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Fall For You (M) | 02

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Summary: You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his reputation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.
Word Count: 10,272
Genre: fuckboy!Jungkook, college au, hate to lust to-

Part 01. Part 03

It wasn’t over.

After your night with Jungkook he was on your mind more than ever. You didn’t go to any parties in the following days, but you couldn’t help but think of him during the evening, of if he was drinking to get drunk or to maintain appearances as he brought another girl to his bed. The idea of him, wrapped around a random girl, his tongue shoved down her throat, didn’t bother you.

No, what angered you was how he continued to consume your thoughts, even though you hated him more than you’d ever hated anyone else.

It wasn’t fair.

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Words can’t express my feelings right now. Grieving doesn’t seem right as I didn’t know Jay personally, but saying that I feel sorry for all her loved ones doesn’t either because it doesn’t express the sentiment I want to convey. I’ve been around a lot of people who lost a parent either when they were young or just starting adulthood, and I’m still not sure what’s worse. Both are horrible experiences and I can only find gratitude in the fact that Jay raised beautiful children who will support each other through this all. I don’t want to make this a post about “I know what you’re going through.” or anything of that sort. 

I only want to say that I respect Jay for all she’s done for her family, and just people in general as she seemed like a wonderful human being, and I respect any decision made by their family no matter what it is. I hope you all find some peace with each other.

Spring Awakening Songs Explained
  • Mama Who Bore Me: Give Me Sex Ed
  • Mama Who Bore Me Reprise: Give Us Sex Ed
  • All That's Known: Oppressed White Boy Wants Education
  • Bitch of Living: But Why Am I not Having Sex Right Now?
  • My Junk: I Masturbate Over You
  • Touch Me: Everyone is Lonely and Horny
  • Word of Your Body: Pain Kink
  • The Dark I Know Well: Sexual Abuse (I couldn't make this one funny)
  • And Then There Were None: Fuck the Only Person Left Who Cares About Me
  • Mirror Blue Night: Very Poetic Masturbation Sequence
  • I Believe: Church Kink
  • The Guilty Ones: We Sinned Instead of Going to Church
  • Don't do Sadness/Blue Wind: Please Don't Kill Yourself Moritz
  • Left Behind: Goddamit Moritz
  • Totally Fucked: Grown Ups Really Suck In Case You Couldn't Tell Already
  • Word of Your Body Reprise: Pain Kink Gay Edition
  • Whispering: Babies Make Everything Better
  • Those You've Known: All My Friends Are Dead
  • The Song of Purple Summer: We Know This Song is Meaningful But it Just Sounds High

Reita: leader just used the phrase “zonk out”* twice but that’s kinda old-fashioned, right? do people still use that?

Kai: fuck off! lol

so it’s an old-fashioned word! lol 

it’s certainly better than REITA’s “crash out”**! lol (΄◉◞౪◟◉`)
Reita: so, it is old-fashioned after all, huh. it’s just that you brought it into the conversation sooo naturally (lol) I’m blown away***!

The words they originally used were *バタンキュー and **即寝こくわ which basically mean the same thing (falling asleep immediately/passing out, etc.) only that Kai’s word is a rather old (or even obsolete) one whereas Reita’s (I’m pretty sure) is not even a real word. The last one ***おったまげー is also one of those dead words. 
I know, “zonk out” is not actually an obsolete word but I didn’t know a word which was so please bear with me ♡

I’m going to break this down so people find it easier to follow. This was around 3:20, I’m sitting in a police van after a little incident near Berwick Street, London 

 I decided to pop into a cafe and grab something to drink when I took a glance to the side at a man smiling at me 

 I got bad vibes but didn’t think about it until he stood right behind me and started humming words like ‘so beautiful… so lovely…’  Having had drunk/cheeky men often say things like these when out at night I chose to brush it off and waited my turn 

 He then began to touch my hair. I turned around and told him to move back. Responded with nothing but a smile, stayed exactly where he was 

 I placed my order, took it, when his turn came he didn’t order nothing. The employee asked him if he was going to buy anything, and all he said was 'I love you’. I’ve never met this bloke in my life 

 I didn’t leave the cafe. Took a seat next to two women in the hopes that he would give up and just piss off. He came and sat right next to me, it was the most uncomfortable feeling

 Once the women noticed, they asked me if we were together. I said no and one of them demanded he leave, the manager was called out and she threatened to phone the police if he didn’t. 

