he kept coming back and waving

Have You Tried Seducing?

Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!

A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!

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3 weeks.

It had been 3 weeks since you had overheard Castiel confess his love for you to Sam and Dean.

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Dare.

Request: ‘’Can you do ‘’I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend'’ for reader and Bucky please?’’ 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation

A/N: This is for our Halloween Special ( #halloweenwithdaniandmia ) but life happened and just now I could write it. I’m so sorry that it took so long! This is also my first Bucky fic and I’m nervous bc I fucking love him, so any feedback is more than welcome! 

Originally posted by vintagefangirll


     After a long but succesful mission you were back to the Avengers compound; it had cost some bruises to the team, nothing really bad, but the tension and the mental fatigue were the worst. After an endless afternoon of sleep everybody woke up in a really good mood and relax was the only mission now.  The guys decided to watch a game and then hit a bar while you, Wanda and Nat were grateful to have the place for yourselves. Your girls night would be a success.
     You were working on a huge Mojito jar when you heard Steve yell “bye girls, have fun” while rushing through the door. You spun in your feet to say “bye” but your elbow bumped at the jar; thankfully Bucky was right behind you and reached it before it could crash on the floor. You squealed, startled, and luckily everybody thought it was because you almost ruined the pitcher but the real reason was the man that was so close to you.
     He was in black jeans and a navy blue shirt, the light fabric nearly drawing his muscles, and his hair was pulled back. You shook your head and laughed as he made a fake shock face.
     - Careful, Doll. - He said through a half smile.
     - I don’t need to, you are here to save the innocent liquor from my clumsy skills. - you grinned and winked at him. - You’re the girls’ night hero!
     He laughed and leaned to you, his flesh arm wrapped around your waist to lift you and he quickly placed a kiss on your cheeck before let you go. Your blood boiled in your face but thankfully he was heading to the door and didn’t see the effect of his trick. “Bye girls’’ he shouted before slamming the door behind him.
     Your lips were still spreaded on a wide smile when you looked at the girls. Uh-oh. The devilish grin on Nat’s face meant she noticed your state. Actually, you were fifty shades of pink and smiling like a teenager, a non-spy person would noticed it too. Wanda giggled and covered her mouth with her hands.
     - What? - You asked trying to play cool but you failed miserably when a giggle escaped your lips.
     - Not now… We will talk about it when this jar gets empty. - Nat teased and you knew she never would let the subject go. Nice.
     You didn’t want to talk about it because you didn’t know what it was. He is your best friend and you love him just like that but he has an effect on you. You wanted to be friends but you also secretly wanted to tangle your limbs with his and never let go. He is a gentleman but also a giant sexy teddy bear who hates wearing shirts. It’s not your fault that you have this sinful thoughts about him.
     That’s what you said to them after drinking an impressive amount of alcohol. The three of you were a drunk mess and the world seemed hazy through your laugh tears.
     - Hey! You have only called truth while Nat and I have attended to all your dares. Not fair! - Wanda accused you and you flinched, fearing what is coming.
     - I guess we have to think about a special dare for Y/N, Wanda! - Nat grinned and you knew you were screwed.
     - Yes, Nat! Something envolving the giant sexy teddy bear! - Wanda giggled clapping her hands and Nat squealed.
     - Hell no! - You shouted.
     - Hell yes! I dare you to send a full nude pic to your best friend Bucky! - Nat said and you seriously thought about ripping her throat.
     - I… I can’t! Oh my God I can’t do this! - You pleaded but it was no use. You have dared Wanda to talk to the pizza deliver guy only in bra and panties not even half hour ago.
     - You know the rules, Doll. - Nat whispered and mocked at the petname Bucky gave you.
     Your hand was shaking and you barely could search for the camera app. You gulped the rest of the drink in your glass and breathed heavy, trying to calm down. After a moment you were feeling more confident. You took off your panties and shirt and lay down on your bed. You placed the camera above your head, searching for the best angle. If you were doing this, it has to be the best nude of your life. You pinched your left nipple and crossed your legs, trying not to show too much, and found your best angle. You smiled innocently to the camera until you heard the small click. You studied it for a while and well… you looked good.
     They nocked on your door shouting ’‘let us in’!’ ’'I wanna see it!”. You slipped into your clothes and opened the door, showing them the pic.
     - Oh my god he is SO having a heart attack when he sees it! You look hot, send it already! - Wanda said analyzing the picture.
     - I can’t! I won’t be able to look at him ever again! - You whined but in a second your phone was gone.
     - Done! - Nat announced with a smirk.
     You froze on your spot. What if he didn’t like it? What if your friendship change? What if he gets mad at you? Scold you? You couldn’t breathe. But other thoughts flooded your mind… What if he does like it? What if he gets a boner right now wherever he is? What if he touches himself looking at it? You pictured him stroking himself while looking at you.. his lips slightly parted, focused face…
     - Come on! He knows you’re drunk already! - Wanda snapped you out of your daydream while tugging you back to her room, where the drinks were.
     You kept talking and laughing for hours and you forgot about the whole nude pic thing until your phone buzzed. Thankfully the girls were blabbing and didn’t noticed it, you could deal whith it alone. You sighed and checked it. It was your mom inviting you to lunch on sunday. After replying her you touched at his icon and saw the blue double check behind your picture. A wave of shame washed you and you felt rejected. He didn’t even replied it.
     You said you were hungry to escape to the kitchen alone but they followed you. The cold pizza was fantastic but the anxiety left a bitter taste on your tongue. You were sitting on the couch when you heard the boys arriving. The door cracked and Steve and Sam came in talking cheerfully about the game and Bucky was following them. He was tense, jaw clenched.
     His dark eyes scanned the room before finding you. From afar he locked his eyes at yours and you felt like your neck and face were on fire. His gaze was so intense you couldn’t look away. He bit on his lower lip and soothed it with his tongue before opening the sexiest smile you have ever seen. He walked to you still smiling and leaned to you.
     - I… I… I’m sorry I was… - you began to stutter but he didn’t let you finish. His kiss were fierce.
Everybody was watching surprised.
     - Shut up! - He groaned and wrapped his metal arm around your thighs before lifting you to his shoulder.
     Your waistline was on his shoulder, your head hanging on his back. He spun on his feet and you gaped at them, not able to say anything. Steve was in shock, Sam was nodding with a smirk, Wanda was gaping and Nat had a satisfied grin ghosting on her lips, putting her hands together. Bucky grabbed your ass unceremoniously and rushed to his bedroom. 
     After he slammed the door shut you could hear the rest of the team whistling and cheering. Ashamed, you were about to scold him for the PDA sample when he threw you on his bed. Instantly you forgot everything.



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  • Taemin and Jonghyun’s microphones completely stopped working around Replay. During Replay, Minho and Taemin swapped microphones around, and Jongyu also swapped microphones in between parts. 
  • Key mentioned going to Niagara Falls with Onew. Onew said that the beauty of the falls made him lost for words. Key later also mentioned going to the CN tower with Minho, but they didn’t go to the top because there were too many people.
  • Onew: “In my head, I always thought of Canada as a very cold place. But it’s very hot in here.” <3
  • The music stopped abruptly during Prism. The members were very professional, and tried to encourage Shawols to sing along without music.
  • Onjongtae apologized for the technical issues during a costume change. Taemin looked especially sad about the mic/sound difficulties and kept apologizing :(
  • Jonghyun and Onew tried to get Taemin to talk about his solo, giving him thumbs ups. Instead, Taemin shyly changed the topic to “there are many performances left tonight.”
  • Minho didn’t expect the amount of support/cheering tonight. He was very touched.
  • Key talked about the ‘instagram life’ and that he can’t control what time he has ‘live broadcasts’ on the platform. He wishes to be on there more to interact with fans but that is also dependent on the company. He also mentioned being sleepy due to the jet lag, and apologized for his English (fans were very touched at his attempts!)
  • Key also talked about really liking Youtube reaction videos, often searching ‘1 of 1 reaction video’ and others. He says he couldn’t stop watching them. 
  • Minho talked in English for a while, and then Key talked again, until he said in Korean that he forgot they had an interpreter.
  • A lot of Shawols were surprised at Minho’s English, he improved a lot. Jonghyun would occasionally chime in ‘yes’, ‘let’s go’, but Onjongtae mostly spoke in Korean.
  • Everyone got super hyped during Lucifer and Key said “I see you guys really like Lucifer, huh?”
  • During ‘Ready or Not’, Jonghyun kept trying to step across sound speakers to move closer to the fans. He also stole a towel from a dancer and swung it around. 
  • Minho’s closing remarks (in English!) :
    • Thank you for waiting, thank you for coming, thank you for screaming, I LOVE YOU. 
  • Minho also stayed back/was the last to leave the stage, giving lots of thumbs up and waving to fans.

thegrimreaver  asked:

zimbits. “Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.” pLEASE

Charlie asked for this about 30 years ago but I’m just getting around to it now. It’s prompt from this list. 


