good god i would kill to live there

  • Me: I think it would be really good if Tony died in Avengers 4. It would give a good contrast/callback to his worst fear in AOU, it would allow for Peter to take over as 'the people's hero' archetype with Spiderman, give motivation for future films, and honestly, it would Let Tony Rest.
  • Some anti: lol tony stank deserves to DIE I hope they KILL OFF tony soon
  • Me: anyway like I said I hope tony stark lives forever and outlasts all the other avengers and then imports himself into a computer so he can never die and becomes an Omnipotent God™
She Do This Often

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,900 (I have a problem, haha)

Request: Bucky just doesn’t like the songs of the 21st century. (part 2 here)

Warnings: It’s based off The Weeknd - Often, so language, obviously! 

A/N: Hello babes! the first request is here, this one was requested by the lovely @suchabigmesss, hope you enjoy, hun! Also, definitely listen to The Weeknd - Often while reading this one, I promise it makes it better. Hope you enjoy! lots of love to you all!  

There were many things that baffled Bucky about the 21st century: the rude behavior people had adapted to, the selfishness, the way men spoke to women, how women were spoken about and especially the nonexistent filter regarding physical intimacy, especially when it came to the songs in this century. 

The concept of dirty talk wasn’t a new one for Bucky, really, it wasn’t. But what was said and done in the privacy of the bedroom was one thing, saying the words out loud, for the whole world to hear, was a whole other thing.

Bucky grimaced at the song playing on the television and turned it off. Lying back down on his bed he let out a deep sigh. All the Avengers were out on a mission which Bucky had decided to skip. He hadn’t been feeling completely healed after the injury he sustained on the last mission and no one had obliged to the fact that he didn’t want to go. He had quickly regretted not tagging along anyway as boredom overtook him.

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Reunited Lovers


Anon Prompt: Could you do a Owen Grady X reader Smut where the reader is an old lover of Owens and they bump into each other at the park and ba bam magic happens lol…..I love your writing

A/N: I am in a Chris Pratt mood today and I finally have time to write after my shitty day.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT and swearing

Originally posted by jurassicparkfilms

Holy shit! You were looking at dinosaurs- actual living dinosaurs.

You could barely believe your eyes as you looked at the petting zoo enclosure where you were to begin your first day as a carer for the Stegosaurus.

“So you need to keep an eye on the kids as they tend to prod too much and we don’t want Steggy to bite their hand off” your new boss, Josh, joked.

“Has that happened?” you gaped at him.

He laughed, shook his head, and walked off while you stared after him.

“Well I guess I will never know” you sighed and walked into the office you have been assigned.

“Hey Y/N, did Josh give you his scare tactics?” your new co-worker, Jade, laughed as she filed the parent consent forms for the kids playing in the pen.

“He was messing with me? Of course” you shook your head.

You spent an hour setting up your desk and filling out the needed paperwork to work at Jurassic World.

“Come on guys, we have a park meeting to attend” Josh walked in and waved for you and Jade to follow him.

The training center wasn’t too far away and when you got there, the room was buzzing with noise among the 30 or so trainers.

“Oh there`s the T-Rex trainer, Steve. Awesome guy but terrible kisser” Jade pointed to a blonde haired man wearing a cork hat who waved a little too enthusiastically at her.

“Ugh there`s the raptor trainer, Owen” she swooned, “he`s so…hot” her hands waved at the man in question.

Looking over, you freeze. Owen, the one from your senior year of college.

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First Person Shooter (Jason Todd x Reader)

@cuddles-for-cassie : “it’s Kori and I have a challenge for you! Write a drabble of Jason with this sentence: ‘I can’t believe you did that.’”

Schninner: Err… I tried to make this fluffy, but I think it turned out really cheesy, sorry!

(Reader is a girl)

Warnings: again, probably some grammar mistakes,  so if you’re easily triggered by improper grammar, do not read.

Word count: 499

Master List

The sounds of gunshots sounded throughout your tiny apartment.

Your boyfriend Jason Todd’s voice rang out in panic.

“[F/N], I swear to the gods, if you kill me, I’m breaking up with you!”

A devious smile spread over your face, “I’m sorry Jay, but I have to, I can’t tarnish my reputation! I would be considered a softy if I let you live!”

Jason let out a grunt of frustration, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his mouth formed into a scowl.

“I’m not kidding [F/N]! I will get a divorce! “

“Well it’s a good thing we aren’t married!”

The finishing shot sounded through your living room. Jason eyes grew wide in disbelief as the words on the TV screen flashed “Game over. [F/N] wins! Jay Bird Loses! “ he dropped his remote on the ground and groaned.

You on the other hand, were pumped. As soon as you beat Jason, you had jumped up from the couch and did a small little victory dance.

“Ah Yes! Eat virtual lead ‘Jay bird’!”

“I can’t believe you did that.” Jason said, his face dead serious.

“You killed me, my own girlfriend killed me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Come on Jay, don’t be such a drama queen.”

“That’s it,” he said, he turned toward you, his face dead serious, “[F/N] [L/N], we are getting a divorce.”

You crossed your arms, “Jay, hun, again, we aren’t married.”

“Well not anymore. Remember,  the divorce?” a small smile made it’s way across his face.

You mirrored his smile and played along, you let out an overly dramatic gasp and contorted your face into one of shock. “Oh no! My dearest Jay bird, the love of my life, whatever can I do to win back your love and trust?”

His smile widened more, and you plopped back down beside him on the couch, with a look of mocked despair.

“Well… you could let me me win…?”

The mask of a heartbroken lover that you wore immediately disappeared, replaced with fits of laughter. Jason’s eyes widened slightly in surprise at your sudden outburst. Once you finally got yourself together, you sat back up, with a big goofy grin on your face, you leaned over and gave your boyfriend a short sweet kiss on his lips. You parted and looked lovingly in his blue eyes.

“Oh Jay, I love you, but that’s never going to happen.”

You kissed him lightly on his nose, before hopping over the side of the couch.

“Now, do you want some popcorn to eat away your shame while we watch stranger things? Or do you just want to wallow in your failure?”

“Yeah, sure,  I’ll have some popcorn.”

Your lighthearted teasing placed a grin on Jason’s face as he watched you grab a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave. Sure you constantly teased each other and you would always destroy him in video games, but he loved you, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

I still find it absolutely shocking that Sana Bakkoush is probably the first and only representation we have of a Muslim young woman living in the western world. It is crazy. We are so many to live in there. And many, many, way too many times, I find false/unrealistic representations of Muslim women. And that makes me so mad. How can muslim young girls grow, and prosper, and find happiness in a society that ignores them? It is crazy.

I have spent so many days wondering where I was going. Many days I thought I was not good enough, smart enough, beautiful enough to be what I wanted to be. So obviously I got scared because nobody believed in me. And I totally did not know what my value was.

When it comes to wearing a hijab, I thought for so long that it would make me weak. And God, I feel so bad about this.
I live in France so girls are not allowed to go to school wearing a hijab, they’re not allowed to work with it. And damn, it fucking kills me to see my sister,a fucking great psychologist having to take it off before getting in to work.

How can a piece of cloth make so much noise? How can it create so much fear, so much hate?

I am not wearing one just yet. And I wish I was not afraid to wear it. I wish I was proud to go out with it. Because it makes me powerful. It makes me happy. And whenever I have it on, I don’t want to take it off. When I was in high school, I would wear it going to the mosque and God I could feel people looking at me, and I knew. I knew all of them thought I was forced to wear it. And that killed me.

It still kills me that we’re mostly ignored by the media, the society. Unless if it’s to throw some shady shit dumbass idea about what we are. This kills me.

I am sorry to express myself like this but yes, we are angry. I am angry just like Sana because I know what she is living. I lived it. And it sucked. We need to talk about it. We need to change this. Sana Bakkoush can’t remain the first and last Muslim character on western TV.

