i have never yelled at a girl like this!

so last week I was walking downtown and a girl leaned out her car window and yelled “YOU LOOK LIKE A PRINCESS” and today a girl walked past me on the sidewalk and said “I love your socks” (they have birds on them) and I suggest we replace all cat-calling with girls complimenting each other on the street because honestly I have never felt more pretty or into girls in my goddamn life

Ok but just saying if Percabeth had kids their children would get away with nothing. I mean they have like 7 other adults looking over them. Trying to sneak out at night? Not gonna happen, when Uncle Nico literally pops out of nowhere and yells at you. Trying to make out with your girl/boyfriend? Aunt Piper somehow always knows and will never let it go. Trying to pick a lock? Don’t even try it, Uncle Leo made locks that blow up in your face if you even try. My point is, Percabeths children will have like 9 super powerful demigods hovering over them, fussing over everything and being extremely overprotective.

“I never expected it to be you,” she whispered, allowing her fingers to gently trace circular patterns along the counter.

He stared at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

“I never thought you’d be the one to break me. I knew you could be an asshole to your friends and to your brothers, but you were always so nice to me. You always told me you missed me and that I was beautiful. You could make me laugh and held me when I had a bad day. You cared about me.” She sighed and forced her eyes to hold steady on his face.

“What are you talking about? I still care about you.” His fingers reached across the counter, trying to grasp her hand.

“No. Don’t. I can’t keep doing this. You lied to me.”

“I have not!!” He yelled, drawing the attention of nearby patrons.

“Yes you have!” She cut him off. “You told me you only wanted me when you were hooking up with random girls on the side. You told me that I mattered to you. You told me you cared. You cannot look someone in the eye and break them like that if you love them. You lied to me. You never loved me, and I can’t believe I was so stupid to have never even seen it coming. I care about you. I used to think I always would, but I can’t anymore. I can’t keep loving you.“

She stood abruptly and rushed to the door, head held high. She may be breaking, but she’d never let him see it.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

So the daughters of Aku are just, I cant even say brainwashed. They were just taught everything is Aku! Aku makes life good Aku gave you life. Aku is always watching you!

When the deer comes in they don’t understand what it doing. They don’t know one female and the other is male. They believe just because one is bigger it will eat the other.

When the deer show affection for one another. The girls response in confession and anger. Not knowing how to process it, they want to tear it kill it.

Then we have Asihi who is yelling saying she going to kill Jack. But like she sounds like a child, a child that repeating their mothers words. They know nothing else and it fucking me up.

Death was probably the only option if they don’t pull some nonesense later. But they couldn’t live in the outside word because of all the fucked up shit that happen to them.

I do like Jack is never given the chance to sympathize with them because it’s purely a survival moment. Its was either him or them, and i like the clean cut of that.

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Pairing: Captain Boomerang (Digger Harkness) x Reader

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Warnings: Smut and swears, rough sex

Rating: Explicit

A/N: I got two requests from anons and I thought they would be good together: “Anon: Captain boomerang having a tiny s/o who is very fiesty and won’t put up with his bullshit” and “Anon: Digger Harkness begging the reader for sex after him being away for longer than expected but she’s pouting, but finally gives in after him charming her” Also, don’t kill me, I can’t write accents 😂 so just ignore it. Also, this is literally the LAMEST title ever, I’m sorry. @speedypan wanted to be tagged!


You heard the front door open and then he was on you in seconds. He littered your neck in hot, sloppy kisses, his beard slightly scratching your neck. “I’ve missed ya so much love,” he purred in your ear. You punched him lightly in the stomach and pushed him off you. “What the hell was that for?” Digger asked, pouting. You stood up.

“Digger you were gone for over three months! You said that you would be gone for two weeks!” He shrugged his wide shoulders, the faded grey leather trench coat squeaking. Almost reluctantly, he smiled, his gold tooth glinting in the light from the ceiling fan light above him.

“The score was good.” He reached forward and pulled your hips to him. With a low groan, he pulled up your shirt to be above your hips and started kissing your hips. His hands slipped around and grabbed your ass. “I need ya. Now.” You pushed him off you, glaring at him.

“No Digger. You are getting no sex.” Digger mouthed wordlessly at you.

“W-what!? You can’t do that!” He yelled, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and pulling you hard enough that you fell into his lap.

“I can, and I will.” You got up and walked away. Digger got up and literally ran after you. He caught up, pulling roughly on your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

“Baby girl I have missed you.” You fought out of his arms.

“Yeah? Then spend time talking to me and stop trying to get me naked.” Digger groaned loudly. He let you go but sunk to his knees, rubbing his face against your stomach.

“Please baby girl,” he begged. You could not believe it. The ‘terrifying’ Captain Boomerang was literally on his knees, begging you for sex.

“No,” you say, disentangling yourself from him. “Stop begging.”

“Y/n! Please! I need ya. I miss ya and that body.”

“You have two hands,” you snap.

“But those aren’t the same!” He whines loudly, it almost sounded like he was going to cry. You looked down at him, shaking your head and laughing. There was an actual tear rolling down his cheek.

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Wanting More (Part 3)

part 1: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/157840364974/wanting-more

part 2: https://imaginexxharry.tumblr.com/post/158603757999/wanting-more-part-2

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“Harry, your breaking my heart. And I don’t think I can do this anymore.“ You say through your tears. 

 You didn’t know why you said that, and you wanted to take it back as soon as those words left your mouth. Harry looked at you confused. His mouth opened and closed but he said nothing. 

