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Writers

Writer says: So I had this crazy idea one day and I just had to work on it. Here ya go!

Writer means: So I had this crazy idea either right before getting in the shower or right before falling asleep so I grabbed my fucking laptop and shat all over it to create the steaming pile of crap that I now lay before you. I don’t even know if it’s good anymore. I haven’t slept in two days.

Writer says: Wow, real life’s getting busy! Sorry on the slow updates.

Writer means: My life is a literal storm of shit at the moment. Why did I decide to do this. Why am I still doing this. Everything around me is spinning out of control and I am staying up ‘til 5:30 in the morning every night to create a piece of work that will only get two comments and 12 demands for quicker updates. I hope no one’s mad at me, all I wanted to do was write.

Writer says: Wow! Would you look at that! I updated on time! Please enjoy!

Writer means:  WOOOOOOHOOOOOO BITCHES LOOK AT THIS PRODUCTIVE ASSHOLE GO YEEEEEHAAAAWWWW TAKE THAT YOU NASTY REVIEWERS ALWAYS DEMANDING ME TO BE FASTER! I GOT THIS SHIT I GOT THIS SHIT

Writer says: This chapter was a toughie. Glad it’s finally done!

Writer means: I don’t know if this is good or not. I honestly don’t fucking know. I’ve read the same words over and over and over again and I just couldn’t look at it anymore. My beta said it was ok but I’m not confident but HOLY SHIT I JUST NEED TO STOP WRITING THIS FUCKIGN CHAPTER.

Writer says: Thanks for reading!

Writer means: Please, oh please oh please oh please leave me a review. A comment. Anything. Please tell me you’re out there. Please tell me someone is reading this.

Writer says: I just want to say that real life is getting pretty hectic right now. Please try to be patient with me, I know you guys want updates. Thanks! :)

Writer means: FUCK. YOU. Who the fuck do you think you are, demanding shit from me?! You don’t know my life! I have a very busy life! I create shit for free, you entitled son of a pig-fucker! STOP LEAVING ME COMMENTS TELLING ME TO UPDATE SOON OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL PUKE ALL OVER MY COMPUTER 

Writer says: What’s gonna happen next? Who knows? Hee hee ;)

Writer means: I have no fucking clue what the next chapter is going to look like. What’s my plot? I don’t know. I feel no emotion.

Writer says: Please leave a comment! It helps me write!

Writer means: I am begging you to leave me a comment because I swear it’s the only thing that’s keeping me motivated right now, I hate the work I put out and I need reassurance that people are actually enjoying this.

Writer says: I hope you enjoyed that chapter, big things are coming up! ;)

Writer means: Buckle up bitches, someone’s gonna die.

Writer says: I know I’ve missed a few updates, but I swear I plan on finishing this story! 

Writer means: *high pitched eternal screeching*

Writer says: Here we are at long last! This has been one wild ride. I want to thank you all so much for your support and love, I adore each and every one of you. I am so happy to say that this story has come to a wonderful close.

Writer means: My body is numb. Voices call out to me from the void, but I can no longer hear them over the beating of my racing heart. I am stressed to the point where I feel no relief. The story is done. It’s fucking DONE. I loved it, I hated it, it was a fucking storm of horror and pain. I can no longer see color. Now I can at last relax and…wait……wait a second………..holy shit I just thought of the best idea for a one-shot that’s totally gonna turn into a 50 chapter slow burn AU fic leT’S FUCKING DO THIS

Man: Hey, did you see that stylish blonde walking around town?

Man: Did I! He’s cute - and has a nice camera!

Man: I know - I’m so jealous. I wanted to ask where he got it, but just can’t work up the nerve to talk to him. 

Prompto’s Gay-sass-in Festival :) 

Push Over(Jimin Smut)

So, I will only warn you once. If you want to think you’re bad ass and read this then you’re on your own. This is NSFW AND I’M GOING TO WARN YOU IT IS TRIGGERING THIS IS NOT SOMETHING FOR THE KIDDIES DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE THE KINKS ABOVE AND INCASE YOU DID NOT TAKE THE TIME TO READ THEM I WILL TELL YOU RIGHT NOW WHAT THE KINKS ARE

GUN PLAY, OIL, VIBRATORS, SPANKINGS, CHOKING, ORAL, ANAL, OVER-STIMULATION, RECORDING, DIRTY TALKING. I don’t regret anything. 

@irene-diabolik

 

Push Over:

There you were sitting there with your fingers drumming impatiently against the table you were waiting at. You were beyond pissed/ You were so lived that you felt as if your whole world was turning upside down. You couldn’t believe Jimin had actually stood you up. Here you were, in a short tight red velvet dress hair dolled up in a bun that was decorated with jewels. Eyes lined with a mixture of light and dark seductive makeup and lipstick decked out on your lips. You were past a dime piece tonight and you hated these kinds of places especially wearing tight dresses. You were more of a baggy sweats and tank top kind of woman. Fancy events didn’t excite you but because it was an anniversary you told yourself that it would be better this way. To at least make the male happy because he had done so much for you and he had made your lives better together. But now all these higher up people were looking at you with judgmental gazes. You knew what they were thinking. That you were stuck up, maybe waiting for a man, or for someone to notice you. And who were you to tell them that you weren’t? Because it was none of their fucking business what you were doing here but because it was a constant glare and a constant feeling of eyes on you. Your hand swiped out to pick up your phone, reading that it was 11 PM five hours after the set date with Jimin, you gripped at all you had throwing a hundred-dollar bill down on the table walking out of the door.

You were hurt. It stung deeply, telling yourself to just plant one foot in front of the other you could feel the burning in your reddened cheeks. Black heels piercing the tiled floor as you walked out one of the most upscale popular restaurants in Seoul, you reached a hand out to hail a cab and of course some blew you off because you were a female. Sighing softly, you waited patiently, the cold wind whipping against your cheeks.

“It’s cold out. Take my jacket bunny.” You imagined Jimin saying to you. Seeing an illusion of him standing beside you, dressed down in a black suit and a white tie. His pink hair combed back and gelled down. You were so intoxicated by his beauty, at first you didn’t notice the tears sliding down your cheeks, or the taxi cab that was honking at you until the fourth time the horn sounded. You snapped out of it quickly, opening the back door, you sat down bowing your head in apology to the indifferent driver wiping your cheeks quickly. Crying was never your forte, your mother had told you it was ok to let out a few tears every now and then but you had got caught up in a dangerous life. Drugs, sex, violence and everything in between so there was no room for crying, unless of course it was tears of pleasure. It had started years ago. You were young and naïve taking the bus home when you knew better, you knew you should have called your parents but you were a hard-headed girl. Getting off the bus you were snatched by gang members, who pointed a gun to your head and told you not to utter a word. Bringing you to an old abandoned building you were sat in a chair and talked down on like you were nothing more than garbage. But luckily for you, the leader of the gang had a son a few years older than you who wanted you the very moment he had set eyes on you. It was a match made in heaven or hell, however you look at it. Park Jimin was your everything. He had given you everything. Yes of course you weren’t into the whole gang love and you refused to give him the time or day. But he started undermining you, showing up to your house, barging in to meet your parents. He even picked you up from school offering you protection from bullies who teased you for being the smart goody girl. It didn’t take long to have you fallen for his charms or in his bed.

He was a wildfire that consumed your body and left nothing for the waking. But lately he wasn’t here. You assumed it was because of his business he was running, or running away from the cops themselves. But it seemed like now he was running from you. He came home and he was too tired to do anything, in the mornings he tried to have quickies but it wasn’t something you enjoyed anymore. He always fucked you rough he never took his time to enjoy you. And that was what you hated. You felt like you were just becoming another girl that he stringed along in his life and those promises forever and always. They seemed to fade in the distance like his voice. Those cheap thrill words he told you just to get you cumming so he could say he tired you out. There was no love, he didn’t hold you. He didn’t make you feel wanted. And he never talked to you. He just shut you out. Completely ignoring you. So when he asked for a date you were shocked thinking this was just what you both needed to get each other back on one accord. That it would solve all of your problems. And then he didn’t show up. A typical Jimin doing typical shit. And you were tired of having a typical man with typical charms.

