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100 Reasons to Love Kim Namjoon

today is my 3 year anniversary of loving namjoon and so here’s 100 reasons everyone should love him !!!!!!!

  1. he gave up a stable future of studying and going to college (despite being so smart) to risk everything and pursue his dream of becoming a rapper
  2. had to fight criticism for being an ‘idol’ rapper and struggled for years with his decision and identity
  3. when he says he loves himself !!!!
  4. never forget this cute tummy flash !!!!!!!!
  5. he loves all his members so much sosososo much, he always puts them before himself 
  7. that one time tae came to sleep next to namjoon and namjoon sleepily held tae’s hand and wouldn’t let go
  8. his signature move when he takes his two index fingers and covers one of his eyes while looking deadass into the camera
  10. professional self-dragger, literally willingly drags his own ass
  11. his mixtape release in 2015, every song was so important and deep and okay, it’s largely forgotten because of yoongi’s mixtape but it has so much emotion and meaning behind every song
  12. he loveloveloves dogs !
  13. literally has looked like the best thing the world has to offer no matter what rainbow ass hair color bighit sticks him with
  14. that golden age when his hair was black when will that look come back from the war ://////////
  15. you know that thing he does when he’s been rapping and suddenly breaks out into a smile and scrunches his nose and winks with one eye mmmmmmmmokay !!!!
  16. his angry rap when his neck veins show because he’s literally putting his all into it
  17. the way he looks in beanies !!!!!!!!! with one ear tucked in and the other sticking out
  18. the mole on the left side right under his jawline 
  19. the fact that he literally read books on philosophy for hyyh
  20. THE WAY !!!!!!!!! HE LOOKS !!!!!!!!!!!! IN A SUIT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  21. that time his speaker wasn’t working and he yelled at it and it started to work, Legends Only
  22. the fact that he isn’t afraid to try out weird kinds of fashion and won’t hear shit about it
  23. has been known to support LGBT since 2012
  25. when he’s too lazy to wear contacts so he wears his thick black rimmed glasses :’(((((((((((
  26. that time he had a wardrobe malfunction and had his whole shirt ripped off during that dance break and he did the whole performance holding up the sorry remains of his shirt 
  27. the fact that kim namjoon invented dimples !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no really he did
  28. how he is literally incapable of doing a fan sign without making it a display of how much aegyo he can fit in any given span of time and then immediately be shy and embarrassed about it
  29. 6 feet tall, he is 6 feet tall also don’t forget that he is literally the eiffel tower because nothing is taller than 6 feet just sayin
  30. that amazing and blessed time he had silver hair and my heart literally exploded !!!!!!!!!!!
  32. that time bts was doing rainism and he was the only one who didn’t know all the moves and messed up but pulled it off confidently in the end
  33. he literally loves his mom so much i’m :’(((((((
  35. the fact that every time someone tells him to do a freestyle dance, it’s literally the same awkward robotic jerky dance with the failing arms and legs since 2013
  36. when he tries to sing even though the members laugh at him
  38. his cute soft pretty pink knees :’))))))))))
  39. in the fire era when he had that acorn haircut and pulled that shit off when will your fave ever
  40. he reads, he has an IQ of 148, he was the nation’s top 1% in 5 subjects in high school, he -
  41. his smile his beautiful glorious soft glowing stunning breathtaking smile that smile that you only have the privilege of seeing someone have one in a million times in your life, the kind of smile that could change the world
  42. the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a choker the way he looks in a chok-
  43. okay !!!!!!!!!! but his cute squishy tiny nose so kissable n someone please bop it and pinch it and it’s soosososo cute 
  44. the way he gets his hands inky and dirty every single fan sign every single darn one !!!!!!!!!!!! why are they dirty? what is he doing ?????
  46. the way his arms look in sleeveless tops his arms !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  47. the way he looks in snapbacks mmmmmmmmmmmm
  48. that time on running man when everyone was supposed to have as many boxes as possible and he literally got his box snatched from his hands and he tripped over nothing he’s the dorkiest softest boy -
  49. SAILORMON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  50. that time he wore the army khakis and outfit and i just ://////// oh my god
  51. his side profile his perfect gorgeous beautiful angelic side profile !!!!
  52. his obsession with ryan and how happy he got when jimin got him a ryan cake for his birthday fkdsfhgfd
  53. legs for days !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  54. that time namjoon was a minion for halloween 
  55. “I had to dance to survive in this cold, cruel world.”
  56. his cute outfit in the baepsae dance practice video :((((((((((
  57. he looks sosoososososo unbeliveably beautiful bare faced i just love him so much 
  58. that time during the hyyh prologue shooting when all the members were piling onto him and he yelled ‘MY BALLS, MAN’
  59. his fucnkgn !!!!!!!!!! puma photoshoot binch !!!!!!!!!!!
  60. the fact that he sang expensive girl and took the fact that he didn’t get a grammy for it like a man :///
  61. that time they won their first award in 2015 and he was cleARLY CRYING but denied it like “i’m not crying”
  63. that one time !!!!!!!!!!!!!! bts had an outdoor performance and his white shirt got sososososooso sweaty it was basically stuck to him and see through if you don’t know what i’m talking about then goodbye
  64. those RARE times when he smiles and sticks his tongue out at the same time !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  65. that time he was complaining about jungkook and the fruit flies and the weird as shit way he pronounced ‘vaccuum’
  66. his messy friendship with jackson 
  67. the fact that he apologized for the mistakes he has made in the past and made no excuses about them 
  68. award for having the world’s cutest and flattest tushy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  69. i don’t know if anyone noticed but the way he holds his fingers when he’s explaining something like he puts them in awkward bent angles and they’re really long and expressive i just looooovvveeeee
  70. that time he was doing a duet with this female singer for a show and he picked her up from the airport and held a sign with her name and got shy around her he’s the biggest gentleman DDDD:
  71. deep husky voice like shots of pure liquid gold sends shivers down my spine ://////////
  72.  KIM DAILY
  73. that time he held a tiny itty bitty baby frog on his index finger i dont know why it was so cute of him i just !!!
  74. sweaty namjoon when namjoon sweats the sweat namjoon produces 
  75. that time he tried to twerk but ‘something keeps dangling’
  76. when !!!!!!!!!! he wears tight pants and his thighs are almost bursting out of his pants jdfkkhkj
  77. the way he says ‘baby’
  79. that time he was asked to pick between solo and bts and didn’t hesitate for a microsecond before saying bts
  81. taught himself english by listening to 10 english dvds 10 times over 3 years 
  82. special thank you to every namjoon stylist who made him wear low cut shirts
  83. THE WAY HE LOOKS WEARING A MASSIVE HOODIE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  84. ‘and i’m sexy like a porn star’
  85. accepts and settles for being the least popular bts member
  86. the way he looks when he wears headbands 
  87. when his sleeves are super long so he has sweater paws and his pretty fingers stick out slightly jdsfkshgkjfmncvb
  88. sub par body rolls that can still make you squirm and cry :////////
  89. once when he was the first in a lineup in a fan sign he told a fan ‘now you’ve practiced on me, you can do this in front of your real bias’
  90. got to write in “힙합하다 1” (‘This is Hip Hop 1: South Korea, Hip Hop and Life’) which is a hip hop book for 42 top korean hip hop artists
  92. the way he looks in a tie ohohohoohohoho my gosh !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  93. that time in the ariport the cameraman said ‘the girls love you guys’ and namjoon was like ‘thanks, we love you too’
  94. the way he wrote about the sunset in his diary when he went to dubai 
  96. he once told a fan ‘sorry’ when she told him she got him photocard
  97. he said that he wanted to know what it was like going to college and sometimes he feels like he missed out on that experience :///
  98. can you believe namjoon invented having pretty hands??????? Amazing
  99. he cares sosooso much about other people he’s always wondering how his fans are doing, what they feel like, always giving advice, always learning and growing, never stopping
  100. “I’m still existing, still breathing. Even though I keep looking forward and run, sometimes I still look back. The path in front and behind are still far, but even so, if the people who look at me are still dreaming and picking up their strengths, that alone makes me feel good. It’s okay to live this way, breaking down, getting hurt and looking back at the past. I will live. I am living like this. Me. Us.”
it’s always sunny in philadelphia sentence starters!

❝ Could we not base our decisions on what does and doesn’t happen in episodes of Scooby-Doo? ❞
❝ Look at me, psychological damage up to here! ❞
❝ I have contained my rage for as long as possible, but I shall unleash my fury upon you like the crashing of a thousand waves! ❞
❝ Am I gay for God? You betcha. ❞
❝ Be gone, vile man! Be gone from me! ❞
❝ Well first of all, through God all things are possible, so jot that down. ❞
❝ Yeah, but we didn’t come here to play with  stray dogs and trash, man. ❞
❝ Oh, get a job? Just get a job? Why don’t I strap on my job helmet and squeeze into a job cannon and fire off into job land where jobs grow on jobbies?! ❞
❝ I’m eating because I’m very uncomfortable. ❞
❝ I’m gonna have a really hard time if we’re both cannibals and racists. ❞
❝ I dropped my monster condom that I use for my magnum dong. ❞
❝ Everybody’s dying, bitch. Let’s get you some fruit. ❞
❝ When I’m dead, just throw me in the trash. ❞
❝ I will smack your face off of your face! ❞
❝ Take care of yourself… or whatever people say. ❞
❝ We all have cats we’d like to be playing with right now. ❞
❝ I will eat your babies, bitch! ❞
❝ I’m relaxing, I’m getting blackout drunk, and you’re leaving me alone. ❞
❝ Later, boners! ❞
❝ Do not call these shorts white trash! ❞
❝ If some old boner gives me attitude, I’m gonna spit in his face. ❞
❝ I eat stickers all the time, dude! ❞
❝ I’ve got the stride of a gazelle. A beautiful, beautiful gazelle person. ❞
❝ You know, you light one bitch on fire and everyone freaks out! ❞
❝ Cats do not abide by the laws of nature, you don’t know shit about cats. ❞
❝ If you don’t have car insurance, you better have dental, because I am going to smash your teeth into dust! ❞
❝ I can go from flaccid to erect in a moment’s notice. ❞
❝ I mean, trees? Everywhere trees?! What the hell is this place? ❞
❝ I’ll tell you what’s not cool: crashing my car into a building, exploding a grenade inside of it, and then convincing your friends and family that you’re dead! ❞
❝ Oh my God! She just ate an entire sleeve of Chips Ahoy! ❞
❝ Hello fellow American, this you should vote me. I leave power. Good. Thank you, thank you. If you vote me, I’m hot. Taxes, they’ll be lower… son. The democratic vote is the right thing to do, so do. ❞
❝ I stepped in front of a bus and it missed me. I can’t even get a bus to hit on me. ❞
❝ I’m having feelings again, like some kind of fourteen year old kid or something. ❞
❝ I don’t think these dogs have masters, I think they play by their own rules. ❞
❝ I have a bleached asshole! ❞
❝ With real power comes real responsibility and I don’t want to do any of that shit. I just want the money… and the illusion of power. ❞

kadda252  asked:

For the prompt thing, pretty please 10 or 29 or both in one 🙏🏻🙏🏻

This is kind of the opposite of what I wrote yesterday. So here be fluff and nothing but fluff. It’s a sequel to this (sappy) prompt. But you can read it on its own as well. Thank you for the prompt! 

10. “I can never unsee that.” + 29. “Y-you love me?”

When Mulder finds himself in the car en route to Mrs. Scully’s house, he is not sure when it happened.

Or how.

But here he is, in the passenger seat, forced to listen to classical music that’s supposed to be calming. That’s what Scully told him 20 minutes ago, anyway. She’s quiet, tapping along on the steering wheel while Mulder keeps trying to come up with something clever to say. Or really anything. He has questions, plenty of them, but he doesn’t ask any of them. Why am I here, Scully? He would like to know. Why do I have to see your brother twice in one day? Mulder grows agitated just thinking about it.

Why did you kiss me earlier, Scully? That’s the one he really wants to know about.

In good old Mulder and Scully fashion, they haven’t talked about it. The kiss. It’s been hours and Scully hasn’t mentioned it once. If he didn’t know better, he’d think it never happened. Just a figment of his vast imagination. He’s imagined kissing Scully a million times over the years. But no; it definitely happened. Her hands were on his thighs, he can almost feel them still, and her lips grazed his oh so softly. Oh yeah. It happened.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Scully says in between songs. As if the music should not be interrupted.

