how you dare look so innocent


YOI Future!Verse ABO AU, Visual Headcanon Web Charts #01

So I always wanted to make one of these. Turns out my headcanons for the most part are WAY too wordy for these things and uh, they’re a bit of a mess >.>;; BUT I hope nonetheless that they’re somewhat fun to read even if barely legible, it was fun to make ^ ^;

1. Super basic relationship chart of the core members of the lovely poly family in this AU.

2. “Adults Think,” the color of each adult indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

3. “Kids Think,” the color of each OC kid indicates their feelings towards the person to whom the arrow is pointing.

There’s obviously a lot more to it than what could be crammed in the lil text boxes, but a gist and pretty much the first things that immediately popped into my mind regarding their interactions. 2 and 3 also mostly show their thoughts while the kids are younger, which will change a bit as they grow up, to be covered in a future post.

*Recommended you right click view image to see full size bc the text is tiny oops

Because the text is so illegible, text only versions of charts 2 and 3 beneath cut, all elaborated quite a bit because I’m so rambly oops:


IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and they have OC kids.

BASICS of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.


Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.




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Fatphobes are so ugly

You don’t know a fat person’s health by just looking at them. Just like how you don’t know a thin person’s health by looking at them. You are not my doctor.

Even if a fat person is unhealthy so fucking what? It’s none of your business. Fat people don’t owe you an apology for existing.

Amazing how if a fat person refuses to only eat salads or dares to eat in public, you think you have the right to harass them. As if the world revolves around you. You never give thin people shit for eating unhealthy foods, so why bother an innocent fat person? Oh right, you don’t see us as people.

As far as eating healthy goes, you don’t know by looking at someone if they have a food allergy. Or have food sensitivities or other food issues like my sensory issues. You also don’t know how accessible or affordable healthy foods are for them. Or if they have the time and spoons required to cook healthy foods. Are you going to buy healthy groceries and cook healthy foods for a fat person? No? Then shut the fuck up and let us buy and eat what we want.

If a fat person wants to work out, you ridicule them. If a fat person doesn’t want to work out or can’t, you ridicule them. So how the fuck are we supposed to exercise if we get shit for going to the gym? You can’t claim you want us to exercise and then mock us when we do.

A person’s worth is not dependent on their clothing sizes or weight. Do us all a favor and super glue your computer and lips shut.

-Mod Egg

Get Off My Girl

Word count: 1,400 exactly

Warning: smut, very dirty smut, lap dance

Pairing: Cas x Reader (very slight Dean x Reader and even tinier amount of Sam x Reader)

Summary/Request: No request, just my idea J

Cas, your boyfriend, allows you to play truth or dare with the boys (with a few rules) but when Dean gets too arrogant he shows them who you belong to.

Originally posted by godshipsit

The past few hunts had been rough; you were all completely wrecked when you returned to the bunker after three weeks away. But of course, beer was prioritised over sleep.

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Marauders x Reader / Make it up. ❤

Request :Could you write little blurbs for each of the marauders, watching you (their girlfriend) putting on makeup? ( A couple paragraphs for each marauder)

Hello, lovelies! ❤Well I have to admit, that I may have changed it up, a little bit, cause it was hard to write it like that, but I hope you like this version of it! If you do then let me know, it would be really nice of you, to tell me what you think about it :) 

Warnings : Blurbs gone bad?! It may have turned a bit longer 😅And also…the Sirius one happened to go in a direction, that at first I did not plan at all…(kind of racy? idk you decide)

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines


“What is that? It looks like a torture device!”  

“Give it back, Jamie” you smirked at your boyfriend, trying not to chuckle “It’s just an eyelash curler” you rolled your eyes, and took it back from him.

“Y/N, are you seriously going to use that little, evil thing? Don’t even try getting it close to your eyeballs!” he exclaimed in protest, already on his feet, trying to get it out of your grip.

“Jamie!” you shouted, as he jumped on you, and began tickling your waist “Don’t be silly” you gasped, already out of your breath.

“I James Potter, have to protect you, and your poorly treated eyes. That’s my duty to fulfill” he laughed, and started placing kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

You have asked yourself far too many times, how it was possible, that every time you saw him, he made you laugh, even if you were in a bad mood. He was like a ball of sunshine, and pure energy, that radiated from him, in an infecting way.

“You are such a prat” you sighed, as he stopped, his head now hovering above yours.“Your prat, though” he winked at you, and kissed your forehead.

 “You know” you started, after a brief moment of silence “You actually missed a spot” you smirked up, at him, your eyes meeting his.

“Did, I?” he raised and eyebrow, a smug look on his face “Let me make it up to you then, love” 

Originally posted by nellaey


“Red, or pink?” you asked, while holding two different lipsticks in your hand.

“Hmm…” Sirius stood up, and walked towards you, slowly getting closer “Do you have to wear any?” he smirked, and tilted your chin up “How am I supposed to kiss you then, love?” 

“Now, is that a thing that you were planning on doing?” you arched your eyebrow, an amused look, spread across your face.

“Oh, I have planned so much more for tonight” he looked straight into your eyes, his already twinkling with excitement. 

“Then what are you waiting for, Black?” you dared him. 

“Where is your patience, Y/N?”he winked at you, and jumped back on your bed.

“Mine is perfectly fine actually, now it’s time to test yours” you smirked, and turned around.

“You know, it’s really hot today” you said in an innocent voice, already hearing a nervous movement behind you “I think I’m going to change”

You removed your top, in the slowest way possible, hearing with satisfaction, as a low growl rumbled in his throat. You proceeded to unzipping your pants, as in a matter of seconds you found yourself pinned to the nearest wall. 

“That patient, aren’t you?” you whispered into his ear, your warm breath lingering over his neck.

“Oh, fuck that” he pressed his lips on yours, in a crushing, yet passionate kiss, that only being a taste of what’s yet to come.

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines


“You know, that you don’t even need all of that, right?” Remus smiled at you, while putting aside your makeup bag.

“Believe me, I do” you laughed, at his statement, waving it off “You don’t have to lie, Rems”

“I’m not lying” he said, his voice suddenly more serious, than earlier “You are beautiful, just the way you are” he seated himself beside you, and pulled you into a warm embrace.

“You are sweet, but I know that it’s the boyfriend code, that makes you tell me such things” you giggled, clearly having none of it. Makeup was a type of shield for you, that made you more confident. It protected you from the others judgment, and you were clearly not ready to give it up, yet.

“I’m not, Y/N” he said, pulling you even closer “You are the most beautiful girl, I have ever known”

“Oh, really?” you turned your head, his face now only a few inches away, from yours.

“Mhmm” he mumbled quietly, while leaning over, and placing a soft, and delicate kiss on your lips. 

In that moment, as he held you in his arms, you truly felt like the most beautiful girl in the entire world.