 'I won’t go until she goes’. 

 This was happening all while he was merely inches away from me. Even after the police were called he chose to stay. I was invited to sit closer to the women and as we made idle chat we could hear his breathing get heavy. I was on edge the entire time fearing he would get aggressive and attack someone. This went on for about forty minutes, he finally got up but before leaving, told us he’d follow me 

 One of the women ran out to see where he was going, he was wandering around the market the whole time we were inside and was gone when a siren was heard

 I had to be escorted back to the station by two policemen. Apparently this is not the first time such a case is reported, it’s very common there but very rarely during the day when it’s safer. If you’re by yourself or planning to visit London stay away from the Soho area entirely. Full of drug dealers and hidden sex shops down alleyways that have had past cases of traffickers, one of the police escorts told me. It’s fucking disgusting.

too sweet (m)

pairings: seokjin x reader

words: 3,412

genre: smut

a/n: this is based off that kink compatibility test floating around somewhere. i’m not spoiling anything so that’s it i’m saying. also this is pretty shit because i have no motivation to write and just as i was finished, the realization that i wrote smut hit me pretty hard. like no i’m just a girl who was supposed to remain innocent till she died and then this happened and idk what happened why am i writing smut.


Originally posted by yoongichii

oh my goody goody gosh gosh everything’s a mistake don’t read anything the gif should be a good enough reason for you not to please leave before you regret reading this

Sex with Jin never failed to bore you. He was always open to new ideas to spice up your adventures in your bedroom. And strange or not, you were never left disappointed with what he’d have to offer. However, one day, he revealed a new kink to you. Food play.

Of course you were you surprised when he walked into your shared bedroom one evening holding a couple of plastic bags that obviously held a wide variety of sweet foods. He reached the large bed before sitting down in front of you. You watched in confusion as he began emptying the contents in front of you, making your eyes run over the few bottles of flavoured sauces, as well as a chocolate cake, a box of donuts and a range of different types of candy.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, looking into his eyes as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. His expression was normal, as if what he was about to say wasn’t weird at all.

“I want to try something new and I think you’ll love it.” His voice growled lowly as he finished his sentence, causing shivers to run through your body. He took your silence as an ‘okay’ and grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head before throwing it across the room, discarding the fabric. Next were your sweats. He pulled them down your legs in a fast pace, showing how impatient he was.

After you’d managed to help him and kick the pants from your legs, he admired your bare body, your bra and panties covering the beautiful body parts that always drove him crazy. After a few more seconds of his eyes running over your body, his eyes snapped up to meet yours as his hands pushed you back to lie against the bed.

His crawled over you, stopping right on top of you, before dipping his head down and planting a deep kiss onto your lips. You lifted your head up in response to deepen the kiss and before you knew it, you were both moaning against each other’s mouths as his tongue slipped into your mouth. The muscles fighting each other for dominance. After a minute, and both of you realising that neither of you were going to give up, you let him take over the kiss but he pulled back, not wanting to get off track with his plan.

He rested his forehead on yours as you both panted heavily, your warm breath hitting each other’s faces as it escaped your lips. Once you’d both regained your breath, he sat back up and reached behind him to pick up the three bottles of sauces.

Chocolate, strawberry and caramel.

