i just love her a lot all of a sudden and this song

ok ok ok ok ok ok can I just have a quick lil moment of your time?

This shit.

So Hunchback is far and away my favorite movie from Disney’s Renaissance, and it always makes me so happy that yes, people seem to appreciate it, people seem to love it, but I’mma go into exactly WHY it’s my favorite, and WHY I think it’s so crucial, and WHY I think it should be required viewing for young boys specifically.

We all know that a huge bulk of the media we’ve grown up with consistently has that one frustrating message:  Being the hero means you’ll get the girl.  Many boys let this mentality bleed into reality.  We have “nice guys,” who feel that their niceness entitles them to romance, when obviously that discredits a female’s personal choice.  We all get this, we all know this, and a lot of us get that it’s a toxic message.

So check out our hero.

He’s an incredibly good person who isn’t conventionally attractive.

Check out our lady.

Super good person, conventionally attractive.

The movie so deliberately builds up Quasi’s hopes.  There’s a whole fucking song about it.

But Esmeralda, who is her own person with her own motivations and preferences, chooses another man, who is also good and also attractive.

A lot of people criticize this aspect of the movie, the fact that Quasi doesn’t get the girl BECAUSE of his appearance.  But my argument?  This is the best damn message a movie could ever send.

Because when things get dicey, when Esmeralda’s life in in danger, when Quasi would be putting his own life on the line, he knows that romance is no longer within the realm of possibility.  He knows he won’t be “getting the girl.”  He knows this, and he allows himself a moment of bitterness, he risks falling prey to the “nice guy” trope, and he almost succumbs.

“She already has her knight in shining armor, and it’s not me.”

BUT THEN HE DOES THE RIGHT THING.

He has NO ulterior motive for saving her life.  NO ulterior motive for opposing the man who raised him.  And he doesn’t know that he’ll get any reward, he knows he could straight up get killed for his actions, and yet he still acts.

And there’s no bitterness. There’s still so, so much love between him and Esmeralda, pure awesome platonic love, and love between him and Phoebus, and just fucking love all around, it’s amazing.

I’ve heard so many people express distaste at Quasi not ending up with Esmerelda.  Like he was cheated out of some kind of reward.  But have they watched the ending?

Does that look like a man cheated of his reward?  Does he look like he “lost” to Phoebus?  No dude, that’s a man who has everything he ever wanted, and that’s also a man who didn’t “get the girl.”

If that’s not an essential message for young boys to hear, I don’t know what is.

Risking it all in a glance

“Draco… Draco.” 

His father’s voice sounded strained, almost like a scared whisper. He hesitantly stretched out his arm, his hand balled into a fist. Draco swallowed hard as several heads turned towards him, watched him. He was sure they all expected him to walk across the courtyard without hesitation. It was where he belonged after all.

All these years he had done as his father had said. He hadn’t defied him once. But now, everything in him screamed to stay where he was, not to go to his father. It came too late. What was the point in defying him now?

Harry Potter was dead. There was no hope left.

“Draco.”

Draco’s eyes darted to his mother. Her voice rang through him and immediately found its way to his heart, squeezing it violently. She took a step forward, smiling at him almost sadly.

“Come.”

Hesitating only a second longer, Draco started moving, his head bowed. He didn’t dare to look anyone in the eye.

Harry Potter was dead. What was the point in fighting?

Draco’s body went rigid when the Dark Lord enveloped him in his arms.

“Well done, Draco,” he whispered into his ear. Draco thought he was going to be sick. Silently, he made his way to his parents, avoiding his father’s waiting arms and grasping his mother’s hand instead.

He tried to suppress a sob when his eyes fell on Potter’s lifeless body, held tight by the half-giant. It made him want to scream, to sink to his knees and beg the heavens to return him. What were they supposed to do without Potter now? What was Draco supposed to do without him?

For the rest of his life, he would be haunted by the knowledge that the last time he had seen Harry Potter alive, the Gryffindor had saved his life, had saved him from the Fiendfyre. And what had Draco done? He had simply grabbed his wand when it had fallen out of Potter’s hand and had made a run for it.

His hand tightened around the wood, making his knuckles go white. It didn’t even feel like his wand anymore. It only reminded him of what he had done. It disgusted him.

He could barely listen as Longbottom stepped forward and told them it didn’t matter that Potter was dead. His heart gave another violent squeeze. He wished he could go back in time. Draco doubted it was in his power to save Potter, but he should have at least told him that he… that he…

Draco saw something sparkly out of the corner of his eyes when suddenly chaos erupted. Longbottom was holding something; it looked like a sword. Draco looked around, taking in the shocked faces of the Death Eaters. That’s when he finally saw it; Potter, jumping out of the half-giant’s arms. In this mere second, Draco’s whole world shifted. It was as if time was standing still. Potter was crouching on the ground, his face full of determination.

Draco’s mind was completely blank. He didn’t think, he didn’t question it when his feet started moving of their own accord.

“Potter!” His voice was choked, desperate. The feeling only intensified when their eyes met. Draco hadn’t thought he’d ever see those eyes again. It made him shiver. He didn’t think about repercussions, about what his parents would say, what the Dark Lord might do to him. How could he, when Harry Potter was alive?

Without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted his arm above his head and threw his wand with all his might. His heart hammered wildly against his chest as he watched Potter catch it mid-air.

They were saved. He was saved.

Even though relief flooded through him, at this point, Draco really didn’t care what happened to him anymore. He had experienced what it meant to lose  nearly everything.

Harry Potter was alive and that was all that mattered.


So, quick intermission because there’s this song you could listen to real quick. Yes, this was indeed inspired by a song originally sung by the Backstreet Boys lol. BUT can you honestly listen to it and tell me this is not one of the most drarry songs you’ve ever heard? I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed before! So, with that in mind, the story continues…


It was quick, fleeting, but it made Harry stop dead, the air completely knocked out of his lungs. Grey eyes, hesitant, sad, locked with his.

Someone bumped into him, breaking the eye contact. Harry whirled around, the shopping bag in his hand hitting the wizard beside him in the back.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled. He quickly turned his head back down Diagon Alley, searching for grey eyes but there were just too many people.

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anonymous asked:

so, um. if you have any particular feelings about labyrinth--specifically Sarah--uh, go wild.

WILD PEACHES  [AO3]

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The morning after Sarah Williams defeats the Goblin King, she gets up and makes toast. She has to brush some glitter off the toaster—it withers and vanishes at the brush of her fingertips, and she stares at her hand for a long time. 

It mostly just looks like her hand. Even when she turns it over, and sees where she scraped her knuckles against the oubliette, where the shattered mirror cut the back of her wrist. It looks like she fell, or was playing in the street. That’s all.

The toast comes out burned, and Sarah stares at that too. Eventually, she slumps down against the cabinets and cries, wracking sobs that send her dad and Karen rushing into kitchen. They check her forehead for a fever, put their hands on her, and keep asking, “Are you okay? Sarah, please, tell us what’s wrong…”

Eventually, her dad drags her into his lap and cradles her against his chest, like he did when she was little. Her legs are too long to really fit anymore, but Sarah hugs him around the neck anyway. “It’ll be okay,” he says, keeps saying. “You’ll be okay.” And Sarah—doesn’t laugh, because she can’t, and doesn’t have the words to express what—how—

(None of her stories ever talked about this. What did Sir George do, the morning after he slayed the last dragon in England? Did Tam Lin eat breakfast, or did he sit there, shivering, wondering if his hands were different, having been claws and wings and scales?)

Afterwards, she leaves the burnt toast outside on the back porch. Not an offering. Maybe a reminder.

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It’s Didymus she sees the most often, mostly because he’s the one who invites himself rather than waiting for an invitation. He comes for tea, but even if there’s no tea—which there isn’t, usually—he comes to tell Sarah stories. She learns to love poetry because there’s no escaping it with him. (She won’t read Idylls of the King until Brit Lit in college, but she ends up scrawling a lot in the margins; Didymus’ telling of events had been much more interesting.)