All Of The Joker's Lines In Suicide Squad

“Doctor, Quinzel. I live for these moments with you.”
“What do you got?”
“So thoughtful.”
“There’s something you can do for me, Doctor”
“I need a machine gun”
“What do we have here?”
“Oh I’m not gonna kill ya. I’m just gonna hurt ya really really bad.”
“Question, would you die for me?”
“That’s too easy. Would you live for me?”
“Careful. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly.”
“Desire become surrender, surrender become power.”
“You want this?”
“Say it, say it!”
“Pretty, Pretty, Pretty, Pretty”
“Oh god, you’re so good”
“Are you sweet talkin’ me?”
“I like this guy”
“He’s so intense”
“Well that she is, the fire in my loins, itch in my crotch, the one and only the infamous Harley Quinn”
“Oh, Come to daddy”
“Listen, You are my gift to this handsome hunka hunka.”
“You belong to him now”
“You don’t want no beef? don’t want no beef? Don’t want no beef?”
“Look, are you enjoying yourself?”
“That’s right”
“Oh, we have got company.”
“Where is she?”
“Bring the car around"
“We’re going for a drive”
“Blah blah blah blah”
“All of that chit-chat’s gonna get cha hurt”
“I can tell you meant that”
“You’re gonna be my friend”
“This look neat.”
“Professor, would you pick up the pace.”
“Hello, baby”
“Come on baby.”
“Oh, you know I’ll do anything for you.”
“By the way, I’ve got some grapes soda on ice and a bear skin rug waiting.“
“This bird is baked.”
“Ok honey, it’s me and you”
“Let’s go home”

Why are people hating on my boy lance like this??? For his hair no less?

That boy has the most making sense hair on the team aside from allura and possibly coran like???

Have you tried to draw everyone else’s hair????

I have and let me tell you Lance’s is by far the best so lemme give you some ratings and before I get into it let me tell you that no one will be spared from this roasting I’m about to give:

Pidge: How the fuck do you even draw those bottom sticks? They’re fucking sticks those aren’t no damn curls, I know curls, I’ve been the curls, I’ve lived in the curls, those aren’t curls. The ends of her hair look like campfire sticks ready to be lit. I know somebody already got the marshmallow on a stick. Ready.

Hunk: Headband works for him I’ll give him that but without it I’m pretty sure he’d be looking like some motoko kusanagi shit.

Shiro: Have you tried to draw the top half of what people apparently call his hair? It’s like trying to draw and upside down plate bowl and I refuse, can’t be done.

Keith: Again I can’t draw his fucking ends to curl, like why tf would he have hair like that???? This is not the 80′s my dude you have lived past that, or at least I thought you did like damn.

Coran: Very good, perfect always shining like the god rays themselves.

Allura: I’m pretty sure she could put her hair in just one braid and kill someone with it, like no joke I want to see a fight scene where she knocks a bitch out with her hair.

Lance: I can actually draw it therefore it’s 100/10

Wow... Peter Parker X Reader cont.

Summary: Once Peter left you after the kiss you had shared things start to go down hill for Y/n Stark. With homecoming coming up Peter is questioning if he should ask either Liz or Y/n to the dance.Liz and Y/n go dress shopping with Mj and a couple of other friends.Peter tells Y/n to back off, making Y/n worried about Peter.

Warnings:Angst,Cringe,Highschool drama,Depression,Slight fluff,language

A/n: Oki so im typing this the same exact day as i wrote the cont. for “You know he might kill you…?” Its currently 12:17am as im writing the a/n so this might be a weird fan fic. Also this is kind of based off of the song “Check yes juliet” by we are the kings.This is a continuation of “I think I dont deserve you..” So ye also this might be really cringey lmao ;) Soooo lets get on with this!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

(Not my gif, but also even tho its not in the tag list for Peter parker it still matches the theme!)


It had finally stopped raining, you were still pissed off about Peter leaving you after your first kiss.But you shouldn’t be worrying about that,I mean for gods sake your dad would kill him if he found out about ANY of this! You had quickly hurried out of the guest restroom and left your school, you found your friend and walked home with them instead of Peter,Ned,Liz or even Mj. You and your friend had talked about literally talked about everything, from tv show drama to gossip.Once you got to the tower were you lived you said your good byes to your friend.You walked into the main entrance and was greeted by Tony, your dad.”So um Y/n…One of your friends, I think her name was Lex or something…But she called me asking me where you were because of this fight..” Tony confronted you. You had to tell him what happened with Peter and Flash, but you didn’t to. Like what if Peter had walked in on you telling your dad about this fight! “Oh…Um yeah.These kids got into a fight about..Food…” You lied to your dad, you didn’t to rat out the fact that Peter got into a fight about you. “Yeah right” You heard Clint say with a scoff, you scoffed back at him. “Okay I don’t know whats going on here but it needs to stop, Y/n go get something to eat” You nodded and walked to the elevator which took you to the kitchen.You plugged in your earbuds to your phone and put on your ear buds. You turned on your favorite music artist as you went to go find some food in the kitchen.

                   Once you finished eating you went to the elevator which took you to the lounge. You found out where Peter was, you sighed  which caught Bruce’s attention. “Hey kiddo” he said smiling, “Tough day?” You nodded and headed to one of the couches.Tonight was friday night, Which meant movie night at the Avengers tower. This was always you and Peters favorite day, for Peter it was mainly because you guys could cuddle in some way.But for you it was because you and everyone else could spend time as a ‘Family’. Peter got up and left the room giving you a frown. Natasha had a smirk on her face as she walked in with the rest of the Avengers, you looked over to see her re-directing Peter into the room “Your not going to leave us on Movie night Parker”

                    (Monday) You woke up and looked at your phone to turn off your alarm, “WAKE UP!” You heard Clint practically yell to get your attention. “And turn off that annoying ass alarm while your at it!” you got up out of your bed and yelled back at him “Yeah yeah what ever”. You grabbed a towel and some fresh clothes and walked to the bathroom in your room, you turned on your shower and got in. After almost 20 minutes you finally got out, you changed into a pair of light denime jeans and a slight over sized grey sweater. You put your hair in double dutch braids as usual and left your room.”Don’t forget your shoes” You heard Bruce say as he was in a hurry to meet Tony in the lab. You smirked as you walked back into your room to put on a pair of black converse and your back pack,along with other school stuff, then you finally left your room.”Im skipping breakfast!” you called out to your dad and you walked to the elevator. You found Peter. “Hey” you muttered to him, “Hi, you taking the bus? Or do you want to walk” he asked you politely.”Im walking….” You responded then left the elevator when it opened up, leaving him alone in the elevator. It was a total bitchy move to leave him like that, but he did the same to you! He deserved it…But then the thoughts got to you. What if he was told by Flash that he doesnt deserve me!? That is a load of b.s is he was told that! Just..what ever…

                     While you were walking to school you were stopped by Liz yelling out your name, “Y/n!”, You stopped so she could catch up.”Are we still going dress shopping after school?” she asked you,”Yeah..Totally!” you agreed and smiled. For the rest of the walk to school you were just talking about home coming.”Ugh…” You said as you closed your locker, Liz had looked at you worried.”You okay?” She asked, “Liz…Peter and I kissed! It was…perfect….But you wanna know what he said after it! He said he thinks he doesnt deserve me! It was horrible!” You practically cried out. “Y/n its okay, he was probably just not prepared…I mean he did get in a fight over you with Flash…But thats none of my business” Liz replied. “Well anyways I need to get to class Liz we can talk about this when we go shopping” She nodded as you walked off to go to your last class, Gym class. Everything was going fine until Peter had pulled you aside over by a ally. (The gif is a perfect example of whats happening) “What now…Are you gonna tell me you love me?” You said teasingly.”Y/n this is going to sound rude but I need you to stop talking to me, or even talking about me! Just back off…” Peter hissed, Your tiny little heart just broke into a million pieces.”P-peter why? We have been best friends for like ever! You cant just do this to me!” You said as you tried to fight back some of the tears. You looked at the ground and kicked the dirt with your foot. “Just…back off Y/n…” Peter said one last time then he walked away leaving you alone.

                  Finally the class had ended, you walked over near the football field and spotted your actual crush, (Not peter) He was playing football. You waved at him and he waved back, but suddenly Liz had ruined the moment by pulling her convertible over and made a Mean Girls refrence “Get in loser were going shopping!” She called out to you making you snap back into reality. You quickly got into her car and she drove to the fancy store you her and Mj were going shopping at.