“I thought you wanted me to shut up.”

“That was… earlier.” Mulder thinks he sees her blush.

“Yeah well, I didn’t know when you wanted me to stop.” Mulder cracks open a sunflower seed, realizing how hungry he is. With her kissing him and then convincing him to go with her to her mother’s made him forget everything else. Like having lunch.

“About the time I – never mind.” The kiss, he thinks, suppressing a smile. She certainly shut him up with that.

“You mean the… you know.” Here he is complaining that Scully doesn’t mention their foray into new, more intimate territory and he finds himself shying away as well.  

“It wasn’t fun, Mulder.” Oh.

“I’m sorry, Scully, I didn't… you started it. I just – then why did you ask me to come with you to your mother’s? If I’m no fun.” Mulder sounds bitter; he tries not to, but what can he do? He’s been wanting to kiss Scully for ages and when they finally do, she hates it.

“That’s why,” she tells him, her voice even, her eyes on the road, “You made fun of me. You know I thought you had something important to tell me and you let me believe it, Mulder.” Oh, again. She wasn’t talking about the kiss at all.

“Scully, I’m sorry. Your brother unnerves me,” he sees her nod in agreement, “He said all these things and then when you finally showed up at the office I felt like… I just wanted you to know there was something to come back to. As stupid as it was.”

“An espresso machine in accounting.”

“I realize it wasn’t my brightest moment, Scully, but I had to say something.”

“But do you realize that I hurried through lunch with my brother because I thought something important was going on?”

“I’m sorry, Scully. What else can I say?”

“Next time your exciting news turn out to be about kitchen appliances, tell me right away and don’t make it a secret.”

“In my defense,” Scully shoots him a look and Mulder ignores it, “I never said it was exciting. I didn’t keep it a secret either. So that’s why I’m here? As punishment?”

“Partly,” she admits.


“And what?”

“What’s the other reason?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” Scully chuckles and Mulder adds it to his long, long list of things they, apparently, don’t talk about.


Mulder doesn’t know what he expected, but it’s not this. This is not, as Scully assured him earlier, a small family gathering. This is dozens of people running around Mrs. Scully’s house.

“Oh Dana, you made it!” A woman, who is almost as tall as Mulder, hugs Scully tightly.

“Mom made me promise.” She replies with a soft smile. If only she would smile like this more often.

“And who is this nice young man, Dana?”

“This is Fox Mulder. My partner,” she startles, “my friend,” Scully turns to him, searching for the right word, “my work…” She trails off with a confused hand gesture.

“Oh Fox,” the large woman shakes his hand heartily, a huge grin on her face, “Maggie told us so much about you. She didn’t say you were coming today!”

“Ah yes, I cleared my schedule for this,” Mulder puts on what he hopes is a charming smile, and judging from the woman’s face it works well enough, and sighs, “I wanted to be here.”

“That’s so lovely, Fox. I’m Dana’s aunt, Millicent.” She’s still holding his hand, he realizes. “Now, go say hello to everyone else. I hope I’ll see you around, Fox.” Aunt Millicent winks at him and Mulder blushes. When she’s out of sight, Scully sighs audibly.

“So I’m your work, huh?” Mulder bumps her shoulder playfully.

“Oh shut up, Mulder. You know what I meant.” Scully doesn’t look at him, instead she seems to look for someone else among all these small and not so small heads. There’s a whirlwind of noises and voices surrounding them.

“Do I?” Scully glances up at him, brows furrowed. Her mouth opens to say something when a loud, distinctively male voice chimes:

“Is that Dana?” In a quick movement, Scully grabs Mulder’s coat sleeve and drags him with her right into a room he’s never seen before. It’s dark, it’s small and for the moment, surprisingly quiet. It could be a coat closet, he thinks, as a soft fabric brushes against him.  

“Scully what-” She puts her finger on his lips to quiet him. Not as effective as her earlier mode of shutting him up, but it works. He’s not going to complain that she’s touching him. Her finger is warm, it’s soft, and he just can’t help himself; he kisses it. Scully’s eyes open wide, but she doesn’t take her finger away, and so he kisses it again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Mulder.” Her angry whisper shocks him, but even if he knew what to say, he couldn’t. Scully’s lips find his again and this time he makes sure she’s not cutting their kiss short. His arms tighten around her and hold her close. She moans into his open mouth as one of his hands wanders up her spine.

“Why would they – Dana! And Fox!” The door opens and their mouths separate with a loud smack. Their arms still around each other they stare into the faces of Scully’s mother, her brother and man Mulder doesn’t know. Oh well.

“I can never unsee that.” Bill Scully mumbles shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why are you hiding in here?” Maggie Scully, a laugh in her voice, opens the door wider so they can step out. Mulder tries to secretly wipe at his mouth, but the nameless guy watches him intently. As does Bill.

“Bill wanted to introduce you to his Navy friend.” Now it’s Mulder who eyes the other man warily. This is the guy Bill Scully told him about earlier in his office. On his turf. This, he figures, is neutral ground. Not to mention that he just kissed Scully for the second time in one day. That should count for something.

“This is Frank,” the blond stranger waves awkwardly, uncertain if he should shake Scully’s hand, “My friend I told you about earlier.” Bill finishes, his eyes full engaged in a glaring match with his sister. For once Mulder is glad to not be at the receiving end of that death stare.

“And what did I tell you?” Her voice sounds like pure ice.

“I’m just asking you to meet him. You don’t have to marry him.” Bill glances at Mulder, who briefly considers hiding behind Scully or even her mother.

“I’m not interested,” she tells him, “Sorry, Frank.” The man blushes furiously.

“It’s because of him, isn’t it? I mean what you just did…”

“Bill.” His mother’s voice warns him.

“That’s none of your business.”

“He has nothing to offer you, Dana!”

“Bill, leave your sister and Fox alone. Now come on, all of you. We’ve got a house full of people. Behave yourselves.” Mulder watches as Scully raises her eyebrow as if challenging her brother and of course, he bites.

“What is it about him, Dana? He doesn’t love you.”

“Hey,” it’s the last straw and Mulder can no longer keep quiet, “I do love your sister. I love her more than I could ever put into words.”

“Y-you love me?” Out of the corner of his eye Mulder sees Mrs. Scully lead her son and the ominous Frank away. Not that Mulder still cares. His eyes are on Scully, and hers are on him. Right now, in a house full of people, they’re the only two that matter.

“Scully, I am not drunk,” he begins, his voice slightly wavering, “I am not drugged either. I am just me and I am in full capacity of my sanity,” Scully’s eyebrow rises, “as much as is left of it anyway. So let me tell you that yes, I love you. I am in love with you.”

“That’s really nice,” Scully tells him and it’s only now that he notices how close they are once again; like magnets drawn to each, he figures, “Because you know what?”


“I love you, too.”

No more words are needed and so he kisses her again and again and again.

Happy Valentine’s day  💫🌟💖

(me? one day late? ,,never) but ehh i wanted to spread some love for this worldwide celebration of love, so here is finally my first ff ever!!! im so grateful for all of u, you’re the best mutuals in the whole world and universe (not even being extra) i hope you know u can always hmu even if we’ve never talked, and i hope this year of 2017 is kind and fulfilling for all you<3

(this is going to be so long sorry,,)

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G dragon Scenario #59 “Bullying” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

People say that high school is one of the most amazing times in everyone’s life… obviously, those people never were in your shoes.

“Who would want to be pair with her?!” a girl says at loud, when the teacher asked for someone to work with you, and everyone started to laugh.

You were used to it by now, it was normal for them to treat you like shit… like if you don’t have feelings.

And like always, you just stayed quiet, frozen at your seat and staring at your notebook, while everyone else was enjoying your suffer.

“That’s not funny” the teacher says to the girl and all the laughs faded away, but not the stares of your classmates who were still smiling and murmuring to each other. You were sure that they were talking about how stupid you are or something in between those lines.

“So let’s see…” the teacher says looking at the list in his hands “… Ji hoon you will be with Y/N”

“Why me?!” he answers mad, and one more time, everyone around you burst laughing. You felt a hole in your heart and tears were accumulating in your eyes.

Why were you acting like this? This is not the first time that they say things like that, actually they had done worst things to you, so why are you about to cry?… you couldn’t take it anymore… you raised your hand and asked to go to the bathroom.

That few steps to the door felt like hell, you could feel all the stares over you… judging and laughing at you.

But somehow you made it without breaking into tears in the middle of the room and in front of everyone. In front of all those people who, for over a year, had made your life a nightmare. But that strength didn’t last longer, as soon as you were out you let out all your tears.

You were so immersed in your thoughts in your way to the bathroom that you didn’t even realized that someone was walking towards you… you two collided.

“Are you ok?” he asked you.

You knew him, he was Ji yong, a guy from your english class. He was a quiet guy, everyone knows him, although he never talks to anyone. He was the kind of guy who likes to be alone.

“Yeah… sorry I was just… sorry” you kept walking, a little bit faster. “Are you saying sorry for crying?”

You didn’t answer, and keep walking.

“Hey, I know we don’t know each other and that is none of my business but… whoever makes you cry doesn’t deserve it” he says, standing where you left him.

You weren’t used to that… to be treated as a person. Nobody has ever cared for you or your feelings.

“They don’t worth none of your tears”

You really hate when people see you crying. It makes you feel even more weak and vulnerable. But you couldn’t help it, as soon as he said that, it was like if he pressed an invisible button inside of you, and now you can’t stop crying.


You were shocked that he knew your name.

“Its fine…” you wiped your tears away with the sleeve “… I’m used to it now”

“Sure, so those are normal too?” he was referring to your tears.

You looked away trying to smile but nothing came out. You can’t do it.

“You don’t have to be strong with me… I know how you feel” he says, and that only makes you cry even more.

Even though he was a handsome guy, he was lonely. Ji yong doesn’t have friends, and no one ever talks to him.

“No…” you shook your head letting out the last tears in your watery eyes “… you don’t know”

Ji yong was about to answer when you interrupt him. “Is different… you choose to be alone, I didn't” saying that broke you. Is not like you just realized that people don’t like you, but it was hard to say it at loud, sharing it with other person.

It was hard to admit that you were invisible for them, and that no one cares for you.

“No…” he shook his head “… no one likes to be alone Y/N” and he, wasn’t the exception.

You didn’t say anything. What can you say after that?

“People are mean Y/N…” he caressed your arm “… but is your choice to let them get to you and hurt you”

“My choice? Really?” you said with sarcasm.


For him is easy to say, he is strong, you aren’t. He doesn’t care about what people say, you do care.

“How?” you asked him. “Easy… be your own friend, you don’t need anyone else to be happy… and if you still need someone to talk to, well, here I am”

“I thought I don’t need anyone” a hint of a smile shows on your face. “You don’t…” he laughs “… but that doesn’t mean that we cannot talk here and then”

Even if he was saying all of that because he was feeling bad for you, it felt good still.

“I will” you say. “Whenever you need me?” he asked.

“Yeah, whenever I need you”

And so you did, you always came to him whenever you felt down, and little by little you looked for him also when you felt happy. 

Ji yong became someone really important in your life. He was there whenever you needed him… you spent all your free time together, talking about all kinds of topics. You wish you could be in the same classes, but unfortunately the only class you shared with him was english, and that only was twice a week, but regardless of that, you two became really close.

And everyone at school started to notice it…

“Y/N, right?” a pretty tall girl asked you in the bathroom, while you were washing your hands. “Yeah” you said confused.

“How are you?” she has a huge smile on her face. “Good” you knew something was wrong when two more girls entered, staring at you, and walking towards you. You started to walk away but the girl stopped you in that instant. “Where are you going? I was talking to you…” her grip got tighter to the point where it started to hurt “… that was really rude”

“I have classes” you said in a whisper.

“Oh! I see…” suddenly she grabs you by your neck pushing you against the nearest wall “… I will be quick then”

“What are you…” you were scared.

“Shut your mouth! Did I say you can talk?!” she and the other girls started to laughed, making you feel really uncomfortable.

“What do you think, does Y/N thinks that she is better than us?” she asked them. “Yeah, she does” one of them answered while the other just smiled.  “I don’t know what are you talking about” you said, and then she hits you right in your nose.

