emergency hearing

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KDrama List Update

This is a list of korean dramas I have finished watching. I’m posting this list so I can keep track of which dramas I start/finish in 2016. 

♦ Boys Over Flowers
♦ Flowerboy Next Door
♦ You’re Beautiful (2015)
♦ Playful Kiss
♦ Baby-faced Beauty
♦ To the Beautiful You
♦ Personal Taste
♦ Coffee Prince (2015)
♦ Prosecutor Princess
♦ Witch’s Romance
♦ Cunning Single Lady (2015)
♦ Master’s Sun (2015)
♦ Heirs (2015)
♦ Birth of a Beauty (2015)
♦ Emergency Couple (2015)
♦ I Hear Your Voice (2015)
♦ Pinocchio (2015)
♦ Healer (2015)
♦ Kill Me, Heal Me (2015)
♦ I Order You (2015)
♦ Hello Monster/I Remember You (2015)
♦ Flower Boy Ramen Shop (2015)
♦ High Society (2015)
♦ Fated to Love You (2015)
♦ The Greatest Love (2015)
♦ It’s Okay That’s Love (2015)
♦ Sensory Couple (2015)
♦ Cheer Up!/Sassy Go Go (2015)
♦ She Was Pretty (2015)
♦ Noble, My Love (2015)
♦ Oh My Venus (2016)
♦ The Village: Achiara’s Secret (2016)

The year refers to the year which I finished the drama in. Some dramas don’t have dates as I don’t remember when I watched them. >.<
Either I have a bad memory or 2015 was a good drama year.

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In a good drama can not miss those hugs that say it all………

gczebos  asked:

hcs for modern!reddie as each other's emergency contacts? give me some hurt/comfort angst omg

Y’all don’t hate me for this please theres MINOR characters death and major injuries in this okay thanks


POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING!!!!! TALKS ABOUT DEATH AND FIRE


-Eddie is asleep in his room
-he’s always been a heavy sleeper
-that’s why he doesn’t wake up to the sound of the fire alarms goin off
-or the smoke and fire engulfing his room
-but he does wake up when he’s on the stretcher, going to the hospital

-“who’s this kids emergency contact??” Eddie hears the paramedics talking
-“his mom but she.. she’s in the other ambulance”
-“well who do we call??”
- “ghostbusters”

-nope just kidding, y’all thought

- richie richie richie
-“my best friend,, richie” eddie tells them and he’s barely conscious but he recites his number over and over until they’re on the phone with him
- they tell richie what happened and richie is already speeding to the hospital in his shitty pick up truck

-when richie gets to eddies hospital room, he sees him hooked up to all of these machines
-and it barely looks like Eddie
-but somehow he’s still beautiful than ever

-“hey eds..”
- for once in his life richie had nothing to say
-Eddie cries the second he hears richie speak
-“ babe it’s okay.. you’re alive.. you’re alive and I’m right here with you okay??”
-“I thought I never would have been able to tell you that I love you”
- “you tell me all the time, eds”
- “no richie.. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.. I love you, Richie Tozier.”
-richie finally gets it and then he also starts crying
-“I love you too, and I’m never, ever, EVER, going to let anything happen to you, i promise”
-richie is there when he drifts off soundly, exhaustion taking over him

-richie is there when the nurses come in and tell Eddie the bad news
-his mom didn’t make it out alive
-the 3rd degree burns on his skin will scar
-richie is there when Eddie cries harder than ever before, and he holds his hand and lets eddie squeeze him tighter than anything
-richie is still there when the nurses attempt to escort him out when Eddie throws himself into a panic attack
-he does not leave
-he stokes eddies face and hair and kisses his cheeks and hands and tells him that he is there

-richie is always going to be there

Alpha, Omega

Summary: It was your turn to take charge tonight, whether Jungkook liked it or not. And this time, you weren’t going to give in easily to his pleas.

Contains: sub!Jungkook, dom!female, overstimulation, biting, rough sex, cum play, hair pulling, noona kink (??)


The boy was gonna get it tonight. You were pissed off, since your boss has been nagging your ear off, and everything just got worse when Jungkook thought it was a good idea to send you certain pictures expressing his neediness.

Kookie: Jagi, are you coming home early? I need you to help me with something…

Kookie: You should be almost done, right? Can you slip me a little picture, just to keep myself busy please?

Kookie: *Kookie sent a picture*

Kookie: Yah, why aren’t you responding? You’re making daddy mad

Kookie: *Kookie sent a picture*

Kookie: Fuck, you better not be wearing expensive underwear, because the first thing I’ll do when you get home, is rip it off.

Needless to say, you weren’t in the mood for Daddy. You were stressed, and you obviously needed an outlet, so you figured why not let it out on your horny boyfriend in the form of sex? 

You burst through the door, immediately finding Jungkook on his usual spot on the couch playing Overwatch. He was wearing a fitted white shirt, which clung to his body, outlining his muscular form. His semi-hard length pressed against his loosely tied sweats, and he looked just as equally frustrated as you.

“Took you long enough”, he grumbled, still looking at the screen. His eyebrows furrowed as he took a hit from an enemy, sounding as nonchalant as possible. You rolled your eyes, his cockiness annoying you.

You walked towards the screen and switched it off, earning a groan of protest from him. “You could’ve at least let me finish!” he exclaimed, chucking the controller to the side.

“Keep talking like that, and I really wouldn’t, baby boy”, you smirked at him slowly making your way on his lap.

He grinned lazily at you, his mouth parted as you placed your legs on his sides. He brought his hips to yours, and began rubbing his crotch against yours. “What makes you think you’ll have it your way tonight?” he said, as he slowly ran his hands up your waist. You scoffed at him, and slapped palms away.

“Get your head out of the clouds, Jeon. I don’t want your snarkiness tonight”, you pushed him backwards, letting his back hit the cushions. Before he could reply, you brought your lips to his, your hands automatically finding their way to his hair.

He swiped his tongue against your lips, to which you responded by tugging at his locks. He groaned into the kiss, and gripped your thighs. One of your hands slid to his neck, and brought it closer, deepening the kiss. You bit his lower lip, soon sliding your tongue in as his mouth opened for a silent moan.

Heat settled in your lower area, and you tried to relieve it by grinding on Jungkook’s lap. You could feel him fully erect under his sweats, and tried bucking your hips into the curve of his clothed shaft. His length twitched under you, and you pressed down more on it.

Jungkook groaned, pulling away to take ragged breaths. “Room, only in your boxers”, you panted, getting off him so he can stand. To your surprise, he obeyed, quickly making his way to your room. Poor boy must’ve been too turned on to complain.

You took your time going to the room, silently chuckling to yourself as you saw him sitting straight on a chair, chest heaving as he looked down on his crotch, thinking whether he should touch himself or not. However, his head snapped in your direction as he heard the door close.

You slowly strode over to him, circling him as if predator on prey. His eyes flicked towards you, and you felt him getting more impatient with each unsteady breath. You placed your hands on his shoulders and started massaging it, trailing your lips up and down his neck as you did.

He let out small moans as you left open-mouthed kisses on the curve of his neck. “Couldn’t let the boys see you marked up too much, do we?” you asked him teasingly, moving in front of him. 

“Mmm.. ah”, he gasped as you sucked at the skin just at the end of his rib cage. You switched between licking and biting it, his soft gasps making you more wet. Feeling satisfied after a few more bites, you pulled away, admiring the purplish bruise you left on the tender skin. “That place, however, seemed perfect”, you smirked slyly at him.