“Yyy…You look nice”


(Sorry I had to do it! He was one of the Marauders after all )

 Love you all! ❤

The Master of Diaper - Batmom x Batkids/Bruce Wayne

Summary : It’s a war between your four sons, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian…To know who’s the best at changing their little brother’s, Thomas, diapers. A rather intense war really, as they all want to become “The master of Diapers”. 

Just a short silly fic that came up to me while I was drifting off to sleep. And in case you’re wondering who “Thomas” is, here’s the fic that introduces him : “Shaky steps and bad teaching”. Hope you like it ahem : 

(My masterlist blog here :


You always impressed Bruce, always.

The way you wouldn’t let anyone walk on your feet, and use your sarcasms and wits to get out of any “bad social situations” was impressive to him.

The way you always managed to make people around you smile and laugh, even him and your brooding sons, was impressive to him. 

The way you always seem to find the right words to comfort someone, or to tell your feelings, was impressive to him. 

The way you trained, even harder than him sometimes, was impressive to him. 

The way you fought, so fiercely and fearlessly, was impressive to him. 

The way you seemed to know everything, like you always had the answer to people’s questions (about ANYTHING), was impressive to him. 

And oh if he really had to list everything that he found impressive in you, it would take too many years. Yes, you always impressed your Bruce. Always. 

But today, you surpassed even yourself ! Your cleverness, he knew it now, had no bound ! Damn smart woman you were. 

What impressed him so much ? The way you so easily manipulated your sons into changing their little brother’s dirty diapers. It was such genius that he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, admiration shining in his eyes. And the worst thing was, that you didn’t even know you were so awesome, and the only person he truly admired in this universe…Which made you even more awesome. 

It was really clever, the way you ended up convincing your sons to take care of their little brother’s, Thomas, dirty diapers. You played on their competitive side. One day, as Bruce was changing Thomas, you just dropped a “Wow, you’re slow, I bet even Damian could be faster than you”, which confused him a little bit. It wasn’t like you to say such things but…Oh, but of course. The boys were in the room, and he swore he saw their ears moving, quite like dogs, as they heard what their mother just said. 

It was a smart move really. Right after saying that, and therefor attracting their attention on the two of you, you heavily hinted that it took lots of skills to properly change diapers, and that you’d be impressed if you saw anyone do it in less than a minute…They took it as a challenge. Of course they did. 

As Bruce was finishing to change Thomas’ diaper (rather fast to be honest), Damian approached and said : 

-I bet mom is right, and I can be faster than you, father. 

Of course, now he said that, Tim had to add : 

-And I bet I’d be faster than you. 

Jason and Dick couldn’t be out of this little game, and felt like they were obligated to say : 

-Yeah right you little munchkins, I bet I will do it faster. Hey, stop repeating what I say ! Stop. Stop. STOP ! JASON/DICK ! HAHA ! Erf…

And so it started. 

The long race to who was going to become “The Master of Diapers”. 

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (35-Final Part)

Final part of the WPWT series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

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  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32  Part 33  Part 34

Word Count: 2,700 (More or less)

Thank you all so much for reading this series you’ve all been great. I enjoyed writing it for you all so much! 

Everyone stared at Junmyeon in disgust, he had to be crazy.

“So you thought that you had the right to decide whether or not we lived our lives. You’re not my mum Junmyeon, the last time I checked, my mum was dead!” Sehun hissed, pushing his chair back standing up. “And what about the two innocent people in the house? Y/N and Ara. You were going to have a baby burn to death. I thought so much better of you!”

“Y/N’s no more innocent than you or I. She killed the professor. Whether it’s one body or 100, a kill is a kill. She’s corrupt too, and how was Ara really going to enjoy life with a dead mother and a criminal father one day she’s going to figure out how many people you’ve killed Kris and she’s going to hate you.” Junmyeon said coldly looking around the table at all of the scowling faces, wiping the blood dripping from his nose with the back of his hand.

“No! Don’t you dare! This is not Y/N’s fault she’s not corrupt. She did it to save herself not because she had a choice. If you never suggested she went to that hotel it would never have happened.” Chanyeol banged his fists on the table rising to his feet too.

“AND IF YOU NEVER BROUGHT HER TO THE CLUB SHE WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN IN THIS MESS!” Junmyeon shrieked, having enough of all the blaming and arguing. “I didn’t make this decision because I hate you boys! I did it because I love you. They say when you love something let it go and so I was letting each and every one of us go…”

“Bullshit!” Minseok shouted. “If you love something you pursue and you don’t fucking let it get away! And I would expect you to know that you’ve lost 3 people that were dear to you Junmyeon, how the fuck could you do this to us. Don’t we get a chance to decide whether or not we want to live!” Minseok was crying silent tears now. Not because he was sad but because he was angry. They could’ve all died. He nearly lost Sehun. He nearly lost Y/N.

“How can we live in this world any longer, we can’t just integrate back into society, this is not a fucking fairy-tale. We need help, we’re damaged. I’M DAMAGED! I just can’t do this anymore…” Junmyeon wailed, tears falling down his cheeks profusely. He fell into a heap on the floor, his shoulders shaking violently in time with his sobs. This was never the way that he wanted his life to turn out. He wanted to graduate and go on to better things. Have a good job, travel the world get married and have three kids where they would all live happily ever after off the coast of some sort of sea.
Not this.
He didn’t want to be the leader of an underground squad. The amount of stress he had gone through just short of a decade. The things he had seen, the things he had to deal with, the operations he had to organise. He was the most damaged out of them all and he was never allowed to share his worries, because he was supposed be strong he had to make sure the boys were okay. His health came last and that had taken a serious toll on him. He was broken beyond repair how he was still standing he didn’t know. But he just wanted to end it all, he was corrupt and no longer worthy to walk on earth. No longer worthy to call himself a member of the Kim family.
“I just can’t live anymore…” He sobbed into his lap.

“Junmyeon stop…stop that.” Chanyeol rolled his eyes and went over to rub Junmyeon’s back, guilt getting the better of him.

“You think I feel sympathy for you?” Kris hissed, “YOU SHOULD’VE KILLED YOURSELF YOU BASTARD!. You’re not seriously thinking of letting him stay here are you?” He turned to face Minseok, glaring intensely.

“Well…I…I can’t just kick him out.” Minseok stuttered, looking at a crying Junmyeon curled up on the floor.

“Well If he’s staying, then I’m going. If you think I’m staying in the same house as a man that tried to kill my daughter you’re fucking crazy! I will fucking come for you Junmyeon!” Kris shouted grabbing Ara from Kyungsoo and walking out of the dining room.

“Kris, come on, wait a minute!” Tao shouted after him, but the front door banged shut. Minseok rolled his eyes and let out a sigh.

