to cum on my motherfucking cheek?! I was finally having a good damn night of sleep!” You said, rage spilling out of you. 

 “I jacked off so often to your pictures that they are all ruined now.” 

 “Oh please, you’re worse than a fucking teenager.” 

 “Don’t speak like that to me. You never complained before.” 

 “J, I just spend 9 fucking months in jail sleeping on the goddamn floor. Is it too hard to ask from you to just leave me alone for one goddamn night? Just cum into your fucking pillow.” 

 Suddenly, your cheeks were caught in his right hand, putting your mouth awkwardly forward. His eyes were getting cloudy with anger. He was slowly gritting his teeth, the metal of it making a sound that gave you goosebumps all over. 

 “Listen to me you little brat. You are not allowed to speak to me on that tone. You are not allowed tell what to do with my fucking dick. If I want to mark you like a fucking dog who mark a tree by pissing on it, I’ll fucking do it. Do you understand?” He was so calm compared to his eyes, it was scary. You didn’t want to answer. 

 “ANSWER!” He screamed. 

 “Y-yes, J.” 

 “J? Wow, they really had fun with you in there, hey? So much you forget who I was. I should give you a spanking for that. But I’ll give you one more chance. Yes-who?

 You didn’t want a spanking. At least, not tonight. 

 “Yes, Daddy.” 

 He gave you a smile. You gave him one in return.

 “Good girl. Now undress and get on your hands and knees.” 

 You smile slowly faded to an uncertain look. 

 “What, but Daddy I did everything you asked!” 

 He gave you a malicious smile. He just win a hiding game he had been playing. 

 Knowing that if you didn’t do it, the consequences would’ve been worse, you did what you were told. Getting out of bed, the coldest of the room came rushing at you, making the hair of your arms raising. Your back was facing him so you couldn’t see the expression on his perfect face when you pull up your shirt, revealing your braless torso. You began to slowly slide down your burgundy velour short along with your lilac laced panties. 

 You turned on your heels, coming face to face with Mr. J, whose eyes was eating you alive. You could see the lust in them, the desire to swallow you in one shot. His cock had already took a deep red color and was able to support itself by its own. 

 Some liquid was already showing at the tip and you couldn’t help yourself at the sight: you squeezed your thighs to get some friction. Its only when you did that that you realised how wet you were. You could feel it running shamelessly down your legs. A deep shade of pink appeared and colored all of your face. You hided yourself behind your (h\c) hair. 

 “Don’t be shy baby. You weren’t before you left.” 

 You stay still. 

 “What? You became a prude in there? Your baby hole got closed up? You sucked a dick to deep you busted your vocal cords?” 

 You bite your lips at his obscene words. 

 “You like that? You like thinking about another’s dick deep in your throat? Hum? You like that little slut?” 

 “I-I only like your cock, Daddy.” You affirmed. 

He show you his metal teeth. 

 “Good girl. Now on the bed. It’s time for your punishment.” 

 Without missing a beat, you go on the bed, on your hands and knees, putting your ass facing him and a little bit higher than the rest of your body, to make it seems more enticing. You can feel the bed moving under you and you know exactly that J is moving to try to get the best angle for your spanking. 

 His rough hands are suddenly touching the bare skin of you ass. A good goosebumps make all of the hair on your body raised up in excitement. You could feel the coldness of his golden bracelets travel behind his hands. 

 “You know why I am punishing you babygirl?” He ask, the roughness of his voice showing up. 

 “Because I have been a bad girl to my Daddy.” 

 “You are right baby. That little mouth of yours put you in trouble. I thought I educated you better than that.” 

 “I’m sorry Daddy…” 

 “Being sorry won’t save you baby girl.” 

 Then come the first slap. It sound echoed in the room along with my hiss. He messaged it for a while before hitting the same spot even harder. The same pattern kept going for a while: hit, massage, hit harder, hit, massage, hit harder… You were a moaning mess at the end, and you couldn’t feel your ass.

 “You can’t imagine how much I love the sight of your ass all red and ready.

 You can feel his fingers sliding down carefully towards your wet folds. You moaned when you felt his big finger splitting your lips apart to give him a better look. 

 “That’s it baby, make your little pussy cry me a river.” He said while putting a finger inside of you. 

 You could feel your walls trying to suck it in, recognising it right of the bat. Your pussy was squeezing his finger so hard that when he tried to retract it, a sound of suction could be heard. It’s like if your pussy didn’t to be left without him. 

 Of course you were used to getting something in it every day. Before getting your ass into Belle Rêve, you always had his daddy stick up your tight cunt. 

My, my, my baby, you’re so fucking tight it almost hurt!” 

