i held off for so long

Harry Styles - Guest Songwriter Imagine


[I’m not as happy with this as I wish I was when I first imagined writing this and that kind of bums me out. I’ve thought about re-writing it but just wanted to get something up for you guys. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m not happy with this - I’m just not. I hope you all like it though!]


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deal | pt 2 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,848 

warning: pure filth you’re welcome

> part one


Jungkook is no longer tender, his lips ravish your body in such a way that it has you believing that the powerful kiss you had shared earlier that evening was nothing but a mere brush of flesh upon flesh.  Hands don’t hold you like priceless porcelain, instead it’s with a vice like grip that he clings to the skin of your hips almost as if he’d cease to exist if he let go.

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Criminal Minds men as things I've done
  • David Rossi: my first grade teacher yelled at me not to slouch and I was feeling particularly defiant that day so I slid under my desk and laid like that until she removed my overdramatic ass
  • Jason Gideon: when I was 7 I was given a baby to hold and I really hated babies so I held it away from me at arms length
  • Derek Morgan: I once asked a mall santa for world peace
  • Luke Alvez: as a small child I hugged a stranger in 7/11 instead of my dad and played it off by hugging everyone in the store
  • Aaron Hotchner: when they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up at preschool graduation I meant to say a professional/workaholic but what came out of my 4 year old mouth was ”a briefcase”
  • Spencer Reid: as a toddler I named a goldfish long orange boy
  • Stephen Walker: I was alone playing the piano in my high school band room once and a random teacher walked in to tell me it sounded pretty but it was a song from spongebob so I started dying laughing

religion-of-one  asked:

Any chance you can help provide references to Susan B Anthony's racism? I've got some ignorant white "feminists" to educate.

“I will cut off this right arm of mine before I will ever work or demand the ballot for the Negro and not the woman.” – Susan B. Anthony 

“What words can express her [the white woman’s] humiliation when, at the close of this long conflict, the government which she had served so faithfully held her unworthy of a voice in its councils, while it recognized as the political superiors of all the noble women of the nation the negro men just emerged from slavery, and not only totally illiterate, but also densely ignorant of every public question.” – Susan B. Anthony 

“The old anti slavery school says women must stand back and wait until the negroes shall be recognized. But we say, if you will not give the whole loaf of suffrage to the entire people, give it to the most intelligent first. If intelligence, justice, and morality are to have precedence in the government, let the question of the woman be brought up first and that of the negro last.” – Susan B. Anthony & Elizabeth Stanton 

Quotes from Kirsten West Savali article “‘When and Where I Enter’: The Racist Expectations of Whites-Only Feminism”

Tumblrs reverseracism and knowledgeequalsblackpower have several posts on this, so be sure to head over there and take a look. 

Yours, Castiel

Anon Request: Could you do a Reader x Cas where Cas makes creative use of one of his feathers?

Word Count: a little over 2k

Warnings: this is some CHEESY SHIT, FAM. also there’s some language. but basically just a fluff overload.

Originally posted by yaelstiel

You slowly walked into the map room and rubbed your eyes, still weary from sleep. You were surprised when you opened them and saw Castiel sitting at the table, furiously writing something with…a feather?

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An Ice Cream Misunderstanding | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Jealousy, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first ever write-up that I am posting, so please be nice. Haha. If you have requests, don’t hesitate to message me and I’ll get back to you. Jealous Zach will always be my favorite Zach for some reason, next to dumb baby Zach. Anyway, enjoy!

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“Baby can we go get some ice cream?” my boyfriend says with puppy eyes as he laid his head on my thighs while we were seated in front of the TV watching a movie.

“I think there’s some chocolate ice cream in the fridge left.” I reply, as I stroke his head with my hand.

“But baby, you know I like pistachio, from that place, our favorite ice cream parlor?” he whines with a pout as he looks at me with puppy eyes again.

“Puh-lease?” he pouts as he grabs my hand and places it under his chin.

“I hate you Zach Dempsey.” I reply as I laugh and shake my head.

“Let’s go then.” I reply as I pinch his cheeks and a wide grin forms on his face.

“Thank you baby I love you!” he replies as he sits up on the sofa and pinches the bridge of my nose.

“Zachary! Don’t!” I reply as I stand up and run to the bedroom to get the car keys and my purse.

We both get ready and head on out of the house to go to our favorite ice cream parlor. Zach drives for the both of us most of the time, but he got an injury during a basketball game, and he was told not to do any activities for 2 weeks. Those 2 weeks are almost done, and he’s healing very well. We reach the ice cream parlor but there weren’t any parking spaces near it, so we had to park quite far. We got off of the car and started walking, Zach held my hand as we walked. While we were walking hand in hand, a familiar voice yelled out my name which made Zach and I look behind us to check who it was.

“Y/N!” the familiar voice yells as he waves his hand from side to side.

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anonymous asked:

andreil

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…


who is more likely to hurt the other?

ummmm painful first question wow?? Definitely.. neither… wtf. I think emotionally Andrew might be more likely to be just callous enough that Neil takes it to heart, but it would be like,, almost impossible bc they understand each other so well. Maybe when Neil is really baring his soul and andrew is still walking that indifferent line. Maybe when andrew graduates and neil forgets andrew’s brand of emotional distance bc there’s REAL distance to contend with, you feel

who is emotionally stronger?

Andrew m8

Neil had to be emotionally strong for so long, and he doesn’t have to be anymore. But ANDREW….. his emotions are out of order like he’s built a safe around himself and neil just happens to have the access code 

who is physically stronger?

AndreW this isn’t even a debate Neil is lithe and wiry and andrew can pick him up with one hand. Like if you don’t think Andrew’s biceps are shredding his t-shirts we didn’t read the same book ://

who is more likely to break a bone? 

ur joking

Neil breaks his bones walking down the stairs my guy. That little bastard never outgrows being a hazard. Also he’s an aggressor in Exy, my boy has 2% regard for his own wellbeing, ball is life, etc. I can’t in my life imagine smooth and cold as steel Andrew breaking anything that isn’t someone else’s 

who knows best what to say to upset the other? 

