his flying shoes

beneficial (m)

word count: 13780

a/n: this literally took weeks to write and plan, and i’m so happy with the way it came out :)

|| You’ve been friends for as long as you can remember. So you guess it has its perks.

> Friends with Benefits! Jungkook


Originally posted by donewithjeon

New environments were never a comforting thought for a young child. Y/FN Y/LN was no exception. Having moved into a new suburban home close to her kindergarten, Y/N didn’t have many friends to begin – if any at all. The world seemed too big for her tiny mind. Five years of living and Y/N was still as shy as they come.

The first day of kindergarten arrived, and Y/N wanted to show off her new glitter shoes – the ones that glow and sparkle in the sunlight when she’d walk. Of course, she was way too shy to ever ask her classmates what they thought, and to her, it was almost as if they never cared. Swinging her feet as she sat in her chair, listening to the teacher introduce herself, Y/N bowed her head, shamefully staring at the shoes she thought would bring her friends.

A tiny, chubby cheeked boy with straight black hair turned his attention towards Leg-Swinger, her pretty hair put up in pigtails as her shiny shoes rocked back and forth. His straight and stern face was tough for a fellow five-year-old, his eyes staring at the little girl across the room intently. Diverting his attention back to the teacher, the little dark-haired boy began to swing his feet.

Mrs. Park had finally released the tiny children, sending them off to the playground. The sun beamed down as Y/N sat on the edge of the sand box, her tiny legs burying her shoes and hiding the glitter. It was embarrassing – all the other little girls had regular pink Barbie shoes and the boys had their trucks and racecars. Y/N had glitter.

“I like your shoes, lady.” A tiny, squeaky voice piped up from behind Y/N, making her tiny body shake and whirl around. Her eyes landed on a timid boy, his hands wringing the hem of his shirt as his hard gaze met her surprised face.

“Y-you do?” Y/N questioned, pink rushing to her cheeks. A reassuring and forceful hum rumbled his throat as he nodded vigorously. His black hair bounced as he nodded.

“I’m Jungkookie,” the little boy nervously pointed, “Who are you, lady?”

Y/N’s nose crinkled as she crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not lady, Jungkookie.”

“Then who are you?”


“Y/N,” Jungkook swallowed, “You’re pretty.” He blurted out before running away, the dirt flying from his shoes as he ran.

“Wait!” Y/N called out, watching him disappear into the playground slides. Turning back to face the shoes buried in sand, Y/N’s legs slowly pulled out, letting the sand fall off from the glitter.

Someone actually likes her shoes.

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Baby Blues.

Originally posted by chimneytaels

Baby Jungkook

Y/N - Mother

Jimin - Father

Request -

Based on your last piece trust issues can you do an angst about when y/n found out she was pregnant and she was worried about jimin’s reaction?

Summary - You had felt sick for the past 2 weeks, in panic you bought a pregnancy test, you find out that its positive but you’re worried about Jimins reaction towards the surprise.

credit to @minjinbiased for giving me the title name ^-^

“Jimin be quiet..” You whispered, a small moan escaping your lips as Jimin started to speed up, a breathless chuckle coming from him. You pressed your hands against his chest as he pushed himself in and out of you, your foreheads pressed together as you both kissed passionately, the small pecks turning into a hot mess.

You squirmed as you started to reach your climax, clawing at his back you moaned his name against his lips as you orgasmed, your juices spilled out of you, along with a series of whines and groans.

Jimin bit his lip as started to slow down, his seed spilling inside of you, filling you up.

You gasped at the feeling of his juices inside of you, you grinned, pressing a finger to his lips. “Sh..” You raised an eyebrow, lifting your head to kiss him once more.

He rolled his eyes, rolling off you and laying beside you, his arm automatically wrapping around your waist.

“Y/N..?” Jimins voice croaked out, breaking the ‘after sex’ silence.

“Mhm..” You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, tiredly.

“You know I love you right?” He kissed the top of your head, sighing happily at the sight he saw beside him.

You, your naked body arched in your usual sleeping position, the way your fingers curled and un-curled as you started to drift off. Your mouth slightly open as you inhaled and exhaled the air.

He smiled, you looked blissful, beautiful. You closed your eyes, nodding. Jimin laughed quietly, shaking his head as he closed his eyes too, drifting away into a new dream.

                                                        2 Weeks

“JUNGKOOK.” You shouted from the kitchen, staring wide eyed at the pile of flour and peanut butter that wallpapered the floor. You heard the steady, cautious steps of your son, his head poked through the door frame, afraid to walk in just yet.

His eyes widened as he saw what you pointing at, holding his hands up, jungkook shook his head, “Wasn’t me.”

“Yah! What have I told you about lying?” You raised an eyebrow, grabbing a towel from the side to clean up the mess.

Jungkook stayed silent, looking down at his converse, a pout forming on his face. You frowned, pulling him in to a hug.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you, but you shouldn’t just leave it. Tell me and i’ll fix it.” You smiled up at him, swiping away the salty water that poured out of his eyes with your thumb before kissing his forehead, shooing him away as you cleaned up the rest of his commotion.

“Y/N?” Jimins voice called out for you, you smiled, wringing out the towel before walking to the bedroom where he stood, his lower half wrapped in a creme towel.

“Yes?” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his waist, kissing his jawline softly.