 “You know what I shouldn’t of said anything.” You laughed through your tears. You quickly got out of his arms and exited the bathroom. You knew it wouldn’t make a difference on what was going to happen in your weird relationship.

 “Y/N stop.” He takes your hand and forces you to sit on his bed with him. You looked down at your hands to avoid eye contact because you were too embarrassed.

 If it wasn’t just clear that Harry had no feelings for you, you didn’t want him to say it to your face and have him reject you.

 “Love, tell me what I did to make you this upset with me.” He placed his hands on your shaking one 

 “How can you be so oblivious Harry? I like you! I fucking like you more then just a casual friend okay…” you sighed and continue. “And it’s ok I know you don’t like me back, I got the message clear tonight.”

 “Wait what message?” You looked up at Harry and he was closer then you remembered

 “You left me to go make out with a hotter girl, I get it.” The image of her on Harry’s lap makes your heart break even more.

 “I know we were just sleeping together. But damn it Harry the least you could do is tell me you would be doing other things with girls. So I won’t feel like a complete idiot-”

 “Wait a second, and what about you and David?” Harry interrupts me. “I asked you to the party as my date, and you and David looked like you were having enough fun without me.” 

 Date.

 Harry brought you as his date.

 “You never told me you brought me as your date…” you were so confused.

 “How could you even call it that, when your tongue was down another girls throats with me on the other side of the room!” 

 “Oh and you and David making out was ok, bullshit!” 

 “The only reason I kissed him was because I saw you kissing another girl!” You yelled. “So I kissed him. To make you jealous..” your voice wavered at the end. 

 “Because i felt hurt.” The tears welled back up in your eyes and you tried blinking them away. 

 The realization hit harry and he felt awful.

 “Shh” Harry wrapped his arm around you. “I’m sorry. This is all my fault I just saw you and David in the back corner. And he was whispering in your ear and touching your leg I just thought… I don’t know. I got jealous and was stupid.” He sighed. 

 You wiped the tears from your eyes and moved away from Harry’s chest. 

“Then why did you make me leave the other night. We slept together and you literally made me leave at two in the fucking morning. You wouldn’t even let me sleep in the bed with you.” You say what you’ve wanted to say for a week now. 

“That was a dick move Harry.” He shakes his head and frowns “I know. I know. I wanted to ask you to stay honestly. But I thought you wanted to keep this more causal. I was starting to like you more and more every time we were together. And I just didn’t know how to cope. I didn’t think you wanted me like that. So I just did what I knew, and that was fucking.” 

 “I felt used.” You tell him honestly.

 Harry comes closer so that you couldn’t move away from him. He placed your face in his hands so you wouldn’t look away. 

 “Y/N, I know and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be a dougebag. Honestly I wanted to take you out on dates, hold hands, and cuddle together. I was just afraid…” he lets it all out.

 “I was too…” you tell him as you placed a piece of his hair behind his ear and gently touched the side of his face. He sighed and leaned into your touch. He gently kisses the inside of your wrist and says,

 “well I guess we can be scared together.” You smile and nod your head, “ I guess we will.” 

 Harry grins and leans his mouth towards you and you close your eyes as you were waiting to feel his lips on yours. But they never did. You opened your eyes back up to see that Harry was just starting at you with this look in his eyes.

 “What?” His intense stare made you blush. 

 “Your just so fucking beautiful, and I was always too afraid to tell you that. Even though everyday I knew it and thought it. I never told you, so I wanted to right now. Before we even touch each other again. I want you to know that not even for a second did I think of you as an object to fulfill my needs. I truly did like you the first second I met you. I just didn’t know how to tell you. So I’m sorr-”

 Before he even had the chance to finish you closed the gap between each other and kissed him. You placed your hands on the side of his cheeks. While Harry after being surprised wrapped his hands around your waist. It was slow and passionate you could feel the difference. It wasn’t lust, there was something more. 

You smiled into the kiss because you were just happy. Harry pulled away from you so you could catch your breathe, you thought.

 “So Y/N, would you be my lovely girlfriend?” Harry grins with you still straddling his lap. 

 You giggle and start bouncing with excitement “yes of course!” 

 Harry laughs at how cute you are. You bend down to swarm him with kisses but he shook his head. 

 “Nope, we are going on our first official date right now.” You look over at the clock. “Harry its two in the morning everything is closed.”

 “Not your favorite coffee shop.” He reminds you. And you totally forgot for some weird reason they are open 24 hours. Which was nice when you had those late nights to study. And it was awesome right now.

 Harry got up and gently placed you off of him and grabbed two jackets one for him and another one of his for you. 

 “Harry you really don’t have too.” He turns around to face you and walks back over to the bed and sits besides you.

 “I want to do this. I want to do this the right way for us.” The smile on your faces was priceless to him.

 After he leaned back in for another kiss. 

 He took you out on a real first date.

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LAST PART!!!!! i hoped you all like it sorry it took forever but here it is! tell me what you think and send me requests!

A Higher Education PT.5

Summary: Shawn and you are best friends at University. 

Word Count: 10,423

A/U: STIKE, yeah you all knew I was a shady bitch. Sorry, I led you to believe it was over but when I started pt.4 it was going to be so long. I thought I would have the next part up later yesterday but I was only at 2k when I posted it and clearly I did my think with word count so it took forever. Sorry for being an asshole but it was kinda funny. I PROMISE THIS IS THE LAST PART. 