Once, she falls asleep like that, her hands tucked behind her head with Didymus curled up and sleepily reciting from the crook of her elbow. “So tender was her voice, so fair her face—though I don’t think he was looking at her face, my lady, pardon me for saying so—”

Sarah buries her nose in his fur. Didymus always smells of rosewater, and a crispness she thinks is just…the Labyrinth. She falls asleep trying to place it.

She wakes up with a wild fox in her bed, animal-black eyes frightened and flat, teeth bared. The fox is whining, and she’s tempted to throw herself across the room, to get away from this wild thing and its teeth. It takes a monumental will to keep herself still and her breathing slow, even; like she’s still asleep and unafraid. 

It takes her longer to swallow, and start humming one of the songs he taught her—a knight’s round, he’d said. She’s shaky at first, but the fox’s ears flick forward. It cocks its head, and slowly, the teeth disappear behind its lips. 

She almost laughs when noses at her throat curiously, butting its head against her jaw like a cat might.

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Free The Animal

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Smut, Angst (will I ever stop being emo?)

Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D

dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist

Loving You To Death (Sequel)

There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”

“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.

“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.

“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.

“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”

“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”

“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”

“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”

“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”

Man, you’ve never seen the normally so cool and chic girl lose her temper like that. “He likes me?” You ask slowly, and she nods.

“And I like him?” You point a finger to yourself, enunciating every word like you were speaking to someone who didn’t understand your language.

“Fucking yes!”

You look towards Jungkook and for a second the unrecognizable source of your anger with him rears its ugly head and it looked an awful lot like jealousy… No, that’s not possible. You’re just too easily persuaded with Hwasa’s strong conviction under the influence of the alcohol. The only emotion you felt towards the tall arrogant asshole that could be described as loving is loving to hate him. “Don’t be ridiculous.” You dismiss her. “I know how I feel towards Jungkook and that’s pure and unadulterated annoyance, nothing more.”

“Then why don’t you break up with him?”

“What?”

“If he really does nothing more than annoy you then why don’t you break up with him and save yourself the trouble?” She challenges, seeming pleased with herself.

“Because he’s fucking hot.” You say as if that’s common sense, completely ignoring her implication that you’re dating him in the first place.

“There are dozens of hot guys in this college, even hotter than him. Take Namjoon for example, he’s hot AND smart, and he knows how to treat a girl right. Not like that douchebag.”

“Yeah, Namjoon is pretty smokin’ but have you considered that I like fucking Jungkook because he’s an asshole? College fucking sucks and it’s too stressful for me. I need something to let the frustration out on and that’s Jungkook. He takes whatever I give him and I take his frustration too. It’s like a symbiotic relationship. Primitive attraction. I can’t find that in anyone else, and if I did he’d be just like Jungkook because that’s the entire premise.” You take a deep breath then continue, “And I don’t like him and he doesn’t like me, this is just a stupid thing to tide us over until college is over and we can find people we’ll actually want to treat right. God help whatever unlucky girl he ends up with.” You chuckle but Hwasa doesn’t share your amusement.

Eventually, she relents, “Fine, I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I am,” You assure her. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to go home. This place stinks and I’m all sweaty, and the view doesn’t exactly inspire my lunch to stay inside my stomach.” You look pointedly towards Jungkook who you find looking back at you smugly. You roll your eyes at him then turn back towards your friend. “I’ll go take a shower and sleep.”


You step out of the shower, ready to put on your comfiest PJs and make a cocoon for yourself out of your cozy covers, when you’re met with the sight of Jungkook sitting on your bed, and tapping his foot impatiently.

Once he sees you, he gets up and pins you against the back of the door you were still standing by with a hungry kiss. “You’re late.” He states.

“Huh?” You ask, still dazed by his sudden appearance and the intense kiss.

“You said you’ll come back after two days. You were gone for three.”

“Oh, that.” You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why he was asking you about that when you pressed up against him with just a towel covering your body.

“My mum was so charmed by Jin that she insisted we stay another day. I swear, that guy doesn’t know how to turn it down.” You laugh, oblivious to the glare on Jungkook’s face, “But oh well, at least she bought the whole spiel of him being you.”

When you’d started your fuckbuddy relationship with Jungkook, you weren’t careful about not mentioning him to your mum. So whenever she called you, you’d tell her you were doing this or that with Jungkook. You were spending such a huge amount of time with him –when you weren’t fucking, Jungkook could put on an okay impression of a decent human being, and he was pretty funny too– that your mum presumed he was your boyfriend.

You tried lying and saying that he’s just a friend but she wouldn’t have it so you ended up just agreeing that he was, in fact, your boyfriend. You just didn’t have the heart to tell your sweet, loving mum that Jungkook was just the dude who put his penis in her daughter on the daily, sometimes more than once.

It went fine until the holidays came around and your mother demanded that she finally meet this Jungkook who has been seeing her daughter for so long. Obviously, you never would, in a million years, let them meet. Jungkook was too crass and misbehaved. You didn’t want to give your mother a heart attack yet, so you convinced Jin, a dear friend of yours, to go in Jungkook’s place and pretend to be him. To which he so kindly agreed.

Jin was an instant hit at the family reunion. He was loved so much that he was invited to stay over for a longer time, which he again agreed to because Jin is an attention-loving whore and he’d never turn down an opportunity for people to praise him. You would have had to stay more if you didn’t chew Jin’s ear off and gave him a well-delivered punch to the gut. The following day, he suddenly remembered that your classes start early and he told your mum that you needed to leave. She was disappointed, more than she ever was when you were visiting alone, but she’ll live.

“I don’t know why he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend when I’m not.”

“You know why.” You glare at him.

“Because your lovely mother would drop dead if she knew the real nature of our relationship? If she knew the filthy things I do to you. The filthy things you beg me to do to you.” He smirks, grinding against you.

“Yes, that’s exactly why.” You moan, letting your head fall back against the door and enjoying the friction.

“You could’ve just taken me, you know. But I guess you wouldn’t have been able to be in the same room as me without begging me to finger you under the table.”  He trails kisses down your neck, harsh and painful, but all the more delicious.

“Perhaps. Or maybe you wouldn’t have been able to keep in your moans while I fucked you, making the entire house hear you telling me how my pussy is the tightest you’ve ever had and how much you can’t get enough of it.” You parrot back the words he told you the night before you left.

He groans, suddenly throwing off your towel and pressing a finger against your slit, “Brave words, little girl, but look how you’re already so wet for me.”

“And you’re telling me if I go down on my knees and unzip your overly tight jeans I won’t find your cock red and twitching?” You say through clenched teeth, doing exactly that and taking his pants and boxers off. Jungkook doesn’t disappoint, you find him already hard and ready.

“Well, as long as you’re down there why don’t you shut up and show me what that sharp mouth of yours was really made for? And don’t tease.” He warns, making short work of his shirt then throwing it away, leaving you both completely naked.

“Hmm, I don’t know. You completely ignored my texts earlier and chose to continue feeling up that blondie. Why should I give you what you want now?” You lightly trail your index finger up and down his length.

“You can’t expect me to drop everything I’m doing the second your highness decides to come back. You’re good, baby, but you’re not that good.” He grips his cock and circles the head of it around the shape of your lips, mesmerized by the way the softness of your lips give way underneath him. Your tongue peeks out and curls around his head, sucking on it and stopping his movement.  

You let his dick go out of your mouth with a pop that had him hunching over, his shadow engulfing you. “Is that why you were waiting so patiently for me a few minutes ago like a good boy?” His cocky smile falls and you smirk triumphantly, knowing you had him. “She must not have been any good at all to have you running back to me so soon. Are you losing your touch, Kookie?”