Slamming the door once you got home, the taxi driver blew at you speeding off and you flipped him off screaming. It wasn’t his fault, you didn’t mean to take your anger out on him, it just sort of happened when you were worked up and it had been a few weeks since the last time you had even been touched. Opening the door to your house, you half expected to see Jimin there apologizing. But all you felt was the coldness of the air draft hitting your skin. The cold light switches off in the dark house showing that no one had been there since you left. Sliding down to the floor you shut the door behind you, a ball of tears and throbbing feet until you picked up the pieces of your heart and got your ass in your bed.

~

“Good morning.” Jimin’s soft voice rang out from the kitchen where he sat as you walked in through the doors wearing a full on T-shirt with a bra underneath it and sweatpants with panties. You never went to sleep with all your clothing on but ever since that night a month ago you vowed to never give into Jimin, to make a change and maybe leave. He had come home the next day apologizing and asking for a redo. You had simply walked off not even answering him. And that is how it has been for the past month. The tension growing thicker every time he tried to talk to you because you didn’t give a fuck about what he had to say anymore. He tried to help you wash dishes, you were drop them and move around, he would offer you to cook, you stopped it all together throwing the food out to get takeout instead. Jimin tried to help you undress because he thought you would let him bury himself balls deep into your pussy but he later had a rude awakening when you pushed him away and gave him a death glare. Not even saying a word now, you saw the coffee and breakfast he cooked for you but instead of taking it you grabbed a bottle of water opting out of eating at home today.

“Are you fucking kidding me Y/N! It’s been a month already!” Jimin shouted, his voice no longer soft nor sweet how he was trying to imitate it. You turned around to watch him, opening up the bottle of cold water you pressed it to your lips taking a swig of the coolness before you licked your lips not even responding to what he said. Walking off from him you made your way back up the stairs to your room blowing him off once again. While you were getting dressed you heard a lot of slamming things down stairs and things being broken. You smirked to yourself, proud that he was a pit of feels and not knowing what to do with himself. He wasn’t the one embarrassed, or the one that got stood up and left alone. He wasn’t the one who went weeks without being touched, and months without being loved. That was the fucked up part. You gave Park Jimin everything he wanted and you had made up your mind you would never get it back. Planning on leaving him, you had started to look for other places to live, working late at the dance studio to earn more money for a down payment. This was the final week of you dealing with his shit. And you’d leave for good.

Changing into jogging spandex pants and a red sports bra you decided to go jogging without a shirt today. Maybe if you were lucky someone would see you and want to sweep you off of your feet. You did your hair in a lose high ponytail, putting on your wireless beats earphones in your ear, you let your phone Bluetooth your music and walking down the stairs you looked around for Jimin. Of course he was gone and despite some part of you feeling happy about it, there was a tiny part of you wishing that it wouldn’t had been so. Grabbing at your keys to the house you put on your shoes and shut the door starting your jog.

~

The jog was something to help you take your mind off things. At first you hated running, but then you wanted to stay in shape for Jimin. Now you ran to burn out your anger and any other feelings that managed to seep through your bones. It had been a good two miles that you ran on the pavement of the backroads by the park outline. You didn’t want to run through the crowds of the people so this was a safe way for you to run and make sure that you got your exercise. Legs shaking, you could feel the beat of your heart against your ribcage, the sweat pouring down from your face and breast to your stomach and neck. Your legs shaking lightly, the burn felt so good, even your ass cheeks felt it. Smiling to yourself you were singing an upbeat song and then like that it was all gone.

A hand around your mouth you were about to scream until you saw nothing but blackness over your eyes. Trying to fight with what little strength you had your body was hauled up over someone’s shoulder and you were thrown into a vehicle. You knew so because you could feel your body sliding with every twist and turn it made. A hand reaching up to take off the black thing over your head, your arms were soon caught behind your back and you couldn’t move. You fought and struggled to get out of it before you blacked out from the lack of air a million thoughts running through your mind. And the biggest one itself was that Jimin wouldn’t even know nor care.

A yell from your lips sounded off as you woke up by the surprise of cold water pouring down on your body. You were soaking wet, eyes glaring around in a panic to see what happened you were shocked to see yourself in the old abandoned warehouse that was the location for Jimin’s gang and where you both first met. Looking around and then straight forward you saw him there, wearing a long black sleeved shirt and blue jeans that were ripped and fitting on his thighs. His hair wild and everywhere Jimin had a gun in his hand, it was just sitting there sleek and black. He waved it at two people and looking around as far as you could, you saw the men retreating leaving you there with just Jimin and his friend.

“I never thought I would have to do this to you. But it seems times just, cause for drastic measures. Now I’m going to offer you one chance to speak. Or I will force it out of you.” Jimin spoke to you slowly. And then it all came back to you. Glaring at him you didn’t quite know what he meant until you landed your eyes on the gun again and you gave him a snarl.

There was silence in the room for a bit, before Jimin sighed and he stood up walking towards you. “You know you really fucking piss me off sitting there like a fucking robot. Is that what you want to be treated like? Nothing.. A fucking rag doll? A piece of shit?” Jimin asked as he got right in your face, hands on his knees as he watched you. When you didn’t even mumble a word he rolled his eyes, unlocking the safety option he pressed the cold gun against your left temple and it caused you to gasp your body seeming to react as you whimpered slightly. “She’s alive!!” He rang out dramatically like a deranged person, the gun pushing so hard against your head it tilted it a bit. Your chest rising and falling with each harsh breath you took, your eyes looked up at him and fear gripped at your heart. Trying to move your hands so that you could slap him, but you were bound to the chair your ankles and wrist by rope.

“Oh yes, I thought of it all. See, I’m going to make you taught. I’m going to get a whole lot out of you today miss. I will make sure you say something.” Jimin purred gently. He let the gun slowly drift down your face towards your neck, over your collarbones and to your breast. The barrel running against each of your nipples before he moved the gun down the dip of your breast towards your stomach. He smirked watching you, watching how your breath became staggered your eyes opening wider in fear. He was enjoying this a bit too much. The barrel of the gun continued to slide until it was resting against your center. He rubbed it up and down your pussy and you wanted to jerk your hips away but you couldn’t move you couldn’t go anywhere. “Does my baby girl like that?” He teased you with a chuckle.

“GO TO HELL!” You shouted at him, tears driving down your cheeks as you gritted your teeth watching him. Jimin didn’t like that. Gripping at the gun he pressed it under your chin making your eyes lock with his as he responded to you.

“I’m taking a first class trip there and I’m fucking taking you with me.” He snarled in your face before he pulled back. Jimin moved behind you and all you could hear was steps. Your hands tried to jerk harder at the chair but it was no use, it was not moving in your favor. You saw the back of him as he sat up the camera turning it on. Your eyes moving to look at the single mattress that was on the floor. You didn’t know how you didn’t see it but the toys, so many toys. You felt your stomach tighten because you knew what was coming.

Jimin moved once he had everything set up he walked towards you, quickly undoing your arms, and when he bent down to undo your legs you lounged at him, knocking him down you both wrestled for quite some time because he had taught you how to fight. It took a few more minutes, of your hands slapping across his face and you almost elbowing him in the groin for Jimin to punch you in your stomach, not enough to hurt you just enough to make you lose your breath. He gripped at your leg pulling you towards the mattress and you fought at him, trying to get free.

“LET ME GO!” You shouted at him and he shook his head looking back at you.