 Another finger was added to the equation. You bite the sheets under you, muffling the sounds of your moans at the same time. Your daddy’s fingers were hammering inside of you. And you could hear the sound of slapping flesh all around you. 

 Suddenly, you were on your belly, face to face with him. His fingers were shot down your throat without warning, making you chocked over the surprise. You started to swirl your tongue around, the taste of your juice all over your mouth. Soon enough, his fingers were replaced by his tongue. Your wet muscle was dancing with his for a couple minutes, spit falling down of your mouth at how sloppy the kiss was. 

 "You know what baby? I think I found a better way to show people who you belong to.“ 

 ”What is it daddy?“ You asked, in a baby voice.

 His big blue eyes was on you the all time he was lowering his head so his mouth could be at the level of your ear. His fingers were moving all around your body, pinching your nipples at some point, which made you trembled. 

 ”I’m going to breed that little cunt of yours.“ He whispered. You cried out in ecstasy as your hands grabbed a hold of the covers on your bed as his ginormous cock entered your tight little pink pussy.

 You could hear his moans of pleasure as his dripping cock head pushed against the wet, tight walls of your cunt. 

 ”Fuck yeah, suck daddy’s meat with your tight little cunt. Make me feel good babygirl.“ 

 He started moving slowly inside you, breaking the tight suction of your hole around the thickness of his cock. He started to move faster as your moans begin to be louder and louder, working his cock completely in and out of your little cunt. 

 “Mm… that’s it, little pussy, grab onto my cock. Make me fuck it harder.” 

 J grunted with every thrust into your little pussy. His balls popping against your clit over and over slowly turning your pussy into a lake of wetness. Your moans turned into screams ad you knew that if anybody were to be in the house, they would perfectly heard you. 

 He dug his fingers once more into your hips, pulling you into his hard thrust. He could feel his gut twisting in pleasure inside of him. It was so good, so good. It was making his balls tighten with every stroke. He was about to breed his babygirl. 

 ”Fuck, I can’t wait to put my fucking baby inside you.“ 

 You could feel your muscle started to cramp over the movement of in and out of his meat inside of you. Sweat was dripping all over his face. You lift yourself up to wipe it with your tongue. J moaned at your action. You smiled, proud to make him feel so good. But you were rapidly pull back into the bed by his hand that was now wrapped around your tiny neck. 

 He used his grip as leverage, his cock slapping inside you harder than ever. The smell of your sweet cunt cream scented the air around him and made him go totally insane. He put every muscle he had into pushing as deep as he could into you, to push as far up into your belly as he could get and breed your little hole with his potent seed. 

 ”Oh god, daddy! You’re gonna make me cum with your long, big stick!

 Your pussy clenched down on his dick like a vice, making it close to impossible for him to withdraw. Suction noises was flying in the air as he kept pounding into you. You were still trembling underneath him. 

 You could tell he was close to cum. 

 ”C'mon you little fucking cunt. Milk me. Fuck!“ 

 When his orgasm hit he screamed. It felt like his cock was exploding inside your sucking walls, milking the seed from his swollen balls into waiting womb to breed you. He dived as deeply as he could into you. Again and again he stabbed his meat into you forcing your womb to opened up against the head of his cock. 

 “Fuckkkkk yeah… swallow it… little pussy,” he hunched his cock against your womb with every spurt. 

 “Swallow all of Daddy's… hot seed,” he grunted, shaking as he forced the head tight against your cervix and held it there, letting the last drops leak into your opening. Allowing your womb to suckle on the tip, trying to draw every drop from his potent cock. 

 “God damn… suck it… suck it,” he moaned before finally collapsing on top of you as his softening cock fell out of your pussy with an obscene slurp. 

 Your chest was falling heavily as you tried to regulate your respiration. You gently passed your hand into his green hair, kissing his temple sweetly. He raised his head that was currently burried beside your neck and kissed you slowly. 

 “You took all of Daddy’s big cock, little girl,” he murmured against your lips, pecking it once. 

 “And Daddy is really proud of his babygirl,” he pecked it once again. 

 "Nobody will ever take you away from me now.“ He said, rubbing your belly who will soon be the home of somebody else.

My Prince

Ivar x deaf!Reader

There is simply not enough Ivar fluff out there to satisfy my thirst

Originally posted by smiletotheshadow


You played with the daisies you had picked up, starting to braid them together carefully as you laid in your lover’s lap. Ivar sighed, shaking his head while smiling and playing with your soft hair. He couldn’t help but stare at you - you looked so beautiful when you were relaxed. “Y/N” he muttered softly, but quickly caught himself as he realized you weren’t looking at him. He often forgot of your condition. You were born deaf, but you soon learned to read lips. From a young age you were excluded from most child games, as you couldn’t orientate yourself as well as the others, and the other kids did not have the patience to talk slowly enough for you to understand. That’s how you found yourself often sitting beside Ivar, the crippled boy who stared longingly at his running brothers. Your friendship seemed to have no choice but blossom, and turn into something more beautiful. You relied on each other, understood and loved each other in a way no one could. He was your ears, always on the lookout and keeping you safe.