Okay andrew has that cultivated distance but neil is….. a machine. Remember when he kept provoking andrew about his assault bc he wanted a response out of him?? Like,, yeah. Neil knows how to take out the one brick that will topple a person. He’s sharp and scathing and aware of people’s weakness (Andrew’s more than anyone’s)

who is most likely to apologize first after an argument? 

Also Neil man he drops a bomb and walks away but he starts to come back more and more. He starts to realize that arguments =/= break ups, and apologies =/= weakness. He starts fights and he fuckin finishes them. He loves andrew more than he loves the upper hand

who treats who’s wounds more often? 

>_> andrew is down here on the side of the court dabbing disinfectant on neil’s gashes once a WEEK. (Andrew? won’t let anyone else touch neil??)

who is in constant need of comfort? 

Both. They have a lifetime of hurt that needs untangling and andrew’s in there cutting through neil’s with scissors, neil’s talking until andrew forgets his

It’s symbiotic - their relationship is built on comfort, you know? it thrives on it

who gets more jealous? 

I think Andrew because Neil doesn’t….. know jealousy. Like he hasn’t met her. Someone could be straight up grabbing Andrew’s ass and Neil would be like huh. friendship is evolving so fast. Andrew is very quietly furiously jealous and it’s sort of? all the time? Like he got in so deep so fast that he’s jealous of the foxes, and people at the bar, and he’s jealous of like.. exy

who’s most likely to walk out on the other? 

Like.. for good? wtf neither NEXt

who will propose? 

Well ;)) I’ve ;)) written this ;)))) here

spoilers it’s andrew for practical purposes because romance is a foreign land that they will only visit if someone’s life hangs in the balance

who has the most difficult parents?

LMAO

who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? 

I think andrew makes a grab for neil’s hand if he’s stressed about wherever they are? LIke contact is actually a big part of the way andrew protects. But I think Neil obsesses over andrew’s hands and he’ll try it, and andrew usually doesn’t care enough to pull away. They both feel like 5% safer linked like that. Their armbands brush. It’s gay

who comes up for the other all the time? 

Like in conversation??? andrew. neil can’t shut up, next

who hogs the blankets? 

Andrew dude he’s contrary catch him in all black wearing knives huddled in a blanket fort with a pint of ben and jerry’s. Neil is a very still sleeper he doesn’t move like.. at all. Andrew’s a restless & light sleeper, and he’ll take advantage of any comfort he can get

who gets more sad? 

hi they’re always sad… sorry about it…. anyway

who is better at cheering the other up? 

Andrew’s better because he doesn’t like. try. Not in any obvious, quantifiable way, anyway. He gives neil space when he needs it and coddles him when he needs it. He’s a hand on the back of his neck. He’s a force of nature that Neil gets so caught up in that he forgets, for a second, that he’s living on borrowed time

who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes?

lmao

who is more streetwise?

I gotta say neil bc I think he’s got like a catalogue of personas and experiences inside him. Like I think he could successfully blend into a lot of situations, that’s straight up what kept him alive

who is more wise?

Andrew is brilliant tbh he’s got that eidetic memory and that understated intensity towards understanding things like I don’t think there’s a question you could ask that would stump him

who’s the shyest? 

define shy like neither of them they’re unrepentant bastards who’ll tell you exactly what they think of you. BUT i mean. Neil is the slowest moving glacier of emotional availability I’ve ever seen so like if you wanna call that shy then def him

who boasts about the other more? 

Again…. neil can’t shut the fuck up….. the amount of times he mouths off about having the best goalie in the world on their team in interviews,, wymack is grey

like actually neil is gobsmacked by andrew and he EXPECTS that everyone else be too

who sits on who’s lap? 

neil sits on andrew’s bye he loves to be held up

The Exacting Art of Wand Making


“The magical rod is the verendum of the magus; it must not even be mentioned in any clear and precise manner; no one should boast of its possession, nor should its consecration ever be transmitted except under the conditions of absolute discretion and confidence.” - Eliphas Levi, “Dogme et Rituel de la Haute Magie” (1856)


It is a matter of fact that properly making a wand is a pain in the ass. It is a rather long process, with lots of detailed steps, none of which can be skipped. It takes more than a month of near daily work, invariably leads to both accidental and purposeful blood spill, not to mention all the mess.

Having lived in London for over a decade I can assure you that there is no Ollivanders in which to purchase a finished wand. And while many many sticks that have been nicely polished, often having had some baubles attached to them, are for sale from a variety of vendors they are not in any practical way a wand.

A wand must be cut by the practitioner themselves directly from the tree, must be worked to shape by the practitioner’s hands, tooled by the practitioner’s blade. It is a very necessary tool in the arsenal of witch and wizard alike, found throughout history in the practice of magic.

On the whole its a bothersome process; messy, meticulous, exacting and often tiresome. But at each point where you would shirk the necessary steps it is only in reminding yourself that the tool you make may save your life that you push on, doing every little bit that is needed to make it as strong as possible. Because like a parachute your life may hang in the balance of your wand having been made in an exacting process that I would personally never trust to something I bought online or in a shop.

The length of the wand varies from culture to culture and use to use. I myself prefer a length that is the distance from one’s nose when looking straight ahead to the tip of one’s fingers. Approximately three feet long (four spans) though tailored exactly to the body of its owner. The perfect length for tracing a circle on the ground without bending over.

It so happens that I had long held off on making myself a second hazel wand, my first being in storage in the US and something I had used for decades - though not seen in years. In its stead I have been using a very nice rowan wand I constructed about a year after I arrived in London, which works for most situations and is particularly adept at landscape magics. But then there are some things for which only a hazel wand will do the job properly.

