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You Understand, Right? (Part 8): Unconvinced

Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader

Length: 1507+ words

TW: Fighting, and description of injuries

A/N: Things are picking up again! I’m still not sure how I want to end this series tbh- my first ending didn’t seem conclusive enough.

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!


As Castiel predicted, it took a while for him to track the vampire, even with Dean and Sam doing their best to contact anyone they know who could help. They had almost the entire hunter population in North America on this case. Dean insisted on having all the help they can so they could get this over with. He hated having Crowley hovering over them with a deal.

It was another week and a half, until Castiel managed to locate him. Dean and Sam immediately grabbed their stuff, ready to go. The two brothers made their way to the kitchen, where Y/N was sitting and reading yet another lore book.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re gonna go on a hunt,” Dean told her, not expecting her to respond. He knew better than anyone else that Y/N was in a different world when reading.

Her head snapped towards them, lowering her book slowly. “I want to come,” she said, surprising both boys. They both looked at her with widened eyes, then turned to each other in a silent conversation.

“Alright, sure I guess. Go pack your bag. We’ll be leaving in 10,” Dean said, ruffling her hair as he passed by.

“We should bring the Colt just in case,” Sam told Dean, who nodded in agreement. As his older brother went to grab the weapon, he turned his head to Y/N. “Are you sure you want to come with us?”

She nodded. “You might need backup.” Her voice wasn’t serious, but it wasn’t all too playful either. Still, it brought out a smile from the younger Winchester.


Dean came back waving the wrapped up gun in the air, a goofy smile on his face. “Got it.”

“Is that the Colt?” she asked, peering over to the gun.

“The one and only,” he replied with a huge grin.

She look at it with such curiosity before nodding. Once she finished packing her stuff, she went outside to the garage with her duffel bag slung over her shoulder.

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A Little Human Kindness, part 2


Part 1


Tagging @fashon72


The Winchesters looked up when you walked in. “How’s Lucifer?” Dean asked.

“He actually spoke to me this time.”

“What’d he say?” Sam asked, sitting forward.

“That he doesn’t want to see Chuck.” Your eyes darted to the man you’d heard about. He looked guiltily at the ground, a strange action for such a powerful man.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” Chuck said. “I need to give him his space. He’ll come around, I hope.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” Dean grumbled.

Chuck’s eyes darted to Dean before turning to you. “Will you let me know when he surfaces?”

“Uh, sure. But I don’t think that he’ll want to talk to you the minute he comes upstairs…”

“I will come when the time is right.”

The three of you watched as Chuck disappeared.

“Quite the godly line to exit on,” you noted.


You and the Winchesters were sitting in the living room the following night when the sound of footsteps startled you all. Lucifer crept through the hallway, stopping just at the doorway. The Winchesters slowly reached for hidden weapons while you smiled at Lucifer.

“You want to come watch TV, Lucifer?”

“Y/N,” Dean hissed. “What are you–”

“I was, uh… wondering…”


“If… there was perhaps anymore of that chicken from dinner…”

“Sure thing.” You stood, stepping over the stretched-out legs of the Winchesters. “Come with me.”

You led Lucifer down the hall to the kitchen. There, you pulled out a chair at the table for Lucifer before moving to the fridge, taking out containers of leftovers. “You want anything besides chicken?”

“Um… I’m good with whatever…”

You loaded up the plate with a bit of everything. Lucifer had looked a little thin when he’d come up from the shadows. If he was finally showing interest in the food, you would shove as much as possible down his throat.

In a loving way, of course.

When the microwave beeped, you set the full plate before Lucifer, alongside a glass of water. Lucifer dug in immediately, paying no mind to you as you sat across from him.

After a few moments, he glanced up, fork paused before his mouth. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“No need to apologize. I’m just glad to see you eating.”

Lucifer swallowed. “It’s… really good. Did you make it?”

You nodded. “My mom had me in the kitchen as soon as I was able to stir. And the Winchesters have been severely lacking in the ‘good food’ category, so my skills haven’t had time to rust.”

Lucifer poked around his plate for a moment. “Is my dad still around?”

“No, he left after stopping by the other day. He said he’d come back.”


“He just wants what’s best for you.”

Lucifer glared at you. “Yeah, and I’m sure he ‘didn’t mean to hurt me’ and ‘loves me unconditionally’ and every other parenting cliché in the book.”

You shrugged. “If I agree, is that considered blasphemy? Sacrilege?”

Lucifer smirked. “Well, those are two of my strong suits.”


Dean stepped into the library, finding both you and Sam at the table.

You looked up. “What’s with the face?”

“If you’re both here, who’s in the shower?”



“Well, I figured you wouldn’t appreciate him sitting around being grungy. Houseguests are usually more welcomed when they smell good.”

“Who said he was welcome? Or a guest?”

“Goddammit, Dean, why are you being such an ass?”

“Because Lucifer is in my shower!”

You stood, heading out of the library. “For once, I wish you could act like a normal human being.”


Lucifer stepped out of the bathroom, finding you waiting. “Oh. Was… did I take too long?”

“No. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I think I can handle a shower on my own. But thank you for your concern.”

You smiled. “Look, Dean is continuing to be an asshole, so I think it’s best if you stay out of his way.”

Lucifer nodded.

“So, you can stay in my room.”

“Where will you go?”

“One of the spare rooms. Or the couch. Who knows, one night I might get crazy and sleep under the table in the library.”

Lucifer’s brow creased. “I can’t kick you out of your own room.”

You shrugged. “It’s no big deal. It’ll be easier than trying to convince Dean to let you stay in one of the spare rooms.”

Lucifer sighed. “This doesn’t feel right.”

“It’s okay,” you said with a smile. “Promise.”

“Are you sure?”

“This is what friends do, Lucifer.”

Miracles Take Time part two

John sat and stared blankly at the computer screen, completely at a lost as to what to do. It had been almost two weeks since he had found the note on his refrigerator, two nightmarish weeks.

At first he had been overflowing with elation knowing that somewhere Sherlock was alive. The flat that so recently seemed to be a tomb was again full of light and promise now that Sherlock was not gone forever.  For almost a day he had been so filled with relief and joy that he couldn’t help but burst into fits of giggles, he knew it had worried Mrs Hudson no end. She had been up twice with tea despite it being a bad day for her hip, fussing and assuring him that everyone grieved in their own way and their own time. Only knowing that she would likely think he had gone completely around the bend  had stopped him from hugging the smaller woman and whispering in her ear that Sherlock would be back.

But as the first rush of happiness faded uncomfortable questions began to grow in his mind. When would Sherlock be back? Where was he now? What was he doing that required him to be dead? Knowing the man as he did John was sure that whatever he was doing it was likely very clever and stupidly dangerous. He would be out there all alone too, without John’s gun to back him up or John to remind him that however boring eating was still necessary or even to play Cludeo with him on danger nights. Sure Sherlock had been alive to write him that note but would he stay that way through whatever he was doing? And if he did really die would John ever know or would he just be left to forever wait for a friend who would never come back. Was Sherlock even now in trouble somewhere? Was he dead?