“It’s okay he’ll probably come back soon, there’s only so far they can go, he has nowhere else to go without a plan so it’s only a matter of time. Look Junmyeon…” Minseok walked over to where the man was slumped into a ball on the ground and crouched down in front of him. “We’re a family okay? That’s what we are. I consider all of you my brothers, nothing less. We’re going to get through this together Myeon, yeah we all need help but we have each other to get through this. We just need some healing that’s all and maybe we can’t throw ourselves into society straightaway but slowly and gradually we will be part of the ‘outside world’ again okay?” He hugged Junmyeon close to his chest patting his head, reassuring him that everything would be alright from here on out.

“But Kris has got a really bad mean streak. What if he comes back for us. He’ll kill us with no mercy. You know what he’s like.” Jongin murmured.
Everyone stayed silent. It was true Kris had the potential and he was playing no games when it came down to Ara.

Moments later Baekhyun traipsed down the stairs sauntering into the kitchen. 

“I think she’ll be okay. She’ll be needing a good few days of rest though.” He looked around the kitchen. Everyone looked an absolute state. “What’s been going on down here?”

Y/N’s P.O.V:

You heard a knock on the bedroom door, breaking you out of your thoughts. You knew for a fact that Junmyeon was the one that did all of this and you were wondering what his reasoning was.
“Come in.” You said softly your throat still extremely sore and your chest still feeling tight.

Your eyes widened a little bit when you saw Sehun step into the room.
“Sehun? What are you doing here?” It was almost a learnt instinct to be automatically scared of him.

He rolled his eyes in response to you moving away from him to the furthest side on the bed.

“Calm down I’ve not come to hurt you.” He stood staring at you, his face was blank but for once it wasn’t necessarily blank with anger. “I just came to say well…You went back for Minseok in the fire and that…that to me shows that you really care about him. Damn it, this is so fucking awkward…” He cleared his throat rolling his eyes again and focusing his attention back to you. “You went back for him and were willing to risk yourself for his life and I guess anyone who cares about Minseok that much is on our side. So I was mulling it over…and I guess I could be…civil about the two of you. But this doesn’t necessarily make us friends. However if you’re what makes him happy. I guess I can try.”
Without letting you answer, he left them room. Leaving you in a temporary state of shock and awe. You shook your head smiling lightly to yourself. Had you just heard Sehun correctly? Did this really mean that you could try and move forward with Minseok, without him trying to kill you? You only hoped that he would keep his word and not turn back on what he had said.

Your door opened slowly without warning again.

“Chanyeol, what have I told you about not knocking first what if I was changing clothes.”

“Then I would just laugh and tell you that you look ugly without clothes on.”

“Chanyeol! You gasped frowning in his direction.

“I’m joking Y/N.” He entered the room slowly closing the door behind him and walking over to the edge of the bed. And stroking your feet from above the duvet.

“I’m so glad you’re safe Y/N, but promise me to never run back into a burning building again okay. Life isn’t worth living if your best friend’s not living it with you, hmm?” He smiled at you weakly, he looked shattered, there were heavy bags under his eyes making him look ten years older than he was in reality.
“It was Junmyeon who planted it Y/N. He said it was because we were all corrupt and couldn’t live life with the psychological damage we had all experienced, that the outside world was not willing to accept us.” Chanyeol let out a heavy sigh. “You know I feel kind of sorry for him, he must be going through so much at the moment. All those years of having to keep it together. I think he just cracked. He no longer had a need or reason to have to keep it together now that the enemy is gone, so that’s probably the only way he knew how to deal with the issue. Anyway I have better news for you. You’re going back home.”

Your eyes shot open in shock.

“WHAT?!” You half-shouted, Chanyeol laughed at your reaction.

“You’re going home Y/N. You need to get back to ‘normal life’. I was thinking about it for a while and I think the most plausible story would be that you ran away to elope with someone you fell in love with. If you need proof one of the guys can always pretend to be ‘that man’ since it would help their case too. What do you think, I know you must be busting to see your mum again?”

You gave him your brightest smile, the biggest smile that you had worn since God knows when.

“Oh Chanyeol thank you! Thank you so much!” You cried, happy warm tears streaming down your face. He smiled at you warmly again reaching for your hand and squeezing it.

“You’ll need to heal before you go back Y/N, but when you do then you can live the life you were living before I fucked it up. Hopefully we can spend time together again. As friends.”

One month later and you were back in your flat. Your explanation for disappearance worked perfectly, although your parents were extremely angry they were just glad that you were back. You had to find another job too, but that was the least of your worries. You were just glad to be back home. You hadn’t seen any of the boys since you had moved out of Minseok’s 2 weeks ago, but you decided that it was good that you were having some space and time to yourself.
That day, when you had gotten home from work your friend Mia had invited herself over with some Chinese food and Alcohol.

“Umm I don’t drink Mia.” You rolled your eyes, eating from your sweet and sour chicken and special fried rice.

“Oh really? You were gone for so long I forgot.” She said sarcastically, opening both of your beer bottles.  You laughed and joked the whole night with Mia. Whilst she filled you in on all you had missed, which to be totally honest wasn’t very much, but you had missed all the pointless gossip and meaningless chit chat. It was nice to live a life away from crime.

“I really have to go now I have work tomorrow.” Mia rolled her eyes standing up from the couch.

“On a Saturday, that sucks?” You pouted pulling her into a hug and kissing each of her cheeks. “Thanks for coming lovely, I’ll see you soon okay?” You walked her over to the door of your apartment and waved goodbye to her closing the door behind. Not even 1 minute after and your phone started buzzing, her name flashing up on the screen.

“Yes Miss Mia. What have you left behind this time? I can’t see anything though.” You looked around, but all that was there was the finished containers of the food. 

“No, it’s not that Y/N. I’m downstairs now, but I was ringing you to say there’s a weird man lingering outside your house, I don’t know if he’s lost maybe he’s looking for another house but please lock your doors and be safe okay.”

She hung up, weird man. What weird man? It couldn’t be Chanyeol because she knew him.

Just then there was a knock at your door

Your heart was pounding against your chest. 

But you killed Red so who could be after you now?. You walked over to the door opening it slowly, feeling like an idiot for opening it in the first place.

“Minseok!?” You gasped, dragging him into a hug and not letting go.

“Do you think I could come in maybe?” He laughed into your hair. You cringed out how eager you were to be in his arms and forgetting to let him in. You stepped aside and shut the door behind him. As you turned around it was his turn to pull you into a hug, kissing your forehead. The familiar smell of Minseok that you relished in returning to your senses. He held you at arm’s length. Looking you up and down.