If he thinks I’m going to let a single tart anywhere near his ruinous Trump-sized hands he’s got another thing coming. Actually, no. He can have as many tarts as he wants. Kill ‘em with kindness, and arsenic worked into the whipped cream. I’d have to add more vanilla to balance it out but–

If Jack wasn’t in a sponsorship meeting, he would be inclined to promptly bash his head into the wood of the table. It had been like this for a few weeks ago, a voice filtering in at the most inopportune times, going on diatribes against who he was presuming was the voice’s coworker (”–even the way he counts out change is annoying. The Lord is testing me. We should’ve kept the antique register, it would have hurt more when I ‘accidentally’ shut the drawer on his fingers that he just licked to count out the bills. Yes, I would LOVE my spit covered change. THANK YOU.”)

Unfortunately, Jack thought it was unlikely that NIKE would appreciate their new brand ambassador actively giving himself a concussion, so he shot the representative across the table a smile and nodded to whatever was being said before reverting back inside his head.

As ambitious as your assassination attempt is, if you could keep it to yourself I would appreciate it.

There wasn’t even a moments pause before he got his reply.

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I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Seventeen

Summary: You clear up your misunderstanding with the Ackles’ and things are finally looking up.
Words: 3.6k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Danneel, JJ
Warnings: mild angst, feels
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

“We need to talk.”

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The Mirage Heist  // Thief!Shawn AU // Part 2

Part One  

|My Masterlist|

Summary: Shawn is a criminal mastermind and you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time….or was it the right place at the right time?

Alarms start going off the moment the guy you were with opens the safe door. Loud, blaring alarms that make you wish you could cut your own ears off. Everything goes from zero to a hundred real quick after that. Sunglasses comes running in followed by two other guys. There is a lot of yelling and ordering around. The guys who came in with Sunglasses start prying open vault doors along the wall with surprising ease. They leave some cash while stuffing others into bags and you can’t help but why not grab it all? Before you can open your mouth, Sunglasses is grabbing you by your collar and hauling you up off the floor.

“You, with me,” he growls and you pull back against his grip. He sets his jaw and you can see a nerve tick through his cheek. “It’s not an option sweetheart.”

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Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 2

Originally posted by xehun

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 4,945 

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Stood Up

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,159

Warnings: fluff, don’t date brett he’s a jerk

Prompt: The reader gets stood up on a date, but Dean swoops in just in time to save the night.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You sat in the green backed booth, a cup of water in front of you. The waiter had been by twice already, asking if you were still waiting. You felt bad for continuing to tell him that you were, knowing that you were hogging a table that could be used for other people who had been waiting.

You were set to meet someone for a date. It was your first date, and you had met the man through a dating website. After weeks of talking, you were set to meet, tonight. He said he’d meet you at the restaurant at 6:00, and you panicked because you had arrived at 6:05, but when you got there, he wasn’t there and nobody had checked in under his name.

You sent him a message, asking if he was running late and not even three minutes later, he replied saying he was and asked you to get a table, assuring you he’d be there soon. Soon was said at 6:09pm, and it was now almost 7.

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Come Here (Draco X Reader)

Type: SMUT

Warnings: Sexy, thigh riding Draco

Summary/Prompt: In which the reader is horny asf, but her boyfriend Draco is too busy with his paperwork to oblige with sex…

Word count: 562

Anon asked: I’m not sure if you do smut or not or if you’ve heard of thigh riding but I was wondering if you could do a Draco thigh ride imagine? If not it’s completely fine I understand! Xx

Hello lovely anon! You made my day, I had so much fun writing this one (my soul is damned to hell, I am aware). Enjoy!

Request here!

DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DESCRIPTIVE SMUT

“Draco?” you said, pushing open the door to his study, and pouting when you saw him hunched over your paperwork.

“I’m a little busy right now, Y/N.” he muttered distractedly, shuffling through some papers. “These reports have to be done by the end of the week.”

“Can’t you take an hour’s break?” you asked.

“No, baby.”

“But I need you Dray, my vibrator isn’t doing it for me. I want your cock.” you whined, making your way over to him.

He turned bit his lip as he cast his eyes over you, dressed in nothing but one of his old white shirts and panties, showcasing your legs and leaving your boobs to spill out over the top.

“As very tempting as the idea is, my darling, I’m too busy.” he sighed, turning back to his desk. “Maybe later.”

“But I’m horny Draco, you haven’t fucked me in a week.”

He spun around on his chair to face you again, studying every inch of your beauty. It only took a few seconds for the man to realise how badly you wanted him.

“Come here baby.” he said beckoning you over as he slid off his blazer and let it fall to the floor.

His shirt was tight, showing off his arms and his chest, and you couldn’t resist tuning your hands up it as you sat on his lap, hands traveling upwards until they were running through his hair, tugging slightly on the ends.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties and gently pulled them off, revealing your wetness which was spilling onto his designer suit, and you involuntarily bucked your pussy against the soft material, accidentally letting out a quiet moan.

“Does that feel good baby?” he breathed, lips trailing your neck.

“So good.” you gasped, grinding yourself down on his thigh.

His hands found your hips as he kissed up your neck, guiding you to rub yourself on his leg, the friction of the material against your most sensitive parts making you moan in desperation.

“Draco, fuck.” you groaned as he ripped the shirt down the middle, revealing your erect buds.

“Come on baby. Grind yourself for me.” he murmured, his voice husky and full of lust.

You threw your head back in bliss, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Dray, please touch me.” you panted desperately, bucking against his thigh.

He obliged almost immediately, one hand finding your clit and the other on your hip, guiding you along. His hand on your most sensitive part was beginning to make you see stars, and you groaned loudly.

“Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Draco growled.

“It feels like heaven.” you replied, your voice shaky. “You always make me feel so good.”

“Damn right.” he murmured, lips finding your neck as he kept rubbing you. “Come on doll, I feel you, come for me.”

You pressed yourself hard on his thigh, and suddenly shuddered, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Draco kept rubbing and you whimpered as you came down from your high, feeling oversensitive.

“Dray.” you whined softly and he pulled his hand away, pushing his fingers past your lips as you sucked on them.

“I made you come, seems only fair that you return the favour, love.” he smirked.

You grinned and slid off his thigh, sliding down until you were between his legs.

makeshift chemistry. (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut + College!Yoongi

Word Count: 6,740 

Description: Fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. That is until you meet Min Yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships.

Makeshift: to be temporary; sufficient for the time being

Originally posted by chan-lay

“What do you mean you don’t wanna see me anymore!?”

He was staring at you from across the table, a shocked look covering his face, like you’d just told him the world was going to end.

“It means I don’t want to see you anymore…” You say it as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, which leaves him baffled.

“How could you do this so suddenly like—”

You would let him finish, but honestly you knew where he was heading with this, and you just wanted to cut his dramatics short.

“Listen Minjae, we went out on one date, and hooked up right after, and if I’m being honest I never expected to see you again after that, but then out of nowhere you corner me while I was just trying to enjoy a simple cup of coffee before class, talking about how I haven’t answered your texts. This was just something to satisfy both of our needs, but I guess you wanted something more, and I’m sorry I didn’t know that.”

You stood up from your seat, watching his face morph into a look of pity. You grabbed your coffee, and stopped next to his chair, where you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I promise one day you’ll find someone who appreciates your sweet loving making techniques a lot more than I did.”

You give him a gentle squeeze before walking away, as you left him to soak in the backhanded compliment you’d just given him. His soft and sweet approach to having sex just didn’t do it for you, and even if it had, it was still always just going to be temporary; because that’s what all your relationships ever were.

A simple lust-filled fix, that’s all you ever wanted. There didn’t have to be strings, or commitment involved, not to say that you were opposed to that sort of thing, it’s just that no one’s ever been able to keep your interest for very long. It always started out nice sure, but then after the second or third time of being with the person you’re kind of just… over it. You knew how awful that sounded, but it was just how you were when it came to relationships.

It was all just makeshift chemistry in your mind.

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Waiting For You

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Wordcount: 3,565
Warnings: Language and allllll the smut
A/N: So after watching the American Assassin trailer, I, like many others, was shook to the core with all the shirtlessness, sexiness, perfectness, that Dylan brought to my little computer screen. All of that inspired me to do this little oneshot thing. I haven’t read the books so I don’t really know anything about his character, this was just my interpretation based kind of off what I’d seen in the trailer. Anywho, I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think!

