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IT’LL HURT | PART 9

Jin Series ft. Namjoon

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Minhyun stood there with watery eyes and shaky hands. “Y/N…” He whispered softly before pulling the confused girl into a hug. “I’m sorry, please…”

Y/N pushed him away immediately as she started to feel disguted, her mind quickly thought of the moment when she walked in on him with another girl. “You’re sorry? You should’ve felt sorry for even thinking about cheating on me with that girl.”

The tall boy cried harder, “I’m so stupid Y/N. I ruined what we could’ve had over some girl I just met, I’m sorry…” He reached out for her again, his arms just mere inches away from her waist. 

“No. Please just get away from me… How did you even find me?”

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mcsiggy  asked:

7, 14, 21 + B ! for any oc you wish!

OKAY LET’S SEE I choose Kellen Kaursson!

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Cold air (though it’s uncommon to encounter temperatures even close to her home country, even at night in the desert), standing side by side with other policemen, cobblestone roads.  Oh, also, woolen clothing!  cotton is more common in Dansley.  I think Kaursson probably feels bittersweet about the past and her homeland in general.  She remembers good moments and bad moments.

14. What animal do they fear most?

My immediate thought was “wolves!!”  Seems kinda stereotypical, but at the same time I wouldn’t be surprised if wolves featured pretty heavily in cautionary children’s stories back home?  So maybe she has some lingering fear from that…  I’ll also say that while she isn’t afraid of bugs, flies and maggots and the sort are just like…the Ultimate No for her.  Gross.

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

Work!!  Kaursson is dedicated to her current investigation with an almost unhealthy fervor, so after she’s done her breathing exercises in the morning (if she remembers) she usually jumps straight into her job.  If she slept at all, anyway.

B. What inspired you to create them?

Kaursson is actually based on this old-ass anthro animal OC I had (no identifiable species, I’d just make them up).  She was the best swordfighter basically ever, and one day The Army came to ask for her help.  She agreed reluctantly and upon coming to camp encountered an enthusiastic, talented young archer named Chazei.  They weren’t a thing in that story but obviously the ship is now leaving the harbor, haha.

I still don't know if he ever got his coffee.

I’m not 100% sure this even belongs here and I’ve posted this story elsewhere so some of you might have read it already.

Some background: I work in a rather specialized area of Forensics. Officially I’m employed by Police Scotland but they tend to let other law enforcement agencies, universities, etc borrow us from time to time. A lot of the time it’s for consulting work or guest lecturing but sometimes we’re sent to teach training courses.

About 18 months ago I was asked to lecture at a training course for some of the CID higher-ups in an English Police force. It was the first time I’d done anything like it and I was crapping myself.

I met with the conveners and other officials for dinner the night before my first day, and after dinner and drinks, I was dropped back at my hotel.

So to set the scene; it’s about 10pm, I’m all dressed up in my evening wear and I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. The place is dead, it’s just me and the barman so I’ve taken off my heels and am unraveling my hair having just ordered a hot chocolate. The barman asks if I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. Yes, of course I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. No I don’t mind waiting while you run to the kitchen.

So I’m sit there trying to trick my phone into connecting to the hotels WiFi when Angry Man walks in.

He stomped into the room and slammed his fist down on the bar about 3 ft from me and barked out one word:

“COFFEE”

I didn’t know it but apparently that attempt at communication was aimed at me; a fact I learned a moment later when Angry Man moved right up next to me, bent over me so his face was practically in mine and barked out again;

“COFFEE”.

In an attempt to get away from the screaming coffee man I slipped off the bar stool, putting it between the two of us. Extremely confused and more than a little terrified, it didn’t immediately occur to me that he thought I worked there, hell it wasn’t even registering that he wanted a coffee. He was just repeating it the same way a toddler does when they learn a new word but don’t entirely know what it means.

I’m going to blame the confusion, fear and tiredness for my completely moronic response, which was to parrot the word back at him.

Me: “Coffee?”

Angry Man: “COFFEE”

Then he slammed his fist down on the bar again. This time I noticed that he was actually throwing down money.

My brain suddenly came back online.

Me: “Oh. Eh, the barman should be back in a sec. H-”

Angry Man: “Get me a coffee. Now.”

Ooooh four new words. Progress.

Me: “I’m sorry, mate, I don’t work here.”

Angry man (shouting now) “You fucking lazy liar!! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Yes, actually, but I’ll be keeping that to myself.

Angry Man: “Get off your fucking phone and get me a shitting coffee”

Me: “I really don’t-”

Cue rant about me being the only person in the lounge so of course I must work there and I was just being lazy and did I take him for an idiot. All while I’m slowly backing away from the bar so he can’t pin me between it and the bar stools. Then he throws in this:

Angry Man: “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how important I am?”

I never got to find out how important this guy thought he was. Instead Angry Man’s Friend came wandering in.

He took one look at me; pretty much cornered by Angry Man who is now screaming about how he’ll make sure I never work again while I’m trying to calmly tell him to back off and he tries to intervene.

He took Angry Man by the shoulders and moved him back away from me while asking him what was going on.

Angry Man: “This stupid little whore is refusing to serve me”

Me: “I really don’t work here”

Angry Man’s Friend: “She doesn’t work here. Let’s just all try to calm down”

There was a few moments of Angry Man’s Friend trying to calm Angry Man while he ranted about getting me fired until two barman arrived, one of them with my hot chocolate. The presence of the three men distracted Angry Man enough for me to grab my shoes and escape with my chocolatey goodness.

As I left I could hear him demanding to speak to a manager.

The next day, after being introduced to a lecture theater full of high ranking CID Officers, I stood and walked to the podium only to be greeted by one guy in the audience laughing hysterically.

I just sort of froze trying to figure out the joke. Did I have food on my face? Was my shirt on inside out?

A quick check confirmed that, no. I’d managed to adult that morning.

A few other people began to chuckle as this guy struggled to get a hold of himself. As he regained control he pointed to his left.

Where a very red looking Angry Man was sitting.

I think it was the sheer relief that he wasn’t actually laughing at me that caused me to open my mouth and say to Angry Man;

“Oh did you get your coffee in the end?”

He walked out and I didn’t see him for the rest of the course.

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{PART 29} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; After a much needed rest, you wake up to find that your world - as a Vampire, is still filled with the same love from Jungkook as it was when you were human. Decisions must be made - but you know that you’ll never have to walk alone.

“Without her, his mind became an empty vessel; filled with crippling emptiness and sorrow. But with her, his days would be forever filled with endless love and possibilities. For that; was the power of her love.

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 2]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

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Genre: Angst (ft. Fuckboy!Jungkook)

Summary: Ever since your fateful first encounter with Jungkook, it’s been radio silence in your mind. You’re trying your best to move on. But no matter how hard you try to forget him, life finds away to throw the two of you back together.

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Originally posted by jungxook

A few weeks later, and any tension between you and Jieun was gone. Currently, she sat in front of her vanity, applying makeup in preparation for the music department’s showcase. Behind her, you stood, curling iron in hand, ready to help.