Slowly the uncertainty ate away at any joy he had found in the knowledge of Sherlock’s continued life.

He couldn’t sleep, had no interest in food, and took to pacing the floor of the sitting room as agitated as Sherlock had ever been in one of his strops imagining all the horrors his friend could be facing and all the fates he could meet and feeling his own powerlessness.

In a very real way it was worse than when he had thought Sherlock dead. For all his guilt over his failure to stop Sherlock from committing suicide and his despair at the empty life that stretched out all around him at least it had been over. The tragedy had happened and left John with the ability to pick up the pieces or not as he chose. Now though the game was on somewhere and all John could do was sit on his hands here at home unable to help. It was maddening.

That is why he sat now, his laptop at the ready, determined to find his friend where ever he was and go save the bloody git from himself. Unfortunately he had no idea how to get started.

He had thought about asking Mycroft point-blank but in the end he had reasoned that if Mycroft had known all along that Sherlock wasn’t dead he would continue to lie to John about it. If he didn’t know and could use his power and place to find Sherlock he probably wouldn’t share any information with John. Besides John wasn’t at all sure he would help his brother, not after the way he had been willing to sell Sherlock out to Moriarty.

The cursor blinking away in his browser bar seemed to be mocking his lack of technical proficiency. Tentatively he typed, “Sherlock Holmes death,” pulling up untold pages of results. Most were news articles, some reputable some from tabloid rags, about the death and the scandal leading up to it. In the weeks after his death John had positively avoided the news, unable to  listen to them dragging Sherlock’s name so gleefully through the mud. Now he wondered if somewhere in all that shite there would be a hint to lead him to where his friend had gone but the number of articles was overwhelming.

The sound of his phone receiving a text broke his concentration. Quietly he cursed whatever well-meaning person who was just checking in on him the text would surely be from, as if it was their fault he didn’t know where to start. Expecting to see Harry or even Ella’s name he was surprised to find the text was from an unknown number. Sliding his finger across the screen to unlock the phone he pulled up the message:

Stop looking for me, it will only make other people look as well.

A hot flare of guilt churned inside John at the terse words. In his own anxiety he had never stop to consider that people might be watching him, never thought that his need to help Sherlock might actually put him more at risk. He was embarrassed to realize that he had never tried to put himself in Sherlock’s shoes enough to wonder if he had a reason to let John believe that he was dead. If he had wanted John to come along he would had made it happen and if John respected his friend he would have to respect his choices too.

He took a deep steadying breath, then deleted the text and cleared his browser history.

John was a soldier and soldiers knew how to live from day to day, how to block out the uncertainty of a dangerous future. It was a lesson he would have to remember.

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Masquerade 2.1: The Birth of Red Mask

Nothing changes people more than other people. 

These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)

If you haven’t already, please read Masquerade II first !!

Summary: Join Red Mask in this flashback to find out what exactly happened in his past that led him to become the very alluring man we had grown to love so dearly. 

Park Jimin ft. other characters

High school au

Some fluff, some smut, a bit of comedy, a bit of angst

A/N: I made this drabble in first person so hopefully it’s not a bit weird. It’ll be told from Jimin’s POV because I wanted you all to get a little bit deeper inside his head and hear his hopefully somewhat relatable inner monologues, so I decided to stray from my usual POV style. Please read it as if you were listening to Jimin telling you this story! Enjoy! ^_^

Originally posted by 9taefox

            I wasn’t always Red Mask.

           Contrary to what I made everyone believe, I wasn’t always this charming, good looking, attractive, sexy, incredibly skilled –

           “PARK JIMIN, please get on with your flashback!”

           You get the gist.

           I wasn’t always the person that you’ve all met. In fact, I was pretty much different. I was naive and gullible. Unconfident and timid.

           Back in my younger days, I didn’t think much about love. Love and relationships, to me, were just some sort of rite of passage. Everybody would get love. Everybody that was older than me was in a relationship. And one day soon, it was going to be my turn.

           Love to me back then was probably what most children envisioned. The passion, the romance, the butterflies, the awkward moments that end up being romantic and cute anyway. The perfect girl was someone whose hair billowed in nonexistent wind when she walked into the room, and she would flash you a smile that would stop your world for a few seconds. And when your eyes locked, you both would know that you two were destined for each other.

           Love to me seemed so simple.

           Once two people liked each other, that was that. Happily ever after!

           So I fell in “love” constantly. I use quotation marks because who, at such a young age, could truly say they were in love with someone they hardly knew? Someone they fantasized about; someone they saw through a beauty filter; someone who they thought was perfect.

           I had many, many crushes. And while I was always a proponent of nice guys being the best choice, it never turned out that way.

           I was just average in all fields. I didn’t stand out particularly. I was decent looking, but not enough to turn heads. I still possessed some of my baby fat and I later found that that made me look more childish than attractive to others. While all the girls were sweet and friendly to me, I soon realized it was because I was harmless to them.

           They didn’t even consider me an option.

           I was always, always friend-zoned.

           But I didn’t give up. No, I just stepped up my game. I found things I was good at– dancing, drawing, singing– and I tried to use that to my advantage.

           You could say Red Mask was born from the culmination of rejections and excuses that I was given throughout my years. Every time I heard “I’m sorry I don’t think of you like that” or an “Oh you’re a great friend Jimin, but I don’t have feelings for you” or my favorite one, “Oh no. I really like your friend…does he know that you like me? Can you put in a good word for me?”, I began losing my ideals and beliefs about love. That foolish yet elusive feeling.

           I became frustrated. What was I lacking? What was not good enough about me? People who I considered less talented and less good looking than me were getting girlfriends, why was I asking all the wrong ones out? Why wouldn’t anyone give me a chance??

           But then in high school, someone finally did.

           Let’s call her Temptress.

           Because she was seduction personified. She was one of the girls that bloomed early and filled in her uniform well. She walked with dignified confidence, with her large chest out and a bright smile. She knew that the boys went crazy when she smoothed her fingers through her hair, and she would lock eyes with you if you were staring, just to fluster you. Even the girls befriended her out of envy.

           She was the alpha female of my class.

           And like most of the guys in the school, I immediately fell for her.

           I gave her homework when and if she forgot it, which was often. I let her copy off my tests just so she would flash me one of her smiles and nudge me while saying, “Thanks, stud!”. I literally melted into my seat whenever she called me that.

           Eventually, I confessed that I liked her, expecting to get rejected of course, but I just couldn’t hold my feelings in anymore.

           "I like you!“ I yelled as I handed her a bouquet of roses.

           She smiled sweetly and took the flowers out of my grip. I perked up expectantly.

           "Jimin.” she called as she cupped my chin with one hand so I could look up at her.

           I gulped. “Yes?”