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Chocolate Cake

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jin X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Request: a scenario where seokjin and the reader are high school sweethearts who were separated cause the reader left the country and they reunite after she moves back but seokjin is getting married

Originally posted by ksjknj

Finally you were able to look around and see a view that was so warm and familiar. The city you had grown up in had become bustling with new people, new coffee shops, but the same old feeling to it. Sitting on your bed, surrounded by the boxes in your room from moving, you stared out the window as you watched the people walk by. 

About 5 years ago, you moved away with your family, trying to remember things from back then. The faint memory of your old friends came to mind and though those friendships were no longer as strong as they used to be, the memories were only happy ones. School back then wasn’t perfect by any means but it wasn’t too bad, having some of the brightest memories. The more you sat there reminiscing, the more curious you had become, going over to your box of photobooks. As you picked the largest one up a photo fell out from the bottom and landed into your lap. 

The picture featured a taller, broad shouldered, brown-eyed, and handsome ex of yours standing in front of the bus stop you both stood at back then. Unlike any of your other relationships, he didn’t mind you taking a pictures of him, in fact you could remember him gloating about his photogenic self after you took this picture. Almost as though you could still hear his unique laughter ringing in your ears was enough to make you laugh lightly to yourself. It felt a bit weird to feel yourself start to feel warm and comfortable just by looking at a picture of someone you no longer talked to nor were in a relationship with but he was like your other half in high school. Jin always knew how to make you smile no matter what and no matter how lame he had to be to earn that smile. He was romantic when he wanted to be, setting aside his jokes you could remember him holding your hand for the first time at the same bus stop. You were so embarrassed back then because the bus had pulled up right aftewards for everyone to see but when you looked over to him you noticed how red his ears had gotten, knowing it must a took a lot for him to do it out of nowhere.

The first time he had kissed you was on a field trip to the planetarium and as romantic as that sounds he didn’t sneak you off to a dark room with the stars glowing on the ceiling. You remembered you were holding his arm by his side when one of your classmates said the two of you couldn’t be really dating if you hadn’t even kissed yet. In a provoked moment he turned to you, kissing you in front of the group of classmates you were with to prove his point. 

“Did I or did I not tell you she’s my girlfriend.” Jin boasted. 

You grew so embarrassed your head was already in his chest to hide but unlike him holding your hand he wasn’t embarrassed anymore, laughing at your shyness.

The worst part of everything was the same 5 years ago when you had to move away. You spent maybe a week just crying once a day whenever you thought about him or missed him. You couldn’t have asked him to wait for you because there was a huge possibility you weren’t going to ever move back. Jin was your first love and you couldn’t forget anything about him, still having lingering feelings as you stared down at the small picture in your hands. 

“I wonder what you’re up to Kim Seokjin…” You whispered to yourself, pulling your phone out of your pocket. 

It was the first time you tried searching him up on social media after unfriending him. Back then you didn’t want to see all the things he was doing without you but since it had been years you figured anything you would see couldn’t hurt anymore. The first one to pop up on instagram had a picture of him, surprising you with how much he had grown. Hesitantly, you followed him before looking through his pictures. The first one was a video of him playing the guitar as he occasionally looked over at the person sitting in front of him with a smile. It must have been something he had recently picked up, not remembering him playing before. When you clicked off of the video to view everything else you saw a notification that he followed you back, followed by an alert of an incoming DM. 

KSJ92 (Jin) :

   “Hi Y/N. It’s been awhile, huh?”

    “Are you doing well?”

You couldn’t stop staring at the message, reluctant to reply. At first you weren’t going to say anything at all but to your horror even you could see that you had read it, so he was definitely aware. With a deep breathe, you considered sending something risky but if you didn’t say it now it might be strange to tell him later. 

You:

     “Hey, I’m doing good. Sorry it’s been so long, I actually moved back here and was wondering if you wanna to meet up?”

There was a pause in his response after he had read the message, not typing right away. It was hard to tell if the 5 year gap made things awkward but there was not many other reasons he would instantly message you and not want to catch up. When the long two minutes passed he finally sent something in return;

KSJ92 (Jin):

    “Yeah sure, is today fine? I’m not sure which part of town you moved in but I know this cafe near me. They have your favorite cake too, if that’ll persuade you.”

You: 

   “What, really? That sounds great! Just send me the location and I’ll meet you there in like an hour.”

Setting your phone down,you immediately got up to change out of the sweatpants you had been wearing to unpack. You were nervous and excited at the same time mostly because it’s not like you didn’t know him but at the same time he could have changed a lot or not have remembered as much as you did about your relationship. It was hard not to wonder what he was thinking about meeting up again but then again, you never thought you’d get the chance to see him again after the way things ended. 

When you checked yourself in the mirror one last time, you grabbed your things and headed out to the place based off of the directions in your phone. Luckily for you, it was only about a 10 minute walk from you seeing as though you must live close to each other without realizing it. Come to think of it there were plenty of apartment complexes and cafes on your way there so living in the city seemed to have it’s perks.

As your hand reaches for the doorknob, someone else pushes it open next to you. 

“Wow, you almost look the exact same.” Jin gasped jokingly before sending a smile in your direction as he held the door open for you. 

You looked up at him, examining the differences about him. The first thing you noticed was his handsomely dyed light brown hair unlike the pictures of his Instagram, as well as his newly developed height and obviously toned body even through the button up he was wearing, neatly tucked in the front of his pants. If it was even possible, he was even more handsome than he was before looking so much more grown.

“…Jin? You look completely-”

“Handsome? I know, I dressed up for you today.” 

Not believing your ears you scoffed before giggling at his dumb remark, hitting his arm playfully as you entered the cafe. You walked over to a table by the window before sitting down, jin following behind you. 

“Do you want a coffee? I’m gonna go order for us and bring it over here.” Jin suggested.

“Yeah sure, but only if you remembered my usual.”

“Ah, it’s been 5 years but you thought I wouldn’t remember? Come on…I’m a lot better than you think.”

“Is that so?” You smiled, resting your hand on your cheek. 

“Of course. Just sit here and i’ll come back with everything.”

You nodded, watching him go up to the counter to place your order. Looking at him from a far made you really realize how much you missed him. Talking to him was still comfortable and though, he was a bit awkward before the two of you dated it completely faded after he asked you out.  

Noticing you staring over at him he flashed a smile to which you waved in return. As you waited you just kept playing on your phone until you saw a small, white plate being pushed onto the table in the middle, accompanied by a coffee sitting right next to it. The tray still in his hands as he placed his own drink down, you pick up a fork, taking a bite of the chocolate cake. Jin set it to the side, sitting across from you with his drink. 

“So, what brings you back here?” He asked.

“Well, things weren’t very comfortable when I left. I couldn’t adapt well to moving with my parents so I decided to get a job back here. I got hired after a few resumes and a video call interview and ta-da, here I am. I think Namjoon convinced me to move back here when I talked to him last time even though he doesn’t even live here anymore.”

“What’d he say?”

“If you don’t like it you can always move again but if you don’t do it at all, you’ll just be unhappy and wondering why you didn’t just give it a shot.” 

“Yeah, sounds like him.”Jin smiled, nodding.

“What about you? What’s new?” You asked curiously, leaning over the table. 

“Well I think you know the biggest news since I sent you an invitation-…oh wait, you never replied to it? Do you think you can make it?”

Your eyes brows furrowed in confusion, taking another bite of the cake. You covered your mouth to speak as you chewed. He seemed excited about whatever it was he was talking about. 

“Invitation? Invitation to what?”

“My wedding, Y/N. I guess when you moved it got lost in the mail or sent to your old address.”

Suddenly the cake felt much more dry, coughing at his words. Jin stood up from his chair in shock to see if you needed help but you shook your head, waving your hand to assure him you’re okay.

“Are you okay? 

“No, I’m fine. I had no idea…ha..wow, congratulations.”

His expression changed from being concerned to smiling again as he recalled his new fiancee. He pulled his phone out to show you a picture of her with the ring on her finger and you couldn’t even lie to yourself about how gorgeous and nice she looked. Your heart completely sank and any getting back together fantasy of yours had been crushed. 

“That’s amazing. She’s really lucky..” You said quietly. 

“Yeah, I know it seems weird to invite your ex to your wedding but we were best friends first and even if things didn’t end that well I thought it would be nice to see you again. When you added me I thought it would have been because of the wedding.”

“Ah, not really. I Just thought it would have been fun to see you again after so long. I found our old yearbooks and stuff when I was unpacking.”

“Well, do you think you can make it? I can always just mail you a new one-”

“W-well, I’m a bit busy. You know, new job and unpacking and everything but I’m happy for you guys.” It was hard to lie to his face but you tried to maintain the fake smile plastered on your face. 