“Oh, but she was great baby. The most submissive little thing. She was prepared to do anything I wanted. She would’ve done anything to please me. But that’s boring. You know I like a challenge. I prefer your brand of submissiveness. It’s much more satisfying getting a stuck up and spoiled bitch like you to swallow her pride and beg for my dick. I love breaking you down, baby.” Jungkook finishes you off cleanly. He always found a way to do that. “Now shut up and suck me off.”

He’s being entirely too cocky, but with a dick like that, he has every right to be. That doesn’t stop you from continuing to tease him though, knowing that soon enough he’d take the lead anyway and he never goes soft on you. You use your tongue to follow all the lines on his dick, paying special attention to the groove separating the head from the shaft, never once taking him in your mouth like he wants you to.

“You really want to be punished today, don’t you?” He tugs harshly on your hair, pulling your head back and using his other hand to slap his cock against your cheek a few times. “Answer me.”

“Yes, sir, punish me real good.” You say it tauntingly, but it gets to him anyway, and he handles you even more roughly to show you he deserves the title.

“Open up your mouth and don’t you dare close it until I’m done using it. I don’t care if you have to breathe or if you’re fucking choking, you’ll take it like the good girl you are. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” You rush to say, pushing your tongue out to get him to fuck your mouth already. That doesn’t please him and he gives another harsh tug on your hair that makes tears sting your eyes, “At least try to pretend you’re not such a slut.” He sneers, but you know he loves it.

You pull your tongue back into your mouth and give him your biggest puppy eyes, and finally, finally, he pushes his cock inside, sticking to shallow staccato thrusts that hit the back of your throat for just a split second each time. You had missed the weight of him on your tongue so you close your eyes and moan around him, like the girls in those over the top chocolate commercials,  except unlike them, you weren’t exaggerating your pleasure.

But your moan soon turns to multiple impatient ones when Jungkook keeps up his shallow, sparse thrusts. “What is it? Does baby girl want more?”

You moan out a yes, not daring nor wanting to pull your mouth off of him in order to vocalize your need better. “Do you think you deserve it? Lying to me and being gone for so long? How do you think I’m supposed to take care of my needs when my little cum bitch isn’t around?”

You thought the question was rhetorical so just give him another pleading moan but he takes his cock out of your mouth and says, “Answer me.”

“Uh…fuck other g-girls?” Was that the right answer? You weren’t sure what he wanted you to say, and you didn’t know why your own answer annoyed you so much.

“I could have, but where would I find someone like you?” You feel yourself involuntarily smiling, but then he continues, “I don’t think I’ve ever met a girl as perverted as you, or nearly as sex-crazed. You let me do things to you I only imagined. That’s you, ready to be fucked whenever and wherever I want.” He praises, or at least that’s what you think he intended with the double edged words.

“There are some seriously fucked up girls out there, and they all would throw themselves into my bed ass first if I so much as lifted a finger in their direction, but I don’t know if they’d ever compare to you.” He caresses your cheek and looks down at you in a mock loving way, and for some reason that makes you feel a little bit sick.

Slapping his hand away, you snap. “Why don’t you break up with me and find out then?”

You don’t know why you were so upset over his words. You don’t mind dirty talk at all, in fact, you loved it. He could always make you wet with just a few words from him, but why did he have to keep bragging about other girls like a peacock brandishing his tail? You already knew all of this but so what? You could have any guy you wanted too.

Like you did earlier this night, he completely brushes over the dating part and simply shrugs, “Too much work.”

Finally, he shuts up and thrusts back into you, this time deep enough to make you choke. Normally you’d do better than that but slight interruption put you off guard, but you quickly get back into it.

You were always hyper aware of Jungkook’s dick whenever you deep throated him. You felt every little twitch it made and tasted even the slightest bit of precum that it produced so you knew just what to do to make it feel exponentially better for him. You swallowed around him when you felt it would affect him the most and used your tongue when he needed it.

Jungkook wasn’t frugal with the sounds he made, letting out moans and grunts each time you did something he particularly liked, praising you for being so good for him. “Shit, I fucking love your mouth baby.” He wraps a hand loosely around your throat, feeling the bulge inside it every time his cock slides in. “I love hearing you gag around my cock. Such a good little slut, taking it all for me.”

He never was the gentlest lover but you thought that he was going extra hard today. Each time he bottomed out, he would stay a second with his lower abdomen pressed against your nose, as if he was purposefully trying to make you lose your breath so he’d punish you more.

But you were too horny for whatever he had in mind and you were in no mood for any further strange questions from him so you set your mind to making him bow out before you did. Trailing a hand between his spread legs, you press your thumb against the area between his balls and his asshole and rubbed him there just the way you knew he liked.

The effect on him is instant, he lets out a growl and starts assaulting your mouth with his thrusts for a few seconds, the saliva that drooled down your chin making long strings between your mouth and his abdomen every time he tugged your head back, before breaking altogether when he tears himself away from you. He doesn’t give you time to regain your breath before the hand around your throat tightens drastically, preventing you from sucking in the much-needed air, “Did I tell you you can do that?”

“No,” You whimper, the tears that have been stinging your eyes for some time finally break free and start falling in streams down your cheeks. You claw at his hand but it’s no use. He was too strong for you. He wasn’t trying to kill you, he still allowed you enough air to stay alive but not enough to stop the burning in your lungs.

“Then why did you do it?”  

“I’m…sorry… sir.” You squeak out the words separately. The sentence too large to come out fully through your tight airways.

He turns around and flings you onto the bed. “Are you going to follow orders or do I have to get out the whips and shackles.”

You shudder at that. Jungkook didn’t much like using toys. He preferred to use his own body. He said it made him feel everything more intensely, but he wasn’t against using them when he really needed to, and you never want to make him need to.

“No, sir, I’ll be good, sir. Forgive me.” You use the back of your hand to wipe your mouth clean and look down demurely.

“Lie down and spread your legs.”

You follow his orders instantly, spreading your legs as far as they’ll go but apparently that wasn’t enough for him because he forcefully spreads them just a little wider, making it a little painful. A fact you know wasn’t lost on him.

The soft way he kisses your inner thighs may seem like an attempt to lessen the pain to anyone looking on but you know he was only doing it to torture you more, especially that he can definitely see and smell how aroused you were.

When he moves his lips to your pussy, things don’t get any better. He kisses and licks between your legs like it was a cone of ice cream, the objective was to capture any escaping juice and not to bring you any pleasure.

You’re left with nothing to do than to repeat your earlier pleads of sorrow, hoping he’d take pity on you and start eating you out properly, but he never does. It’s stupid of you to think that taking matters into your hand and touching your breasts to give you some sort of relief would go unnoticed because even if Jungkook had his eyes closed, he was still so acutely aware of your sounds that he noticed the difference your touches made.

You’re not given a second to process things before he’s flipped you on your stomach, quickly grabbing a scarf that was thrown haphazardly on the floor to tie your hands to the metal bars of the headboard.

“You don’t even deserve something this soft. I’d rather have your wrists in shackles that would dig red bloody lines into your skin to teach you the consequences of being such a bad girl. But that can wait for now.” He grits out.

You should have anticipated the first blow that hit your ass, and yet you didn’t. You never do. Jungkook’s hands, those large sexy hands that you love so much are the same ones now torturing you. He doesn’t hold back, fully intending to make you cry again and beg for his forgiveness.

You try to hold back, knowing that if you stop him now, the frustration he was hitting you with would only be transferred to his fucking, and you were sure your pussy couldn’t take the abuse. You’re not sure how many times he’s hit you already, alternating between hitting the same spots to intensify the pain and finding new spots to spread it.

Maybe you had braved out thirty counts, maybe your knees gave out after five, but give out they did, and you were sobbing for him to stop every time he hooked a hand under your waist and pulled your ass up to strike you again.