“You don’t get to talk to me now.” He said with a icy stare until he had you on the bed. Jimin made quick work of undressing you and leaving you naked, your arms bound behind your back once again he had you on your knees looking up at him waiting. “Fuck you look so good like this bunny.” He said that one word, that one fucking word that you longed to hear him call you. It was a different pet name and it always made you wet, even right now despite you wanting to beat the hell out of him and run away to never be seen again. Jimin chuckled, his eyes were hot on you glued with lust, he wanted to devour you right then and there. He walked behind you before he pushed you forwards with your ass in the air slapping at your cheeks he groaned. He spread your ass cheeks apart licking a strip from your pussy all the way up to your tight anal entrance circling his tongue around you. You gasped out in pleasure, before your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip and you told yourself not to moan no matter what he did to you. Jimin seeing this, reached beside the bed grabbing at the baby oil he managed to bring with him. Letting both of your cheeks go he poured the oil on your ass. Making it a wet mess, rubbing in the oil and leaving it to not soak in your skin, he lifted his hand landing a harsh slap to your left ass cheek. He did it over and over again on both cheeks, until the skin was reddened and bruised with his hands prints in your skin. Jimin was letting his sadistic side come out to play.

Grabbing at some warming lube, he rubbed the substance on his fingers, trailing them to your slit he used two to rub harshly up and down your wet throbbing slit smirking as he felt how wet you were by all that was happening to you. Your hips responded so well despite your words of not wanting it. Jimin knew your secrets well so he knew you loved every moment of this fantasy. Moving to grip at a small silver bullet attached to a remote Jimin tapped the bullet against your clit using the remote to turn the settings on the medium one, watching your head roll back as you tried to stop a cry of pleasure from leaving your lips. He moved to stand in front of you, pulling you up by your hair he pressed your face to his clothed crouch. He moaned feeling your face against the hardened bulge that was aching to feel you after so long. He rutted his hips against your face, until you bit at his member harshly a cry of pleasure falling from his lips as he tore you away from his throbbing member with a glare down at you. The grip on your hair made you whimper, the murderous look in his eyes did nothing but aid you into your first orgasm of the night and a short cry feel from your lips.

“I never told you to cum you fucking bitch, and I never told you to bite me. But since you want to do what you think is best. How about we see how many times I can make you cum?” He asked rhetorically. Reaching down to grab the remote he turned it on higher causing the bullet to go to work on your clit making it pulse and causing your pussy to slip out more juices that landed on the mattress. Jimin pulled back to take off his clothes bit by bit until he was naked and his dick was pressing against the bottom of his stomach leaking and red.

He moved to grip at your hair again. “Open your mouth.” He commanded pressing your head against his shaft. When you didn’t obey he only chuckled in response. “It’s time to break you again.” He leaned down grabbing at the gun pressing it against your forehead, it caused an immediate reaction from you. “Open. Your fucking mouth.” Jimin commanded, and since he had never used a gun on you before you were indeed a little worked up. And wondering why the hell it still made you wet. You opened your mouth for him, and he slid the gun into your mouth against your tongue as he watched you. “My sweet sweet bunny. Don’t make me use this. I’m going to fuck this pretty little face of yours ok? And if you even graze your teeth too hard against my shaft. I will fucking end you right here. Don’t play with me, you know how I can get when I don’t get what I want.” Jimin pouted moving the gun from your parted lips that stayed open. He guided his cock into your wet warm mouth a low groan falling from his lips. He watched you through hooded eyes, his hips snapping forward gently to bury his cock deeper into your mouth each time.

He was so thick, it had been a while since he face fucked you, and here you were trying not to choke every time he reached the back of your throat. Jimin pulled back to press the gun on the mattress by him so that he could reach it if he needed to. Both hands gripping at your hair he fist it, gripping on the strands so tight you knew you’d have a headache later. He started to face fuck you harder, his cock brushing to bury itself down your throat he didn’t care that your eyes were burning with tears as he stretched out your mouth. Your throat burned and your body convulsed again as your second orgasm rippled through you. Crying out it only vibrated around him as he watched you. Spit dripping down your parted lips onto your chin and your breast he snarled. “You’re such a fucking dirty little slut aren’t you? Look how fucked your face is because you can’t handle my cock. It’s been so long you’re making a fucking mess. That little pussy hurts yet hmm? Does it feel good to be overstimulated my little bunny? My dirty little fucking whore, you’re going to be in for a good surprise from daddy tonight. You are just so-“ He let out a string of curses, fucking your face harder his balls slapping on your chin getting wet by your spit he continued to bury your mouth on his shaft. One hand letting you go so that he could pinch your nose and cut off your air he slowed his hips down, watching you he would slide his cock all the way down your throat, hold it there and pull away when he heard you choke and gag.

He kept it up, and your heart was racing in your chest, body rocking and hips rutting against the bullet lulling against your clit you felt like a ruined slut and it felt so fucking good to have Jimin treating you like this. You watched him with more tears streaming down your eyes, full on sobbing at the moment you took more for him. He moved to slide his cock all the way down your throat, cutting off your air completely you choked again, eyes shutting for a moment as the air left your body and your hips jerked harshly forward signaling your third orgasm. Jimin pulled back releasing his hold from your nose to grip at his cock watching you lose yourself. He jerked off his wet shaft, pumping his hardened cock until strings of thick white cum was painting your face in a mess. He cursed out loud watching as he gave you a facial at a perfect angle for the camera to catch it all. When he was done he let you go, watching your body fall forward he smirked proud at how you were ruined. His cock twitching again and he was still hard.

Jimin moved behind you, spreading your legs wide he leaned down to push his tongue into your tight little asshole tongue fucking you impatiently he tried to stretch you out as much as possible. Your hips were moving, and you were still sobbing against the mattress the feeling of his wet tongue buried in your ass only made you lose your breath, looking up at the camera you groaned shuddering in uttermost pleasure. Jimin pulled back and aligned himself with your asshole, pushing himself into your ass quickly to get the pain over with. He held your hips, spreading your legs wide he reached over your body to grab at a black whip. He poured some oil on your back, as he pulled back and slipped back inside of you he started to whip your back causing you to shudder under him crying out at the mixture of both the pleasure and the pain. You could feel his hips connecting with yours, balls hitting your pussy he was fucking you into the mattress with all he had. The whipping on your back didn’t hurt you, it just caused little shocks to run through your body and you couldn’t handle it along with the vibrations on your clit. Your hips was rutting again and you knew from how your body was betraying you that you would come again. Jimin dropped the whip, reaching to grip at your head, he used two fingers from each of his hands, lifting a leg up to plant his foot into the mattress he fucked harder into you snapping his hips forward and his kept your mouth spread wide open to hear your cries of pleasure, the position being both humiliating to you and a quite turn on.

“Do you like this slut? You like feeling me buried in this tight little asshole of yours? Maybe I should have fucked this more often. It grips my cock so nice and tight and you take me so fucking good inside of here. Look at how you cry for me, begging for more. Wanting me to fill you all the way up don’t you because you’re my little cum slut that’s what you are. Look at this ass bouncing on my hips. You fucking love every second of this.” He egged you on loving to see the way your body arched when you were close to another orgasm. He kept pounding into you, to feel the vice like grip off your asshole around him while he was pounding into you until you were cumming again body going limb in his hold.

“No more! Please Jimin no more!” You cried out as you felt another orgasm ripple through you. It was painful, and you knew without a doubt you had never cum so much. Pretty soon there would be nothing left. Jimin pulled out of you after letting you ride out your orgasm, He flipped you on your stomach spreading your legs wide he removed the vibrator from your clit turning the bullet off. You thought he was done and you felt instant relief until he was pushing his cock until your drenched wet walls.