                 Once you all were out of the car you went to find the perfect dress. You all had tried on almost all of them until you spotted Peter looking at tuxedo’s. Your heart skipped a beat and it felt like there was butterflies in your stomach. You just continued through and you found the perfect dress for homecoming!

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oh my GOD okay yall know how upset we were that spades slick had to die while jack noir, the asshole who killed all the guardians and exiles, got to live?? and how we couldnt think of a good reason for that other than hussie might have just up and forgotten which jack is which??? but none of us could believe that hussie would get that clumsy with his own characters and timelines, and besides there wasnt any proof of it anyway

until now

i was rewatching collide at 0.5 speed for another post i have in my drafts and i caught this and i cannot believe i didnt catch it until now. under the cut bc its image-heavy

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Stalker : SHS

Words: 2.9K

Genera: Fluff

a/n: dedicated to my bestie @lolot12 cuz she requested this imagine ❤️

You walked through the crowded company, politely bowing at everyone on your way out. You waited by the company’s entrance for your driver, unaware that someone’s day had just started.

Hoseok fixed his face mask, making sure it covered the bottom half of his face and not to stare at you too much so you won’t catch him.

He’s been following you everywhere for months ever since you two bumped into one another in your father’s company’s main hall.

He remembers how your eyes met. How his heart twisted. And how bad he felt after getting rejected on his job interview, not because he wasn’t compatable, but because he wasn’t going to see your face again.

So he decided to watch you quietly, admiring you from afar and watching you shine whenever you smiled or laughed.

“Yes dad” you picked your phone which started ringing earlier.

“Did you get your invitation?” He asked and you frowned.

“What invitation?”

“I’ll show it to you when you get home” he told you and you smiled.

“Okay, I’m on my way!” You told him and you two hung up.

Your driver arrived and you got in, sending Hoseok running to his bike. He biked all the way behind you to your house, but he just stopped there. He might be stalking you, but he still respects your privacy.

“I’m home!” You announced and your mom greeted you.

“I got this amazing dress for your party tonight!” Your mom told you excitedly.

“What’s up with this party you’re both talking about?” You laughed sitting with your parents in the living room.

“My friend’s son is throwing a party. Just for fun, and he invited you” your dad explained and you nodded.

“Oh, okay. When tonight?” You asked.

“Probably seven or eight so you might as well go get ready because you only have two to three hours” your mom told you and you got up and quickly got to your room.

You got ready for a shower and walked to the curtains to close them when you noticed someone by your house’s gate. You stared at him for a while, trying to remember where you saw him.

“He’s very familiar” you told yourself, shrugging and walking into the bathroom.

By your house’s door stood a bored Hoseok, waiting for you to come out. He looked around, but there was nothing to look at really. He huffed and looked up at your window, wondering what you were doing. His thoughts were cut off by his phone’s ringing.

“What?” He asked.

“Are you after her again?!” Hyungwon, his best friend, asked. He rolled his eyes.

“You got a problem with that?”

“Hyung! You’re just torturing yourself. Ask her out or let her go!”

“I can’t get rejected. I won’t be able to handle that, so I’m just watching her for now” He replied, looking at his feet as he leaned on the wall behind him.

“How’d you know how she’ll react?!” Hyungwon asked, frustrated.

“Why would she look at me?! She’s beautiful and successful and lives in a nice house and has a lot of way better looking guy friends and colleagues! I’m nothing compared to her” He said, his best friend sighing.

“Hyung, I told you not to underestimate yourself like that. Cmon, you know how good looking and sexy you are” he teased and Hoseok held back a smile.

“Well, I am, but I’m still not enough for her. I know she doesn’t like looks, they’re something complimentary to her. That’s why I like her so much. God, it’s killing me” He explained.

“Just..the guys are going out tonight, you’re not coming?” Hyungwon asked and Hosok sighed.

“I don’t know”

“You’ve always waited, but she never came out. Stop missing out on fun, you need to have a good time too” he said and Hoseok thought of everything he missed.

“Fine fine I’m coming. I hate you”

“I love you too” he laughed. Hoseok hung up and looked up at your window one last time, hoping you’ll come out, but there wasn’t anything.

He got on his bike to leave when your driver’s car pulled up at the gate. His eyes widened and he covered his face and pulled up his hoodie, ready for you to finally come out.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror. Skinny black mini dress, silver heals, smokey make up, red lips.

“I’m getting you, Changkyun” you smirked before leaving your room.

Hoseok held his breath as you opened up your house’s door and walked to the car. His jaw dropped and his eyes were as wide as they could be.

“Holy…” he whispered.

As your driver drove off, he biked right after you. Changkyun’s pent house wasn’t that far, which obviously is an advantage for Hoseok.

When you got there, your driver opened up the door for you to get out, obliviously shooting Hoseok right into his heart.

He looked up at the building towering over him and his heart fell. He thought maybe you’ve already had somebody. He couldn’t resist following you and so he did. When you got to Changkyun’s house, a lady at the door took your name and made sure you were on the list. When everything was right, she opened the door, smiling at you.

“Oh” Hoseok realized what was going on and felt relived it’s a party and you weren’t meeting up with a guy. But you could do that at party, can’t you?

“I’ve got to get in there” he told himself then it hit him. He frowned down at his dusty jeans and T-shirt then sighed. He left the building, sulking, and biked back to his and Hyungwon’s place.

“What took you so long?!” Hyungwon asked as soon as Hoseok walked in and threw himself on his bed.

“She’s so beautiful” he yelled into his pillow.

“Get yourself together” Hyungwon told him, sitting down on the bed by his feet.

“Hold on” he raised his head off the pillow.

“Now what”

“Why not wear really nice clothes and try to get in?!” He looked at Hyungwon as he sat up.

“Hyung, you don’t want to mess with the rich. What if you got ca-” he stopped when Hoseok already got in the bathroom to take a shower.

“At least you’re living with a fashionable friend” Hyungwon sighed, getting up and looking through Hoseok’s closet.

Hoseok got dressed into Hyungwon’s suit, which was a bit too tight and long for him, but he didn’t mind at all. Hyungwon styled his hair, pushing it back to make him look like he was one of them.

“You’re actually useful” Hoseok told him as he wore his shoes. Hyungwon face palmed.

“Okay, tell the lady at the door that you’re a new money and that you’re too close with the party’s host that he or she didn’t even have to add you on the list” Hyungwon instructed and Hoseok frowned at him.

“I don’t even know the host’s name! We don’t even know if it’s a male or female!” He complained and Hyungwon thought for a solution.

“You’ve got his house number and building, right?” Hyungwon asked and Hoseok nodded.

“Give me his address. There’s someone I know who can help” Hoseok quickly gave him the address and he called that person.

“Hey, it’s Won, can you find this address for me?” He asked the guy on the phoebe before giving him the address.

“Write it down” Hyungwon whispered to Hoseok and he quickly pulled out his phone, ready to type.

“Lim Changkyun, 21 years old, AZ Entertainment’s heir, he lives in Gangnam in his pent house alone” Hyungwon repeated after the guy out loud for Hoseok, who’s mouth was slightly opened from hopelessness, to write.

“Alright, thank you very much” Hyungwon said then hung up.

“Damn” Hoseok breathed and Hyungwon sighed.

“Are you still sure about this?” Hyungwon asked.

“I’m leaving” Hoseok stood up and walked to the door.

“Thank you Hyungwoonie” he smiled at his best friend before leaving and walking to the bus station.

“Hyung!” Hyungwon called. Hoseok turned to look at him.

“Get her! Make her fall in love with you! Face first!” He yelled and Hoseok laughed. He waved his hand at him before continuing walking.

Once he got on the bus, everyone’s eyes twinkled at him. He smiled politely at everyone, bowing slightly. Some highschool girls kept whispering and giggling in the front, glancing at him every now and then. Even the old woman sitting next to him couldn’t keep her eyes off him.

“I have a single daughter, she’s 21 years old” the old lady suddenly told him and he smiled nervously.