“I’m so sorry… I’ll never be bad again… I’ll listen to everything you tell me to do… I’ll let you fuck me in front of the whole college if you want… just please sir, my ass can’t take any more.” You sob hysterically, fully ready to follow through on every word just to make him stop but he still doesn’t.

“Jungkookie, p-please.” You say the magic word and he stops. You don’t know what is it about the simple nickname that he loves so much, but you’ve come to realize that you can use it whenever things get too intense to make him calm down, during sex or even in real life. You had a safe word, sure, but despite the pain, things weren’t yet too much for you to make you say it. You were just so turned on from the spanking and the teasing that you couldn’t take anymore.

“Should I go and leave you like this? In tears yet so horny you’d ride my thigh to get off if I told you to do it.” You blush, despite the hundred humiliating things Jungkook got you to do for him when he got you horny enough, that would still be one of the most embarrassing ones.

You’d been so turned on one day from Jungkook’s endless teasing but unfortunately for you, you were in a movie theatre watching some superhero flick with some friends from college so you couldn’t do anything about it. Or rather Jungkook didn’t want to do anything about it. Somehow through the course of the movie, you found yourself sitting on his lap, grinding yourself against his thigh to get any sort of friction when Jungkook had the bright idea that you use his thigh to get off. He assured you that it was perfectly fine and that you were seated far enough in the back and away from everyone even your friends, so no one would find out. You were too far gone to think it through enough, and you’d always found his thighs particularly sexy so you listened to him, especially after he promised you he’d let you take control that night if you did it.

Surprisingly it wasn’t hard to reach your orgasm. You had slipped your panties off, and the rough material of his jeans gave the perfect amount of friction over his steel thighs. He had talked you through it with a broken, raspy voice and words seemingly whispered to him by the devil. It was one of the best orgasms of your life, and you would have repeated the action countless times if it weren’t for what happened after the movie ended.  

You arousal had apparently left a big ass dark spot on his jeans, and when asked about it by your friends, he gave a casual reply that had you running back to your dorm in embarrassment and not showing your face to anyone for a week straight.

“Oh, that’s from ___. She couldn’t control herself so I let her use my thighs to get off.”

Everyone was stunned, except Taehyung who asked, “And did it work? Did you get off on his thighs?”

You didn’t know if he was saying that to embarrass you further or because he really wanted to know. You saw a hint of something dark in his eyes but you didn’t stick around long enough to find out what it was because you had run away after snapping back, “No, he was talking too much and I couldn’t properly focus on Tom Hiddleston and imagine it was his thigh like I was trying to do.”

That night was the origin of the persisting rumor that you two were an item. The one you constantly denied and that Jungkook kept confirming just to annoy you.

You were torn from your dark memories by the feel of Jungkook’s dick sliding back and forth along your entrance. “Are you ignoring me, baby girl? You sure you want to do that?” He threatens and your words stumble over themselves in a rush to get out of your mouth.

“No, sir, I would never! Please, please, fuck me, please. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if you left me like this. Please, sir.”

Jungkook relents, pushing all the way into you with one thrust. The bastard didn’t even prep you beforehand. Luckily, you were used to the abuse. Sometimes Jungkook would prep you extensively before fucking you, other times he did it like this. It was part of the punishment, and you’d learned to like it.

“Is there a problem, baby girl?” He feigns ignorance, noticing the tight clench you had around his dick.

You force yourself to relax, “No, sir.”

“Good.” He says and starts thrusting inside of you, thankfully increasing his pace gradually before it reaches its usual brutality. Then he gives you no reprieve.  

Why does he feel the need to fuck you so hard? You’re not some sex doll he can manhandle as he likes and if it breaks he could just get another one… or maybe you were. His thrusts against your bruised ass were powerful enough to push you forward, almost making you hit your head against the headboard if it weren’t for your palms acting as a makeshift cushion between you and the metal bars.

Oh yeah, he does it because it always leaves you a whimpering, moaning mess underneath him. “Ah, sir, is my pussy making you feel good? Am I being a good slut?”

You were kissing up to him, you knew that but you couldn’t take any more punishment. And maybe, just maybe, it turned you on as much as it did him.

“It’s fine.” He says curtly and you flush. Your pussy isn’t ‘fine’, it’s fucking great. How dare he?

You lower your chest further to make your ass become perter and give him the angle he likes, then you work your walls against him, simulating the wall they feel when you orgasm, knowing how much he loves it.

“Are you trying to cheat, baby?” He warns.

“No, sir, I’m just trying to make it up to you. I’ve been so bad today. You deserve so much better. Especially since I left you for so long with no way for you to get off while I ran off with another boy. I’ve been so selfish, haven’t I?” You coo.

Jungkook tightened his grip on your hips, hard enough to leave purple marks in the morning. “Yes, you have. Don’t do it again.”

“I won’t, sir. I just want to make you happy with me. Am I making you happy?”

“Yes, baby, yes.” Jungkook sounded close, his breath ragged and his voiced coming out deep and forced.

“So is my pussy still just ‘fine’?” He could practically hear the pout in your question, and he chuckles, “No, baby, it’s fucking perfect. Best I ever had.”

“Thank you, sir.” You sigh, finally content and feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. But Jungkook beats you to it, and the warmth of his seed inside you almost push you off the edge if he had only continued thrusting into you just a few more times but he didn’t.

“Whyyyy?” You whine, but Jungkook ignores you and flips you onto your back again, the scarf twisting tighter around your hands, and your red ass too sore to lie down comfortably. He puts two fingers inside of you and hooks them forwards. You moan with relief, thinking he’s going to finger you but instead he uses them to scoop his cum from inside of you and move it to your lips.

“Open up. I can’t eat you out when you’re so full of my cum.”

At the mention of him eating you out, you rush to clean his fingers. Sucking them into your mouth and using your tongue to get them squeaky clean. He repeats the same action until he’s made you swallow every little bit of his cum then he finally goes down on you.

He doesn’t tease this time, alternating between pushing down on your clit with his tongue and fucking you with it. “Sir, please, won’t you make me cum? I want you to make me cum.” You cry, turned on beyond belief. The pent up arousal starting to turn painful.

Thankfully, he obliges, using his thumb to flick your clits and focusing his mouth on your entrance, his tongue fucking in and out of you and his lips sucking on the margin of your opening.

You start convulsing with your orgasm, pulling with all your might on your bindings in order to run a hand through his locks and guide him to your clit, but he already knows what you want, moving his mouth to your clit to shower it with attention and guiding you through your orgasm.

“Thank you, sir, oh god, thank you.” You slump into a boneless heap. Only stirring when Jungkook leaves and comes back with a wet towel to clean you both up and unlaces the knot around your wrists. He watches you rubbing your wrists to return the blood flow to them before he gets up and begins putting on his clothes.

“No, stay.” You whine. “Look at my wrist, and my ass,” You turn around to show him the red inflamed skin, shaking you ass up at him, “The least you could do is cuddle up with me. I feel lonely.”

“Why should I care about that?” He sneers but quickly backs down when he sees you flinch.  

He sighs and throws away the pants he was going to put on, climbing into bed and facing you, “You’re more than a handful you know.” He wraps his arms around your waist and you squeeze one of your legs between his own.

You smile, “I know.”

But that smile fades as you see a question floating around in his eyes.

“What?” You ask with a little frown on your face. What was wrong now? Today was a long day and you just wanted to curl up into him and fall asleep.

He seems taken aback at the fact that you could apparently read him so easily but he just tells what’s on his mind, not bothering to attempt to lie. “You could’ve taken me, you know? I know how to behave when I need to.”

This again? Why was he so hung up on that? Could Hwasa have been telling you the truth this whole time? “Oh, so you would have said to my mum 'Now I see where ___ gets her good looks from.’ and shared your secret recipes with her?” You raise an eyebrow at him, smirking.