“I wasn’t asking you!” she yelled at your face.

“Please I didn’t do anything…” you started to say, making her madder. “Let’s see if she still think that she is better without her pretty hair”

One of the girls gave her something.

(What?! She can’t be serious) you panic. But she was, she and the scissors in her right hand was.

“Don’t worry its hair…” she says “… it’ll grow up” she made the first cut.

Ji yong was walking down the hallway, listening music like always, when a tiny girl approached him. “Ji yong?” it was a girl from his class. “Yes?” he says.

“I think you should know this…” she told him what this girl was planning to do to you. She heard them talking about it during one of the breaks.

“Are you sure?!” he knew this girl was crazy. Ever since he rejected her back when school started.

The tiny girl nods, and Ji yong ran towards your class, just to find out you weren’t there.

He took out his phone and desperately he started to call you nonstop. After a few minutes of looking for you in the entire school, calling you all the time, he was about to give up when you finally answered.

“What do you want?” you said coldly.  “Where are you?!” from the way you answered he knew it was too late.

“Leave me alone” you were about to hang up.

“NO! WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE ARE YOU?!” he was really scared.

You didn’t answer. But he still can hear your breath. “Y/N please…”

“At the second floor… in the bathroom” you said, and then you hang up.

Ji yong ran like never in his life, and when he was finally there he didn’t bother or hesitated, he entered. “Y/N!…” the bathroom looks empty, but then he saw all the hair on the floor. He has tears in his eyes for how angry and sad he is.

And then he heard you sobbing “Y/N…” he says your name in a whisper. You were in the last bathroom, with the door close.

“She cut it all” you said.

He took a deep breath before he says something “She will pay for this”

Your sobs were getting louder and louder.

“Please Y/N… open the door” he asked. “No… just leave me” you didn’t want him to look at you like this.

“Y/N I won’t leave… please”

You spent ten more minutes locked up, until you gain the strength to open the door and let him see you. And when you did, he didn’t even look at your hair, he when straight and hugs you. “She will pay for this, I swear Y/N, she won’t get along with this” Ji yong was crying along with you, and then he kisses your forehead. His lips pressed softly against your skin, as his arms wrapped around you, right where your back ends. Making you feel safe.

You started to cry again, but not because you were still sad, but because of how happy you were to have him there with you.

“Lets get out of here” he took off his hoodie, and you put it on, with the cap on, to cover your head. 

You two went to the principal office and they expel her and the other girls. 

Unfortunately that wasn’t going to give you back your hair. 

After school he took you to the hairdresser, a beautiful salon. “Are you crazy?! I can’t pay for this” you said, refusing to enter.

“Don’t worry” he smiles. “What do you mean don’t worry? Are you gonna give me the money?” 


You rolled your eyes “What are we doing here then?!”

“This is the best salon in Seoul”

“Yeah…” you look at it “… I can tell, and that’s why I can’t afford it”

Then, a woman came out of it, smiling “Hi! You must be Y/N”


“Y/N this is my mom” Ji yong smiled too. “Nice to meet you ma'am”

“Come! Let’s fix the mess, honey” 

And she really mean it, and also Ji yong mean it when he said this was the best salon in the city.

You’ve never felt this pretty in your entire life.

“So… how does she looks? Isn’t  she beautiful?” he says to Ji yong after hiding you the whole time during your makeover. 

Ji yong was speechless but after a few more seconds he just said, “She always was”

bisexualvidals  asked:

if you ever get around to writing that a/b/o verse for ryder and reyes, don't think about scott telling reyes that he smells like home ;)

The moments that Reyes actually gets to have Scott in his space, let alone on the same planet, are far and in between. For all his avarice, he won’t begrudge the rest of the cluster their Pathfinder just so long as he remains the harbor that the man never fails to return to.

He had grown far too used to how Scott slots in against him, each kiss far gentler than anything Reyes has the right to put a claim. Even when Scott trailed off in the middle of a retelling of his fairly madcap time on Elaaden, breath evening out as long lashes flutter, Reyes can’t even find it in himself to be disappointed.

Not that he wasn’t when morning comes without Scott still tucked against his side. What comes when he sits up in bed to discover the man in question rifling through the case at the bottom of his bed is a good deal harder to place. None of it is a sensation he ever thought he would have to cope with when it came to this man.

“I don’t remember forgetting to lock that.” He arched a brow when Scott’s head snapped up, doing his best not to be phased by the wide eyed panic in the other man’s face. 

“You did. I mean…” Scott held up his hands, swallowing hard. “This isn’t what it looks like?”

“Then what is it?” Reyes asked, barely able to stop it from being an outright demand. He had been through similar situations a time or two before, but none of those people had found their way in as thoroughly as Ryder had. He didn’t know how to seal off against this kind of hurt, let alone piece together the proper mask.

“It’s gonna sound stupid.” Scott scrubbed a hand across his face. “You’re doing important work here. It’s not like I can smuggle you aboard the Tempest whenever I chose. But I can…uh…take a part of you with…me?”

Reyes’ brow furrowed, only to have a burst of laughter tear free when he saw what was being clutched in the man’s hands. “You’re after my clothes?” he said.

Scott set his head high, eyes firm even with the flush creeping up his neck. “It’s your scent I’m after,” he said. “You… You smell like home, alright?”

Reyes could all but feel the way his throat constricted at that, hands reaching out with any real purpose. A strangled sound managed to work itself free when Scott caught one to press a kiss to the palm, of all things. “You are impossible,” he bit out.

“True.” Scott eased up onto the bed, shirt forgotten on the floor as he leaned into Reyes’ touch. “But I’m yours.”


The shirt that Scott wore back to the Tempest almost certainly wasn’t his, let alone the vest. That the collar slung low enough to show the edges of some impressively deep love bites was enough to sent Cora to scoffing while Lexi looked over her array of topical lotions.

At least no one had the heart to tease their Pathfinder for how he kept sniffing at the sleeves whenever he thought no one would notice.

Birthday Wishes (m)

Word Count: 6,309

Warning: Taehyung Smut

“Fucking great.”

You throw the card you’d been reading down onto the round metal table before you, glancing over it once more. The picture on the front is that of a city, the name written in italic in the top right corner. She hadn’t even tried to personalize the picture for you, nor the letter that is nothing more than a bad excuse.

“Do you want another cup o’ coffee?”

You raise your head up to the server, and answer his question with a nod accompanied by a bitter smile. “Yeah.”

He looks at you with a square smile, then takes your empty cup.

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anonymous asked:

i love your writing and your blog and i dont want to sound pushy or rude but i was wondering if you have any future plans for your sterek hp au? all of your fics and even little drabbles make my heart swell but that set just stuck in my head the most and i always wonder about it, thank you for doing what you do and being awesome!

year 1, day 1 | years 1 & 2 | year 3 | year 4 | year 5

year 6:

Their sixth year, Derek spends more time than ever in the library, fretting about N.E.W.T.s. He’s thinking tentatively about following in Stiles’ footsteps and setting his sights on a career as an auror. His marks right now are good enough for it, and he knows they’re looking to recruit more werewolves into the Ministry. Most of all, though, it’d mean working with Stiles.

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54. not so lucky

Originally posted by faheej

Title: not so lucky

Pairing: Lee Taemin/Reader

Genre: Catboy! AU

Summary: Taemin always had a hard time trying to fit in in the human life. However, his longtime friend makes it a little bit easier for him.

What happened to my kitchen?!

Technically, she wasn’t a cleaning freak. Once you start living all alone and begin your life as an adult, you need to make sure everything is looking good enough; as if it was a way of pretending that you have your life together and that you aren’t working more hours than you’d like to admit. However, her apartment was never…dirty, she tried her best to make it seem presentable. But oh, what a fucking surprise when she entered her apartment and saw Taemin looking at her with his cat ears dropped slightly and flushed cheeks…she couldn’t say she didn’t expect it.

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Baby, It's Cold Outside

Request: could you write a fic based on the song Baby It’s Cold Outside with Thomas?

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1,316

Warning: A bit of smooching? Is that in need of a warning? Oh, and Thomas curses once.

A/N: Happy holidays, loves. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas! And if you don’t celebrate that, then I hope whatever holiday you do celebrate goes/went just as well. Anyways, I know this is late but I had a sudden spark of inspiration last night. I meant to post it this morning but, like always, my dad didn’t tell me our plans until last minute and we had to leave sooner than I thought. But anyways, I hope you like it!

Had you known it was suposed to snow like this today, you probably would’ve declined your friend’s kind invite for wine and movies. It was well into the afternoon when you eventually called it quits, not wanting to be drunk and walking through the steady snowfall.

“Well, this has been fun, Thomas,” You started as you set down your glass and stood up from the couch, “But it’s getting late. I should go.“

Thomas quickly stood as you picked up your coat from the arm of the couch to put it on. 

“So soon?” He asked you, observing as you slipped your arms into the sleeves and began buttoning it up. Thomas reached you in long, swift strides, and stilled your hands. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as your eyes met. “It’s cold outside.”

“Yes, Thomas, that’s what coats are for. So, if you’d allow me to finish buttoning mine-“

”I mean, look at it out there.  The snow’s at least up to your ankles.“ He gestured to the window to prove his point.

Outside, the snow came down in waves, He was right, the snow was rather piled up, and quickly getting higher.

"I’ll be fine.” You moved to finished buttoning up your coat, but you were stopped again,

“What’s your hurry?”

“My hurry is that if I don’t leave quick enough then it’ll be up to my hips by the time I finally do.”

“Stay.” He said, almost a little too quickly. You eyed him suspiciously and when you didn’t say anything, he spoke again.

“There’s still plenty of wine left,” he said, hoping that would convince you. He gestured to the coffee table and your gaze followed the motion. Your eyes landed on the open bottle of incredibly expensive red wine. You only briefly considered it before scolding your brain for allowing itself to be fooled. You quickly diverted your eyes back to a slightly smirking Thomas.

“Thomas,” You said warningly, “I gotta go.”

“Come on, (Y/N). Just stay.”

“You’re real damn pushy, you know.” You tried to sound upset, but the words came out with a small smile and a laugh. 

“I like to call it opportunistic,” he corrected smugly. You rolled your eyes. 

“You really are just the worst kind of person,” you said finishing buttoning your coat and moving away from him to grab your bag. Thomas followed. 

“Yet you stayed all afternoon. And drank wine with me. I know you, you wouldn’t have drank with me if you didn't like me,” he said with a wink. You scoffed and rolled your eyes. Why did you have to love this jerk? 

“Whatever. I’m leaving.”

“Wait!” He quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you into him. As you turned his lips crashed against yours and your eyes widened. His hand rested against your side, his other still carefully holding your wrist. His touch was warm and you couldn’t help but melt into it. 

Thomas was satisfied only when you allowed yourself to kiss back. That’s when he pulled away. 

Your lips were slightly parted in shock as you looked up at him. When his pleased eyes met your unsure ones, you quickly looked away. The floor was suddenly much more interesting. 

“Cat’s got your tongue now, sweetness?” He purred, cupping your chin and making you look up at him. 

“You’re drunk,” you said bluntly. He laughed.

“Drunk? Honey, I didn’t drink all that on my own, we shared. How lightweight do you think I am?”

“Why else would you just kiss me like that, then?”

Thomas let out another laugh, the fingers around your waist curling to hold you tighter. It wasn’t a threatening grip, though. It was soft and protective. 

“Maybe because I’m fucking crazy about you?” He said with a quirky grin. It might’ve been the first time you’d seen him without a cocky look to his smile. You loved it.

“Real funny.”

“Is it? Because I’m serious.”

“Uh huh.” You pulled away from him and smoothed out your coat, “maybe you need a little nap. You aren’t thinking straight.”

“Sure, I’ll take a nap. As long as you join me.”

You huffed and glanced back at the open bottle again. He had to have been right, he wasn’t drunk. You had about the same amount of wine as he did and you felt far from tipsy. However, you were still in denial over the previous events. Your head was clouded with the feeling of Thomas’ lips against yours and It was driving you crazy. 

“Maybe another kiss would convince you?” You heard him say and suddenly came back to your senses. You watched as his eyes flickered up to your eyes from your lips and your stomach flipped. 