You smiled at the memory, clenching the daisies you were holding closer to your chest. You couldn’t help but remember your first kiss. An alarm rang through Kattegat, while you were alone in your house, preparing a meal for your mother. You didn’t hear anything, and naturally you were not aware that your village was under attack. You had jumped when you felt a hand suddenly grab your ankle, shaking it violently enough for you to drop the egg you were holding. Panicked, you turned around quickly, ready to defend yourself when you saw Ivar. His face was red and his eyes were wild – large and filled with panic. 

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Jason

Batmom Series #1

Warnings: death, depression, mention of drowning

Word Count: 1136

Note: I have so many exciting plans for my Batmom series, but I wanted to start with this one that tugs at the heartstrings ~ K

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Your head was submerged under the water of the shower, as you hoped it would drown out the sounds of the world. You wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between your tears and the water. It had been a while since you let yourself cry over what had happened and you only let yourself in the safety of your shower. You remembered it like yesterday.

“Y/N….” Bruce said warily as he came back with a body in his arms.

“Bruce who is that?” you asked afraid of the answer yourself.

“Y/N.”

With just the sound of your name leaving his lips you knew exactly who it was. The world collapsed around you as Bruce set your son on the table, and you cried out for him. The pain was indescribable; like someone had ripped away the gravity from your world. Blood-curdling screams dragged out between hyperventilated breaths, and Bruce shed tears from the sound of you. He had come over to put his arms around you as the two of you sobbed and mourned for the death of your child.

Everyone knew that you were different, the hollow look in your eyes, and the lack of true smiles that stretched on your face. The funeral had been one of the hardest days of your life, as you depended on Dick and Bruce as your life support.

“Mom I’m right here,” Dick said as he fell into your embrace. You cried as you held onto him; the only son of yours right now, and held tightly. “I’m not going anywhere.”

When Bruce brought home Tim and Damian, you accepted them with open arms and they became your next two sons. You loved them both every bit as much as you did Jason, but a part of you would always be missing.

It was one day when Bruce and Dick had just gotten home from chasing after a new crimelord that went by Red Hood. You were coming back from restocking bandages when you heard a quiet and rushed conversation between Dick and Bruce that made you stop for a second to listen.

“We have to tell mom,” Dick whispered harshly to Bruce.

“No it will absolutely destroy her and we’re not sure yet.’

“She has the right to know, it’s not fair to her or anyone else. Don’t get me wrong, she is a good mom to Damian and Tim, but you and I both know that she has never been the same since him.”

“We can NOT tell Y/N Dick.”

“Tell me what?” you asked as you emerged from the shadows of the Batcave, holding the bandages that you had gathered for Bruce. ‘What is going to ‘absolutely destroy’ me?” you asked with air quotes and emphasis on their repeated conversation.

“Dick…” Bruce warned as you could see Dick start to open his mouth to say something to you.

“I’m sorry mom,” Dick said in response to the light warning.

That was all that was said that night that left you with a million questions popping in your mind. What could Bruce be hiding from you that Dick wanted to tell you so badly? And what on Earth did it have to do with Jason? It wasn’t until a couple days later that you would find out.

Bruce had gone out again and by now it seemed like everyone knew, except for you. You were in the Batcave cleaning when you got curious as to what was on Bruce’s computer; it was seemingly analyzing something. It wasn’t your fault that the sequence was finished and you saw what it was. A loud bang filled the cave as you dropped what you were holding, seeing what it read.

Red Hood, the new crimelord running Gotham is your son. Your son, the one that died in an explosion caused by the Joker.

“You weren’t supposed to see that Miss,” Alfred said from behind you as he had come to see what the loud sound was.

“He knew and didn’t tell me,” you whispered to yourself. “He knew and didn’t let anyone tell me.”

“I’m sure Master Bruce had his reasons.”

“Reasons to not tell me that my son is alive?!” you raised your voice, immediately regretting it as it was Alfred.

“Y/N I had my reasons,” Bruce said hearing the tail end of your conversation with Alfred. “He’s not the same Y/N. He’s running the drug game.”

“I don’t care he’s my son. And Dick was right I had a right to know. You didn’t have the right to keep this from me, Bruce,” you told him as you walked up to him indignantly.

“I’m sorry it was for your own good.”

After a bit of silence, you finally said, “I want to see him.”