“I, I’m taken” he half lied. He wasn’t in a relationship with you yet, but his heart was definitely taken by you.

When the bus finally made it to Gangnam, Hoseok left the bus and walked to Changkyun’s building. He got in and took the elevator to the 18th floor.

“Your name?” The security lady asked.

“Shin Hoseok” he said and she flipped through the papers she had.

“My name’s not on that list” he told her and she raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m so close to Changkyun, he didn’t put my name on the list. He just asked me to call him when I get here” he told her, quickly changing Hyungwon’s name to “Changkyun” in his phone.

“How’s everything?! did you get in yet?!”

“Oh Changkyunah! I’m at the door!” He answered and Hyungwon laughed.

Hoseok showed the guard his phone call and she looked at him skeptically before opening the door for him.

“Just made it through” he laughed to Hyungwon as his voice got faded with the loud music.

“Have fun!” Hyungwon told him before hanging up.

He walked around the crowded house, looking for you. He sighed at the sight of the living room that was as big as his and Hyungwon’s entire apartment.

But he reminded himself what he was doing there and kept searching for you. He was about to go up the stairs when he noticed a balcony.

He walked out and saw more people out there, surrounding the pool. And there were you, on the other side of the pool, Changkyun’s arm around your waist as you laughed along with him and his friends.

Hoseok stared at you, not know if he should melt at your laugh or grief that you’re surrounded by someone else’s arm.

“You guys should date, seriously. You too are the perfect couple!” One of Changkyun’s friends told both of you and you looked at each other before laughing lightly.

“We’re just, you know, hanging out for now. Nothing serious” Changkyun clarified and you nodded, sipping on some champagne.

Hoseok couldn’t hear that conversation, but the sight of you and Changkyun was enough to tear his heart apart. He wanted to leave, but his legs would just not move. He decided to stay there and watch you.

He smiled when you smiled and his heart danced when you danced. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, but he had to when he saw you walking towards his direction.

You made your way to the mini bar that was set on the other side of the pool, also Hoseok’s hiding spot ever since he arrived. 

He quickly walked away from the bar as you approached it and hid in between the crowd. He tried stealing glances of you since you were so close to him, but he could barely see you through the dancing crowd.

“How could so many people fit in here?!” He thought, glaring at everyone.

You got the drinks and was on your way back to Changkyun and his friends. There wasn’t enough space to walk other the the brink of the pool. Hoseok watched you as you walked, holding his breath.

You finally made it to Changkyun and gave him his drink before you drank yours. He slipped his arm around your waist again, making Hoseok’s blood boil.

A song you liked started playing and you started dancing. Changkyun smirked at you as he danced along. You were way into the song that you didn’t notice how close to the pool you were.

Hoseok watched from the other side as a guy unconsciously knocked you into the pool. Hoseok’s eyes went wide at the sight.

“Y/n!” He shouted before pushing through everyone and jumping right in.

“Jump in! What are you doing!” Changkyun’s friend told him.

“My suit will get dirty though! And don’t worry, she can swim” He told his friends and they all face palmed.

You heard someone scream your name before jumping in. You thought it was Changkyun, and that was the perfect scenario you’ve planned. But as Hoseok got closer, you realized it wasn’t him.

You swam to the surface and saw Changkyun standing there, just watching. Hoseok made it to the surface, but he just watched the scene like everyone else did. You were about yell at Changkyun when someone cut you off.

“Coward!” Hoseok yelled. You turned your head to look at him. Everyone looked at him, but his vision was focused on Changkyun.

“What?!” Changkyun laughed.

“She was drowning! You’re only good for holding her?! You should’ve used those arms to get her out!” He yelled angrily.  You frowned at him, then realized he’s the same guy who was by your door earlier that day.

“Who’s this?” Changkyun asked you, but you only swam to the middle of the pool where Hoseok was.

You looked into his eyes and his heart almost stopped. The moment he fell for you was repeating itself and his heart couldn’t handle it.

You suddenly placed your hands on his face and everyone held their breath. Everyone knew you and Changkyun were a thing even though you weren’t. But they still believed you two were for one another.

“I hope you don’t mind” you whispered before pulling his face closer and kissing him.

Everyone gasped and some cheered. Hoseok couldn’t hear any of that. It was like he was dreaming. He couldn’t move nor think. He just let you kiss him for as long as you wanted to.

You pulled away and swam to the pool’s ladder and got out, leaving Hoseok blanked out by himself. A guy stretched his arm out for him and helped him out.

“That was great, man” the guy told Hoseok as he patted his back. Hoseok was still getting himself together.

You stood in front of Changkyun, looking into his eyes. He frowned at you.

“I’m sorry, okay?” He told you. You raised your eyebrows and laughed, grabbing a glass of wine from his friend and pouring all over his suit.

“You better be” you told him.

“Hoseok!” his head shot up at your call. You walked to him, grabbing his arm.

“Let’s go” you told him and he followed you without a word.

“Let’s stay in for a while” he told you when you two got to the building’s lobby. You frowned in confusion.

“It’s cold out there, you don’t want to get sick” he told you quietly and you smiled, shaking your head.

“Do you like me?” You smiled at him and his mind went crazy.


“You’re the same guy. In the company’s main hall, then in the employment profile, at my house door, and now here. Perhaps, were you stalking me?” You asked him calmly and he felt vulnerable. He thought of just telling you everything.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the sitting area that the lobby had. You sat down on the leather couch and Hoseok knelt down in front of you.

“You’ll probably laugh, but I seriously like you. Ever since I saw you in the main hall that day, I couldn’t see anyone else. And that admiration grew within me and I found myself following you just to look at you” he talked sincerely and your eyes twinkled.

“You could’ve just asked me out?” You told him and he smiled slightly at your hands.

“To me, you’re not just a girl I like. You’re someone I admire her attitude and thinking. I didn’t want you to end up with someone like me, who has nothing to offer to you-”

“You have your feelings to offer. Liking me for who I am and not for what I am is the biggest thing to offer. Not to mention your looks, of course” you told him and he laughed shyly.

“Is it too late to ask you out?” He smiled. You smiled bigger and shook your head.

“Would you like me to stop stalking you, and just watch you closely. About this close?” He whispered, his face right in front of yours.

“I don’t mind that at all” you giggled.

After that night, Hoseok kept his word literally. He never let you off. And as the company’s vice president, you employed him just so you could see him all day, everyday.

Your parents weren’t too happy about your relationship with Hoseok due to his social status, but they couldn’t forbid you when you just came home every time after a date extremely happy.

Hoseok listened to Hyungwon’s words and made you fall in love with him. Face first.

Break My Heart: Chapter 7 (A Solangelo Fanfic)

It’s here! Chapter seven of Break My Heart! Though this chapter is mostly set up for the highly anticipated Capture The Flag match (which is next chapter) and Nico and Will being friends (before some romantic development of course), I think that having them become close is important. 


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“Dad—uh, Hades, he says something like that. That the most important thing is to…well…to try to do good,” Nico said slowly. “That’s the best that mortals can do anyways before they die. So, don’t beat yourself up. Gods know that I do that too much anyways.”

“You call Hades dad?” Will asked, half-curious and half-jealous.

“I bit my tongue,” Nico said with a flat expression.

“You are really killing this motivational speaking thing, Nico. Really, you should consider doing it for a living,” Will said as he bumped shoulders with Nico di Angelo.

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anonymous asked:

for some weird reason i was having a live perf binge of different bands and decided to google stuff and had to give like an A+ to Green day because they've played most of their stuff live (according to their reddit). what songs would you love for them to play/bring back? some for me: Snitches and Talkers, get busy living, twin skeletons, fav record, Bang the doldrums, G.I.N.A.S.F.S., &pros and cons of breathing.

god i wish i was a green day stan. Id kill to hear miss missing you live– i’m okay if they never played their old stuff again i just want them to bring back the deep cuts from srar :( Where did the party go/death valley (god)/just one yesterday/mmy… theyre all so good and its so sad fob stopped playing them after 2 tour cycles which is :-( also favourite record!