He placed the strawberry and caramel beside him before opening the lid do the chocolate one. His eyes caught yours in a heated stare while a small smirk appeared on his lips. He moved the bottle upside down -so the tip was on top of your stomach- before squeezing, moving his hands to draw something on your skin. You lifted your head up to see the outline of a roughly drawn penis on your stomach. You looked up to see Jin stifling a laugh as he looked at his artwork on your stomach.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” You asked with a small scoff. His smile dropped as you glared at him for being so childish, “Oh come on, would you rather have the real one, baby?” He asked in a teasing tone, causing you to flip the bird at him. His reaction was quick, reaching forward to wrap his free hand around your finger. “Watch where you stick that finger, baby girl. Or the next place it’ll be used will be inside of me.” He growls lowly, but you don’t feel intimidated one bit. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” You cooed back with a smirk playing on your lips. He chuckled in reply before letting go of your finger and sitting back up before planting his gaze on your stomach once again. He slowly began leaning down until he lips were only a few centimetre away from your skin.

You could feel his warm breath hitting your skin and it was slowly driving you mad. Mad enough to make your hands fly up to his hair, your fingers tangling themselves in between the strands. “Jin, please. Lick it.” You beg, your hips jerking forward slightly when you felt his wet muscle come in contact with your skin. His tongue picked up the sweet sauce, all while tickling you slightly. Had the atmosphere not become heated, you would’ve began giggling. But the pleasure was too satisfying, little breaths were emitting from you lips instead of your light laughs.

In a matter of seconds, he’d managed to lick the penis off and he was sitting back up again, a small patch of chocolate sauce sitting on the corner of your lips. You pointed to the spot where the chocolate sauce was on your face, “You have a little something over there.” You say, watching as his tongue poke out from his lips to lick it up. You both moaned at the same time, him from the sweet taste of the sauce, and you because god damn. You love his tongue.

You loved his tongue when it was fighting with yours for dominance. You loved his tongue when it’s pushed deep into your core, making you cum in a matter of seconds. You loved his tongue running along your stomach as he caught the remnants of the chocolate sauce. And you certainly loved his tongue right now, as the tip pushed out from in between his lips, almost like he was giving you a teasing little show.

Jin’s voice calling your name pulled you out from your train of thoughts, “Y/N. You wanna choose the next flavour?” He asks, and you looked to see the three sauces sitting beside each other with the front facing you. “I choose… Caramel.” You say, pointing to the dark yellow bottle. He nods in approval before picking the bottle up, popping the lid of before holding it on top of your stomach once again, but before he could squeeze the bottle, his eyes fell to your panties. A wet patch was forming where the fabric covered your clit and he was reminded how bad he needed to see you.

His free hand moved to the band of your underpants before his thumbed hooked itself around the elastic. He withdrew his hand, pulling the fabric down your legs while the cool air immediately hit your dripping clit. You shivered at the feeling while your eyes shut in bliss at the feeling of not being covered by the fabric. The next thing you felt was the cool liquid of the sauce drop on your lower stomach. Your eyes opened to see him drawing a line down from the middle of your stomach, stopping only a few inches from your clit. He finished his little drawing by drawing a triangle at the end of the line, pointing down to your entrance. The both of you couldn’t help but snicker at the small picture before he closed the lid and placed it back down on the bed.

He bent forward, placing a sweet kiss on your skin just under your bra, trailing his lips down before stopping just before the trail of caramel. His eyes snapped up to meet yours and your breath hitched in your throat, the sight was just too fucking sexy, you couldn’t help but feel excitement well up in your stomach, causing more juices to leak out from your entrance. Jin’s eyes fell down to your clit before they returned to your eyes as if asking for permission. You nodded, “Go for it, baby boy.” His kiss were quick, catching the sauce, with some messily lying around his lips and soon his lips molded in with your folds.

As soon as his tongue slipped into your entrance, you were an even bigger moaning mess for him. Your hands gripped his hair even tighter, while you grind your hips against his mouth. The taste of the caramel mixed in with your juices was something he didn’t realise he craved so badly until then. He was moaning against your clit, making the heat in the pit of your stomach expand and with a couple more rolls of your hips, you let go of your orgasm. The wave of pleasure and relief washed over you as your climax finally came to a stop, but he continued the torture by licking up your clit, collecting the last few drops of your sex before he sat back up.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so much better when you’re mixed in with the caramel sauce.” He moaned, licking his lips to capture the remnants of you before a smile made its way to his lips as he leaned down, pressing a sweet little kiss on your lips and sitting back up again. “Alright, next.” He says, clapping his hands together and looking at the packets of sweets that sat on the empty side of your bed.