You didn’t know what you were thinking when you responded, your voice coy and smug. “It might.”

His lips were on yours in a second. They molded with yours perfectly as you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and tangled your fingers in his curls. He groaned and pulled you closer to him, your bodies flush against each other. When he separated from you for air, it was only slightly. Your lips were inches away from each other. It was hard not to tug him back down and get lost in another kiss.

“So? Have you been convinced?” He asked you, incredibly delighted by the flustered expression on your face, knowing he caused it.

You pulled yourself back into your thoughts as your eyes trailed past Thomas and towards the wine on the table one last time. The stuff was damn good, you had to admit. And Thomas bought it just for you two to share. You’d hate to have him spend all that money for you then make him drink it alone. 

Then your eyes landed on the frost covered window showing the outside world. The snow was rather high by now, and it was only getting worse. did you really want to go out in that? 

The crackling of the fire in the fireplace drew your attention to that area of the room. The warm glow spreading across the hearth and into the room was so inviting. The heat felt so much nicer than the freezing outside. 

And finally, you looked up at Thomas. While you expected to be met with a devious gaze, the look in his shimmering brown eyes was sweet and gentle, with a hint of worry. It seemed like his flirty nature had dissipated completely, replaced with something softer, caring.  He really didn’t want you to go out there. 

You sighed and started unbuttoning your coat, a look of triumph washing over the man’s features before you. 

“Fine. But… Only just one more drink, then I really have to go.”

Thomas chuckled warmly and pulled your coat off your shoulders. He folded it neatly and hung it back over the arm of the couch, back onto its previous spot.

“Of course,” he said knowingly.

He knew, in reality, you’d have to stay the night after hanging around too late. He knew one drink would turn into two and three as you got lost in conversation. And so did you. But you didn’t mind so much after all. You trusted him enough to stick around. You weren’t even sure why you were in such a hurry in the first place, knowing you’d be miserable out in that snow. 

Thomas took your hand and lead you back to the couch. He poured you another glass as you sat, and filled his own glass after you thanked him quietly. Then, you just talked, enjoying the heat of the fire and each other’s presence.

Neither of you brought up the kiss for the rest of the night, but it never left your minds until you settled down on opposite sides of Thomas’ bed, joined only by your intertwined fingers, and drifted into peaceful sleep.  

anonymous asked:

ok I'm curious, what in CA:CW made you ship MCU!Steve/Tony because I know before that you didn't really ship them.

honestly, it’s not so much what made me ship mcu stevetony as what made me love mcu tony

and mcu tony in cacw was very 616-like to me: less quippy, more openly fucking sad, with his guilt complex really way too obvious, with playing politics, with doing damage control and PR and all the stuff other avengers don’t want to care about, with negotiating ross and trying to keep everyone together (and failing so hard, oh my god, tony), with his self-hatred and loneliness

he’s just pretty much everything i love about tony wrapped up in a pair of the saddest most hurt eyes ever

and where do we see his most emotional reactions? in reply to steve

it’s really really obvious he cares about steve so much. really. so fucking much.

and it’s there in the first scene with ross and the avengers–steve turns to look at tony, and tony takes ages to look up, and they have this silent communication thing and i believe tony knows already then that it will go down somehow, it’ll be a mess, and he has to try and stop it

and then it only gets more obvious

there’s berlin

he starts talking to steve (and steve only) and he wants to convince him, he tries everything. he starts the conversation in a messed up suit and fixes himself because he’s really emotionally vulnerable there, he needs some kind of an armour

and he snaps at steve–give me a break. i’m doing what has to be done. to stave off something worse. because damn he believes this and he doesn’t believe he’ll convince steve, not really, but wow he has to try because steve’s his friend and this is the only way tony can take care of him now and steve’s a good man so if he agrees with tony–maybe so’s tony, and if he doesn’t…well, and damn tony wants his approval

we know how it ends. keep telling yourself that. and tony puts on his glasses, more armour, and you can’t tell me he’s not crying.


and then zemo happens, bucky happens, steve runs away

and tony talks to ross. sits down, so ross can tower over him, and tony fucking looks up and makes himself physically unassuming and begs, literally begs for a chance to bring steve in before someone’s sent to kill him instead. tony puts his everything on the line for steve then. and he’s so hurt, physically as well now, he’s bleeding, his left arm hurts (his heart hurts :))) ) and all he tries to do is to save steve

the airport scene


with tony having his heart on his sleeve in the most obvious ways possible

and really this whole fucking conversation

you’ve been busy

and you’ve been a complete idiot!

look at how out of it tony is already. he has a black eye (haha do you want to talk about tony opening his faceplate without prompting :))) ) and he’s so done he knows either steve goes with him or he gets killed sooner or later and steve refuses to listen. and look, tony doesn’t know what steve knows at that point. and steve doesn’t really have hard proof either.

so tony’s there trying to convince him but at the end of his line and he’s snapping and he keeps asking and his voice keeps rising and he tries and fails to compose himself so many times

i’m trying to – i’m trying to keep you from tearing the avengers apart

that fucking pause there? he looks away, he shakes his head, he can’t even talk for a moment, it’s so fucking important

steve’s answer? you did that when you signed.

he could stab him as well

and even then tony keeps trying

(do you want to talk about 616 and tony extending his hand and steve EMP-ing him)

except he’s really hurt, really done

so his trying changes into all right, we’re done and he actually spells it out for steve what is going to happen you’re going to come with us, now, because it’s US, and not a squad of j-soc guys with no compunction about being impolite

and there’s a cut to nat, and steve looking around, and back to tony, and he’s hoping, he’s hoping so hard, as if his hope can actually convince steve

he looks away too, and this little come on escapes him

and steve refuses.

(and i’d like to note how at the beginning there tony is like rhodey, you take cap, as if he doesn’t actually want to fight him himself, and then he literally says his plan was to take it easy, he never wanted a full out fight fuck everything, and then RHODEY GETS HURT and it’s all of tony’s nightmare neatly wrapped into one)

and tony watches rhodey being scanned, learns he might be crippled, knows it’s his fault because he’s tony stark, everything is his fault

and then he learns steve might’ve been right

and he leaves immediately to tell ross, to help steve

and ross threatens to arrest him, ross shows him his friends in the raft, his friends who hate him (even though tony is right! they broke the law, each and every one, willingly), and tony still begs them for a chance to help steve

and sam tells him, so tony follows steve

and their meeting is so great? tony’s wary, but yet again opens his faceplate

tells steve he was right. steve accepts his help. tony’s so relieved. he jokes. (he’d have to arrest himself. because it’s true)

it’s so light for a moment

and then zemo shows them the video, and tony watches his parents, his mum getting killed by the man steve risked everything to protect (risked tony to protect)

and tony closes his eyes at some points. he can’t watch. and then he only wants to know one thing.

did you know

and he knows the answer

don’t bullshit me, rogers, did you know

and it’s then when he snaps, just lashes out, wants to hurt bucky (and i’d like to note that even then he’s consciously trying not to kill them. he’s in his full armour. he can take on the hulk or level cities. instead he ties steve’s legs and aims at the walls to cut off their escape and the most damage he does to one of them is to blow bucky’s mechanical arm off, when he’s trying to save his own life)

and the worst line happens

i’m sorry, tony. but he’s my friend.

so was i.

but i think even then it dawns to tony … that maybe no. maybe it was only ever one-sided.

at the end, when steve has tony down and keeps hitting him, and smashes his helmet, and raises his shield–tony covers his face, and he’s convinced steve will kill him

i think steve thought so for a second too

instead, steve smashes the armour reactor. literally breaks tony’s heart. and for a few long seconds, they just look at each other. and it’s all there. all of it. all the could have beens and all the broken trust and all the things they’ll never rebuild now

i ship them in mcu now, because it’s fucking tragic, and i roll like that

but also because, my shipping glasses aside, you can totally see one-sided unrequited love on tony’s part. he really thought steve was his friend. that it ran both ways. he did it all for a man he loved.

they’re both a mess, a destructive mess at that, and we know tony, every tony, only ever wants to be loved. and honestly, after the emotional rollercoaster of tony feels in cacw? i ship them. because it’s terrible and it makes sense, and there’s this steve can only be this mad because he loved tony too

and then there’s imagine if they were in a relationship before

and steve actually calls first

and tony is left with nothing at the end. rhodey’s alive, but hurt, and tony blames himself. vision is there, but every time tony looks at him, he remembers jarvis is gone.

steve sends him a letter, and a phone, and tony doesn’t call; tony knows how it’d end. (tony’s not steve’s friend.)

steve might call.

this movie really wonderfully destroys tony, and you can argue it destroys steve, either, and this is when i’m interested in them.

I See Wings Pt. 3

Hey everyone! Here’s the third and probably final part (unless you guys want it to continue) of I See Wings. Please, send me a message or an ask with suggestions or comments. Hope that enjoy it!

Summary: You find your soulmate right as Sam and Dean step in and find you.

Warnings: Fluff (?), hospitals, mentions of shock

Tags:  @winchesters-favorite-girl @the-third-winchester-warrior @ally-miller16 @haleyhay96 @jensen-jarpad @fantasticburninglakes @briebrie152 @my-own-paradise-fuckers @generalgoldfishldrm

“That…that is not possible.”

“J-just shut up, will y-you?” You try to stop shivering, but nothing seems to be working, “I s-see your wings, okay? They’re huge and white and you just moved the one on the left up towards the ceiling.” Mojo’s face somehow looks even more stunned than before.

“How…no. It cannot be true.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You want-t p-proof? Look at my s-soul, for c-crying out loud.”

Mojo seems very apprehensive all of a sudden. “You do appear to be giving off an angelic frequency, but that could mean a number of things.” He says it as if he’s trying to convince himself.

“Well, there’s got to be some way for y-you to know for certain!”

He turns to face you. “There is one way to know if you are being honest or just trying to play me for information.”


“I can touch your soul.” Mojo looks grim.

But, more than ever, you want to know. You nod at the angel. “Do it.”

Mojo steps over to you closely. “Surely you know-”

You interrupt that melodious voice. “It’s gonna hurt. Yeah, I get-t it. But,” you continue “if you and I are soulmat-tes, it’s better we kn-know now it’s true.” You stare at Mojo contemptuously. “So do it-t. If we’re not, then you’ll know r-really fast,” you chatter.

Mojo rolls up the sleeve of his white tuxedo shirt. He sighs. “If that is what you wish, brace yourself.” Mojo pushes his arm into your chest, reaching for your soul.

The following screams that escape your mouth are inhuman. Blood curdling, high pitched, and guttural.

*Hours Earlier*

Dean looks at Cas disgustedly. “What do you mean she left? You were supposed to be keeping an an eye on her!”

“She said she needed a walk, Dean. How was I supposed to stop her?”

“You go after her, that how!”

“Hey, guys,” Sam intervenes. “If Y/N went walking, it’s not like she could’ve gone far in the last few minutes.” Sam looks to Cas for confirmation. “When did she leave?”

Cas exhales out his nose slowly, still obviously perturbed at Dean. “Around ten minutes before you came back.”

“Okay then.” Dean glares at the window. “She knows to stick to the main road, but there’s only one out of here.”

“Right, so we would’ve seen her on our way back in.” Realization dawns on Sam. “But we didn't…Dean, you don’t think something-”

“That’s exactly what I think Sam. We’ve gotta find her now.” Dean picks back up his coat. “Cas, you gonna help us or not?”

“Of course I’m coming to find your sister. She went missing on my watch,” Cas responds with his gravely voice.

Dean grunts and heads out the door. Sam puts on his own coat. He claps Cas on the shoulder. “Don’t let Dean get you down. Y/N’s vanished on me and him before too.” The moose sized Winchester goes out the door, Cas following closely behind.

The team walks for some time along the main road, occasionally desperately calling out “Y/N!” hoping for some kind of response. The looks on Dean and Sam’s faces quickly turn grim. It isn’t long, however, before they come to the spot Mojo took you. Cas stops.

“Sam, Dean.” The two boys jog over. “There’s something right here…” Cas crouches on the ground and lays his hand on the dirt. “Y/N was here.”

“How can you tell?” Dean gruffly asks.

“There’s a kind of angelic residue here. Sort of like a footprint, but only angels can detect it.”

“Great. Angels,” Dean grumbles.