“It’s nice to see you happy in your natural habitat Y/N.”
You laughed at him shyly.
“Hey I’ve been doing some thinking since you’ve been gone. Everything’s been so crazy but since it’s all died down and I’ve had a chance to think about things. Y/N even though I’m still not happy that you ran into that building, you did it to save me and it made me realise just how much you like me… and then that made me realise just how much I like you too. The past couple of weeks have been hell…because you’ve not been there. I feel like I can’t really function without your presence it’s odd.” He laughed nervously, looking you directly in the eyes. “What I’m trying to say Y/N is that…I-I’ve fallen. I’ve definitely fallen now. I’m in love with you. I love you. And I never even knew I was capable of such an emotion, because honestly I didn’t even love myself but you taught me how to do that again and now I love you so much it’s crazy that I –”

You cut him off crashing your lips against his, molding them together. The passion was intense. More intense than it had ever been before and you had wholly succumbed to Minseok’s embraced. You had never felt this way about a man in your life, and you didn’t think you would ever feel this way about a man ever again. He tugged lightly on your bottom lip with his teeth sending shivers down your spine. He pulled away slowly from your embrace, looking at you again softly.

“I’m so in love with you Y/N.”

You smiled. “Hmm, I guess I can learn to love you back if I really have to.” You said, making him laugh and kiss your forehead in response.

“I had something else to ask you actually. I wanted to know whether or not…You’d like to get away for the weekend? Just me and you?”
Your eyes widened in surprise, and you smiled just as you did when Chanyeol told you that you were finally coming home.

“I’d love to Minseok.” You spun around, unable to contain your excitement. You didn’t even care where it was you went. But you’d be with the man that you loved and that was enough for you.

“Good I’m glad” Minseok smiled, kissing you on the lips and rocking you in his arms “After all everything will be okay from now on since Red is dead, Right?”

“Right?” You half-answered back looking up at him, slight worry in your eyes and you could see the same look in his.


“Minseok… I don’t think anything is over yet…” You frowned, an uncomfortable feeling creeping up in your system.

“What do you mean?” Minseok squeezed your hand looking at you intensely

“I mean is it ever really over until one of the good guys die Min?”
He stared at you blankly with absolutely nothing to say. Would everything really be okay from now on?

 Surely it wouldn’t life was never that easy?

Especially when you were part of an underground unit.

 It was definitely not over.

The End…For now ;)

Thanks so much for reading guys, please let me know what you think. And I’m so excited for the spin-off I’ve already got some great ideas. It’s not over ‘til it’s over right? Also stock up on tissues next time because I will be brutal I reckon someone WILL die…

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One Shot (V)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Chanyeol

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 2,638

Summary:  You’re a deadly assassin, hired to kill bad guys. But what if the bad guy doesn’t seem so … bad?

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek

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KS chapter 18...
  • <p> <b>Ji Eun:</b> *Doesn't like Bum, finds him creepy, and is kinda mean to him for that. But other than being rude, has literally done nothing wrong.*<p/><b>Yoon Bum:</b> *is literally a stalker, that looks and acts extremely creepy, has committed actual crimes, even got restraining orders.*<p/><b>KS fandom:</b> OMG! Ji En is such a bitch! How dare you be mean to poor Bum uwu! He is so pure and innocent! Sangwoo better kill her, lol!<p/><b>me:</b> what the actual fuck<p/></p>
Play fighting// Jack Maynard imagine

Summary: a play fight between Y/N and Jack might lead to something more

A/n: This is just a fluffy imagine. It’s very short, I know but I quite liked it like this. Xoxo

Requested: Can you write an imagine about play fighting with Jack? Thank you so much anon for requesting! I hope you like it!   


“WHO THE BLOODY HELL ATE MY CHOCLATE?”, you yelled through the apartment you shared with the Maynards and Josh. You met Conor and Jack at school in Brighton and you’ve been best friends ever since. Even when they moved to London. What nobody knew, was that you had a little crush on the youngest brother so you felt heartbroken to see them leave. But a few years later, you too moved to London. That’s when the brothers asked you to move in with them and their roommate Josh. Of course you said yes. Who would say no to living with the boy you’ve crushed on since you were 15?

You love living with them, but you also wanted a bit of privacy. That’s why you came up with a few rules: the most important one was to not touch YOUR food. And may that now be the rule someone decided to break.

Since nobody answered, you went to everyone’s room. “Conor did you ate my food?”, you asked the boy who was still in his dressing gown. “Nope. I wouldn’t even dare to touch your food. You can be a scary girl sometimes Y/N”. Smirking you asked:” Do you know who it was then?”. “I’m pretty sure Josh is even more scared of you, so my money is on Jack”. “I knew it! Thanks Con”, you said while closing his door.

You crossed the hall and opened Jacks door, not even bothering knocking. The first thing you saw, were a bunch of wrappers laying on his bed. “You bloody bastard. That was my chocolate!”. Jack looked up from his laptop when he heard you. “Well then don’t just put it on the counter. How am I supposed to know it’s yours if you don’t put it away?”, he asked innocently. “You’re going to pay for this”, you said with a glare. He just smiled. “Oh yeah? And how did you plan on doing that?”. “Oh I don’t know. Maybe by doing … THIS”.

You jumped on him and started tickling him. But of course he had grabbed you before you could even touch his stomach. You always forgot how strong he actually was. “Dumb move Y/N, dumb move”, Jack said while pushing you on his bed and straddling you. “Don’t Jack. I know that look. Don’t you dare!”, you said just before he attacked. He tickled you so bad, your stomach actually hurt from laughing.

“Please! Jack! Please stop!”, you tried to say. “Are you going to apologize for accusing me?”, he asked with a smile. “But you did it!”. He kept tickling so you just yelled: “I’m sorry for accusing you!”. He stopped. “That’s better. What are you going to do to apologize?”. “Nothing… ?”. his hands already went back to your sides. “No wait. Whatever you want! I’ll do whatever you want!”.

“You sure about that?”, Jack asked with a smirk. Suddenly you were very much aware of Jack and yours position. He was sitting on top of you, his face inches from yours. You could even see every color in his eyes. Those beautiful, baby blue eyes. You were so taken away that you couldn’t bring out any words, so you just nodded.

“I only want two things from you”. “And what are those?”, you asked. “A kiss and for you to be my girlfriend”.  

Don’t you dare lie to me his mother said with a wand raised to his tear slicked face. A twelve year old Sirius Black quivered under the question the whole of his family was asking him and he wished deep in his heart for the world to slow so he could run and hide somewhere safe.

Don’t you dare lie to me Professor McGonagall said with a raised brow peering above her perched glasses at four pink faced boys covered in pudding from the snaps somehow snuck in the platter at supper causing all of Gryffindor table to leave caked in deserts. A twelve year old Sirius Black looked over at his snickering friends and bit his lip to hide a smile.

Don’t you dare lie to me Remus Lupin said with tears in his eyes that he refused to let fall, the wear of the moon still pulling heavy on him. A fifteen year old Sirius Black had never felt such pain as hurting his friend the way he had done but he knew he had nothing he could say that would be suitable for forgiveness.

Don’t you dare lie to me Mrs. Potter said with a stern look as she pointed a wand at a rather nasty gash on his forehead. A sixteen year old Sirius Black lost his family only to realize far too late he had a true one all along.