“Jin wait,” He looks up at you, “Let me blow you first.” You smirk at how quick he is to nod his head eagerly, “Strip for me, baby. But leave your boxers on, I want to take those off myself.” You say, sitting up from your position as he gladly obliged and stood at the end of the bed, removing his clothes and keeping his boxers on as you said before he returned to the bed, sitting on his knee in front of you. You admired his large build, something you’d never get used to before your eyes feel to the large bulge in his boxers. You held back a small chuckle as you reached forward and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of his boxers before pulling the fabric down to his knees. He shuffled out of the material, kicking it off the bed before his attention returned to you.

Your eyes quickly snapped up to his eyes from his pulsing cock, a flushed expression evident on your features. You sent him a small smile before turning your head to the side of the bed. Your eyes immediately landed on the box of donuts and an idea popped into your head. You picked the box up and pulled the cover up. A chocolate glazed donut sat beside a strawberry glazed, an original glazed and a cinnamon sprinkled donut sitting opposite of the two. You turned the box around so the contents were facing him, “Choose one.” You offered. His eyes scanned over the donuts before reaching forward and picking up the cinnamon one, “Only because it’s your favourite.” He says, sending you a wink as if he knew what you were planning to do.

You nodded in approval as you closed the box and placed it on the bed before taking the donut from him, “Good choice. On your knees.” You say, lightly tapping his thighs as he obliged and sat up on his knees. You smiled and held the donut on top of his tip. Much to your dismay, the hole of the donut was way too small to even wrap around his tip, so you found yourself picking little pieces around the hole until it was finally big enough for him. You lifted your head to look up at him and found him heavily staring back at you. You bit down on your lips, the look on his face making your stomach flip. Your gaze returned to his standing cock and without waiting a second more, you pushed the donut down his shaft. Almost immediately, a deep moan emitted from his throat followed by a silent, “Fuck, it feels so much better than a cock ring.” You stifled a laugh as you pushed the donut to his base and wrapped your lips around his tip, the feeling making him jerk his hips forward, but you don’t budge.

You let out a small chuckle as you continued swirling your tongue around the tip, catching the few drops of pre-cum as your hands flew to his thighs. “Y/N, I need more. Please.” He begged, your eyes looking up at him to see his expression contorted in pleasure. You bobbed your head few times before opening your lips a bit bigger, taking him in more until his tip hit the back of your throat. You accidentally swallowed down a gag, causing his hips jerk up once again, “Y/N, don’t do that.” He whispered breathlessly, his hands flew up to your hair, holding the strands in a makeshift ponytail. You looked up at him apologetically before bobbing your head in time with his hip thrusting into your mouth. Your hands moved up to his hips, holding them in place so he’d stop moving before you forced more of him into your mouth, until eventually your nose was touching the donut wrapped around his base.

You held back the gags that were practically begging to be released, keeping your cheeks hollowed out around him as you slowly your saliva. The feeling of the control you had was making your head spin but you continued focusing on him, swallowing only two more times before you felt him twitch in your mouth. “Baby, I’m about to cum.” He whispered, clenching his eyes tightly as you squeezed your mouth around him one last time to encourage his orgasm, and then you loosened around him as he shot his warm seed down your throat. You pulled your head back slightly and swallowed his climax down before bobbing your head a few times and then pulling back. Pants were coming out heavily from your mouth, as you continued to regain your breath. Your eyes fell on the donut wrapped around him, making you remember your motif. You leaned forward, keeping your eyes locked on his, as you took a bite out of the donut. You closed your eyes and savoured the taste of the donut as it slid down your throat mixed with his cum, before going back for more and in a matter of seconds, the donut was gone and Jin was looking down at you with a hungry look on his eyes.