Unfortunately my original hazel, cut from a deep and old wood in the states when I was a young man, has gone missing. Its whereabouts are a mystery, though where it should have been among my library storage materials it was not. Thus I have been slowly getting around to replacing it, and some near future work that needs doing has required my starting in order to finish before the vernal equinox.

So while the blackbird sang me a song of predawn delight I cut the hazel and have begun the process. As it dries I will gather the bits I need, offerings and ointments for its preparation, and by the first day of spring it should be ready for a bit of that old black magic.

Slow and Steady

Word count: 1,236

Warning: LOTS of fluff, smut, oral (female receiving)

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Request/Summary: Thank you for your request (I’m so sorry I just re-read the request and it said massage, not shower, but oh well. I probably should have done that before but I could have sworn it said shower.)

After a particularly rough hunt Sam takes good care of the reader in more ways than one.

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

It had been a particularly difficult and strenuous case, but it was finally over. All of your muscles ached, you were bleeding from what seemed to be everywhere, and dirt and grime covered your body. After making it back to the motel you slumped onto the bed, relishing in the sweet rock-hardness of the mattress and the course brush of the cheap sheets against your tired skin. Dean had gone to his room, refusing to drive you back to the bunker until you had all had a night’s rest and recovery. Sam returned to the room half an hour later once he had patched Dean up and vice versa.

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Not Her

Eric x Reader


“He’s here again.” Your friend whispered as you hurried out of the lab you’d been in, following her gaze to the group of Dauntless that had gathered on the floor below.

You smiled when he glanced up at you, smirking as he shook his head, turning his attention back to whoever was showing him around.

“You want me to cover so you can sneak out?” Your friend asked when they started to move though the building and Eric threw a glance at you.

“Thanks.” You whispered, hurrying to the usual spot.

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Just Friends

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Sexual Content (Oral Sex)

Word Count: 1487

Prompt: “Friends don’t get each other off.”

Originally posted by expressivedolphin

 

“Der,” I groaned, tugging on his hair as his lips attacked my neck, surely leaving bruises. I felt him smile against my neck, as I tilted my head, giving him more access. After a few more minutes of him attacking my neck, I finally managed to shove him away from me, he just stared at me with a confused look.

I ran a hand down his chest, before following the path with my tongue. Dereks’ skin erupted into goosebumps, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I felt his eyes on me, as I moved closer to the band of his boxers.

Flickering my eyes up at Derek, I smirked and pulled his boxers down, exposing more skin, digging my teeth into the skin, marking a purple mark. A growl came from Derek, and I saw him digging his nails into his thighs. Before I could do anything else, he janked his boxers down and stepped out of them as his cock slapped his stomach. I wrapped a hand around him, rubbing some precum along him, while my other hand rested on his ass. I couldn’t help but squeeze it, earning a raised eyebrow from Derek, but I just grinned. I ran my tongue over the tip, before taking him in my mouth, with my hand pumping the rest I couldn’t. A moan came from me, causing Dereks’ hips to involuntarily bucked, and I fought the urge to gag when he hit the back of my throat.

I hollowed my cheeks, running my tongue over whatever it could reach, bobbing my head up and down. Derek, eventually, took my hair into a makeshift ponytail, and started thrusting himself into my mouth. I looked up at Derek through my eyelashes, and his eyes were screwed shut, and I knew he was going to cum any minute. No later did he let out a low groan, and I felt his cock twitch. He released his load down my throat, making sure not to pull out until he was fully done shooting, and I quickly swallowed the salty substance. I licked my lips, catching any spare substance. Derek gripped my arms, and pulled me up, bringing me into a kiss. He moved his hands to my ass, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. He gave my ass a firm squeeze, earning a low moan from myself. He took the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth, and started to massage mine with his. Although, Derek was the first to break the kiss, to unclasp my bra and threw it somewhere in his room.

“Too many clothes,” I heard him grumble, before reattaching his lips to my neck, leaving wet, sloppy kisses. I felt myself being walked backwards until I hit the edge of Dereks’ bed, where he laid me down and crawled on top, still leaving wet kisses, but now making his way down my chest.

“Derek,” I moaned, grabbing a fist full of hair as he gave a tug on each of my nipples. He continued kissing down till he met the line of my purple cheeky lace panties.

“These are my favorite,” He smirked, looking up at me, “but they have to go now.”

He grabbed the lace line where my panties began with his teeth, and slowly began dragging them down my legs. I shivered when his teeth gazed my inner thighs.When my panties were fully off, I brought Derek up and back into a kiss, running my hands through his hair and nibbling at his bottom lip, earning a small growl. His hand cups my cheeks, but they slowly drift down to my breasts. Derek palms my breast, kneading the soft flesh, moaning as Derek moved his lips across my jaw.

I moan loudly, as Derek found my favorite spot on my neck. I felt him smile against my skin, as he continues to lick and nip it the area. As his mouth moves down, he parted my knees to get in between them. A dull aching throb came from my cunt as the wave of air hit it.

I gripped the sheet as soon as Derek parted my folds, and attacked me with a lick.

“God, I love the way you taste,” moaned Derek, and I whimpered as his tongue flicked over my clit. My nerves are drove into a frenzy as his stubble rubbed against my sensitive skin. Another moan slipped out as Derek slipped in two fingers.

“Der!” I arched my back, grabbing his hair roughly, earning a groan from Derek, as he continued to assault my clit with his wonderful tongue and fingers, “Almost there.”

Derek has hooked his fingers just right, so he’s hitting my sweet spot repeatedly. I let out a little whine, roughly pulling at Dereks’ hair as my oragasm ripped through me. I laid there panting as Derek pulled himself up, and kissed me deeply. I giggled, as I tasted myself on him. He pulled away, burying himself into my neck and groaning as our phones went off. He rolled onto the other side of the bed, handing me my phone as he grabbed his. I quickly opened the text from my brother, Stiles.