You were so absorbed in your own head you didn’t even notice he never told you the date of the wedding so an excuse was a bit strange to say. At least he would get the hint as you just stared down at the chocolate cake in front of you that no longer felt as special. You truly wanted to be happy for him and maybe you would have if you didn’t build up this whole meet up in your head, thinking he might have been the best guy for you and possibly being that girl alongside of him at that wedding. 

“That’s fine, Yeah, no, I understand Y/N. It’s not that big of a deal.” Jin nervously laughed off the rejection. 

“Aside from the wedding there are a few other things that’s changed.” He chimed in. 

Pretending to listen, you looked over at him, nodding every few seconds he was talking. You knew this was it, you had missed your chance, and the only thing you could still think about was coming to terms with the fact the entire time he smiled at you or said something sweet to you he was someone else’s. The first guy you told you loved him now sat in front of you in love with someone else while you were still stuck in the past. You were just a past memory for him, no longer a future opportunity. And the more you kept thinking about it the harder it became to stop yourself from tearing up in front of everyone in this cafe. Your hands clutched the coffee cup a little tighter, knowing you should have expected this. There was no reason for him to stay single the way he was and finally you mustered up a real smile, unitentionally cutting him off.

“Thank you for giving me some of the best years in my life but I think for the sake of your fiancee, we shouldn’t meet anymore. I shouldn’t have added you as carelessly as I did and if I would have known I wouldn’t even have met with you today. I’m sorry…I really hope you guys are happy and I really mean that.” You let out, pulling a $10 from your purse to place it on the table before standing up and walking out the door. 

Jin ran up from behind you, standing in front of you so you would stop.

“Wait! I asked her if it was okay to meet with you today. She’s fine with us being friends-”

“But I’m not. That’s the problem. I still care about you way too much to go to something like your wedding and maybe us dating wasn’t a big deal to you like it was to me but I’m not over you.” You admitted, blushing as you avoided his eyes. 

“Y/N-”

“Stop, okay? I’m going home, thanks for trying though.” 

Just as you said, you turned around and left, except this time he didn’t chase after you. The new house you came back to no longer looked like a place of a new life, it just reminded you of everything you used to have. You laid on the couch, letting out the tears you had been holding in just to go into your phone and delete him off of your social media. It felt selfish and you couldn’t stop thinking about the disappointed face he made before you ran off.  Things seemed to never work out the way you expected them to. 

How Far I’ll Go

A/N: Thanks to @memento-scribet and @uncpanda for encouraging me to go rogue and write this one despite having other fics to write. I’m glad I did! 

Prompt: This one’s shamelessly based on ‘How Far I’ll Go’ and ‘Where You Are’ from Moana. The reader is Bruce’s half-Atlantean daughter who he keeps away from the ocean. The ocean has always called to her and she had no idea why until her father finally comes clean as to who she is. 

“I thought I’d find you up here.” Dick said startling. You let out a shriek and almost fell out of the tree branch you were sitting perched on but Dick reached out and stabilized you.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that asshole!” You cried punching your brother square in the chest. He flinched and rubbed the sore spot that you had just created.

Ow! It’s not my fault you were too in your own little world to hear me coming. I was calling your name for like five minutes before I spotted you.” He replied defensively. “What are you even doing up here anyway?” He asked.

“Just thinking.” You sighed and turned your gaze back out to what had your mind preoccupied. From high up in this tree you had the perfect little nook that gave you a clear view of Gotham City and the rivers surrounding the island that flowed into the wide blue ocean that expanded beyond the bay. You often stared at the sun’s blinding glint across the water’s surface and wondered what lay below it’s depths.  The line where the sky met the sea seemed to call out to you but you never knew how you could answer that call. You were absolutely mesmerized by the ocean but it was the one place that alway seemed to be kept just outside of your reach.

“Earth to [Y/N].” Dick called waving his hand in front of your eyes. “You disappeared again.”

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“Well anyway, Dad wants to talk to you. You should probably go inside.” Dick said before climbing down the tree. He stopped at the base of the tree and looked back up to you. “Are you coming?” He called up. You took one last glance towards the sparkling sea before descending from the tree.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t get your panties in a wad.”


“You wanted to see me Dad?” You asked, peeking your head into the study where he was working on some paperwork. Your dad glanced up and smiled proudly at you. He set his paperwork down and rounds the desk before putting his hands firmly on your shoulders and gazing directly in your eyes.

“[Y/N], you are my daughter and I would stop at nothing to keep you safe but I think it’s time you knew the truth about our family.” He said leading you towards the tall grandfather clock.

You’re heart sped up, absolutely sure that this would be the moment that your father finally opened up and talked about your mother. For as long as you could remember he would always avoid talking about her and when you asked he quickly changed the subject. You loved your father but you had an undeniable desire to know about the missing half of you.

Your father reached out and opened up glass protecting the clock face and moved the hands of the clock to a specific time. The old clock rung once before it swung open to reveal a dark passageway.

This was not what you were expecting.

Your father motioned for you to follow him down the passage and you apprehensively stepped into the dark corridor. When you reached the end of the corridor it opened up into a large cavern that was covered with platforms that held everything above the water below. You took in your surroundings noticing everything from the supercomputer to the cars and the giant T-Rex. In the corner you saw a row of display cases that held costumes that were emblazoned with a familiar bat insignia that often lit up the night sky above Gotham without fail each night. Your father is …

“Batman.” You whispered. “You’re Batman.” You stated. Your father nodded once and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“I should have told you sooner, I know. I wanted to keep you out of this world for as long as possible but I think it’s time you are allowed to make your own choices.” He said. “You and your siblings are Gotham’s future, [Y/N]. Your brothers have chosen to walk this path with me and if you decide that this is what you want I will gladly teach you everything I know.”

“You mean I would become …?” You trailed off not really sure what this meant for your future and what your father was offering.

“What you become is up to you. I won’t be around forever, I am just giving you the foundation to become the hero that this world will one day need.” Your father explained. Your heart swelled at the honor that was being shown to you. It was clear now that this was a rite of passage for your family, a rite that all your brothers had gone through. A swell of pride filled your chest to be trusted with the family’s greatest secret.

“I won’t let you down, Dad.” You promised.

“I know you won’t.”

Did she say yes yet?” You heard a voice whisper from a nearby corner.

I can’t hear if you keep talking dumbass.” Another voice retorted.  

Oh my god guys! Shut up! You’re going to get us caught.

“-Tt- Amateurs.” Damian sneered at the corner where your brothers were clearly hiding.

Your training started almost immediately after being brought into the fold. After everything settled down again you felt disappointed that you were trusted with this secret but yet your father still refused to tell you about your mother. It felt unfair to you.

Being the newest family member to join the effort you were often relegated to monitor duty. You didn’t mind it so much because you soon figured out that the Batcomputer had classified files on just about anything you could think of. On a particularly slow night your curiosity got the better of you and you typed in your own name into the database. The computer pulled up your file which had just about anything you could know about you (you had hoped it would have something that even you didn’t know). Your eyes scanned for anything that could possible do with where you came from.

Mother: [REDACTED]

The words stared down tauntingly at you from the bright monitor. Frustration and anger welled up inside of you. Why didn’t he trust you with this? What was your father hiding?

Before you could do any more digging on the subject matter you heard the Batmobile roaring into the entrance of the cave. You quickly closed out of the files you were looking at and attempted to calm your expression so that you didn’t look as enraged as you felt.

“Slow night?” You asked as your father stepped out of the Batmobile.

“It’s the calm before the storm.” He grumbled.

After discovering that your mother’s name had been redacted from your file you later tried to ask your father about your mother again. He gave you a hard frown, not saying anything on the matter except, “[Y/N], in time you’ll learn just as I did that you must find happiness right where you are. Whatever reason you have for pushing this, drop it. It will only bring you pain.” He then walked away, leaving it at that.

Your heart deflated at your father’s words and you resigned yourself to never finding out who you truly were.  You had a family and a role here so maybe it was time that accepted things for what they were. Your mother had never been in your life and if your father was so resistant to tell you anything there must have been a reason to shield you from her. She would never be in your life and it was time for you to accept that fact. But then why did it still feel like you would never feel complete without at least knowing who she was?


“[Y/N], I want to show you something.” Your father said almost a year into your training. You were well on your way to stepping into the role that your father saw for you and you were eager to prove your worth. In the time since you had been relegated to monitor duty you honed your skills and carved your place by your brother’s sides. You were easily finding your future by your family’s side but you still could help but to feel you didn’t quite belong as well as you should.

“What is it?” You asked curiously.