Jieun glanced back to look at you. “You can go ahead,” she said, nodding towards the tool in your hand. “I’ll just do my makeup at the same time–it’s fine.”

You nodded and got started, making quick work of Jieun’s thick, black hair. Soon, her hair fell in glistening loose waves.

“You look good,” you smiled, kneeling down to unplug the curler from her bedroom wall. “We should get going soon. You know, it would probably be faster if you got ready backstage.”

“Like hell,” Jieun snorted, standing up and smoothing out her small, black dress. “It’s a fight for mirrors. I made the mistake of going backstage in freshman year…never again.”

You laughed as you followed Jieun out of the room. As you passed through your small apartment, you grabbed your bomber jacket from where you had flung it over the couch earlier.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Jieun asked, raising an eyebrow critically as she scanned you from head to toe. Self consciously, you squirmed under her gaze. You were wearing a pair of jeans, a graphic tee, and a bomber–it was acceptable! “Seriously?”

“What?” you demanded, zipping your jacket up. “This fine. I’m keeping it casual. I’m not the one performing, so it doesn’t matter.”

Jieun just rolled her eyes. She threw on a jacket, too, and together you exited the apartment.

Outside, the air was beginning to cool. The sun had already begun to set, the days becoming shorter and shorter as winter approached. Jieun shivered slightly, the cold nipping at her bare legs.

“See?” you taunted, a smile pulling at your lips. “Wearing pants was a good idea.”

“Oh, shut up!” Jieun exclaimed, elbowing you sharply. There was a short stretch of silence, and then Jieun spoke again. This time, her tone was serious. “Y/N, w-we really need to talk. About…you know. What are you going to do? He’s your soulmate, for god’s sake!”

“What can I do?” you asked resignedly. “He made himself clear.”

“But…you’re meant to be together,” Jieun argued quietly, her eyes full of concern as she glanced at you.

“I can’t change how he feels,” you sighed, shoving your hands into your pockets. Even thinking about Jungkook made your heart ache. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this. Tonight isn’t about me or Jungkook, okay? It’s your night.”

“I know,” Jieun smiled sadly. “I’m just worried about you. You’re my best friend, you know?”


Later, you find yourself sitting in the cushioned seats of your school’s theatre. All the seats around you were occupied–either by friends or family of the performers. A few of the junior students had performed already, but you didn’t pay much attention. After all, you were only there for Jieun.

You glanced at the program in your hands, flipping through it to pass time. As you read through the pages, you spotted Jieun’s name. The program said she’d be singing two songs, both of them ballads you had heard her sing in the shower for weeks.

The person performing after her was a boy named Kihyun, whom you had met at a few parties. You continued scanning the page, looking for names you recognized. Eventually, your gaze gravitated back to Jieun’s name. As your eyes shifted up the page, your heart stopped.

Jeon Jungkook.

Your soulmate’s name was printed neatly above Jieun’s, followed by the two songs he would be singing. Your heart began to race, remembering the last time you had heard Jungkook sing.

Before everything fell apart.

In your nervousness, you had begun tapping your leg rapidly. The woman beside you glared at you pointedly, and you forced yourself to sit still. Suddenly, the people around you began to applaud, and your attention snapped to the stage in front of you.

The boy currently on stage was removing his acoustic guitar from his lap. He stood and bowed, some people in the crowd whistling and hollering. Then, the boy turned and exited the stage, the lights dimming as the next act entered.

In the darkness of the auditorium and in the sudden silence of the audience, you heard the Jungkook’s voice for the first time in weeks. It was quiet, but you heard it nonetheless.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You guessed he was nervous. You couldn’t help the amused smile that appeared, but you resisted the urge to reply to his thoughts. Keeping your mind as blank as possible, you weren’t surprised at the sight in front of you when the lights flickered back on.

At the front of the stage, Jungkook stood, dressed in a simple white shirt and black pants. His bangs were pushed to the side, and the harsh lighting highlighted Jungkook’s sharp features. He looked more handsome now than ever.

You gulped–and then the music started.

Soon, Jungkook’s sweet voice was flowing throughout the theatre. As he sang, he kept his eyes shut and his eyebrows furrowed. He was singing a cover of Lost Stars, which fit his voice perfectly. As the song progressed, Jungkook switched to a falsetto, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to be carried away by Jungkook’s beautiful voice. His words surrounded you like an embrace, and you wished those loving lyrics were for you.

Needless to say, you couldn’t be blamed for being unable to focus on the rest of the performances following Jungkook’s.


Jieun clung to your arm, her breath already reeking of alcohol. Around you, a swelling mass of people moved, and deafening electronic music thudded in the background.

“Come on, Y/N,” Jieun slurred, giggling at herself. “Just have a drink with me! It won’t kill you.”

“I didn’t plan on coming to your afterparty,” you frowned, trying to discreetly lead your friend towards the front door. She noticed and stomped her foot.

“You’re so mean!” Jieun whined. “You owe me. You didn’t even pay attention to my performance! I could tell y-you were still thinking about Jungkook!”

“Shh!” you hissed, covering her mouth with your hand. “Fine! I’ll drink. Shit, Jieun. Don’t…talk about that here, okay?”

“‘Kay!” Jieun chirped triumphantly, dragging you to the kitchen with surprising strength.

Inside the kitchen, there was a crowd of very drunk people chanting, “Shots! Shots! Shots!”

Somehow, Jieun was able to produce a shot glass filled with tequila. Sighing, you grabbed it and threw it back. A few shots later, you were as sloppy as everyone else. Your friend had disappeared, leaving you with your new friends in the kitchen.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar figure appear in the entryway of the room. It was Jungkook.

“I’ll be back,” you mumbled, turning to follow your soulmate with newfound courage, no doubt from all the tequila you had just consumed.

The crowd in the living room had dispersed a little bit, allowing you to spot Jungkook quite easily. He leaning against the back of the couch surrounded by a group of his friends, an arm slung over the shoulders of another girl. He held a can of beer in his other hand.

Impulsively, you stormed towards to your soulmate, feeling the frustration and hurt you had buried so well resurface. It also irked you to see Jungkook cozying up with another girl when he knew. You staggered up to Jungkook’s group, pushing past two guys to stand directly in front of your soulmate.

“What the fuck?” one guy spat, grabbing you roughly by the shoulder. You paid him no mind, shaking him off.

“Jeon Jungkook!” you yelled, your words slurring together, as you crossed your arms. “We needta talk.

Suddenly, rough hands spun you around. The guy you had pushed earlier was glaring down at you, positively seething.

“Look at me when talk to you, bitch,” the guy seethed, and you winced as his grip on your arm tightened. Then, he was staggering backwards as if he had been pushed. And it was because he had been. Jungkook stood tall beside you, his expression stony.