Don’t you dare lie to me James said with concern in his eyes. A sixteen year old Sirius Black sat with tears in his eyes and healing bruises on his cheeks and relived the story of the past night.

Don’t you dare lie to me Remus Lupin yelled, he didn’t want the man to lie for him, to say he loved him when he merely felt sorry for him. A seventeen year old Sirius Black was not lying, not about this.

Don’t you dare lie to me Lily Evans said wearily, her hope far too high to be lied to. A seventeen year old Sirius Black needed her to understand how much James cared for her, as much as she did for him though she tried persistently to hide it.

Don’t you dare lie to me a giddy James shot up from his seat with a smile breaching his lips. A seventeen year old Sirius Black felt a warmth fill his chest every time he had the pleasure of thinking about Remus Lupin and he now wanted everyone to know.

Don’t you dare lie to me Sirius said with pain in his chest and rage in his heart. An eighteen year old Sirius Black stared down at the fresh mark on his younger brother’s arm and felt the wold spinning far too fast.

Don’t you dare lie to me Sirius shouted after, once again, Remus stepped through the door of their apartment late without explanation. A twenty year old Sirius Black wonders when it got to this.

Don’t you dare lie to me Sirius said with wide eyes and bated breath. A twenty year old Sirius Black was going to be a godfather and he felt his heart swell through the pain and worry that seemed constant as of late.

Don’t you dare lie to me Sirius screamed through the cool October air as he chased down the man he once thought of as a brother through the crowded streets. A twenty one year old Sirius Black had lost his family for the second time.

Don’t you dare lie to me Remus Lupin said darkly as the aged man sat behind his desk with a look that was far too innocent for Remus. A thirty four year old Sirius Black could see the sky once more.

Don’t you dare lie to me Harry demanded stubbornly from across the table, the eyes so like his mother’s shone fierce with anger. A thirty six year old Sirius Black sat back and hoped to his very core his godson wouldn’t end the way that was planned since his birth.

Don’t you dare lie to me Remus whispered into his lover’s hair as they lay together late at night, Sirius would always say how it would be okay one day. A thirty five year old Sirius Black knew very well he was lying in those times.

Don’t you dare lie to me Harry screamed as he watched the last of his family get carried away by the silky dark air. A thirty six year old Sirius Black finally felt familiar arms wrap around his shoulders once again and he knew didn’t have to lie anymore.

Replacement // A Khal Drogo Imagine

Anonymous said: can you please write a khal drogo one shot there is literally none anywhere and you did an imagine so please

Uh, yes. Definitely. This may be kind of stupid, but yeah.


Basically this is an imagine where you take Dany’s place marrying Khal Drogo.




Title: Replacement (Part One?)

Character/Celebrity: Khal Drogo (Game of Thrones)

Word Count: 1802

Rating: T

Warnings: none

Notes: Dothraki will be in italics (sorry if I missed any).

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anonymous asked:

J2 reading online comments and laughing at what people think about them, especially the ones who think Jared is a dominant top, when he's actually Jensen's princess

This was fun! Let’s not take it too seriously, please lol

“Hey, honey!” Jensen called from the couch to Jared, who was in the bedroom. “Come see this.” Jensen kept scrolling down on his phone, frowning.

“What is it?” Jared asked when he sat on the couch next to Jensen.

“Fandom is fighting over who tops and who bottoms again.”

“They really do have very strong opinions on the subject, right?” Jared half frowned, half laughed.

Jensen was scrolling down a thread on twitter with many gifs of him and Jared, mostly Jared. Mostly Jared bending down, shaking his ass or rubbing himself on other men. Jensen showed Jared one gif from a gag reel of Jared bending on another man’s crotch.

“You seem to give them a lot of reason to talk about how an epic bottom you are.”

Jared laughed. “Come on, baby. You know I don’t mean anything by that. I am an epic bottom, though.”

“Some people disagree. They think I’m only hiding behind my Alpha attitude, but I’m actually a very shy girl and you are the dominant of us both.”  Jensen blinked innocently to Jared and they both laughed. Jared sat closer so he could look at what was going on online.

“You know, maybe I’m not doing my job right. Should I be even more obvious about how I’m the greatest bottom there is?” Jensen didn’t look, but he could feel Jared’s teasing smile.

“Don’t you dare, Jared.” Jensen said. He knew it would probably happen anyway, that’s just how Jared was.

Jensen scrolled down past a video of Jared being held bridal style by some fan.

“Hey! That one was fun.” Jared smiled. “The guy said I was a Princess!” Jensen groaned.

“Yeah, my Princess.” Jensen stared at him, waiting for confirmation.

“All yours, my jealous, adorable, hot, toppy, husband.” Jared smirked and Jensen could just show him and everyone online how much of a top he could be, if Jared going crazy beneath him counted as something.

“Lets go to the bedroom, Princess. I’ll give you your proper treatment.”

It’s early morning
and she takes her first breath of life.
Oh, look at how beautiful,
she doesn’t even have hair
but she looks just like her father.
Look at the rosiness of her cheeks,
always loved the feel of soft baby skin.
Her nose is as cute as a little button
and her lips fall into a pout.
Her skin is a soft shade of brown,
fingers so tiny and stout
She’s covered in blood,
kicking and screaming,
but she’s as beautiful they come.

She’s crying too loud
and she’s itching,
she’s kicking,
she’s clawing at her face.
She’s in pain,
in pain,
all because you couldn’t break the habit.
She’s a baby,
just a baby
and she’s an addict.
She’s a little baby,
and heavily medicated.
The withdrawals are too much,
too much for her small body to handle,
look what you’ve done.
You’ve turned something so innocent,
into a mess.
Are you proud of yourself yet?

You can’t even look at her,
how dare you shy away?
She’s your child,
why are you so afraid?
She lived with you nine months,
you carried her around
and now you can’t even look her in the face.
You tell them to take her away,
take her away
and you’re going home,
you’re going home,
never to think of her again.
To send the angel that left your insides away,
you’re not even going to comfort her
or apologize.
Because you’re shameful,
it’s something you can’t hide.
So why don’t you love her?
Love her for just a little while,
hold on
and you can’t protect her
because you’re going your separate ways.

Do you deserve the title of a mother
when you’re such a disgrace?