“You’ll see. Suit up and follow me.” He instructed. You quickly dawned your mask, changed into your uniform and followed your father to whatever he had in store for you.

As it would turn out, your father was taking you to a place that very few ever had the privilege to even see: The Watchtower. You were completely in awe of the place, it was everything you imagined it would be and more.

“Oh wow…” You breathed looking out the observatory window that overlooked Earth. You were astounded by the sight. The oceans were a deep sapphire with scattered swirling white clouds obscuring the view of the surface. The continents you once thought large and expansive now seemed like small islands isolated in a sea of blue and white.

“Amazing isn’t it?” Your father said, admiring the view right alongside you.

“It’s funny, I’ve seen this pictures of this view countless times but nothing beats seeing it with your own eyes.” You said, not able to take your eyes off the sight. Even from this far away the ocean still seemed to enrapture you.

“My thoughts exactly.” Your father chuckled. “Come on, there are some people I’d like for you to meet.” Your father said guiding you away from the window. You looked back over your shoulder to steal one last glance at the sight before you turned your head back and allowed yourself to be led into the Justice League’s meeting chambers.

Your father spent a while showing you around the Watchtower and introducing you to various people. They were all kind and friendly in greeting you. You were quite honestly starstruck in meeting a few of the heros that your father introduced you to but none had you more starstruck more than meeting Aquaman in the flesh.

“Hello. It’s good to meet you again after all these years. The last time I saw you you were just a little guppy.”  Aquaman greeted, extending his hand out to you. You took hold of his hand and eagerly shaked it.

“It’s such an honor to meet you, your highness! I think you are just amazing! What’s Atlantis like? Does the kingdom span across the whole ocean or is it just isolated cities? Oh! What are the cities like? I bet they’re just spectacular!” You said, talking a mile a minute. Aquaman chuckled at your excited line of questioning. Your father gave you a hard warning look which immediately resulting in the end of the questions you had wondered all your life.

“Sorry.” You apologized rubbing the back of your neck sheepishly.

“You’re curious, no shame in that.” Aquaman dismissed. Your father’s eyes narrowed at him. If Aquaman had been anyone else, your father’s hard glare would have reduced him to a puddle of fear. Aquaman looked at your father curiously. “You haven’t told her?”

“We should be going.” Your father said taking your arm and leading you out of the room. You looked back over your shoulder at Aquaman, you still had so many questions for him. Before your father could lead you out of the room, Wonder Woman stepped into his path.

“A word?” She requested. She looked at you briefly before clarifying “Alone?”

Your dad glanced at you hesitantly before nodding curtly. “Make this quick.” He said before disappearing with Wonder Woman. When your father was gone Aquaman reappeared by your side.

“Stubborn and prideful, as always.” He said shaking his head sadly.  “It’s not my place to tell you what he should have shared with you all along but just remember when the time comes you are your father’s daughter. Mind what he says but remember if a voice is calling out to you to follow where your heart leads, that voice is who you are.” Aquaman said, placing a hand on your shoulder. His words resonated deep in your heart but how could he possibly know what you had never dared to tell anyone before?

“I-I don’t understand.” You stuttered.

“You will in time, young guppy.” He offered, patting your shoulder gently. Your father returned from his meeting with Wonder Woman, Aquaman excused himself and your father quickly led you back home. When you got back to the cave, your father pushed off his cowl and sighed. He braced himself with both hands on the table and bowed his head.

“How much did he tell you?” He asked, his voice sounding defeated.

“Nothing! What’s going on? Everyone’s talking in riddles around me and honestly it’s pissing me off!” You cried in frustration. Your father didn’t answer you and turned to walk towards the Batcomputer. He pulled out the chair from the desk and collapsed into it with a sigh. He hung his head in his hands and rubbed his face.

“It was stupid of me to think I could keep this from your for forever.” He said, leaning back in the chair and sighing. “You aren’t from this world, [Y/N], not entirely. Your mother was Atlantean. When you were born she left you on my doorstep and went back to the sea without ever looking back. I’m sorry I thought I could protect you if I kept you in the dark.” Your father confessed.

So there it was. After all these years, there was your truth.

The truth wasn’t as satisfying as you thought it would be. To come to find out that the reason you didn’t have a mother was because she didn’t want you in the first place? It hurt. And to find out that you didn’t even belong in the world that you had grown up in made your heart ache. So much about you made sense now but you wished your truth was different, you wished you could feel more satisfied.

You tried to search for the words you wanted to say but came up empty. You wanted nothing more than to run as far as you could and just keep running so that’s what you did. You got on one of the motorcycles stored in the cave and raced to the only place that had ever provided you with solitude. You raced through the city until you finally came to a beach on the outskirts of the city that overlooked the ocean.

You walked along the rocky beach looking out towards the line where the sky meets the sea. The glint off the water and the crash of the waves against the shore calmed you. You took your shoes off and threw them to the side and stepped up to the water’s edge and let the cold sea water wash over your toes. You let your eyes slip close and just enjoyed the sounds of the water and the cries of the gulls.

You opened your eyes back open and looked longingly out to the water. Knowing what you knew now you wondered where your home truly was. Was it here with your family where you knew you would never quite belong or was it somewhere in the unfamiliar depths of the ocean that had always called out to you?

You had been standing at the edge of the water for as long as you could remember never knowing why the sea called out to you. Now you knew but if anything that only strengthened the draw. You wished you could be the perfect daughter, the human daughter, that your father hoped you would become. You desperately wanted to be the daughter he could trust would one day fill his shoes to protect the surface but doubt filled you. Would you always turn back to the water? Was that where you truly longed to be, even if you would be met with an empty ocean?

Everyone in your family had their role. They were happy with their role. So why couldn’t you find it within yourself to accept yours? Would you ever be satisfied in playing along when the voice inside you pulled you elsewhere?

“What’s wrong with me?” You sobbed dropping to your knees in the water. You dug your fingers into the sand below you as the water soaked through to your skin. Your tears flowed down your cheeks and dropped to mix with the salt water of the sea.

You were so confused. You had no idea what your place in this world was now.

Warm soothing arms wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you to a strong chest. You let out a sob and wrapped your arms tightly around your father, not ever wanting to let go. As you sobbed against him, he soothingly stroked your hair and rocked you.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered, his voice thick with painful emotion.

“Who am I?” You choked out. You father smiled sadly and  lifted your chin, pushing a lock of hair away from your face and behind your ear.

“Only you can answer that, [Y/N].” He said. He then pulled something out of his pocket and slipped it into your hand. You looked down at the object to see a wide gold bracelet that had intricate swirls and waves curling around it. At the top of the band was a silver shell imbedded in the gold. “This was your mother’s, it was all she left with you when she left you in my care.”

“It’s beautiful.” You admired, running your fingers along the gentle curves and turns of the design.

“You’re a part of both world’s, [Y/N]. As much as I always wanted to keep you safe here on the surface I understand if you feel the desire to go out there and find out who you are destined to be.” Your father said. “I was the same way when I was your age.” He smiled bittersweetly. Tears welled you up in your eyes and you constricted your arms around your father in a tight hug.

“If I go there’s no telling how far I’ll go.” You whispered into his chest.

“I know.” he replied. “Just …  promise me you’ll come back home when you figure out what it is that you want.” He requested, unshed tears glimmering in his own eyes.

“I promise Dad.” You swore tearfully.

“I will always be proud of you [Y/N]. I hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for.” He said gently cradling your cheek. You knew it must have been hard for him to give you up like this and it was equally hard for you to leave but your heart told you that you had to do this. You had to find what’s beyond that line that you have yet to cross.

One day soon, you’ll find out how far you’ll go.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

The scream of rage erupted from the Author’s throat as he reached out to the doorway where his latest ‘guests’ exited. The door itself shut with a hollow boom, and he heard the lock click into place .

Waves of excruciating agony ran through his body, the worst coming from his back where the bullet had struck him. There was no exit wound, and he knew the damn thing was somewhere still inside him; the Author was also aware of the growing pool of blood he lay in.

He took a ragged breath, snarling against the pain as he forced himself to his knees. An idea came to his mind, and he reached for his ever-present notebook and pen he kept on himself and wrote as fast as he could, speaking in a hoarse whisper.

“Shot, humiliated, and alone; the Author headed to a cabinet that would contain all the necessary medical supplies required to heal himself.”

His ‘gift’ had never failed him before, as long as his characters were willing to cooperate; and he was to the point of desperation. He arrived to the cabinet he spoke of and threw it open.

It was completely empty. The Author stared in disbelief; he closed the doors and reached for his pen.

“This time… When the Author turns around, there on the counter will be a cellphone… So he could at least call for f-further assistance.” He completed the action.

But there was nothing there.