“I just want to fuck you right here, right now.” He growled, pressing his forehead against yours as you stared into each other’s eyes, “Then why don’t you?” You pressed on, lifting your head up so that your lips were ghosting over his. He caught your bottom lip with his teeth, pulling it back slightly before letting it go, “Because you know I can’t when there’s nothing around your neck.” He replied, bluntly.

He was right every time the two of you had sex, he’d always put a choker on you because the sight always drove him into a bigger sex monster, making your it better every time he pounded into you. But based on the theme you two were going with you doubted he had any chokers on him. “But what’re you going to use, daddy?” You asked, looking up at him with large eyes. He chuckled at the sight of you before showing you a packet filled with candy strings. You bit your lip as he opened the packet, pulling out a long strip from the bag. He looked at the length before nodding to himself and dropping the packet beside him.

“I’m going to need you to hold your hair up for me, princess.” He says and you reach behind your head, picking your hair up and holding it in a high ponytail. He smiled down at you before taking the other end of the string and wrapping it around your neck, making sure it wasn’t on too tightly before tying a small little bow. He sat back and nodded in approval at his work on your neck before his eyes fell down to the rest of your body. Your bra was still on and his eyes fell on those first. A scowl made its way to his lips as he pointed to your chest, “Off.” You nodded quickly and reached behind to unhook the bra. You’re about to let it drop from your arms, but instead it’s ripped from your chest and thrown across the room, “Why do you need to take so long?” You hear Jin’s voice question before his lips place kissed in the valley between your breasts.

Small moans escaped your mouth from the pressure and heat of Jin’s kisses on your skin. He trailed the kisses down your stomach before stopping. He propped himself on his elbows, placing both of them on either side of your head so he was hovering above you, th bottom half of him was planted in between your legs. You let out a small moan the feeling of his tip rubbing against your entrance in a teasing manner, “Jin please. Baby, don’t tease.” You begged before he pushed himself into you, filling you up whole. You arched your back off the sheets, letting out a small string of curse words as he grunted at the feeling of you around him, “You’re so fucking tight, babe. I love you so much.” His deep voice moaned out before he withdrew his hips and slammed into you once again, making you cry out in pleasure.

The sound of your skin slapping together filled the room along with your loud cries of pleasure. You felt Jin dip down to your neck. He placed a small kiss on your your shoulder blade before he moved his head to your neck. He sucked on the skin roughly, leaving small patches of dark purple in its wake. You found his teeth graze against your skin before he bit down on the candy string around your neck, snacking on the string as his hips continued to pound into you.

“Wrap your legs around me, princess.” He whispered into your ear, pausing his hips for a second for you to do so, your legs tightly wrapped against his hips as he brought them back and pounded into you once again. You couldn’t help but let out a loud cry at the new angle, feeling your orgasm fast approach. “Daddy, I’m about to cum.” You whimper, clutching the bedsheets around you tightly as he moved his head to the other side of your neck, wanting to bit more of the candy, “Then cum, baby. Cum all over my cock like the good girl I know you are.” He whispered, biting down gently on your earlobe and seconds later, you clenched around him one last time before your climax washed over you for the second time that night. His thrusts grew slower as he chased his own high before you felt his seed shoot into you. A small ‘fuck’ escaping both of your mouths as you experienced the overstimulation from his rolls and him from coming down from one of the best orgasms he’d ever had.

He pulled out of you seconds later and rolled to your side, wrapping his arms tightly around yours as you both panted to catch your breaths. After you’d both regained your breaths, your senses began to reappear and you notice the feeling of the candy missing from your neck. “I can’t believe you actually ate that.” You chuckled, lifting your hand to feel your neck, but not before a smooth texture runs over your finger tips. You grab the object and bring it to your vision, a long string that had bite marks on both sides was being held by you. “Looks like I didn’t.” He replies beside, you bit down on one head before dropping it and facing him. He grabs the other end with his teeth and continue chewing on it until your lips meet in a sweet kiss. You can’t help but let out a small giggle before you pull back from the kiss and chewed the rest of the candy.