Sam sighs in relief a bit. “Okay. So can you track it at all?”

“Possibly,” Cas shrugs. “But, the trail is long. I am not certain how far it goes.”

“Doesn’t matter. As long as we can find her. Stay here. I’ll bring the car.” Dean runs off back towards the lights of the motel in the distance.

Not too long later, the familiar dull roar of the Impala on the road echoes through the landscaping, Sam and Dean in the front and Castiel in the back. Cas does his best to follow the angelic ‘footprint’ that had been left behind. There’s a lot of backtracking, seeing as the path is ‘as the crow flies’, not along the roads. The sky turns to a shade of midnight as the search continues.

After hours of driving, Cas finally points to a barely visible building off a highway. “There.”

Dean turns to look at the angel. “You sure?”

“Absolutely. The trail ends there. And there are Enochian wardings on the outside.”

Sam gets his battle face on. “All right. Let’s go.”

“We’re coming for you Y/N.”

Dean pulls off the road and drives towards the warehouse. Lights off. Sam pops the trunk, opens the false bottom, stocks up on various weaponry. Dean joins his brother; Cas hangs back.

“You not coming with us?” Dean questions as he loads a shotgun.

“I can’t. The wardings prevent me from entering.”

“Take watch duty then. We’ll be out soon.” Sam closes the lid and shoulders his gun.

Dean cocks his pistol. “Let’s go, Sam.”

The Winchester duo runs into the entrance of the building. They begin searching the main floor, guns high ready to fire. Dean spots the door to a separate room on an offshoot. He motions to Sam with the tilt of his head. Sam nods, giving his brother the signal to check it out. Dean follows the offshooting hallway. Sam continues to walk stealthily along the floor. At least, until he hears a shriek pierce through the haze of darkness. His blood runs cold.


Sam sprints toward the source of the sound, the footsteps of Dean right behind him. Despite Dean being farther away, he catches up to Sam within seconds. The two brothers turn a corner of shelving to see you, Mojo still reaching into your soul. Your screams shatter something in your brothers.

“HEY!!” Dean raises his gun at the man, but Sam quickly stops him.

“Don’t! You do and he could damage Y/N’s soul!”

Mojo slowly withdraws his arm. You’re left unconscious once again from the ordeal. He raises his hands in surrender. “I intended no harm to her.”

“Really? Sure seems the hell of the opposite!” Dean raises his pistol at the angel and fires…at nothing. The bullet clatters against the wall; Mojo vanishes just in time.

Sam and Dean run over to your comatose body. Sam pulls out a knife and slashes the ropes restraining you. Dean holds your head and torso. “Y/N? Y/N? C’mon, wake up, please!” His voice cracks. “Sam, she’s freezing cold.”

Sam holds your wrist in a certain way and breaths out a sigh. “She’s got a pulse. Let’s get her back to the car.” Dean nods numbly as he scoops up your body. Sam is on guard for anyone else who might show up as your family rushes you outside the warehouse.

Cas runs up to the Winchesters extremely worried. “What happened? I heard screaming. Is Y/N all right?”

“Can you heal her?” Sam demands Cas.

Castiel walks over to Dean, your body still in his arms. He raises a hand to your forehead and closes his eyes. “I can wake her up, but I can’t take away the hypothermia.”

Sam nods. “Do it then.”

Cas takes a breath. He places two fingers on your head. You jolt awake rigidly, cold air filling your lungs. You begin to shiver and shake violently, breathing rapidly.

“She’s going into shock. Dean, we gotta get her to a hospital,” Sam insists.

Dean places you gently in the back seat of the Impala. He takes off his own coat and drapes it over you. “Hey hey hey. Listen to me. Just get warm, okay? Hospital’s not far from here. Okay?” You nod violently while coughing hard, lacking control of your body.

Sam gives a thankful look to Cas. “Good job man.”

Cas nods and slides into the back seat next to you. You’re trying to keep from shaking, but it doesn’t do much good. Cas puts an arm around you and holds you tight. “Hold on,” he whispers.

Dean puts pedal to metal and speeds off into the night.

*At the hospital*

The doctors finally clear Sam, Cas, and Dean to come in and see you. You sit up in the hospital bed, arms beneath the mountain of blankets and various sources of heat covering your body. The standard set of wires and readers cover your skin. No IV bags though. “Hey guys…” you start apprehensively. After all, the reason you’re stuck in this hospital is because you decided to go for that walk. In your eyes, you saw that as your fault.

But you see in their eyes a lecture isn’t going to happen. Sam comes in and takes a seat on your bed, Dean standing next to your side. Cas sits down on a nearby chair. Dean tenderly places a hand on your shoulder.

“How are you holding up?”

“Better, now that I’m no longer tied up and left in a freezer. They should be able to let me leave in a few hours if all goes well.” You manage a small grin at the ever worried Sam. “How did you guys find me so quickly?”

“You’ll have to thank Cas over here for that. He picked up in some angelic trace that got left behind,” Sam replies.

“Speaking of that,” Dean begins.

Oh no. Here we go…

“Who was that guy who snagged you from under our noses?”

You shrug carefully. “I don’t know. He never gave me a name other than his vessel’s.” You ponder back to the recent experience for a moment. “And he let the name of his commander slip.” You look to Cas for some sort of confirmation. “Does the name Dinah mean anything to you?”

Cas nods his head and knits his eyebrows together angrily. “Unfortunately, yes. Dinah commands a powerful garrison. If a member was dispatched to take you to her, you have somehow caught her attention which is a very bad thing.”

“Why Cas?” Sam inquires.

“Dinah is a Seraphim known for extreme mercy or extreme brutality towards her captives. Either she gives you power, or she torments you unto near death.”

The ominous thought hangs in the air. Dean is the one to break the deafening silence. “And on that happy note, Y/N, can you tell us everything that happened to you?”

Sam clarifies Dean’s query. “Anything that might clue us in as to why you were kidnapped?”

Your face reddens as you begin your tale. “I needed a walk back at the motel. I was…going stir crazy. Someone came up behind me and put me out. When I woke up, I was tied up in the warehouse where you found me, freezing my tail off.” You take a breath before continuing. “He was reporting to someone, don’t know who. I cut myself a couple times trying to slice the ropes off.” You lift your arms from under the covers to reveal neatly bandaged wrists. Sam scrunches his face in concern, but you dismiss his expression. “I tried to get some info out of him, but all I got was ‘Dinah’. And his vessel’s name. Julian Graves.”

“When we found you, he was reaching into your soul,” Sam states slowly.

You purse your lips together trying to come up with an adequate response. “He was…he…I…”

“You told him to, didn’t you?” Cas finishes your sentence for you. As Sam stares at you shocked, you nod ashamedly.

Dean looks at you completely stunned. “Y/N, why the hell would you do that to yourself?”

You took another deep breath and addressed the angel in the room. “Because I could see his wings.”

Cas raises his head up and down in understanding. “What did they look like Y/N?”

“Big…huge…white and shining….beautiful.” You breathe out the last word.

“Sorry, but why does that matter? Someone want to clue me and Sam in on this?”

Cas puts out a hand in your defense. “What Y/N is talking about is that she met her soulmate.” He faces you. “And I believe I know his name now.”

You and Sam speak at the same time.

“Soulmate?” Sam splutters.


Cas smiles at you. “There is only one angel with wings like those in Dinah’s unit. Your kidnapper’s name is Jabal.”

First Impressions PART 6

Catch up?

{Part 1}  {Part2}  {Part 3}   {Part 4}   {Part 5}


Pariring: Reader x Bucky

A/N: This is it! Im thinking about an epilogue but im not sure, as always let me know what you think, requests are always open!

“Kill her.” The words were full of hatred and confidence, a dangerous combination.

You felt your eyes go wide at his words, anyone else would have seen your expression as fear but it was mostly shock. Some how Bucky had forced his way passed the programming. You didn’t have time to think about it though. Bucky’s hand released your throat before smashing into the agent at the door’s jaw. You watched the plates in Bucky’s arm change position as he prepared to fight. The man slammed into Bucky’s torso but he tried to stand his ground. “I SAID RUN!” Bucky screamed through clenched teeth.

 You pushed through the door and looked over your shoulder. The fight looked intense but the other man was unarmed and unprepared for the force behind Bucky’s punches. It wouldn’t be long before he was unconscious. 

You tried to figure out where you were as you walked down the long tunnel leading from the room. It was dark, almost like you were underground. The tunnel split off in opposite directions, you could hear footsteps coming from the branch to the left and made the snap decision to go right. There was a set of filling cabinets just passed a door and you used it for cover while you waited for the sound of Bucky’s escape. 

As the footsteps came closer you were able to make out two voices. Both spoke English with no hint of an accent. Americans. Great, more people from home that had joined the wrong side. The voices sounded young. They drew closer without stopping to head the way you had just come from. You peered out from behind the drawers. 

That was most definitely the wrong move. 

One of the men made eye contact with you and you sprang in to action. You were able to take them out fairly easily. They were not very skilled in hand to hand combat and once you disarmed them they were sitting ducks. You picked up their weapons and headed back for Bucky. He should have made it out by now. 

Freshly armed, you made your way back down the corridor quicker and less careful than before. When you reached the door it was quiet with no signs of Bucky. You pushed the door open and found him slumped against the wall across from the man he had been fighting. There was no blood on the body on the floor but a quick glance told you that he was dead. His form was far too still and you couldn’t detect the sound of breathing. You turned to Bucky, fearing the worst. You crouched down beside him and pulled his face up to inspect. There was a cut on his forehead and a faint bruise blossoming under his right eye. He was awake and when his eyes met yours he looked away. 

“You should go, Y/N.” 

“Not without you.” You responded tenderly. 

“Do you see that man? I didn’t mean to kill him. I didn’t. I swear but he started saying all these things and I- I lost control. I’m not stable enough to be around people.”

 “Buck, he was trying to kill you. No one could blame you for defending yourself.” You grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. “Now lets go.” 

Bucky almost seemed reluctant to leave as you pulled him through the corridor when it came to the split you tried to pull him to the right but he insisted on going left. You looked at him as confusion colored you expression. His face was hard and unreadable. “I’ve been here before.” He said as he pulled you along beside him. 

It wasn’t long before you reached a hanger. There were several large air crafts but Bucky pulled you to a smaller, more sleek jet and helped you climb in. “Hurry, they’ll be here any minute.” He climbed in and strapped himself into the pilots seat. It was a long and quiet trip back to the New Avengers compound. 

You had so many things running through your head to sort out that you couldn’t form a coherent sentence. By the time you had reached the base you decided where to start. “So, that’s why you left. Your words showed up.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He snapped.

 “You had just come back! How was I supposed to know if you could handle this kind of thing?” 

“Maybe you should have let me decide what I could handle?” That comment shut you up. You climbed over the side of the jet with Bucky’s help and walked quietly inside the compound. Steve was waiting just inside the door. You walked right passed him and made your way to your room. You noticed Bucky did the same but headed towards the gym. Steve followed his troubled friend down to the gym. 

You continued walking, passing everyone without so much as a glance in their direction. When you got to your room you curled up on your bed and closed your eyes. Bucky’s blue eyes stared from behind you lids, cold and unfeeling. Two emotions you’d never seen from him yourself. Tears were  dripping from your eyes before you knew it. You didn’t know what kind of man he was. Hell, you didn’t know him at all and here you were crying over him. The hurt in his eyes after you found him in that room was enough to bring you to tears, even without this bond you could feel his terror and sadness. Bucky tried to free himself from the person they had made. He didn’t want to kill, yet there he was. Sitting across from the corpse of a man killed with too much ease. 

All of this was your fault. If you had spoken to him sooner he would have never left. His words would have been something simple. Now he would have those words on his skin forever. A constant reminder of the horrible things he had been through.

 A new wave of sadness swept through you before you heard the soft knock on your door. Steve opened it and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and combed his fingers through your hair as you violently sobbed into your pillow. He let you calm down a bit before he spoke. 

“This is an awfully big mess, isn’t it.” He stated in his calm and caring voice. “That’s the understatement of the century” You retorted, sniffling and wiping your face on the sleeve of your shirt. 

“I think you two should have a talk.” 

“I tried. He’s so mad at me. He’s right to be. If I wasn’t such a coward he wouldn’t have left in the first place. He wouldn’t have those awful words on him forever. How could he ever forgive me for that?” 