Having a pack meeting @ Dereks’ in 10

“Pack meeting?” I asked, looking at Derek amused as he looked annoyed.

“I forgot I told Scott he could have it here,” He replied, gruffly. I turned on my side, and leaned my weight on my elbow.


“Raincheck I guess?” I pouted, straddling Derek, whose hands immediately held onto my hips.

“I’m afraid so,” He sat up, and wrapped his arms around me, in turn, I wrapped mine around his neck. I placed a kiss on his neck, before jumping off of him and trying to find my clothes.


The meeting didn’t last long, as there wasn’t much supernatural activity going on. Now everyone (Derek, Scott, Stiles, Kira, Cora, Malia, Lydia, Isaac, Allison, Ethan, Aiden and Peter) still sat around in the loft just talking to each other, but I could see Derek was getting annoyed, I know all he wanted to do was finish what we started earlier.

“Calm down, sourwolf,” I murmured to Derek, whose lap I was currently sitting on being as there wasn’t any more empty seats, “We’ll finish later.”

All I got was a grunt in return, and I rolled my eyes, turning back to finish my conversation with Cora, until she asked a question that startled me.

“So when did you and Derek begin dating again?” The room went silent at her question, all attention directed to us and Dereks’ grip on my waist tightened. Only Cora and Peter knew that Derek and I dated in high school.

“Say what?” Stiles jaw dropped as did most of the room.

“Thanks, Cora,” Derek growled, making her roll her eyes and throw her hands up in mock-surrender.

“Sorry, I didn’t know that they didn’t know!”

“It’s okay, Cora,” I grabbed her hand, squeezing it, “We’re just friends.”


“Just friends my ass,” Peter snorted, and I narrowed my eyes at the man.


“What’s that suppose to mean?”


“Friends don’t get each other off,” He smirked as I turned red, and my brothers jaw dropped even further.


“WHAT??” Stiles roared quite angry, and I bit my lip, “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?”


“Stiles, I’m almost 24, I didn’t think I had to inform my little brother of my sex life or who I dated,” I scoffed, “Plus you had met him a couple times when you were younger, I’m surprised you didn’t remember him.”


With that, Stiles blushed and shut his mouth, as Scott snickered at his expression.

“Why did you guys break up in the first place?” asked Lydia, raising her eyebrows.


“Long distance was never our strongest suit,” Derek answered, placing his hand on my thigh. I laid my hand on top of his, and he laced our fingers together.


“Well, you guys are in the same town now, yeah?” Lydia pressed further, “So why aren’t you guys together together?”


“I -” I stopped to think, “I really don’t know. Derek?”


“No idea,” He replied, as I turned my head to look at him. When I looked at him, he grabbed my face and brought me into a kiss. I turned to straddle him fully, and kissed back just as hungry, ignoring the cheers from the group, and the angry protest from my little brother.


“Never again,” I whispered, once we finally pulled away, “Don’t let me go, again.”

“I won’t,” Derek said, before he stood up with me in his arms, and started heading toward his room, “I’d leave if I were you. We have some unfinished business to attend too.”

As Dereks’ bedroom door shut, I couldn’t help but giggle, hearing Stiles groan in disgust.

“Flat out” - h.s. Part 6

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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The air was humid as you jogged up the steps in your white sneakers, kicking the door open with the nudge of your hip as you held the box in your hands. Harry groaned when the door opened and you merely smiled at him, quickly closing it behind you.

“Do you know why I invest in air conditioning, Y/N?” Harry asked, running his hands through his sweaty and damp hair. “It’s to keep the inside cool. And with you opening windows and keeping the door open all the time, that’s kind of hard to do.”

You rolled your eyes and placed the heap of boxes on the counter as Harry watched you. You were dressed much cuter and more casual than you had in the past with school, and Harry realized that it was because you could breathe again. You had no one to impress. You’d gotten a job. And now was just that transition phase before you moved on with your life.

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Taken By Force (Taeyong!)

anon(s) said:Hey guys! I was wondering about a Dom!Taeyong smut where he’s really rough and forces you to blow him? Of course including consent but still, can it be really hot and stuff? :D sincerely, whose life is now complete 😌 thanks for your hard work guys❤

Can i request Taeyong smut when he finds out his gf search history was “Taeyong SMUT fanfic” “Taeyong 18+ fanfic” etc Lolololol Thank-you and have a great day

could you do a rough!taeyong super steamy smut? please make it as hot as you can sorry im just too thirsty for this guy lmao

author: admin hyo

word count:1863

a/n: What have I done~ this took me forever, but it’s here. The only real warning is that there is some consensual non-con. So if you’re not into that don’t read. But please enjoy.

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Can we trust everything we see in Killing Stalking?

I think the reason why I find Sangwoo to be more likable compared to other serial killers would be the fact that he seems so human even in the depths of his insanity: he clothed and showered Yoonbum, he fed him porridge in the beginning, he gave him medicine because of his crying, and we’ve seen him take Yoonbum up to the room to take care of him even when Yoonbum tried to poison the food. We’ve seen Sangwoo panic, we’ve seen him pretend and lie, got to know his honest and dark humorous side, was shown an inch of his tragic childhood, we understood he’s just not right in the head. Rather than being downright terrified of this guy, there’s a sense of charm and appeal we’re drawn to with just a little hint of fear and this kind of stumped me. Is Koogi making this a known fact by purposely making sure Sangwoo seems to do a least a little bit of good? A serial killer is manipulative and I wonder if we, the readers, are being manipulated as well…

But how? Then I went into thinking - how much can we trust ANYTHING in this manhwa? I mean, two of these characters aren’t completely mentally sane after all.