His breath hitched at the sudden contact, “Are you sure you’ll be okay? You’ve been rushing to the bathroom for a whole week.” Jimins concerned voice made you pout, you looked up at him, a soft smile replacing the pout.

“If i can handle two males, who both act like 3 year olds 24/7, i’m sure i can handle a little sickness bug..”

But it wasn’t a sickness bug, and you knew that.

“I’ll call on you, and if Jungkook is any trouble, just call me and i’ll get someone to look after him for a couple of hours.” Your husband sighed, at how he couldn’t look after you for just a day.

“Theres no need for that, now, get dressed or i’ll tear that towel off you…” you purred, your hand sliding down his front, palming his member. He groaned, you chuckled, kissing him on the cheek before walking back to the kitchen.

“Yah! Jagi, why are you such a tease!” Jimin shouted, his voice laced with desperation and disappointment.

You grinned, pouring the milk into Jungkooks cereal, placing the plastic spoon into the bowl before bringing it to him in the living room. He thanked you, immediately slurping at the milk.

Jimin ran through the hall and into the living room where you and Jungkook sat, He kissed his sons forehead, grabbing his spoon and eating the cereal on it. Jungkook whined, before grabbing the spoon off him, annoyed at his fathers selfishness.

Jimin moved to you, his lips pressing against your forehead before moving to your lips, you kissed back, the taste of apple chapstick lay on his lips.

“And who are you trying to impress with that chap stick you have on?” You raise an eyebrow, locking eyes with him.

“Only the most important woman in the world of course.” He grinned, giving you one last kiss before rushing out of the door shouting his usual goodbyes.

This was your routine now. Every Day. Every Single Day. You weren’t complaining, but you were starting to miss those days where Jimin and you used to cuddle up on the sofa, making love while cliché horror movies played in the background.

But now you had a child, only 2 years into your relationship. Your mother had once said, “The longer you stay pure, the longer you’ll be youthful..”
Well that didn’t last long.

Jungkook giggled at T.V screen, pointing at a ‘Furry, red monster with no teeth.’ You grinned, shaking your head at your sons playful attitude.

You decided to leave college when you found out you were pregnant with Jungkook, you were studying psychology, Jimin studying the same. You missed those days too, where Jimin would sit beside you in your classes and tell you the most basic way of writing an answer or explain what you didn’t understand.

You felt your stomach churn. Jungkook whipped his head sidewards to look at you, you took steady breaths, smiling at him as if everything was okay.

But it wasn’t.

You stood up, rushing to the bathroom, where you fell to your knees, your hands gripping the sides of the toilet as last nights meal poured out of your mouth.

This had been happening for a couple of weeks now, and Jimin started to notice how you would wake up earlier than normal, and rush to the bathroom.

You had told him it was a sickness bug, that you were just feeling queasy due to it being winter.

You lied.

Looking to your side, you opened the drawer, pulling out a pregnancy test, the box was made of cardboard, an image of a pink stick with a electric screen, showing a negative and a positive sign.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you sat on the toilet pulling the test out of the box. It was plastic and felt lightweight in your hand. You took a deep breath, doing your business on the sponge end of the stick.

“Eomma? Is everything okay?” Jungkook voice seemed wary, full of curiosity as to why you ran out of the living room.

“Yes, everything is fine..” You shouted, reassuring your son that nothing was wrong, that you weren’t sat on the toilet peeing on a stick to see if a human was growing inside of you.

You heard nothing, implying that Jungkook thought you were fine.
Pulling the stick from underneath you, you placed the cap on and put it to the side, waiting impatiently as you washed your hands, staring down at the pregnancy test.

It had been 5 minutes and the screen was still loading on the stick, your anxiety was getting to you.

You clasped and unclasped your hands, it had been 5 minutes and nothing no sign had come up. You picked it up, shaking it slightly to see if it would miraculously worked.

You set it back down, from the corner of your eye, you saw the screen switch.


Your hands covered your mouth as you picked the stick back up, You were shocked, happy, scared. a variety of emotions spilled out of your eyes as you stared at the stick, your eyes focusing and unfocusing. You were going to have another baby.

What about Jimin? How would he react? What if he didn’t want another child?
What if he didn’t love you anymore.

You wept silently, placing the stick back down on the counter. You were happy, so happy that you were having another baby, you were excited to be going through the same experience you had with Jungkook.

You were ecstatic.

But you were scared, the fact that you might have to go through this alone because Jimin might not be able to handle another child scared you. It made you upset. It made you think, think of made up clips of your husband leaving your home, an angry look plastered on his face.

You didn’t know how to not think of it. The anticipation of Jimins reaction to a new baby made you worry.

You stood up, looking into the mirror, you looked a mess, the mascara that once lay delicately on your eyelashes dribbled down your cheeks in wet streaks. The rouge lipstick that covered your lips smothered around your mouth from wiping it so many times.

Turning the tap on you cupped your hands, they filled with the clear liquid, you splashed it onto your face, grasping a towel from your side and rubbing every inch of mess off.

After a couple of minutes of vigorously rubbing your face, most of the makeup had forced itself onto the once clean towel.

Throwing it into the washing basket, you looked into the mirror once again. You still looked like a trainwreck, walking out of the bathroom you walked back into the living room, cuddling up to the oblivious soon-to-be big brother.