           "Have you ever been with a girl?“

           I, of course, being the honest, innocent kid I was, shook my head. "Never.”

           "So you’ve never…kissed anyone before?“

           She traced my lips with her delicate fingers and my heart was racing faster than an ambulance at this point. No girl had ever been this close to me, much less touched my face. It was almost always a light smack on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude or a reflex if they were laughing at something funny.

           "N-n-no.” I stammered foolishly and then mentally kicked myself for being so uncool.

           "Aww…“ she pouted. "Poor Jiminnie.”

           She leaned closer to my face, and I can honestly remember my eyes bulging out of its sockets. I wasn’t prepared. Yes, I had fantasized kissing girls more often than I’d like to admit, and in middle school, I embarrassingly tried teaching myself by watching videos and kissing pillows, but obviously those never prepared me for the real life event.

           I panicked as ten thousand plans and questions ran through my mind.

           Should I stick my lips out? Did she want tongue? What the hell do I even do with my tongue when it’s in there? (Videos don’t really show us what’s happening in there, you know, for aesthetic purposes.)

           Oh my goodness, did I brush my teeth? What did I eat for lunch? Oh no, do I have bad breath? What if she hates it after this? What if I’m TERRIBLE? How should I move my lips? Is it slow? Fast? What is slow or fast? Should I just run? What if she’s not even kissing me and I’m freaking myself out? Oh wait, I should close my eyes. Right, that’s step one.

           So I shut my eyes tightly and pursed my lips out.

           And she chuckled.

           I felt my cheeks warm up immediately. Well, chuckling was definitely not what I expected to happen in this situation. Did I screw up already?

           "You’re so cute, Park Jimin.“

           The Temptress called me CUTE. I was literally soaring, having an out of body experience.

           "Relax and follow me.” she whispered.

           Surprisingly, she didn’t back away. She simply traced my lips again to relax me and I felt my knees buckle with the sensation. Suddenly, I felt her soft lips against mine, and I pushed forward eagerly. She pulled back and laughed.

           "I told you to follow me.“ she repeated. "I’ll show you how to kiss.”

           My heart was beating rapidly. The most popular and gorgeous girl at my school just KISSED me and she’s KISSING ME AGAIN. She leaned back in and this time, I closed my eyes slowly, and took in the full feeling of her lips.

           It was steady at first. Like what little kids do to each other because they were mimicking their parents. Lip to lip, we stood there for a few seconds not moving, but despite the lack of action, I still felt my entire being tingling. Then without warning, she parted my lips with hers and slipped her lips into the space between easily. She grabbed arms and pulled our bodies flush together. I literally felt like I was on fire.

           The kiss was a bit…wetter…than I had imagined it to be. And there were no big fireworks or angels singing or anything, but damn did it feel good, especially with her breasts squishing into my chest.

           I was a hormonal teenager (but I guess that much hasn’t changed about me) and I felt my male instincts being enflamed. I followed her lead clumsily. Our teeth clashed together a lot because I really had no idea about the spatial awareness between our lips, or anything for that matter. I was just so enthused about being kissed by my crush that all I could think about was keeping my lips on hers forever. Kindly, she didn’t scold me or make fun of my lack of skill. She just pulled back a bit, adjusting herself, and kept on kissing me until I found the proper rhythm.

           Every time I made a mistake, I would apologize, but she would hear none of it and just grab my face to go back at it again. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to grab her waist, and as if I had passed the first round boss, she gave me a reward that caused my knees to buckle immediately. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and slid against mine.

           OH. That’s what it did.

           "Oh Jimin.“ she cracked up as I literally gasped for air and stumbled back. I had lost all ability to breathe with the new sensation. Frankly, everything about the moment was overwhelming.

           Here was a beautiful girl kissing me…a lot. And not to mention that I had had the biggest crush on her for a year now. I had my first kiss and my first French kiss on the same day with the hottest girl I had ever seen.

           Talk about saving my luck.

           "Breathe Jimin. You did good.” she smiled and patted my back. “Would you like to learn more things from me?”

           My eyes widened. Was that her way of saying yes? Who was I to turn that offer down?

           "Yes, please.“ I squeaked out breathlessly.

           "Perfect.” She kissed me deeply and I swear I almost fainted on the spot. “I’ll meet you here, same time, tomorrow?”

           Obviously, I showed up bright-eyed and eager to learn the very next day. Maybe a little too eager because I showed up an hour early.

           But anyway, for an entire two weeks, we made out constantly after school. Each day, I learned new techniques by following her lead. And soon, I was pulling her moves out on her and she would become more aggressive. Until one day, on our third week of us being girlfriend and boyfriend, she invited me over her house.

           Boy, I was REALLY not prepared for what she had in mind.

           Shakily, I rang her doorbell, holding my books to my chest tightly. When the door swung open, she welcomed me wearing a thin, satin robe that left nothing to the imagination. My grip slackened and my books scattered onto the ground as I gulped. Immediately, my hands flew in front of my face to cover my eyes.

           "Wh-wha– I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have come so early before you got to change!“ I panicked.

           Temptress chuckled and pried my hands away from my face. My eyes respectfully stared above her head, not wanting to gawk at her clearly exposed body. I had never seen a naked girl in real life before. Sure, there were magazines and videos…but it was like watching a movie or reading a book. But this…this was beyond anything I had imagined, my body was hyperaware of all her curves and I found myself wondering how soft women actually felt.

           I shook my head and turned around, embarrassed as she bent down to pick up my books. Her cleavage was deep and the sides of her breasts were peeking out from the thin fabric.

           "You’re so cute Jimin.” she giggled. “Come in. I’ve been waiting for you like this.”

           I stepped inside backwards, still not wanting to rake my eyes over her body, in fear that I would do something she didn’t like.

           "I-I thought we were just going to do homework and watch TV together.“ I stumbled a little.  

           "No Jimin.” she chuckled as she grabbed my shoulders to turn me around. “When a girl invites you over after making out with you several times, they most likely mean they want to have sex with you.”


           "Yes. Please tell me you’ve at least HEARD of sex, my innocent little nugget.” she squeezed my cheeks.

           "Of course I have…I just…well… I thought we’d at least…you know love each other before thinking about that.“

           "Oh Jimin.” she shook her head and threw off her satin robe boldly. “So are you saying you don’t want to have sex with me?”

           I felt my cock twitch as my eyes were now fully allowed to peruse her body. Nothing compared to seeing a real, live, lingerie-clad female in front of me.

           "Can I?“ I reached my hand out towards her breasts curiously.

           "Please.” She took my hands and put both of them on each boob.

           "Oh my gosh.“ I gasped as I just cupped them awkwardly; my hand a little stiff, like they would pop if I pressed too hard. "Now what do I do?”

           "Massage them Jimin.“

           "Um…okay…” I moved my hands in small circles.

           "Jimin, they’re not going to break, massage hard.“ she guided my hands. "Make me feel good.”