“Don’t touch her,” he warned quietly, his voice threatening. Then he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from his friends and out of the living room. Behind you, Jungkook’s friends were openmouthed in surprise.

Jungkook guided to to a secluded hallway, dropping your hand immediately after he stopped walking. He turned to look at you, his expression icy.

“I thought I told you to stay away from me,” he said, his eyes guarded. Jungkook’s lips were set in a straight line, and you thought they looked much better when he was singing earlier that night.

“You did, but you were also being an asshole,” you replied, feeling a little more sober than a few moments ago. Perhaps it was the gravity of the situation. Bravely, you looked into Jungkook’s uncaring eyes. “It’s great that you feel that way. I get it, okay? But it’s not all about you, and we need to talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to say!” Jungkook exclaimed, frustration seeping into his voice. “I’ve already explained myself to you.”

“No, you haven’t,” you snapped. “You told me to forget about what had happened. But why? You’ve explained absolutely nothing. I don’t know how you feel, let alone how I feel!”

“You want to know how I feel?” Jungkook laughed coldly. “Like I said, there’s not much to say. I don’t feel anything.”

“That’s bullshit!” you cried, feeling angry tears pool in your eyes. You blinked them away furiously. “We’ve been talking for years, Jungkook. You’re not like this…I know you’re not.”

“You know nothing,” Jungkook hissed, backing you up against the wall. He slammed his hands against the plaster, caging you in with his arms. Still, you stared at him, defiant. “Sure, it was fun to play pretend. But that wasn’t me, it won’t ever be me. I’m not going to lie and say that I’ll change for you, because I never will.”

“I’m not asking you to change,” you replied. “You’re making all these assumptions–”

“You should be asking,” Jungkook interrupted, his voice quiet. His arms dropped from around you and he stepped back. His words rang with finality. “If you knew who I really am, you’d ask.”

“Jungkook!” someone called shrilly from around the corner. The girl from before–the one who Jungkook had been sitting with–appeared, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floors as she approached. “I was looking for you.”

“Well, you found me,” Jungkook smirked, all traces of your conversation cast away in the blink of an eye. He slipped his arm around the girl’s waist and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.

You bit your lip, your heart stinging painfully.

“What are you looking at?” the girl spat when she saw you still standing there awkwardly.

Jungkook paid you and the girl’s protests no mind. He caught the girl’s lips with his, his tongue slipping obscenely into her mouth. The girl moaned and pressed further against Jungkook. His hands wandered deviously, one hand slipping underneath the girl’s shirt.

Your eyes blurred with tears, and you hurried away before Jungkook and the girl had the satisfaction of seeing you cry. Blindly, you stumbled towards the front door of the fraternity house–at least that was where you thought you were.

In the distance, you thought you heard someone calling your name. Still, you didn’t stop. You were eager to escape this crowded building. The heat and the constant noise were suffocating you. Finally, you reached the door, your hands searching for the knob.

Eventually, you located it. You turned the doorknob with haste, inhaling deeply as you stepped into the crisp, autumn air. You closed the door behind you and continued on aimlessly, your eyes unfocused with unshed tears.

Your footsteps echoed against the pavement, and you kept your eyes cast skyward as you tried not to cry. You weren’t sure where you were going or how long you had been walking. You just kept going, because it was easier than thinking. 

Hurt was still radiating through you, and you wondered why you were still pretending to be fine. You glanced at the ground and let a few tears fall, your vision clearing. 

But by then, it was already too late. You looked up just in time to see the bright headlights of an incoming car.

And then, everything went dark.

The last thing you heard was Jungkook’s voice, ringing loudly in your mind.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!”

- Girl in Luv

Okay…another cliffhanger. I’m sorryyyyyyyy! Also I just wanted to say this: I was absolutely shocked by the support I received from the first part of this series. I just wanted to thank everyone who took the time to respond! So, I hope you all enjoyed this second instalment. Stay tuned for part three, and tell me what you think so far! Thanks again, guys 💛

The Last Word

I was rewatching that episode of Community where Abed and Troy kept hitting each other with pillows because they didn’t want their friendship to be over, and I just kind of liked the idea of an argument stretching out ridiculously long just because 2 people don’t want to stop talking ^^

college AU.

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“Dean, this is Cas - Cas, Dean,” Jo said, calling over the thudding music in the bar where they were standing, propping up the bar. She had a hand on Dean’s shoulder, and she gave him a little shake. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you guys since forever. I just know you’re gonna get on great. Cas, Dean likes philosophy, and psychology - that kind of thing!”

“I’m, uh - an armchair philosopher at best,” Dean said, throwing Jo a look that said, as clearly as he could without words, don’t play me up too much. Cas, the guy standing in front of him, was quite clearly out of Dean’s league - tall, lean, with the looks of an Athenian hero and the expression of a Roman statue, chiselled and unsmiling. Dean took a hefty swig of his drink, and smiled charmingly.

Well, he thought, you never know until you’ve tried.

“So, are you a Freud or a Jung kind of guy?” he said. Jo clapped his shoulder and moved off, evidently satisfied with the opener and feeling as though her introductory duties were complete. Dean watched after her for a second as she went, taking her social skills with her.

It wasn’t that Dean was bad in social situations - it was only that when there was just him and an undeniably cute guy, things tended to get a little… flustered. Jo, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease, and good at smoothing over the stupid things his runaway mouth tended to say -

“You can go and talk to her instead,” said Cas, and Dean started and looked back at him guiltily. Cas’ expression was unreadable, watching him watch after Jo. “Please, feel no obligation to enjoy my company.”

Dean blinked. Cas raised his eyebrows.

“I’m, uh, I’m - uh,” Dean said, wrongfooted. “I was just -”

“And I think - Jung,” Cas said, cutting through his fumbling. “Freud’s theories are too rooted in misogyny and phobia to be of any interest beyond the influential and contextual, for me.”

Dean swallowed.

This is going great, said a little voice in his head.

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Solo Harry Styles Asks

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1) What’s your favorite song on the album?

2) What’s your least favorite song on the album?

3) What’s a lyric that means the most to you?

4) Where were you when you first heard Sign of the Times?

5) Did you get tickets for the tour?

6) What was your initial reaction when you first listened to the album straight through?

7) Did you watch SNL as it happened? And what did you think of it?

8) What’s your favorite live or TV performance so far?

9) What do you think is the best song to share with someone who has never listened to Harry Styles?

10) Name one thing you dislike about solo Harry.

11) Who is your favorite member of Harry’s band?

12) What did you think of the Behind The Album documentary? What was your favorite part?

13) Do you have the physical cd or vinyl, the download, or do you only stream (ie on spotify)?

14) What has been your favorite solo Harry look so far? (Feel free to post a pic or gif).

15) What is your opinion of Jeffrey Azoff? Is it different from your opinion of him before solo Harry?

16) Put the songs in order from your favorite to least favorite.

17) Is there any song that you’ve changed your opinion on?

18) What song are you most excited to see Harry perform? (This can be a song he hasn’t performed on TV yet, or a song you’re just excited to see him perform in person).