Then, you directed your attention towards the obvious bulge in his underwear. 

There was already a damp spot forming from the precum he had, his cock stretching the fabric. It looked painful, so you decided to do him a favor and take it off, but not before bringing your mouth towards the spot, and giving it a long, hard suck. You let go with a pop, and tugged at his boxers. He lifted his hips up, allowing you to easily slide the fabric down to his ankles.

His length sprang up and slapped his stomach, the tip a harsh shade of red, a long vein running from the shaft to the head. Gingerly, you wrapped your hand around it and started stroking him loosely. With your free hand, you started undressing your top half, first chucking away your blouse, then your bra.

Jungkook stared at your chest, shamelessly licking his lips. Reaching over, he tried grabbing your breasts, but you brought your hands up to firmly grip his wrists away. “You didn’t ask permission now, did you, Jeon?” you quirked an eyebrow at him.

He gulped, cheeks heating up. “May I touch you, please?”

“Please, what?” You knew he didn’t like being bossed around, but during times like these, he was willing to do anything you want, just as long as you made sure to make him cum.  

“May I touch you, noona? Please?” he said through gritted teeth. 

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Not now. Wait there for a bit. I don’t want to see you touching yourself, Jeon”, you told him, making your way to the dresser. You dug into one of the drawers, until you finally found the familiar silk tie.

Jungkook looked curiously at you, then he felt the soft fabric against his skin. You brought his arms behind the chair, and tied a firm knot with the tie. He grinned, arousal coursing through his veins as he thought about how long it’s been since you last took over.

He was normally the dominant one, and you’d gladly submit to him. But even though he wouldn’t admit it, he found it really hot whenever you’d step up and give him orders. He liked the authoritative side of you, and he had a small liking to getting teased. 

“N-noona, please”, he whined. You smirked at him, kneeling in between his legs. “Please what, Jeon?”

Another thing he loved was the way you called him by his last name. The way his name flowed out of your pretty mouth with such authority sent blood rushing towards his tip. The same pretty mouth that would wrap around his cock, making him hastily cum during the quickies you had from time to time. To his happiness, you were a sucker for blowjobs. It has always been a specialty of yours, knowing exactly how to make him squirm with a flick of your tongue.

You reached for his tip, spreading the pre-cum around the head. “Please suck me off. Fuck, it hurts so much, noona. Please help me”, he whimpered.

Slowly, you brought your lips toward his slit, jutting your tongue out to kitty lick him. His knee flinched at the sudden contact and his breath hitched. Then, you took the whole tip in, your hand starting to massage his balls.A whine left his lips, making you roll your eyes. Normally, if he was he one who teased you, you’d actually obey him without any whining; however it was obviously a different story with him. His dominant side would still show, even though he was already tied to a chair.

You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, giving of an innocent look. He returned a pained expression, biting the inside of his cheek. “Please, I promise I’ll be good.”

Without warning, you slid the rest of his length in, your nose almost touching his stomach. He let out a long groan, hips instinctively bucking into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down, sucking on him each time you pulled away. Strings of mewls left his lips as you gagged around his length. You hummed, sending vibrations around him, to which another whine, much more ragged, left his lips.

“Fuck, just like that, noona. Ah! You’re doing so fucking well”, he managed to breath out. His hair was stuck to forehead, eyes trained on you as he drank in the sight. Beads of sweat rolled down his heaving chest, trailing over his abs.

His cock continued hitting the back of your throat, and he moaned at the tightness. You allowed him to fuck your face until you felt his balls tighten. That, combined with the tensing of his stomach, meant he was close. 

Letting go of his balls, you began to pump his shaft, bringing your mouth to his tip. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked hard on him. Jungkook got more vocal, throwing his head back before choking out moans. His cock twitched in your hold, more pre-cum leaking out. 

“Noona, fuck, I-I’m cumming”, a final trail of whimpers left him, before his seed shot out. A good portion of his cum hit the back of your throat, the rest hitting your lips and his stomach as you pulled away. Your tongue skimmed across your lips, collecting the cum on them. He stared at you, eyes blown with lust, as the final drops of cum leaked from his tip.

You swallowed the cum, bringing your mouth back to his cock. Your lips trailed across his length until you reached his balls. Taking one in, your hand furiously pumped his length, hearing moans emerge from him again. “Ah, fuck! N-noona-ah”, despite the protest in his tone, his length was growing hard again. You pumped him faster, also sucking harder on the sac. 

In a matter of seconds, Jungkook was whimpering again. He tried his best to jerk his hips to the sync of your hand, seeking more friction, even though his body can’t take it. He wanted more, despite the burning sensation that started to settle. There was something about the pain mixed with pleasure that had him hooked.

Silk dug into his wrists as he tried to loosen his restraints, wanting to touch you, pull at your hair, get at least an ounce of control. But the whimpers he made just validated his submission. “Noona-ah, mm…noona I want to come”, he panted.

Soon, he felt a knot again in his stomach. He knew he was about to cum again, and sneaked a hazy gaze at you. You peeked out from underneath his cock, curtly smiling as your eyes met. Your tongue trailed back up the vein, and as you got to the head’s slit, you treated it with strong, fast licks.

Jungkook arched his back, and lost control of his hips, which now bucked up in uneven paces. You, yourself, wanted to be touched. Seeing Jungkook in such a submissive and erotic state made you drip more than ever, so using your free hand, you started pulling your skirt down, and slipped a hand in your underwear.

Using two fingers, you collected the juices from your slit, then lathered them on your clit. You rubbed a few circles on your clit, making you sigh, before inserting two digits in your entrance. The action made you elicit a small moan, which made Jungkook look down, eyes moving towards the hand under your panties. 

The view made him break, cum shooting out from his cock again without any warning. You pulled back, still touching yourself, and watched him buck his hips toward the air. His eyes were squeezed shut, and he was biting down hard on his lower lip. Still, long moans escaped from him. 

A final string of semen came out of him, starting to drip down to the floor. With your other hand, you took his length, and leaned it towards his stomach, allowing the cum to pool there. You pulled your fingers out, and while they were still covered with your wetness, spread the cum on Jungkook’s abdomen.

He was breathing heavily, eyes still closed. His body was slack on the chair, mouth open as he let out a groan. “You must be forgetting something, Jeon”, you crossed your arms, tilting your head towards your now soaked underwear. “I still haven’t come”. His eyes fluttered open, meeting your piercing ones. 

“Y/n-”

“What was that?” you squeezed his cock, thumb resting on the spot where the shaft and the head met. “Can you make it, Jeon? Or do I have to do it myself?” 

He gulped. He hated it when you challenged him like this. He saw the dark spot on your panties, barely visible from his position, and he was consumed by lust again. You felt him grow in your grip, cock fully erect within seconds. The boy’s stamina was really no joke.

“Can you?” A smug look appeared on his face. 

You rolled your eyes and straightened your position,so that your chest was leveled with his cock. You held your breasts with both hands, and slid his cock in your cleavage, then squeezed around him. 

Ah~” he slid further down on the chair, making your position more comfortable. Slowly, you brought your breasts up and down, leaning your head down so that your tongue can catch the tip that came out. Your boobs felt warm and soft around him. It was different from being inside you, yes, but the experience was something new to him. Pleasure rose up within him, this time more intense, caused by the new position. He knew he wasn’t going to last soon, as another knot formed. He drunk in the sight of your breasts bouncing around him, tongue stuck out, constantly lapping at his tip. Then, he was cumming again.