           I was sure my entire face and neck was red. Was it out of embarrassment? Out of excitement? I couldn’t exactly remember the emotion that overwhelmed me at that point. But regardless, I had never seen, much less touched a real breast before and there I was, massaging two for the first time. I hadn’t even gotten this far in my research on women.

           "Come here, Jimin.” she whispered, tilting my chin up so she could swipe her tongue across my lip.

           I moaned as her lips traveled down to my neck, as it usually did when our make out sessions escalated passionately. As a reaction, my hands worked her breast hard. My thumb accidentally swiped across her nipple through the see-through lacy fabric and I felt myself harden when she breathed desperately into my neck. Enlightened, I repeated the motion and found that it had her react in the best way. She nipped at my neck and brought her hips closer to my erection. So mustering my courage, I began drawing small circles around her nipples gently. She began grinding into me, her voice breathy and needy.

           "Come with me.“ she grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Get on the bed.”

           I nodded meekly. I was unprepared, but there was no way I was going to break this series of events. She wanted me. She wanted to have sex with me. Something I had only dreamt about. Something I thought I wouldn’t get to experience until much, much later in life.

           I lay on the bed and watched her shut her door softly. She had a supple ass, round and perky, and her legs were fairly toned. If I remember correctly, she was an athlete of sorts. My thoughts stopped short when I watched her hands come up behind her to unclip her bra. My mouth immediately became dry and there was a fire of need brewing in my lower region. My pants suddenly felt too restricting.

           "Would you like to taste?“ she smirked, probably seeing the way I was gawking at her like a starving child.

           All I could do was nod and she climbed over me. My eyes were wide with awe as she lowered her breasts in front of my face. What was I supposed to do?

           "Have a taste.” she urged.

           "Um…“ I looked around nervously. "Is like…milk going to come out or something?”

           She threw her head back and laughed. I felt myself press my body further into her bed, ashamed.

           "No, Jimin.“ she looked down at me amused. "But it’s going to make me feel really good.”

           "Um so…like…“ I nervously stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple.

           Her body reacted almost instantaneously. She sighed and her elbows buckled a little. I felt empowered so I did the same thing.

           "Suck on it, please.” she pleaded and I covered as much of her breast with my mouth. “The other hand, play with my other one.”

           I followed her instructions obediently, and watched in surprise as those simple actions had her whispering my name and rolling her hips into mine. What was this magic?

           "I’m so wet for you Jimin.“ she hummed.

           I raised an eyebrow. Wet? Did that mean I was using too much saliva on her boobs? But it didn’t sound like a bad thing.

           As if seeing my confusion, she chuckled and pulled herself out of my mouth.

           "I’m wet for you down there.” she explained.


           I gulped as she tugged her panties down and rolled over on her back beside me.

           "Would you like to feel?“

           I nodded, my words still failing me.

           "Give me your hand.” I did so, and she guided my fingers lower and lower…until I felt something sticky and warm. I flinched a little. What the heck was that?

           "That’s how good you made me feel.“ she smiled. "I’ll show you how to make me scream your name and beg for more.”

           I blinked. Those words flustered me, but something inside me really wanted to hear her screaming my name and begging for me, so I moved down so I could see her entrance clearly. It wasn’t as attractive as I thought it’d be. A valley of pink folds lay in front of my fingers, and I had no idea what to do about them.

           She still held my hand, guiding my thumb over a certain part of herself and she gently had me rub it. She winced and moaned, throwing her head back. I panicked, thinking that I was hurting her, but she gripped my wrist to continue. Worriedly and carefully, I continued as she writhed under my touch.

           "Put a finger inside me.“ she instructed.

           I furrowed my brows. "Where…uh… ”

           She smiled and grabbed my index finger, pushing it into one of her holes as I spazzed out at the tightness. Something was clenching around my finger and I was afraid to go any further inside. Just how far did this go? It was a weird feeling. My finger felt like they had just dipped themselves in a narrow jar of thinned out honey.

           But she shoved my finger inside and cried out. My cheeks were flushed because as scared as I was that she was in pain, her noises were turning me on. My boxers were soaked already just from how she sounded and looked. She hadn’t even touched me yet. I shivered at the thought.

           "Push in and out.“ She panted, and I began moving my finger in and out of her hole, mesmerized by the way my finger disappeared and reappeared; by the way she clutched the sheets and bucked her hips up at the command of my index finger. "Add another.”

           "But–“ I protested. There was no way another finger would fit.

           "Do it…please.” she begged.

           Did she like pain? I pushed both my index and middle finger inside her and found her stretching accordingly to the size, much to my surprise. She yelped loudly.

           "Oh my god, Jimin.“

           I decided that I very much loved hearing that phrase, in that manner, in that tone. I smirked and began pushing in and out of her with my finger.

           "Jimin…” she heaved. “Remember that place where you rubbed your thumb before?”

           I nodded as I concentrated on my fingers staying in the proper hole, maintaining the proper rhythm.

           "I need your tongue there.“

           I looked at her in disbelief. She wanted my tongue…where?

           "My tongue?”

           "Yes, taste me. Please.“

           My ears warmed at her request, but I couldn’t refuse. I licked my lips nervously. Was it edible? Would I die? Would I gag? Would she taste okay? I flicked my tongue out and pretended like I was licking ice cream; my fingers still continuing their motion.

           "Mmm…” I hummed. She didn’t taste bad at all. It was soft. It kind of felt like a small version of her lips. Her hips began moving wildly as my tongue worked its way again.

           "Oh my gosh. Yes. Like that.“ she moaned and it ignited my confidence. My body took over, wanting to taste every inch of her nether region, wanting to see how deep my fingers went. Suddenly, I felt myself being ripped from the steady motion, only to have her tongue enter my mouth. The thought of her tasting herself was a bit nauseating, but I shoved that thought away when I felt her unzipping my pants.

           "Wh-wha–” I was flustered and climbed off the bed nervously.

           "I need to return the favor.“ she grinned as she approached me, and pulled down my pants, boxers and all, in one motion.

           I covered my cock timidly. I felt so exposed. I was worried about what she thought of my body.

           "Hands off.” she swatted them away as she knelt down, and stared at me hungrily.

           Was that a good or bad thing?

           Then she opened her mouth and dipped her head down my entire length. I stumbled backwards slightly, but her grip on my hip steadied me. My eyes rolled back at the wave of pleasure that had just coursed through my body.

           "Oh…oh my…“ I moaned as she bobbed her head back and forth.

           I looked down and felt like I was about to faint at the sight. For some reason, it was extremely hott. She was on her knees in front of me, humming happily as she pleasured me expertly. And to top it off, this wasn’t a dream. It was reality. She was sucking me off and enjoying it. And when she added her tongue to the mix, my hand instinctively grabbed her head and slammed myself deeper into her throat. Then I realized what I was doing.

           "I’m so sor–”

           "Do it again.“ she looked up at me in pure delight. "I liked it.”