19) Name a One Direction song that you’d most like to see Harry add to his solo setlist.

20) Name an artist you’d be thrilled to see Harry collaborate with.

21) Describe how you usually listen to Harry’s album. Do you listen straight through, do you shuffle, or do you skip straight to the songs you wanna hear?

22) Would you say you’re solo Harry stan, or an OT4/5 stan?

23) Musically, what is your favorite moment in the album?

24) A scenario: you’re in the car with someone who hasn’t heard the album yet. Do you let it play without saying anything until they ask or comment, do you turn it up and immediately tell them they need to listen, or do you switch it to something else because you’re too embarrassed?

25) Give a short testimonial on your feelings about solo Harry.

BTS Reaction - Idol!Partner Not Eating

WARNING - May be triggering for those with ed’s.  This post will be tagged.

Be sure to eat well and eat lots!


Jin -  He would be a little apprehensive at the news you hadn’t been eating. Although he wouldn’t believe it at first, he’d become upset when he saw you push away his homemade jjajangmyeon. He’d immediately begin comforting, and reassuring you that no one’s opinion of your body mattered.  If that didn’t work, he’d for sure be the one to try and bargain with you.

“I’ll just kiss you until you eat!”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi -  In the recent Bangtan profiles for festa, he said some pretty worrying things about diets himself.  So I feel like out of all the boys, he’d be the most sympathetic towards you (Jimin, also) and try and hear what caused you to develop this habit.  In the end, he’d try and get through to you with sincere thoughts and always made sure you eat around him.

“I won’t eat until you do.”

Originally posted by jeonbase

Hoseok - The poor thing, he’d become extremely worried.  As he watched you nibble at a small bowl of rice before pushing it away.  He’d immediately start badgering you with questions.  “What’s wrong?” “Did it taste bad?” “Are they undercooked?”  After a moment of silence he’d immediately understand, and then get super overprotective.  He’d start lecturing you, probably (but in a caring way).

“There’s not a thing about you I’d want to change, baby.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Namjoon - Namjoon would be a little more forceful in his techniques, I think.  He’d be very upset to hear you haven’t been eating and would be quick to get angry when he sees it for himself.  He’d question your endlessly on why you weren’t, and I don’t think any answer would really make sense to him, but don’t get me wrong.  He acts out because he’s scared he’d lose you.

“Why do you have to go and worry me like this?”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin - Ah, the poor baby.  He’d be incredibly worried, and would probably drop anything and everything he was doing to make sure you were eating at least three meals, as he himself has been on harsh diets before. He’d honestly spoil you a little; buying you any treat he thought you’d like, cooking for you anytime he could.  you’d always be on his mind and rarely leave his sight.

“You know you should eat at least x calories?  In fact, I’m cooking a four-course meal right now.”

Originally posted by itschiminie

Taehyung -  instant worry, instant fear.  His mind would automatically go to the worst scenario possible, that being starving to death.  He’d immediately become so overprotective and overbearing, it’s a little nauseating to think about.  He’d always text you to make sure you’ve eaten and text your group members as well.  He’d be one of the ones to take it to the next level, but in his mind, it is 100% necessary.

“I don’t want to lose my baby.”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook -  Out of all of them, I think you’d stress him out the most; yet unlike Taehyung or Namjoon, he’d approach it a little differently.  He’d slowly start piling more and more onto your plate, just enough to sneak past you without you knowing.  And when you weren’t around, he’d always remind you to eat (maybe coming off a little mean, i.e. refusing to talk to you, not hugging you, etc,” but to him, it’s working.

“What? No, that’s the same amount you had yesterday, baby.”

Originally posted by nnochu

Long Way Down // Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of everything really


The end had finally come and despite the amount of time you spent preparing for it, it still felt like a punch in your stomach. The knot in your throat was painful and your lungs still struggled for air to breathe. Tears clouded your eyes and turned your vision blurry until his face was unrecognizable.

“You’re a coward,” you cried. “A fucking coward!”

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I still don't know if he ever got his coffee

I’m not 100% sure this even belongs here and I’ve posted this story elsewhere so some of you might have read it already.

Some background: I work in a rather specialised area of Forensics. Officially I’m employed by Police Scotland but they tend to let other law enforcement agencies, universities, etc borrow us from time to time. A lot of the time it’s for consulting work or guest lecturing but sometimes we’re sent to teach training courses.

About 18 months ago I was asked to lecture at a training course for some of the CID higher-ups in an English Police force. It was the first time I’d done anything like it and I was crapping myself.

I met with the conveners and other officials for dinner the night before my first day, and after dinner and drinks, I was dropped back at my hotel.

So to set the scene; it’s about 10pm, I’m all dressed up in my evening wear and I’m sitting at the bar in the hotel lounge. The place is dead, it’s just me and the barman so I’ve taken off my heels and am unraveling my hair having just ordered a hot chocolate. The barman asks if I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. Yes, of course I want mini marshmallows on my hot chocolate. No I don’t mind waiting while you run to the kitchen.

So I’m sit there trying to trick my phone into connecting to the hotels WiFi when Angry Man walks in.

He stomped into the room and slammed his fist down on the bar about 3 ft from me and barked out one word:

“COFFEE”

I didn’t know it but apparently that attempt at communication was aimed at me; a fact I learned a moment later when Angry Man moved right up next to me, bent over me so his face was practically in mine and barked out again;

“COFFEE”.

In an attempt to get away from the screaming coffee man I slipped off the bar stool, putting it between the two of us. Extremely confused and more than a little terrified, it didn’t immediately occur to me that he thought I worked there, hell it wasn’t even registering that he wanted a coffee. He was just repeating it the same way a toddler does when they learn a new word but don’t entirely know what it means.

I’m going to blame the confusion, fear and tiredness for my completely moronic response, which was to parrot the word back at him.

Me: “Coffee?”

Angry Man: “COFFEE”

Then he slammed his fist down on the bar again. This time I noticed that he was actually throwing down money.

My brain suddenly came back online.

Me: “Oh. Eh, the barman should be back in a sec. H-”

Angry Man: “Get me a coffee. Now.”

Ooooh four new words. Progress.

Me: “I’m sorry, mate, I don’t work here.”

Angry man (shouting now) “You fucking lazy liar!! Do you think I’m fucking stupid?”

Yes, actually, but I’ll be keeping that to myself.

Angry Man: “Get off your fucking phone and get me a shitting coffee”

Me: “I really don’t-”

Cue rant about me being the only person in the lounge so of course I must work there and I was just being lazy and did I take him for an idiot. All while I’m slowly backing away from the bar so he can’t pin me between it and the bar stools. Then he throws in this:

Angry Man: “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea how important I am?”

I never got to find out how important this guy thought he was. Instead Angry Man’s Friend came wandering in.

He took one look at me; pretty much cornered by Angry Man who is now screaming about how he’ll make sure I never work again while I’m trying to calmly tell him to back off and he tries to intervene.