His seed spurted towards your face, then landed on top of your chests. You spread the cum around yourself, just like what you did with him. You pulled away, but soon leaned in, his cock pressed against you, to lick his cum-smeared stomach.

Figuring it was time to end the night (and not taking it any longer), you sat on his lap again, aligning his cock to your entrance. Without waiting any further, you slammed down on him. He let out a surprised yelp,which turned into a moan. You gripped his shoulders, using them to steady yourself as you repeatedly brought yourself down on him. He bucked upwards as you were going down, allowing him to hit your g-spot. A scream of pleasure, followed by more moans. The whimpers and pants blended, and spread throughout the room.

Even though you touched yourself only once, you were sensitive from the show Jungkook put on earlier. The wetness you had made him easily move in and out of you. You clenched your walls around him, making his cock twitch in return.

Your hands found their way to his hair, and you grabbed a fistful, pulling his head back. “You’re such a good boy. Look at you, taking all this pleasure in. Jeon, you’re taking this so well”, you cooed at him in between breaths. 

He looked at you, though it was difficult due to the way you held him. You tugged at his locks when you didn’t get a response. “Yes, n-noona. I want to be good for you. Ah- I want to make you cum.”

You closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm bubble. You clenched around him as hard as you can, his cock still hitting you deep. “Don’t cum. Not yet”, you hissed at him.

With one last thrust, you came around him, cum gushing out, covering his whole length. “F-fuck. Not yet Jungkook”, you rode out your orgasm, Jungkook squirming underneath, also close to bursting. When you felt satisfied, you stood up to pull his length out, and sat back on his lap. You pumped quickly, edging his orgasm on. “Cum”

Jungkook’s seed exploded into your hands. You kept pumping him until his breathing was returning back to normal. After a few moments, you stared at your cum-covered bodies, then looked back at him. With your clean hand, you brushed his hair off his face. He smiled tiredly at you. “I’m in charge tomorrow”, he murmured.

Swear Jar

It’s been way too long since i’ve written fanfiction and SuperCorp just had to drag my whipped ass down that hole again

Based on a prompt i saw on tumblr a long time ago about Kara actually having a swear jar for Lena and after a night together Lena just shoves her credit card inside… If anyone knows the post please tell me so I can amrk it here! 

It’s also on AO3 :http://archiveofourown.org/works/9567863


The first sign Lena Luthor had become a constant in their lives comes on a Saturday morning.

It’s subtle, it really is, and it takes Alex longer than she likes to admit to see. She doesn’t notice at first, when she uses her key to open Kara’s apartment door and heads straight to the kitchen after her sister’s greeting.

Kara’s not even surprised, it’s Saturday, which means breakfast together. And it’s the third Saturday, which means blueberry pancakes. And by the stack of fruit currently sitting on top of the counter, she hasn’t forgotten what day it is.

(She never does, it’s food after all.

Alex should really stop hoping her sister ever would.

Because it usually leads to an expletive from her and there are only a certain amount of one dollar bills Alex carries around.)

“I heard that!” Kara exclaims, pointing a finger at her sister and giggles when Alex retrieves her wallet from her pocket to fish for a note

‘Get exchange’, she adds on her mental list right after ‘buy Maggie’s vegan ice cream’ and ‘convince Maggie to watch The L Word with me’.

(“Danvers, I adore you, but I can only go through that once.”)

It’s when she notices. She would really like to say she reacted in a better way; she would really like to say she just smirked knowingly and continued the day. But no, of course it didn’t happen that way. She gasped and chuckled, then proceeded to cough for a whole minute trying to cover it.

Because right in between the ‘Cooler Danvers’ and ‘Mags Swags’ jars rested another one. Belonging to no one other than Lena Luthor.

Lee :)

And Alex should have seen it coming, because there’s only a reasonable amount of fake interviews Kara could come up with before just admitting she just wanted to hang out with the woman. Fucking Maggie.

“I heard that too!”

She puts two dollars into her jar before adding ‘pay five bucks to Maggie’ in her mental list. She should’ve have seen it coming.

She tries not to think about the jars that had already taken place besides hers. Tech Nerd; Better Lane; Jimmy Bravo; Mon-El. She thinks about how hers it’s the only one around. She really hopes those two others stay this time.

**

The first time she actually sees it happening is during game night the following week.

Lena sits on the other side of the counter, directly in front of Alex, her expression nothing like the one she saw when the woman arrived. Any resemblance of a smile gone from her face and she stares back at Alex.

Winn and Maggie are already out of this hand and the Luthor waits for Alex to decide if she’ll cover it.

“I’ll cover it.”

And it’s when James and Kara come to join them, Kara handing a glass of wine for Lena, hand resting at the small of her back. Alex sees the look Maggie gives her and the raise in her eyebrows. She chooses to ignore both.

Lena downs her hand, smug smile already on her lips, and okay, Alex has to admit she’s growing fond of the woman in front of her. Especially when Kara is looking at her like that.

But when Alex copies her, she’s sure no one but herself and Kara heard the fainted “shit” coming out of her mouth and an audible gasp from her sister. Lena doesn’t budge, but lets out a sigh and leans in, stretching her arm towards her jar. She tucks in a ten dollar bill before looking back at Kara, raised eyebrow in a silent question. A frown appears in her face but she nods nevertheless.

“Saving for the rest of the night.” Lena explains before looking at Alex once more. “I’ve finally found a rival on poker.”

By the end of the night, Lena adds two extra dollars in her jar and Alex slips her own five in hers.

**

“How long until those two bang?” Maggie asks her later, when James and Winn had already left for good twenty minutes, after dragging Alex out of the apartment and the poker tournament her girlfriend indulged with Lena.

“What?”

“Your sister and Lena.”

“What!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see.”

“You know what; I’m not talking about it.”

“I give them two months.”

**

The second time it happens is three weeks later, when Maggie finally had some time off of work and it was one of those nights the DEO didn’t need Alex or Supergirl.

Maggie curls against her side, hand automatically wrapping around her shoulders and a lingering kiss against her temple.

This time, when the two arrived for movie night, a sheepish Kara opening the door to let them in, Alex reaction was smoother.

Way smoother.

But the sight one the one and only Lena Luthor sitting in her sister’s couch, flannel pajama pants (which she was rather sure it was her sister’s) and loose t-shirt, was definitely not one she was expecting to see.

(She ignores the huge grin on her girlfriend’s face and drags her to the loveseat after grabbing two bottles of beer.)

“No horror movies!” Kara shouts from the kitchen.

“No romances either!” Alex shouts back. “Do you know what we should watch?” The urge to grin is too strong and she ends up with a huge smile towards her glaring girlfriend.

“Alex, no.”

“We should watch The L Word.”

“No!” The exclamation comes from both Lena and Maggie at the same time and they share a knowing look.

Kara comes back from the kitchen, ice cream for herself and glass of wine for Lena, to find her sister laughing at the exasperation in the other two faces.

The one who recovers first is Lena, sitting up straighter and sighing before looking at Alex.

“Look, it’s a classic and basically every non-straight girl has watched it, but once was enough watching that shit.”

“Lena.”

“I’ll put a dollar on it next time I get up, don’t worry.”

They settle down with Orphan Black, after all, and if Alex notices her sister’s hand on Lena’s thigh, she doesn’t mention. Neither does she mention the way they lean into each other after thirty minutes. Or how, by the end of the second episode, Kara’s head is dropped in Lena’s shoulder, the latter letting her hands run through the other’s hair.

She also ignores the ‘they’re definitely banging’ Maggie whispers against her ear before she gets up to get herself another beer.