“That’s not a good idea.”

“I wasn’t asking,” you replied still upset that Bruce had kept something of this nature from you.

It had been several weeks since the last conversation you had with Bruce about Jason. You had watched as he and his father battled on top of the building that he had kept Joker in. You had seen all the headlines as people began to recognize him for working outside the law to clean up Gotham; for doing what Batman wasn’t able to. You had seen it all but you never expected to come into the Batcave and see him standing there in his new get-up. You walked up to him and put a hand to his new helmet.

“Jason…”

He flinched away from your touch a bit and didn’t reply.

“Please…just…let me see that you’re real,” you begged him as tears welled in your eyes.

He sighed but reluctantly pulled off his helmet. It was undeniable that he was Jason. He had aged since the last time you had seen him of course, but you could recognize your son anywhere.

You held your breath and hesitantly put your hand up to his face, and rubbed your thumb across his cheek ever so slightly.

“Hi Ma,” he finally said breaking the silence that had filled the air since he had gotten rid of his helmet.

Tears fell from your cheeks as he grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. He had grown so much and was taller than you, and you could feel his own tears falling onto your head.

“I missed you so much Ma, you have no idea.”

Bring It Back - Part Two (Smut)

A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking this story so well, it really warms my heart and I’m so grateful. I really hope this lives up to your expectations, like I’m actually dead nervous you won’t like it. I would love feedback on it, it would make my day.
Also just need to say a massive thank you to my precious twinny @illuminateshawn​, who’s always there to read tiny pieces and give me feedback. You are so precious to me, thank you!

Word count: 6,502

March 4 th 2017
Pickering, Canada

You bit your lip as you waited for a response from Shawn. A minute passed by, then two, then three, four, five….

Half an hour later and then you just stopped counting after that.

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Mine, All Mine

Pietro X Reader

request: (thanks! @incoherent-smiles ) hi! I saw that you’re taking requests and I’d love to make one! How about a Pietro x Reader, they get into a fight because he sees somebody flirting with Reader (Tony, maybe?).Full of angst, ending in Pietro teaching reader a smutty ‘lesson’ (if you know what I mean ;) ) also, DADDY!PIETRO. pretty sure he has a daddy kink

a/n: hi guysss! my drabbles and one shots have gotten quite a bit of attention and I’m so thankful! I couldn’t keep a smile off of my face. Please know that requests ARE open and that I’m pretty much willing to write anything! thank you all again :)

warnings: there’s some language, some drinking, and some sexy time! nothing too bad, but it is definitely smutty. bare with me, smut isn’t my strongest point! sorry if that isn’t your taste. more fluff to come! xoxo *not my gif*

Originally posted by fiveroses

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My Queen

Drabble Prompt: “I am no longer a princess. Now, I am a queen.“   

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Requested by: @shadowpriestess6


“Sammy…”

“Sammy!”

Dean swears under his breath, watching the scene before him. He keeps trying to get his brother’s attention but it’s obviously not working.

“I’ll text your stupid ass then.” Dean growls as he watches your drunk frame dance on top of the library table.

Library. NOW!

Dean doesn’t know how it happened but you’re ridiculously drunk. A lot more than usual. At first, seeing you prance around in a crop top and boy shorts was pretty hot.

It was funny seeing you dance to a shitty pop song you’ve been blaring throughout the bunker. But now it’s just getting on his damn nerves.

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fam(ily) - four | pkjm

parent!au: park jimin
A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own.
word count: 2,652
genre: fluff// future angst? ??
warnings: explicit language

one | twothree | four | five

[A/N]: i wrote this in one sitting so i APOLOGIZE for any typos bc i know they’re going to be a lot of them

Originally posted by jiyoongis


“That was their mother’s aunt. Don’t worry about it, (Y/N).” Jimin rubbed the back of his neck out of nervousness. He tried to smile to reassure you that things were going to be fine, but he could hardly get himself to.

You stepped towards him and hugged him. Your wet hair clung against his shirt, soaking through the cloth. His familiar sweet strawberry scent hit his nose, but for some reason, it smelled better on you. He pulled you in closer, to the point where your torsos were touching and your warmth from the shower wrapped him as well.

Jimin has never felt such serenity in his life. Embracing you calmed his waters, like all his worries suddenly vanished. That was what you did. You did that, his solace. 

You pulled away and merely blinked at him. He couldn’t read your expression — possibly a mixture of emotions. Confusion. Compassion. Sympathy. You were searching him, finding any way to understand what had happened. “Bad blood?”

“Something like that.” Jimin shrugged, dropping eye contact and still holding you in his arms. He was afraid to let go, thinking you might never come back to him.