           She covered my length again and I bucked into her, gripping her hair tightly to keep my sanity. I needed more. I wanted more. This felt so good, it was indescribable. I was addicted. But just when I thought it was already wonderful enough, she pulled away and stated something that had me leaking shamefully.

           "I need you inside me.“

           When I agreed with her using a subtle nod, she handed me a condom wrapper, "Here. I’m not planning to get pregnant anytime soon, so I always have some protection on me.”

           I nodded understandably and fumbled to open it with much difficulty. I must’ve looked extremely foolish because she gently ripped it open for me. With my hands shaking, I took the rubber and tried to line it with the tip of my cock, but it kept missing. I was growing anxious by the second.

           "Relax.“ she guided my hands and I was able to roll it down easily.

           I took a deep breath. I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this was all happening.

           "Since it’s your first time, how about I top for now?”

           "Top what?“ I tilted my head inquisitively.

           She looked at me amused. "Lay on the bed, Jimin.”

           I got back into the sea of blankets, my heart racing incredibly fast. I was dazed and beyond myself. I wanted the pleasure back, the high that I was climbing to a few minutes ago with her mouth around my dick. I felt the bed dip a few seconds later and she soon straddled me. Her warmth was right above my cock and my breathing became labored as she pushed herself down. I groaned and grabbed her thighs tightly. What was this feeling of unrivaled pleasure and electricity? My blood rushed downwards and I was sweating profusely. This had to be illegal.

           But I was wrong.

           When she started riding me, first slowly then roughly, THAT was illegal. Embarrassingly though, I finished quickly, releasing myself before she even built up to her climax. But she didn’t press further; she slid off of me with a satisfied smile.

           "It happens during your first time. Don’t worry.“ she cuddled beside me after I had thrown the condom out and plopped onto the bed. I was extremely sleepy and exhausted for some reason. I hadn’t even done much, but it felt like I had worked out intensely. "We’ll be doing this a lot more often and you’ll be great.”

           She whispered into my ear as I was lulled into sleep.

           And she was true to her word. Every time we met up, it would end up with our bodies tangled in her bed, sweaty and panting. She taught me a lot, and I learned a lot about women and my own body from our sessions. We hardly saw each other in school, but knowing that we had a set time to meet up afterwards, made it all better. I mean, girlfriends and boyfriends didn’t HAVE to be attached to each other all day. Although, I did really want to walk to class holding her hand, flaunting that I, Park Jimin, was dating the Temptress.

           But I soon found that I had been deluding myself all along.

           I decided to search for her during lunch time one day. I had seen her walk out with one of the popular guys so I followed her, worried that he would ask her out or something like that. I lost their track, so I wandered around. They were heading towards the bleachers for some reason so I perused the area. I was about to give up when I heard a very familiar moan coming from underneath the bleachers.

           Nervously, I journeyed there and found the popular guy rocking into her roughly while she grinned, her face painted with pleasure. I stood there in horror. I knew I should’ve ran. I knew I shouldn’t have stared, but I was floored. What was she doing? Why was she looking so happy to have someone else inside her? Why?

           They both finished and only then did she notice me.

           "Oh. Jimin. Hi!“ She beamed as she patted down her skirt. She dangerously had no underwear underneath, but it had given the other man easy access. "Did you want some to? It’ll be easy to slip inside me now.”

           I stared at her, nearing tears.

           "Why…what’re you…“ I couldn’t form any coherent sentences because I was so overwhelmingly upset.

           "Oh honey. Did you really think I was your girlfriend?” she chuckled as she walked over to me.

           "But you kissed me and we had…“ I leaned over to whisper (because I thought it was such a taboo word at the time). ”…sex.“

           "Oh Jimin.” she looked at me sympathetically. “I felt sorry for you. It was clear you were new to everything and I wanted to help you out.”

           "What? But the sex…you said I was amazing. It felt amazing!“

           "Oh sweetie.” She giggled as the popular guy approached her, giving her a warm embrace from behind. “Sex feels amazing even when you don’t love someone. And most of the time, people don’t do it for love anymore. That’s so old fashioned. And if you wanted it to be so special, don’t you think you should’ve been more careful about who you had your first time with?”

           She cupped my face gently, and I was torn between chucking her hand away, having seen her touching another man with it, and holding onto it tightly, afraid that the only girl who had ever shown interest in me would disappear.

           "You have a lot of potential, Jimin. I sensed it in you all along. Out of all the guys I taught, your skills genuinely turned me on. And if you’re looking to learn more in the bedroom, you know how to reach me. I really think you would be fantastic in bed with more lessons. But let’s make it clear that this doesn’t mean we’re in a relationship, okay?“

           I hung my head down, mind blown. In those few minutes, my entire notion of love and sex was shattered. But I nodded. If there was one thing I understood from everything she said, it was that she didn’t love me at all.

           But I refused to believe that she didn’t like me.

           I remained naive and foolish, and I continued to go for lessons at her house, doing my best to learn how to please her, reveling in the way she focused on just me when my fingers or my dick was inside her. Just for that moment in time, I wanted to believe that she was attracted to me, that if I could show her just how amazing I was in bed, she wouldn’t need to go to anyone else. I was determined to make her fall for me, by being the best of her pupils.  

           But one day, my plans were foiled.

           "Jimin. We have to stop this.” She smiled warmly. She had asked to see me after school and I thought we were going to try something new excitedly. But she had actually called me out to sever whatever it was that we were doing. “I found someone that I want to keep forever.”

           "What?“ I felt the wind get knocked out of me.

           "I have a boyfriend now, and you’ve honestly learned everything I could teach you and mastered it.” she grinned as she caressed my cheek. “I am so proud of you.”

           In anger, I slapped her hand away and sprinted from her, ignoring her calling my name. If she had wanted a boyfriend, why hadn’t she chosen me? If she had wanted to be in a stable relationship, I was always there, waiting for her. I was infuriated and couldn’t see which way I was going so I ended up bumping into someone in the middle of the hallway.

           In my rage and pain, only one thought coursed through me –I wanted to feel someone want me, even if it was forcefully. The girl looked up at me surprised as I stared at her. She was pretty. So I grabbed her face and pressed my lips against hers. She struggled a bit, but soon relaxed and kissed me back.

           "Do you want to have sex with me?“ I breathed desperately against her lips.

           Surprisingly, she nodded, blushing profusely. So I took her to an empty classroom and pleasured her the only way I knew how. I touched her the way the Temptress enjoyed, finding that it wasn’t just specific to her; it worked on girls in general. I was prepared with a condom, and I released my frustrations and desires into this girl, who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But she had agreed without questions, so I just let go and did what I wanted until we were both satisfied.

           "Wow…that was great…” the girl heaved as she slipped back into her uniform.

           "Yeah. Thanks. I needed to just get that out of my system.“ I ruffled my hair.


           "Thanks for that.“ I smiled at her.

           "Wait…you didn’t have feelings for me?”