Romeo and Juliet- Dally Imagine

#7- “If you die, I don’t wanna live.”
Requested by anonymous
Warnings: mentions of suicide
You never thought that your boyfriend would leave you. Never in a million years did you think he would leave you. You always thought you’d be the one leaving him. He’d done plenty of break-up worthy things, but you could never brig yourself to actually do it. And now it was to late because he had already stormed out the front door and this time it was for good.

You didn’t know what to do without Dally. He’d now always been the best boyfriend, but he knew just how to comfort you when you were feeling down, having thoughts that you shouldn’t be having. Without him…

You pushed the thought to the back of your mind.

You’d have to leave soon. You were in his room after all. You couldn’t just stay forever. But you wished you could.

As you gathered your belongings up from the floor whilst holding tears back, a knock came from the door, but before you could go answer, the door flung open and in came Dallas Winston.

“Why are you still here?” He asked, looking at you like a pile of trash left on the ground.

“I’m leaving. Don’t worry about it.” You mumbled, your eyes starting to water as he took his shirt off and settled in bed with a cigarette. “Where’d you go?” You asked cautiously

“None of your business.” You took a good look at him for the first time since he had walked in. His body was covered in fresh cuts and new bruises.

“Dallas Winston, where the hell were you?” You repeat, louder then before.

“Shut up… you sound like my mom.” He chuckled. “If you really wanna know, I was at a rumble. A fun one too… police showed. Held up guns and all”

“Oh my god!” You screamed, dropping your stuff. “You could have died!” He nodded in agreement.

“God… How would I live if you died?” You asked yourself. “Dally, if you die, I don’t wanna live! Don’t go gettin yourself killed. I don’t know how I’d survive!”

“Y/n… you can’t just make someone else’s life you own. We ain’t Romeo and Juliet for christ’s sake!” He took a long drag off his cigarette.

“Yeah… we ain’t. But I sure wish we were.” You said, staring for just a moment before grabbing your things and leaving without a word.
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Amor Vincit Omnia ( Yoongi/ OC)

Chapter 10.

The ride back from the event was mostly silent. I was very tired and the tell-tale soreness in my ribs was back. Yoongi had his phone out, texting someone, while I curled up on the other side of the seat. I couldn’t help sneak glances at him as he frowned at the phone in furious concentration. He had tossed away his jacket and the white shirt looked strained as it stretched across his lean physique. I watched him as he loosened the tie , yanking on the knot absently as he continued to stare into the phone. He looked even more handsome than earlier, if that was even possible. There was something less tense and more…relaxed about his posture. I smiled absently, admiring the sculpted jawline and the smooth column of his neck.

“Take a picture. it’ll last longer.” He snapped.

I jumped, embarrassed. Bowing my head , I quickly turned away and stared out of the window, face flaming. I also felt a little annoyed. If he didn’t like people staring he shouldn’t go around dressing like sin on a plate. Sighing, I stared out into the night , the cars passing by in streaks of light too quick to capture and commit to memory. I was tired but it was a good king of tired. Not the sort you feel after getting bruised and battered, but the sort of exhaustion that comes with being too happy. I’d never felt it before and I savored it, resting my heated cheeks against the cold glass panes. I could live like this, I thought suddenly. I could be happy this way. I didn’t need more.

Once the car pulled in front of the penthouse, Yoongi came around to help me out and I noticed the strained look of pain on his face.

“Are you-”

“I’m fine. Hurry up.” He said brusquely.

I followed him into the lift and hesitated, biting my lips in concern when he leaned a bit against the mirrored wall.

“Are you sure you’re-”

“I said I’m fine. Just…” He sighed and ran a hand over his face in annoyance. I sighed. Why was it so hard for him to admit he was hurt? But I didn’t push it, just casually walking next to him in a way that I could at least break his fall if he swayed too much and lost his balance.

“I had fun tonight..” I blurted out, watching him get ready for bed. He shrugged out of his shirt and I turned away to give him some privacy. After a second he hummed, having slipped into a black t-shirt.

“Good. You should start working hard from tomorrow. Seokjin was telling me he’d pick you up in the evening?” He said , eyebrows raised. I nodded.

“And Jimin said he’d take me out to lunch. Taehyung made a list of NGOs that may be interested in offering pottery classes to kids.” I said eagerly. He nodded.

“That’s fine. By the way, I’ll be going into the office tomorrow. You needn’t worry about cooking anything. I may not be back for dinner.” He said casually.

“Oh, are you sure you should be going back? It’s only been two weeks…” I reminded him and he gave me a look.

“Why don’t you let me worry about that?” He said casually with a smile.

In other words, mind your own business.

I stared at him for a second. It was hard to understand what lurked underneath that handsome face. He didn’t budge an inch, never giving me the slightest opening to try and get to know him. It worried me a bit, how shut off from emotions he was. But what worried me more was the way my heart was slowly feeling drawn to him. It couldn’t really end well for me.

“Okay. I’ll…I mean, you could call me and let me know when you’re coming home and…”

“You don’t have to wait up for me either. Like i said, now that I’m going back to the office I won’t be needing your serv-” He stopped at the last moment and gave me a look. “ Help.” He finished awkwardly.


He’d been about to say , services.

I could feel a laugh of disbelief bubbling up inside me. Good God, did he really think I was offering him services?? What was I , a hired maid? Affronted , i almost opened my mouth to argue but then remembered that yes, that’s exactly what i was.

He was giving me a studio , offering me a chance to live a life of my own and in return I would be offering him my cooking and cleaning and hosting services. That plus the fact that I may get killed if I leave him.

Wasn’t that a marriage made in heaven?

I’ve never seen a more shameless woman than you. Hye Mi’s voice echoed through my head.

I bit my lips, wondering why I felt that way too.

“So, we could get a comprehensive list by next Tuesday. We’ll start off with just two classes a day, morning and evening. And then maybe you could hire a few more teachers and start more batches. I was actually thinking, that you should definitely offer to teach these rich wives as well, it will help you support the studio. You can ask one of the other teacher’s you hire to take care of those classes, because I can tell you want to teach the kids.” Jimin said cheerfully , pouring me a glass of white wine as we sat on a patio deck of a river side restaurant.

Jimin was a beautiful person, I thought in genuine admiration ,  inside and outside. He lived up to his international fashion designer status, dressed in a navy blue suit. His hair was dyes a nice ash grey and he had a smile that could destroy. We talked for over an hour about everything and nothing and I realized that he had a ridiculous sense of humor and a never-ending love for gossip. It was like being best friends with the most popular, gossip queen in the school.

“Thank you so much for doing this..” I said gratefully and he waved it off.

“Pssh… i should be the one thanking you. Yoongi hyung is so much easier to put up with, now that he has his own personal baby-sitter.” He winked.

I laughed.

“Don’t let him hear you say that.”

“I won’t…but you do spoil him rotten. He pretends he doesn’t like it but i can tell he enjoys all the attention you give him.” He said with a soft smile.

I stared at him.

“Are we talking about the same person? ” Before I could stop myself I told him what he’d said the previous night. Jimin frowned but then shrugged.

“Well, to be fair I’m not surprised . Yoongi isn’t really an emotional kind of guy. Even if he feels something for someone, he’s likely to dig a two hundred feet hole and bury it rather than confront his feelings. ” He said seriously.

I nodded understandingly.

“Of course…by the way, don’t any of you guys have girl friends?” I said curiously.  Jiming shrugged.

“Not on purpose no. It’s just…it’s hard to find a girl who wants to be with all seven of us.”

I stared at him.

He started laughing.

“Sorry , that came out horribly wrong. I meant that it sometimes throws our dynamics, when we date girls who aren’t comfortable with our friendship. I don’t know if you know this, but all seven of us share a huge apartment complex in Gangnam. We crash there most of the time and well, Namjoon and Seokjin live there permanently. Taehyung and I travel a lot and so does Hoseok. Jung Kook has a penthouse in Itaewon near his business but he crashes at our place as well. Basically we spend a lot of time with each other and well, the women or men we meet aren’t really… okay with it? ” He shrugged.

Before I could reply, he looked over my shoulder and his expression sort of froze.

I turned around and smiled when I saw Taehyung. He was , however followed by the girl from the previous night. Mia? Myra?