You both lay in silence for a few seconds before Jin’s voice broke through, “You know how I said the next time you stick your finger, it’ll be up me? Yeah when will that be?” A snort escapes your lips as you look at him, only to see him staring back at you, and you realise he’s serious. “Why not now?” You shrug and you both proceed to finger each other into oblivion. Pshheewwww.

You just let me leave. You didn’t think twice, you didn’t even blink. You just told me I was right, you couldn’t handle it and you just let me leave. Like we didn’t have the spring.. like we didn’t have all those summer nights on school benches and all those rooftop smoke sessions. Like you forgot the love we made in the backseat and all the dreams our hearts poured into each other afterwards..all the heavy stares, all the funny words.. and all the pain we swam through just to even get here. Like the world wasn’t already against us.. like my mind wasn’t already plotting to kill me. Like it was all just nothing. Like I was nothing.
—  Loners Club
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[Part 2/3] Continuation of the Reiner x Geek!Connie au (x)

Still can’t believe that I actually did part 2 and it’s not even finished. Part 3 is still in a VERY slow process. Haha. ha. 

shevine–fangirl replied to your post: “I’m not voting for a woman who’s gonna start…

Cman people it’s they choice, maybe you see Clinton as an angel who came to save America but others see her as the devil himself, I mean look at her recode and the wars she supported in the middle east and how fast she change her words and policies. If you want to vote good for you but try to respect other people’s choice too.

To quote Rhodey that is a DANGEROUSLY NAIVE ATTITUDE. 

Yes you have the right to not vote. No one is saying that. But saying you aren’t going to vote is giving your non-existant vote to the republican party which is basically giving the election to a DANGEROUS, RACIST, RAPIST. 

If you think her policies are bad on middle east WHAT DO YOU EVEN REMOTELY THINK TRUMP WILL DO WHEN HE WANTS TO TAG AND RECORD MUSLIMS IN OUR OWN COUNTRY. 

Not voting or voting for trump is an ATTACK on people like myself and my family and everyone I love who is Brown, Queer, Struggling for Money, who chooses to educate themselves and is forced to put themselves into debt. 

Respect MY decision to say that you’re part of the problem and not part of the solution to better our country if you’re not even willing to partake in the fucking discussion. Sit in the corner and be quiet if that’s what you wanna do but don’t think you’ve done anything GOOD or BRAVE or COOL or SMART or whatever fucking reason you want to say that you chose not to vote.

Saying you choose not to vote is basically taking a SHIT on the people like women, or black people or anyone else who was DEPRIVED the right to vote.

The whole reason you should vote, especially if you don’t like the potential candidate is so you can vote for THE REST OF THE PEOPLE IN CHARGE. Fucking pay attention in your goddamn history/government class and you’ll realize its not ONE PERSON making these laws.  YOU’RE VOTING FOR THEM AS WELL. 

I’ve never ever wanted to avoid or step away from Tumblr more than I do right now.

Because the Sherlock Fandom is literally making me want to bash my head into a wall.

They don’t have to kiss or say I love you to be canon people! Actions speak louder than words to both of them and you cannot tell me their actions do not say “I Love You” more. They are so completely selfless when it comes to each other (barring a few out of character moments) and I have honestly never seen two people more in love both in media and in real life.

They are back at 221b and happy, raising Rosie together and solving cases again.

I would kill to have someone love me as much as these two love each other.

A continuation of this that I didn’t think I’d actually do but…here it is anyway.  Again, Blackmadhi, with implied past Blackbright/Phantomquill and a lot of focus on Simon’s mental state.  Deals once again with Simon’s PTSD and includes descriptions of a panic attack.  Approx. 2600 words.

After that first night, Simon would be lying if he said that things hadn’t gotten better with Nahyuta within the next couple of days.  

The investigation seemed to run smoother, and even though they still bickered some, it was mostly teasing, and the two prosecutors would smile at each other after delivering some half-hearted insults. Yes, once in a while they would actually get frustrated, but that was mostly due to the contrasts in their personalities.  Luckily, it would not really last.