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There was a light knock on the door and it woke me. Still exhausted from my crying I ached and refused to get up.

There was another knock a little longer and harder I knew whomever it was wanting me to answer but knew I probably was sleeping and felt bad for being rude.

Suddenly the idea of Brooke being drunk and loosing her keys came to my mind and I rolled over. She tapped on the door a little harder and a little longer now, not trying to be polite since the first two knocks didn’t work. Stumbling to the door with eyes almost shut I grumbled a little. When I was almost at the door the knock was loud and forceful making the smooth door shake a little. I unlocked the bolt and it stopped before I swung it open.

“Jesus Brooke,” I mumbled.

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PART TWO OF THE LUKE HEMMINGS IMAGINE.
Rating:PG-13
Warning: swearing, fighting


The next day I was just a nervous mess. It was incredible that one of my works of art was going up in a gallery. It is a huge step in my life and I’m really proud of the piece.

The reveal is tomorrow and I don’t know what to expect. I don’t expect many people besides friends and family to show up. Most of them have already seen the piece.

I get a text from Luke saying everyone is over at Ashton’s again and he wants me to come over. It again makes me happy he wants to see me.

I throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie that I got paint on a while back, keeping my hair in its messy bun.

I drive over and come in without knocking, it’s normal. I rush down the stairs, smiling awkwardly as I walk into the room.

“Oh hey!” Ashton smiles. I sigh when I see Arzaylea sitting next to Luke. I give her a quick smile when she looks up from her phone but she doesn’t seem to notice, quickly looking back down.

“Ayyy!” Luke smile, patting next to him on the side his girlfriend isn’t.

I redirect myself from the other couch I was heading too and take a seat next to Luke.

Luke gives me an awkward side hug, laying his head on my shoulder with makes my heart speed up.

I glance at Arzaylea nervously but she doesn’t seem to notice or care. I put my hand on Luke’s arm in attempt to hug him back.

I look around the room, wondering if Ashton, Michael or calum ever moved after we left yesterday because they are doing the exact same thing.

Ashton and Michael are still playing FIFA and calum is sitting on the other couch on his phone.

“How did your test go?” I ask

“Ehh. Alright I guess. Thanks for remembering.” He seems to be not just talking to me.

Arzaylea glances at him.

“I’m glad you’re here. Everyone here can’t get off their electronics for two seconds.” Luke says loudly, looking at me.

Arzaylea scoffs and clicks her phone off, putting it in her pocket.

“Happy?” She asks and he nods.

She smirks, Pouting her lips for a kiss. I look away but can see Luke his his hand and press where he kissed to her lips.

“No I want a real kiss.” She says.

I roll my eyes, not really caring if she sees. I want a real kiss too but she ends up getting one and I don’t. I can hear the smacking of their lips as they start to make out but Luke pulls away.

I try to make it seem like I wasn’t paying attention. Isee Luke glance at me from the corner of my eye.

“I call next round.” I stand to my feet, sitting on the floor next to Ashton desperate to get off that couch.

“Me too. I’ll play with you.” I hear Luke say behind me.

I don’t say anything back, “I asked you like a half hour ago if you wanted to play a round with me.” Arzaylea says.

“I didn’t want to then.” Luke replies casually.

“Okay well what about now. Why can’t I play the next round with you and she can play the next round with Michael.” She wines.

“Or you could play with Michael after we do.” Luke gestures to me.

Arzaylea shakes her head, retrieving her phone out of her pocket and clicking it on. “Never mind. I don’t even want to play anymore.” She says.

“You don’t even like playing it most of the time anyways.” Luke sounds irritated.

I know I should have just told her she can play with Luke but I didn’t want to give in. She is a girl who seems like she is very use to getting what she wants. I know it’s petty of me but Luke was my best friend years before they even met.

Finally it’s Luke and I turn. It is similar to our game, we always end up yelling at each other. More like the game I guess.

In the end I win. That’s usually what happens, yesterday was an except.

“That’s more like it.” I smile.

Luke stocks over to me, effortlessly picking me up off the ground and throwing me on the couch next to his girlfriend.

He bends his leg, putting his knee on my stomach before putting pressure on my body. I groan as he pins my arm arms above my head.

His knee is not digging into my stomach enough to hurt but just keep me in place.

Arzaylea looks annoyed as we fight next to her.

I try to knee Luke but he does a good job of dodging me.

“Lucas.” I warn, he smirks at me. “Let me go you jerk.”

I finally get an advantage and my foot pushes him slightly off me.

“Luke. She said let her go.” Arzaylea snaps. The room goes quiet and Luke looks embarrassed.

“I don’t know why you guys act like such children all the time. We are all grown adults.” She mumbles, storming out of the room for the second day in a row.

Luke let’s go of my arms and stands to his feet.

“Fuck.” He rubs his face. I stay on the couch, he just doesn’t seem happy.

I hate seeing him this way.

He walks out after her. I can hear them yelling upstairs. I hear footsteps making their way back down the stairs.

“We’re gonna go back to her place.” Luke appears back in the room.

I sit up further, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear that had fallen out of my bun.

“Um okay.” I say, looking at the tv Michael and Ashton are playing FIFA on again.

I’m annoyed at the fact that Arzaylea is stopping Luke from hanging out with his friends. Not to mention she called us children.

“I’m sorry.” Luke apologizes to all of us.