**

Third time happens after a very distressed Kara arrived at the DEO pacing and rambling about how Lena freaking Luthor knew.

(Of course she did; Alex thinks everyone does.

Kara does a very poor job at hiding it.)

But her sister is going crazy in front of her because she thinks Alex is going to hate her for letting her secret slip like that.

Instead, Alex shrugs, it was bound to happen sooner or later, and she would kill someone before telling them she rather liked Lena.

(She was really good at poker and could handle her alcohol. That was enough.

The fact that she made Kara smile like that was nothing but a bonus.)

When Alex put a stop to her pacing, hand on her shoulder, she was met by a pout and puppy eyes. How could she be mad after that?

And when she just smiled and told Kara to pick Lena Luthor up and bring her in to sign the NDA, Kara hugged her, a tad too tightly, not that she would mention it to her excited sister, and flied off.

(They came back an hour later, Lena blurting out a different expletive every time Alex showed her another room. Every time to be met with a scold from Supergirl.)

**

Maybe Alex should consider giving Kara’s apartment key back.

Because on a Saturday, four weeks after the last incident, she lets herself in, bags of groceries swinging as she uses her ankle to close the door behind her.

(It’s scrambled eggs and bacon day and two years ago she learned Kara could eat at least a dozen eggs.

And grocery shopping isn’t her best skill.)

The first sign this Saturday isn’t like the others is the lack of cheerful greeting from a very excited Kara Danvers as soon as she opened the door. The opposite, to be honest, it is way too quiet for her sister to even be home. When she starts questioning that maybe there was a Supergirl emergency she hears a loud thud coming from Kara’s bedroom.

It leads her to the second sign. A black purse lying down at the counter, coat haphazardly thrown by the side. Both not her sister’s.

And Kara comes running from the hallway, blushed cheeks and disheveled hair, just pulling down an oversized shirt over. Third sign. And she wanted to scream in frustration because Maggie has been winning most of the bets so far.

“Alex! What are you doing here?”

“It’s Saturday.”

“Is it?”

She puts the grocery bag down on the counter and looks at her sister. Kara fidgets under her gaze. She should go. And leave the key behind.

But then, tentative footsteps come from the hall and when she looks over, Lena Fucking Luthor stands there, unbuttoned shirt barely reaching the middle of her thighs. When she catches the stare, the change is unbelievable. Gone is the woman who was just caught off guard and standing there was the CEO, raised chin and long confident steps until she reaches for the coat.

“Lena?” Kara asks but she just smiles and takes her credit card off the pocket.

She’s not doing it, she’s not going to, oh, she did it. No! No, this is more than I needed to know.

“Before I forget.” She puts it inside her jar and, at least, blushes a little when she sees the look Alex is giving her, before she goes back to the bedroom.

Kara looks like a mess, pretty much a broken mess gasping for air and blushing up to the tip of her ears.

Because, fifth sign, next to ‘Lee :)’ is a fourth jar. Puppy Danvers. Alex counts maybe half a dozen bills shoved inside before tearing her eyes away.

“I’ll call next time.” Kara blushes harder, and she thinks this morning broke her sister. Kara squeaks a hurries goodbye and once she’s outside, she hears the door being locked from the inside. Not very helpful now.

Finish Hank’s report; pick up clothes at the laundry; clean my eyes with bleach; give Maggie ten doll-twenty, give Maggie twenty dollars. Maggie was right, Lena Luthor was definitely a black lace kind of woman.

Buy two bottles of bleach.

Midnight Blues

Summary: While your boyfriend is away on tour you find it hard to keep the relationship going. Do you call him in an attempt to fix what is left or do you wait until his return not knowing if your relationship will have survived?

Pairing: Bang Yongguk x Reader
Genre/warnings: Angst, fluff, a teensy bit suggestive
Words: 1.4K
Notes: Requested by the lovely anon!

Staring at the blank screen of your phone, you can’t stop the sinking feeling rising in your stomach. It had been three months since you last saw Yongguk and every day that passed seemed to drag on longer than the one before.

Three months. That’s 92 days, 2192 hours or 131 487 minutes but you weren’t counting.

If it wasn’t the time difference, it was his busy schedule that did not allow you to talk to each other as often as you initially had wanted. The fact that he left after a fight only diminished those precious moments even more. Now, it had been almost two weeks since you’d had a decent conversation and the more the silence greeted you every night, the more your doubt grew. Was your relationship over? How you left things the night of his departure made it sure seem like that. You still vividly remember the screaming and crying accompanied by the slamming of the door, leaving you behind in an empty apartment. It had been a stupid fight really, you had wanted him to spend more time at home because you thought his job had become too demanding of him. Thinking back to it now you can’t feel anything but regret for having reacted that way. You knew getting into a relationship with an idol was going to be different yet you chose to do it anyway. You didn’t have a right to complain now that the things you had feared of happening actually started to happen.

Glancing back at your phone, the picture on your lock screen greets you almost tauntingly. Contemplating about calling him you think of all the good it will do. All your previous calls went unanswered and frankly you didn’t want to be disappointed by the sound of his voicemail yet again. You don’t have much time to mull over those facts when your ringtone brings you back down to earth. Yongguk is requesting to face time. Begrudgingly you answer, not knowing what he might have to say to you.

“Hi.” He says. He’s lying in bed just like you, looking every bit as handsome as the last time you saw him. Something about him is different though, his cheeks look pale and sunken in and he has bags under his eyes. All the signs that he is exhausted, making you grow even more worried about him.

Not being sure about what mood he might be in you shyly reply; “Hi.”

“how are you?”

“I’m okay, how are you?”

“I’m fine.”

Silence washes over you both. You know he is lying and frankly, so are you. How can you be fine? The one person you love the most is currently not on speaking terms with you, your relationship with him dangling by an invisible thread.

“Yongguk… I know that’s not true. You look tired. Are you okay?”

“What do you think? You know I’m not okay. I haven’t seen you in so long and this tour is slowly killing me.”

“I… You know what I told you when you left. This job is important and you love it but it’s too demanding right now, you need a break. However, instead of listening to me, your stubborn ass decided to go. I know you love the fans and they mean the world to you but they can’t support you if you don’t take care of yourself.”

He let out a defeated sigh. He knows how right you are but having been in this business for so long he always thought he could handle it. Having only had himself to take care of, he neglected most of his needs as his job and the fans came first. But now, having you in his life to take care of him and to make sure he takes care of himself,  he feels as though he can’t perform the same as before. How can he give his all when he lost his heart to you?

“I know Y/N and honestly, I didn’t want to fight with you about it… You know there is nothing I can do about this, the members need me.”

You aren’t surprised by his confession. Of  course he would always put the others’ needs before his own. Sighing, you know you can’t win this battle.

“I understand Yongguk, you job is important right now and the others need you. Go to sleep, you need all the rest you can get. I’ll see you when you get home okay?”

“Thank you for understanding Y/N, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye.”

He gives you a small wave and with that you are once again engulfed in the silence of your home.

Noticing how late it actually is, you turn all the lights off and crawl into his side of the bed. It still smells like him and the scent brings you enough comfort to fall asleep.

It only seems minutes when you wake up again because you hear a crash in your kitchen. Shooting up you want to grab onto Yongguk for protection only to realize he isn’t there. Grabbing your phone you are ready to call the emergencies when you hear footsteps down the hall. Getting out of bed and running towards the door, you hide behind it. When the intruder walks inside your bedroom, you grab the closest thing around you to knock him out only to freeze in your tracks.