He took Angry Man by the shoulders and moved him back away from me while asking him what was going on.

Angry Man: “This stupid little whore is refusing to serve me”

Me: “I really don’t work here”

Angry Man’s Friend: “She doesn’t work here. Let’s just all try to calm down”

There was a few moments of Angry Man’s Friend trying to calm Angry Man while he ranted about getting me fired until two barman arrived, one of them with my hot chocolate. The presence of the three men distracted Angry Man enough for me to grab my shoes and escape with my chocolatey goodness.

As I left I could hear him demanding to speak to a manager.

The next day, after being introduced to a lecture theatre full of high ranking CID Officers, I stood and walked to the podium only to be greeted by one guy in the audience laughing hysterically.

I just sort of froze trying to figure out the joke. Did I have food on my face? Was my shirt on inside out?

A quick check confirmed that, no. I’d managed to adult that morning.

A few other people began to chuckle as this guy struggled to get a hold of himself. As he regained control he pointed to his left.

Where a very red looking Angry Man was sitting.

I think it was the sheer relief that he wasn’t actually laughing at me that caused me to open my mouth and say to Angry Man;

“Oh did you get your coffee in the end?”

He walked out and I didn’t see him for the rest of the course.

Friday Night I (M)

Jimin x Reader x Jungkook

Prologue

Warnings: Oral (giving and receiving), voyeurism, exhibitionism, rough, daddy kink… (i think that’s it)

Word Count: 3,058

Summary: A simple game of truth or dare has taken a sharp left at some point, and you were perfectly okay with that.


“Jungkook, truth or dare?” he asked. The maknae’s ears perked up, and he wasted no time answering.

“Dare.” he looked at you and winked, as if he knew what was about to happen.

“Hmm.. Okay Jungkookie, I dare you to try to make y/n moan in under 30 seconds.” why are you their guinea pig? Oh yea, because you’re the only girl here. You stared at Taehuyng in disbelief, and you heard Jimin muttering a string of profanities under his breath. “Oh, and you can’t use your hands.”

Jungkook didn’t seem to be phased by this, and beckoned you over with two fingers, his gaze darkening as you decided to go to him. He patted his lap, and you sat in it, looking around and feeling somewhat shy about having an audience, but another part of you enjoyed it. You downed the rest of your drink and set it down before you turned to face Jungkook. He grabbed your hips with strength you didn’t know he had, and leaned in towards your neck.

“Start the time.” he told Taehyung, who had his phone out. As soon as Taehyung pressed ‘start’, you felt Jungkook’s soft lips on your neck, his tongue coming out to lick a strip up from your shoulder to your jaw. You were already worked up from the lapdance and your kiss with taehyung, and you felt heat pool within you once again. That’s when you suddenly felt him grab your hair and pull back, forcing you to expose more of your neck. He bit down hard at the same time, and you couldn’t help the strangled moan that tumbled out of your mouth. He pulled back at the sound, a look of triumph and lust in his eyes as he smirked down at you and licked his lips. “I guess you like it rough then, I’ll remember that.”

Confused, you pushed yourself off of his lap and went back to your spot, now frustrated, embarrassed and way too turned on to care about this game anymore. You poured yourself another drink as you waited for the next question.

“Jimin, truth or dare?”

“Dare.” he said immediately. What was with everyone today? I guess they don’t want to be exposed like Hoseok. Jungkook thought for a moment, and you kind of hoped that this dare included you.

“I dare you to have 7 minutes in heaven with y/n,” he said with a sly grin. You choked on the drink you had in your mouth and looked a Jungkook, not expecting him to have said that, given your earlier confession. Though you were shocked, you couldn’t help but feel slightly happy that it was with Jimin. Jungkook whispered something to Jin, and he nodded in response before standing up and walking towards the hallway. He looked over his shoulder and told you to follow him as he continued to walk. You hesitantly got up after Jimin looked at you, and followed Jin to a room at the end of the short hallway. He opened the door for the two of you and as soon as you stepped inside, you heard the door close and lock. What? Did he just lock us in? And why does it lock from the outside? As you were trying to come up with reasons as to why Jin would need a room that locked from the outside, Jimin cleared his throat and you turned to look at him.

“Come here,” he says as he pats the spot next to him on the bed. You look around the room for the first time, and realize you’ve never been in here. You’ve visited this house many times over the years, but you had never seen the inside of Jin’s room before. The walls were a pale grey, with black furniture and dark floors. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, draped in beautiful blood-red sheets. You walked towards the bed and sat down next to Jimin who looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face. He turns to you and smirks, “so, what am I doing to you in your fantasies kitten?”

His question threw you off, and you weren’t sure how to answer him. You had been friends for some time, but no one knew about your feelings until tonight. You had hoped that they would forget about it, but you realized that you’d never live this down. You fought with yourself, wondering if you should give in to him or if you should avoid the situation. Before you could make your decision, you felt him move closer, his breath fanning across the side of your face.

“Tell me kitten, I want to make you feel good” he whispered. You felt a shiver run through you as he moved his hand on top of your thigh, squeezing firmly. You stayed silent, but you didn’t pull away, giving him the go ahead to continue. Jimin moved his lips to your neck, noticing the mark Jungkook had left on you and bit down on the spot. Before you could control yourself you moaned at the feeling, and his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting. His hand moved up your thigh and closer to where you wanted him, his fingers slipping in between your legs as his hand continues to move towards you centre. When he was right where you wanted him, he moved his hand away and to the button of your shorts, “tell me if you want to stop.”

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Pizza Boy

Originally posted by dailymarvel

warnings: making out? Fluff

word count: 1257

summary: Peter works as a pizza delivery boy and he delivers a pizza at your sleepover. Michelle wants to help you out by ordering two pizzas (individually) so you can talk to him.

a/n: I haven’t written in awhile. If it sucks I’m so sorry.

Anyone who has been in high school knows that the last few weeks of the year is probably the worst. There is studying (your ass off) and stressing over tests that probably would not even matter in the future.

So, of course, you and your friends decided to have a sleepover after school was finished for the summer. You all decided to have the sleepover at your house since they all loved the food you make.

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Wings

A/N: I’m gonna be quite honest. These past weeks I’ve been staying up until 6 am and waking up at 2 pm. One day I woke up and found I had written this in my notes. I don’t really remember writing it, but hey. Why not?

Spencer Reid meets his guardian angel and she’s nothing like he would have ever imagined. 


Originally posted by matthew-gray-gubler-trash-no1

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Mom doesn’t wish to see you(Batboys imagine)

Requested: Yes
Request: can I request the bat boys finding out Bruce cheated on batmom? 
Summary: Not only do you find out that you’ve been cheated on, but so do the boys.
Word count: 860
Warning(s): cheating

You were sad, not angry, not furious, just utterly sad. You felt like deep down you knew it was going to come to this, but you hoped for the best. But then you went by his office, uninvited…your first mistake. He was pushing his secretary up against the wall, having a rather intense lip battle apparently.