“No, I don’t know why you would want to hang with us children anyways.” I continue to stare at the tv, purposely not making eye contact with him.

“I-” Luke starts with a soft voice.

“Just go, Luke.” I say.

I can tell Ashton and calum are uncomfortable but I’m just mad.

Or jealous and don’t want to admit it.

Against my hopes Luke slowly turns around and walks up the stairs. I can hear the front door close and I look down at my hands.

I shouldn’t be mad. It is his girlfriend after all.
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I head home shortly after that. Ashton and Calum didn’t say anything about what happened.

My house seems emptier than usual. Of course I do live by myself but I didn’t want to be alone right now.

I wanted to be with Luke.

I set turn on a movie that Luke and I always watch together.

I feel so dumb, he is with his girlfriend doing god knows what. I think I would rather not know.

While I’m just sitting here pitying myself and thinking about him.

My phone starts to ring, right away I know it’s Luke calling to apologize like he always does after we’ve had a fight.

I think of just letting him go to voicemail but I’ve already come to the conclusion I’m being ridiculous.

I answer it.

“Hello.” He says. “Are you still at Ashton’s?”

“No.” I shake my head though I’m alone in my apartment.

“Look, i’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have let Arzaylea talk about you guys like that. And I shouldn’t have left.” He says over the phone. I can tell he honestly feels bad.

We have never been able to stay mad at each other.

“No, Luke. She is your girlfriend, I get it.” I try to make him feel better.

I wish he would have stayed, I wish him and Arzaylea would break up but I’m not that lucky.

“Yeah, but you are my best friend.” He says making me smile.

That makes me so happy. “Aww you’re going to make me cry.” I say jokingly but I’m pretty serious.

I love hearing how much he cares about me because I care about him so much it hurts.

“I love you.” He says.

Every time he says that my heart jumps even though it’s something we’ve said since we were younger.

“I love you too.” I say.

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That's Not Funny ( Gaston x reader

AN: Ta-Da! It’s finished, I do hope I do not disappoint anyone who reads this. I absolutely adore Luke Evans and his portrayal of Gaston. This is my first time writing for him so please I would some feedback. And please let me know if you would like anymore like this. Tagging @yayume-ladypenguin So without further ado please enjoy.