You would recognize that silhouette everywhere. It’s Yongguk. He’s home.

Dropping the long forgotten object from your hand, you leap onto his back. Yongguk’s body tenses up for a second from the sudden attack, his body quickly relaxing when he notices it is you. Wordlessly, he drops you from his back and turns around. You look at him and try to form a sentence but shock has taken control over your body. Instead of giving you an explanation, he grabs onto your face and brings his lips onto yours. You lose yourself in the feeling of his lips on yours, having been deprived of this kind of touch for three months. Before his tongue can dive into your mouth, you pull away for breath.

“I’ve wanted to do that the minute I walked out of our door.”

“I… Why are you here? How did you get here? I don’t understand.”

“I wanted to surprise you so I asked management for a break. All of us needed it and I couldn’t spend any more time without you.”

“But you were in abed when we talked before?”

“There was no direct flight to the airport so I took a night train to get here.”

Having understood his explanation, you suddenly remember the scare he gave you and raise your hand to slap his arm.

“Ow, what was that for? I travel all this way to be with you and you greet me with a slap?”

Seeing the soft look on his face you can’t control the tears gathering in your eyes. He’s really here, your love is home.

“That was for being a jerk. I was so scared when you left after our fight, I thought I lost you. And now you almost scare the hell out of me, making me think there is a burglar in our home. A heads up would have been nice you know.”

He gently pulls you closer to him, using his thumb to wipe a stray tear that has managed to land on your cheek.

“I’m sorry Jagi, don’t cry for me please. I hate seeing you upset and having that fight with you nearly killed me. Let’s not fight again okay? I can’t stand it. I need you in my life Y/N, I love you too goddamn much.”

“I love you too Yongguk, More than you will ever realize.”

Embracing each other in a hug, you allow yourself to calm down. After three months apart, your house feels like a home again thanks to this one person. Finally letting go, you look up at him only to see him smirk at you.

“What?” You as a bit suspiciously.

“Is this what you wear to bed when I’m not home? I like it Jagi.”

You glance down, noticing you put on one of his shirts in your haste to go to bed. Feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks you get ready to hit him again, only to be pulled back against his chest.

“Hey now, no more of that hitting. Why don’t you show me how much you love me instead?”

Thinking about a smart comeback you feel him grab onto your thighs and lift you off the ground. Spinning around and gently dropping you on the bed, you let an involuntary yelp escape your throat. Before you realize it, Yongguk’s body has joined yours on the bed while his hands trail all over you and his lips attach themselves to your neck.

Let’s just say you both didn’t get the rest you needed that night.


A/N: I know this isn’t so long but I wanted to keep it as sweet as possible. Hope you enjoy! 💋

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If Storms Were People | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Fandom: Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!FormerHydra!Reader

Part: 1/??? Probably at least 3

          Part 2

Summary: You’re an enhanced human, formerly affiliated with Hydra, with the ability to control electricity, and honey, you do not get along with Bucky Barnes. With a passed mostly erased in your mind, you can’t seem to figure out why he dislikes you so much.

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, allusions to past Hydra experiments and mistreatment, nothing out of the ordinary for Marvel related things.

Words: 4679

A/N: I have been thinking about this for a while and am super happy with the plot line so far. I wrote a sappy and cute Bucky fic first so I figured I’ll write one where he’s a dick turned sweetheart because I LOVE those types of fics with him tbh. Feedback and reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! Thank you for reading!! Check out my masterlist for more criminally good imagines!

(low key Steve’s entire character in this fic is defusing situations)


“James Buchanan Barnes, you better back the fuck up right now.” You snarl, nose to nose with the super soldier. You were clutching your upper bicep where a bullet had just grazed you, blood leaking through your fingers.

             “Or what?” He said with a sarcastic smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes as he met your angry gaze.

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spicy-molotov  asked:

writing/dialogue prompt (for whatever paring/group you want): "we have an emergency, this is not a drill"

Thank you my love! I hope you don’t mind that I picked pre-wolfstar angst <3


- “We have an emergency, this is not a drill!” James barged into the dorm room, the door bouncing off of the wall with a loud bang.

- The other two marauders, Sirius and Peter, who were sat on Sirius’ bed playing chess, both jumped at the loud noise.

- “Whats up, Prongs?” Peter asked, taking the opportunity to move his queen. “Ha, checkmate!” 

- “Aw what?” Sirius whined. “Damn it, Prongs! You and your melodramatic-ness made me loose!” 

- “Never mind that tat, we have an emergency! Did you not hear me?!” James waved his arms frantically. 

- “Yes James, we heard you. As did the rest of bloody Hogwarts.” Sirius huffed. “Are you going to tell us what the emergency is or what?”

- “It’s Remus!” 

- At that, Sirius jumped off the bed, Peter right behind him, and ran over to James.

- “Remus? What about Remus? Is he okay?! Where is he?!” He demanded.

- Since ‘the prank’ three months ago, Remus hardly spent any time with the marauders choosing to instead spend his time alone in the library or tutoring numerous of students. 

- Sirius couldn’t even remember the last time that Remus even spoke to him - not that he deserved it but it still hurt.

- It hurt even more that once Remus stopped talking to him, he realised how head of heels in love with Remus he actually was. 

- “Pads … I think he’s on a date!” James grabbed ahold of Sirius’ wrist and pulled him out the door. “With Lily!”

- “WHAT?!” Sirius screamed, grabbing ahold of Peter’s wrist too and yanking him along with them.

- The three boy’s ran to the balcony that over looked the common room to see Remus sat in the arm chair by the fire with Lily Evans sat on the arm leaning heavily onto him, laughing loudly and smiling brightly at each other.

- Sirius felt his heart sink.

- “But … but that can’t be possible.” He whispered.

- “I doubt that Remus would do that to you, James,” Peter chirped in, “I know he doesn’t really talk much to us anymore, but he’s still your friend.”

- “But what if he always liked Lily, Pete, and just never said cause we were best friends? And what if now he doesn’t speak to us he thought ‘well, might as well now I have a chance’?” James worried his hands together. “She always did like him better than me.”

- “Nah, I don’t believe it for one sec…” Peter began, but was cut off when he saw Lily kiss Remus on the cheek and jump from his lap with a wave and a giggle and stalk out of the portrait hole.

- Remus blushed a little and covered his cheek with his hand.

- “Oh.” Peter cringed.

- “That’s it. I’m confronting him.” James shouted and stomped down the stairs and over to Remus. 


- Remus had returned to the book he was reading before Lily came over to gossip about what she caught Marlene and Dorcas doing in the 6th floor broom cupboard minutes before Filch rounded the corner on her rounds the night before.

- He was just getting to the part where The Man In Black was about to reveal the fact that he was Westley, Buttercup’s true love, when he felt a large shadow casting over him. 

- He looked up to see James Potter looming over him with his hand’s on his hips looking very stern.

- “Hello James.” Remus said with uncertainty.

- “Are you and Lily going out?” He rushed. 

- Remus couldn’t help that laugh that bubbled out with him.

- “What?!” He chuckled, “god, no!” 

- “What, she isn’t good enough for you?!” James furrowed his brows even more, crossing his hand’s over his chest.

- “No, that’s not what I’m saying at all, James. Merlin, what’s gotten into you?” Remus smirked.

- “Well then, what the hell was all that about? You two all curled up and laughing, and … and … and she kissed you!” 

- “James, you guys kiss me all the time,” he sighed, “well, you used to when we were friends.”

- “Remus …” 

- He closed his book and got up from his seat.