           "Oh…no. I’m not even sure who you are.“ I blinked.

           In the next second, I felt a sting on my cheek, and it didn’t dawn on me until a few seconds after that I had just gotten slapped.

           "We’ve been in the same class for years you asshole!” She hissed and ran out of the classroom, leaving me stunned, but not feeling guilty in the slightest.

           It was her fault for making assumptions, just as it was mine with Temptress. 

          So with renewed vigor, I pursued Temptress seriously this time around. My pride and my social standing didn’t matter anymore as long as it ended with me getting her. I professed my love to her childishly and boldly. In front of school, in the middle of school, after school. I showered her with roses, made her lunch, anything that I could think of to have her look my way.

           But she soon had enough.

           "I need you to stop this, Jimin. I will never be with you. You need to get over me and move on.“ Temptress crossed her arms angrily.

           "You’re the only girl I ever wanted to be with. I wanted the person I shared my first time with to be my one and only. I truly believe that we’re meant to be.” I confessed desperately.

           "Jimin, whatever you think we were is only in your head. I was seeing about five other guys while we were having lessons. And I slept with someone right after you left my house every single time we had sex.“ she admitted.

           I gawked at her, not believing what I was hearing. I really wasn’t the only one. I never was the only one.

           "Jimin. You’re forcing your ideals and desires on me when you don’t know the first thing about me. And besides, love hurts. So why bother with it? Sex is enough to keep me happy. I don’t want anything other than that. It’s too much.”

           "But you have a boyfriend?“

           She laughed. "Yeah. He’s hott, fantastic in bed, and rich, but I don’t love him. I do want to keep him as long as I can though.”

           I collapsed on my knees, overwhelmed.

           "Goodbye Jimin.“

           As she walked away, I felt my world crashing down and I wondered if everybody around me was actually the person I was seeing. Did everyone have a darker side to them? Did everyone feel this nonchalant about hurting someone else? Did everyone think of love as something so trivial and unnecessary? Was I not worth loving?

           I was filled with doubts and trust issues. I was terrified of getting hurt again. Day after day, I was traumatized by past memories and the unknown future, all the times that I had gotten rejected.

           To make matters worse, the girl that had turned out to be in the same class as me, had told everyone about how I had used her. I was permanently labeled as a playboy and gossips ravaged that I toyed with women’s feelings, that my nice facade had all been an act to get close enough to use them for their body. 

           I was isolated, bullied, and looked down upon. The girls that had been so nice to me before distanced themselves and began looking at me with wary eyes constantly, like I had betrayed them, when in truth, it was I that had been betrayed. 

           And finally, one day, as I stared at myself in the mirror, it all clicked. A switch was flipped inside me, and I smirked at my reflection. I had had enough of it all.

           "Fine. If it’s a playboy they see,” I combed my hair up, exposing my forehead. “then a playboy they’ll get. Park Jimin doesn’t need love. Sex is enough to make me happy.”

           I accepted my fate, and became the bad boy openly. Once I embraced that side of myself, I realized that women fell and swooned for me. I had the power of seduction at my fingertips all along, but I had been suppressing it, believing that nice guys were what girls wanted. Even women thought they wanted good guys, yet they still found themselves magnetized towards the bad boys for some reason.

           No longer was I friend zoned. No longer was I not seen as an option. No longer did I take a backseat to all the other guys. No longer did I set myself up to get hurt.

           Until of course, I fell in love with someone just as excellent in bed and just as attractive as I was. And it made me realize that I no longer wanted to live that kind of life and be that kind of person. So now, here I am with a successful job and a beautiful girlfriend who I am insanely in love with. And hell, I have the best sex life ever!

           Yet, when I received an ominous letter, I sat in my living room, staring at it in horror; the flood of negative emotions coming back to me. Three simple words froze time and whisked me back to the days when I was the most vulnerable, to the days that had started it all, to the days that had given birth to Red Mask: High School Reunion.


The Science Fair

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Peter Parker X Reader / Tony Stark X Daughter! Reader
request from @jessie-ohler “ Can I have a tony stark x daughter!reader and Peter Parker x reader? You can have whatever you want in it.”

Reader is Tony Stark’s Daughter and best friends with Peter Parker. Things start to get really interesting when Peter asks the reader to be his partner for the Science Fair, when what he really wanted all along was to be her boyfriend! 

(Written with Tom Holland Spiderman in mind but could just as easily be Andrew Garfield or your favorite Spiderman. Not my gif.)

“Hey Stark, wait up!” You’d been rushing through the halls trying to get to your next class on time when your best friend called out to you. Peter Parker had been your best friend since your Freshman year of high school together. He was always dropping things and fumbling around at school but what he lacked in social skills he more than made up for with his genius IQ. “Sorry to keep you,” He apologized. “But I was wondering if you’d be my partner for the Science Fair?”

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with you wanting to come over and borrow my dad’s state of the art lab again, would it?” You winked at him.

“W-what?” He stammered. “No! I mean maybe a little. But we had so much fun the last time!”

“The last time when we almost burned the place down?” You reminded him.

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[TRANS] Bazaar June 2017 Park Hyungsik Interview


Park Hyungsik calmly walked into the Hawaiian nature where sun, wind, fog, and sudden showers changed one another in unparalleled fashion like special effects. A full-fledged 26-year-old actor, who is slowly discovering the taste of acting, without a touch of fear or hesitation explored the unfamiliar world. The diverse Park Hyungsik’s prism that radiates between an innocent boyish face and a wild manly appearance. —-By Editor Kim Areum

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I'm here to ask about your 20's starwars au. Tell me everything.... (please)

(Ok real quick- seriously thank you to every single person who sent me an ask about this, I could cry.)

ALRIGHT! I tried to write down all the ideas I’d had so far and of course during that process I got about 100 MORE ideas, and basically this has gotten entirely out of hand and I apologize for how long this is going to wind up (and my lack of writing skills…). I don’t even have a solid ending figured out, just a bunch of plot points, so feel free to run with this in whatever direction you would like!