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

You stood there leaning against the wall watching madness unfold right before your eyes. “ What are you doing?” LeFou asked walking up to you. “ Watching those bimbettes attempt to get Gaston’s attention.” You said with a smirk. It wasn’t even that late in the day and they were already getting flirtatious with him. “ You really enjoy this don’t you?” He asked . “ I do I really really do.” They were even pushing each other out of the way just to get to him. Of course he likes the attention but the three of you knew that nothing was ever going to happen. You sigh “ Oh those sad little soles don’t stand a chance.” LeFou laughed slightly as he knew it was true. Then he noticed you slightly staring at your friend with almost the same look but with more real love in them. “ You love him don’t you?” Snapping your head toward him about to retaliate the comment he interrupted with. “ Don’t pretend you don’t. I can see it in your eyes.” Deep down you knew he was right but it was… Well Gaston and you didn’t stand a chance. “ Why would he pick me when he has that thin little beauty over there?” You said pointing at Belle so desperately trying to get away from him. She doesn’t even appreciate the attention she gets from him even when she’s not around. “He only likes her because she’s a mystery to him. ” he explained. “ Exactly! She’s pretty, smart, dresses nice, and well is worthy of him.” You said with a hint of jealousy in your voice. “ Come on (Y/N) your all of that and more. You know him like no one else does, can match his hunting skills, funny, witty, and in my opinion far more beautiful than Belle.” He said resting his hand on your shoulder for reassurance. “ Thank you LeFou. Though your words are kind not everyone shares that opinion.” You said then Gaston walked over “ There you two are I’ve been looking for you. Are you alright (Y/N)? You seem a bit, not like yourself.” You told him that you were fine and just tired. Luckily he believed you. And the three of you went to the stables to go wonder around outside of the village. The woods were so beautiful, it didn’t matter if you were hunting or just riding through it always seemed magical. While the boys would just go in for some good fresh air, you went as an escape. An escape from the town, the world, anything really. You were much slower than your two friends due to you wanting to enjoy every detail. As they road ahead LeFou decided that he would have a little intervention to help you be happy. “ Gaston do mind me asking a question?” Gaston raised an eyebrow “ Of course LeFou. You could always do that.” As they both rode further away from you. LaFou was hoping you would not hear. “ Why do you pine after Belle? There are plenty of other girls in the village. Some even more suitable than her.” He explained. “ She’s the only girl in the village who doesn’t crave my attention like the others or make a fool of herself. It’s a wonder, she’s just so different. Those ‘other girls ’ just swoon and fawn. But Belle she is able to talk to me like just a person, without all that other stuff.” Gaston explained. “There are girls who don’t act silly like that. And who talk and treat you like a normal person.” LeFou said trying to hint about you. “ I highly doubt that LeFou. Name one girl that can even match everything Belle has.” Challenging his friend confident that he couldn’t name a girl in the entire villages that wouldn’t act like the others. “ (Y/N).” Gaston then stopped dead in his tracks. When your name was said a little bit of realization came into his head. You were someone who had shown respect, who had just been yourself with him and viceversa. He remembered when you two meet. It was right after the war and you were helping many townspeople put there lives back together. You seemed out of place, He guessed that’s why you caught his attention. You had offered some of your time to see if he needed help with anything. He tried using that whole confidence and prideful attitude but you were able to see right through that. As time went on he felt like he didn’t need to pretend around you, you were like a comforting animal. You were the only person who could bring this softer side he kept hidden out. “But you are wrong about one thing my friend, (Y/N) doesn’t love me.” LeFou sighed “Thats why she’s not like everyone else. She doesn’t want to tell you and is to scared to show it.” There was a long silence between the two then you appeared “ Hey guys. What are you talking about. ” Completely oblivious to the fact that they were discussing you and your feelings. “ Nothing. Shall we head to the tavern?” Gaston said trying to act like his normal prideful self. After what felt like hours of just talking and drinking a few girls appeared to flirt with Gaston. You politely excused yourself and went to sit by the bar. LeFou went to go sit with you being annoyed with the girls constant high pitched squeals. “ What are you doing (Y/N) ?” You passed him the bottle on the counter. “ Playing a type of drinking game. Anytime those girls swoon, squeal, or do anything stupid you take a swig. ” you said taking a drink hearing a girl scream. “ You are absolutely terrible. ” he said joining in. “ That’s the way you like me isn’t it?” You said raising an eyebrow. Soon after you and LeFou started your little game Gaston walked over to the two of you and asked “ ( Y/N) could I talk to you for a moment?” Confused you accepted. What on earth could he want to talk with you about? He took you over to his chair by the fire place. “ (Y/N) I was wondering if you could join me for dinner with just the two of us?” He asked. Your breath was stuck in your throat. Where did this come from? “ Pardon?” You laughed not able to process what’s going on. “ Would you like to go out on a date? I was just thinking since we’ve known each other for so long that we could, you know go out. I’ve come to realize that I like you.” He said with that gorgeous grin. You felt like you couldn’t breathe. This would only happen in your wildest dreams. But with that thought you knew that it couldn’t be true. “Gaston that’s not funny.” You said slowly backing away . “ It wasn’t meant to be funny. I really like you.” He said walking towards you. So many thoughts were going through your head most just trying to deny what was happening. Why on earth would he say this? It had to be some sick joke and you weren’t laughing. “ No you don’t. You never have and you never will. And I… I…” You stammered you couldn’t even think straight. You tried to just walk away. “ ( Y/N) could you please just answer me?” He asked getting frustrated. “ Gaston I just… I don’t like this please stop this sick and demented joke it’s not funny!” You exclaimed. “ God (Y/N) why can’t you just be stupid like all the other girls and just say yes! I hate that you’re this different. Sometimes I wish you were like them then I wouldn’t have so many problems like this with you!” Gaston yelled. For a moment everything stopped. It felt like you were shot in the heart and lungs. Did he really just say that? You don’t know why but those few words had hurt you. When you got back into the moment you sternly said “ Leave me alone. And do NOT follow me.” And with that you left. Gaston was in shock as well. Why did he have to say that he wished you to be different? The one person that he loved and that could have loved him back, had just walked away furious with him. LeFou walked up to his friend to make sure he was alright. “ I really messed up didn’t I LeFou ?” Weeks had gone by and you and Gaston have not talked ever since that night. You even avoided LeFou, because you concluded that the only reason Gaston would have said anything like that is if LeFou told him how you felt. Most days you didn’t even go in to town. But essentials started to run out and you had to go get food from the market. At first everything seemed to be going okay no one asked any questions as to where you were you just bought food and it was great. Though your luck could not last forever as you heard a familiar voice call from behind you. You continued to walk away and his voice called after. This quickly got on your nerves. “ I don’t want to speak to you Gaston.” You said continuing to walk away. Gaston then grabbed your free arm to get you to stop. Knowing he was way stronger than you and you wouldn’t want to make a scene trying to get away. “ (Y/N) stop. We haven’t talked in weeks.” You rolled your eyes not regretting answering him. “ There’s a good reason for that. Now let me go.” You said not even wanting to look in his eyes. “ Not until you hear what I have to say.” You huffed as a response. “Please I’m-I’m… I’m sorry about what I said the other night. I was acting like a jerk. I thought that I could just do what I normally do to ask a girl out and I would get the same result. But your not like them, you’re different, in a good way. You have more, what’s the word? Dignity. You are my friend you are you and I love that. You do this thing to me that makes me feel safe. Like I don’t have to pretend around you because you just see right through me. I’m sorry about that awful night, I should have known you were to good for me. I just wanted you to know I love you for you and not for a person who’s the same as everyone else. ” There was a long silence between the two of you. Despite a noisy street the only thing you could hear was each other’s breathing. Then Gaston sighed and said “ I know it’s a funny thing, but I really do love you.” He let go of your arm. “ That’s not funny.” You said with a smile then took a deep breath. “ I love you too.” He then with a hesitant hand brushed your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. You returned this action with just as much enthusiasm. This felt amazing. You could hear all the gasp from the villagers all around you, but neither one of you cared. You were to caught up in the moment. As you broke away and leaned your foreheads together you could hear some girls huffing, whining, and a little bit of crying. You just smiled both because of the many women watching and because this wasn’t fake or imaginary or even a dream. You knew truly that he loved you. “Remind me to thank LeFou for telling me to do this. ” He said. You nodded your head. Thank goodness for LaFou because neither one of you would have had the courage to do this. “ So would you like to meet me for dinner? I would like to do this again.” He said sheepishly. You giggled “ I wouldn’t miss it for the world Gaston.”
Sparks Chapter 13

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Bucky and y/n go to a children’s birthday party! Bucky’s arm getting poked and prodded by little toddlers. 