“N-no Jimin please please please- I can’t cum anymore.” You begged him, eyes half hooded and lips parted you took deep breaths trying to calm yourself down. Jimin was not listening to anything you had to say. Gripping at your hips he started to pull out of you only to push in deeper inside of you.

His eyes remained on yours, his hips circling as he concentrated on how tight your pussy was, he missed it. All of it. He hands gently rubbed at your hips in a comforting manner, basking in your little tiny whimpers Jimin took his time pounding inside of you. Your pussy could feel all of him, the outline of his cock, his hard veins grazing at your walls. How thick he was, how he was throbbing just by being inside of you. It felt so good, and though you were sore you welcomed all that he gave you. You watched him, as he ground his hips deep into you, barely pulling back he drove himself as deep as he could inside of you.

“I’m sorry.” He moaned out watching you and you shook your head no, not wanting to forgive him at a time like this. “I’m sorry for all the hurt I did to you.” He moaned as he started to move faster. “I’m sorry for not being around.” He mumbled out letting his hips gently graze against your spot. “I’m sorry for making you feel like shit.” He paused his hips, staying connected to you, he reached his arms down to wrap around your lower back, lifting you up so that you were straddling him as he started to grip your hips tighter dropping you down on him reaching your depth a bit better. “I’m sorry for making your cry.” He continued leaning up to latch his lips onto your nipples sucking on each of them, he bounced you harder on him, his hands soon reaching to grip at your plump ass as he ran his tongue up and down your hardened nipples humming. “I’m sorry for not opening up or saying I love you enough.” He continued to moan against your skin. You were swimming with emotions, and the tears sliding down your face were all from different reasons. “I’m sorry you felt you didn’t matter. And I’m sorry for standing you up.” He paused your hips holding you in the air Jimin harshly snapped his hips up pounding against your spot he fucked you in the air causing you to cry out. “Say you forgive me.” He urged as you shook your head no. It felt so good, he was fucking your spot right and you were going to cum so soon. Your stomach convulsing you rolled your head back but Jimin stopped slowing down you shouted out looking at him. Knowing what he wanted by the look in his eyes you gave in because, some part of you knew he deserved to hear those words.

“I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment. It was childish! I love you Jimin, fuck I love you so much ok? But if you don’t let me cum I’m leaving your ass for good.” You threatened him. That was all it took to have a crooked smile pressed against his lips. He let his hips surge upwards burying himself to the hilt he fucked you hard and fast, the only sounds being heard were the wet sounds of your pussy combined with the pants and moans from both of you. It didn’t take him long to have you cumming on his cock, your stomach clenching as your eyes screwed shut and lips fell open. Jimin watched the look of pain and pleasure wash through your face. It had taken everything he had not to cum before you did, but here and now he was meeting his end with you letting his white load bury deep into your walls. Jimin continued to bounce you on his cock until you were both satisfied. He pulled out of you slowly resting you on his chest he undid your wrist freeing you finally. Silence echoed throughout the room as his hands rubbed up and down your back.

“You remembered.” You said simply talking about the force fantasy you’ve always had for some time now.

“How could I forget? I was so against doing it. I had never seen you so upset for telling me a secret. I vowed to myself I would save it, for a drastic measurement. And this was that.” Jimin started with a sheepish laugh, his voice still husky due to the intense moment you both just had. “I saw the house listings when you didn’t log out of the computer..” Jimin said after sometime looking up at the ceiling. “God, it had just been us for so long. I just thought you’d never leave no matter what I did. I didn’t apologize. Because I was just being stupid. Angry around here and taking it out on you. It didn’t hit me I’d lose you until I saw that. I was scared… For the first time since I lost my father you made me scared.” Jimin admitted looking down at you. Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t help but kiss him, because that was something you both hadn’t shared yet today. A long deep passionate kiss with tongues gliding against each other until no one had any breath.

“I was going to leave you. But part of me keep holding onto you. Even when I thought this was real. That I’d actually get kidnapped. All I wanted was you Jimin. I kept asking myself, would you know or care? And it worried me to think, that I was being childish instead of talking to you about it. I’ll never let it happen again.” You said with a sincere smile.

“Good, because I don’t think I can ever pull a gun on you again. I don’t want you to ever fear me. I’m here to make your life a whole lot of things. But have fear is not one.” Jimin reassured you before he wiggled his eyes rolling you over. “I know I said one more but. I’m not satisfied yet. And I owe you lots of makeup sex.” He teased kissing down your body eliciting groans from your lips, but you made no move to leave the beasts presence.

pros of 4x01
  • someone (Clarke!!!!) finally thanked Bellamy 
  • Indra is alive! Indra and Kane are bffs 
  •  "Princess" 
  • Raven got thanked for saving everyone 
  •  Bellamy losing his mind anytime Echo came near Clarke 
  • “I wasn’t done talking” IM WET 
  • anything Murphy said 
  • Octavia sneaking into Roan’s room was honestly badass 
  • “Princess!!!!!" 
  • Roan is so fucking hot goddamn 
  • Monty and Harper were lil cuties 
  • Bellarke working together and caring about each other yesss my shit 
  • "PRINCESS" 
  • Clarke recognizing that the chip is a cultural icon and not hers to claim so she finally gives it up thank u 
  • Roan coming thru my man 
  • Bellamy not taking any of Echo’s shit 
  • Bellarke Power Strut 
  • "PRINCESS” I LITERALLY SCREAMED BELLAMY CALLED CLARKE “PRINCESS” !!!!!!
  • PRINCESS, WHAT ONCE WAS A DEROGATORY TERM USED TO INSULT CLARKE’S SOCIAL CLASS, IS NOW A TERM OF ENDEARMENT BECAUSE HE LOVES HER HE FUCKING LOVES HER

Ok, so something sad that happenes but it gets better.

Flug, while mixing chemicals together one day for an invisibility serum, manages to somehow grab the wrong chemical to mix with the one hes currently holding, because he was busy shouting at Demencia to “PUT THAT DOWN BEFORE IT SHATTERS!”, and the mixutre ends up exploding in his eyes. The rest of his face is fine, but his eyes become damaged. He becomes black and white colorblind. Hes only able to see in monochrome. His visions slightly blurry too, but aside from that and now being colorblind, he’s ok.

This wouldnt be such a problem, except that he needs to be able to see the colors of certain wires to make certain inventions work correctly, and he needs to be able to see the colors of different chemicals so that he doesnt cause a wider scale explosion in the lab.

For a while he makes things work. He has to work a bit slower on some inventions, and he often needs Demencia’s help in differentiating colors of liquids and machine parts and such, but other than the slower pace, which agravates Black Hat a good bit, all is the same as it was before the incident.

One day however, Flug comes into the lab to find a suprise on table: a pair of goggles that will fit over the bag he wears. (Prior to this he didnt wear goggles over the bag. He just had eyeholes cut out of it.)

He goes to put them on, and almost screams when he does because EVERYTHING IS BRIGHT AGAIN!!

The goggles turn out to have lenses in them that can correct colorblindness and “Holy shit I CAN SEE THE COLORS AGAIN!! THIS IS AMAZING!!”

Demencia walks in the lab with 5.0.5 in tow, and notices Flug walking around, looking at everything, clearly happy about something. And then she notices the goggles.

“Neat goggles you got there! Where’d they come from?”

“I don’t know but Demencia, they allow me to see colors again!!!!”

And shes kinda suprised because “Wait they make goggles like that?!”

And Flugs just so happy because he can finally do his work again without depending on someone else to help him, and this will speed up his work process againc and Black Hat won’t be so upset with his work time and -

“Wait, Demencia, you didn’t get these for me?”

“Nope, no idea where they came from.”

He’s a bit puzzeled, because these goggles obviously didnt just show up out of nowhere. Someone got them for him. Someone who knew he was colorblind.

Someone who wasn’t Demencia, and certainly not 5.0.5.

That left one person. Well, demon more like it.