20s STAR WARS!! (starting with a lil background)

  • Finn- a cop, eternally stuck on station duty.
    • Joined the force because he wanted to help people
    • The other officers don’t like him very much
  • Poe- ex-military pilot from the Great War, turned infamous Moonshine Runner for the Resistance.
    • Can drive anything (including a squad car)
    • Also BB-8 is a corgi because that is still the perfect equivalent
    • Wears his old miltary bomber jacket all the time (the jacket)
  • Rey- homeless, (maybe?) orphan? Grade-A badass.
    • Good at fighting- has had to fight her whole life (could probably kick both Finn and Poe’s ass)
    • Ultimately the Resistance takes her in and trains her to be a spy


  • Mid 1920s, prohibition has passed and is going strong.
  • The First Order are the police
    • As it turns out, most of the officers from the precinct where Finn works are dirty, taking payments from the Mafia to ensure safe transit of their alcohol and to turn a blind eye when needed.
    • They’re also using Mafia money to rig local elections.
  • The Resistance runs a rival underground alcohol smuggling business and several speakeasies.
    • Most likely the biggest threat to the Mafia’s alcohol business
    • The Resistance essentially runs their business trying to counter the movements of the corrupt police and Mafia; so trying to keep elections fair, trying to find enough evidence to expose the dirty cops, etc.
    • They also hire a lot of Great War vets who have trouble finding employment elsewhere
  • Poe is the best/fastest/sneakiest Moonshine Runner for the Resistance
    • He’s been with them since he got back from the war and couldn’t seem to find a place where he belonged anymore
    • He’s in charge of all the other runners and probably hangs out in the main Resistance speakeasy a lot where Leia tends to be as well
  • Poe get arrested- the police manage to get him when he doubled back to help one of Leia’s contacts escape from a (Mafia-funded) raid on a Resistance speakeasy.
  • Finn sees Poe get brought in and is impressed at Poe’s calm demeanor despite looking like he’d been through several bar fights
  • Finn winds up overhearing a couple of other cops talking about what they’re going to do with the alcohol they found in Poe’s car- he listens long enough to realize how deeply involved the police are in Mafia business
  • Finn only ever wanted to help people, so the moment he realizes his precinct’s interests lie elsewhere he decides to spring Poe from jail and get the heck out
    • Finn and Poe steal a squad car and escape, but are quickly pursued because surprisingly a squad car doesn’t make for a very stealthy escape
  • Poe gives Finn his bomber jacket as they drive away so he can take off the Police uniform (in order to not draw attention to themselves when they reach their destination)
  • They soon realize the chase isn’t going to end while they’re still in a squad car, and Poe decides the best way to ditch the car is to drive it where the police can’t easily follow- aka Poe decides to drive the squad car off a bridge
  • They jump out of the car before it hits the surface of the water, but the shock dazes Finn, who loses track of Poe and nearly drowns
  • He’s pulled out of the water by an incredulous Rey, who was taking shelter underneath the bridge they drove off, she makes sure he’s alive before going back in for Poe
  • They find Poe, but he’s in bad shape and won’t wake up- Finn and Rey agree to try and track down the Resistance to get some help for him BUT they have no idea where that is
  • Ultimately through a series of lucky clues (like an address in the bomber jacket’s pocket) they manage to find a resistance hideout that’s able to take Poe in (and don’t question Finn and Rey hanging out a bit longer as well, seeing as how neither of them really has a place to go anymore)
  • Finn and Rey wind up staying and working with the resistance on undercover reconnaissance missions (think “super-fancy-beautiful-roaring-20s-parties-with-awesome-fancy-outfit” type missions) trying to gather enough evidence to take down the police
    • (This is when Finn wears tuxedos and Rey wears flapper dresses and Poe sneaks around in suspenders and drives the getaway car)
  • Do they expose the police?? Do they get into shootouts with the Mafia??? MAYBE!?


  • Kylo Ren joined the police back before Prohibition to try to impress his parents but after the bill was passed the other officers on the force convinced him the only way he was ever going to advance was going to be through working with the Mafia like them
  • Please imagine Finn cracking a safe while Poe is lookout, and when the safe swings open after only a few moments’ work Finn smiles up at Poe and Poe curses and thinks to himself “Who the hell is this kid?!”
  • Rey claiming the sawed off shotgun immediately because in all honesty she’ll be the one to put it to the best use. She also manages to turn almost anything into a weapon.
  • Poe and Finn on late night stakeouts huddled together in Poe’s car…
  • Rey and Finn becoming unwitting darlings of the roaring 20s night scene as their appearances at parties become more and more frequent
  • Finn getting shot in a shootout with the Mafia and Poe managing to get him into his car and out of the mess, Finn refusing to go to a hospital for fear they may let the police know he’s there and would come to arrest him, Poe rushing him as fast as possible to a resistance-friendly doctor
  • Poe taking Finn on one of his late night moonshine runs just to show off (even if he wouldn’t admit it…), Finn smiling and laughing and having the greatest time of his life because he feels so ALIVE

I’m constantly suffering. I’m sure I’ll get a million more ideas the moment I post this but I’m exhausted and this is already out of control. 

And, three days later, it’s finally done! Mild spoiler if you haven’t finished this game but, yeah, you were going to find out sooner or later.

Saeyoung: Whoa!!! .+゚*。:゚+╰(✧∇✧╰)

Saeran: … 

Saeyoung: Is that…

Saeyoung: A galaxy cake?!?!?!?!?! .+゚*。:゚+ ╰(✧∇✧╰)

Saeran: Are you that blind? 

Saeran: What else could it be-

Saeyoung: *chuckles* (゚艸゚`*)

Saeran: No

Saeran: Don’t even-

Saeyoung: Is it because we’re- 

Saeran: Don’t say it, Saeyoung. I’m warning you. 

Saeyoung: … out of this world?  ꉂ (′ ॢꇴ ॢ‵๑))

Saeran: … (눈_눈)

On the inside though, Saeran is probably like ( ノ `Д´)ノ.:・┻┻)`з゜)・:゙; 

Apologies for the shoddy coloring. I’m horrible at coloring and I was rushing to finish this so I could go back to studying contract law. OTL

Anyway, belated happy birthday to these sweet twins. ヽ(´ω`○)ノ.+゚*。:゚+

As for you, lovely person (or possible porn bot) seeing this post right now, I hope you enjoy (*cough* enchoi *cough*) today as much as I imagine these two would have. ♥ ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )

Here’s the preview version, in case, you’d prefer to see that rather than this because my atrocious lack of coloring skills ruined everything.

fierce-and-little  asked:

Allright, the time has come to request this! Balem teaching reader how to dance and just one big giant fluffsplosion!

You got it! ❤️


Imagine: Balem teaching you how to dance.

The music flowed beautifully through the grand room, and try as you might your feet didn’t exactly do the same. You spun on the tips of your toes, trying to capture the essence of the song but it just wasn’t working. You were never perfect at this sort of thing. In all honesty, you were about as uncoordinated as they come. But, when Lady Kalique had mentioned a ball you were eager to impress a certain angsty lord. However, as the days flew by you realized that was highly unlikely. Your dancing hasn’t even improved, in fact it may have gotten worse.


You stalled in your movements, resting your forehead against the large pillar as you collected your thoughts. It seemed near pathetic that you went this far just to gain the attention of Balem. Even if you were a perfect dancer you still had doubts of turning his head. He was a notoriously hard man to please, and after being one of his servants for years you learned that very quick. Not that he was ever cruel to you, he just didn’t seem particularly open either. There was moments, brief though they were, that you noticed his gaze upon you. Like he was trying hard to stare into your soul, but every time you glanced back he turned away, a look of disinterest on his features.

“Why is this so hard?”

You sighed, puffing out your cheeks in frustration. All these royals made it seem so easy. Though after being brought up with famous tutors you weren’t surprised. They had the talent for it anyway, whereas you weren’t sure you could even pull off a basic dance.