“Trust me, Bucky cares for you more than you know. Right now he’s mostly disappointed in himself. You guys can work through this. You are going to have something worth fighting for one day and you will never forgive yourself if you let it go now.” Steve stood up and left you alone with your thoughts. 

After a while you got up and took a shower, hoping to wash the day off your skin. The water sent a stinging sensation through the cut on your head and hands. You could feel several bruises forming on your skin. 

You stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around your hair and slipped into a stark white robe. You stepped into your room and noticed Bucky’s figure sitting on the edge of the bed. You tightened the knot on your robe and pulled the towel from your hair. You sat down next to him and began drying the ends of your hair. 

“I’m sorry.” Bucky’s voice came out as a gravely whisper. 

“Bucky, you shouldn’t be sorry. I should have told you.” 

“I understand why you didn't” He turned and met your eyes. It was obvious that he had been crying, your heart broke. “It had to be terrifying to find out The Winter Soldier was your soulmate.” You shook your head. He was completely missing the issue at hand. It wasn’t who your soulmate was, that kept you from saying anything. It’s that heart stopping feeling of possible rejection. It was the fear of some other force deciding who you should be with for the rest of your life. It was the fear of the pull you felt even now. “You know, I didn’t think you would ever exist for me.” Bucky started. “Because I’m out of my time. Steve met Peggy before I was captured. Their first words were embedded in their skin for 70 years. When I first started getting my memories back, I remembered Steve showing me after he saved me from HYDRA the first time. I looked myself over and realized I had been captured before meeting my soulmate. I didn’t think I would get this. And then, today, when those words showed up, I panicked. First, because of what they were and what that meant. I kept thinking about what cruel God would do this to me. And then I thought of you. I was hoping that even without a soulmate I could find someone to care for, it was a crazy daydream that kept me going while I was in hiding. I was hoping that maybe I could have that with you, but those words, they killed that hope. Thinking back on it now, It was my fault. If I hadn’t had the fear of HYDRA in my brain maybe those words would be different. If I wouldn’t have run, maybe they would say ‘Hey Buck.’ Or 'Pass the popcorn.'” Bucky said with a sad smile that faded quickly. “But I did and now you’ve been hurt because of me and you saw what I did to that man.” 

“Bucky! Stop. You saved my life. If any of this is your fault then it’s mine too. I wasn’t scared of who you were before. I was scared of a soulmate. Of losing my choice. My free will.” You saw Bucky’s face as your words hit home. You wrapped your arm around Bucky’s shoulders. 

“Can I see it?” He asked politely. You knew exactly what he meant and you showed him your ankle. His thumb traced the letters. “I know you’re scared of this, but maybe if we take it slow. If it feels more like a choice, it might work?” Bucky asked hopefully. You nodded and reveled in the feeling of his hands on your skin. It was an innocent touch but it felt right.

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warmness0ul  asked:

Hey! Can you do number 2, 12, 30, 32, 50, 59, 90, 93, 98 and 100? Sorry if it's too much, I didn't know how many I could request. I just found your account and I think you're awesome!

hope these were requested from the “100 Ways” prompt list ( i think they were but idk)

2: “It reminded me of you.”

You were working on a project for your art class when your phone started going off, Shawn was requesting to FaceTime. You quickly opened your laptop and accepted the call on there- that way you could still work on the project while talking. “Hey,” You smiled, glancing up at the boy.

“What’re you working on?” He asked, intriqued as to why you had polymer clay surrounding your work desk.

“Um, just an art thing. Why’d you call? Don’t you have to be on stage in like, ten minutes?” You asked, pushing your glasses up the bridge of your nose.

Shawn’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. “So, I was walking to the stage, and I saw this one poster,” He flipped the camera and showed you the silhouette-style poster of Elton John. “And it reminded me of you.” He confessed. “I know it’s the style that you like to make my posters in, and I wanted to show you that it’s a pretty cool design, even if you don’t think it is.”

You felt yourself blush, and you looked down at the clay you were modelling. “Thanks, sweetie.” You saw Andrew approaching behind Shawn. “I think you’re going to get dragged on stage. I’ll talk to later. Love you.” You blew a kiss to your boyfriend and hung up, smiling when you thought of the fact that a poster reminded Shawn of you.

12: “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

You felt yourself shiver, but you refused to admit it. Truth is, Shawn asked if you two could go on a walk to a 24-hour diner next to the hotel he was staying at, and you said it wasn’t that cold out, but it was. Shawn was bundled up in a sweatshirt and jacket, while you were in a long-sleeved shirt, which was pretty thin. “I can see you shivering, just take my jacket, please?”

Shaking your head, you crossed your arms. “I’m fi-

“No, you’re not. Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” Shawn spoke, shrugging his jacket off.

Admitting defeat, you slipped on Shawn’s jacket, sighing in relief as the warmth made you smile. “Thanks, Shawn.” You smiled, taking his hand.

“Anytime, sweetie.” Shawn smiled, opening the door to the diner for you.

30: “One more chapter.”

Turning the page in your book, you didn’t realize how late it was. It was nearing one in the morning, and you were deep in a novel, hating to think that you’d have to stop and sleep. “C’mon, it’s time to go to bed. You’re gonna get a headache.” Shawn said, coming up behind you.

One more chapter?” You asked, hopeful.

Shawn sighed, wiping his face. “I’ll be in the bunk, join me when you’re done with one more. I worry about you not getting enough sleep.” He said, hopping onto his bunk. You were on tour with him.

You smiled to yourself, eyes flicking back to the words lining the pages. You felt immersed once more into the novel, and soon realized it had been over an hour since you said you’d go to sleep, and felt guilty. You closed the book, after sticking a bookmark in the page, and set it on the couch. You walked over to the bunk, and started to get in, but the bus hit a turn and you felt yourself go tumbling down.

Releasing a string of expletives, you heard your boyfriend and his manager wake up. “What?” Shawn asked, seeing you in a crumpled mess on the floor.

“I fell.” You mumbled, standing up. 

“You’re bleeding.” Shawn said, noticing the trail of blood at your temple. “C’mon.” He lead you to the bus’ first aid kit. “No more staying up after me.” He said, small smile playing on his lips as he stuck a band aid on your forehead.

32: you can find here

50: “I think you’re beautiful.”

You sat on the floor in your room, poking and prodding at your body. You hadn’t been feeling too great about yourself lately, and seeing models on your Instagram feed hadn’t done much to help your self esteem. A knock on your door interrupted your scrutinization, and you saw your boyfriend peek into your room. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You bit your lip.

“What’re you doing?” Shawn asked, sitting next to you.

You took a breath, not wanting to admit to your boyfriend that you weren’t feeling to great about yourself. “Um, just looking.”

Shawn hummed. “What do you see? Because I see a beautiful piece of art, with so many characteristics that I love, it’s hard to make a list without keeping you here for hours.” He said, obviously knowing what you were doing. “I think you’re beautiful.”

“At least someone does.” You whispered, under your breath.

“We’re having none of that.” Shawn said, quite serious. “I know you aren’t pleased with yourself, but, as your boyfriend, I need to tell you you’re wrong.” He looked at you, and moved so he was sitting behind you. “Believe me when I tell you you’re the most beautitul girl I’ve ever seen.” 

59: “Wow.”

Walking into the dressing room, you stopped short as you saw the mess in front of you. “Wow.” You looked at the boys, who were all shirtless. “What kind of party happened in here?” You asked, grabbing your phone from where it was charging.

Shawn started laughing, and scratched the back of his neck. “We all were arguing over who had the most chest hair.” He said.

“What?” You asked, confused.

As soon as Shawn opened his mouth again, you stuck your pointer finger up. “Nevermind, I don’t wanna know.” You backed out of the room and warned Andrew to knock before entering. “Why?” He asked.

“So many reasons.” You said, unlocking your phone and walking down the hallway.

90: You can find here. 

93:  “I believe in you.”

You took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror. “I don’t know if I can do it, Shawn.” You looked back at your boyfriend, who was sitting on your bed, strumming the guitar he brought over to your place.

I believe in you, babe.” He looked at you, and smiled.

Picking up the pen, you took a shaky breath and drew the line at the end of your eye, creating a wing. You were trying the double-helix eyeliner, and you didn’t have time to fix it if you messed it up before you two had to leave to meet Shawn’s parents for dinner.

“It looks greate, babe.” He said, smiling.

You glanced at him through the mirror. “Well, considering I’ve just done a basic wing that I mastered a year ago, thanks.” You smiled, grabbing the purple eyeliner pen. You uncapped it, and looked at him. “Wish me luck.” You drew the swirly line across the black, and went back to fix it with the black eyeliner.

Please with yourself, you jumped on your bed, scaring Shawn. “Look!” You pointed to the wing, and heard Shawn make an approving hum noise.

“Looks amazing!” He said, standing up. “Now, let’s go.”

98: “Take a deep breath.”

Pacing back and forth, Shawn glanced at his watch, preparing to go on stage at Madison Square Garden. “Hey, you ok?” You asked, setting your laptop on the table in front of you.

“This is such a big show. So many fans are out there. What if I mess up? What if I forget the lyrics? Oh my God if I forget the lyrics to my own so-“

“Shut up. Take a deep breath. Relax.” You instructed him, taking his hands in yours. “You’re gonna do fine. Who cares if you forget a lyric? The fans will sing them for you.” You said, smiling.

Shawn nodded. “You’re right, I’m overreacting. Nothing bad’s gonna happen.”

“And if anything bad does happen, just know that I’ll be right next to the stage, cheering you on. I’ll be your biggest fan.” You kissed his lips, and felt Shawn smile into the kiss. “Everything’s gonna be fine.” 

100: I love you.

Stretching, you opened your eyes, smiling when you saw Shawn was still asleep next to you. You glanced at the time, and saw it was 8:30 in the morning. You yawned and curled into Shawn’s side more, smile getting bigger when he subconciously wrapped his arms around you. You reached up and pressed a kiss to his jaw line, and brgan tracing circles on his abdomen with your finger.

Sucking in a breath, Shawn peeked his eyes open and smiled at you. “Mm, morning, babe.” He whispered, voice deep with sleep.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You croaked, voice not fully there yet. “How’d you sleep?” You asked, wrapping one of your legs across his.

Shawn rubbed his eye with a fist, and laid his hand on your lower back. “Fantastic.”

You nodded, moving your head so it was burried in his chest. You reslished in mornings like this, as they were so rare with Shawn’s job. He wrapped both arms around you, and pressed a kiss to your hairline. “I love you.” He smiled, closing his eyes and going back to sleep.

“I love you too, Shawn.” You whispered, following in his steps and also going back to sleep for at least another hour.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I was wondering if you are taking requests? If not, then please ignore this, or sit on it for a while and decide. Tom did not build her up from nothing; he broke down the walls around what she didn't want to acknowledge. The book that housed a fraction of soul looked into this lonely, angry child and for just a moment saw a shadow of himself. Or basically: What if, Ginny was sorted into Slytherin?

Hm. So you seem to be asking two different questions here, and you don’t seem to know that they’re different. They’re both interesting stories probably, but I think what I’d like to talk to you about here is that nonequivalence. 

You’ve asked for a dark!Ginny, one who secretly hates, who secretly relishes in pain or dismissal, one with a hidden superiority complex and a violence in her that’s cruel enough to match a young, arrogant Tom Riddle. The youngest of seven, forgotten and left behind, belittled, bitter, and the orphaned boy who orphaned so many more in his time. 

It’s not quite my type of story, that–my Ginny is not a kind beast, but she is not a cruel one either–but it could certainly be a story. 

But then–

Or basically: What if, Ginny was sorted into Slytherin?

This is not the same question. Did you know that? 

Slytherin, despite everything, does not mean evil. It certainly doesn’t mean that on my blog, but even in canon– this is where you find Regulus Black, who died to stop old Tom. This is where you find Draco Malfoy, who was an ignorant, whiny, and self-important child, but hardly an evil one. This is where you find Andromeda Tonks, who loved so hard and so fierce and so well that she ran from superiority, wealth, and family to marry into a Mudblood house that was so much warmer than her childhood home ever had been. 