Taehyung looked great in a white t-shirt and blue jean and next to me Jimin stiffened so badly that I looked at him in alarm.

“What’s wrong?” I said quickly and he shook his head, his entire body tense.

“Nothing..I..I’m fine.” He said through gritted teeth and I couldn’t press the subject when Taehyung slipped in next to Jimin, draping a casual hand over him. As always Mia ignored me, pulling out her phone and flicking through it. Taehyung said something playful to Jimin that I couldn’t catch and then Jimin replied rather sharply , which made Taehyung recoil in shock.

“what’s got your panties in a twist?” He said angrily and Jimin turned away furious.

“Maybe the fact that you can’t keep it in your fucking pants for one night.” He hissed back. Taehyung flinched and looked at me in genuine embarrassment. Jimin too looked abashed and looked away. I felt like an intruder as I sat there staring pointedly away.

“I’m sorry, ji Soo. I’ll leave you guys to your lunch date. Come on Mia…” Taehyung stood up, grabbing the girl’s wrist and all but yanking her as he stomped away, anger evident in each step.

“Wow..I…What’s wrong?” I said gently and Jimin sighed.

“Nothing. I..I just..i didn’t expect him to show up with that trollop.” He hissed and I grinned a bit. I’d through the exact same thing about Mia and it felt good to have someone voice that opinion out loud.

“You don’t like her…” I asked quietly and he shook his head.

“That’s just it, though. I don’t have anything against her. Or any of the other dozen women he sleeps with but everytime I see him with one of them I want to…” He stopped, eyes widening as he looked at me. i blinked as the pieces fell into place in a single slip.

“You like Tae??” I whispered, astounded. He bit his lips.

“You must think I’m disgusting…” He shook his head and I shook my head in disbelief.

“Why would..I… Oh, God, Jimin have you tried telling him?” I said eagerly. As I thought of all the interactions the two of them shared, I suddenly realized that they were pretty much perfect for each other. Taehyung was wacky, fun and a ball of energy. Jimin was sassy, funny, sweet and sensible.

Jimin gave me a look of bitter disbelief.

“He’ll probably laugh in my face and kick me in the balls after.” He said, shaking his head.

Oh, wow.

“You mean he doesn’t like men?” I said worriedly. It would be tragic if that were true.

Jimin shrugged.

“He doesn’t date men…but I know he …well he’s sexually attracted to them.” He said ducking his head a bit.

I frowned.

“If he doesn’t date men, how could you possibly know that?” I asked curiously. Jimin mumbled something under his breath.

“What?” I leaned in closer.

“I said…We slept together once.”

I squealed so loud a bunch of them turned around to give me annoyed looks. i clamped a hand down on my mouth to smother the sound.

Jimin stared at me like i was insane.

“Are you serious? You’re squealing? How old are you?” He shook his head, lips curling in distaste and I think i fell a bit in love with him.

“I’m so sorry…I just…Jimin, if you guys have history you should totally talk to him about it though. I’m no expert but…” understatement of the century, “ I think talking really helps.” I said honestly.

Jimin shrugged.

“It’s not that easy. I don’t want to screw things up irrevocably. We work together, we’re best friends , hell we’re like family. i can’t throw all that away just because I can’t keep my feelings in check. i mean don’t get me wrong, love is grand and all but sometimes…sometimes you’ve got to give up on it. to do the right thing. And for us, the right thing would be for me to never bring it up to him.”

I stared at him. He was right, I thought sadly. Love was nice, but sometimes, you can’t risk everything you have for something you may in the end, lose.

“Okay. If you want to talk about it… I’m here.” I said softly. He smiled.

“You know what, I may even take you up on that offer someday.”

We talked some more about how to arrange classes and about how we could recruit new teachers for the studio. Once he dropped me off at the penthouse, he held my hand for a second.

“I know it must be hard…with Yoongi.. and considering him, he’s probably making things a million times harder than they need to be but…I hope you don’t give up on him. I …i think he really cares for you.” Jimin said softly.

I smiled.

“Thank you for saying that. I know it probably isn’t true but I feel good hearing it.” I reached out and kissed his cheek . He smiled and waved before leaving.

When I went back to the penthouse, I found my husband sprawled on the couch. It was a little past four. Seokjin hadn’t been able to meet me because of something else. We’d rescheduled for tomorrow.

“You’re back?” I said , surprised. He grunted.

“I have to leave at seven for a dinner meeting . ” He said . I nodded and went to set some water on the stove to make him tea and went back tot the bedroom to change, when I came back he was sitting up, signing something in a file. I placed the tray in front of him and smiled .

“Is your shoulder feeling better now?” I said .

He didn’t reply, continuing to look at me carefully.

Finally, just to fill the silence, I told him about the day with Jimin, about our plans to expand the business later. He hummed , occasionally.

“When I was little , I’d always hoped I could teach children how to make clay stuff. I mean I’d hoped that it would be my own children but…” I stopped, cursing my motor-mouth.

He gave me a casual glance.

“No reason you shouldn’t have a kid of your own. Once this whole thing with EXO dies down, I’ll give you a divorce. You can go find your true love.” The last phrase dripped with disdain.

I blinked in genuine surprise. somehow in the past three weeks spent with him I’d lost all desire for a divorce.

“I’m not…I don’t mind being married to you.” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He looked up then, staring at me in surprise.

“What’s wrong?” I said after a few minutes, shuffling uncomfortably.

“Nothing.” He went back to his files. i watched him for a few minutes and then finally moved tentatively, settling down on the couch next to him, a good three feet away. He stopped turning the pages for a second and glanced at my knees, as though wondering what I was doing and then went back to reading his files.

“About…Jimin and Taehyung….”

“I know they want to screw each other but are a  bunch of pussies who are too fucking scared to just admit it. . And frankly, it has nothing to do with us , so whatever you want to say, can it.” He snapped.  i dropped my shoulders in defeat. Although my heart perked up at his use of the word ’ Us’.

“I just…they’re our friends…” i said pleadingly.

He dropped the file and glared at me.

“No. they’re my friends.  And I do not want to get involved. End of discussion. Now get away and let me work in peace. ” He snapped.

Like talking to a rock, I thought miserably.

“It’s not much…I just..let’s just invite them to dinner. They can at least talk to each other and…”

Yoongi slammed the file down, so hard, I jumped.

“For the last time, I do not want to get involved. these are grown men not teenage girls. They’ll work their shit out on their own. For the love of God won’t you just leave those two fucktards alone ?!” He snarled.

Chastised I got up and went back into the kitchen.

Surprisingly after three weeks I was almost used to his wild bursts of temper. At least they weren’t physical. in fact, Yoongi took particular care to never move suddenly or threateningly when i was around. it was an oddly considerate thing to do, something I hadn’t expected from my husband.

I took out a pen and my scribble pad, trying to work out some plan for dinner. I was halfway done with the dessert when I heard him at the door of the kitchen.

“What’s wrong? ” I said cheerfully and he looked surprised.

“You…You’re not angry.” It was a statement, not a question and I hummed and wiped my hand on the napkin before shrugging.

“No, I’m not. Like you said, they’re your friends, not mine. ” I said. I didn’t mean to sound bitter but I suppose it came out a little that way.

“For fuck, sake you know I didn’t mean that way…I just…If something goes wrong because of us…” He looked very uncomfortable and I sighed.

“It’;s alright. I understand. I won’t drag you into it. ” I said firmly and the relief on his face was so palpable I almost laughed.

I went back to writing out the dessert, when he cleared his throat.

“About last night…. on the podium..” He said suddenly and I froze in place. I couldn’t believe he wanted to talk about that. Mouth dry and heart pounding, I looked at him, licking my dry lips. His gaze dropped to my lips for a second and he hastily looked away.

“I…yeah. Thanks..I sort of freaked out..” I laughed nervously.

“I didn’t like it.” He said shortly.

I looked up at him.

“I’m sorry…”

“I didn’t like the way you looked up there, terrified out of your wits. It made me want to…kill someone. ” He gritted out. I stared at him, my mind in a whirl. why did this guy talk in riddles. Why was it so hard to understand what he was trying to say??