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Every Outsiders fanfiction/imagine summed up in a post

Ponyboy: oMG gUrl u liK runNing aNd suNsEts 2? nAturEs frst gReN iz gOld

Sodapop: Hi I’m Ponyboy’s really hot, nice older brother. Also- cars. Btw we have great sex and you’re gonna convince me to go back to highschool

Darry: I lik 2 roof housez and also im rlly responsible and muscular. Alzo, i yell @ poniboi 4 evryting. B@d poni ¿wtf do u tink u doing?

Johnny: I’ve never spoken to another human being in my whole life. Every time I sneeze my parents beat me or the girl I’m interested in. Also, I’m rlly hardcore so let’s run away to Canada girl to escape our horrible parents bc I secretly have a job and earned money to buy tickets to Canada.

Steve: u lik cars and Steve tinks that’s hot. Also did I mention Steve likes cars?

Two-Bit: *is always drunk* *has never been sober ever* what is sober??? Makes you laugh by falling off of something and srsly injuring himself

Dally: I’m a cold hearted dick who hates and disrespects every girl except you. *cheats on you with another girl* wait no y/n itz no wat it loks lik!!1!!1!! *cries when you break up with him and leave* *plays guitar outside your window* *has your babies*

Beware

Request: Hello I’ve recently come act your blog and I am in love❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!! I was wondering if you could do a bucky one shot for me based on the song Beware by Big Sean. I’m just a really angsty person so I love a lot of angst. If you can’t it’s fine I will continue to read your amazing stories! 💕💞💖💝💓💗

A/N: Hi!! Sorry for taking so long. Thank you for being patient and for saying all these nice things. I love angst too! Hopefully this imagine isn’t a huge disappointment. I didn’t take every part of the song into account, hopefully that won’t be too big of a problem. I hope you like this one! Feedback is appreciated. Remember, you can send an ask to me anonymously if you want. I didn’t add the lyrics in this fic like some people do, it just didn’t fit with my writing I guess? But you can listen to the song, if you want or search the lyrics. I’ll link the music video, if you want to check it out.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Words: 2,316

Warnings: angst, cheating, cursing, drinking, Bucky’s a huge douche in this but the lyrics in the song were pretty douchey too, so… be ready for that.


Big Sean - Beware (Explicit) ft. Lil Wayne, Jhené Aiko


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When Mary read John’s journal she found something odd in a certain page. The title written on the page was bolded and underline: WATCH THEM. Mary raised her eyebrow in confusion. Watch who? She straightened the crumbled page and began to read the entries.

April 13, 1994 (Sam 11, Dean 15)

I told Sam to stop sleeping with Dean, but the boy was so damn stubborn. I kept catching Sam holding onto Dean the next morning. It caught me by surprise with their closeness but I let it slide because Sam was close with his older brother. Still had to scold him for disobeying me, though.

October 26, 1995 (Sam 12, Dean 16)

Sam started to rebel against me, and I couldn’t have that. I didn’t do this for him to hate him. I just wanted Sam to understand that we weren’t safe, nowhere was safe for us. I just wanted my sons to be okay. Dean would always intervene when we began to argue. However, I have noticed something, Sam never yelled at Dean, instead he would cross his arms and sulk.

I didn’t like this one damn bit.

May 19, 1996 (Sam 13, Dean 17)

Dean went out tonight with a random girl. I allowed him since he’s a teenager and he needed to have a break from being stuck in a motel. I drank a couple of beers and watched t.v. since I couldn’t leave Sam alone. Not only that, but Sam had been angry all night and even snapped at me. I didn’t understand him sometimes. Lately, Sam has been moody and acting childish, I was beginning to think if it was Dean’s fault for spoiling him too much.

Dean returned from his date. I witnessed Sam running up to his brother and hugged him. Something churned in my stomach upon seeing them embrace each other. I had to drink a couple of more beers that night in order to forget what I just saw.

February 3, 1997 (Sam 14, Dean 18)

Today I saw Dean whispering to Sam in his ear and watched him turn bright red. I immediately separated them and demanded to know what Dean said. Sam responded with ‘he told me that his girlfriend’s younger sister has a crush on me, sir’. I laughed and shook my head. I was beginning to think that I was loosing my mind. I was seeing things that weren’t even there.

Later that day I told them no more sparring, having their bodies pressed with one another was something I couldn’t have them doing. It’s too risky.

September 14, 1998 (Sam 15, Dean 19)

Dean and I were hunting a siren in a small town, I left Sam behind since it was too dangerous. Dean accidentally fell for the siren’s trance, prompting me to kill the son of a bitch, but before I could Dean suddenly attacked me and tried to protect the siren as he shouted out, 'Don’t hurt Sam’! My eyes had widened in horror… Siren’s ability was to impersonate a loved one, someone you deeply desired. When Dean said Sam’s name… I nearly lost it.

June 22, 1999 (Sam 16, Dean 20)

I kept an eye on both of them from now on. Never once letting them out of my sight. I took Dean with me on every hunt now, Sam was old enough to be alone either way. I couldn’t tell my oldest son anything, he had no clue that I knew the truth. I’m not fully sure if there was anything even between them, but I needed to be more cautious. Sam’s mood had also rose, he had shouted at me and even threw my journal across the room. A part of me knew that Sam was angry because he was tired of the hunting life, but the other part of me knew was because he couldn’t see Dean anymore.