The keys rattled in lock as Jimin unlocked it, his shoes flying to the shoe rack seconds after he stepped through the door. The sound of Jungkook’s small feet padding against the carpet as he charged towards his father his arm, Jimin’s smile broadened as his arms opened, embracing his son.

Jungkook moved away, grinning up at him.

You stood at the doorway, watching your husband and son, you smiled, Jungkook was no longer having trust issues with Jimin which was amazing to see, every day Jungkook would rush to the door to greet his father, his cute bunny smile widening by the second.

Jimin let go of jungkook, leaving him to run back into his bedroom. You raised an eyebrow at your partner, tapping your lips. He rolled his eyes, pressing the plump, pink skin against yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. You kissed back, practically melting into his arms.

“I’ve missed you.” He mumbled inbetween the kiss, you let out a giggle.

“Its been 8 hours, calm down gorgeous.” You smirked, pressing your hands against his chest you pushed him off, walking into your bedroom. Jimin followed you, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked through the door, you threw one of his comfy shirts at him, along with some black joggers.

“How was work?” You asked, sitting on the bed, opening up the book that lay on your bedside table.

“Same old, same old.” He shrugged, walking into the bathroom.

Your eyes skimmed over the words, “Jungkooks been golde-”

“Y/N, what’s this?” Jimin walked out of the bathroom, his hand wrapped around a pink stick.

You couldn’t read him, his face wasn’t blank yet it wasn’t emotional. The book slipped out of your hands as your mouth hung open.

You fucking idiot

“I-I-Jimin..” You stuttered, lost for words.

“Are you pregnant?” He whispered, sitting beside you, the pregnancy test still clenched in his hand.

You nodded, your vision blurring as tears started to slide down your cheeks. Jimin wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. You sniffled, leaving a mark on the light grey shirt.

“Please don’t leave..I don’t want you to leave…Please Jimin…” You wailed, scrunching up his shirt with your fists. Not letting go.

“Baby its okay..” He said in his usual calm tone, he kissed the top of your head, stroking your hair softly, “I’m happy.”

“Wait, what…?” You lifted your head up, confused at his reaction, you had imagined him lashing out, but he was acting like his normal self.

“I said I’m happy.” He chuckled, holding out the pregnancy test like it was a piece of lost treasure her had found, “You have my child growing inside of you, why wouldn’t I be happy?”

He started to kiss your face, collecting the salty liquid that surfaced on your skin. You laughed, laying back as he kissed you passionately, he placed the stick onto the bedside table delicately.

“Are you sure?” You whisper looking up at your lover, those brown orbs piercing through you, they pierced through you lovingly, filled with compassion and happiness.

“If I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t have not wore a condom on purpose.”



anonymous asked:

do you know if there are any associations between dionysus and medusa? i got it into my head that there was but i think that had something to do with gorgoneions or something 🤔

(Floor mosaics featuring Dionysos and Medusa from Ephesus, Turkey. Source.)

Here are a few quotes of the Dionysiaca, pulled from Theoi.com alongside the details of the above mosaics (Tumblr keeps flipping them around for no good reason…):

“[Hera urges King Perseus to make war on Dionysos when the god arrives in the kingdom of Argos :] ‘Make war on the Satyroi too: turn towards battling Lyaios the deadly eye of snakehair Medousa, and let me see a new Polydektes made stone …  Kill the array of bull-horned Satyroi , change with the Gorgon’s eye the human countenances of the Bassarides into like images selfmade; with the beauty of the stone copies adorn your streets, and make statues like an artist for the Inakhian  market-places.’ . . .

Perseus of the sickle was champion of the Argives; he fitted his feet into the flying shoes, and he lifted up the head of Medousa which no eyes may see.  But Iobakkhos  marshalled his women with flowing locks, and Satyroi with horns. Wild for battle he was when he saw the winged champion coursing through the air. The thyrsos was held up in his hand, and to defend his face he carried a diamond, the gem made stone in the showers of Zeus which protects against the stony glare of Medousa, that the baleful light of that destroying face may do him no harm.”
- Nonnus, Dionysiaca (47. 478.)

“Persus shook in his hand the deadly face of Medousa , and turned armed Ariadne into stone. Bakkhos was even more furious when he saw his bride all stone…”
- Nonnus, Dionysiaca (47. 665)

(Apotropaic amulet featuring the Gorgoneion on one side, with Hekate Triformis on the obverse.)

And now a strange, weird, source that came to mind:

“Unlike Medusa, Dionysos is a male god. But as in her case, there is something strange about his sex. In his opening speech, Dionysos, masquerading as a barbarian introducing the new Dionysiac cult in Greece, says that he has assumed a human shape, ‘the nature of a man’ (andros physin, 54). Yet Pentheus, the unrelenting king of Thebes, in his attempt to outlaw the foreign cult and deny Doinysos the status of a god, describes the disconcerting strange as 'effiminate’, or literally having 'the form ofa woman’ (thelymorphon, 353). So Dionysos’s sexual identity is somehow indeterminate. The same goes for his appearance. In the first choral song, his followers say he is the 'bull-horned god’ that Zeus 'crowned with crowns of snakes’ . Later, the bewitched Pentheus chains a bull, believing that the animal is the stranger. Even later, when under the spell of Dionysos, he tells the wine-god that it appears to him that the latter has become a bull . So it is not clear what Dionsysos looks like. In a piece of choral lyric, his followers ask him to 'appear as a bull or as a many-headed snake to see or as a fiery [fire-breathing] lion’. In her commentary, Jeanne Roux points out that the many-headed snake (or dragon) is the Hydra, the monster sporting many heads that was finally killed by Herakles, and the fire-breathing lion is the Chimaira, the mythic mixed being that was part lion, part snake, part goat. So Dionysos’s own Meanads say that he can appear in many different forms, in shapes that are themselves 'contradictory’ in the sense that they are not found in one and the same natural beast – indeed that appear to contradict each other in a monstrous fashion.