Nahyuta was even able to find a local restaurant that specialized in Japanese food, and surprised Simon with that one evening, which had made him smile rather happily instead of just giving one of his trademark sly smirks.  He could have sworn he saw Nahyuta’s cheeks tinge pink after that, but perhaps he had just imagined it, because the foreign prosecutor had turned his face away.

Even the nights had gotten a little bit better, if only because Nahyuta had been able to drag him out of his nightmares almost as quickly as they began.  Each time he slept, as soon as Fulbright’s face materialized in his mind, Nahyuta was gently shaking Simon awake.  It was poetic, Simon couldn’t help but think…when Fulbright’s face – only existing in his unconscious thoughts – disappeared and Nahyuta’s took its place. At times, Simon had felt an overwhelming urge to reach out and touch the other prosecutor’s features…his cheeks, his hair, his lips…if only because Simon wanted to make sure that he was real.

And that his face was actually his own.

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trying something new here. this is my first ever original story i’ve written and i really love it and want to share it! (tagging @clearascountryair @marvelthismarvelthat @buckysbears @bioforensics AND @inevitablyfitzsimmons for reading this and betaing and @superirishbreakfasttea, @lapiccolina @bookedbyfandoms because you guys said you would read it if i posted and I LIKE VALIDATION )

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I have just pulled out yesterday’s leftovers from the refrigerator when someone knocks at the door.

‘Knocks’ probably isn’t the right word. ‘Knocks’ suggests that I was expecting someone, maybe my parents arriving—cooing and boisterous—excited to see how their daughter’s changed her childhood home. Or maybe a boyfriend, bringing homemade apple pie for dessert and cuddling and maybe something more.

But my parents are gone, I don’t have a boyfriend, and I hate apple pie.

And whoever was at my door was banging on it so hard and so urgently that for a moment I feared it was the police, even though the police probably wouldn’t knock at all.

“Coming!” I call over the noise as I make my way to the front, clicking my tongue when instead of stopping the pounding just seems to grow faster and harder.

I crack open the door and peer outside even though it’s almost too dark to see anything anyway. “Hello?”

The overhead light automatically clicks on and everything is illuminated.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve panics when Sam starts dating someone

It was such an unexpected thing that the way his palms started sweating and his heart started racing took him completely by surprise. He must have been standing there, dumbfounded and oddly worried, for too long because Sam’s smile faltered. “Cap? You all right?”

He nodded, but the assurance might have been short lived as he sank into a chair, mumbling an apology with words that were barely coherent.

Sam let go of Nicole’s hand, as she had been introduced, and moved to crouch in front of his friend, his leader, and his brother. “Cap, you gotta talk to me.” When Steve’s eyes flashed to the girl, Sam glanced over his shoulder. “Let me have a minute with him. I’ll meet you outside, baby doll.”

When it was just Sam and Steve, the Falcon’s attention was completely on his friend. “What’s going on, man? Is she part of Hydra or something? I’d sure know how to pick ‘em.”

“No, I just…”

“What?”

Steve couldn’t breathe and he recognized the symptoms of a panic attack for what they were. “It’s really stupid.”

“Hey man,” Sam reassured him, “If it’s making you feel like this, it’s not stupid.”

“I just thought I would lose you.”

“What?”

Steve shook his head, having a hard time articulating his thoughts. “People fall in love, Sam, and I’m always left behind.” Bucky had the military, and it took him away from Steve. Irrationally, he thought this girl was going to take Sam away from him, and he ached at the idea of losing yet another person he’d come to trust.

“Whoa…” Sam ran a hand over his head. “That’s kinda heavy. I’m not going anywhere. We’re brothers, you and I. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Steve nodded, but wasn’t convinced.

“Just breathe it out, man. And when you’re ready, the three of us are gonna go out for dinner. I really think you’ll like her.” All tactics to make Steve feel included, but he was too grateful for them to call Sam out on it.