Flug walks to Black Hats office, and opens the door just slightly to see that his boss is busy filling out that years tax forms, because “We may be a team of villains, but we still live in a house and own a business, and as such we owe taxes to the idiotic government that runs this country, and I will NOT have my company run to the ground because of tax evasion!!”
Flug waits until he finishes writing up the page he’s on, and then steps into the office the whole way.

“What is it that you require Dr. I’m very busy at the moment and you have orders to fill.”

“Well um, Sir I just..just wanted to let you know that those orders you gave me yesterday? They’ll uh..they’ll be done by tomorrow. Tomorrow morning actually.”

Black Hat looks up at that because “Flugs work has taken longer than two days since the incident that doesn’t add up” and then he notices the goggles.

“What’s with the new headwear Flug?”

“Oh the goggles? They appeared on my um. My desk this morning. They actually..they correct my vision?”

“…meaning?”

“I can..i can see colors again Sir.”

Black Hat sits back for a minute, taking in the information.

“Is that why you’ll have those orders done so quickly compared to your normal time?”

“Yes Sir.”

“…fair enough. Make sure they’re as good quality wise as the ones you’ve been producing. We don’t want to sell rushed work to our clients and ruin our reputation now do we?”

“No Sir, of course not. I’ll um..i’ll have them ready and done well by tomorrow morning for you.”

“Good. Now go back to working on them, I need to finish these forms, least my company go down the drain from failing to comply with thw government’s asinine rules.”

Flug turns to leave, and gets halfway out the door, before turning back to Black Hat.

“You wouldnt..you wouldn’t happen to have been the one who got the goggles for me, were you Sir?”

Black Hat looks up, small scowl on his face.

“Of course not Dr. Why would I ever do such a thing like that? I have no idea who gave them to you. Just be greatful that you have them now and get back to work.”

“Yes Sir, will do.”

And with that Flug leaves.

He doesn’t see the small smile on Black Hats face after he leavws because “he liked the goggles I got for him.”

Wish You Were Here (Tom Holland Smut)

request: i think it was kinda? someone wanted phone sex w tom so here we are i’m too lazy to find it but anon one’s for u babe <3

short summary: tom was a little shit this whole week about the fresh cut and it got u all hot and bothered when he finally posted a pic so u know seeing as u can’t see him phone sex will have to do

length: 1.6k words

warnings: smut

A/N: i’m sorry i know i said i was working on 2 angsty peter fics but i knew i needed to write this as soon as he finally stopped being a snake and showed us that dope cut bc goddamn it looks fucking NICE i’m so s o r r y 
pls forgive me


You toyed with yourself as you paced around your bedroom. Not knowing what exactly to do, you were at a loss. You didn’t want to cave, but at the same time you were beyond caring. The reward would be too great if you would just succumb to your wants.

Tom hadn’t only been messing with his fans all week, but you too. What started as a simple joke tweet had amassed into hysteria in his fandom. He’d initially planned on only waiting a day before showing the world a simple selfie of his new hair cut, but after seeing everyone freak out he decided to take it a step further and mess with everyone for a few days.

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so much of this movie is Megamind attempting to re-frame his history in a way that makes it less horrific.

‘clearly it was time to move on’ he says as his homeworld is pulled into a black hole and he’s sent alone into the universe. 

'no big deal’ he says as the golden pod knocks him off course and sends him into a prison instead of a family. 

'I loved it’ he says about his career in supervillainy as the prison bus pulls away from the schoolhouse and child!Megamind’s face crumples. 

'things could be a lot worse’ he tells himself as he’s falling to his death.

and it is only at this point, when he is falling to his death, that he is finally like 

‘no. no they really can’t’

‘things can’t get any fucking worse’

‘this is shit. everything is shit’

but

the tone that he admits this in is still so

dismissive

like

yeah, everything is terrible for me, but it doesn’t really matter, because it’s just me and I don’t really matter

Megamind is a natural pessimist clinging desperately to false optimism as a coping mechanism

it’s not a good coping mechanism, really. 

but it’s what he’s got to work with.

Reacting to the JJP comeback:
  • <p> <b>JJP:</b> We worked really hard to make all of the Igot7 proud so we hope you all enjoy this song. It's very different to the usual styles but please show it a lot of love.<p/><b>Got5 (minus Yugyeom):</b> We're really proud of you guys well done! Yes everyone please support them they have worked hard to make us Got7 and you all proud. Well done! Fighting!<p/><b>Yugyeom:</b> HOLY SHIT IT'S JJP YES BITCH THIS IS WHAT I WAS WAITING FOR OMO IT'S AMAZING I MIGHT DIE JINYOUNG OPPA JAEBUM AH I'M THE NUMBER ONE FANBOY FITE ME AHH FINALLY JJP HAS A COMEBACK WOOOOOOHOOOOOO!!!<p/></p>

i know we always talk about kravitz having to ask to raven queen to give lup and barry a pass too for being liches but uh imagine krav stressing for approximately 1 second before lup is all “don’t worry i got this” and within the day she comes back, is now working with the raven queen as a reaper to pay her debt and “to finally be a real goth”

Empty Libraries

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Request: Could you do something fluffy w Lin, idk why but could you?- anon

Summary: “you’re talking to yourself in a silent library about how much you hate studying and how you’re going to fail, need help? i just so happen to major in that subject and oh shit, you’re really cute”

Warnings: first fic? otherwise just lots of fluff and a little awkward Lin.

A/N: have fun, and I’d really appreciate feedback!

Word Count: 1929

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Tarnish my honor? How about no money or job?

tl;dr will be at the bottom as this is quite long story.

Names, places and dates have all been changed to conceal people’s identity in this event.

Context

Let me set the scene first, I had joined the Army direct from “high school” (for my colonial friends) and had a great time, however my contract was up and I had decided that I really wanted to go back into further education and redo my high school (As I failed everything as I was so focused on joining the Army at the time) with the intention on going to University. So, with that in mind I did not sign on for another contract with the Army I just left.

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anonymous asked:

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?” with Peter Parker, can he be the one that's scared while the reader actually loves scary movies??? I think that would be funny lol

Originally posted by tony-starkes

*Changed the prompt a bit*

“Dude! You won’t believe what happened!” Peter whisper-shouted while approaching Ned next to his locker. He had to pause for a breath of air before continuing in an excited tone. “I got a date with Y/n.”

Ned’s eyes widened before his lips curled into a smirk. “No way, Parker. There’s no way you asked her out.” He laughed, thinking of the time Peter almost threw up out of nerves before his last attempt of inviting you on a date.

Peter scowled slightly. “You’re lack of faith in me is actually sad. But you’re right, I didn’t ask her out. She asked me.” He finished, grinning with bright eyes.

“I knew it. She’s totally got a thing for you man!” Ned laughed as Peter wore a proud smirk. “So what’s the deal? Dinner and a movie or…?”

“Just a movie. She wanted to go see something called ‘The Bye-Bye Man.’ Not sure what it’s about really, but I’m so excited. Hopefully we’ll get to talk a lot afterwards and maybe get to know each other better - what’s with the face Ned?” Peter cut himself off once he saw the grimace that had replaced Ned’s smile.

“Oh-uh. You do know that ‘Bye-Bye Man’ is a horror movie. Right?” Ned asked, trying not to rip the band-aid off and spoil Peter’s mood.

“Horror? Are you sure?” Peter gulped, attempting not to panic at the thought of embarrassing himself in front of a girl he really, really liked.

Ned sighed and brought his phone out of his pocket; rapidly typing into the search bar before selecting a photo of the movie poster and flipping his phone towards his friend.

Now it was Peter’s turn to grimace. “Shit.”


You were standing outside the movie theatre with two tickets in your hand, trying to deflect any nervous feelings invading your thoughts. You had finally worked up just enough courage to ask your crush out; leaving little bravery left to take with you on the actual date.