The Author’s legs gave way from underneath him, and he collapsed against the cabinet, he could see his metal bat where he dropped it just beyond his feet. The static from the still running TV and the Author’s own harsh breathing was the only noise in the room.

You’re dying.

The unforgiving thought filled into the Author’s mind, and he felt fear in the truth of those simple words.

“No.” There was so much more he could offer to the world, future novels to be written, revenge to be planned out… The static noise increased in volume, and the Author was aware of a high pitched ringing that accompanied it, he assumed he was imagining it from all the pain. His vision flickered.

I can save you, if you want.

The Author froze in shock. There was no one else in the room, but the voice was as clear as though they spoke directly beside him.

“… W-why?”

The Author thought he felt the air of slight amusement around him, but the words spoken next held none.

I’ve been watching you for quite a while now; I respect the passion and effort for what you do. I myself admire quality work, and yours is too valuable to be wasted so soon.

Not when there is so much left to be done.

The Author tightened his grip on his wound as another wave of pain went through him. The voice was right. If he died all his efforts would be for naught, his ‘gift’ would be lost forev- but…  His ‘gift’. When he needed it most it didn’t-

I can give you anything! I will even assist you with your powers. We can help each other, you and I.

You just have to let me in.

For the first time the Author felt a spark of hope inside him. Yes… It was worth the risk. If- he faltered as his vision flickered worse than before, and his hand dropped to the ground from the wound.

Make your choice. Impatience was clear in the voice, and the Author knew he was running out of time.

He saw his notebook beside him on the floor, the frantic and almost illegible scribbles of his most recent entries on the open page. He reached, dragging it towards him, finding relief of having the well-worn book with him again.

The Author saw he left a smeared bloody hand print on the page. There was no time to find his pen; he used his still wet fingers, and whispered aloud:

“It… Is… Done.”

Thank you, Author.

Almost immediately the space in front of the Author shifted and distorted, a gray aura filled the air with black and white glitches disrupting the physical realm. The ringing became almost unbearable.

Suddenly, a solid figure of a man stood before the Author across the room. He slowly walked forward. The Author’s vision was fading fast, and he could barely make out any details of the man himself.

But as he walked underneath the single light bulb in the room, the Author’s last thought before he blacked out was why the man didn’t have a shadow.

….

The moment I thought about what happened directly after DiF 2, and reading ALL the recent theories that it was Dark who helped/ saved him (how could the Author survive a gunshot wound to his back alone?), I wanted to write this.

Too Much | PKJM

Park Jimin
How could he ever want such an intelligent, funny human being to shut up?
Word Count: 1719
Genre: Angsty Beginning // Fluffy Ending
Warnings: Explicit Language

I really should update my STORIES instead of writing scenarios yikes hhahahha

Originally posted by mochifairyjimin


Distance. He just needed some distance and that was something you were willing to give him. He was stressed and you were coming on too strong. Clingy. That’s what you were being. That was his exact word he yelled at you. The word that you feared you’d become when entering the relationship.

Jimin had a tendency to skip meals when he was practicing for a comeback. It was a particular Thursday night that you wanted to join him in the studio. You had gotten off of your night classes and thought about how he was practically starving. Double texting was normal; calling him once a day was a part of the routine. 

“I bought some food.” You hummed into the receiver. Jimin sighed heavily on the other end.

“You’re coming? Again? It’s like 11 PM.”

“Says the one still there.” You laughed, unaware of Jimin’s tone.

“Don’t come. I have stuff to do, you’re only going to distract me.” Jimin started up their new song again.

“I’ll be quiet. Love you.” The phone hung up before you could process. Hurrying up the steps of the studio, you entered unannounced. You set the food on the ground — a few of his nightly favorites. The music was so loud, you felt like your ears were going to explode.

Jimin eyed you through the mirror and you waved back, very happy to see your hardworking boyfriend. He rolled his eyes and walked over to turn off the music.

“I told you not to come.” He strutted over, sweat droplets dripping from strands of his hair.

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Best of Both Worlds

This is the second chapter of a Sam x Reader mini-series I Found You (Masterlist).

A fic for my A/B/O Bingo Card, the Heat/Rut square.  @spnabobingo

Summary: When he meets you at a bar after a weird hunt, Sam feels calm immediately.  Does that instant connection mean something deeper than just comfort?

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warnings: A/B/O dynamics, Alpha!Sam, Alpha!Dean, Omega!Reader, implied true mate, Sam in rut, unprotected sex, knotting, etc

word count: ~1100

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Lost, But Not Yet Found

A Dean x Reader / Angst

A/N: I have a habit of rewriting certain episodes in my head with a reader. This is how that played out. I didn’t know what to categorize it as. It’s not SUPER angsty, there is some fluff. But it deals with death so… sorry :/ I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,004

Other Characters: Sam, Jack

Warnings:
- language.
- talk of death.

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*since I plan on writing more, I will be making a new, updated tag list. if you want to be tagged in future fics, please let me know.

*gif is NOT mine.

He was sleeping for the first time in days. You watched his forehead crinkle with worry and grief, even in his dreams. Your arm was beginning to fall asleep from staying in the same position for so long, tucked under your head. You were afraid to move; afraid of Dean waking up when he had just finally fallen asleep.

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Im Yours | Part 4

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff
WARNINGS: Language, Eventual Violence, Lots of Smut Later on

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You woke up the next morning to the sound of things moving around in your kitchen. Panic instantly began to take over your chest as you racked your brain on who it could have been. Your mind traveled to the night before. Jaebum had tried to get you to stay, both with your job and with him. It was inappropriate though and as badly as you wanted to know what it felt like to have your body pressed against his in the heat of a passionate kiss, you just couldn’t do it. You had left like you had came, alone in the black SUV after telling Jaebum you were handing in your apron.

Your turned the corner and another sound came from the kitchen so you grabbed the first thing you could find, which in this case happened to be a meat mallet you had revived as a present and never moved to the kitchen. You spun it once in your hand before rounding the corner and swinging at the first body you saw. You came in contact with a stomach, a loud growl was let out of the body as it hunched over and then you realized who you had just hit.

“Oh my god Yugyeom!” You said dropping the mallet and kneeling down next to him. You looked up to see BamBam and Jackson laughing hysterically at the youngest who was now purple in the face from being winded. You got him to stand and propped him against the counter before lifting up his shirt to expose the large red rectangle that centered his abdomen.

“Shit I’m sorry, you guys scared me.” You said running your fingers over it.

“You sure do have a swing on you.” He tried to laugh.

You just gave him a sorry smile before making your way over to the freezer to get a pack of frozen corn for him to press onto his stomach. Once you got him to hold it you turned back to the others and crossed your arms, now trying to hide the fact you were braless under the over sized shirt you slept in.

“So we were sad to see you weren’t there this morning, are you sick?” Jackson asked reaching into the box of cereal he helped himself to.

“Oh, Jaebum didn’t tell you?” You asked hugging yourself tighter, the memory of his lips against yours surfacing once again.

“No?” Bambam answered, his eyebrows pressing together.

“I uh.. I quit.” You said quietly, all eyes barring down on you now.

“Why did you quit?” Yugyeom asked.

“It just wasn’t the right job for me.” You lied.

“Not the right job for you? But we’ve all got so close? I’m pretty sure it was you who said you’d rather be working for friends than anything else?” Jackson said slamming the box of cereal on the counter, making you jump slightly.

“That’s not the reason. You’re lying.” BamBam said pointing a finger.

“No, I-”

“Bullshit, y/n!” He yelled as Jackson and Yugyeom shot him warning looks to calm down.

“I don’t know what you-”

“Tell us the truth!” He said running hand through his red hair.

“Did something happen with Jaebum?” Jackson asked.

“I’m going to kill him if he hurt you.” BamBam said earning a smack on the head from Jackson.

You couldn’t focus on that though. Hearing his name made tingles run down your spine and the thought of him made your cheeks flush. They all noticed before it was too late and all rounded on you.

“What happened with Jaebum, y/n?” Jackson said with an amused grin.

“It’s nothing.” You said trying to avoid their eye contact.

“Did you and he… do it?” BamBam said, all anger gone.

“Oh no no…” you said biting your lip. “I had a little to much wine and kissed him.”

“On the mouth?” Yugyeom asked wide eyed, they all seemed to be more shocked at the news of kissing him than the two of you sleeping together.

“How else do you kiss someone?” You asked making BamBam chuckled loudly.

“Oh my god… I don’t know wether to be happy or worried!” He said turning towards Jackson. “That’s so great oh my god. Alright, go get dressed we should get going the guys are going to be hungry.” He said still laughing.

“No, BamBam…” You said causing them all to look at you again. “Im not going back. I can’t I’m mortified.”