“I don’t know what to say…” I said foolishly. Or what you’re saying, you drive me insane.

“Why didn’t you tell me Yifan tried to molest you that night?” He snapped.

“I was..afraid you wouldn’t believe me. ” I said honestly and he swore underneath his breath.

“This won’t do…You know I can’t be around all the time, playing bodyguard to you, right?’ He said quietly.

i nodded. Of course I knew that.

” Go Wear some comfortable clothes . T-shirt and tracks or something. I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby. Make it quick. “ He said swiftly, turning around and walking out. I blinked in surprise, because what??

But When I went out he was nowhere to be found. I sighed in defeat. Min Yoongi was so maddening I couldn’t really breathe anymore.

But I had a billion questions and only him as my source of answers so I swiftly changed into a tight t-shirt and shorts. i never wore shorts around him or anyone else for that matter, conscious of the shiny welts from old wounds but then, he’d already seen them, hadn’t he? I slipped on some comfortable shoes and quickly went out the door.

I found him waiting in the lobby and he didn’t even look at me, moving instead at a brisk pace to the elevators, while I ran a bit to keep up. In the elevator he pressed the eighth floor and about five minutes later we were in what looked like a dance studio but with a punching bag in the corner and some weights. I watched quietly and then jumped when he began taking off his clothes.

He slipped off the shirt and I turned away embarrassed but there were mirrors on all the walls and turning only showed me more skin , from every possible direction and why was it so hot in here?!

He slipped on a tight vest and flexed his shoulders casually, the movement very graceful and practiced. I tried not to stare too much at the way the fabric of his vest stretched across his lean frame. He fairly vibrated with agility and strength. I felt like a toothpick next to him.

"I’m going to teach you some self defense.” He said briskly. I stared at him in surprise.

“Really? I mean.. That’s…” amazing, wonderful, so wonderfully nice of you.

I’d always wanted to learn how to defend myself. From the time I was old enough to think. From the first time i got hit and didn’t know how to fight back.

“So, we’ll start?” He said casually. I nodded. He moved to the edge of the room and tossed his jacket on the CCTV.

“Good, get on your back on the floor. Bend your knees and spread your legs.”




He rolled his eyes.

“If you’re going to go all shy and timid on me, you better leave right now. No one’s going to talk to you politely and stay a few feet away while trying to attack or rape you. He’s going to be on you, around you, pushing you down, pressing into you and touching you everywhere. That’s what you’re going to have to get used to.” He said with a shrug.

But all I heard was I’m going to be on you, around you, pushing you down, pressing into you and touching you everywhere. Get used to it.

“Okay.” I said nervously sitting down and stretching myself out on the hardwood floor, while my brain screamed, Not okay, not okay, not okay,  on repeat.

The moment I was flat on my back, he sank to his knees and crawled, grabbed the back of my knees and bent them, spreading my legs and settling between the V of my legs, one palm on each knee. His thighs pressed against the back of mine and I was pretty certain, he was doing it wrong because  I don’t think I’m supposed to feel…. good, when being attacked?  

I stared right at him, my face flaming red and I really couldn’t look anywhere else, my throat was so dry I kept swallowing .

He looked amused now.

“Why are you acting like a virgin.?” He grinned suddenly and the way it transformed his face momentarily knocked me down. Or would have, if I weren’t already flat on my back. He had the smile of an angel. Truly.

“Maybe because I’m one?” I said, annoyed. He stopped smiling and his eyebrows shot up to hit his hairline.

“No shit? you are? Well that explains a lot of things…” He shook his head in genuine disbelief.

“What’s wrong in being a virgin?” I said affronted.

He shrugged.

“I wouldn’t know because I’m the farthest thing from being one. I’ve never met one either. Ask Seokjin Hyung, I’m pretty sure he’s still one.” His eyes twinkled and I couldn’t stop the little laugh that burst out.

“That’s cruel.”

“The truth often is. Now let’s get started.” He grabbed my knee again, settled against me and I blinked rapidly, trying to moderate my breathing.

“What..What  you doing?” I yelped. He rolled his eyes.

“I’m trying to rape you. ” He said casually , grabbing my waist and pulling me tight till the center of my shorts pressed light up against the front of his pants.

I stayed perfectly still, my brain had shut down completely.

He gave me a look.

“Should I make myself clearer? I’m trying to fuck  you. Non-consensual sex… What do you do?” He said calmly and oh my God, how can he say stuff like this with a staright face. Worse, how am I not dissolving into a puddle of embarrassment and heat right now?

Finally he reached out and flicked me on the forehead.

“You put up a fight, woman! You try to push me away…” He yelled. I snapped out of it.

I immediately pushed at his chest but he pressed down harder and the next second his body was pinning me to the floor, his chest crushing my breasts and his face pressed right against mine while his hands roamed all around my torso. Sensory overload, my mind registered as I tried to deal with the feel of his hands on my body. His scent, clean male skin and exertion and sexy, world class pheromones. My mouth began to water for some reason and I wanted to die.

He pulled away and straightened before I could fully get my bearings.

He grabbed my wrists and pulled my hand up , his fingers warm on mine as he flattened my palm against his chest. His skin felt warm to the touch, smooth but rock-hard.

“When You’re pushing , make sure your elbows are straight. If you bend them,” He used his fingers to lightly bed my arm at the elbow, “ Try pushing now.”

I did and he over powered me easily, pressing me into the floor with no effort.

“Now keep your arm straight and try.”

I did and he couldn’t push down on me. I was amazed myself .

“Wow..” I whispered, elated when I could hold him off, palms pressing between his shoulder blades as he tried to lean on me.

“Excellent.  Now, I’ll teach you how to get out from underneath me…”

The phone rang just then. He hesitated, before pulling away and jumping to his feet, moving to pick up his phone. He spoke quietly and tensely for a few minutes. When he turned back, he had a serious look on his face.

“We’ll do this again tomorrow. Go home. I’ve got some business at the club with Namjoon.” He gave me a brusque nod and grabbed his jacket before walking out without a backward glance.

I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn’t stop shaking so I plopped back down on the floor. I could still feel his fingers on me, his scent around me and the brush of his cheeks against mine.

I felt misery creep into me as i thought of what was actually happening.

I was falling for him.

And for the first time in my life I swore.


I’m listening to the first of the Dresden Files again after following the series for years. I’d forgotten just how heavy the Noir shtick is at the beginning, and it’s making me laugh. Dear God, Harry, could you be any more dramatic? Or nice-guy chauvinist? Ah well, he grows up some, and the author grows up more.

Also, my previous boss was Gentleman Johnny Marcone. Not literally, I seriously doubt he would or could kill. Or make a living off human misery. But imagine an AU where Marcone is a business exec - he’d make a very good boss not because it’s a moral imperative but because he’d decide that’s the best way to get the results he wants. He has a strong internal morality, which is a really good thing because it’s the only thing that restrains him. That’s the sense I got off my boss. Best boss I’ve ever worked with - very, very smart and we had the same goals and the same ideas of the most effective way to get there, so it worked well. But he was slippery in a subtle way, and I suspect the careful, gentle person I saw is only who he chose to be around me. If I ever came up against him as an adversary, I’d go the other way.