“H-Hey Y/n.” Peter offered you a small wave before wiping both his hands on his jeans, gazing at the ticket counter. “What showing are we going to?” He coughed.

“Oh. 7:45. I already got the tickets. Hope you don’t mind.” You smiled, proudly holding up the two pieces of paper before watching his face fall slightly. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re not letting me be all chivalrous and stuff. The guy’s not supposed to let the girl pay.” He said, crossing his arms in mock anger.

“Well, consider this my treat. I mean, I did ask you out after all.” You smiled while leading Peter inside; cool air rushing in to surround you.

“Why thank you.” He bowed slightly, mocking a British accent.

You giggled before lacing your fingers through his. “The pleasure is all mine.”

The two of you stood in line for a good fifteen minutes before getting a large popcorn and two drinks (which Peter demanded he bought) before heading towards your designated theatre and sitting down in two open seats.

Peter immediately felt the panic set in as the lights dimmed and the trailers ran their course. He knew how much you loved horror films and he definitely didn’t want to ruin this one for you since you seemed so excited.

Throughout the movie itself, you noticed how Peter’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his drink or how he seemed to tighten his lips in fear of letting out a shriek. He even went to cover his eyes a couple times before shoving his hands back down to his lap.

You had tapped him on the shoulder several times to ask how he was doing and if he wanted to leave but he declined. Not soon after, the movie had come to a close and the credits began to rolled.

With worried eyes, you turned towards Peter, holding back a giggle at his wide eyes and slightly opened mouth. “Did you enjoy it?” You questioned, snapping him back into reality.

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. “Yeah. Great movie. Particularly enjoyed the special effects.” He nodded, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Hey.” You gently placed your hand on his arm, making him finally turn in your direction. “It’s okay to be afraid Peter.” You smiled softly.

“Pff. Me? No. I-I’m good…” He looked away before fiddling with his hands. “Yeah. I was afraid.”

“Well why didn’t you tell me. We could’ve left if you wanted-”

“No.” He cut you off before sighing and grimacing slightly. “This movie was really scary, but you were into it so I was trying not to cover my face the whole time. I didn’t want you to change your plans for my stupid fears.”

“Okay. Let’s make a plan.” You nodded at Peter, making sure he was listening. “Anytime you feel afraid from now on, just tell me. I won’t think of you as anything less than amazing Peter.”

You grabbed his hand as a blush took over his cheeks. Maybe he would learn to like horror movies.


Blurb requests closed! Sorry!

So I was just chatting at my cowriter BorealisBlast for our story “Becoming a Bird-Family” and I suddenly had Thoughts about James Rhodes and Tony Stark.

Like, I see a lot of fic where Rhodey is the Voice of Reason and honestly??? I do not believe for ONE SECOND that Rhodey always made great decisions. They met in college. At their youngest, Tony was fourteen and Rhodey was maybe seventeen, probably eighteen. And even if Rhodey was in ROTC (which I do headcanon), he’s still a teenager/young adult. Nobody is making smart choices. And what eighteen-year-old is going to take great care of a fourteen-year-old that’s way too smart and way too young for his surroundings? He probably just tried to keep an eye on Tony because honestly at least if he’s there he can try and help.

“Hey I’m gonna go get smashed wanna come?” Rhodey asked. Tony agreed because he didn’t want to be alone and drank everyone under the table. Rhodey cheered him on. They played beer pong and then were banned from playing beer pong. (No hard feelings though. Lots of engineering students were banned from regular beer pong. Engineering once got together to play beer pong and everyone got alcohol poisoning so they gave it up.)

I bet that Rhodey and Tony stayed at school over a holiday weekend and went on a bender those entire three days inventing a robot that could cook them breakfast when they were hungover. It happened more often that either of them would have expected for a fourteen- and eighteen-year-old and neither of them wanted to be the ones to cook in the morning. When the robot finally shorted pouring orange juice they both mourned its passing.

You what what? Rhodey was probably the one that started Tony’s coffee addiction and he’s not even sorry about it. In fact, I bet Tony was that student who accidentally fried his hard drive with his final paper on it and Rhodey told him, “I know a Turkish exchange student that can caffeine you up enough to redo it in two days but to be honest it might punch a hole in your stomach” and then he watched Tony redo his final exam paper and then, still hopped up, have several conversations with various inanimate objects in Italian, French, and Spanish. “You didn’t tell me he was fourteen years old!” Turkish Exchange student shouted at him, horrified. “I thought he was an adult! That was way too much caffeine! He’s still growing! He should have died!” Both Rhodey and Tony wonder if this incident is why Tony is so short.

Even as adults, when they’re together, the probability that they’re going to do something stupid actually SKYROCKETS, not plummets, because Rhodey has enough rules and regulations with the military. He doesn’t need to worry about that kind of shit while he’s off duty with his best friend. Tony has spent thousands of dollars to bribe people into silence so that some of the stupid shit they do doesn’t make it back to the brass and get Rhodey kicked out of the Air Force. Pepper loves to see Rhodey but she’s also extremely anxious when he comes to visit because last time they got drunk and decided to try and invent a new type of rocket fuel and accidentally blew a hole right out the side of the workshop, through the rest of the house, and the model rocket finally landed in the ocean, and all they had to say for themselves was “that was probably not safe but at least we know that it worked.”

Like I love the serious military man trope but honestly a lot of my extended family is former military and when they’re home they are WILD.

::**HALSEY PLOTS

To celebrate the one-year anniversary of susierpt, I had you all vote on what you wanted me to do – and a masterlist of plot bunnies inspired by Halsey songs won! Feel free to use these ideas, and if you like them, a like or a reblog is much appreciated. Thanks for one year of RPT, everyone!