- “Remus, we are still frie-”

- “No, it’s okay. Let’s not get into this. I have to go tutor some third year anyway, but James. Lily and I aren’t dating. She’s not my type.” 

- Just as he began to walk around James and to the portrait hole, his eyes found Sirius’ who was stood near the couch as if he followed James but didn’t want to approach Remus himself.

- They both stared at each other with longing and regret.

- “And what is your type?” James asked, oblivious to the looks the two were sharing.

- Remus paused for a moment before turning back to James.

- “Someone who doesn’t care if I live or die, I guess.”

- With one last pointed look at Sirius, he pushed them off and exited the common room.

- Sirius could feel a tear drop roll down his cheek. 


I was feeling a little angsty … sorry D:

This is for everyone who’s down with the fuckin’ plague and depression right now.  I hope you all feel better soon <3

*

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It’s only six in the morning, but Lance has been awake for the better part of the last three hours, listening to the rain hitting the roof and windows.  

He squeezes his eyes shut, lets out a groan, and buries himself further into the blankets.  

Lance had gotten caught in the rain last night, which normally wouldn’t have been a big deal.  Except, he had been feeling a cold coming on for nearly a week now, and the rain had just kickstarted it.  

He would get out of bed, but it’s so cold, and his bed is so warm, and he feels like hell.

He sniffles, nuzzling his face into the pillow. He muffles a coughing fit into it and then shivers and pulls the blankets over his head (which is throbbing in time with the rain drops).

Sometime later, there’s a knock at the door. He feels his bed dip and there’s a hand on his shoulder, shaking him.  

“Nnnngh,” Lance groans, rolling on his stomach and hiding his head under the pillow.  

“Come on, Lance.”

“Go away, Keith,” he croaks, voice muffled by the pillow.

“The storm is going to hit tonight, and you promised us you’d come help me stock up.”

Lance groans.  The weather is calling for the biggest storm of the year, which is dumb, because why are they getting a storm in the fall?

“Just go without me, I’m tired.”

“We’re in college, we’re all tired.  Come on, classes are cancelled today, you can sleep when we get back.”

“I’m tired,” Lance gripes, gripping his blankets tighter.  

Keith sighs in frustration and gets off his bed.

Lance grins sleepily into the pillow, but then, “Shiro, he’s being a stubborn ass.”

“What?” Shiro asks.

Lance. He won’t get up.”

“Why are you getting so mad?” Lance asks, struggling into a sitting position, “and why are you telling on me? What, are you five?”

Keith’s head whips around to look at Lance.  “Because you always do this.  You promise to do something, and then you flake.  Shiro has to go to work, I can’t get everything by myself.  Get up.”

Lance groans and flops back down. There’s no way he’s winning this. “Can you just give me ten minutes?”

“Yes.  Now hurry up.”

Forty minutes later, Lance is trudging behind Keith as they walk up and down the aisles at the store.  He just wants to go back to bed, because walking is becoming more and more of an effort.

“Lance, come on,” Keith groans.

“I’m…heh…s-sorry...eh-heh…hitsch! *snff* I’m just tired.  I want to go back to bed.”

“You can after we get everything,” Keith says, tone clipped.

It’s a long process - Keith is about to murder Lance, because if he hears ‘I’m tired’ one more time, he’s going to throttle him. Finally though, they’re done, and Keith is driving them back to campus.

Lance sniffles again, which triggers a spluttering coughing fit.  He quickly buries his face in his scarf, and lets out a low groan of discomfort.  Keith grimaces when he hears Lance’s cough, and he glances over at him, concern gnawing at the pit of his stomach.

“Are-are you, um, okay?” Keith frowns.

Lance sniffles again and shrugs, slumping against the window.  

*

Lance is bundled up on the couch, wearing a sweatshirt that’s four sizes too big. The hood is flopped over his eyes and the thickest blanket they own draped over his shoulders. He’s gripping a hot cup of tea in his trembling hands - they’re shaking so badly that he doesn’t even bother trying to drink it, because he knows he’ll just spill it all over himself. He wishes he was able to drink it though, because his throat is killing him, and hot tea seems like the only thing that will help.  

Keith is pacing the living room, one hand is behind his head, gripping his hair as he waits for Shiro to pick up.

“Keith?”

“Lance is sick. What do I do?”

“Is he okay?”

“I just said he’s sick,” Keith bites.

“Relax,” Shiro chuckles, “what’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know, the fucking plague or something.”

“It’s not the plague,” Lance croaks, “it’s just a cold, I’m fine.”

“You almost passed out,” Keith bristles, pulling the phone away from his face to glare at his sick friend, “you’re not fine.”

Lance grimaces - the minute they had walked through the door, black spots clouded his vision, and he had to grip the doorframe and sink to the floor to avoid passing out.  If he didn’t feel so terrible, he would have laughed at how panicked Keith looked.

Keith turns his attention back to his phone conversation, “I don’t know what to do, when will you be home?”

“They just sent us home, the storm is starting to pick up. I’ll be home in fifteen.”

Lance sniffles, blinking heavily as his vision swims.

“Keith…could you…u-um take the tea…needa lie down,” Lance mutters, shaking his head. Keith takes it from him, and Lance grips the blanket tighter around him as he shivers and drops down onto his side.

Hhh…hih’nngxcht! *snff*”

Lance curls into himself, eyelids drooping.

“Hey, are you alright?” Keith asks.

“Jus’don’t feel good.”

“Why didn’t you just say you were sick this morning?” Keith demands.

“You were right…I do flake.”

“Being sick isn’t flaking, you moron.”

Lance shrugs.  Once the world stops moving, he pushes himself into a sitting position.

“M’going to bed.”

Keith nods, watching as Lance trudges into his room.

As soon as Shiro walks through the door, Keith sighs in relief.

“Thank God.”

“How’s Lance?” He asks, depositing his jacket, umbrella and laptop bag on the floor.

“I don’t know. He sounds like hell, though.”

Lance is lying in bed, half asleep when there’s a knock on his door.

“Hey, Lance?”

Lance sniffles, rolling on his side, “yeah, come in.”

“Hey, man,” Shiro says, leaning against the doorframe.

“Hhh…hey…hh-h-huh…*snff* Hih-ihtsch! Ngsh! *Snff* Nnnngh.” Lance groans, pain exploding in his sinuses and temples.

“How are you feeling?”

“Not great…kinda lightheaded *snff* I’m freezing.”

“Have you had any medicine?”

“Nhhh…hh-hih-hih…heh-eh…*snff* hh’ihtsch! Ngsh! Ehtsch! *snff* ndo.” He croaked, congestion seeping into his voice. He chokes on a coughing fit, and Shiro is at his side and pulling him into a sitting position in an instant. At the end of the fit, Lance sags back into the pillow, and Shiro has a hand on his forehead.

He purses his lips, “I’ll be right back.”

*

Lance wakes up in the middle of the night, shivering miserably. He wants to stay in bed, but ice is in his bones, and if he stays in bed, he’s positive he will freeze. He manages to get up, but he’s trembling so badly his teeth start chattering.

Why is it so cold?

“Sh-shiro? K-keith?” He rasps, staggering out of his room. Shiro and Keith are standing in front of the fireplace, both of them are bundled up in jackets and scarves, and they turn to look at him when they hear him emerge.

“Shit, are you alright?” Shiro asks, crossing his arms as he shivers. “I was just about to come check on you.”

“C-c-cold,” Lance says weakly, stumbling to the couch.  He drops down face-first, and groans through a coughing fit that makes his chest burn and throat ache.