Let’s take a look towards my baby Yoonbum - 

Koogi made sure right off the bat, at the VERY beginning (even when we didn’t know about his certain hobby) that he wasn’t normal as well. He had this obsession with Sangwoo that lead to stalking tendencies such as finding out Sangwoo’s house and his combination, and we’ve known he held this torch for a very long time. Right, now then I realized most the chapters we read is in Yoonbum’s perspective and since we understood that Yoonbum’s not completely right in the head, so why should we trust anything we see of Sangwoo? 

BUT JAYNIA, ISN’T THIS A BIT FAR-FETCHED? YOONBUM DIDN’T VIEW SANGWOO LIKE THE GUY OF HIS DREAMS, SANGWOO WAS STILL SHOWN AS THE MONSTER THROUGHOUT ALL THE PRESENT CHAPTERS JUST LIKE HE SHOULD BE.

Yeah, you’re right. Even though Yoonbum isn’t normal, he’s also not as twisted as our muscle bunny, Sangwoo. However, Yoonbum’s imagination of Sangwoo had to be shattered mainly for the character development and plot drive and thus we can see how unreliable Yoonbum’s perspective can be because further along he shows hints of Stockholm syndrome and other characteristics of an abused victim - from Sangwoo’s image turning into something scary, to gentle, to loving, then vice versa. 

To further emphasize my point let’s bring in a supporting character that is no way involved with the relationship between Yoonbum and Sangwoo.

SEUNGBAE!

Why I find him to be more reliable in terms of perspective is that we got to know a bit more of his background as well and the most important one was that he used to be a detective. And as we know, detectives are usually keen to nonverbal cues such as face expressions and body language. Through Seungbae’s eyes, let’s see what Sangwoo looked like: 

They say the eyes are the window to the soul. Kind of creepy, right? In Seungbae’s mind, we are given a suspicious and less-desirable Sangwoo. Is it because Seungbae’s experience as a detective has honed his skills in detecting something we couldn’t see through Yoonbum’s eyes? However, Seungbae too cannot be trusted as much.

Why? Because we were also shown in his background that despite being a detective, he was demoted to a regular patrol cop. This can be like a double-edged sword - maybe Seungbae is trying to see the evil in people to redeem his worth back up, after all, we have seen an emotional scene with a picture of Seungbae and an older man (dad?) in a picture that was crumbled in Seungbae’s fist. His arc is directed towards being a hero and from my previous readings, heroes can turn towards a thorny path even with good intentions - think of Light from Death Note. 

So what can I tell you in summary? 

Take everything with a pinch of salt. We’ve seen unreliable narration with Lolita, The Great Gatsby, Othello, etc. so I’m not surprised that in a psychological manhwa like KS we are also being pushed and pulled in a direction that we do not have control of. There are also some truths embedded in KS but the best convincing lies always have a bit of truth in them. 

I guess we’ll see in further chapters but this was just my two cents.

Well, this ones long over due, but yes it is time for another Sole Party! The last one was a huge success and I know a lot of people have been waiting for another one, so here it is!

Sole Party was an event I held at the beginning of the year as a result from hate many people were getting about their Sole Survivors ether not being good, Mary Sues, etc. and I decided to throw an event to show off everyone’s Soles. It kicked off quickly and I was pleasantly surprised at the amount of people who were interested and joined in, even more surprised that people wanted to have another.

So for this Sole Party, since the last one was about talking about your Sole Survivors and their current state in the Commonwealth, why not make this one more party themed with silly Party-Themed prompts for each day that can help you flesh out your Sole Survivor more, or just because you want to do something fun!

Anyone can join in the Sole Party, all you need is your Sole Survivor. Follow the prompts for each day or don’t, it’s a party so have fun! You can respond with art, screen shots, writing, whatever you wish to do! The decision is yours!

Sole Party 2.0 will start on May 1st and go on until May 7th.

Prompts:

May 1st: Like always, introduce your Sole! What’s their SPECIAL, their likes, dislikes, are they romanced, what faction are they in. Tell everyone a little about them!

May 2nd: The Party has started and your Sole has just arrived! What are they wearing? How was their arrival and did they bring anything to the party?

May 3rd: How is your Sole Survivor at a party? Do they like being around people or are they scared of crowds? Where would they spend most of their time? May 4th: How’s your Sole Survivor on the dance floor? Do they prefer to dance with a partner or alone. What kind of music would they dance to?

May 5th: Does your Sole Survivor have any crazy party stories from parties before the war? Let’s hear them.

May 6th: Your Sole is now stuck in a game of spin the bottle. How do they react?

May 7th: The Party is just about over, but there’s still time left! How does your Sole like to finish off a party? Do they go home early or do they like to sit around with a few friends and chat. Do they help clean up?

Late night

Can you do a fic using this prompt? “You’re so clingy, I love it.”


Tap Tap Tap 

You anxiously tap your foot. Your boyfriend Newt was coming home from his month long expedition in Japan looking for Kappas. 

You wanted to go with him but once again, he told you it was too dangerous and you had work. You were an Auror and even though danger is basically in the description of your job he still didn’t want you to come. 

You certainly weren’t happy about it but Newt wasn’t going to let you give up everything you worked for and join him on is trips. 

It was awfully late, about 1 in the morning but you stayed awake, waiting. The sound of the door opening and Newt’s sweet voice ring through the air. 

“Love, I’m home” You jumped up and tackled him to the ground in a hug. 

“I missed you so so much Newt. How was your trip? Did you find something new?” You ask him. 

“I’ll tell you everything, as soon as we get off the floor” Newt says. You get off of him, face red. 

“Sorry” He stood up and led you to the couch. 

You held on to him tightly and buried your head in his neck. You missed him so much. You hated when he had to go on such long trips. Newt began to tell you all about Japan. 

You zoned out a little, focusing on Newt’s rhythmic strokes on your hair and his voice. You were almost asleep when Newt shook you awake. 