Suicide Squad | Sentence Meme

So even though I didn’t really care for this movie - the cheesy soundtrack, the casting, the overacting, etc. - the script was perfect for a sentence meme. So here ya go. A compilation of quotes from the film and deleted scenes, all wrapped up in a nice package. You can thank me later. xo

“I want to build a team of some very dangerous people.”
“My job is to keep you alive until you die. Do you understand that?”
“It’s taken me some time, but I finally have them.”
“You gonna come down from there or what?”
“Somehow, somehow, I’m gonna get outta here. And I’m gonna rain down on you like the Holy Ghost.”
“We’re bad guys, it’s what we do.”
“You know what they say about the crazy ones…”
“No money, no honey.”
“You are really in bad shape upstairs, lady!”
“Only my friends call me ____.”
“Oh, I’m not gonna kill you… I’m just gonna hurt you really, really bad.”
“Love your perfume. What is that, the stench of death?”
“I can’t wait to show you my toys.”
“Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you people?”
“Huh? What was that? I should kill everyone and escape?”
“It’s got a little bit of pasghetti in there - toenails, rat shit. Everything a growing fella needs.”
“Ya’ll jokers must be crazy.
“I’m known to be quite vexing, I’m just forewarning you.”
“You sweet talking me?”
“All that chit chat’s gonna get ya hurt.”
“Are you the devil?”
“Come on! I’m bored! I’m bored. Play with me.”
“I sleep where I want, when I want, with who I want.”
“I’m fighting fire with fire.”
“This is the exterminator you called for your rat problem.”
“My account’s looking a little thin.”
“I want you to come and live with me.”
“I know you do bad things. Don’t worry. I still love you.”
“Let’s just say, I put him in a hole and threw away the hole.”
“You know, I live for these moments with you.”
“I got you a kitty.”
“I need a machine gun.”
“Talk about a workplace romance gone wrong.”
“What do we have here?”
“What are you gonna do? You gonna kill me?”
“Oh! Party foul! Not cool!”

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The Last Kingdom Sentence Starters

Since this grew out to be a rather long collection - below the cut is a list of 107 sentences from The Last Kingdom SEASON ONE. Beware of spoilers. NSFW sentences have been tagged! 

You can find another 126 sentences from season two here.

Please do feel free to change names/locations/details if this would better benefit your muse or thread!


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“The Thorn Birds” sentence starters
  • “There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone’s heart.”  
  • “Each of us has something within us which won’t be denied, even if it makes us scream aloud to die.”
  • “We are what we are, that’s all.”
  • “Everyone singing his own little song, convinced it’s the most wonderful song the world has ever heard.”
  • “Don’t you see? We create our own thorns, and never stop to count the cost.”
  • “All we can do is suffer the pain, and tell ourselves it was well worth it.”  
  • “There is a legend about a bird which sings only once in it’s life, more beautifully than any other creature on the face of the earth.”
  • “But when we press the thorn to our breast, we know, we understand…. and still, we do it.”
  • “Belief doesn’t rest on proof or existence…it rests on faith…without faith there is nothing.”  
  • “The best is only bought at the cost of great pain.”  
  • “What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance? ”  
  • “If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!”  
  • “Truly God was good, to make man so blind.”  
  • “You still think love can save us.”
  • “It’s more killing than hate.”
  • “Hate is so clean, so simple.”
  • “–Like being in the ring. With hate, you just keep hitting. You hit until they stop hitting back. With love… They never stop.”
  • “Twelve thousand miles of it, to the other side of the world.”
  • “They would belong neither here, nor there, for they would have lived on two continents and sampled two different ways of life.”
  • “There was some justice in his pain.”  
  • “It’s not worth getting upset about.”
  • “Down in the city they don’t know how the other half lives.”
  • “Out here it’s different.”
  • “We’re working-class people, which means we don’t get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.”  
  • “We can know what we do wrong even before we do it, but self-knowledge can’t affect or change the outcome, can it?”
  • “I can’t share your love of God”
  • “Each of us has within us something that just won’t be denied.”
  • “Oh, that feels good!”
  • “I don’t know who invented ties and then insisted a man was only properly dressed when he wore one, but if I ever meet him, I’ll strangle him with his own invention”  
  • “We weren’t fit to be told.”
  • “You complacent, conceited, self-centered bastard! “
  • “You can’t make love for toffee!”
  • “Oh, go away! I can’t bare to look at you anymore!”
  • “Oh, the cruelty of youth.”
  • “How will we live without him.”
  • “Your God gathers in the good ones… and leaves the living to hose of us whom fail.”
  • “Your greedy God! There is no peace with him!”
  • “I’m so glad I’m not dying.”
  • “What would I ever do without you?”
  • “Oh silly. You’ll never be without me.”
  • “You’ve the face of an angel and the body of a goddess.”
  • “And since that day, I have somehow known, though I never saw you again, that my last thought this side of the grave would be of you.”
  • “And there’s nothing I can do to change it.”
  • “Do you know how terrifying it is, that power you have over me?”
  • “It’s as if you never remember that.”

itsnotgayifitsinspace  asked:

I just found your post about live show ideas and honestly? I would KILL for tres horny girls starring Rachel sydnee and Teresa like seriously oh my god

i would kill for them in any form in taz straight up but just the idea of sydnee having to do the lup voice is worth whatever amount the mcelroys demand from me

Listening to the Hunchback of Notre Dame musical OST for the first time
  • Olim: how did they make the intro to the movie richer and prettier aaah I love all the layers of voices
  • Bells of Notre Dame: HOLY HELL THAT INTRO. It's weird to hear the first verse with no French accent but I like how it's a group number now. THEY INCLUDED JEHANNNNNNNN. THEY INCLUDED JEHAN I CANNOT OMGOMGOMGOMFG. JEHAAAANNNN. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS LITTLE SHIT. KARA WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT THIS I AM SCREAMING. That's really interesting that they made Quasi Jehan's son. It's less dramatic than the move but I like it a lot. PRETTY CHOIR. DAT HIGH NOTE.
  • Out There: Patrick Page's Frollo is delightfully creepy. More so than his Scar. Quasi needs all of the hugs ohmygod. I wasn't so sure about his voice at first but then it got into the song and now I can get behind this :)
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 1: I like having more crowd numbers. Quasi's interludes are so sweet though it's breaking my heart knowing it all falls to shit.
  • Rest and Recreation: Why did they change Phoebus's last name? I love when they include musical themes from the movies in the stage's songs- they've been doing it since BatB and I love it. Great Douchebag Phoebus is back.
  • Rhythm of the Tambourine: oh FUCK YES. I am SO glad they made her dance a full number of its own.
  • Topsy Turvy Pt 2: I'm sure this scene is longer in the full version. The whole King of Fools part feels REALLY abridged on the soundtrack.
  • Into Notre Dame: I'm pretty sure it wasn't necessary to do this to my heart
  • God Help the Outcasts: WOW.
  • Top of the World: Once in every shoooowww there comes a song like thiiiis.... Ugh are the gargoyles here? WHY. They're a little more palatable here than in the movie at least.
  • Tavern Song: These dark minor chord dance numbers are my aesthetic
  • Heaven's Light: Someone please hug Quasi
  • Esmeralda: why is this melody so bright and jaunty? And who says "punished" like that? Brothels in a Disney show. I don't know why I'm surprised because HoND has always been edgier than most Disney and this is coming directly after freaking Hellfire. But still damn. Yay for Phoebus not being a douche anymore! Seriously this song sounds like something out of Les Mis.
  • Flight into Egypt: the statues are slightly more palatable here. This is still a weak point but it's not A Guy Like You. I'm pretty amused that that was cut lol
  • The Court of Miracles: this scene is so funny in the movie and it's actually quite scary here. Amazing what a key change can do!
  • In a Place of Miracles: Have I mentioned this week that I don't like Phoebus? Nice to see a cut song make it back in, though. And they didn't go full bookPhoebus which is nice. Someone please hug Quasi :'(
  • Justice in Paris: well that escalated quickly.
  • Someday: I LOVE that this made it back in, too. I love God Help the Outcasts but it's always sad when a good song gets replaced. And it found new life that isn't the terrible credits version!
  • While the City Slumbered: Not entirely sure that needed its own track
  • Made of Stone: DAAAAMN. So angsty. So powerful. HELL YES. But poor baby ;-;
  • Finale: YESSSS IT'S JUST AS EPIC AS THE MOVIE. I WOULD LITERALLY KILL PEOPLE TO SEE THIS LIVE THIS CHOIR IS AMAZING fuck yeah Sun God. I do not say that lightly. I WANT TO SEE THE MOLTEN LEAD ON STAGE :O. OH MY GOD DID THEY ACTUALLY KEEP THE ORIGINAL ENDING. MY HEART. NO. ;-; Frollo you bastard. "What do you know of love?" JEHAN ;-; OH SHIT QUASI. Daaamn that's an even more badass karmic death than the movie. It's like the book but terrifying. The Someday reprise is beautiful. And Bells reprise is always lovely. I wasn't expecting the book's ending though ;-;