—  DETOX, creator series pt. 1
Miss Me? - Part One

Pairing: CrowleyxReader

Summary: Crowley finds out you’ve been spending a lot of time with Dean fixing cars and shit and decides to show you you’re his

Warnings: Smut smut smut ladies and germs. Oh and swearing probably

Word Count: 1,515

A/N: This is going to be a two parter. Pure smut ladies and gents! Requests are open! Leave me some feedback y'all it helps a lot :)
A/N2: I am also currently working on a request for Crowley, so keep your eyes peeled for that ;)
(Ps: I hope the tags work because some people were saynig that it didn’t tag them in my last one sooo yep)

Supernatural Masterlist

(gif not mine yo)

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

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Truth or Dare (Riverdale, Pt. 5)

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe), Kevin x Reader (platonic), Archie x Reader (platonic), Betty x Reader (platonic), Veronica x Reader (platonic), Cheryl x Reader (platonic)

Beta-ed: No

A/N: Okay I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ll make a post about it later tonight, but here we are finally, part 5! i actually had a little problem with this guy too *frowns forever* oh well, enjoy! Also this one’s pretty long too in an attempt to make up for the qualit so-

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


Previously: “If anything Kevin,” Archie spoke. “We should be blaming you, after all, you were the one who dared Y/N to do this.” He said with a sly grin. Everyone spoke their agreements as Kevin blanched. “Woah woah wait, how was I supposed to know Y/N would get so emotional and sappy, honestly I was expecting more of a “Hey Betts, you’re so sweet and innocent I love it. Cheryl, you’re fierce and a little crazy. Ronnie, you’re an amazing fashionista, and so on and so forth. I didn’t expect Y/N to go all Shakespeare on us!” He cried. We all started laughing as Kevin’s face bloomed red. “You guys are jerks.” He muttered. “Anyways… Y/N, whose next?”

“I guess Archie,” I sighed, trying to sound exasperated, which only earned another pillow being thrown at me. I giggled as I grabbed it and threw it back. “Archibald Andrews, how dare you!” I scoffed, a playful look in my eyes. “You know what? Now you’re my second favorite ginger.” I muttered. Archie clutched his hand over his heart and gasped. “Now that just hurts Y/N, how could you?” He said, mock hurt in his voice. I stuck my tongue out at him before continuing. “Fine, you’re my favorite male ginger, happy?” I asked, annoyance in my voice. “Very much so, actually.” He said with a arrogant voice as he turned his nose up. 

We both took one look at each other and lost it, bending over in laughter. “This is exactly why I love you so much Arch, we can always be goofy together.” Before I could say anything else Jug threw a pillow at Archie’s head. “You were dared not to be silly for the rest of the night Arch, commit to the dare!” Jug spoke with irritation, but Arch and I saw the playful look in his eyes. We both stuck our tongues out at Jug before giggling again.

“Anyways,” I cleared my throat. “Archie: my ginger, my Ron Weasley, my Peter Pan, my best friend, my brother. The love I have for you can only be described as absolute, and even that doesn’t do you justice. You fit the whole “protective older brother” persona perfectly, you’re always looking out for us and you’re the best when it comes to helping us distract our minds for a little while. You always figure out a way to make us feel better, and the few times you couldn’t, you made sure we were never alone and had a shoulder to cry on.”

“From the very first day you’ve always been a little on the protective side,” I gave him a look while he sheepishly smiled at me. “Especially when it was about me or Betty. I remember you came running out of nowhere and practically tackled her, you pushed her behind you and asked who I was, your chest all puffed out with this serious look on your face.” “You never can be too careful, you know?” Archie cut in, a smile on his face as he remembered that day as well. “Sure Archie, we all know you were just trying to impress the new girl, quit lying.” Kevin cut in now, a grin on his face. Archie blushed slightly before speaking. “We were five!” He wailed as he shot his hands above his head. “You guys are never gonna let me live that down are you?” He said as he pouted slightly.

“Oh Archie,” Betty spoke as she rubbed small circles on his back, a look of sympathy on her face. “Never in a million years.” She finished with a giggle, Archie just glared at her while Betty, Cheryl, and Kevin laughed, Archie’s face heating up more. “Wait,” Veronica spoke up, awe in her voice. “Archie had a crush on Y/N?” She asked as she raised an eyebrow at us. “That is so cute!” She squealed while bouncing in her seat. “Archiekins, that has to be the one of the most adorable things I’ve ever heard!” Archie and I blushed at her words.

“Well in my defense who didn’t have a crush on Y/N when they first moved here!?” He tried to defend himself, his eyes widened in shock as his blush got worse when he realized what he said. Ronnie squealed even more at that, her hands trying to cover the huge grin on her face. “Oh, you’re not wrong there Archie,” Kevin spoke, a twinkle in his eye. “But we all pretty much got over that, the question is, did you?” Just about everyone started laughing as both our faces got redder.

As I looked around I noticed Jug was staring at Archie, almost glaring at him. When he caught me watching Jughead’s eyes widened slightly before looking away again, and it almost looked like a blush was starting to form on his face. ‘Why would he glare at Archie?’ I thought, confusion washing over me. I guess it showed on my face because before I could think more of it Archie nudged me with his foot. “Hey, you okay?” He asked, slight worry on his face. “Yeah Arch, I’m fine.”

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thep0ptartqueen  asked:

Can I get some head canons about how Quartet Night Fem!s/o accidentally turning them on and the consequences afterwards?;) P.s I love your blog it's amazing<3

Thank You! It is always a pleasure to get some NSFW requests ;)

S/O accidentally turning them on (NSFW) : 

Reiji Kotobuki:

Reiji could not believe his s/o would send such lewd text messages to him, especially during a meeting with Raging Shining and the rest of Quartet Night. Looks like his girl is finally becoming more confident. Every text message sent caused his pants become tighter and tighter, thank god he covered it up with his fedora. However, pushed him over the edge was the photo he received. His s/o, on her back showing off lingerie she just bought for this occasion. A smirk spread across his face as his eyes studied every crevasse on her body that he knew oh so well. Looks like she is in for a punishment when he gets home. What did you expect when you caused him such an inconvenience during his band meeting? 


This was quite improper, what his s/o was doing. Here they were, having dinner with the rest of Quartet Night when his s/o thought it would be fun to place her hand on his thigh under the table. At first it angered him and he tried to swat her hand away. However, the closer her hand traveled to his groin, the harder he became. Soon her hand was rubbing his erection over his pants. He kept a straight poker face on, though he did have a hint of blush upon his cheeks. Of course he let her play this silly game for awhile, but once they got home was when she was going to be paid back for her inappropriate behavior. 

Ranmaru Kurosaki

How dare his s/o wear something so revealing? Those long legs in that short skirt, and how she bite her lip absentmindedly. His eyes studied her carefully, taking in every detail. However, he soon growled as he noticed other wandering eyes studying her as well. He let out a deep growl as he grabbed his s/o hand firmly and dragged her to a nearby closet and pushing her inside rather forcefully. If you wanted attention, why didn’t you say so? However, he wasn’t complaining. You looked like an innocent white bunny, and he was a hungry wolf, ready to devour you. Soon, everyone was going to hear exactly who you belonged to. 