“Okay…this isn’t so hard. I can do this…yep.”

With all the fake confidence in the world you composed yourself, walking back to the middle of the room as you held your arms out. You turned slowly on your heels, closing your eyes as you imagined the very man who took your heart holding you. Everything seemed slower then, like you were finally getting the moves down but as you twirled around you caught yourself on your own feet and you squeaked awkwardly as you fell forward.

Just as you accepted the fact you’d hit the floor hard, gentle arms caught your body, and the cold of metal fell against your cheek.

“You’re neglecting your duties to do…”

Balem looked around the room, then back to you, raising his eyebrow in wonder. “I’m assuming this is what you consider dancing.”

A blush crept across your cheeks, and you slowly looked up from his chest, meeting his stern gaze. “Lord Balem….”

The First Primary was clad in golden armor, his usual outfit for meetings or parties. He looked the picture of a ruler, and if possible your cheeks heated up even more at the sight of him.


The words wouldn’t come out, and you tried hard to explain yourself but with him holding you in his arms like that, and staring down at you with those charming green eyes it was nearly impossible to speak.

You watched as his eye twitched softly, a sign that usually said he was losing his patience. With a quick push at his chest you moved away, curtsying and apologizing for your behavior.

“My apologies, my lord. I’ll attend to my duties right away.”

As you turned to run out of the hall, his hand grabbed yours, pulling you back towards him until he spun you gracefully around. Your back met his chest, and he had your hand lifted perfectly up in the start position of the usual dance that meant the beginning of the ball.

“I will not have the entirety of the universe laugh at my house for its lack of skill.”


You were confused, or flustered, you weren’t quite sure. Because, the heat of his body was so overwhelming to your senses you could barely think straight. The sound of his boot sliding back alerted you to his next move, and he twisted you both around as he led you across the marbled floor.

“You’re far too stiff, have you learned nothing from past balls?”

His fingers curved around your palm, holding you gently as he spun you back around, bringing you face to face with him.


The words got caught in your throat, and you were far too distracted by his handsome face to even respond.

“Have you forgotten how to speak?”

“N-No, my lord. Forgive me I-”

His hand slid down your back, resting at the base of your spine as he pulled you close. Your chest pressed against the armor of his outfit, and he looked down at you as he lifted you slightly off the floor and into his arms.

In your surprise you let his hand go, gripping his shoulders and trying to maintain some balance. But, he had a firm hold on you, his eyes meeting yours as you gazed down at him.



If he didn’t think you were struck dumb before, he most certainly did now. But, you could hardly be blamed for it. How could you think properly when this charming, stern, and perfect man was holding you in his arms and wooing your heart with a dance?

He gently placed you back on your feet, moving gracefully away as he bowed to you.

“I expect you to learn that by tonight.”

His fingertips slid across your hand, letting it go before he shifted his cape back around his arm and moved towards the double doors. He stopped just next to you, leaning down and whispering into your ear.

“I sincerely hope you won’t disappoint me at our next dance.”


Ok, well Balem just charmed me. Fuck.

Originally posted by darylsespinosa

Uh…police/ Thief AU???

Dunno, i allways imagined an AU in which Ed would be a thief and make mr. police officer Roy’s life a living hell because everytime the brat got caught he would allways find a way to escape like the wonderfull woman from the ‘03 anime. That episode was hilarious..

Anyways, Roy and his team would be in charge of catching this little shit and his own group that consisted of: Alphonse, Alfons, Ling, Lan Fan ('cause wherever Ling is, so is she) and sometimes, maybe Russel.

I imagine allways something like this:

Alphonse sighed after a while of staring at the door his brother was supposed to get through around five minutes or so ago and yet no sign of the older Elric. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he spoke to the earpiece.

“'Fons, could you locate brother for me please?”

“Sure thing”, Alfonse replied from the other side and started typing right away. After a couple of minutes of searching, the blond found his target and barely held back a groan “huh…"he said aloud instead.

"You found him?” Al asked from the other side of the transmission.

“I…did” Alfons replied with a grimace on his face.

Al, knowing the other blond quite well, knew what that tone of voice exactly meant. “He’s harassing that mr. officer again, isn’t he?” He asked resignedly.

Alfons sighed “yes”

“Figures” Al said with a roll of his golden eyes. His brother would never change “Well…time to go get him…”

“Please hurry” Alfons said “the rest of the officer’s team will be there soon”

“Will do” Al said then the communication was off.

Later that day at the police station:

Hughes could barely contain the laugh as he stared at his best friend’s “puppy that just got kicked” face. “So you, once again had that thief in your hands and once again you let him escape?”

“It’s not my fault!” Roy hissed angrily “how can i focus on my job when the brat is wearing those bloody pants and keeps harassing me?! I’m only human!”

Hughes could have sworn that he heard the only female officer in this room muttering something in the lines of “I actually follow this idiot willingly” under her breath.

Woops, big post. I apologize for my lack of skills in writing these kinds of things, i cannot write fics to save a life.

*bows in apologies and hides in shame*



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mywaterbyacreekworld  asked:

hi! as a 16 yr old who is unable to cook, your blog has taught me many things to utilize in the kitchen!! i made the tom kha soup (i forgot to take pics bc i was too busy eating it) and my dad *who does NOT like soup* fell in love with it! he told me to tell you thank you for the amazing recipes. we're going to try the jalapeño poppers next, and i can't wait to share the results!! c:

My main mentor with cooking is my grandmother, she’s an absolutely incredible cook now but when she got married at 19, she didn’t even know how to boil water over the stove. Cooking is all about experience and experimentation, so don’t be afraid to just give it a go. And most of the time the recipes I find I’ll think “nah, this is above my skill level” only to give it a shot and find out it’s easier than anticipated. 
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Lover’s Quarrel *Drabble*- Dino (Chan) Fluff/Angst

Originally posted by tekukii

Request: Could you do a Dino angst where you have your first big fight as a married couple? But it is happy in the end pls?:)

Word Count:909

Member/Group: Chan (Dino) of SVT

Summary: Now that the honeymoon is over, it’s time for you and Chan to establish the roles in your home.

Author: Admin Cloud

A/N: I know that Chan would never actually act this, but for the sake of creating some conflict I had to try to create some non-realistic ideas within Chan’s whole persona.

 Chan’s leg bounced up and down nervously as he parked his car in your new driveway. When he reached down to turn off the engine, he peeked up at you to send a gentle smile your way. Graciously, you returned the sign of affection and reached out to let your hand reassuringly rub your husband’s shoulder.

 “I guess it’s time to make this house our home, Y/N. I mean, technically it’s an apartment, but-”

 “Babe, calm down. It’s not like we haven’t been in this apartment before, considering we did come and look at it with the realtor multiple times before putting down the security deposit.” Dino nodded slowly at your words, before finally letting his hand close around the door handle and opening the car door.

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