“Don’t go falling asleep on me now, I still have some writing to do but it’s late and you should go to bed” Newt whispers. 

He was still on Japan time meaning it was morning for him. You shook your head and slowly got up. 

“You just got home, I’m not leaving your side” you yawn out. It was almost 2 and you were tired but you missed Newt so much. 

“Very well, Let’s go down to my case. I’m sure my creatures missed you” Newt grabbed your hand and led you to the case. 

You stumbled down the ladder and into the shed. Newt sat at his desk and began reviewing his notes. You sat next to him and watched. It sounds boring but being with Newt wasn’t. You fought your sleepy eyes as they tried to close. You heard a soft chuckle come from Newt. 

“I know you’re very sleepy love” He says as he takes your hand, “You should go to bed” 

You shook your head again and stood up. “I’m fine, I think I’m going to go visit the creatures” A walk should keep you awake. 

“Hello little ones” you coo to the Occamies, “I’ve missed you” 

You carefully pick one and started to talk to it. In the middle of your sentence, you yawned. You set the occamy down and went to find some water to splash in your face. You went over to the water creatures and were met with a new face. 

“A kappa! Newt found one” You squeal to yourself. 

You examine it, It has a large gash on its side that is wrapped in some sort of waterproof bandage. It looks quite scared of the other creatures and of its new surrounding. You feel a twinge of sadness for the kappa, you decide to try to make it feel better. 

“Hello little one, I know this place seems scary now but I promise we aren’t here to hurt you. The man who saved you is the most caring and gentle man I know and he wants to help.” you say trying to reassure the Kappa. 

It looked at you with uncertainty but didn’t swim away. You laid down and kept talking to it, telling it stories of other creatures and adventures. 

Eventually, you found yourself falling asleep next to the Kappa. 

Newt, needing a to sketch a picture of his new creature, made his way to the water habitat. He was certainly surprised to see you asleep next to the Kappa. He smiles and shakes his head. He bends down and picks you up. 

“Oh love, what am I to do with you” He whispers lovingly. He carries you to the shed lays you on the cot in the corner of the room. 

“Please don’t leave” you mumble out in your sleepy state. 

Newt kisses your forehead and sets you down on his cot, “You are so clingy, I love it” 

You open your eyes and stare up at him, giving him puppy dog eyes. “It’s only because I love you so much, now please stay with me.” You beg. 

“How could I resist that face” he teases as he lays down with you. 

You instantly snuggle into his warm body. He wraps his arms around you and watches as you finally get some sleep. 

He would never tell you this but he loves when you get all clingy, it happens everytime he leaves. It just makes him feel all fuzzy inside knowing that you love him that much. 

But don’t tell anyone because that’s his little secret. 

Threesome

Threesomes are a tricky topic, lots of people think that it’s something they would like to do at some point, most men seem to prefer themselves with two girls, but there are some who even prefer to be with another man and their girl. The reality can often be very different, and honestly can cause a lot of problems for partners when introducing someone else into a sexual experience, partners can often be left with feelings or rejection or inadequacy. So for some it’s probably best left as a fantasy. For me and my husband it was a fantasy for a while and took a long time before we acted on it. For some it’s more fun spontaneous, just meeting a random guy and end up back in a hotel room together or something.

For me the first time was on a vacation we took together, when you go away you tend to leave some of your boundaries back at home and are a little more open. We had arranged to meet a potential guy in a bar on the second night we were there, he was living in the area and we had spoken to him for some time before hand, mostly to see what he was like, see that he was relatively normal etc. Also meeting in a bar allowed either him or us to walk away if things were not right or you didn’t click.

The whole getting ready for the vacation almost became centered on this threesome we were going to try, me and my husband were both excited and nervous in equal measure and was really quite funny on the short flight down there. The first night we went for a nice meal and an early night. The day of the meeting, we went to the beach, and asked each other if we were ‘ok’ about a hundred times each.

Getting ready to go out was fun, doing make up, he dressed up in jeans and a shirt. I had shaved, every inch of myself from the neck down, done my make-up and chosen a little black dress to wear. I like the dress as I don’t need to wear a bra with it, and is short but long enough I can get away with wearing no panties. That was a little something me and my husband planned that I would be commando, to add a little excitement, though I did carry a thong in my purse as you never really know how an evening will go. Other than my little black dress (photo at the end of the story), I just had a black pair of high heeled shoes on.

We got to the bar a few minutes before the arranged time, we didn’t speak much on the short journey there, just sort of smiled a little at each other. I think we both wanted to try it, but you want the other person to want to too, and you don’t want to seem too enthusiastic if they are not too. The bar was a good choice, the music was not too loud, so you could have a conversation, but it was loud enough that you wouldn’t really be overheard by anyone. The bar was quite small with a few tables taken, but we found a place towards the back. My husband ordered us a couple of drinks and we sat nervously waiting, while I realized the slight problem of sitting on a chair in a very short skirt that rides up as you side down, and feeling the cooler breeze between my legs.

We both saw the other guy arrive (ill call him Mark), and he spotted us at the same time, with an awkward smile and wave he came over. He seems quite shy and quiet at first, and mostly we all made small talk, offered a few compliments and sipped at our drinks. The first hour followed in very much the same fashion. After a few drinks we chose to order some tequila, which soon relaxed people a lot more, I was feeling quite drunk, and my husband and mark seemed well on their way too. This helped us to talk about the night a little more, I had mark come and sit next to me too, so I was in the middle of my husband and mark. I know my husband was really horny as I know he hadn’t cum for about a week, and marks eyes moved often from my boobs to my legs.

We probably looked a little ‘close’ for a group of three, but no one paid us much attention. When mark went to the restroom, my focus was back on my husband and we would kiss, but when my husband left I shared my first kiss with mark, and his hand was in my lap, I parted my thighs a little and his hand slid slowly up. His eye sprang open and looked at me with a massive grin as he realized I had no underwear on, and he had for the first time touched my freshly shaven, tight little pussy.