“Jin did that? Damn.” He laughs, “But yes, I could do that. It’s horribly cliche and pretentious but if that’s what your mum likes…” He uses a hand to play with your hair and you try your best to not look alarmed by it, not wanting him to stop, the soft caress of his fingers as it draws little circles on your scalp making your eyes flutter. It obviously wasn’t a big deal to him, just something he did without thinking so you didn’t need to think about it too much. But then again he’s never done this before…

You half-heartedly hit him in the chest, “Asshole! Fine, next time I’ll introduce you as my loving boyfriend. I’ll say your name is Jin since Jungkook is already taken. I’ll say I saw you one day and it was love at first sight. I was so smitten with you that I had to break up with Jin aka “Jungkook” because it wasn’t fair for him to stay when I loved another man so. My mum would fall even more in love with you than I am. We won’t get married despite our parents’ constant nagging because marriage is for losers who aren’t secure enough in their love lives but that’s not us. We won’t even have kids. We’ll just spend all the money we would’ve wasted on them to travel the world and live like motherfucking stars.“

You can’t say anymore because you were laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, your face getting dangerously red. You take multiple deep breaths until you calm down then you speak again through the  remaining quiet giggles, "Can you imagine?”

You were obviously not taking any of this seriously but it seems like Jungkook had because his hand had gone still in your hair and when you look at him, ready to whine about him stopping, you find him wearing an unreadable look, “No, I can’t. It’s fucking stupid.” His tone is sharp enough to cut. He gets off the bed, collecting his clothes again and getting dressed.

You were shell-shocked. Why the fuck did he have to be such a dick all the time? You were just joking around but he couldn’t even let you have that little bit of fun… The horrifying part is, you find yourself not caring about that and instead feeling hurt over the fact that he found what you to be so stupid that he had to leave. That the slightest show of emotion from you was so revolting to him.

None of the things you said today were wise but your next ones might just be the worst. Maybe you’d look back on your life one day and decide that you were over-reacting, that what he said wasn’t so bad to garner such a dramatic response from you and that you were costing yourself a perfectly decent fuckbuddy over nothing. Or maybe you’d look back and clap yourself on the back for saying it. Maybe Hwasa was right. If Jungkook does nothing more than annoy and apparently hurt you, then why don’t you just break it off with him? Maybe it’s time to find someone who, well, would treat you like a human with feelings for starters.

“I don’t want to be your fuck buddy anymore.”

Jungkook froze, his whole body becoming tense. “Is this because of Jin?”

“I… what?” You ask, genuinely not understanding what that had to do with anything.

“You know what? Whatever. You’re starting to get too clingy anyway.” Jungkook doesn’t even look at you as he pulls on his shirt and slams the door behind him.

He leaves you behind to be consumed by the deafening silence that does nothing to buffer the screeching confusion of thoughts inside your head. All feelings and sensations seep out of your body. You feel yourself becoming numb, barely able to breathe, your ears ringing, and the light slowly leaving your eyes.


Author’s Note: I definitely accept criticism as well so knock yourself out 


Sweet Creature

Click here if you’d like to listen to the song to help set the mood. x

It was one of those days.

Harry adored his job. He really did. His work was his first love, he always said. But there were certainly days where it all got to be a little too much.

He woke up at six in the morning to be greeted by a rainy and foggy sky outside. He spent a good ten minutes gazing at the great love of his life, her hair splayed in all different directions from having forgotten to tie it up in a ponytail like she usually did. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were still puffy from the night before. He exhaled a sigh at the memory of it—it was the first time they’d really fought in a little while, but it’d been a doozy. Exhaustion took it’s toll on the both of them, but they were both too stubborn to admit it. It had been over something petty that he wasn’t even angry about anymore, even though at the moment in all seemed so important. And even though they tried to never go to bed angry, their tired eyes beat out the need to make up.

He exhaled a soft sigh as he watched his love, and he could see the tension built up in her features still from last night. He didn’t want to wake her just yet, because he knew that she would not love being woken up at six in the morning if she didn’t need to get up. The two of them rarely ever got a good night’s sleep anymore, and he didn’t want to take away her rest.

He got himself out of bed and walked over to the bathroom, going about his morning routine as quietly as possible as to not wake his girls. Within half an hour he was dressed up in a pair of black jeans and one of his button-ups. Usually he wouldn’t get so dolled up to go out this early, but he had a few morning radio shows he was making a live guest appearance on and impressions mattered to him. Having decided to get breakfast on the way to work, he quickly slipped out of the house without making a sound.

The rest of the day didn’t get any better.

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I think I love you - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word count : 1,484

Warnings : none

Requests are closed!

Originally posted by juptern

Your phone rang in the pocket of your jacket making you jump by surprise. You answered the call before showing your index to your friend Archie, meaning that it would only take a minute.

“Hi, this is (y/n) speaking.”

“Hey (y/n), how are you?” You instantly recognised the groggy voice behind the line.

“Jughead! I’m good! What about you?” From the corner of your eye, you would’ve swore you saw Archie rolling his eyes.

“Marvellous. So, what are you up to this evening? I thought we maybe could’ve hung out tonight. You know, me, you, at Pop’s?” You chuckled lightly.

“Sorry Juggie, I was planning on spending the night with Archie… You can tag along if you want? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” A small sigh made its way into your ear. You had to admit that you spent a lot of your recent time with your new red-haired friend. Jughead still occupied the position of best friend. He didn’t have to worry about it.

“I promise we’ll do something together tomorrow, alright?” It was silence for a while before you heard back,

“Yeah sure.” You pursed your lips, mentally cursing yourself. It wasn’t the first time that you had turned down your best of friend for Archie. Lately it had been happening more than before. It made you feel like the worst pal.

“See you.” With that, Jughead hung up. You understood how he felt. It wasn’t right that you weren’t spending as much time with him.

“Jughead, wasn’t it?” You looked up and saw Archie sprawled across the black beanbag in your bedroom. His hands were attached on the new acoustic guitar his dad had got him for his birthday. You nodded and played with the sleeves of you sweater. Your friend continued strumming the strings of his instrument.

“Hey- I wrote this song last week, and I wanted to know what you thought about it. I’ve been trying to talk to Josie about her playing some of my compositions, but she’s not that into it. You’re her friend, right? Maybe you could listen to it and try to talk to her?” He asked questioningly.

“Of course, go ahead.” His fingers moved to the tuners and accorded them as his other hand rested on the waist of the guitar. A few seconds later, a pleasant melody filled the room. Archie then started singing the lyrics he had written. The song wasn’t bad at all. In fact, it was quite catchy. The redhead friend of yours had talent. Before Archie could go on, you blurted out something you soon would regret.

“I’ll probably spend the day with him tomorrow.” The small tune that Archie had started suddenly came to an end. Archie hadn’t spoken to Jughead since this summer. The tree of you and Betty we’re supposed to go on a road trip the fourth of July but Archie left you hanging at the last minute. Since then, the boys stopped talking completely. When you mentioned one of  them to the other, you saw the irritation and annoyance in their expression.

“I thought you were coming to my game tomorrow. I’m playing in the varsity football team this year, remember?” You bet your lip and fiddled your hair with your fingers.

“I’m sorry Arch. I haven’t seen Jughead in a while now and I don’t want him to feel like I stopped being his friend. I’m making a vow that I’ll show up to your next game, how about that?”

“Why does it always have to be about him? Everything constantly has to be about Jughead.” Your were caught off guard by the sudden raise in his voice.

“That’s not it… I’m just trying to do what’s best here.”

“By ditching me at the last minute, that’s how your making things better? I didn’t think of you as an inconsiderate and selfish person.” He replied bitterly. In all the time of you guy’s friendship, you had never seen this side of Archie. Usually, he would be sweet and just shrug off any problem that faced his way. But the words he had just told you, they hurt your heart. Your eyes were starting to fill up with tears and your bottom lip started quivering.