December 5, 2000 (Sam 17, Dean 21)

The first time I saw hickeys on Dean’s neck, I just knew it was not from a random girl. Not when Sam also had similar ones around his neck. No matter how hard I tried… both of them would sneak around. I started to wonder if it was somehow my fault. I never blamed Dean, maybe I should have, it seemed easier that way. Yet, it wouldn’t be fair. I left them alone a long time. Everything was all my fault and I couldn’t do a damn thing to stop it.

August 27, 2001 (Sam 18, Dean 22)

Sam left us. I told him to never come back once he stepped out. I couldn’t believe I told my son those harsh words. What kind of father was I? I went to the bar and drank so much alcohol that I passed out in the impala. Dean was no better. He was furious and wanted nothing more than to hunt all the monsters out there. Dean never once talked about Sam. It was just us now. Maybe it was better this way. Although, I knew Dean had his heart broken for the very first time.

March 16, 2002 (Sam 19, Dean 23)

I got after Dean today for being reckless. He almost could have gotten himself killed by the werewolf. What was he thinking? Then, I found him drunk in a bar, flirting with the bartender. Enough was enough. I dragged his ass out of the bar and drove back to the motel. What broke my heart was that he kept calling out for Sammy… I should’ve been disgusted by it, I knew Dean wasn’t saying it in a platonic way. But when he started to cry and say 'I miss you, Sammy. Why did you leave me? I thought you loved me’. I just couldn’t bring myself to get after Dean, or say anything at all. He was already suffering as it was.

Once finished, Mary began to cry as she read each entry again, she covered her mouth with her hand. Did her boys really love each other? She had never seen them act lovingly, no more than brothers. But if they fooled John for the first couple of years… Who was to say they wouldn’t do the same thing to Mary?

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Jerome x Reader

Warnings: Strong language, violence, almost murder?

Part One   Part Two  Part Four  Part Five


“I don’t know where he went Jim.” You snapped, glowering at the man who had been keeping tabs on you ever since he tracked you down the first-time Jerome escaped from Arkham.

“Do you know who he’s working with?” Jim asked helplessly, the few pictures of the known Maniax covered a board in the room but several were still missing.

“Jim, Jerome is insane, I doubt he trusts me enough to tell me his brand of shampoo, let alone where he’s gone.” You shook your head when he glanced at the ever-present Harvey.

“What if we can protect you from him, would you help us then?” he offered and you slowly got to your feet.

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Masquerade 2.1: The Birth of Red Mask

Nothing changes people more than other people. 

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

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

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

Park Jimin ft. other characters

High school au

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

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

Originally posted by 9taefox

            I wasn’t always Red Mask.

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

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

           You get the gist.

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

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

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

           Love to me seemed so simple.

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

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

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

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

           They didn’t even consider me an option.

           I was always, always friend-zoned.

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

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

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

           But then in high school, someone finally did.


           Let’s call her Temptress.

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

           She was the alpha female of my class.

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

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

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


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

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

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

           I gulped. “Yes?”

           "Have you ever been with a girl?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           And she chuckled.

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

           "You’re so cute, Park Jimin.“

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

           "Relax and follow me.” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           OH. That’s what it did.

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

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

           Talk about saving my luck.

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

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

           "Yes, please.“ I squeaked out breathlessly.

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "S-S-SEX?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "Massage them Jimin.“

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

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

           "O-o-okay…“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "Have a taste.” she urged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           Oh.

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

           "Would you like to feel?“

           I nodded, my words still failing me.

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

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

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

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

           "Put a finger inside me.“ she instructed.

           I furrowed my brows. "Where…uh… ”

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

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

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

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

           "Do it…please.” she begged.

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

           "Oh my god, Jimin.“

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

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

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

           "I need your tongue there.“

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

           "My tongue?”

           "Yes, taste me. Please.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           Was that a good or bad thing?

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

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

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

           "I’m so sor–”

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

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

           "I need you inside me.“

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

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

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

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

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

           "Top what?“ I tilted my head inquisitively.

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

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

           But I was wrong.

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

           They both finished and only then did she notice me.

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

           I stared at her, nearing tears.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

           But one day, my plans were foiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

           "What?”

           "Thanks for that.“ I smiled at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

           But she soon had enough.


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

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

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

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

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

           "But you have a boyfriend?“

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

           I collapsed on my knees, overwhelmed.

           "Goodbye Jimin.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2.2: THE REUNION (COMING TOMORROW)

Paint it Black

Winchesters x Sister!Reader// Bobby x Reader

Dean’s dying and there’s only way you can think of to save him.

Warnings: Blood, the boys and you are being chased, a character death.

A/n: Reminder that requests are open ☺ italics is what the reader wrote in the note.

Forever tag list: @Freaksforthewin , @thewinhunter, @cambriacaneatnoodles, @brokennoone , @youtubehelpsmesurvive , @chrisevansthedoritobastard , @winchesters-favorite-girl , @we-know-a-little-about-a-lot @godh8salyssa @dean-baby-Winchester @straightasdeanwinchester@animexchocolate

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“If you’re reading this, I’m dead.”

Pausing, you inhaled a shaky breath and continued.

“Please know that this is what I wanted. To die and save another. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, and never in my entire life would I have thought it would go down like this. But hey, that’s life. Right?”

**Six Hours Earlier**

“This way!” You could barley yell out to your brothers due to shortness of breath from running. “Come on, hurry up!”