“I won’t push it.” You smiled. That incredible, infamous smile. You didn’t need the explanation, you just simply understood and he loved it. He wouldn’t know how to tell you, maybe when the time was right. “I got your shirt wet..”

He looked down at his white tee and laughed at the water patches. Jimin grabbed the ends of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He was use to walking around the house without a shirt, so it didn’t occur to him how strange it may have been for you. His eyes landed on your bright pink cheeks — a notable signature that you had — and your wide eyes.

“You’re really cute.” He chuckled, and pinched your hot cheek lightly. He walked to his room to grab another shirt, leaving you stunned at him in his living room.


You had moved back into your apartment and Kim was finally back. You weren’t sure how many more days you could last without strangling Ingrid. Your uncle’s vitals were stable and he was recovering quickly. Kim was glad she was back too. 

She was back on her feet after two hours of settling back in, it was extraordinary. You aspired to be someone like her. She was admirable and you were proud to be related to such a strong woman. 

You and Jimin contacted frequently after you moved out, he texted you often and invited you over for dinner almost every night. After leaving the small family, you realized how much you missed them.

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♡ Preferences #3: How the guys react if you’ve died/been fatally injured - REQUESTED ♡

            ♡ How the GoT men react if you’ve died/been fatally injured ♡    

                                                         (requested)

Y’ALL I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS THIS IS NOT OKAY

Jon Snow: Jon Snow would be completely distraught, refusing to accept that you’ve died/are dying. He would hold you close and cry in the crook of your neck, refusing to let you go. He ignores anyone saying things like “He/She’s in a better place now”, or “You have to let him/her go”. He can’t believe the love of his life is gone, and stays cooped up in his chambers for weeks on end, and ignores anybody who tries to speak with him, and often loses his temper very quickly, and shouts at anyone who pesters him. He never really lets go, or comes to the terms that you’re dead, and still often thinks about you, especially when he prays in the Godswood long after your death.

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Robb Stark: Robb Stark would be a complete wreck if you’re dead/dying. He holds your hand and cries, not caring of his bannermen see him being ‘weak’. He refuses to leave you alone while a maester is taking care of you, and once you’ve died he becomes a train wreck of emotions. He feels distraught that you’ve died under his care, and is angry at himself because he feels as if he wasn’t there to protect you when you needed him most. He shouts at everyone who tries to calm him, and tries to take his emotions by using his sword to slash trees, imaging the tree is the person/thing that caused your death. He blames himself for the longest time, and spends hours on end in the Godswood revising memories of the two of you, as it’s the only place he can cry freely without being interrupted/seen. He only lets his mother, Catelyn, and Grey Wind comfort him. As much as he tries, he is hardly motivated to carry on his duties as King in the North, and sends your body to be buried in the Winterfell crypts, despite the fact it’s only meant for Starks that have died.

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Jaime Lannister: Jaime Lannister is paralysed in shock. He can’t come to terms in the fact that you’re dead/dying. When he does overcome his initial shock, he’s a wreck, blaming himself for not being able to protect you, which he believes was his duty. He does not cry, but is instead angry at those around him, especially Cersei who constantly waves it off as nothing, saying things like “He/She wasn’t even worth your attention”, and Tywin who thinks it’s foolish and says it’s a display of weakness. The only people who he doesn’t lose his temper with is probably Tyrion and Brienne, who do their best to comfort him during his time of depression and alienation. As you’re dying, he holds your hand and kisses your forehead, telling you everything is going to be alright, still believing you can be saved, only to be crushed once you’re pronounced dead. He orders the High Septon that you’re to be buried in the Sept of Baelor, and refuses to listen to anyone who tells him that it’s not right.

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Khal Drogo: Khal Drogo is enraged as you’re dying. He drops to his knees and holds you to him, trying his best to be gentle to not hurt you even more, and constantly says things such as “It will be okay, moon of my life”, or “Just hold on, everything will be fine”, not caring if his bloodriders hear him. Whenever somebody tells him he looks weak to his khalasar, he rages on, and doesn’t care how important they are as he beats them senseless. After you’ve died, he refuses to take any woman into his bed, and refuses to seek help from anyone, and instead isolates himself from his bloodriders, and usually goes out to hunt as a way to try and cope with your death, and not look weak in front of his khalasar, fearing his bloodriders will attempt to kill him and declare themselves khal instead. After you’ve died, he burns your body in a large tomb, as it is Dothraki tradition, and considered terrible dishonour not to burn the dead. After your body is burned, however, he keeps your ashes, and when he is alone, he talks as if you’re there with him, refusing to let go the moon of his life.