And Slytherin!Ginny is a story that would fascinate me. The traits of Slytherin– ambition, cunning, adaptability, selfishness, and possessive love– these sit well on the youngest Weasley. She falls in love with Harry day one and never gives up on it. She transforms herself to step out from waiting in the eaves for him and lives for her own self, and it’s that bright creation of her daring self that wins him in the end. She goes after things with a single-mindedness that delivers– in love, in Quidditch, in kissing boys and defending Hogwarts until the end. She breaks rules. She loves hard. She doesn’t give up. She belongs in Gryffindor, sure– bravery is a watchword; her red hair is a war banner– but she would not be out of place in Slytherin. 

And what a story that would be? The silence in the Great Hall when the name “Weasley” got followed by “SLYTHERIN.” Mrs. Weasley’s face when owls flap through the Burrow’s windows, carrying Percy’s concerned note and Ron’s dubious scrawl and Hermione’s anxious ‘Dear Mrs. and Mr. Weasley, I’d thought you’d like to be informed…’ (Fred and George of course just laughed and laughed and laughed into the silence and fell off their bench at the Gryffindor table and got bruises on their bums.) The way the Weasley parents would stress and wonder and pace and ask what did we do wrong– but in the end, the warm Weasley Christmas sweater that would arrive in the mail at the Slytherin table, a G knitted into the front, all brilliant in silver and green. 

But the worries Ginny would have that first year, as the diary ate her from the inside, as it did cruel things with her hands–she’d have the same fears that are written up there in that ask as certainties: that being Slytherin meant she was secretly wrong. That her loneliness and her anger, her ambition and all her little selfishnesses meant she walked in the same skin as Tom, the ghost-boy who was using her hands to strangle chickens and write threats and hang cats by their tails and let out monsters so they could murder schoolchildren for the sake of their blood. She would worry she was like him and she would be wrong. 

But this is what I would want out of that story– that growth, that realization, that reclaiming. You can be lonely without lashing out. You can be angry without being cruel. You can be ambitious without stepping on other people to get there. Ginny is good– a Ginny with green on her herms is still good. She is sarcastic and a bit dark in her humor, casts a mean Bat Bogey and is jealous about Cho and fiercely defensive of Luna– this is true in a lion’s House or a snake’s. 

I want Fred and George playing Exploding Snap with her and teasing her for not cheering for them in Quidditch matches. I want her to find Millicent’s temper as hilarious as she finds Luna’s oddities, and to threaten a hex on anybody who calls Millicent fatty just as quick as she threatens the ones who call Luna loony. I want Harry to conscript her to help him spy on Draco and her to take to espionage like a duck to water– because you’re a Slytherin, he says, and she laughs and says, no, because I’m a nosy little sister and always have been. 

When Ginny stays her sixth year, during the Carrows’ reign and Voldemort’s months of power, I’d want her to spit cruel words at Death Eaters and to hide her wand up her sleeve, and to stand between children and their abusers. I’d want her to marshal an army in the Room of Requirement, with Luna and Neville and every other scared, willing soul. This was her home. These were her people, her family, the things she was willing to fight for. 

When they told her–their firebrand, their war banner–that she ought to have been in Gryffindor, I hope she laughed, I hope she fumed, I hope she proved them wrong. She was here for her friends, the way Regulus betrayed Voldemort for Kreacher, the way Narcissa lied to save Draco, the way Snape spent his adult life atoning for Lily, the way Andromeda left everything behind for Ted Tonks. 

I would want Ginny to wear green proud by the end of it. I’d want her to know the evil was in Tom’s shadow, not in her, not in the color they both wore. I’d want Hermione to look up histories for her of Slytherins who saved children and fought good wars and taught and loved and built things meant to last– because ambition is about going after what you want. What in that is evil? Selfishness is about understanding that you yourself have value. What in that is evil? Cunning is about creativity, quick-thinking, rolling with the punches and paying attention– what in that is evil?

Do you know the sort of evil you can do in the name of fairness? Do you know the sort of damage you can do with bravery, with not knowing how to back down, not knowing how sometimes there is a need to give, to adapt? Do you know how you can cut with cleverness, what sort of scornful superiority can live in those high towers? 

These are stories about choice. You choose your House. You choose how to live your House. Be brave, be cunning, be fair, be curious– all of those have their dark wizards. I refuse to believe otherwise. 


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“Oppa, say Ah~” you held up the spoon to Taewoon.

He blushed and looked around before shyly accepting it. You giggled before leaning closer to him and wiping the corner of his mouth with your thumb. “Good right?”

“Mhmm” he smiled taking a sip of his coffee, to keep his composure. He always got so flustered whenever you did things like this.

The two of you were still in the very early stages of your relationship. You’ve been dating for a few weeks now, and it was working out pretty well. But even you understood he had to be careful about how open he was when he dated, so he was wary of skinship. But once in a blue moon he’d humor you and play along.

Jiho walked into the cafe, to grab a quick coffee before the studio; But someone caught his eye making him hide behind the corner.

“Jiho you alright?” Kyung’s eyes narrowed at his friend’s strange behavior.

“Psst, tell me if that’s Hyung over there” he whispered.

Kyung peaked around the corner seeing the most secluded part of the cafe to see Taewoon sitting across from you. “Yeah, that’s definitely your brother.”

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jeremy takes jean home during the summer because it's not that he doesn't trust him alone on campus it's just that he totally doesn't trust him. so he tells him family in advance not to overwhelm him and that jean isn't usually one for a conversation. he gives jean his room so he's sleeping on the couch and he argues jean on it until he falls asleep. then a couple of weeks in, he's sat with them at the table and jeremy is laughing loud at his sisters who are bickering and his parents who

just look done with their shit but when he looks at jean beside him, he’s wide eyed and in thought. he doesn’t press on at that moment but later he goes to grab clothes and sits on my his bed and watches jean reading at the desk before asking “what were you thinking about at dinner?” and jean pauses and looks up “what do you mean? ” “well you kind of had this look on your face” and jean gives an unamused look at his exaggeration but he still answers “i was just thinking about your family,”

they’re wild right?“ "not that it’s just… that’s how a real family interacts. no judgement” and jeremy just huffs out a laugh bc this fucking kid will be the death of him


But okay like Jeremy’s family, for serious. It’s not clear how Jean’s family situation was before they sold him but I think that act says enough. Jeremy probably has like a HUGE, UNCOMFORTABLY LARGE FAMILY that he bickers with all the time but loves to death but he sees how much discomfort Jean has when with them and instinctively stays with him in secluded places where Jean can relax. Jeremy’s anxiety isn’t great either so he knows all the good places to take a breather and they spend a lot of time in the attic where Jeremy tells Jean about his childhood and take walks out to the park where they can toss an exy ball around.

And the kids around the neighborhood. God they fucking love Jeremy. He’s lived in that neighborhood all his life and Jeremy knows the kids won’t judge him so they always have a great time together. Jean is pretty astounded by how loud the kids are but actually enjoys teaching them how to play exy and the bright smiles they give him when he does something cool. He feels so admired and appreciated and they kids all go “WHOAAAA” when he pulls off a complex move and it just. Fills him with warmth.

“You’re so cool,” one boy tells him, tugging on Jean’s sleeve. “Millie says you and Jeremy won championships. That means you’re a champion. How can I be a champion?”

And Jean doesn’t want to tell him about learning how to dodge the blows. How to work so hard under the hope that maybe he won’t be bleeding by the end of the day. How he can see every movement because he’s trained himself to react to every threat. He swallows it down, not without breaking a sweat, and says, “You have to really want it.” The desire to live. “More than anything.” The desire to win.

And the boy stares at him like the stars have opened up before him. Jeremy watches it unfold and barely notices when a thirteen year old checks him into the grass.

AND JEREMY’S SISTER (Millie) YO she’ll be all up in Jean’s face like “I heard you were French.” And sends out subtle middle-schooler flirting vibes that are mostly jokes like winking at him and telling him he has pretty hands and she and Jeremy end up tussling EVERY TIME IT HAPPENS and by like two months in Jean joins in and starts talking to her in French really seductively but it’s shit like “What’s for dinner tonight” and “Your brother has no fashion sense” and Jeremy is like “STOP FRENCHING MY SISTER” and it’s fun for the whole family.

But yo….. board games…… Trivial Pursuit and Monopoly. Somebody breaks out scrabble and Jean uses this horrible Polish word with like 10 z-s and Jeremy’s dad is ready to fucking fight. Family movie nights. Trips to the amusement park and Jean and Millie get lost together and have to navigate their way out of a corn maze. Jean takes Jeremy to a lake and they spend night looking out and contemplating how much has changed. Jeremy puts an arm around Jean’s shoulders once things start getting deep but they end up just falling asleep like that and Jean wakes up the next morning in a field by a lake leaning against a sleeping Jeremy. 

Just….. Jean at Jeremy’s for the summer.

signs as shit from the secret history
  • Aries: 'A week or two before the paper was due, he had started showing up in my room about two or three in the morning, looking as if he had just narrowly escaped some natural disaster, his tie askew and his eyes wild and rolling. “Hello, hello,” he would say, stepping in, running both hands through his disordered hair. “Hope I didn’t wake you, don’t mind if I cut on the lights, do you, ah, here we go, yes, yes.…” He would turn on the lights and then pace back and forth for a while without taking off his coat, hands clasped behind his back, shaking his head. Finally he would stop dead in his tracks and say, with a desperate look in his eye, “Metahemeralism. Tell me about it. Everything you know. I gotta know something about metahemeralism.”
  • “I’m sorry. I don’t know what that is.”
  • “I don’t either,” Bunny would say brokenly. “Got to do with art or pastoralism or something. That’s how I gotta tie together John Donne and Isaac Walton, see.” He would resume pacing.
  • “Bunny, I don’t think ‘metahemeralism’ is even a word.”'
  • Taurus: 'Late that night—two a.m.—my house chairperson pounded on my door and yelled that I had a phone call. Dazed with sleep, I put on my bathrobe and stumbled downstairs. It was Francis. “What do you want?” I said.
  • “Richard, I’m having a heart attack.” I looked with one eye at my house chairperson —Veronica, Valerie, I forget her name —who was standing by the phone with her arms folded over her chest, head to one side in an attitude of concern. I turned my back. “You’re all right,” I said into the receiver. “Go back to sleep.”
  • “Listen to me.” His voice was panicky. “I’m having a heart attack. I think I’m going to die.”
  • “No you’re not.”
  • “I have all the symptoms. Pain in the left arm. Tightness in chest. Difficulty breathing.”
  • “What do you want me to do?”
  • “I want you to come over here and drive me to the hospital.”
  • “Why don’t you call the ambulance?” I was so sleepy my eyes kept closing.
  • “Because I’m scared of the ambulance,” said Francis, but I couldn’t hear the rest because Veronica, whose ears had pricked up at the word ambulance, broke in excitedly.
  • “If you need a paramedic, the guys up at the security booth know CPR,” she said eagerly. “They’re on call from midnight to six. They also run a van service to the hospital. If you want me to I’ll—”
  • “I don’t need a paramedic,” I said. Francis was repeating my name frantically at the other end.
  • “Here I am,” I said.
  • “Richard?” His voice was weak and breathy. “Who are you talking to? What’s wrong?”
  • “Nothing. Now listen to me—”
  • “Who said something about paramedic?”
  • “Nobody. Now listen. Listen,” I said, as he tried to talk over me. “Calm down. Tell me what’s wrong.”
  • “I want you to come over. I feel really bad. I think my heart just stopped beating for a moment. I—”
  • “Are drugs involved?” said Veronica in a confidential tone.
  • “Look,” I said to her, “I wish you’d be quiet and let me hear what this person is trying to say.”
  • “Richard?” said Francis. “Will you just come get me?Please?”
  • There was a brief silence.
  • “All right,” I said, “give me a few minutes,” and I hung up the phone.'
  • Gemini: 'Access to the snail's interior was gained by a child-sized tunnel.[...] From this tunnel, I was extremely startled to see protruding a pair of adult male feet, shod in some oddly familiar brown-and-white spectator shoes. I caught and shook a bony kneecap. 'Charles.'
  • He began to flounder wildly, as if he had waked to find himself in ten feet of water. At length, and after repeated assurances that I was who I said I was, he fell on his back again, breathing hard.
  • 'Richard,' he said thickly. 'Thank God. I though you were some kind of creature from space.''
  • Cancer: '"Richard old Man
  • are you Frozen? it is quite warm here. We live in a Penscione (sp.) I ordered Conche by mistake yesterday in a restaurant it was awful but Henry ate it. Everybody here is a damn Catholic."'(Bunny's letter)
  • Leo: The barmaid- in her fifties, with turquoise eye shadow and lots of turquoise rings to match- looked us over, our suits and ties. She seemed startled by Charles's order of two double whiskeys and a club sandwich. [...] When his sandwich came he picked it apart, ate the bacon and left the rest, while I drank my drink and watched the Lakers.
  • Virgo: ''Now,' he said. 'A single cap, roughly this size, of A. phalloides is enough to make a healthy seventy-pound dog quite ill. [...]'
  • 'Henry, how do you know this?'
  • He was silent for a moment. Then he said, 'Do you know those two horrible boxer dogs who belong to the couple who live upstairs?'
  • It was dreadful but I had to laugh, I couldn't help it. 'No' I said. 'You didn't.'
  • 'I’m afraid I did,'he said dryly, mashing out his cigarette.'
  • Libra: ''The poison doesn't take effect for at least twelve hours,'he said. 'So even if I overdose I'll have a certain advantage, a grace period. With an antidote on hand for myself, just in case...'
  • 'An antidote?' I said, jarred, leaning back in my chair. 'Is there such a thing?'
  • 'Atropine. It's in deadly nightshade.'
  • 'Well, Jesus, Henry. If you don't finish yourself off with one you will with the other.''
  • Scorpio: 'We went through a brief spate of target practice, shooting at mason jars that were lined on a wicker tea-table we'd dragged into the yard. But that came to a quick end when Henry, who was very nearsighted, shot and killed a duck by mistake. He was quite shaken by it and we put the pistol away.'
  • Sagittarius: 'The guard turned quickly, and somehow his gaze landed not on Henry but on Francis, who was standing staring into space. "So it's you, is it?" he said with venom. "Mr Off-Campus who thinks he can park in the faculty parking lot."
  • Francis started, a wild look in his eye.
  • "Yes, you. You know how many unpaid violations you're carrying? Nine. I turned your registration in to the Dean just last week. They can put you on probation, hold your transcripts, what have you. Suspend your library priveledges. If it was up to me they'd put you in jail."
  • Francis gaped at him. Henry caught him by the sleeve and pulled him away. [...]
  • "Why the hell haven't you paid those parking tickets?" Henry whispered to him.
  • "Leave me alone."'
  • Capricorn: 'What I did experience when alone was a sort of general neurotic horror, a common attack of nerves and self-loathing magnified to the power of ten. Every cruel or fatuous thing I’d ever said came back to me with an amplified clarity, no matter how I talked to myself or jerked my head to shake the thoughts away; old insults and guilts and embarrassments stretching clear back to childhood—the crippled boy I’d made fun of, the Easter chick I’d squeezed to death—paraded before me one by one, in vivid and mordant splendor.'
  • Aquarius: '"Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o'clock, you hardly think what you're going to feed the corpse for dinner."
  • "Asparagus is in season," said Francis helpfully.'
  • Pisces: 'Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me that men had walked on the moon. 'No,' he said, putting down his fork. 'Its true,' chorused the rest, who had somehow managed to pick this up along the way. "I don't believe it."
  • “I saw it,” said Bunny. “It was on television."
  • 'How did they get there? When did this happen?'
Didn’t See That Coming? (Part 2)