We went next door to a club, where is was quite busy, we danced together, but by now we were all loosened up and all wanting to go somewhere more private. We took a taxi back to our hotel, where again I sat in the middle of them in the back, however this time they were a lot more attentive towards me. Their hands were roaming my body and their hands feeling their way up and down my legs, I would kiss one and then the other. The taxi driver must have known full well what was going to happen when he stopped outside our hotel. We were all a little drunk, and so turned on that it seemed to move as a dream from taxi to hotel room. When in the room I was standing kissing Mark, and my husband was in close behind me, he pulled at my zip at the back on my dress and it fell to the floor so that I was now standing naked apart from a pair of heels between two men. After some more touching and kissing, I sat on the bed and took off my heels. They stood in from on my, and stripped naked too. They were both rock hard before id even touched them. I looked at these two big hard cocks, and looked up to their horny and lustful eyes. I sucked my husband’s cock while playing with Marks cock in my hand, then changed to sucking marks cock while rubbing my husband’s cock wet from my mouth. We then went into the shower together, where there was a lot of soapy rubbing and touching going on. I got out first and went to the bed and laid in the middle of it with my legs wide open. My husband ate my pussy while I sucked Marks hard cock. After they both sucked on a nipple each and groping my boobs while they worked their fingers inside of me.  Mark was the first to get on top of me and slide his cock in me, It felt so big but so good with every trust I wrapped my legs around him. I played with my husband’s cock and sucked it between groans. The changed positions, and my husband was pounding me with a great excitement as I tasted my wet pussy from Marks cock.

I stood on the floor and bent over the bed, as they both stood behind me hard, they slapped their big cocks against my ass. My husband then knelt on the bed in front of me, and I went to on all fours, and Mark fucked me from behind as I sucked my husband’s cock, Mark was making suck loud groans as he complimented my ass and moaned as if he were in heaven. The thrill of being spit roasted like this had me Cumming too, being fucked doggy by mark, I held my husband’s cock as I screamed out Cuming so hard. All of a sudden Mark Is groaning louder and starts to go rigid and I can feel him Cumming in me. Me and my husband are turned on more, and as Mark gets off me and lays on the bed, My husband starts fucking me doggy, his hard thrusts pumping all Marks cum out of my pussy and can feel it running down my thigh. It isn’t long before I cum again, and my husband cums inside me too. I can feel his cum being released in me stronger than normal, he stays inside me for a few minutes until he pulls out his cock which flops against his thigh exhausted. We all laid naked on the bed not speaking for about 10 minutes next to each other breathing heavily and feeling very satisfied.

KAI PARKER X READER

Blood

Desc: Kai’s father kidnaps reader, causing Kai to burst into a frantic, bloody, and violent rage as he does everything he can to protect you.

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She woke up in the back of his trunk, hands bound with cloth, hair sprawled around her precious face. She blinked her bright eyes open and rolled to her side, the pain that seared through her like hot red fire. She was wearing the same outfit of that as when she’d been knocked out by Joshua parker, a black tee and dark skinnies. She began to kick into the trunk, screaming out, not for herself, but for him.

“KAI!” She screeched in desperation, unable to break the magically sealed binds on her wrists.

It had been early nightfall when Kai’s father had come after her. She’d been able to catch only a moment’s peace with her treasured heretic before a bright blast had hit her in the back, and she’d crumpled onto the floor, the last sound she heard being Kai’s voice crying her name. She knew why Joshua had kidnapped her; it was the only way he could get Kai, and end him once and for all. Now it was dark out, probably around midnight, she presumed from the stars in the pitch black sky.

Suddenly, the car trunk was thrown open, shimmering rays of silver moonlight illuminating her saviors face.

“Kai,” she choked.

His hands were drenched in fresh ruby red blood, big blue eyes lacking their usual glow, lips bent downwards in such a way that the goofball she’d gotten to know seemed almost unrecognizable. His white tee was torn and covered in dirt, long arms stretching into the trunk as he grasped her curled and feeble form in his strong hold.

“Oh god, oh god,” he whispered frantically, more to himself than her. He scooped her bridal style into his arms, eyes flickering across her confused face. His slender fingers came up to brush a stray strand of hair back behind her ears, whispering an incantation under his breath that melted the binds on her wrists.

“I’m okay,” she reassured him as he gingerly set her on her feet and onto the soil.

“This is all my fault,” he breathed, hands cupping at her face, tears coming to his eyes. “Y/N, please, run.”

“I’m not leaving you,” she protested, locking her fingers around his, eyebrows furrowed.

“Now would be a good time to say your goodbye’s,” a voice said from behind her.

Joshua Parker stood with his right hand raised, the left side of his face bruised up from where she assumed Kai had hit him. The look in his eyes was dark and cold, he had no regret for what he was going to do to his own son, nor what he had done in the past. The green grass seemed to droop where he walked, an aura of relentless hatred around his body.

Kai spun away from her at once, eyes locking on his father, his hands raising in front of her like a shield, silver rings glinting under the starlight.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled, his voice dropping low, expression hardening. “Or I swear, I will gladly rip your throat out and tear you apart limb from limb.” Kai’s jaw was set, eyes hooded, and something about the way he spoke and held himself almost scared her, he never acted like this.

His father raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, eyes landing on the girl.

“Ka-” she began.

But in another moment she was thrown forward, her body ragdolling as she went soaring through the air and crumbling onto the ground at Joshua’s feet. A searing pain burst through her arm, and she went rolling onto her side, vision momentarily going black. Joshua parker raised a finger and drew a slit in the air, which began to slice a long red mark across her pale cheeks. Kai leapt forward, her name tumbling off his lips as he dashed into an invisible wall that held him back from her. An orange glow appeared as he began to siphon the magic, but it was so slow that nothing seemed to happen.