Ai Mikaze

The droid studied you very carefully as his s/o typed vigorously on the keyboard. You have done this all day, biting your lip absentmindedly while lounging in one of AI’s favorite shirts and short shorts. The shirt hugged all your curves perfectly. However, he frowned as you were giving all your attention to someone on the internet. Was it a boy you were talking to? Didn’t you know that you belonged to him? However, his pants began to grow tighter as he watched his s/o shift on the bed, exposing more of her skin to his hungry eyes. Oh, you were going to pay for that. You were teasing him on purpose, right? No worries though, he might go easy on you if you beg, might. 

This fandom is so sexist and judgy its kind of funny. 12 year olds transforming into hot naked girls and distracting fully grown adult men with bloody noses? Classic! 5 year olds killing people? Seems legit. 12 year old girl dressed in heels and a miniskirt? OMG WHY?! SHE IS TWELVE HOW COULD YOU SO GROSS UGH

so emotionally scarring small children, turning them into emotionless tools of war? totally okay

boys exploring their sexuality and using it as a weapon against other men even though they have 50+ year age gap and power dynamic differencesw? also okay

girl wearing an outfit that suggests she might be confident or explorative in her sexuality, or might even just be “I think this looks cute”? HOW DARE YOU SEXUALIZE AN INNOCENT CHILD THEYRE SO INNOCENT AND NONSEXUAL AND YOU ARE GROSS

so if its a boy its okay but not a girl. okay. so that is sexist.

LETHAL | Mafia! Au | Jungkook X Reader | Smut | Part 1

Mature content ahead, sorry for any mistakes, and thanks for reading this!

Originally posted by queenwithcollars

You lived for those moments. The moments when you were one with darkness.The moments illuminated by the sparks of gunfire. The moments the jolt of the gun shot through your limbs.
It was those moments, the moments in which you could very well take your final breath, that made you feel truly alive.
Inside an abandoned furniture warehouse, you found yourself playing a hand in a twilight stand off. You and Taehyung had arrived at the deserted building just before 2am, which was when you had scheduled a meeting with one of your drug supplier’s lackeys. It was a routine arrangement, but this time around, you had been very rudely interrupted.
Taehyung and yourself were members of the Shadow Mob, an incredibly powerful Mafia family. You had been raised among dangerous men, and raised by one of the most dangerous men there was - Min Yoongi, head of the Shadow Mob, and your beloved uncle.
That was how you found yourself in the moonlit warehouse, crouched behind a dusty sofa, reloading your gun. When the first gunshots had been fired, Taehyung had taken cover behind the large armchair a twenty feet across from where you were hidden behind at the present.
His white blond hair almost liked white in the dim light, looking like a halo framing his head. A streak of moonlight lit up Taehyung’s face, and you could see his expression. Cool, calm and collected. He continued firing shots at the opposition, completely unfazed by the sudden attack.
As per usual, the ‘opposition,’ was members of the Ruby Mob, lead by the fearsome Park Jimin. Well, you didn’t find him fearful - that was just how most people described him. Due to your upbringing, there was nothing that really frightened you.
The Shadow Mob and the Ruby Mob had been enemies for hundreds of years, and you often wondered why the onslaught continued. But you neved questioned the matter, because God, you loved your life.
After about three more minutes of gunfire, you fired the final shot which silenced the other side’s activity, signalling you had taken down the last man. You and Taehyung hesitated for only a moment, the two of you breathing heavily, before moving back into the open.
Automatically, you crossed the floor of the warehouse to where the body - or corpse, rather - of the man you were supposed to meet with laid crumpled. You stooped down, and plucked the black briefcase from his cold, lifeless fingers which were still feebly wrapped around its handle.
You paused for only a moment, taking in his appearance. Shame he got shot, you thought absentmindedly, he was kind of attractive. You turned away from his unbreathing figure, and called out to Taehyung. 'Tae, who was it?’
'Na Jeongsan, Kim Kwang-sun and Lee Jinyoung,’ Taehyung replied. They were all members of the Ruby Mob. But they’d all joined recently. It most likely been one of their first field missions.
Occasionally, you felt guilty for taking way life so thoughtlessly. But then again, it wasn’t your fault that those three had gotten in your way.
It wasn’t your fault that you were so lethal.
A phone began to buzz. Taehyung quickly slipped his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out his phone. He squinted in the light from the phone screen, which was painfully bright in your dark surroundings.
'It’s a text from Mr Min,’ Taehyung said.
You expression softened at the mention of your uncle. A great deal of the time, you forgot just how dangerous he was, how many men he had killed. You had been raised by the most lethal of men, yet your uncle’s affection for and you him often you lead you to forget these facts.
'What is it?’ you quizzed Taehyung, stretching your arms above your head. Your arms ached from the absorbing the shock of the gun repeated times. Ah, you lead a taxing life.
At least the pay was good.
'He wants to talk to us about something important,’ Taehyung told you.
This sentence knocked any feelings of drowsiness from your system. 'Important’ meant a job. A job meant stealth. A job meant immeasurable risks.
All things you lived for.
No words were exchanged between you and Taehyung as you both hurried back to the car.
Fifteen minutes later, you were stood outside the familiar mahogany doors which lead to your uncle’s office. Taehyung was stood by your side, and you were waiting to be let in.
Thudding against your chest, your heart pounded. Your mind was racing with possibilities for all the tasks that awaited you.
Before your mind had chance to continue going wild, the doors to Yoongi’s office swung open, and you and Taehyung did not hesitate to pass confidently through them.
Min Yoongi, your uncle, sat at his desk. He was leant back in his leather desk chair as always. There were neat stacks of papers on his desk, and the walls of his office were lined with books. You yourself knew that the bookcases hid secret rooms and escape tunnels, but they were for emergency only. You were yet to use them, and you prayed you never would have to.
Everything was as it always was in your uncle’s office, except this time it was not only your uncle who was occupying the room. There was a man beside his desk.
He was tall - taller than Taehyung, actually. His dark brown hair was parted, and he had big, dark eyes. A strong jaw, prominent cheekbones - not half bad. Good legs, too - you could clearly see his muscular thighs through his ripped black jeans.
You had to admit, he was handsome, in fact he was pretty damn hot.
Mentally you scolded yourself, seeing as it was most certainly not the time to be checking out this guy.
Clearly, he thought he was all that. Head slightly titled back, one leg relaxed. He jutted out his jaw and smirked at you when he caught you surveying him.
Well, you thought, looks like I’ll have to put this cocky bastard in his place.
'I trust everything went well this evening,’ Yoongi said, brushing his black hair from his eyes.
Taehyung stepped forward, 'Jimin’s men ambushed us’.
Yoongi laced his fingers together and sat up in his chair. 'That didn’t stop you, did it?’
With a shake of his head, Taehyung replied, 'We took them down.’
Laughing coldly, Yoongi nodded his head. 'Of course you did. I would expect no less.’
'Now,’ Yoongi said, any hints of amusement vanishing from his face. 'I called you in to meet this young man,’ he announced, motioning to the individual beside his desk.
'As the two of you know,’ Yoongi went on, 'I recently married Jeon Eul.’
Both you and Taehyung nodded. You had been present at the wedding - you adored Eul. She was the light to your uncle’s darkness. She picked him back up on his bad days, and always had his back.
'I didn’t mention it before, but Eul has a son,’ Yoongi informed you bluntly.
This was indeed news for you - you didn’t allow your surprise to cross your face, seeing as that would be terribly unprofessional.
Nodding to the man beside his desk, Yoongi said, 'Meet Jeon Jungkook.’
Murmuring your greetings, you and Taehyung began silently assessing this Jungkook. You cursed silently - this was to be your new step cousin? This pretty boy with his head up his own arse?
God, it just got better and better.
’(Y/N),’ Yoongi addressed you, 'Jungkook is our newest hitman.’ He turned to Jungkook. 'Jungkook, this is my niece and prodigy, (L/N) (F/N), your new partner.’
Again, Jungkook shot you that smirk of his. 'Nice to meet you,’ he grinned, his voice low and smooth.
'My pleasure,’ you replied tensely.
As much as you would have loved to protest, you kept your mouth shut as Yoongi continued. You knew better than to question your uncle.
'You’ll teach Jungkook,’ Yoongi said to you. 'Not train him. You’ll find he’s very adept in combat. Just show him the ropes, introduce him to who he needs to know, and get to know each other. After that, I have a new mission for the two of you.’
'You’ll start tomorrow’.
Through gritted teeth you replied with a cold, 'Of course.’
Yoongi clapped his hands together, and stood up. He walked around to you, and pressed a kiss on both of your cheeks. 'Don’t underestimate him,’ he whispered in your ear before returning to his seat.
You were dismissed, and you then promptly exited the room.
Taehyung stayed back to tell Yoongi of the evening’s compilation, and you were left with your angered thoughts.
Stepping into the elevator, you harshly pressed the button for the underground car park.
You were furious - why did you have to handle that arrogant brat? It wasn’t your job.
As the elevator’s doors closed, a foot jutted in between the doors and they sprung apart.
And in stepped Jeon Jungkook, pressing the button for the ground floor, a cocky grin upon his face. An attractive one, but one you wanted to slap straight off.
'Hello, partner,’ Jungkook smirked.
Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you returned the greeting with a tense nod.
'Not very talkative, are you?’ Jungkook enquired.
Your head whipped around to face him. Who did he think he was?
'I don’t make a habit of talking to cocky bastards like you, pretty boy,’ you snarled.
He pondered this for a moment, not even looking offended - as a matter of fact, his smirk widened to a full grin.
'You think I’m pretty?’ he teased.
'What’s your problem?’ you questioned with a frown.
'I don’t have a problem,’ he replied. 'You just intrigue me.’
Absentmindedly you tilted your head to the side. 'How so?’ you asked, your scowl deepening.
With a smirk, he chuckled and said, 'I don’t see how someone with such a sweet, innocent face can be so dangerous.’
The doors of the elevator opened with a ding, and Jungkook moved though the doors.
'Don’t you dare underestimate me!’ you called after his retreating figure.
He simply laughed and waved over his shoulder. 'I wouldn’t dare, sweetheart.’
'See you tomorrow!’
And then the doors closed, and he was gone.
You crossed your arms and scowled at the doors.
And you vowed there and then that you would put him in his place.