You couldn’t cry, you were unable to feel any emotion to be completely honest, you managed to leave the building unseen and drive yourself home like a madman.

Getting there your only goal was to get to you room as quick as possible, from point A to point B in the least possible time.

You storm up the stairs in front of the manor, quickly getting inside, slamming the door behind you. The boys were having dinner already so they obviously heard you coming in, they knew something was off.

You say nothing, running up the wooden staircase with all of your outdoors clothing still on, not bothering to take it off when you have to put it all back on very soon.

Closing your bedroom door, you slide down it, finally letting your sadness pour out. The boys knew something was very, very wrong when you didn’t say anything coming in, that had not once happened before, so they all gather behind your door, listening intently.

Your sobs were clear as day to them, but soon they also heard shuffling that gave them a horrible gut feeling. The shuffling was you piling all the things you own into a large bag, because you knew you needed to run, you needed to leave before Bruce was anywhere near home.

Your heart clenches when you hear Damians voice behind the door,a powerful sob traveling through you. “Ummi, are you alright?”

“I’m fine baby,” You answer, not even trying to hide the sadness in your voice, “Ma, we know something's wrong,” Jason says, you could hear the slight panic in his unsure voice. “Yeah mom, please talk to us,” Dick tries to coax, Tim joining in, “Yeah mom, please.”

The shuffling stops, and the door opens, revealing your red and swollen face. “It’s probably irresponsible of me to tell you, but we’re all adults, or think like them…”You say, taking a deep breath. “Your father cheated on me and I don’t think I can remain here for the time being.” You say looking at the floor in shame.

That ass hole, I’ll kill him,”Jason yells in anger, ready to take of. “NO NO NO! Please don’t, I was actually wondering if I could crash in your apartment until I find another place.”You ask him. “I can write up the divorce papers, to make sure you get custody of us,” Tim offers, all the boys humming in agreement, to which you nod. He quickly goes to work. “Ummi what can I do?” Damian asks, sad for his dad’s inadequacy.

You sigh going back to the room, continuing to pack your things, “Could you get all my things from that draw,” You point at the last drawer you haven’t yet had the chance to empty. “I’ll go get the car ready,” Dick says.

Soon all your things were packed and thrown in the trunk of the car, all the boys getting in. “Were gonna be with you tonight,” Tim informs, holding a folder of paper. 

Arriving at the apartment, the boys carry all your things inside, Jason emptying his bed for you. “I can sleep on the couch, darling.” 

“No ma of mine is sleeping on no couch!” Jason proclaims, causing you to chuckle for the first time tonight. 

While you were getting settled in and starting a movie night, Bruce finally came home, greeted by silence, apart from Alfred of course. But Alfred seemed uneasy, even a bit angry. “Where is everybody?” He finally asks the butler. “They got in a car and left” the older man calmly states.

Why?Where?” He asks.

Something about you seeing other women, and I didn’t ask, I thought it’s best If I didn’t know.” Alfred says leaving Bruce’s side. Bruce was internally panicking, he never meant for you to find out, you were his wife for god’s sake, and he threw it all away for a moment of lust.

He immediately started searching for you, quickly figuring out that you were at Jason’s place. He knew his chances were slim to none, but he hoped you could forgive him.

Knocking on the door he anxiously awaits a reply. Soon Dick comes to the door. “What the fuck are you doing here Bruce?” He angrily questions, loud enough that everyone knew of his presence. “I’m here to see MY WIFE.” He replies, “Well mom doesn’t wish to see you.” Dick truthfully tells him.

Bruce sees you in the doorway a bit further back behind Dick, looking the saddest he’s ever seen you. “y/n please,” Bruce attempts to plead. “Dick’s right, I don’t want to see you, now and never,” You sigh, handing him the stack of signed paper Tim had given you. Dick closes the door in his face, Bruce knew that he had lost the only thing he still dearly loved.


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Queen in the North {Pt. 2}

Originally posted by ladysarah94

Requested: By myself, because I am Trash™. Also some other absolutely lovely people.

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: I just watched the episode so fluff to the max

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: I am so pleased to see how many of you like the first part to this, and I sincerely hope that the second part is even better! Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for looking over this/encouraging me to actually post it. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them to my ask box!

It was nice of Sansa to say that she was almost done poking and prodding and adjusting your dress, even if you all knew that it was a lie. Sansa had and affinity for dressing you up, claiming that if she tried it with Arya, she would lose a finger. You couldn’t say that the idea was entirely off base.

The dress was lovely. It looked a bit delicate in comparison to the usual style that ladies favored in Winterfell.  It was somehow different and you’re the same as the dresses that you favored on an everyday basis. Although you had lived in Winterfell for most of your life, your mother and father had lived much farther south.

So, you tended to favor lighter dresses, made of silk and lace in a wide array of colors. Jon liked to tease you that you were the brightest thing to ever live in Winterfell. What you didn’t know is how much Robb silently agreed with him. The dress was white, with layers of gray peeking through towards the bottom. It was lovely, although you had no idea how Sansa had managed such a lovely effect in the short amount of time since she had asked you about making a dress.

“I may have been working on it for a little while before I asked if it was okay,” she said, picking it up off of the bed and motioning for you to change into it. “But I knew that you were going to say yes anyways.”

You laughed, she was right. You had a hard time telling people no, especially when they were doing something so nice for you. After all, the Starks were your family. And if they were willing to put the time in to help you, then there was no way that you were going to refuse. It did make your schedule feel a bit cramped at times, in between dagger lessons with Arya and the boys, knitting with Sansa and tea with Lady Stark, who was forever insisting that you call her Catelyn, there were never enough hours in the day, something you often fought about with Robb.

“Well then, put it on!” Sansa laughed, tossing you the dress and pulling out her needle and thread, claiming that there were a few alterations that needed to be made. Sansa worked in silence, adding a few stitches here and there. And somehow, when she was done, the dress looked even more spectacular. She had managed to somehow make it fit you like a glove at the top, yet have the perfect amount of sway and flow in the skirts.

“Thank you, Sansa,” you said, admiring the skirts in her mirror. If you hadn’t been so caught up in how nice it was for Sansa to make you this lovely dress, you might have noticed the smug look on her face as she admired you admiring her dress. And you might have noticed that you were wearing in the Stark family’s colors. “But I really think that I should go see if your mother needs help preparing-”

“I was downstairs with her all morning. While you were fretting over nothing, I was making sure that you didn’t have an excuse to run away.” She laughed, guiding you over to the chair that was set up in front of her mirror. “Now, you have to stay and let me do something with this.” She sighed, motioning to the braid that you wore every day. Sansa took your braid in her hands, making quick work of fanning it out across your shoulders, running a brush gently through the ends or your hair.

“I cannot understand why you never take the time to style your hair unless I force you to. You know that anyone would do anything for you.” Sansa rain her hands through your hair, twisting it one way and then another, attempting to choose a style for that evening.