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Petyr Baelish: Petyr is in shock. He has never really experienced real love prior to you, and you’re the only person who he hasn’t used for political gain, so he doesn’t know to react when he finds out that you’re dying. He’s so used to brushing asides one’s death, and he’s afraid to show others his weakness as he fears they’ll use it against him, but he doesn’t care, and instead refuses to any advisors telling him that your death is inevitable. He’s with you day and night as you’re dying, refusing the maester to give you milk of the poppy, as he can’t come to terms that you’ll die, and instead sits by your bed, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and talks about all the things you’ll do once you’re better. When you’re dead, he doesn’t physically cry, but instead ignores all his plans and doesn’t bother talking to anyone, and instead mopes around for weeks on end. He is hardly motivated to do anything, and ignores anybody mocking him about being depressed about your death. For the longest time, he doesn’t wear his smirk anymore, and doesn’t have his famous glint about his eyes. He instead has a weary, haunted look about his eyes, and visits your altar all the time, and thinks about all the pleasant memories he has with you.

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Tormund Giantsbane: Tormund is at loss for words when he finds out that you’re dying, and hugs you close to him, refusing to let you ago, even after you’ve died. He’s never cared for anybody like he has you, and holds on to you for as long as he can as you’re the only true love he’s ever known. After you’ve died, he blames himself for not being able to protect you, and is ever rarely as playful as he once was, and stops teasing the ones around him for a long time. He refuses to follow wildling tradition of burning their dead, and instead has you buried in the North’s ancient barrows, and every so often he brings flowers to your altar, and still talks to you. He especially likes to visit after battle, to remind you that he’s okay, and that he misses you being by his side.

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Sandor Clegane: Sandor Clegane is livid, mostly angry at himself for not being able to do his duty and protect you. He refuses to leave you as you’re dying, and threatens any maester who suggests giving you milk of the poppy, and he doesn’t care about a couple of angry tears rolling down his cheeks, as he doesn’t know any other way to react, as he’s never cared for anyone’s death beside his mother’s. He’s never had love in his life, and is even more upset when people talk after your death, and often takes his anger out on them, usually hitting or beating them when they try to insult you, as he doesn’t care when people mock him but refuses to let anyone insult you, as you were the light of his life. He often visits your tomb in the Sept of Baelor, and after your death he tries to numb his emotions by drinking, though it makes him even more depressed.

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Jorah Mormont: Jorah Mormont falls into a deep depression after your death. Once he finds out that you’re dying, he cries, and refuses to let you go, holding you close and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, constantly repeating “I love you, don’t leave me, please”. He doesn’t believe that you’ll die, even when you tell him it’s inevitable, and once you’ve passed, he’s an emotional wreck. He blames himself that he wasn’t there to protect you, and ignores all his duties, even to Daenerys, and goes into a numb trance, and feels completely alone and lost, despite having so many people around him, as you were the only one that made him feel loved, especially after his father exiled him and his family refused him. He refuses to throw out your things, and keeps your clothes, jewellry and possessions in a box as keepsake, ignoring anyone that tells him it’s a waste of time keeping it with him. He doesn’t let anyone burn your body, and instead has a tomb made for you, and visits all the time with flowers and small gifts to honour you.

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Little Parker - Kai Parker (Part One)

Request: I’m making a request, it’s me. It’s always me dropping on by. But anyway. I’d like a Kai fluff. Where he comes back and sees YN (his wife) and his daughter who is now five (because of time jump) and due to pictures YN showed their daughter, she knows exactly who the man is in the front door and screams “DADDY!” And runs and jumps and hugs him. ((( @geminioriginalsimagines )))

Warnings: None? Fluff? Kai gets smacked twice but he sort of deserves it.

A/n: SARAH WHYYYYY SO CUTE

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

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You were making sandwiches, as simple as a lunch as you can for Annalise. She was playing in the living room, you kept having to glance over your shoulder to see that she hadn’t gotten into anything she wasn’t meant to.

She was so much like her father, even if she never met him. She had his bright blue eyes, his brown hair, and possibly his magic. You had no idea, and you wouldn’t know until she’s older, so you let it go. For now, she was a normal little girl with teddy bears and a love for cartoons. She was different, she understood that, and she understood that her father was different as well. He was gone, and he was never coming back, and Annalise knew that. But recently she had started having dreams that he was back again, coming to see her.

You weren’t sure you wanted him back.

A knock on the back door makes you jump, you nearly drop the knife you were holding. When you turn to open the door you freeze, eyes widening as you stare right out the door at Kai, staring at you through the glass of the back door.

“What the hell?” You ask as you pull the door open. He was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“What the hell? How are you back? How are you even- your head got chopped off! I was there!” Your voice was raising, you wanted to hit him, how long had been back?

“I know, I remember it. I brought you these, hoping to make amends, I-” You actually do smack him this time, right across the face with the back of your hand. His head flies to the side and he moved his bottom jaw slowly.