anonymous asked:

I'm trying to ransom you stop escaping AU pls. Thank you!!! I love your blog! ♡♡

If you don’t want to see your brother rotting in jail, we suggest you to cooperate with us.

Director of Magical Security of MACUSA,

Percival Graves

Theseus crumpled the paper and angrily threw it in the flames of fireplace in his office at the Ministry of Magic. Just what these Americans thought they were doing? How they dare trying to intimidate him? Him, Theseus Scamander, the war hero and the head of DMLE? And on top of that, using his little brother Newt?

No one dared to play cat and mouse with Theseus Scamander. Even Grindelwald.

Newt clutched the niffler close to his chest and watched Percival with big teary eyes. No, he had enough of Scamander’s shit, he won’t ever again get deceived by that innocent look.

“What have I told you, Newt?“ Percival said, trying to appear angry.

“To stay put,“ Newt replied, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and distracting Percival by doing so “to not cause any catastrophes-“

“Exactly, Scamander!“ Percival exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation “Exactly! And what you do? The complete opposite.“

“Uh, I’m sorry?“ Newt tried, a little smile at the corners of his mouth. Percival was weak to those bright blue eyes, to that smile, to that melodious voice, which whispered promises in his ears as Newt backed him up against the door of his office-

Percival coughed. Now, that was completely the wrong turn of thoughts.

“No, Scamander, I’m trying to ransom you and you fucking keep escaping and causing shit,“ Percival inhaled and exhaled to calm a bit down “which, I must add, my aurors take care of every damned time!“

“Wait.“ Scamander stood normally for once, and there was a seriousness in his voice that Graves couldn’t quite place. Percival stopped and raised a brow at him questioningly. “Ransom me?“

“Well…“ Percival forgot to mention a little thing here. Seraphina told him they needed strong allies against Grindelwald, so he had to lure somehow Theseus Scamander on their side. The single way was to use his younger brother.

“You what?“ Newt shrieked and Percival pulled a face. “You just had to ask me, for Merlin’s sake. Now we’re all doomed thanks to your brilliant plan. Great work, director Graves.“ Sarcasm was dripping from Newt’s words and Percival’s shoulders slumped a bit.

“That bad?“ He asked running a hand over his face.

That bad.“ Newt nodded, serious. “I’ll send a letter to let him know that I am fine and no one wants to make me rot in jail.“

Percival waved a hand and a piece of paper as well as a quill appeared in front of Newt. That took them and smiled softly.

“Thank you, Percy.“

Percival was fucking weak.

They sat at his office desk and as Newt started scribbling on paper, there was a series of loud crashes heard through the entire department. Percival drew his wand automatically, listening and waiting, concentrated. Newt, on the other hand, groaned and dropped his head in his hands and shook it, exasperated.

“Late…“ He murmured. “Too late… He’s here…“

“Who’s here Newt?“ Percival looked warily between Newt and the door of his office.

“Me.“ A voice said behind his back and Percival spun around in time to see a cruel grin on a freckled face and ginger hair and blue eyes sparkling dangerously-

“Surprise, motherfucker.“ Theseus said and knocked Percival out.

“Theseus, holy mother of unicorns, stop that right now.“ Newt growled and rushed to Percival.

“B-But!“ Theseus babbled, pouting at the look Newt gave him.

“Congratulations, brother, you just knocked out my boyfriend.“

“Is he your boyfriend?“ Theseus said, blinking owlishly at Newt. “Then,“ Theseus was pouting again, his arms crossed on his chest in a childish gesture “I should’ve ended him on spot.“