With one blood stained hand you held the metal door open. The other was extended towards your brothers who were running to the safe zone. Also known as Bobby’s “keep demons out” room.

Sam rounded the corner, glancing behind him to make sure Dean followed. Of course he was. Your hand instantly connected with Sam’s as you helped him into the room and over the large step. He threw his bag down and hobbled over next to you. Yelling for Dean to hurry.

He couldn’t have been more than three feet in front of you when the look of relief hit him. He was safe. Without a second doubt you reached out and grabbed ahold of his hand, trying to yank him in faster. But you couldn’t. Something had locked on tightly to his leg. A Hellhound.

Giant familiar claw marks reached upward and clung to the skin on his back. You never let go of him. Even as he was on the floor you held on tight and tried to get it off. There was no way your mind could think clearly, your brother was being torn to shreds in front of you when a gunshot went off. The grip on Dean let go and you didn’t hesitate to pull him in and shut the metal door.

“Oh my God.” You were all out of the woods for now, except your oldest brother who laid on the cold floor as blood came out of him like air. “What do I do?” Both of your hands were holding onto him. Looking down at his eyes which we’re going blank.

Sam showed up beside you, putting an old rag to the deeper wounds and pressing down on them. The sound that came from Dean was dreadful enough as the site of it all was. The only thing you could do was give him your hand to hold.

“Shh. Shh. It’s okay. It-it’s okay.” Tears poured from your eyes uncontrollably. “You’re gonna be okay, big brother. I promise.”

It seemed as though hours had passed, and they had. Bobby showed up eventually and informed your he coast was clear. But even he wasn’t ready to see his adopted son bleeding out. Dean’s entire face was pale. The amount of blood loss was bad, and the fact you suspected an infection didn’t help. Somehow the three of you had managed to get the badly wounded Winchester upstairs and onto a bed.

“It’s pretty bad guys.” Bobby spoke to Sam and a very devastated sister, you. Of course you were nowhere near Dean. There was no need to get him worked up.

Sam must’ve noticed how your entire body language changed. You were slouched over and your head was hanging low. It was like his instinct was to walk over and wrap his arms around you.

It was like this was a trigger. Tears once again began to fall as soon as his touch met yours. “He would never be in this position if I would’ve just…pulled him in.” His arms tightened around you even more.

“Nobody is saying it’s your fault.” His voice vibrated your ears as he spoke. Your head was directly on his chest.

“Nobody had to.” Pushing away from Sam you took your hair down from its messy ponytail and began heading towards the front door. Bobby got in your path and tried to stop you.

“You really think I’m lettin’ you out of here to do somethin’ stupid, kid?” Placing a hand on the door knob, you just smiled the best you could for the time being.

“I need to get some air before I vapor lock in here.” Obviously both of them weren’t buying it. “I’m staying right out front by the door.” You stepped outside, taking one last glance of your perfectly messed up family.

There was no doubt in your mind that both of them were watching in the window. But you didn’t care. They both knew you prayed in cases like these. But neither of them would guess you were asking for assistance form a certain person.

“Billie. I know you’re out there. Watching from a distance.” Your eyes were closed as if you really were praying. “Dean’s dying, but I’m sure you already knew that. And I- I want to trade my life for his.” The familiar face showed up in front of you.

“And why would I do that?” Her arms were crossed as they almost always were.

“What’s it to you? A dead Winchester is a dead Winchester. I only ask for one thing…”

**Back to Current Time**

“I completely understand if you’re all mad at me. Honestly, I am too. But I couldn’t just stand by and watch my big brother die. Plus, I’m a Winchester. Throwing my head on the train track for somebody else is kind of in my blood.

Dean, don’t carry the weight of my death on your shoulders. This was my decision. And don’t get self centered and think I did this for you. I did it for everybody. The world needs a strong hunter- the world needs you. If I’m being upfront I did it for me too, it was my fault you weren’t safe in time.

Please…all of you: Do right by me. Kickass everyday. Drink a beer. Rock out in Baby. Most importantly, go kill some evil sons’ a bitches for me.

I love you all. -Y/n”

“Son of a bitch…” Dean just whispered it barley, but your lingering soul in Heaven looked down at him, listening in.

I don’t like the way Callie is treating AJ with this whole Aaron thing.

If AJ was being delusional and putting his own insecurities onto their completely platonic friendship, then obviously AJ is the one with the problem. But he’s not. They’ve kissed. Not only have they kissed but while she was dating him. And the way Aaron acts just makes matters worse. Every time AJ walks in, he acts like he’s the one bothering them. He goes out of his way to be rude and disrespectful and just genuinely talk down to AJ in front of Callie and doesn’t let the fact he’s her boyfriend stop him from making moves on her.

And what does Callie do? Not only does she not defend him in those moments, not only does she just shrug off his advances, she acts like AJ’s THE ONE WITH THE PROBLEM.

Granted, I still don’t like the way AJ said he never would have been jealous of Aaron this entire time if he had known he was trans. That was a dumb comment. Aaron is no less of a guy than he is. But if I’m in a relationship with someone and they are hanging around someone (guy or girl) who is SO FUCKING RUDE TO ME IN FRONT OF YOU, and you don’t say shit and I’m not allowed to express my discomfort with this relationship without getting yelled at then 

CLEARLY YOU DON’T FUCKING LIKE ME.

If their comments towards me doesn’t bother you enough to either say/do something to help me, then you clearly don’t fucking like me. 

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