Thus the indeterminate Dionysos may epitomize those mythological beings whose shapes are so bewilderingly indeterminate. In this context, we cannot explore the interplay of double images that evolve in the play; suffice it to say that Euripides lets Dionysos turn his enemy into a powerless mirror image of himself, and that it should be noted that the chorus says that Pentheus must be the offspring 'from some lioness or of the Libyan Gorgons’. So the enemy of Dionysos may be the child of that most indeterminate of monsters, Medusa. Not only in appearance but also the nature of Dionysos is somehow unknown. When asked what Dionysos looks like, the disguised god says that he was 'whatever he wanted’. Dionysos is, in that sense, unknowable. He is the god 'most terrible’, and yet 'mildest’ to man. Man and woman, terrible and lenient, god and monster: Dionysos transcends those categories. Indeed, the unknowable nature of Dionysos is emphasised by several recurring phrases such as 'whoever he is.'”
- Johan Tralau, Leviatan, The Beast of Myth. (In Patricia Springborg’s The Cambridge Companion to Hobbes’s Leviathan. P. 71 – 72. About halfway through, I stopped transcribing his citations of the Greek. See the volume for full transcription.)

( Mosaic with Head of Medusa, Roman, AD 115–150. Found in Rome, Italy, 1910. Stone tesserae, 530 × 450 cm. Museo Nazionale Romano—Palazzo Massimo alle Terme. Source.)

“In Roman art, however, Medusa was humanized and more clearly female; at times she was even depicted in the form of a beautiful woman. During the Roman period, the image of the Gorgon often served a primarily decorative function in interior decoration, appearing, for example, on domestic utensils and wall paintings, but it continued to be regarded as a protective symbol. Representations of Medusa were often accompanied by imagery related to the god of wine, Dionysos, whose worship invoked pleasure and good fortune. The kantharoi found in the corners of the Getty mosaic are closely associated with the revelries of Dionysos. A Roman mosaic from Kisamos, on Crete, similarly depicts the central bust of Medusa surrounded by panels of masks and followers of Dionysos. An explicit connection appears in a late second-century AD mosaic pavement from a Roman villa at Corinth, which features the head of Dionysos at the center of the same pattern found on the Getty mosaic and a guilloche border with kantharoi in the corners.”
(Same source as the image above.)

anonymous asked:

could you write a silly fic of kirgri tieing makotos shoes spike said that she did

A/N I want source for this fact please :)

If the Shoe Doesn’t Fit - Naegiri

Naegi’s right shoe had the habit of getting loose.

“Dammit!” Naegi swore as he tripped yet againe because his right shoe was loose.

And again, his shoe went flying.

“Arrgh! Why won’t you stay on?!” He shouted angrily at the air.

“Maybe if you learned how to properly tie the laces then it would fit appropriately.” A voice chided him from behind.

When he turned around, he saw Kirigiri with a smirk on her face and his missing right shoe in her hand.

“I swear I’ve been doing it right.” He crossly defended himself.

“The evidences states otherwise.” She smartly refuted as she then crouched down in front of him while holding his shoe expectantly. “Here. Let me help you.”

The scene portrayed by them appeared to be picked off a page from a fairy tale book. Kirigiri looked like a prince charming fitting the princess’ shoe. And yes, Naegi was the princess in this not so surprising role reversal.

“I can do this myself you know.” He mumbled in embarrassment.

“My, how capable of you.” She remarked sarcastically as she proceeded to tie his shoelaces.

He groaned. “Must you do this every single time?”

She shrugged. “Well I wouldn’t be doing this if someone tied them properly in the first place.”

“Hey! At least I’m trying!” He blushed harder as he admitted in a softer and embarrased voice, “It’s surprisingly harder than it looks.”

She snorted. “Ah, yes. Tying shoelaces. Such a high hurdle for the common citizen indeed.”

“I could do without the sarcasm.” He huffed at her.

“But then it wouldn’t be as fun.” She teased him even more.

Naegi’s right shoe had the habit of getting loose. It’s a good thing that Kirigiri’s always there to tie his shoelaces for him.

Topp Dogg playing football

 P-Goon: the captain, when getting water accidentally sprays the coach and not himself, demands they do a mandatory group hug before playing.

B-Joo: stops playing to give his team mates a round of applause, screams woaw every time he is passed the ball.

Yano: puts his shirt on backwards because he thinks it looks cool until he’s caught and forced to put it on correctly, gets a foul for trying to do karate on the field and accidentally hitting another player.

Jenissi: the goalie: always does over the top jumps to prove how cool he is, once let a ball hit the net because he was distracted by some dandelions.

A-Tom: just stands there and let the ball roll past him if he’s tired, is scolded a lot but still does the opposite of what told because he knows what he’s doing.