“Y/n, listen.” BamBam said walking over and putting hands on either side of your arms. “You owe it to us to come back, we’ve all kinds started to see you as family. Plus, we’ll starve.” He said making you smile slightly.

“Im sorry B.” You said before backing out of the kitchen and going back to your room where you shut the door.

You listened intently for the front door to close, and when it did you sighed in relief. You knew you had just disappointed all of the boys and you wish there was a way for you to apologize face to face but there was no way you were going to go back to the house and you didn’t have any of their numbers to meet up else where. You felt like a coward, you weren’t afraid to admit it. But if your father knew you kissed your boss? Thats just a conversation you did not want to have to deal with.

‘Where’s y/n?’ Mark asked walking in last to the office everyone was sat in. 'I just went to go get food and no ones there.’ He said like it was new news.

BamBam just looked at Jaebum, half expecting him to tell everyone what happened but wasn’t surprised when he didnt. It would have been less awkward if he did just tell everyone. The way he changed the topic made everyone skeptical.

After you had left the night before Jaebum sat at the table for the next four hours, just thinking about you. He didn’t actually think you weren’t going to come back the next morning so when you didn’t show up, and then didn’t show up again when BamBam had gotten back his mood spiraled down. He couldn’t concentrate on the speech he was trying to scare into the men around him. He kept forgetting what he was saying every time he thought he heard one of your pans hitting itself below him and when the other boys spoke back all he could think about was your lips against his.

He finally had enough of the stares everyone was giving him so he waved his hand indicating that they needed to leave, and they did. But not before openly talking about going to see you.

'You’re the one who needs to go see her.’ BamBam said, still sitting with his feet on the large desk.

'What are you talking about.’ Jaebum spat, his face softening slightly when BamBam rose and eyebrow at him.

'She told me that she kissed you. Kiss you- your mouth.’ He said sternly, mainly so Jaebum knew he wasn’t going to turn this into a joke.

'Whats the big deal?’ Jaebum snapped again.

'The big deal is you don’t do that. You’ve never done that for as long as I’ve known you.

'You don’t know that for a fact.’ Jaebum said with a sharp chuckle.

'Really? Jaebum, I know you. We all know you. 'never let the women know you care’ your dad basically drilled that into all of us.’

Jaebum just stood there, knowing perfectly well that BamBam was right. That he never let his lips touch another. It was a sign of power loss, a gateway into the heart and he wasn’t ever going to put his power at risk.

'You need to go to her. Like today before she really leaves us.’ BamBam added standing up. He threw Jaebum a worried smirk before starting to walk out of the room.

'Bam?’

'Yeah, boss?’

'I can’t bring her into all of this.’ Jaebum said sitting harshly in his chair before rubbing his face.

'Then don’t? We’ve kept her out of his this long. I would just be conscious that it will eventually find her. She’s a tough girl though.’ BamBam said with a soft smile now as Jaebum nodded.

'You’ve always been one of the smarter ones. Despite you being an actual psychopath.’ He said making BamBam chuckle before leaving the room

It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours since you last seen the boys and you already missed them like crazy. Especially BamBam. You found yourself laughing at things on the tv and immediately think about which boy you were going to tell that too, but only to get sad when you realized it probably wouldn’t happen.

You felt terrible by the time dinner rolled around. You hadn’t changed out of your large shirt or sleeping shorts and you were pretty sure the hair tie that held your hair in a messy bun was now apart of you hair. You decided it wasn’t worth cooking tonight, it would just make you miss the boys even more. You groaned loudly, it was stupid that you felt that way. You barley knew them there was no reason for you to pout. Still, takeout sounded a lot better than your own food.

You were just about to press call on the number you saved for lazy evenings and drunk nights when there was a quick two knocks on your front door. You looked at the phone before tossing it to the couch and stumbling sleepily over to the front door. You swung the door open almost a little to hard and froze. In all his glory was the one person you had been actively trying not to think about. Your heart fluttered as a light laugh followed by a blush touched his face as he took in your attire.

'Jaebum…’ You said biting on your lip nervously before realizing how rude you were being.

'Um, come in.’ You said stepping to the side.

You slowly closed the door and held the handle for a good few seconds before taking a deep breath and turning back to Jaebum. He was already facing you, a nervous smile set on his lips as he tried to figure out what to say to you.

“The boys were all sad you didn’t come today.” He said, internally kicking himself.

“Yeah, um… BamBam, Jackson and Yugyeom stopped by this morning.”

“Gyeom has a nasty bruise thanks to you.” He said making you chuckle lightly. “Look, y/n… Im sorry about last night. Kissing you was unprofessional and I shouldn’t have done it.” He said with sad eyes.

“Im the one who kissed you.” You said biting you lip again, the thought of his lips against yours making every nerve in your body stand at attention. “I don’t think I’m sorry about it though.” You added.

His smile faltered but was soon replaced by an even bigger one. He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it, all he wanted to do was kiss you.

“I was just about to order in. Would you like to join me?” You asked biting your lip, not quite sure what it was you were doing, only knowing you’d kick yourself for not doing it.

“I would love to.” He said shrugging out of his jacket and placing it over the nearest chair. “But only if you agree to come back tomorrow.

It was like being with a friend. You sat together poking around at the food you had ordered until it grew cold, laughing at the comments each of you made. He didn’t mind watching the show that had been rerunning all day, in fact he found the whole TV mafia crime plot very amusing, and your comments made it even better and he found himself thinking 'If you only knew.’ quite a bit.

"Okay but how stupid is this guy, like yeah let me just go check on my wear house stashed full of drugs because I think someone might break in with no gun and no back up like please.” You said shaking your head as you placed the empty plate on the coffee table by his feet and brought your knees to your chest.

“So stupid.” He laughed shaking his head.

“Right! This show makes me so mad its so unrealistic.” You laughed, looking over to see him smile.

You felt your cheeks flush with his stare as he looked at you with a soft smile. You took your hand and pushed on his shoulder, trying to turn the attention back to the show you were watching, but the feeling of him still looking at you made it hard to focus. You turned back to him and the two of you laughed. You couldn’t stop looking at his lips, but didn’t want to make another first move, so instead you settled with resting your head on his shoulder and pulling the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch over your cold legs. You looked back to the Tv and felt him soften as his hand reached out for yours.

Your mind raced so fast that you could hardly focus on the fight scene that was happening in front of you. You tried so hard not to  look at him again, but the feeling of his thumb stroking the side of your hand made it hard. You gave in, trying as discreetly as you could to raise your eyes to see as much of his face as you could. You blushed, he was already looking at you. You brought your head back to see him more clearly, everything about him from this distance was so different. He was so much softer, his lips were so much pinker and his eyes held this shine to them that made your cheeks tingle.

“I’d like to ask you something.” He said softly shifting slightly so he was half facing you, his arm finding its way around the back of the couch. “If I were to ask you to dinner, just the two of us what would you say?”

“Are you asking me on a date?” You said biting your lip as you smiled, your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. You watched as he laughed and looked a way for a second, the tops of his cheeks turning slightly pink.

“Yes. Yes, I am asking you out on a date.”

“And a date where I don’t have to cook!” You said making him laugh now.

“No, you don’t have to cook.”

“I’d love to.” You said softly while giving his hand a light squeeze.

“Can I kiss you now?” Jaebum asked biting at the corner of his mouth.

You didn’t even respond, you just let him lean over to you, one hand resting against your hip while the other still laid across the back of the couch. The moment his lips found yours you melted. It felt so natural to be kissing him with the way your hands slipped so easily around his neck and how soft the ends of his hair was against the tips of your fingers. He pushed into the kiss till you were laying on your back. He hovered above you, your mouths moving in sync as one of his hand traveled up to your hot cheek. You wrapped one arm around his supporting arm, smiling softly at the muscle that bulged from his position.

“Why are you smiling?” He asked breaking away from you slightly. You didn’t respond, just squeezed his arms and giggled again before pulling him back down to kiss you. This time he was smiling into the kiss, leaving soft small pecks all over your mouth and face until you were smiling too.

“Stop you’re so weird.” You giggled hitting his chest lightly. He laughed softly and looked at you before kissing you one more time, this time it was more serious. It wasn’t a short kiss but it wasn’t a complicated one. It was just perfect.

When he pulled away he pulled you up with him and gently helped you crawl until your head was resting on his chest and both of your attentions were turned back towards the tv. You breathed in taking in the sweet scent of his skin, you’re eyes starting to feel heavy.

“You know this could technically be out first date.” You said. He wrapped his arms around your back as he chuckled, the vibration in his chest making you bite your lip.

“I guess we did have dinner and a movie. Even if the movie totally sucked.” He said, mocking your words.