“I deserve that-” You hit him again- “And that.”

“How fucking could you?! How could you abandon me- how could you abandon your child?!” Kai’s eyes widen.

“I have a-”

“Daddy!” Annalise comes running from behind you and before you can stop her she’s thrown herself into Kai’s arms. Kai hugs her back, stunned, in shock.

“I knew you were back! I knew you were going to find mommy again! Are you staying?” Kai’s sets her down.

“No, he’s not staying.” Annalise’s face falls, and her eyes tear up. Kai notices her quick change in emotion and take her hand. Her fingers wrap tightly around his index finger.

“But I’ll be back tomorrow, me and your mommy need to have a talk.” You cross your arms over your chest, eyes glaring across at him, you’re pissed, you’re so pissed you could kill him.

“Alright, go back inside, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She lets go of Kai’s finger and comes back into the house, watching through the glass of the now shut door as he walks away.

“Mommy, I’m hungry.”

When I asked my sister to give me a prompt that I could do while stranded here without my Wacom, she said to do a portrait of “Cap’s pouty friend”… elsewhere on Tumblr, wartimebucky has been posting some NEC-inspired flash art, and so this happened ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anonymous asked:

HC for the reactions of the RFA+Saeran, who found out MC had a really abusive Ex-fiancé, which leads them to be really flinchy/noticeably freaked out around loud noises, screaming, and anything akin to being physically hurt.

thanks for your suggestion! warning: angst ahead!

Yoosung

-He was playing video games (when is he not)

-You had gotten up to get him some snacks

-Just as you walked in he was right about to win the level

-¨yes yes c´mon, NOOOO¨ he screamed out in pure frustration as a big GAME OVER appeared on screen. He heard a clattering behind him

-He looked over to see you had dropped the plate you were holding, the cheese and crackers strewn all over the floor.

-He saw your face, totally frozen in fear, tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. Yoosung immediately panicked

- ¨MC!¨ he stammered.

-Instinctively you started to back away before you felt his arms around you. You both didn´t move, staying like that until you both felt at peace. He didn´t want to push you to talk about why you reacted the way you did

-But needless to say, once he knew what happened he was prepared to kick that persons butt

-(and by that I mean he´s prepared to give them a death glare)

Zen

-You were helping him practice his lines for the new show he was in. It just so happened that his character was an asshole.

-He was getting really into the part, and he almost forgot that he was just practicing lines, so he screamed out the insult he was supposed to say with all his might.

-You tried to say the next line but you felt like you couldn’t talk right as memories kept flooding back to you.

-He turned around and was shocked to find you clutching the script with shaking hands, your breath shallow.

-He immediately snapped out of his acting trance and grabbed the script out of your hand

-¨MC let´s stop rehearsing lines for now I think that´s enough.¨

-You looked up at him in shock. His heart broke when he saw your expression.

-¨Whatever is bothering you princess, you can tell me¨

-You looked down sadly and quietly explained that your ex had been… less than kind to you.

-As you continued explaining his face slowly molded into rage.

-¨Don´t worry my darling I´ll make sure that monster never touches you again¨

-He´s much more careful in the roles he accepts now.

Jaehee

-You were in the coffee shop and a customer was being rude to you

-¨Have you ever made a coffee before in your life lady? Hey I´m talking to you!¨

-You immediately put up your hands as a defensive reflex.

-Jaehee walked into the scene and instantly took action

-¨Sir I must ask you to leave¨

-The glare she gave him could only be described as a death glare.

-After he left you two sat and talked a while.

-You explained that he wasn’t really doing anything but yelling but that you were reminded of your ex.

-She didn’t push, the way you said ex gave her a clear enough picture.

-From now on she deals with the angry customers

Jumin

-You two were sitting on the couch cuddling while Elizabeth was playing on the table in front of you

-Suddenly Elizabeth accidentally pushed a plate off the edge of the table and it broke on the floor with a loud crash.

-All three of you jumped

-After telling off Elizabeth, Jumin turned to you, and noticed that you were still visibly shaken.

-Thinking you were upset about the plate, he assured you that he could easily buy a new one.

-You shook your head frantically and told him you didn’t care about the plate

-So he asked you why you were so upset.

-You looked down and told him that the sound reminded you of the time your ex threw a plate at your head

-Jumin didn’t know what to say, he was just so shocked that anyone would even think to hurt you.