Hojoon: goes to all extremes to keep the ball under his team’s control, tickles his team mates on random occasions

Xero: pours water all over his head later regrets it bc he feels “soggy”, accidentally makes a goal and is confused on why everyone is running towards him.

Sangdo: is actually thinking about food the whole time, shoots the most goals but denies he does because he doesn’t want to be “mean”.

Hansol: doesn’t run after the ball he skips after the ball, keeps asking when the game is going to end.

Nakta: screams inside everytime a player from the different team steals the ball, doesn’t tie his shoes correctly so every once in a while you see his shoe fly in the air.

I have to go on my 2nd bowling field trip of the month tomorrow

Today during the 4th grade talent show a kid was flailing with impassioned preciseness and his song of choice blurted out with pristine clarity ‘bitches and hoes’ and time stopped and there we all sat suspended together in that profane purgatory, parents surrounding us and I gave out a high pitched chuckle stained with insanity, like a helium enforced trumpet. The track abruptly halted and we all sat with our heads bowed…contemplating how we would ever overcome this sin, as kindergarteners applauded around us

Last week I passed a group of 1st graders reading a passage. They chimed in eerie synchronicity “we want the meat”. Things are warping into a black comedy lord of the flies and I accidentally hip checked a child so hard today his shoe went flying as he sprawled out. My body was like a car crash. That’s not even a dusty crap licked line from a poem. I literally impacted a young human so violently that their footwear loosened and was hurled through the air like blunt force confetti. I truly despise bowling. But I’m gonna do my best to knock em out. Knock em dead. I wish I was dead. Woooo bowling!! Pew pew gutterball!

When The Devil’s At Play// Mark Tuan (Part 1)

Originally posted by jordragon

Pairing: Mark x Reader

Genre:  Supernatural

Summary: You weren’t supposed to be here anymore, you were supposed to be long gone, but for some reason you had gained an extra ten days on this earth and you weren’t going to waste them.

Author’s Note: This series is based of the Voltage game Ten Days With My Devil.  The prologue will follow almost the same patterns as the prologue in the game did, but with a few major changes, and after the prologue the story line will go off on its own. I hope you enjoy!

xoxo Sara

Prologue||Part 1||Part 2||Part 3||Part 4||Part 5||Part 6||Part 7||Part 8||

Part 9||Part 10||Part 11||Part 12||Part 13||Part 14||Finale

You looked at the seven boys who stood in front of you, all heads turned to you as they all waited for the answer. You struggled to find the words to say, unsure of how the boys would take your reasoning. They could all decide that it’s fine, or they could all decide it’s useless and then execute you right there.

“So? Spit it out,” Jackson said, his voice low and angry as his eyes continued to burn holes into your skull. He was clearly displeased with Jaebum’s decision to let you live yet another ten days, but he didn’t want to go against the leaders wishes and take you out right there.

“My sister,” you said softly, your heart breaking as you your mind retraced old memories, “We had fought since we were little girls over something stupid, and we just completely stopped talking after that. This year after we reconnected, she told me she was having a baby… He’s due in ten days, and this would be my first nephew. I want to see him before I die.”

Youngjae nodded at you, petting Coco’s head softly as the others exchanged glances between each other.

“So you just want to meet your nephew? That’s it?” Jackson spat back. Jinyoung held his arm over Jackson’s chest, looking at him with a stern face. “Jackson, calm down.”

“It’s important to her, Jackson, leave her alone.” Mark said softly, shrugging his shoulders as he walked over to Jaebum. “There’s one problem with your plan, though.”

“Oh yeah?” Jaebum challenged, “and what is that?” Jaebum crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at Mark. Mark pointed to where your apartment would be, murmuring, “we kind of blew up her apartment.”

Jaebum bit his lip, his eyes tracing over the remnants of what was once your nice and beautiful apartment. “Not only that,” Mark continued, “ but the only clothes that she has are on her back.”

“She can borrow some of Bambam’s,” Jaebum stated, making Bambam’s head snap up quickly, “They look to be the same size.”

“I’m not sharing my clothes with her!” Bambam chirped, “That’s unfair.”

“It would be better for her to wear our clothes anyway,” Jinyoung chimed in, “The Angels can sniff out humans like dogs. If she wears something of ours, it may mask the smell.”

“I don’t feel too good about this,” Yugyeom sighed wearily, “I mean, i’m all for keeping her. Whatever. But I don’t want to be terminated.”

Terminated? you thought to yourself, what could that mean?

“It means,” Jaebum stated, looking down at you, “That we would also die if we got caught smuggling you between realms. Which is why,” Jaebum paused, looking at all of the boys behind him, “She’ll be staying at our house in the Human Realm. No trips to the Demon Realm to, ‘show her something really cool,’“ he said, putting air-quotes around some of his words, immediately pointing to Jackson as he finished his statement, “I’m talking to you, Jackson.”

Your mind raced. Did you say that out loud? You took a long glance at Jaebum, tracing over his tall and broad figure, before Jackson began to speak.

“I would ne-“

“You would,” Jinyoung mumbled, “Because you already have. No doubt you would do it again.”

“Enough arguing,” Youngjae hummed, keeping the peace as he walked over to you, “She can borrow some of my clothes if it’s that big of a problem. She can stay in my room too, for all I care. Just, shut up, okay? It’s getting late and i’m tired.”