Background: You and Peter have known each other since middle school, and he introduces you to a place for mutants after learning about your powers. (post-DOFP)

Rating: M (Swearing, peter maximoff)

Warnings: Peter is a little shit, language

Words: 1,100 words

Part 1

“Peter, I swear to god, if you don’t get your ass down here, I’m going to kick the shit out of you,” You swore at the smirking boy as you made your way to the front gates, “I don’t want to be the only one here without any friends.” you muttered, unsure of yourself and what was going to happen once you walked through those doors. The gates were emblazoned with an X, which you believed was a reference to the Professor’s full name, although Peter only referred to him as ‘The Professor’. It was scary, to say the least. You had gotten up at 2:39 a.m. that morning, unable to sleep for nerves, and by 2:50, you had already set out an outfit, wrote out talking points, and went over every single possible thing that could go wrong. 

Since Peter wasn’t one for sleep either, he had visited your house at 4:15 a.m. and decided to stay there to help you prepare and generally cheer you up. After asking a seeming thousand of questions to Peter about your prospect of a new home, you both departed at 8:35 a.m. for Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, a name you thought was a bit strange, but elected to go along with in the spirit of change. 

“Don’t worry, this place is for people who stick out. The Professor will be glad to accept you.” Peter gave you a reassuring pat on the back before moving his hand up to your neck and sprinting down the lawn, taking you with him. Next thing you knew, you had a faint sense of sickness and found yourself in front of the doors that so many famed mutants before you had walked through. 

“I feel sick, Peter, I don’t think I can do this.” you clutched at your stomach, closing your eyes and feeling the doubt build in your chest.

“It’s just motion sickness, it’ll pass.”

“It’s not motion sickness, Peter, I just…” you searched for a good way to explain the worrying feeling, “What if…what if I’m too strange? What if they don’t want a dangerous weirdo walking down their halls?”

“Oh, come on, the Professor will love you, (Y/N), just as much as I lo- like you.” Peter quickly added, tinging a bit red before recovering, “He’ll be thrilled to have you, you control motion for Christ’s sake, that’s pretty fuckin’ cool.”

“Fine, Maximoff, if you’re so sure…” you smirked, thinking of a way to get out of it, “Then you have to go to school with me.”

“No!” He quickly responded, stepping back from the front doors, with a look of disgust on his face, “I just got out of school, you think I want to enroll in another?”

“If it’s so terrible, then I’m not going,” You added, proposing your final ultimatum as you turned on your heel to walk away, “Either you go with me, or I don’t go at all. It’d make your mom happy anyways, Pete, this is a lot better than having to go to some community college with a bunch of frat boys.”

You began to walk away slowly, the sound of your black flats hitting the pavement before-

“Wait! I-I’ll go to the s-school if you will,” The boy finally conceded as you grinned at your shoes, “You need to learn more about your powers, and this is the best place to do that. God knows I know jack shit about this type of stuff anyways.”

You spun around, quickly running up to Peter and throwing your arms around his neck. Initially, he sort of freaked out a bit and his face flushed red. He soon got used to it, finally wrapping his arms around your waist and cherishing the small bit of affection you showed him. As you pulled away, you gave him an appreciative smile and opened the doors for him.

“You first, Roadrunner.” You bowed your head as you held open the entrance and followed him onto the polished hardwood flooring. Hearing the squeaks of his silver Nike sneakers, you felt a bit annoyed, but you didn’t have time to do anything but open your mouth to scold him before your eyes caught a young man on the staircase staring at you. 

“Excuse me, my name’s Hank, are you a new student?” The timid man said before pushing his glasses up awkwardly and outstretching his hand. 

“My name is (Y/N), and I’m hoping to enroll today. So is my friend, Peter.” you smiled as you shook his hand. He seemed sort of cute, if a bit awkward. You thought to yourself as you pulled away your hand, I think we are going to be good friends.

“Hey, is there any chance the professor is home?” Peter cut in, while gazing around the place like he was expecting it to be bigger.

“Yeah, uh, right this way” Hank spoke quickly, shaking his head as if he had woken from a trance. You followed Peter up the stairs, and Peter followed Hank. Soon, after navigating an immeasurable number of halls, you ended up in a tidy, sunny room, staring into the kind eyes of the famed headmaster.

“Hello, my name is Charles Xavier. Welcome to my school. What’s your name?” the professor smiled. He was dressed in a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up and black dress slacks. Somehow, the outfit fit his personality just right, a kind man who seemed to be an intelligent and caring soul.

“I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“I heard you were a friend of Peter’s who had come across some unusual abilities, Miss (Y/L/N)?” 

“Yes, sir. I could show you now if you like?”

He smiled graciously, “Of course, please demonstrate.”

Your eyes found their way to Peter’s, searching for reassurance as you felt this was going to affect the headmaster’s decision. Peter grinned through the few silver hairs that had fallen in his face, and you had found the hope you were looking for. Turning back towards Professer Xavier, your gaze focused on Xavier’s own Newton’s Cradle. Your heart rate slowed to a comfortable rate before your eyes shot wide open and your irises became a colorful spectrum. The cradle immediately became completely still, and for a second, it felt like the world had stopped. Nothing, not even for a second, moved. The professor’s reaction was like a penny in the air, waiting to drop upon you any second. Abruptly, you were snapped out of your hypnotic state by ten words that would change your life.

“Congratulations, you’ve been accepted into Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.”

anonymous asked:

I feel kind of embarrassed asking this, but I am an MJ fan and I never fully understood his vitiligo. I know he didn't bleach his skin, so how did he become lighter each era? Did he just let the vitiligo take over??

“Did he just let the vitiligo take over?”

You ask that as if vitiligo was something he could control. It was not. He had no choice but to let it take over.

How did he become lighter each era?

The vitiligo started to intensify during Thriller era (though it could be seen  during the Off The Wall era too). 

Behind the scenes of Captain EO (1985-86), he’s rehearsing without makeup and you can see huge blotches on his face (can’t find video of it rn but here’s a pic where it’s on his hands)

Then we get to Bad era (1987), and his skin got a lighter still. His vitiligo was a gradual thing, that made him lighter over time. The reason people during that time thought he “all of a sudden” got lighter is because 1) Michael never publicly said anything about his disease and 2) quite simply put, the man wore makeup to cover what would have made those people realize he had something wrong with his skin: the blotches. Also 3) though Vitiligo was attacking his face during OTW/Thriller era, it did not fully cover his entire face. But you could tell it was starting to cover his entire face in late 1984, basically when Say Say Say was being filmed (and even before Say Say Say was filmed). In fact you could tell because his makeup looked a little funny

(a.k.a. He was trying to cover the vitiligo using darker makeup—which didn’t work in the end and brings us to why he was so light-skinned in BAD (1987). It was because in BAD and Captain EO, he finally realized he could no longer use darker makeup and had to use makeup that matched his Vitiligo progression at the time).

If you’re covering up the blotches with makeup every time you’re out in public, without explaining what’s happening to you, you get what MJ got: people assuming that he either just became light-skinned out of the blue, or assuming that he bleached his skin. So between 1982 to 1987, which is 6 years of Vitiligo progression, MJ went from this

to this

Then at the VERY start of the Dangerous era (when he was still recording for the album), it progressed further. In The Dilip Mehta photoshoot (early 1991), Michael still looked like he did during Bad era.

But between the period of that photoshoot and when the video for Black or White came out (late 1991), the vitiligo progressed a LOT.

The Dilip Mehta photoshoot was done in January of 1991. The video for Black or White was shown in November of 1991 (and filmed a few months before that). That’s 9 to 10 months of Michael’s skin getting lighter because of Vitiligo. 9 to 10 months of Vitiligo further attacking his face and hands with blotches.

The rest of Michael’s Dangerous era videos were released in 1992, like Remember The Time (filmed in January of 1992; shown to the public in February of 1992). Again, that’s 3 to 4 months of the Vitiligo progressing more. 

(obviously he’s wearing makeup here, but without makeup this is what was really going on in 1992):

Essentially, I’m trying to get you to understand that Vitiligo is a progressive disease, that usually shows up in a person’s childhood as very small, unnoticeable blotches, then gradually progresses into bigger blotches and a much more noticeable and lighter complexion. And Michael was so embarrassed by this disease he had that not only did he wear makeup to cover it, but he also forever wore long sleeved shirts and long pants to hide all the blotches that were slowly but surely taking over his body.

With all that being said, what we got was his skin appearing porcelain in appearance toward the end of his life. 

So yes, he got lighter year after year after year because of the disease he had. Here’s a final look at what I’m trying to get at.

MJ in 1977:

MJ in 1987:

MJ in 1997:

MJ in 2007:

That’s 10 years in between photos and 40 years overall that Vitiligo was gradually taking over MJ’s body, turning his skin tone from brown to porcelain white (don’t get that confused with the skin tone of actual white people). 40+ Years of blocthes, various discolorations and him covering it up with makeup