“I’ve spent all my time with you for the last month. You. Not Jughead. Why are you treating me like this?”

“You know what? I don’t want to spend any more of my time with you right now.” With that, Archie got up and left you alone in your room. Without even noticing, a trail of tears had made its way down your cheeks. A sob escaped your mouth and your hands covered your face as you poured your heart out. You laid in your bed and continued crying.

It was all your fault. Archie now hated you and would probably never talk to you again. Why did you had to be so stupid? If only you had kept your mouth shut. Maybe he still would have been on that beanbag, singing.

Maybe half an hour later, you heard the wooden creek of your door meaning that someone was coming in. You didn’t even move, your pillow pressed against your face. The mattress shifted to the side from the sudden weight that it now had on it. You felt a piece of your hair being put behind your ear. You smiled at the sweet gesture and assumed it was your mother. You slowly got up and saw Jughead sitting beside you. Automatically, you vaulted in his arms tearing up once again.

“Sssh. It’s going to be okay.” He rubbed your back comfortingly. Your forehead was against his chest, his two upper limbs protectively holding you. Your eyes were probably red from all the crying but you couldn’t care less. You continued sobbing in his chest until you eventually felt calmer.

“Why- Why are you here?” You asked with a small voice. Jughead gently whipped your cheek with his thumb.

“Your mom saw Archie leave in a rush and realized that you two probably had a fight. She heard you crying and thought that you would be more willing to speak about it with me than her.” You grinned at the boy.

“I ruined your shirt.” You noticed, and felt guilty.

“Nothing to worry about (y/n/n). I never liked that jersey anyway.” You giggle with your best friend. You sniffed and observed Jughead who his face was only about a foot away from you. You had to admit that he was good looking. His prefect blue eyes were mesmerising and his pink lips appeared so kissable. Forever you considered the boy as nothing more than a platonic relationship to you. Never had you ever felt anything for him. But in that moment, something clicked. Jughead wasn’t only a friend to you, not even a best friend.  A stronger feeling overwhelmed your body. You felt love. You loved Jughead Jones. 

He was the one who your mother called when you were sad. He was the one who came rushing to your house as soon as your mother hung up. He was the one who was holding you and comforting you, whispering sweet nothing to you as you were crying. He was the one who was there for you.

“Jughead.” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“(y/n)?” You asked yourself in your mind if it was the right time to confess your feelings towards him. Your breathing started quickening as the anxiety rose in your core.

“I think I-” He watched you with intending eyes, indicating to continue your phrase.

“I think I love you.” Jughead eyeballed you, astonished at your revelation. He quietly answered, almost inaudible for you to hear.

“I think I love you too.” He leaned towards you and slowly pressed his lips to yours. Fireworks were going off in your stomach. The heaviness on your shoulders disappeared. In this moment, nothing else mattered in the world. Both of your lips moved in sync as you played with his raven locks. His arms pulled you closer to him, leaving no space between you two. Jughead backed away and kissed every each of your face, including your cheeks, temple and chin.

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered in your ear. You gave him a last long peck on the lips before saying,

“Do you want to lay down and cuddle with me?” He moved his head up and down calmly and took a blanket that was already on the bed to cover you. Cuddling was not something new for the both of you. You had always cuddled together, and whenever. His hand ran through your hair bringing a comforting and fuzzy feeling. His body pressed behind your back and his hot breath was tingling your neck. Before you even knew it, you and Jughead had fallen in a deep slumber, both dreaming about each other.

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ok so i went to the listening session earlier and now im gonna try to type out everything i remember from each song. dont expect this to be too coherent as im still extremely overwhelmed from it all. im putting this under a read more bc spoilers obviously but yeah here we go!!!!!

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kiyumiarashi  asked:

Tell us about the parrots and the zipline? That sounds like the worst thing to happen ever.

Oh boy ok brace yourself cause this entire debacle was just a mess. Imma tell the story of this entire day cause it was just absolute bs 

So I’m in Mexico with my family, yknow, having a nice vacation. My dad doesn’t do heat, so it was just my grandparents, my mom, and me. Keep in mind, I was like, 16 at the time, so this was a few years ago now. 

So, i fully admit, I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie. Always have been, always will be. So when they said we could go to a massive park that was 90% underground, and the rest was like 300ft in the air, i jumped at the opprotunity.

so we get there and I immediatly beeline for the ziplines. Now, you can’t just do one of these suckers. Once you do one, there’s no going back until you’ve conquered all 12 (or something like that, there was a lot.) It took the better part of two exhausting hours to get through them all. 

So before the parrot issue there was some other bs first. We brought my best friend with me that year, but because we were both too light, we had to go tandum for a lot of the lines, or else we wouldn’t make it across. We’d just get stuck in the middle of the line dangling like a pinata, and no body wants that.

so the first bs comes along. I’m singing the batman theme song to keep my friend calm, because she is not a fan of heights. Like, we are screaming NANANANANANANA BATMAAAAAN at the top of our lungs. And we look ahead and see this massive gap in the trees. Now, we’d gone over a couple cinotes already where we could see the people doing the under ground activities. We figued, hey, let’s laugh at the people doing the river swim that’ll make us feel better. SO we get up on it and my friend starts freak tf out. It wasn’t a cinote.

it was a snake pit.

A massive round, man made snake pit will with hundreds of writhing snakes. They were climbing the walls, even the trees that were like 3ft from our toes. So we’re freaking out like “I don’t wanna be indiana jones i’m too young!!” But we pass it with no problem. We keep going another few second or so, and we see another break in the trees. We’re bracing like cause we assume it was another snake pit. It wasn’t.

It was a crocodile pit.

cue freak out number two.

but we pass it and all is well. Then we come onto the landing strip. We were just starting out so this one was pretty low to the ground. And then i see a weird shape on the grass landing pad.

There was a crocodile on the lawn

we freaked OUT like you wouldn’t believe.

so we’re soaring at this thing and there’s no stopping. We’re waving at the guys who are supposed to catch us with a net like “yo guys u got a coc problem.” and they don’t seem bothered in the slightest. We pass over this thing and it doesn’t move, but i’m 99% sure i tried to kick it. Now we’re free we’re safe and we should be slowing down…why aren’t we slowing down.

we slam into the safety net full force and bounce back a couple feet. When we manage to unhook ourselves we find the two duded pissing themselves laughing.

it was a fake crocodile. i tried to kick a concrete lawn ornament.


onto the parrots.


for this next one my friend was freaking out, as we were over 300ft up. I wanted to go asap so i went attached to my mom instead. At this point, i am alrady 5′8″, and my mom is like 5′5″. so you have this massive beanpole of a child strapped to her tiny mother. So we take off and our combined weight has us absolutely flying down the line. It’s all idealyic and serene, and i’m enjoying my crocodile free cruise. I look down and through a break in the trees i spot the amphibian vehicles going in and out of the cave systems. All good. Right beside them is a pack of leopards sunning themselves on a rock, which is also directly below us. and im thinking “wow, this would a crappy time to fall” immediatly i hear

thunkthunkthunkthunkthunk

my legs hurt all of a sudden. I glance down and see blood dripping down my leg. Mom is screaming/laughing.

we hit a flock of parents mid flight

and they were pissed.

So im screaming and swatting at them, they’re screeching like little feathered demons and pecking t us, some were dangling off my shoe laces, shriekingly like hellions. I still have scars from those suckers. They eventually fly off starnig us down like “dont ever come to our terf again” 

we finished the ziplines without incident after that.

but my day isnt over yet.

we have a wonderful lunch, i get my legs cleaned up, and we make the trek to the amphibian vehicles i saw earlier. We hop in and we’re going through the motions. Up and down, into caves and out. Super cool. Loved it.Then we come to where i saw the leopards.

all the cars in front of us pass without incident.

the second we roll up the leopards perk up and start running after us

cue freakout number 4654783

now, my grandpa is driving and i’m sitting there, with nothing but a mesh door between me and a pack of leopards

“grandpa go faster, we gotta goooo” and he just looks at me all calm like

“i know why they’re here.”

“THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU KNOW WHY THEY’RE HERE GO FASTER”

He just calmly, oh so casually, pulls out a hot dog from lunch.I just kinda stare at him like GRANDPA

Obviously i do the smart thing

i grab that stupid hot dog at chuck at the nearest leopard

i hit it in the face

they all fall on each other trying to get a taste of that mustardy goodness and we take that moment to make our escape


and that was my” wth is going on in mexico extravaganza”

and that day didn’t even include the sting ray incident

The Color Of My World // A Stiles Stilinski AU

Prompt: Soulmate AU where for your entire life you’ve only ever seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. But, what would you do if you found out your soulmate was the one person your current boyfriend hates the most in this world?

Relationships: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Theo Raeken x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC/Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Intimate Dancing, Kissing, Swearing, and Future Smut (I gotta build it up first y’all but smut is coming)

Song: Flaslight by Jessie J (Cover by Leroy Sánchez)

Word Count: 3,157

A/N: Y’all this was a long time coming. This series is so incredibly important to me, it took me months on end to write. This is without a doubt my favorite story I have written so far and has become my baby. Special thanks to @sarcasticallystilinski for reading it over and supporting me! I really hope you guys love this as much as I do.

P.s. All of the songs will be in Stiles’ POV and, Oh My God, I highly recommend you listen to them after every part to know what’s going on in his mind throughout the story. 

Love, Soulmates and Colors are the three words I despise the most in this world. They ring in my ears like sharp nails scratching against a dry chalkboard and, yet, it seems to be all everyone ever talks about.

“When will I find my soulmate?”

“All I ever see is black and white, I hope one day I’ll meet her and see color.”

“Wait, what do you mean you’re only seeing blue?”

Everyone on this God forsaken planet can only see the dull shades of black and white. However, rumor has it, that that completely changes when you meet your soulmate - as if that bullshit actually exists. Apparently, the moment your skin touches theirs, your entire world becomes vibrant with color and life.

I don’t believe it for one second. Not because I’m bitter or anything, but because I’ve never actually met anyone who can see in color and, therefore, I don’t believe that possibility exists. What would a world full of color even look like? I’m so used to the reality of black and white that the idea of shades other than these two seem so foreign and impossible.

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That Awkward Moment When

John Laurens x Female Reader

Requested by @cupcakequeen1999 who was kind enough to compromise, this one goes out to you girl, you’re super rad

In which the reader and Laurens are roommates and very good friends. Jealousy and smut ensues.

Words: 4,573

Warnings: NSFW! SMUT SMUT SMUT and LOTS OF SWEARING (don’t read if this will make you uncomfortable)

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Good Girls Don’t

There are a lot of things good girls don’t. They don’t laugh too loud, they don’t dress too short, they don’t swear and they don’t put themselves out there. They wait, and they do it while sitting properly in their pristine white dresses, with their hands crossed over their laps and their back sitting up straight.

There’s a lot of things good girls don’t and getting their panties wet every time they see a guy is definitely one of them.

You rubbed your thighs together as your fingers pressed tightly to the table you were sitting on, trying to hold on to a reality that was slipping away as you looked at him. You imagined the taste of his skin, and how it must have felt against yours when he was lying on top of you, and you thought about the fire of his kiss, and how it probably tasted like peppermint and just a tiny hint of sin. You thought about heaven and having him lie next to you at night.

The fire that had settled in your lower tummy was going to consume you all at any moment, and you shifted in your seat, trying to release some of the pressure that had built between your legs. You were definitely wet.

But as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, imagining yourself on your knees while your eyes obediently locked in with his. You imagined your lips wrapping around the two fingers he was offering to you, and the light bob you would do to take them all the way in, while your tongue pressed to them to suck them lightly, looking at him as his eyes, usually green and sweet, turned dark, the burning lust covering them as he gazed down at you. You even imagined the light gag of your throat as he pushed his fingers all the way in, and the moan that bubbled up from your very core when he slid them out, the strings of spit that fell down making you blush as you looked down.

“Look at me, yeah?” He would say, with his voice a little raspier than usual as he kneeled in front of you. “C’mon, kitten, look at me.” He would repeat his command slowly, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as your eyes fluttered open to obey him. “Look at me while I fuck ya with my fingers, yeah? Use all that spit you left. Were you imagining my cock?” He would ask, his smirk growing bigger as you nodded, still unable to speak your own words, as your heart was knotting on your throat and beating rapidly at the sight of him. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