“I would rather spend my time with other engagements. And I’m sure that every single person in this castle has at least five things that they need to be doing at any given time. And shockingly, none of them include helping me with my hair.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

“And does one of those things include pretending that you aren’t in love with my brother? Or is that simply a given, considering it is something that you do every waking minute of every day?”

You felt yourself tense, your shoulders locking back into place and your teeth grinding against each other. Sansa, on the other hand, continued brushing your hair into place, humming a soft tune to herself. You wished that you had an appropriate comeback, but you were left to sit there, mouth agape, while Sansa fussed with your hair for longer than should have been possible.

You’d hoped that you would have a bit of time to yourself before the feast that evening, but Sansa had insisted that a bit of rouge had never hurt anyone. By the time that she decided you were ready, the both of you were late.

“A queen never arrives at her own party on time.” Sansa laughed as you hurried down the hall. You hated to be late, and it seemed that the only time you were more than a few seconds late to anything was when Sansa insisted on helping you get ready.

“Then it’s really too bad that I am not a queen.” you reminded her, withholding a glare.

She snorted at you in a very un Sansa-like way, simply brushing past you and breezing easily into the banquet. You, on the other hand, were not nearly as confident. You took a moment to steady yourself, a moment to catch your breath, before stepping into the banquet hall.

The noise and liveliness of the hall erupted around you, pulling you in. You glanced around, taking in the musicians and the dancers that took up most of the space in the large banquet hall. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were elated to see Robb standing with Jon and Theon near the edge of the dance floor.

You gathered up your expansive skirts, making your way along the edge of the room to the boys.

“Well don’t you just look dashing in the Stark colors?” Jon teased you, gesturing for you to do a twirl.

You landed a punch on his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but firm enough to tell him to shut his big mouth, paired with an expression that told him you were going to pretend to be cross with him for a while. “If you must know, your lovely sister made me this gown, and as usual I had no say about the colors. But, I’m sure that it is just coincidence.” You attempted to sound sincere, even though you knew what Sansa was most likely thinking when she was picking out the material.

You pretended to listen to the boys ramble on about one thing or another, but your eyes were scanning the room in search of Arya. You knew that she was not particularly fond of feasts, so you always made a point to seek her out and reassure her, even if it was only for a few minutes. After few moments of searching, you spotted her, slumped into a chair, looking like she would much rather be anywhere else but here.

You felt Robb’s hand rest on the small of your back, attempting to draw your attention away from the very important matter at hand. “Y/N, do you want to-”

“Maybe in a minute, Robb,” you said, already making your way over to Arya, not even bothering to look back towards the sound of Jon’s booming laughter.

“Arya!” you laughed, taking her hands in your own and pulling her out of the chair. “Won’t you come and dance with me?”

“You know that I have been skipping my lessons,” she mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. Somehow, she was in a worse mood than usual.

“I never said that we were going to make our way through the most boring waltz in existence.” You were already halfway to the band, who looked almost as morose as Arya, which wasn’t surprising when you thought about the music that they were being forced to play. “If this is to be the mood for the entire evening, we are all going to die of boredom.”

You let go of Arya’s hands for a few moments to whisper your instructions to the band. They all seemed to perk up immediately, sitting up in their chairs, the light coming back into their eyes. The tune changed from the sullen one that you had grown accustomed to hearing, to one that was jubilant and full of life. Reclaiming Arya’s hands in your own, your spun her around, prancing around in ridiculous circles until a smile finally graced her lips, and then a small laugh bubbled through, and you knew that your work was done.

You gave her one last smile, twirling her in another circle before stumbling off of the dance floor. All of the spinning had made you a bit dizzy, and with all of the skirts that Sansa had swaddled you up in, you weren’t surprised that you had nearly tripped a few times before you had even made it away from the dancers.

Robb’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the mass of bodies that had swarmed the dance floor. You would have been surprised, especially because you hadn’t thought that Robb was anywhere near you, but he had a habit of turning up when you needed someone.

“What was it that you wanted earlier?” You asked breathlessly, collapsing into the chair that he had guided you to.

“Do you remember when my mother was so angry at us for sneaking into these feasts that she made us attend all of those dreadful dancing lessons?” Robb asked, smiling at Arya dancing with Rickon among the masses.

“Of course I do,” you laughed, recalling the many afternoons you had spent with your slightly nasty dance master. “Your mother was so sure that we would never turn up to another ball again if we had to take those lessons, but you were at every single lesson.”

“Naturally, you were so excited, and there was no way that I was going to miss it when you tripped over your own two feet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were always responsible for catching me after I messed up a new step.” You lazily punched him in the shoulder, but the laughter died in your throat as Robb caught your fist and linked his hand with yours.

“And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

It wasn’t the act of holding his hand in yours that caused your breathing to falter. You had been holding pinkies since you had met, so after that, what was a hand? It was the way that his eyes were staring into yours, unwavering. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself blushing because of Robb Stark.

It wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you had grown up together, after all. Your mother had been best friends with Cat, and when they passed away, it was no question that you were going to stay with Ned and his family.

You had been quiet when you arrived at Winterfell for the first time. It had only been a day or two since your mother and father had moved on, taken from you suddenly by a terrible affliction. You were assured that your friends would all be waiting for you, but that wasn’t good enough. You wanted your parents.

And even though you constantly reminded Robb of that, he was there for you at every turn. Bringing you a flower he found near a spring, hoping to make you smile, or telling you a poorly thought out joke, just waiting for just a glimpse of the dimples he used to know so well. And as much as you wanted to give him a glimpse of your former self, you needed time. Somehow, even at such a young age, both of you understood. And you had remained solemn, until one afternoon, he heard a giggle echoing from her chambers.

Robb threw open the door to find you sifting through a drawer full of dried flowers, picking them up one by one and examining them. He marched into the room, demanding to know why you had been so sad before. You never had been able to give him an answer, simply handing him one of the flowers and telling him that you were sorry. You never had offered him an explanation for those first few weeks.

“Y/N?” Robb’s voice and both of his hands cupping yours somehow managing to effectively draw you back to reality. “Are you okay?” his voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. He should know better than that by now.

“I was thinking about when I first came to live with you, well everyone. And you worried yourself over making me feel welcome, and you were so confused when you found me with that drawer full of flowers.” You sounded dreamy, still thinking about the days when things felt easier.

“You never did tell me why you kept all of those flowers. Especially when they never made you smile in the first place.” He smiled down at your hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of your hand.

“Because I knew that they were going to make me happy eventually,” You met his eyes, hoping that he understood what you were trying to tell him. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Robb looked like he was going to answer, but you were finished wasting time moping about when there was a party going on. “Let’s dance, Stark.”

And without another word, the two of you were out of your chairs and headed for the dance floor. The musicians had kept their promise, and the music was lively. You were pleased to see that Arya had dragged Sansa into a group of dancers, and it brought a smile to your face to see that everyone was happy, for the time being. It was rare to stumble upon a moment where someone wasn’t squabbling, and when you managed to find one, you most certainly weren’t going to take it for granted.