You chuckled again and blinked slowly. The two of you fell quiet, his hand rubbed your back softly as your eyelids started to get heavy. You yawned softly and his arms tightened around your again, encouraging you to fall asleep, and you did. You fell asleep to the sound of his breathing and the soft beat of his heart as he held onto you like his life depended on it. The moment you relaxed into sleep he smiled. He never realized how much he needed you to be there laying across him, your hand softly grabbing to his shirt in  your sleep. He wanted to close his eyes, sleep was so close to him but there was something about how soft and cute you looked that made it hard to close his eyes. He prayed you would stay that way. That you would continue to bring him this new feeling of giddiness and comfort.

That he wouldn’t ruin you.

Meet and Greet

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request(s): May I please ask if you can do a Yoongi x reader where you got front row tickets to their concert and he just stares at you the whole time?//  y/n meets yoongi in a fan meet n’ greet and like instead of being all hyper and nervous and all that y/n is like rlly calm and gives off this calming gentle aura, bc y/n doesnt want to hold their hand or isnt all up in his face screaming and all and it intrigues yoongi and he gives her his number and later they meet just to talk and get to know each other

Originally posted by sugagifs

The lights dimmed down in the large room filled with fans just to amp up the excitement in your chest. The room was quiet but only for seconds when the background music started playing and everyone screamed. The seven boys you had been waiting to see in person were now finally stepping out in front of your eyes. They did their greetings before starting, waving, and smiling at the fans in the audience. Yoongi catches your eye when you notice his glance directed over to you. You wave at him, smiling. To which he bites his lower lip, embarrassed, waving back at you. As the songs start coming out he continues to go near your side of the stage. Around the time they did the song, “Miss Right” he sat down on the stage. At first he was looking around in the crowd, doing his part, but near the end he continued it facing you. You smiled over at him until Jimin came over to mess with him. They laughed and moved to the other side.  All the continuous interactions made you only focus on him, forgetting you were there for all of them. After the concert you had began to file out with everyone else but someone approached you.

“I was asked to bring this to you but please don’t tell other fans. It could cause trouble..” The staff member told you

You look down at the fan meet pass, confused. “Oh but I didn’t-“

“It’s from the members. Please consider it a gift.” She told you before moving her way out of the crowd.

You start walking over to the line for the quick fan meet. You couldn’t help but wonder why they would personally hand them out until you came to the conclusion they must have been handing them out to random fans. You felt happy thinking you weren’t as lucky when it came to the stuff usually and it was a nice surprise. It’s your turn and you walk over, kneeling down in front of the table. Jimin smiles at you.

“I noticed you in the crowd earlier.” He says, signing the poster on the table.

“Really or do you say that to everyone?” you joked, laughing.

He laughed. “No, you were down in the front when I came over to Suga.”

“Hmm. I guess you really did see me then.”

Jimin extends his hands, putting his elbows down on the table to hold your hands but Yoongi cleared his throat.

“Can you keep the line moving?” He said, sitting next to Jimin.

You wave goodbye to Jimin, sliding over to him. He signs your poster fast so he could have time to talk to you.

“Thank you for coming.”

You both look back at each other as he shows off his famous smile.

“I really love your guy’s hard work and music. It wasn’t easy to get tickets though. Those things sell out in seconds.”

Yoongi reaches for your hands on the table that you kept politely in your lap so you lift them up for him.

“How about we fix that problem, then?”

You give him a confused look.

“I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

He flips over the back of the poster, writing as small as he could, to put his phone number down on it. You were honestly stuck in shock.

“Really?”

“Yeah…really. It’d be nice to see you cheering us on again. On and off stage. So whenever we come down here maybe we could meet up.” He told you, whispering the last part up to your ear.

Hoseok nudges him.

“You’re gonna cause a scene..”

Yoongi rolled his eyes and then turned his attention back to you.

“I guess this means I have to let you go…but this won’t be the last time I see you, right?”

You shook your head, giving him a bright smile.

“I’d love to see you again.”

mirrorfalls  asked:

What are your opinions on Batman?

Oh man - THIS IS MY FAVOURITE QUESTION EVER!!!

OK, so Batman is a silver-spoon multimillionaire who is understandably a tad obsessed with tackling crime.  He has enormous talents and skills and seemingly-limitless resources to work with here.

So does he consult with leading criminologists to examine, identify, and eliminate the leading causes of crime?  

No he doesn’t.

Does he make massive donations to mental health programs to ensure that anyone with mental health issues receives the help & treatment they need before the problem leads to criminality?  

Nope.

Does he try to address wealth inequality in Gotham by championing living wages and tax reforms, knowing that a more equal distribution of wealth will likely lead to less crime? 

Nuh-uh.

Does he in fact stop to consider that his oblivious flaunting of his enormous inherited wealth at nearly every opportunity might actually be contributing to Gotham’s relentless crime wave?

Oh hell no! 

Does he fund access to abortion services for women, knowing that access to abortion creates a significant drop in crime rates about two decades later? 

Not even.

Instead, he spends countless dollars and untold hours of his time making fancy gadgets and training so he can run around the streets in a costume, hurting “bad guys.”  Unsurprisingly, this never seems to make Gotham’s crime rate go down or make Gotham much of a safer place - there’s always a new super-villain taking the place of the super-villain Batman just locked up.  Or a super-villain getting out of prison and going back to their old ways.  This is because Batman is not addressing the root causes of crime; he’s only addressing the effects and probably only ensuring more crime later, as criminals get out of prison and are prevented from accessing the legit job market by their criminal records.

Nowhere is this more apparent than in the conclusion of Christopher Nolan’s Batman trilogy, The Dark Knight Rises.  The Batman in this film is absolutely on the side of the tiny elite of super-wealthy, uniformly-white individuals that run Gotham City.  Which only makes sense, since he is one of them.  

The villain in the film is a sort of one-man, well-armed Occupy! movement whose stated goal with his “crime spree” is to take Gotham “…from the corrupt and the oppressors of generations who’ve kept you down with myths of opportunity and we give it back to you, the people.”  In fact, Bane’s first heist is to attack the stock exchange.  When a responding high-ranking cop says “It’s not their money, it’s everybody’s” that Bane’s actions threaten, a black uniform cop responds with “really?  My money is in my mattress.”   In Gotham, like in America, stocks are for wealthy elites; the unwashed rabble in the city who actually do the work that gives those stocks value don’t have money to spare to buy stocks.

Again and again in the movie, Bane proclaims that he’s taking back control of Gotham from the uber-rich and giving it back to the people.  He challenges the corrupt power structure of Gotham and threatens to deliver actual democracy to the hands of the people themselves.  It’s basically the French Revolution but with cooler masks and gadgets.

To accomplish this, Bane has to take care of the armed guards of the wealthy elite - Gotham’s cops.  Luckily for him, they are as hapless as the Keystone Cops and are easily outsmarted by pretty much anyone in the movie.  I mean, they actually send all of the cops into a tunnel, allowing Bane to trap pretty much the entire police force?  Really, Commissioner Gordon?  

After that, we see Bane live up to his promise that “the powerful will be ripped from their decadent nests and cast out into the cold world that we know and endure.  Courts will be convened.  Spoils will be enjoyed.  Blood will be shed.  The police will survive as they learn to serve true justice.  This great city, it will endure.  Gotham will survive.“

And so we see the horrified wealthy elite of Gotham stripped of their baubles by the unwashed masses & put before a court probably as legitimate as the previous one for crimes such as “living off the blood and sweat of people less powerful” than they.  Of course, we only see events from the perspective of the super-rich; never from the perspective of blue-collar and poor people.  Sort of the opposite of, say, The Hunger Games.

So how does Batman respond to all of this?  

Instead of throwing his lot in with the revolution taking place, he sides with the po-po (who are most unwilling to “learn to serve true justice” as Bane puts it) and helps them in their scheme to overthrow this new order and to restore the wealthy elites back into power!  This culminates in a huge battle of Batman + cops vs. Bane + Bane’s followers - who are by now mostly ordinarily citizens of Gotham.   Batman tells Bane, “I came back to stop you.”  But really he’s come back to restore the system of wealth inequality and kleptocracy that has kept Gotham in a never-ending series of crime waves and despair.

Batman’s contempt for regular, non-rich people is underscored when he’s beating Bane near the end of the movie and demanding the location of the bomb’s trigger.  “I know you’d never give it to an ordinary citizen!“ he declares. Batman’s incapable of imagining that “ordinary citizens” can or should hold any power or control over their lives.

So yeah.  Batman = a super-hero for the 1%.  I’ll take a working-class striver like Spiderman or an illegal alien & refugee like Superman over that spoiled asshat any day.