He feels blankets being dropped over him, but they don’t seem to work. He’s still trembling.

“The power went out, we have no heat, I’m sorry.” Keith sighs. As soon as they get the fireplace on, Keith slips under the blankets, and Lance immediately cuddles up to him. He’s desperate for warmth, and Keith feels like a space heater right now.

“Here,” Shiro says, dropping a pile of clothes next to Lance. “Put these on, stay warm. I’m going to make you some tea.”

“I’mb tired,” Lance croaks.

“Clothes on, then sleep.”

Lance sniffles, coughing into the blankets.

“Come on,” Keith says, poking Lance.

After much poking, prodding and convincing, Lance is wearing two sweatshirts, a scarf, beanie and gloves, and he’s curled up underneath the pile of blankets.

Shiro walks back over to him a few minutes later, places the cup of tea on the coffee table and then disappears into his room.

He appears a minute later, carrying his laptop.

“I vote we watch a movie.”

“I second that,” Lance croaks, voice muffled by the blankets.  

Shiro sets up Netflix and then gets underneath the blankets on the other side of Lance.

Lance sighs in relief at the increase of body heat. Gradually, the shivering decreases, and then, he’s asleep.

Butterfly || Park Jimin

Originally posted by hohbi

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre: Angst

TRIGGER WARNING: The below content deals with mature themes such as death so if you are sensitive to the topic please do not read.


Background Information

CCHD - Critical Congenital Heart Disease

CCHD affects babies when they are born. The heart disease can cause lack of weight, obesity, lack of blood flowing through the system, and lack of oxygen to the lungs. 1 in 100 babies in the US alone are diagnosed every year, and if not treated immediately the baby has between days and months to live.


Nine months ago, if you had told Jimin that you were pregnant, he wouldn’t have believed you. He would never have thought something as amazing as this would happen to someone like him. There was no one he could have expected it to last, and for it to work out for him.

Both of you were shocked nine months ago when the doctors had told you that it had worked. The both of you had been trying for so long and it felt like an achievement passed when those words left the doctors mouth.

Now here you were, nine months later, waiting for the due date to arrive. You had a week before the baby was due, so the two of you had taken the time to start preparing for the arrival of the new member.

It started with a small pain in your stomach. You weren’t sure what it was at first. It wasn’t like the usual pregnancy cramps and it slightly worried you. It wasn’t until you went to the bathroom and saw the blood running down the inside of your thighs that you got worried.

The first thing you did was call Jimin. It took him a few seconds before his voice was flooding through the line, making you realize just how real this was.

“Y/N? What’s the matter?” You never called Jimin while he was at work, unless it was an emergency. Hearing your breathing come over the line was an instant clue that something was wrong.

“Jimin, there’s blood. There’s a lot of blood. The baby–” You couldn’t finish your sentence as the first bout of sobs broke through your lips. The pain was starting to increase and it was beginning to make your legs ache.

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• “You’re making a very big mistake,” Senate Minority Leader Schumer says he told Pres. Trump

• “Given the recent controversies surrounding the director, I believe a fresh start will serve the FBI and the nation well,” Sen. Graham says.

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• FBI Director Comey’s “removal at this particular time will raise questions,” Sen. Corker says.

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anonymous asked:

yo,.... lena getting taken by cadmus and kara just like tearing thru the place because she's so worried and lena kissing kara when they're back in the deo because she wouldn't stop babbling about how worried she was etc

you rly should blame @luthoring for what i’m abt to do

anyways! imagine this:

lena is kidnapped on what’s their standing date night.

kara talked with j'onn so he could look out after the city for this night, bc it was a special night. kara herself was too busy flying from one place to the other, organizing everything and buying the things she forgot for their date, as she was the one organizing everything.

lena’s last meeting of the day should finish at 7pm and she was supposed to be home early for their date.

except she doesn’t show up.

when it’s around 8pm and lena still hasn’t shown up, hasn’t answered any of her texts or called back, kara starts to get concerned. she tries to tell herself lena is just busy, hasn’t finished her meeting yet, and she shouldn’t get worried bc there’s nothing wrong. either way, she stills calls jess to ask if lena will take too long to finish, bc she doesn’t want the food to get cold.

jess is confused, tells her lena left the office even earlier than planned bc she wanted to surprise kara.

at this point, kara is already beyond concerned and frustrated. she tries to expand her senses, tries to locate lena, all the while sending text after text, only stopping to call her - only for all calls to go straight to voicemail.

when she isn’t able to locate lena and doesn’t manage to get in contact with her, she quickly changes into her supergirl suit and flies to the deo to see if they know what happened.

she’s halfway there when alex’s voice comes through the comlink, asking her where she is and telling her to come to the deo because they have an emergency

she can hear it in alex’s voice, in the way it’s carefully controlled, that she won’t like what’s happening and her breath catches in her throat and her heart twists painfully because the only thing she can think about is lena

she arrives at the deo, hurrying to her sister’s side and not even stopping to smile or wave at the agents she passes, as she usually does.

she knows the situation is really bad when the first thing alex does is squeeze her shoulder and say, more a warning than anything, “don’t freak out”

she doesn’t noticed how her fists clench when they tell her lena has been kidnapped by cadmus, show her the video they streamed of lena, tied to a chair, blood running down her face. she doesn’t notice the snarl on her lips or the narrowing of her eyes until alex is tightening the hand on her shoulder and calling her name in that sharp tone of hers.

winn is working himself on the ground trying to locate them and j'onn stands near by, offering support in his own way, while barking orders to the agents forming the strike/rescue team

she takes a deep breath, stills herself to the best of her abilities and waits, fighting the urge to fly in search of lena herself, knowing she won’t find anything

as soon as winn shouts “i found it! i found them!” and points the location on the map on the computer, she’s out of the deo, moving as fast as she can and ignoring the shouts of “supergirl!” and people telling her to wait

she arrives at the warehouse and makes quick work of the entrance, tearing through everything on her way, knocking out anyone trying to stop her and breaking weapons in pieces

it’s only when she comes across the room they’re holding lena in that she slows down, tries to calm herself

she realizes something is wrong when her knees weaken and give away beneath her, feels suddenly nauseous and hears a man laugh. she notices the kryptonite in his hands when h steps closer, bending down so he can be eye level with her.

“well well well, supergirl. we all thought you weren’t going to show up at this point. poor young miss luthor had to be gagged while we waited for you”

she feels hot red rage at this point, harder than she ever felt. she briefly considers that it was a bad idea to come alone, that maybe she should have waited for the others, but it’s soon gone when the man goes on to tell her this is a surprise gift from lillian. after all, what better way to get back at her daughter and get rid of the aliens at the same time than using lena as a bait then finished off both her and her precious hero at the same time?

she tries to fight despite her weakened state, but can barely move anymore with the amount of kryptonite near her.

she listens to the man’s monologue, has nothing she can do and she starts to lose hope. her eyes meet lena’s across the room and she see the fear and desperation in lena’s eyes.

it’s at this point that j'onn comes flying in, knocking the man into a wall and putting the kryptonite back in the lead box. the deo agents come closely behind, their shouts of “clear” and some of “what happened here” being heard before they even appear in her line of vision

as soon as she starts feeling a it better, she gets up and shakily makes her way to where an agente is freeing lena of her bounds

she takes over them, freeing her faster than humanly possible. as soon as lena is free, she takes her into her arms, not even mending everyone else in the room

she hugs as tight as she knows she can without hurting lena, repeating “i love you"s and “i’m glad we found you” and “rao, i was so worried” in between breaths and while listening to lena’s heartbeat, to assure herself she’s really alive

it’s when lena untangles herself from her and moves back just enough they can look face to face that she stops talking

when lena smiles that soft and beautiful smile of hers, reserved just for kara, she can feel herself truly relaxing for the first time since the start of the night

and it’s when lena says “and i’m glad you’re alright, i love you” and kisses her that she feels her at peace and at home.