“I guess Youngjae’s right,” Jaebum sighed, waving his hand as he began walking, “Let’s go.”

As you followed all of the boys closely behind, you assessed all of them; Jackson made it clear, he did not like your existence, and it made you uncomfortable. Jinyoung didn’t seem to mind it, but that was most likely because Jaebum hadn’t seem to mind it either. Yugyeom didn’t seem very happy about it, and it seemed Bambam could care less as long as you weren’t wearing his clothes. Youngjae seemed like the only safe one to stick around with, as Mark hadn’t said much the whole time that you were all stood in the parking-lot. You didn’t know where his head sat, and it scared you.

You followed them all to what seemed to be a secluded area, the small road blocked off with gates. It seemed to be a nice area, though it was dimly lit in the nights darkness. Jaebum had led you all to a small house, guarded by yet another gate. You looked up at the house, in awe of how beautiful and modern it looked. The lights inside were on,you could easily see inside through the windows, and it looked cozy.

Jaebum unlocked the gates, taking a slight glance back at you before murmuring, “Make yourself at home.”

You were scared. You were scared of the small neighborhood, you were scared and confused as to how their house could look so normal, as seven demons and a dog lived in it. You were scared of staying there for the next ten days with those boys.

“Hey,” Youngjae whispered to you as everyone filed inside of the gate, placing a hand on your shoulder, startling you with his sudden interaction. He looked at you intently, biting his lip as Coco whined softly. The air seemed to shift when Youngjae stood next to you. It seemed more… light.

“I know they all seem scary, but they’re all really nice on the inside. Jacksons just angry because it was his turn to do the paperwork and now he’s done it for nothing, but he’ll calm down. If you don’t feel comfortable, just talk to me, okay?”

Feeling relief wash over you, you smiled at Youngjae. Having an ally in a house full of demons, all of them ready and willing to execute you in mere seconds, really meant a lot to you. He smiled back at you, gesturing for you to walk in front of him as he held the gate open.

“I’m hungry,” you heard Bambam groan as you entered the house, watching as Bambam flopped onto the couch, his shoes flying in different directions. 

“You’re always hungry, Bambam,” Jinyoung stated as he entered the kitchen, Yugyeom following him suit as he groaned as well.

“I’m also hungry. Watching Jaebum and Mark prepare (Y/N)’s food made me hungry.”

They didn’t poison my food, did they? you thought to yourself as Youngjae led you to a couch, making you sit down next to him as you both sat across from Jaebum.

“No, we didn’t poison your food,” Jaebum said, laying his head on the arm of the couch as he stretched out like Bambam had done moments before. Startled, you jumped back on the couch a little, which in turn startled Youngjae.

“(Y/N)! What’s wrong??”

“N-nothing!” you said , raising your hands up in defense as your eyes wandered to Jaebum. How could he have known what you were thinking?

Can….you hear me, Jaebum? you thought to yourself, unsure if your idea of asking yourself mentally would prove useful or not. You didn’t turn your head to face him, knowing you’d see him staring at you if you did.

Yes, and you can hear me, you heard clearly in Jaebum’s voice, that’s how Telepathy works. But don’t scream, okay? I have a headache.

You bit your lip, breathing out shakily as you looked at Coco, the small and innocent looking dog instantly calming you as she jumped out of Youngjae’s arms and went into your lap.

“Coco seems to like you!” Youngjae chirped happily, caressing the small dogs fur as a door slammed shut.

“That was probably Jackson-hyung,” Bambam sighed, “Doesn’t Mark-hyung know he doesn’t like to be bothered when he’s angry?”

“But you know how he is,” Jaebum sighed, resting his forearm over his eyes to protect them from the lights shining down on them, “He likes to fix everything.”

“Some things can’t be fixed,” Yugyeom stated as he came into the livingroom, shoving Bambam’s legs from off of the couch to make room for himself. Bambam groaned, sitting up and hitting Yugyeoms shoulder as Yugyeom sat, sticking his tongue out at Bambam as Bambam rolled his eyes.

“Tell Mark-Hyung that.”

“Tell me what?” Mark asked, descending down the stairs of the small house as he stood against the wall at the bottom of them. You looked at him slowly, eyes tracing over is figure; he seemed very fit, in your eyes. He was wearing a tank-top, his hands pressed under his arms as he kept them crossed over his chest, allowing you to see his muscles. You looked away slowly, feeling your cheeks flush. He reminded you of Jinwoo.

Jaebum chuckled softly, grabbing your attention as he looked at you. Youngjae’s hand landed on your arm slowly, a small smile rising to his face as it did. “You’re already starting to get used to us and like us, aren’t you?”

“That’s a sudden accusation to make,” you mumbled, stroking Coco’s fur slowly as Yugyeom and Bambam looked at you. You held your head in your hands, closing your eyes as you sighed. “Is there any possibility that I could find a place to rest?”

“You want to sleep?” Bambam asked, “It’s your last couple of days on earth. Why would you want to sleep?”