In the extremely unusual occasion that a run in with the FAHC results in an arrest rather than an all out firefight an argument could be made that the members of LSPD are even more displeased than the criminals themselves. It’s not just that many feel the crew members don’t even deserve the luxury of an arrest, think the world would be a better place if they were shot on sight, but also the fact that the interrogations themselves never go to plan. The possibility of being the one who brings about the downfall of the FAHC sours in the face of the intangible feeling that the arrest was intentional, that getting one of the Fakes into an interrogation room is still somehow playing into their plans.

Neither Pattillo nor the elusive Brownman have ever made it to the station, the few occasions which have come close getting cut short before they get any further than the squad car. Pattillo is unerringly polite even while effortlessly knocking out arresting officers, while Brownman is utterly relaxed, putting up no resistance and complaining loudly about losing the chance to sleep away the afternoon in custody when his crewmates drag him free. Dooley, on the other hand, seems to turn up at the station with alarming regularity; the FAHC’s newest member wandering in for anything from paying off minor traffic tickets to reporting petty crime. Its infuriating, the man exuding nothing but appropriate respect and utter sincerity, and without any evidence, without anything but street knowledge of his involvement, they can do nothing but treat him like a regular citizen.

When Ramsey is brought in he is calm, judgemental and obnoxiously sure of himself. He proclaims his innocence, his ignorance, his life as a simple businessman with just enough of a smirk to make it clear he is laughing at them, never once even hinting at anything incriminating. Interrogating the man is always a race against the clock; through bail or legal intervention he’s out of their hands almost as soon as they get him. Once, and only once, a detective tried to go the unethical threatening route, claimed other members of the crew were in unrecorded rooms having one-on-one sessions of their own, that if Ramsey cared about them at all he would just confess and save them all the trouble. It was months before they got all the blood off the walls, and the mysterious failure of every camera in the interview room had the station caught up in internal investigations while Ramsey walked away scott free.

Where interviewing Ramsey is always too short to be satisfying, no detective can be done with Jones fast enough. At first the fact that he doesn’t shut up seems like gift, his rages an easy way to trip him up, trick him into revealing information, but its not. Jones will curse you out, run his mouth about the precinct, the cheif, your mother, his own mother, and the competence levels of his crew but he never says anything of use. Even when they wise up to his methods, realise he is waiting out his time as efficiently as Ramsey in his own way, there is still no directing him; his rants and rages as genuine as they are frustrating.

The observant would note that the vagabond was never once arrested before the force gets a photo of his face, fuzzy and still obscured by face-paint but finally mask-free. When he is brought in, silent and looming but disturbingly amiable, the first thing they take is his mask. Then promptly wish they could put it back on, piercing blue eyes amused and unconcerned as the Vagabond’s smirk only twists his face-paint into more grotesque obscurity. Despite staying utterly silent, being securely chained the the table and making no aggressive moves three separate detectives leave his interrogation room in a near panic, two more refusing to even enter in the first place. Mask or no mask there is no lawyer alive who could argue for the Vagabond’s freedom, but a convenient explosion grants enough distraction for the empty cuffs to be left neatly on the table, a box full of contraband disappearing alongside the familiar black skull.

Interviewing Free feels a lot like signing up to the crew’s personal watch list. He doesn’t have the presence or deniability of Ramsey, doesn’t rage like Jones or ooze threat like the Vagabond. Instead Free is all smiles and winks and cheeky flirtation, derailing the interrogation to ask questions of his own, from opinions on sea monkeys to the statistical likelihood of extra-terrestrial life. For those detectives who play along he will answer questions in turn, talking fondly about the most dangerous criminals in the city, never actually helpful but close enough that it almost feels like a victory. For those who don’t, the detective’s who’s interrogations are aggressive and underpinned by something nastier, Free’s demeanour doesn’t change, but his careless questions do. He asks about their money problems, their monthly AA meetings, the not-always-figurative skeletons in their closets. He’ll ask, still smiling despite the rising tension, about each of their family members by name.