Guardian (XVIII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Violent imagery

Word Count: 4,157

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Jongdae is your guardian angel)

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I'm pregnant not stupid

I work at a lovely Inn of such high Quality and I work the 11pm- whenever the lovely morning person decides to show (suppose to be 7am but hey ya know what does it matter if you show up at 8 or 9).
Now honestly I love customer service I honestly do, interacting with people is awesome but I’ll be damned if some people don’t need duct tape over their pie holes or a “asshole alert” to ring when they show up. Really the main things are as follow:
1. If you don’t have a valid (nonexpired) DL I can’t check you in, no we can’t take passports instead.
2. Yes the pool is closed along with the workout room, yes I know you’re upset but don’t yell at me because the owner hasn’t taken the few minutes to update the website which you didn’t even know existed till you left a bad review this morning.
3. When I ask if you want a paper copy or email copy of your receipt that does not mean sit there and say “yes” while texting on your phone, FFS PUT IT DOWN FOR THE 2 MINUTES IT TAKES FOR ME TO CHECK YOU OUT.
4. We have the continental breakfast, the restaurant that is attached is not affiliated with us expect for sharing the restrooms.
5. Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m unable to do my job, don’t sit there and try to tell my manager that I shouldn’t be working I’m trying hard enough to be kept on schedule as is.
6. If you see me put the coffee out do not sit there and try to BS me that it’s cold already YOU JUST WATCHED ME PUT IT OUT.
7. No I won’t give you a free upgrade because of the pool being out and you didn’t pay attention when I told you as you checked in, you already signed the agreement that’s not on me because you can’t listen.
8. I’m polite because I have to be, don’t mistake that as flirtiness and make comments how “if I were your husband I’d lock you up and keep you to myself” that’s creepy, period.
9. Do not proceed to stare at me and watch me work then get offended when I ask if you need something 3 times in a row because it’s part of the job and you’re making me uncomfortable.
10. Unless you’re a regular I’m not going to know you or what “the last person” did for you because I’m not them, and quite frankly I won’t give a damn even after you tell me.
11. You’re more likely to get things sooner if you say please or actually tell me you need something, otherwise don’t think I can read your mind then complain in the morning. I tell you right away as I check you in if you need something let me know (this also means don’t get a big creeper smile and say “Can I have you?” As you walk away. I will promptly be shuddering and hiding from you every time I see you.
12. Don’t. EVER. Snap your fingers and whistle at me if I’m in the middle of something. I will not respond even once you start with “hey, yo, are you deaf?” Because I’m petty and how hard is it to say “excuse me” really?
13. Yes I will take the front desk bell away from your child who is pounding on it, no I will not apologize when they start crying because you didn’t teach them manners.
14. Great you know the owner so do i, but the price is set and it’s not my call to change it but feel free to email oh wait you said she? Yeah no wrong hotel buddy.
15. (Coworkers) Just do your job. Please don’t call me in telling me it’s a medical emergency then let me hear you laughing about it to the manager cause now if you call and it is an emergency, buckle up buckaroo cause I won’t be answering my phone.

These are just a few of them that I wanted off my chest.

Reminiscence | Hanahaki! Ong Seongwoo - Soulmate Series

sequel to Sacrifice

genre: angst & fluff

member: Ong Seongwoo (ft. Park Woojin & Kang Daniel)

requested: yes

a/n: I’m really happy that you like Sacrifice and thank you for requesting for the second part! I hope it lives up to your expectations!

summary: you realized that you actually loved Seongwoo and you missed him so much it hurt.

hanahaki disease: an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love.

soulmate series: Kang Daniel | Park Jihoon | Lee Daehwi | Kim Jaehwan | Ong Seongwoo | Park Woojin | Lai Guanlin | Yoon Jisung | Hwang Minhyun | Bae Jinyoung | Ha Sungwoon

Sacrifice | Reminiscence

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At the sound of polished leather shoes clunking lightly on the rug, Alec glances up from his book, feeling a smile emerge as he hears Magnus walk out of their bedroom.

“Alexander,” Magnus says, face lit by the still-setting sun that casts orange and gold on his features. “Shall we head out?”

Alec’s smile drops.

“Alexander?”

Alec stands slowly, mouth agape and stomach clenching, the book in his grip dropping to the couch, flimsy yellow pages crinkling against the cushions. His hands tremble as he reaches out, fingers drawing close to touch the tall sweep of Magnus’s hair, the green-black jacket wrapped tight around his shoulders, the pants…

The pants.

They look painted on, so tight that there’s absolutely nothing left to the imagination, every dip and curve of of his legs as obvious as if Magnus weren’t wearing pants at all. Alec imagines peeling those pants off, tracing his tongue everywhere, revealing more smooth skin, inch by inch…

“Magnus?” he says faintly, his voice hoarse and throaty.

Magnus strides forward, worry on his face, eyes darting all over Alec in innocent concern. “Alexander, are you alright?”

His legs, shifting in the tight confines of those pants…

“Oh my god,” Alec murmurs.

His knees knock together, suddenly weak, and he sways on his feet, body limp and boneless and helpless against the man - all his, all his, all his - standing in front of him.

“Alexander, what is it?” Magnus rushes toward him, moving fast, legs pumping, and -

Alec’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he crumples into the sofa and faints.

so i got a prompt from @shouvley for nurseydex that was “Nursey starts breaking things on purpose just to see if Dex can fix them” and i loved it honestly…plus it gave me an excuse to write one of my very favorite nurseydex tropes, which is nursey having not even a little bit of chill. also, it reminds me a whole lot of that story from holes where the handyman tells the schoolteacher “i can fix that” and that’s one of the most iconic love stories of our generation so??? enjoy this story about two dumb boys who like each other

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The first time it happens, it’s an accident. Really.

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selkiedutchess  asked:

Hey, so I love pinnepeds and I've recently come across a set of videos of sea lions yelling like people- but all the videos I've seen they're in captivity. It doesn't appear to be trained behaviour but I'm worried it's a sign of stress or aggression, do you have any idea what this behaviour is?

It’s totally normal pinniped communication - what you’re seeing is that people aren’t (and shouldn’t) be close enough to wild ones to get good recordings of the noises they make. Sea lions are especially well known for their yelling, since they’re most vocal species of pinniped: they bark, growl, trumpet, roar, and more. 

I can’t really tell you if the specific videos you’re talking about are stress or aggression because so many of their sounds fall into the category of ‘sounds like a yelling man’, but you’re much more likely to just be witnessing normal social interactions and communications between seals or between the animal and keeper staff. Some of the calls might be antagonistic - I was just at Brookfield Zoo and one of the adult females definitely yelled at / charged at the juveniles that were getting too close to her training session (and therefore her food) - but that doesn’t mean they’re abnormal or something that’s because the animals are in human care. Those little pups from my example would have likely been chased away from high-value resources in any situation, wild or captive. 

It’s not actually just sea lions that sound like people, though! The New England Aquarium had a fur seal named Cordova a number of years ago whose calls sounded so much like a person that when she decided to get noisy, boats out in the harbor behind the facility would call emergency services worried about hearing a person in need of rescue that they just couldn’t find.