“Fool,” his father spat. “I didn’t want to kill you, that would be too kind. So instead you’ll watch as I take the one thing from your life that brought you happiness.”

He drew another slice in the air, now cutting down the flesh of her stomach, and she screamed out in agony as blood spilled across her front and over her trembling hands, tears flooding down her cheeks as Kai screamed out in anguish, his hands clawing at the barrier, knees shaking as he sobbed at the sight of her, looking more broken than ever.

“Please, PAPA!” Kai begged, so scared and fragile, just like the boy who had once been abused and isolated by everyone he loved.

She stretched an arm across the grass, fingertips touching the invisible shield. She was too weak to talk, but her fingers spread across the wall, he knew exactly what she wanted to say.

“Don’t,” he cried, raising his palm against the other side, fingers spreading out against hers, lower lip trembling as his own tears travelled across them.

She gasped out, body convulsing suddenly, the blood draining from her body and onto the grass. She gave a feeble smile to him, unable to utter how much she loved him in any other way.

All at once, where their fingers touched, the invisible barrier began to crack, shattering into a thousand pieces as it disintegrated under their contact. Kai stared in awe as the spell melted into his skin, his eyes closing as the magic flooded into his system like a drug. His fingers traced patterns across her flesh, wounds closing at once, the electricity from his magic sending electrical currents into her healed body. He stood up, eyes fluttering open as he cracked his neck with a faint smirk. His father stared in disbelief, taking a step back when he realized his defense system was down. Joshua gulped down the nervous lump in his throat as Kai approached him slowly, lips splitting into a twisted grin. Kai lifted two of his fingers into the air, and his father began to rise from the ground, panic spreading across his features. Kai released him at just the position where he wouldn’t die, but would instead be filled with intense agony. 

“How does that feel, papa?” he asked, snapping his father’s legs with a flick of his wrist. He twisted his fingers, and blood went exploding from his father’s body and onto Kai’s front, to which Kai chuckled, drunk off the rush.

Joshua screamed out in pain, his voice filling the empty night, begging Kai to let him live.

“Kai, stop,” she gasped, watching in horror as he assumed an identity so unlike his own. She dragged herself off the earth and onto her feet, eyes pleading with his own.

Kai froze, dark glare softening under her gaze, “he tried to hurt you, and anyone who tries to lay so much as a finger on you deserves worse than death,” he snarled.

She grabbed his wrists before he could turn away, defiant as she grasped him tightly. 

“You’re better than him,” she stated.

Kai tried to turn his head away, unable to resist her control, but she forced his jaw back to hers. 

“Hey, hey, look at me,” she commanded.

Kai’s teeth gritted together as he blinked through his long lashes with a shake of his head.

“You’re better,” she whispered softly.

She brought him back down from his craze, and Kai sighed, his shoulders relaxing, full lips parting as he went to speak.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she made out Joshua parker, raising his arm to give one final move before he collapsed for good. He coughed out a spell, and Kai’s ears began to ring, hands flying to his temples as he crumpled to the ground from the noise flooding his body. The girl caught Kai’s body as he sunk to the dirt and cried out, his blue eyes pained as they held to hers, and in the second where she saw him like that, where she was unable to do anything but watch him die, she understood.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” she snarled and dashed over to Kai’s father, arm swinging out as she dove towards his crumpled form. Her fist went smashing into his jaw, which cracked under the force, blood exploding across her knuckles. She slammed her fist in one more time for good measure, heart racing as Joshua Parker went still under her blow. She didn’t even care when his eyes met with hers before glazing over, she didn’t care when his heart failed to beat, nor when his body went still.

“Y/N,” Kai’s voice was distant as he pulled himself up to approach her.

She breathed heavily, hair all across her eyes as she stared in disbelief at her bloodied hands. She spun around, eyes locking with Kai’s blue ones. He looked at her with bewilderment, which was fair enough considering he’d never seen her act this way.

“Are you going to make me apologize,” she murmured, voice low. “Because I am sorry, but not for what I did to him. I’m sorry I let you let him live another second.”

Kai was close to her now, eyes flickering across her dark facial expression, wanting to feel scared or sad because of her newfound rage, but with blood on her hands and black in her eyes, he just couldn’t stop himself. His hands grabbed at her cheeks, forcing her face into his as her lips went crashing against his own. Her hands came up against his jaw, and both of them groaned softly against each other’s mouths as their bloody hands left red across their faces.

“I’ve never felt more scared of anything than I have about losing you,” her voice cracked as she pulled back, nose squishing against his. “I love you so so much Malachai Parker,” he face softened, eyes glistening with tears. “I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person, I just-” she stumbled softly.

He pecked at her lips, bringing his bloodied fingers to her cheek and drawing a crimson heart on her flesh.

“Love makes us do crazy things,” he finished.

My North Star (pt 11)

Previous Parts:  Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Genre: Angst, angst, some more angst. Oh I guess some fluff?

Pairing: Jin x Reader (ft. Hoseok)

Summary: You were in love with your best friend, the one constant in your life. But what happens when a new girls comes along? And a new guy tries to win your heart?


Jin’s business trip was going by incredibly slow. Every second, he wished he could go back to being by your side. Although he knew better, he still woke up every day thinking that was the day you would wake up….and it killed him knowing he couldn’t be there in case you did miraculously wake up. 

When his trip did end, however, he rushed back to the hospital. But much to his surprise, he found your bed empty. He immediately thought of the worst case scenario, but one of the nurses quickly assured him that you had in fact woken up and that you were discharged a few days before. 

Jin couldn’t contain his happiness and even forgot about why he wasn’t notified beforehand. All his prayers were getting answered, and now he had his chance to make you his for the rest of his life. 

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