“Now Bambam,” Youngjae hushed, taking Coco off of your lap as he stood slowly, “That’s not nice. If she wants to sleep, let her sleep.” Youngjae smiled at you softly, tilting his head over to where Mark was standing, “Come on, we have a spare bedroom. I’ll show you to it.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled, standing slowly as you looked at all of the boys in front of you, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, toastie,” Bambam hummed as he waved you off, making you look down at the ground as you passed Mark and followed Youngjae up the stairs. When you passed Mark, a different feeling filled you. Like with Youngjae, the air around him seemed much lighter. You were confused as to why it only felt this way with these two, but in this world that you were now subjected to, you learned to think that nothing was impossible.

“Hey,” Youngjae said as he turned the hallway light on, “Don’t let Bambam make you sad, okay? Whenever Jackson-hyung is angry at someone, he is too. It’s nothing personal, I promise.”

“How’d you know that I was sad?” You asked, following Youngjae as he led you down the narrow hallway to a small door at the very end. He pushed it open and turned on the light, humming to himself as you both stepped in.

You took in the scenery; The room was small, but it was very light. The walls were white, the desk in the corner of the room was a light colored wood, and the bedsheets were nicely made. It seemed very calm in here, and the bed look insanely comfortable. But maybe that was just because you were so insanely tired.

“I have the ability to read emotions,” Youngjae said simply. You looked at him slowly, raising an eyebrow at him as you slowly sat down on the bed. “What do you mean, ‘read emotions?’”

“Well, it wasn’t hard for me to read you,” Youngjae mumbled as he closed the door, “You just looked really upset when Bambam said those things to you. But I can feel your emotions radiating off of you, and if I touch you, I can get a clear reading of how you’re feeling. Which is why I could tell that you were already starting to take a liking to one of us,” Youngjae smiled, bumping your shoulder softly as he sat next to you on the bed, “You felt incredibly warm, and it wasn’t a bad type of warm. It was more comforting than anything.”

“You have powers?” You asked, head turning to face him as you widened your eyes. You were a firm believer of the supernatural; and now having to dorm with seven demons was clear proof that there is obviously something beyond life. But you have never thought of the ability for anyone, or anything in this case, to have powers.

“No, I only have one,” He said softly, “and so do all of the rest of the boys. That’s why we work so well together, I guess.”

“Does Jaebum have the power to read minds?” You asked quickly, although you already knew the answer. You were silently hoping that you were wrong, though, and that your mind was just playing tricks on you before.

“Yes! More like ‘telepathy’, though. It’s weird to explain, but he can hear your thoughts, and he can make you hear his if he wanted to. He has the most control over his power, which is why he’s our leader. How did you know?”

“I kept thinking questions outside, and each time I thought of one, he kind of just.. answered it. It was scary,” you admitted.

“Yeah,” Youngjae laughed, “You got to get used to it, I guess. There isn’t anything in this house that Jaebum doesn’t know about. It’s hard to block your mind from him, he can almost penetrate any wall you try and put up, but a couple of us have been able to block away his attempts. Yugyeom is especially good at it. No one can read him, not even Jaebum.”

You rubbed your temples as Youngjae talked. It seemed like it could be a dream, and you tried to forcibly wake yourself up from it, but you couldn’t, and it scared you.

“I know… this must be a lot to take in, but bare with me, okay? Not all of us are so mean. We are Devil’s, but none of us like what we do. We were all kind of forced into it.”

You looked up at Youngjae slowly, raising your eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“There’s a lot you need to learn about us, (Y/N). Trust me, it’s better if you learn it over time,” Youngjae patted your head slowly. But I don’t have much time.

Youngjae smiled at you, slowly sitting up from the bed as he walked over to the door. 

“I’ll leave you with this. Not all of us are who we say we are.”

pls imagine a highschool au where dave is lanky but sweet and nerdy as FUCK and hes got hte dokis for karkat and when they finally get together dave just like fkn lingers around him, always cruising past on his heelys and stopping for quick lil kisses like all the time and leaning on karkats locker and just gets so fkn distracted lwatching karkat approach his locker one day he leans back against it and his heels shift back onto the wheels and his shoes fly out from under him and he busts his ass and turns ten shades of red bc he knocked te lockers rlly loud on the way down and hes got his longass legs all in peoples way and hes scrambling to get up but the wheels are shooting out from under him and hes just a flustered disaster rip

anonymous asked:

4 murphy and reader

“Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

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You’d have thought being the daughter of the former Chancellor Kane, you’d have been treated with some kind of respect, you mean, it worked for Clarke. Maybe Clarke just struck people as a more authoritative figure.  Maybe it struck people that you weren’t worth it. Your father didn’t have much time for you so neither did the people.  Like, he tried to apologise to you about your arrest but to be quite frank, you didn’t want to hear it.  Being arrested and sent down to Earth to die had been one of the best things that’d ever happened to you, you’d had friends for starters.  And now you’d disappointed your father further by having a self confessed murderer as a boyfriend. 

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But zayns style is so fly his jeans are fly his jackets fly his shoes are ficking 🔥🔥🔥🔥 every time he makes an appearance we get a small private fashion show and Im so here for this

hyrules-warrior  asked:

I love your stories so much! Congrats on all the new followers! You deserve it!! If you are still taking prompt ideas I would love to see other people noticing how close Greg and Wirt have become after the Unknown. Like maybe their parents or people at school. They just notice that all the sudden Wirt no longer seems to mind Greg tagging along with him and even seems to encourage it along with being much more patient and affectionate. They are joined at the hip old lady Daniels now jokes

((Thank you for your patience with this hyrules-warrior! (also I just realized that your blog is called The Tarpit, you wouldn’t happen to be Tarrpit on AO3 as well, would you?) Anyway, I had fun writing this from different perspectives and I hope you enjoy it! In my story-verse, these take place in between the first part of “Hey, Wirt?” and “Wishful Thinking.”))