  • trouble: muse a and muse b are in a tempestuous, destructive relationship. the two raise hell together by day, but by night, behind closed doors, they argue and fight all the time, muse a seeming to almost take pleasure in tormenting muse b. but despite how awful muse a can be, muse b stays with them, the passion and excitement of the relationship intoxicating them. muse b will gladly allow muse a to set them on fire – just so long as they do not leave them. muse a, in turn, is too proud to admit that they need muse b. if muse b ever did get tired of their shit and leave them, they have no idea what they’d do. the two are trapped in a cycle that’s headed for mutually assured destruction, but neither are willing to get themselves out.
  • colors: muse a is muse b’s ex. the two were together for a long time, and the relationship was a transformative one for muse a. being with muse b made them into someone new – but ultimately, muse b didn’t like who that was. the two broke up, despite muse a still being very much in love. the two haven’t really spoken since the breakup, but now, muse a is watching from a distance as muse b falls apart. always someone with a lot of personal demons and problems to wrestle with, it seems muse b can’t cope alone, but they’re far too proud to admit it. will muse b allow muse a back into their life to help them? and will the two ever be able to salvage their relationship – or at least their friendship? and how can muse a help when the loss of their love has left them damaged, too?
  • strange love: muse a and muse b run with vastly different social circles, but meet one night at a party held by a mutual acquaintance. although muse b is known for being distant, cool, and untouchable, something about muse a charms them, and the two end up talking about deep, personal matters, things they never thought they’d discuss with anyone, let alone a complete stranger. one thing leads to another, and the two wind up hooking up in the bathroom. the next day, muse a wakes up to find out that someone captured pictures of them making out with muse b – and that they’re all over social media. muse a and muse b now must attempt to navigate an attempt at a relationship, while dealing with the rumors and gossip surrounding them.
  • roman holiday: muse a and muse b are childhood friends. grew up next door to each other, went through school together, played games together, the whole shebang. they also found refuge in one another from their awful family situations, both coming from abusive households. one day, after the two have finished high school, it becomes too much. muse a shows up at muse b’s bedroom window in the middle of the night, after a particularly bad night with their parents, and tells muse b they’re leaving forever – and they want muse b to come with them. the two pack their things, get in muse a’s car, and drive off into the night, intent on never seeing their parents again. the further they drive, the less they can deny their own romantic feelings towards each other, and soon, it becomes the vacation from reality that they’d always dreamed of; far away from their parents, happily kissing and sleeping curled up with each other in the backseat. but vacations from reality can’t last forever… right?
  • ghost: muse a is a self-described “bad influence,” and they warned muse b as much when they first got involved. at first, the relationship was passionate, fun, and loving, but over time, muse b watched muse a become less and less interested in them. soon, their relationship went from committed and exclusive to open and casual – but still possessive. both claim that they are “non-exclusive” and can sleep with other people, and both do, but muse b is still far more invested in the relationship. still, neither of them can bring themselves to break it off completely. no matter how many other people they sleep with, muse a will always come back to muse b for “one last fuck,” and no matter how much they claim to hate muse a, muse b will always let them.
  • 100 letters: muse a was a very, very bad partner to muse b. always tearing them down and insulting them, and making them feel alone. finally, muse b got sick of this shit, and walked out, finally standing up for themselves. now, muse a wants them back, but muse b isn’t having it. muse a sends muse b a letter every single day, declaring their love, ignoring muse b as they threatened to take them to court for stalking them. whose patience will snap first?
  • eyes closed: muse a and muse b used to be dating, but broke up. muse a is over it, but muse b isn’t. to cope, muse b has thrown themselves into a relationship with muse c – and it isn’t working. although muse c is devoted to them, muse b still has feelings for muse a, and just can’t seem to move on. torn between wanting to win muse a back and avoid hurting muse c, muse b stays in their unfulfilling relationship, stringing muse c along further just to avoid being alone.
  • coming down: muse a was in a really bad situation when they met muse b, and muse be managed to “save” them somehow. this resulted in muse a falling hopelessly in love with them. although muse b cares for them, the feeling isn’t entirely mutual. it’s unclear how much of muse a’s devotion to muse b is actual love, and how much is just gratitude. either way, muse b is perfectly willing to exploit it, using muse a’s devotion to them to get things done – no matter how unpleasant or outright immoral.
  • hurricane: muse a is a player, preying on younger, vulnerable people, using them for sex before moving on to the next one, muse b is their karma. muse b is fiercely independent, and actively seeks out muse a, because they know they can count of them for meaningless sex. however, muse a falls fast and hard for muse b, and is now given a taste of their own medicine when they find themselves chasing a relationship with someone who doesn’t care for them at all.
  • strangers: two girls, muse a and muse b, have begun a secret relationship, hiding it from their family and friends. muse a wouldn’t mind keeping it a secret, if muse b wouldn’t stop insisting that this isn’t, in fact, a relationship. muse b claims that it’s just a meaningless fling, but muse a isn’t convinced. muse a wants muse b to commit to them, even if not publicly, but muse b refuses – at least, for now.
  • young god: muse a is the child of a cop, and a total goody-goody. they’ve never broken the rules in their life, and believes in the police force as the ultimate force for good. muse b, however, has other ideas. muse b has fashioned themselves a vigilante, tracking down and punishing criminals themselves, changing the world, one assault at a time. when muse a and muse b begin to fall for each other, muse b persuades muse a to question the law for the first time, and join their crusade. but muse b isn’t exactly a pinnacle of goodness or justice, no matter how hard they try, and their life is a dangerous one. muse a wants to help them change the world, but how far is too far?
  • closer: okay, you know this one. muse a and muse b went out for awhile a few years ago, but split up for whatever reason. now, years later, they find each other again in a hotel bar. despite all the reasons the relationship failed the first time, the two decide to get back together again – just for one night. for one night, they’ll pretend their breakup never happened, and that the outside world doesn’t exist.
  • sorry: muse a is a very insecure person. for a variety of reasons, they believe that no one will ever truly love them. muse b, however, is determined to prove them wrong. but years and years of feeling completely alone and unlovable don’t vanish overnight, and muse a frequently pulls away from muse b, expecting that soon, they’ll leave anyway. unfortunately, this has become a form of self-sabotage – the more muse a expects muse b to leave, the more they withdraw, and the more muse b does actually consider leaving. 
  • bad at love: muse a is someone who’s suffered a lot of personal problems and heartbreak, and has been left a broken, lonely, dysfunctional person. convinced that finding their soulmate will “fix” them, they’ve gone through a lot of short-lived relationships. the latest is with muse b. muse a is, as always, convinced that this relationship will be the one to solve all their problems. muse b likes muse a, but knows that they can’t save them – muse a will have to do that themselves.
moment of silence for High Lady Feyre

Feyre freaking Archeron. Like. DAMN. She’s such a headstrong woman, i admire her so much and look up to her. This lady literally
1. Had to raise her family at age 14
2. While raising family, was still neglected and treated poorly by said family
3. Fell in love for the first time but had to FIGHT for it, literally TORTURED only for the person she’s fighting for to not fight as hard, if not at all
4. Tortured then killed then reborn as a new creature she had to adjust to being
5. Suffered major PTSD, nightmares and vomiting included, eating disorders
6. ‘Love of her life’ practically ignoring said PTSD symptoms
7. The one thing she used to look to when she was down- painting. She stopped doing it. She stopped her passion.
8. Was looked down upon by ‘love of her life’, was told there were no such things as high ladies, felt basically useless unless planning for parties and dressing in fluffy clothes
9. Was saved by legit love of life who supports her and helps her become Feyre again but she finds out they’re mates and was once again hurt because she felt bad for getting over old love so quickly when it was actually beyond her control due to mating bond
10. Finally got back together with legit love of life, BUT NO SEPARATED AGAIN BECAUSE HYBERN
11. The people she used to work so hard for, her sisters, turned into fae against will
12. The one person she used to trust- Ianthe betrayed her by turning her sisters in.
13. Has to stay with her abuser in a single manor
14. Has to pretend to love said abuser once again
15. IS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF PRYTHIAN FROM LEGIT LOVE OF LIFE
Feyre Archeron, you’ve been through so much SHIT and i truly truly admire you for still staying headstrong, a true inspiration. So SJM, thank you for such an amazing character. (And for so many more amazing characters) I wish Feyre gets the happiness she deserves in ACOWAR :)

#iconic moments from “history of the entire world, i guess”
  • nothing is nowhere. when? never.
  • 🎶the sun is a deadly lazer🎶
  • here’s another map of the land. yeah it broke apart don’t worry about it, it does that all the time
  • gneurshk
  • 🎶Society🎶 coming soon to a dank river valley near you
  • tired of using lame, sad metal? introducing BRONZE
  • the middle east is getting more complicated (maybe because it’s in the middle of the east)
  • oops china just broke
  • let’s check the greekification levels of the greekified kingdoms (greekification overload)
  • “heyyyyyyyy” said the romans, eating the entire mediterranean for breakfast
  • i s  l o v i n g  j e s u s  l e g a l  y e t
  • what’s a barbarian? “non-romans,” said the romans, being invaded by non-romans
  • they did many crusades, some of which almost didn’t fail
  • the king of mali is so rich he’s going on a tour to let everyone know
  • whoops half of europe just died
  • it’s the mahajapit majahapit mapajahit mahapajit mapajahit ma-ja-ha-pit?
  • wait, said christopher columbus, probably smoking crack
  • hey christians, do you sin?
  • “fuck the church, here’s 95 reasons why,” said martin luther
  • “damn,” said england and france, “we gotta start pillaging some stuff”
  • “let’s overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off,” said robespierre, cutting everybody’s head off until someone eventually got mad and cut his head off (you could make a reli- no don’t)
  • [whispers] they never got ethiopia
  • hi im gandhi and if britain doesn’t get the hell out of india im going to starve myself in public. wow that worked?
  • look out china there’s a new china in china. 
  • what’s on the menu? communism
  • the united states finally decided whether racism is good or bad. they decided it’s bad and the world agrees (south africa might need another minute to think about it)
imagine haikyuu characters in the pokemon universe for a sec

like holy shit this thought just came to me

YOUR RIVAL
Game rivals would be Hinata/Kageyama, doing the whole dual rivalry like what happened with Cheren and Bianca in B/W. Sometimes, one might act like a psuedo-rival and give the main player stuff
(ie. Hinata: “Hey, [f/n]! Uh, I wanted to thank you for helpin’ me out there… so… here! Have this!” [Obtained a max revive]” or alt.
Kageyama: “Are you an idiot?! Going into the forest with your Pokemon in that shape will only have you heading to the Pokecenter! Here, I’ll heal them up.”)

both are super proud of each other’s progress low-key and they both high-key really wanna beat ushijima.