-He slowly brought over Elizabeth and plopped her in your arms and she instantly snuggled up against you

-You smiled and roped him into the hug and sat there with him until you were all asleep

-The next day Jaehee called you to complain that Jumin was now putting all his attention on a new unbreakable plate project

Seven

-He was working when you came up to him

-¨Seven I brought you some food¨

-He didn’t respond

-¨Seven come on you’ve been sitting there for hours you need to take a break!¨ You said defiantly. His face contorted into anger

-¨MC can you just SHUT UP?¨

-He hadn’t meant to yell. He was under a lot of stress and he wrongly took it out on you. As soon as he said it, he looked up to apologize and saw you reflexively step back into a defensive position.

-Oh he was very familiar with that stance.

-You barely had time to think before he was hugging you with all his might.

-¨S-Seven?¨

-¨You don’t need to tell me anything if you don’t want to but I am here for you and I would never hurt you¨ He whispered in your ear. You decided to sit down and tell him everything. He had shared all of his pains with you after all.

-He denied having anything to do with the embarrassing photos of your ex that appeared all over the internet.

Saeran

-You were both dragged by Seven to a concert

-Though you both pretended it was the worst thing to happen, you couldn’t deny that you were starting to enjoy yourselves

-That is, until the audience started screaming with applause

-Terrified, you looked up at Saeran and he looked back at you with the same expression.

-You both instinctively bolted

-Once you were outside you didn’t say anything.

-You just sat there in awkward but comforting silence until the show was over

-He didn’t ask what made you act like that, since he knew if someone did that to him he would hate it.

-Eventually he slowly wraps his arm around you as you wait for the show to finish.

I hope that was what you wanted! Thanks for the suggestion! My first one yay!

Romeo and Juliet | Jeff Atkins

Requested by @xxchloegrayxx and @queensovereign. Sorry they might not be the way you imagined but this is what I came out with when writing for you guys so I hope you like it!

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“What’s the big deal? I was just talking to her?”

“No, you were fucking flirting with her Jeff! Not to mention the fact that just yesterday I was complaining to you about the fact that she has been a bitch to me for the past month!”

“And I told you, you were overthinking that!”

“Just yesterday I heard her talking behind my back about the fact that she wanted to steal you away and make you her boyfriend, but now that I know that you don’t care, I think you should be with her” My voice slowed down and my tone dropped “You too seem perfect for each other”

“Fine! She’s prettier than you anyway!” He yelled making me feel my heart crack and the sadness hit me “I don’t need you y/n, trust me, it’s you that needs me”

I knew that wasn’t true but I didn’t have the heart to argue with him anymore, I wanted to leave with some of my dignity so I gave him a nod of acknowledge and left his house without another word.

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| Stranger | Older! Chat Noir

Adrien frowned, yet again.

“Dude,” Nino raised an eyebrow, interrupting the blonde’s deep thought. “Are you planning on consuming that pencil whole?”

Adrien paused red-handed at the question. He’d been chewing on the end of said mistreated pencil for unnaturally long and flushed red, lowering it from his lips.

Nino chuckled. “What’s got you so twisted dude?”

Adrien tilted his head and Nino followed his line of vision, pushing up his glasses.

There you were.

Not too far from them, close up against the wall and almost blending into it. Your head was down in a book as usual, fingers absentmindedly twisting the strands of your hair into a mess. All that was known about you was that you were a new foreign exchange student and that your name was Y/N. Besides that, it was like you had faded into the background without so much as a trace.

Adrien found it…intriguing.

As if feeling the stare on your person you glanced up. Your eyes met Adrien’s for a split second before you purposely glanced away, your lips tugging down.

Nino whistled slowly, amused. “Well that was intentional.”

Adrien groaned, leaning back into his chair and boring holes into the ceiling. “I know. She’s been acting that way around me since she got here, and I don’t know why. Anytime I even try and start up a conversation she bolts.”

“Technically she’s like that around everyone; some chicks just can’t be fazed man,” Nino shrugged, patting his friend’s shoulder in a consoling motion. “Let it go.”

Adrien furrowed his eyebrows. He wished it was that simple, as he’d been telling himself the same thing for the past two weeks. But no matter how he tried to push you out of his head you had taken up permanent residence there with a mortgage and everything. No, there had to be something he could do.

In the middle of his contemplation someone passed by your desk, laughing at a pun they had shouted across the room. You visibly bit the inside of your cheek and giggled, before coughing into your hand.

Adrien’s eyes widened. “She likes jokes.”

“I guess,” Nino blinked, scratching the back of his neck. “So what? Are you gonna start cracking up like a clown to get her attention?”

Adrien shoved him in the side and Nino retaliated with a contagious grin, ruffling his hair.

No I’m not,” Adrien rolled his eyes. “And I can’t anyway, because, like you said, she is uncomfortable around everyone.”

Light came to his jeweled eyes as he turned to look outside the window with a concealed smile.

Bingo.

“But I do know someone who can.”

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