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“Greg! Come on, honey, I needed to leave ten minutes ago!” Amy called for her youngest son as she rifled through her purse. Where were her keys?

She went back to double check the kitchen, then spied them on the counter by the fruit bowl. She snatched them up and hefted her purse over her shoulder. Hopefully her hair looked alright. She didn’t have time to check the mirror, especially if she needed to use force to get her son to skedaddle.

“Gregory, I mean it, let’s go!” she shouted down the hall at his closed door.

A door opened in response, but Amy found herself blinking as it wasn’t the door she expected. Her older son peered out at her from his room, his brow arched questioningly. She shrugged helplessly, but gave him an apologetic smile before fixing her sternest expression and marched right up to Greg’s room.

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Late Night Walks.

It was one of those days where you wanted nothing more than to just lie in bed, cook in your underwear and cuddle. Harry had been so busy with promo for the new album that all the time you had together was full of rushed kisses and forced goodbyes. It was Saturday afternoon when harry told you that you had an event to go to that night.

“Harrrry do we have to go?” you whined while giving him the puppy dog eyes.

He smirked at you and reached to push your hair out of your face “Babe its Nick’s birthday, of course we have to go.”

You huffed and your shoulders fell. “But this was our night! We were supposed to watch stupid movies and eat lots of pizza and cuddle!”

“You know I want nothing more than that but he is one of my best mates, I can’t just bail. Plus I need a hot date so you have to go with me.” He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a light peck on the forehead. “Now go get ready, Liam and Sophia will be here soon to pick us up.”

You jokingly stomped up the stairs to start getting ready; you heard Harry laughing at you as you walked.


It had been a long night. You and Sophia stuck together throughout the night taking a few shots and just talking about girl things. Harry was out on the dance floor throwing some crazy shapes and Liam was just showing off. You stayed at the party for a few hours before Harry finally agreed to leave. You were both exhausted and ready to crawl into bed. When you went outside of the club you looked for Liam and Sophia’s car but it was already out of sight.

“Are you serious?” Harry let out with an exasperated sigh.

“I told you we should have left earlier.” You bumped his shoulder with yours. “Looks like we’re walking, hope you’re wearing comfortable shoes!” You winked at him and he grabbed your hand while grinning at you.

The moon was shining down on the both of you highlighting his dark curls. You studied his face and noticed his tired eyes and peach fuzz. You could tell he needed a break from everything. It must have been so hard to walk in his shoes, flying to different countries all the time, tour after tour. You couldn’t imagine how he did it all the time. You joined him for a few shows and just those exhausted you. You decided he needed something spontaneous, just a little break from reality.

“My love, do you mind if we take a small detour?” You asked getting a sudden idea.

He looked at you with curiosity shining in his green eyes. “Sure babe, whatever you like.”

You smiled and began walking in the direction of your destination that wasn’t too far from your apartment.  You passed a few little shops that were closed at this hour and a pub that was teeming with people. A few drunk stragglers stumbled by you and Harry held on just a little bit tighter. You walked a few more blocks and finally found the place you were looking for.

“The park?” Harry asked confused.

“Yes the park!” You smiled while running towards the swings.

He stood there contemplating things for a moment and then ran after you.

You looked over at him “I bet I can swing higher than you.” You said confidently.

“No way in hell.” He shot back.

You started to pump your legs faster and faster until you felt the wind blowing in your hair. You looked over at Harry and noticed he was going just as high if not a tad higher.

“I told you!” He said.

“No I’m definitely going higher!” You taunted him.

“No way!” He said frustrated. You started to chuckle and he caught on to what you were doing. He smiled at you and began to slow down.

Both of your swings came to a slow back and forth rhythm. You were looking off at the large tree’s that encompassed the park. Nature was something that always had a special place in your heart. You could spend hours outside looking at trees and flowers and not even realize it. You finally looked over at Harry and your heart skipped a beat. He was looking at you with the most loving expression on his face. His eyes just focused completely on you.

“What?” you asked.

He shook his head out of his daze and smiled at you. “Nothing my love.”

You sat in silence for a few seconds.


“Yes darling?” he replied.

“I love you. A lot.”

His eyes softened “I love you to babe. A lot.” He leaned in towards you and gave you a sweet and loving kiss.

You sat there for a few more seconds and then got up quickly. “Race you to the slide!” You shouted while grinning.

Harry got up and began running after you complaining that you got a head start.

It was moments like these that you loved, that you lived for. The times where you could just be yourselves. Just him and just you.

Let me know what you guys think! This is the first imagine I’ve ever written so i’m truly sorry if it’s awful! Hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless! :)

effie214  asked:

Oliver/Felicity, shared hotel rooms.

Title: She’s Giving Me A Wake Up Call
Category: Arrow
Word Count: 1100
Rating: T
A/N: Thanks to effie214 for this prompt (which is one of my very favorite tropes/scenarios) and itsalwaysfour for helping me figure out how to make it work for these two idiots. Title found in Kenny Chesney’s Live A Little.
Summary: He should wake her, he really should.
Read: AO3 or here

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