THE PROFESSOR
Coach Ukai, because there’s always been something between the mom of the game and the professor i know it he inherited the title after his old man, the genius professor, retired.

Professor Assistants
Shimizu Kiyoko and Yachi Hitoka. Shimizu’s about to go out and become a proper trainer, so she gets Yachi to fill in her spot while she’s gone.

THE EIGHT GYM LEADERS (in order!)

Tanaka - the fighting type gym leader. wANTS TO SHOW YOU ALL HOW TO RESPECT A REAL GYM LEADER, DAMMIT. when you’re beat he’s just like “wow not bad i didn’t expect that from you but pssht don’t get cocky” (also knows you’re good and have potential and thinks you may become champion). PERSONALLY LEADS YOU TO THE NEXT CITY, all just so he can see noya-san, the returning gym leader.

Nishinoya - the FIRE TYPE GYM LEADER BECAUSE LOOK RYUU!! FIRE!!! HAHAHAHAH. these two definitely make the strongest start to a video game. like, ever. very loud, and energetic. 

Tsukishima - the poison-type gym leader, actually? i dunno i just can’t see him trying too hard, so he’s only the third. still, he has lots of potential (that half of the elite 4, kuroo and bokuto respectively, recognize–which leads to constant pestering from their part), and despite only being the third gym leader, if unprepared, his poison affects are devastating to newcomers. 

Asahi - the game’s lovely high-strung steel type, with nerves that DO NOT MATCH. gets super nervous before a match, and although he does very well and is very strong and gets more motivated as the match goes on (and holy crap if this guy had a legendary pokemon it’d be regigigas or something because of the slow start ability RESONATING from this guy). visited often by nishinoya, who often complains about asahi’s nervous demeanor.
also want one point where they have to fight the enemy team of the game and they buddy up and defeat them because hey who doesn’t want a sprinkle of asanoya in their life

Iwaizumi - the rock type gym leader. sorry, it didn’t even take me long to decide on this. His last name literally comes with the word rock in the first character pls. Combined with his steadfast personality, it works perfectly. When you beat him he just asks for you to kick shittykawa’s ass. Even tells you his pokemon type and starts telling you his pokemon and their dreadful moves until he’s cut off by some random plot device.

Akaashi - i honestly can’t help but say he’d be the ghost-type gym leader. he doesn’t put his gym in a freaking cemetery or have ghosts wander around, but he’s actually rather nice about it all and takes pity on the ghosts because seriously have you read some of their pokedex entries yeesh. his signature pokemon would be a drifblim, because of the dual flying/ghost nature. it’s his favourite, and it’s bokuto’s favourite, too. loved by many, and goes out of his way to help out even the most dramatic pokemon. maybe you’d meet him if there were a rogue ghost in the city, causing damage, and akaashi walks up and helps it calm down (almost the same way he does with bokuto)

Sugawara - i really wanted to make sugawara the nurse, but in the end i feel like he’d be a really strong grass-type gym leader. the healing thing still came to me though, so i’d see it as a strong type with annoying healing abilities. right when you’re about to defeat his pokemon, he hits you up with ingrain or synthesis and saves by a sliver, making the battle that much harder.
another thought was that at the end of the game he’s actually offered to become an elite 4 but so is kageyama. he’s been a gym leader for a long time, but steps down so kageyama can have it.

Kenma - surprisingly, (or maybe unsurprisingly) the psychic-type gym leader. as the final gym leader before the elite 4, he’s really strong and definitely has a good grasp on all the types of moves there are (stats, inflicting damage, reducing, as well as extra effects) and even accounts for the type weaknesses. often hangs out with kuroo and grows to be friends with your rival hinata. although kuroo never lets him explicitly state that he’s the dark type elite 4, it’s implied. refuses to become an elite 4 personally, because it’s already too much effort being a gym leader. 

THE ELITE FOUR

Daichi - the grounded leader is now the ground-type elite 4! has really strong and nice pokemon. hangs with suga. i don’t know why, but i’d imagine that they garden, since he’s the ground-type elite 4 and suga’s the grass-type gym leader. at the very least, his area has flowers growing somewhere in homage to their friendship.
idea was that he steps down from being an elite 4 to go focus on other things and become stronger, allowing suga to become one. read suga’s section for more.

Kuroo - dark-type elite four! debated on fire vs dark for a loooong time, but couldn’t help but see dark as the strongest feature. plus they’re badass, so kuroo would def brag about that to bokuto. First seen talking to Kenma at his gym, saying that he should hurry up and become an Elite 4 member already, since he already knows he’s qualified enough.

Oikawa - water-type elite 4. probably the most well-rounded elite 4 in terms of stats, with pokemon that can heal and attack strong and defend well and everything. wants to become champion (beat ushiwaka), but realizes he has to get stronger before doing that. really playful. his identity is not kept secret at ALL the entire game, as he has his own radio channel about him with water pokemon (looking cute while using cute pokemon to gain fans) and iwaizumi namedrops him earlier on during his battle.
(lowkey inspired by ao3 superpower haikyuu fanfic, “baby, i can give you wings” by Metis_Ink, which is wonderful and can be read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2185851)

Bokuto - THE FLYING-TYPE ELITE 4. I don’t know why but i can’t imagine him taking the battle completely seriously and just doing some dumbass strategy that proves to be super broken. Something like Drayden from BW2, with some stupid dialogue like “AAARGH JUST WAIT FOR THE FINAL ATTACK!!! IT’LL BE AWESOME!” while doing 2-3 stat-raising moves or charging moves and then one broken ability that does a shit ton of damage. Kinda like the papyrus we never got in undertale. Alternately, a one-hit K.O. move. Gets super depressed when defeated, and can be seen after at a cafe with Akaashi, complaining.

THE CHAMPION
This would undoubtedly be the prodigy we all know and love, Ushijima Wakatoshi. Trained since a kid, and worked really hard. A good champion, and definitely worthy of the title. 

OTHER APPEARANCES
Takeda-sensei - the ‘mom’ of the game. Not an actual Pokemon trainer, but wishes the best for the main character when they go off, making sure they’re well-prepared and researching enough to send them off with a smile. (also dropping by with occasional “hey, hope you’re doing okay!”s) while you’re on your journey.

Lev - while you’re with kenma’s gym (with a visiting kuroo), there’s a little unskippable side-quest where Lev begs kenma to teach him how to catch pokemon, much to kenma’s annoyance. kuroo eventually defeats all his pokemon (doing something like beating a level 6 pidgey with a level 60 hydreigon, or trolling him by pulling out a lvl 60 zoroark that’s disguised as a small grass-type), but teaches lev good lessons in the process.
is also trying to be taught by Yaku, an actual experienced ace trainer who just can’t help but be annoyed at Lev. 

Yamaguchi - some guy at the beginning of the game who shows you how to use pokemon and stuff. he’s either a normal-type trainer or a fairy-type trainer, or at least has an affinity with those two.