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Did anyone else notice this little moment with Mona in the Two Crows diner?

It’s after Caleb sat down at Mona’s table and he says “May I?” about the pie.

She looks to the window and suddenly her face is wracked with panic, and she starts wringing her hands. But she pulls it together immediately.

It’s like in that split second she either…

1. Saw A.D., like saw their reflection in the window. But out of their hoody and mask, so she knew who they really were.

Or
2. Thought Caleb actually was A.D.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Is something bothering you, McCree?”

McCree quickly averts his gaze, pretending to look down at his phone. “Not at all,” he replies, pretending he hasn’t been caught staring at Hanzo like a lovesick puppy–again. “Little tired after that mission, but that’s about normal.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see Hanzo frowning, unconvinced. “No,” he says, “there is something. Tell me.” 

McCree forces himself to maintain a neutral face. He and Hanzo are the only ones on this shuttle, headed back to Gibraltar after a short excursion in London, so there is nowhere to hide and nobody to turn to for help. “Ain’t nothin’ to tell,” he says, a little more forcefully. It’s a bold-faced lie–there’s always something on his mind when he’s with Hanzo–but he’ll just have to hope Hanzo lets it go.

Instead, though, Hanzo sighs heavily. “I know there is something,” he says. “You may not act like it, but there is. I am your friend, McCree. You do not need to hide.”

“Would you just let it go?” McCree snaps, and immediately feels guilty for doing so. “Sometimes a man just doesn’t wanna talk about something. Let it go.”

“So there is.”

“It doesn’t concern you.”

“On the contrary, I am almost certain it does.”

McCree’s heart gives an extra-hard thump against his ribs. Has he been that obvious? He always feels like he’s bleeding out his feelings all over the place, ready to be caught at any given moment, but he thought he was hiding it well enough. It was harder during this mission, when it was just the two of them fighting together against their enemies, but still, he thought he had gotten out okay.

Hanzo continues, unaware of McCree’s fears. “I have seen the way you look at me, when you think I cannot see you,” he says softly. “I cannot tell what it means for certain, but …”  He clenches his fists in his lap, then releases, flexing nervously. “Have I done something to upset you?”

McCree’s breath catches in his throat. “No, Hanzo, not at all,” he says. “Probably the opposite.”

“Then what? What about me has you so distressed? I can only think of one other thing that makes you look at me the way you do, and it seems even more unlikely. I only thought of it because Genji mentioned it.”

“Well, I ain’t mad, so what’s the other thing?”

Hanzo’s mouth shuts with a click. He looks embarrassed suddenly, and averts his gaze to somewhere near the floor. 

“He suggested,” he says, through gritted teeth, “that you might have feelings. For me. He was not so delicate when he was suggesting this, but nonetheless.”

McCree’s heart drops to his gut. Damn Genji, the meddling little shit. Now McCree’s in trouble no matter what he says–and he has no idea whether it will be worse to admit it, or continue trying to lie his way out.

But Hanzo’s too astute to lie to, especially when he’s already suspicious, and McCree would be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn’t want to admit it.

He forces himself to look up at Hanzo. His gut twists around his heart as he says, as evenly as he can, “And what would you say if I told you that was true? That I like you so much I can’t stop starin’?”

Hanzo breathes in sharply, loud enough to be heard, and snaps his gaze to meet McCree’s. McCree clenches his teeth and pulls up every ounce of willpower he has just to not look away. 

A long, silent moment stretches between them. McCree starts to contemplate the odds of his survival if he throws himself off the shuttle. 

“I suppose,” Hanzo starts, slowly and deliberately, “if that were the case …”

He trails off. He uncrosses his arms and starts to reach across the gap between them, then hesitates, gauging McCree’s reaction. McCree holds perfectly still. 

“I suppose,” Hanzo starts again, as his fingertips curl gently against the back of McCree’s neck, “that if that is true, I might … do this.” He leans in, achingly slowly, eyes locked on McCree’s.

McCree doesn’t move as Hanzo kisses him. His lips are warm and dry, surprisingly soft, gently cradling McCree’s bottom lip in a gesture so light and sweet that it makes McCree’s chest ache. It lasts only a moment before Hanzo draws away, and McCree can see the faintest dusting of pink on his cheekbones.

“I do not mind,” says Hanzo, barely above a whisper, “if that is the reason you watch me.”

Angel Preferences: Valentines' Day/ La Saint Valentin

I understand this is a few days overdue, I apologize. I hope you enjoy it anyways.


Castiel:

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

“Cas!”

Said angel jumped at your sudden exclamation, as you were sitting right next to him. “Ye-”

You purposely cut him off by shoving a piece of chocolate in his mouth. “Happy Valentines’ Day, Cas.”

When he finished chewing, he spoke, “I didn’t find your sudden yelling very pleasant, but the candy was delightful.”

You laughed and hugged him. “I’m sorry,” you held up the heart-shaped box of chocolates. “Have another as a sign of forgiveness.”

Castiel tilted his head slightly, “You understand that you don’t have to suborn me with chocolate for me to forgive you, right?”

“Just eat this chocolate with me.”

Gabriel:

Originally posted by lucifersagents

You shuffle into your room after a long day, wanting nothing more than at least six hours of sleep. You open the door to see dimmed lights. Rose petals littered the floor and bed, which lead to Gabriel laying shirtless on the bed, chocolate in his mouth. He winked.

You smirk and strut to him. He smirked and leaned on his elbows. You broke off the chocolate and started eating it yourself. You laid next to him with a yawn.

He rolled on his stomach and pouted, “You know, it’s not nice to lead a man on like that.”

“Yeah, well I’m not in the mood. I’m tired, and I just want to watch TV and eat chocolate.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” he said. Gabriel snapped, and the next second the room was cleaned, and [your favourite show] was playing on the television. The rest of the night consisted of cuddles, TV, and occasional kisses.

Lucifer:

Originally posted by casclarenceunicorn

“You’re looking particularly susceptible this evening,” Lucifer spoke, staring down at you from the arm of the couch.

“That’s because the only movies playing today are romances,” you say, scrunching your nose as a kissing scene appears on the screen.

Lucifer glanced at the screen and immediately turned away, gagging.

You chuckle, “Me too.” You sigh and grab the remote, turning off the television. You lay back and start slipping off the couch, although you didn’t do anything about it.

“I thought they played a variety of shows. What’s the vile occasion?”

“Vile is definitely the word for it. It’s a holiday dedicated to love, where you spend the day with a significant other,” you explain, unknown to Lucifer’s slightly wandering eyes.

“You don’t have a significant other?” he asked.

“Nope.”

Lucifer pauses in his speech for a few moments. “Then, you wouldn’t mind…spending the rest of the day in my company, would you?”

“Of course not, but you have to find something better to do than watching romances.”