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‘  if i’m ever murdered i hope they make the chalk outline of my body hot  ’
‘  i hope you end up ok  ’
‘  i’m crying my best  ’
‘  how fucked up would it be if an astronaut was coming back to earth and everybody hid for a bit  ’
‘  some kid just skateboarded down my street crying  ’
‘  do you ever get in an “i don’t know” phase in your life. where you literally don’t have a solid answer to anything. you. just. don’t. know.  ’
‘  i guess at this point i should just consider dating myself  ’
‘  which of the three pillars of modern music is your favourite: burnin’ up by the jonas brothers, beautiful soul by jesse mccartney, or lucky by britney spears?  ’
‘  you know my name… and also my story cause i overshare 24/7 tbh  ’
‘  @ all of u that hate mint ice cream: what happened  ’
‘  there is no doubt in my mind i’m really that bitch  ’
‘  after you hit 21, you start forgetting your age cause ain’t nothing else to look forward to, besides sweet death  ’
‘  why am i not currently in the italian countryside with a fruit plate wearing a light linen dress? unacceptable  ’
‘  hands are weird because one of them can do absolutely everything without a problem and the other one can’t even hold a spoon  ’
‘  remember to drink a fucking shit ton of water every miserable day of ur life  ’
‘  what the fuck is a good day  ’
‘  sleeping pattern: ??¿?¿??¿¿¿?¿  ’
‘  is he………you know…….*makes football throwing motion*….straight?  ’
‘  does anyone else have a resting bitch face™, but kinda enjoys looking intimidating  ’
‘  i’m not like most girls [rips off sunglasses]… i like most girls  ’
‘  time flies when u take a 2hr depression nap in the middle of the day  ’
‘  roses are red, i’m going to bed  ’
‘  u know when ur hairs greasy and it makes u feel so so so bad about urself. and ur entire life. everything is awful bc my hair is greasy  ’
‘  i’m just so glad the word “ugh” was invented  ’
‘  just another day of loving with all my heart and believing in the universe  ’
‘  you know when dogs sit outside with their face turned towards the sun and their eyes closed and they look so relaxed and when you pet them they’re warm that’s how I want to feel always  ’
‘  come into bed and listen to the rain with me  ’
‘  i hope all my girls out here r safe n being loved  ’
‘  people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel,   ’
‘  i want to have angel wings and be kinder, braver and more tender  ’
‘  concept: a really nice italian restaurant but it’s spelled “spagooter” on the menu and the waiters won’t take your order unless you pronounce it like that  ’
‘  i want kids but i’m scared they’ll blame me if they’re ugly  ’
‘  does anyone have any tips for not thinking about it  ’
‘  “what’s a queen without her king?” well, historically, better  ’
‘  i want something that doesn’t taste like alcohol but has a lot of alcohol in it  ’
‘  i’m alive out of spite  ’
‘  the beatles wouldn’t even fucking exist if big time rush hadn’t paved the path for them so shut the fuck up  ’
‘  a bad person? who, me? that would be correct,  ’
‘  you hate me? wow u think ur hot shit and original huh well i hated me first so u can go grab a number and wait ur turn  ’
‘  my heart does a little “!” when I see you  ’
‘  i just want to say from the bottom of my heart i didn’t sign up for this shit  ’
‘  i deadass lost interest in everything. im just cruising on autopilot rn  ’
‘  still got love for some people i know i’ll never talk to again.  ’
‘  my mitochondria clearly aren’t working because this bitch has NO FUCKING ENERGY  ’
‘  y’all i get attached to people so quickly wth  ’
‘  i wonder how many strangers hate me bc of how someone else described me to them  ’
‘  for the 80th year in a row, the song of the summer is Everytime We Touch by Cascada  ’
‘  it’s weird to think that people who are 5 ft are only 5 subways long ’
‘  in alcohol’s defense i’ve done some pretty dumb shit while completely sober too  ’
‘  man this has been the worst life of my life  ’
‘  having “feelings” is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch  ’
‘  I Have To Be Dramatic. I Have To  ’
‘  forgive and forget?? haha no resent and remember  ’
‘  “you’re obsessed with yourself” and you’re not??? sad. tragic  ’
‘  are people becoming more annoying or am i becoming more angry  ’
‘  do my dark under eye circles and unwashed hair turn you on  ’
‘  KIDS REACT TO existentialism and the inevitability of death  ’
‘  remember to do your best to be positive with a clear mind and believe in aliens because those motherfuckers are real  ’
‘  personality: I DON’T GIVE A FUCK  ’
‘  my gender is “pretty boy”  ’
‘  what others call a rebellious phase i call the sudden realization i don’t deserve to be treated like garbage  ’
‘  what is a sex drive? where is the sex going? does it even have a license?  ’
‘  i don’t want to look “pretty” i want to look otherworldly and vaguely threatening  ’
‘  i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual  ’
‘  do re me fa so done with you  ’
‘  ctrl alt delete feelings cause i can’t do this shit no more  ’
‘  i may seem like an asshole, but deep down i’m a good person and even deeper down i’m a bigger asshole  ’
‘  should i go back to school tomorrow or should i fling myself into the ocean  ’
‘  am i too judgemental or is everyone annoying: an autobiography by me  ’
‘  are we gonna fuckn hold hands tonight or what bitch  ’
‘  i love drunk me but i don’t trust her  ’
‘  has anyones crush ever actually worked out for them or is that a myth?  ’
‘  i say “fight me” a lot for a girl who is 5′3″ and has a hard time opening some doors because they’re too heavy  ’
‘  if i had a dollar for every time someone called me ugly i’d have 0 dollars bitch u thought lmao  ’
‘  my last words will probably be sarcastic  ’
‘  i used to be a straight a student. now i’m not even straight  ’
‘  ever wonder how different your life would be if that one thing never happened  ’
‘  single and ready to find aliens  ’
‘  it’s very important that i am both cute and powerful  ’
‘  i want to make friends but at the same time no  ’
‘  there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me, it’s called the throne  ’
‘  hi i’m here to ruin everything  ’
‘  i’m glad dogs can’t read the ‘no dogs allowed’ signs so they don’t feel sad and feel left out  ’
‘  we’re all better and gayer people than we used to be  ’
‘  every time i speak i am reminded why i should not  ’
‘  every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough  ’
‘  i don’t know what i’m feeling but there is a lot of it  ’
‘  the rumors are true: i’m soft and i just want to be loved  ’
‘  i’m like a hexagon: all my hecks r gone  ’
‘  we all know that one person you get sexually frustrated just looking at  ’
‘  i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on  ’
‘  my kink: not having to set an alarm for the next morning  ’
‘  on the bright side, at least i am not addicted to cocaine  ’
‘  they called me stupid?? well joke’s on them i don’t even know what that means  ’
‘  i might get a lot of shit for saying this but i think it’s fun to enjoy things  ’
‘  i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know  ’
‘  assert your dominance by calling your friends by their student id number  ’
‘  there she goes again, being over dramatic and by she, i mean me  ’
‘  if u don’t know how to respond to something just say ‘how dare you’  ’
‘  um that’s u’re* not ur  ’
‘  i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on  ’
‘  so sick of looking at my purse and not seeing $20,000  ’
‘  literally want to be rich for the clothes  ’
‘  me??? upset???? yes constantly  ’
‘  a good gender neutral term to use is ‘fool’  ’
‘  today’s schedule: suffer  ’
‘  my middle name is actually $$  ’
‘  don’t u hate it when u wake up and ur awake  ’
‘  i want someone who will light a fire in me  ’
‘  i want someone who will light me on fire  ’
‘  i’m too cute for 90% of the shit i go thru  ’
‘  who needs therapy when you can Realize™ things about yourself alone at 1 am  ’
‘  why is there so much blood in my alcohol system  ’
‘  no offense but i am a blessing to this earth  ’
‘  haha oops i care about you  ’
‘  they call me calcium because i give everyone strong bones  ’
‘  do you have that one person that you can’t look at when you’re trying to be mad at them because they’re so cute??  ’
‘  hi i’m here to ruin everything  ’
‘  one day i’m gonna say ‘fight me!’ and someone’s just gonna fuckin deck me  ’
‘  me? a jealous hoe? absolutely  ’
‘  it’s raining but it’s not men so what’s the point  ’
‘  i think i may be gayer than i originally planned  ’
‘  i can’t hang out tomorrow i’m too busy doing nothing alone sorry  ’
‘  me? overreacting? shit probably  ’
‘  i would like to publicly announce that i have no idea what i’m doing  ’
‘  is there a scholarship for trying  ’
‘  me?? using sarcasm as a defense mechanism??????? what?????  ’
‘  i don’t know what i’m feeling but there is a lot of it  ’
‘  i require a lot of attention or you get a lot of attitude  ’
‘  “what the fuck” is an emotion now and it’s the only one i have  ’
‘  you’re important to me, you piece of shit  ’

Beautiful ‘Red’ Album Things:
  • The guitar slide right before the chorus of State of Grace where the sound amps up and how it all resembles the described relationship which starts out beautiful and then suddenly falls apart and explodes in heartbreak
  • The background vocals singing “uh oh” in State of Grace to symbolize how the seemingly beautiful relationship is heading for compete disaster
  • Taylor repeating the second verse of State of Grace as a background vocal right before the song ends 
  • Ending the first song with “love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right” as a warning of things to come
  • How the mini guitar solo in “Red” almost sounds like someone in hysterics
  • The gradual build up of instrumentals and vocals throughout Treacherous that works off the metaphor of the relationship being a dangerous slope/path to travel, as if the further in the song she gets, the steeper the path becomes and more she has to exert to keep going
  • The build up of the beat right before the bass drops in IKYWT just like how the relationship suddenly exploded
  • How the beat and instrumentals stop in IKYWT when she screames “Hey!” right before the chorus like a sudden realization that she’s all alone or it’s all her fault
  • How the pre-choruses and choruses in IKYWT get more beat and vocals as the song goes on and as she becomes more helpless and angry
  • All Too Well
  • “Maple Lattes”
  • How the “hey!” and “it feels like one of those nights” in 22 have a lot of vocal layers to give the feeling of a big group of friends yelling
  • “Who’s Taylor Swift anyway? Ew!”
  • How no other vocals but Taylor’s are present in I Almost Do, which is also shown in the song credits in the album booklet
  • The background vocal at the end of chorus of I Almost Do sounding like a ghost or a fading voice, which echoes how she is haunted by the relationship but can’t quite get herself to go back to it
  • The entire fact that WANEGBT is a pop song because the person it’s about looked down upon pop music 
  • “With some indie record that’s much cooler than mine”
  • The sound of a record being suddenly stopped on a record player at the end of the bridge and how that relates to the last bullet point
  • “That’s so fun” at the end of Stay Stay Stay
  • How Taylor puts extra syllables in the rhythm at “now you carry my groceries and I”m always laughing” in Stay Stay Stay which resembles how the relationship goes beyond her expectations
  • How she put The Last Time right after Stay Stay Stay 
  • The two point of views in The Last Time
  • The difference in urgency and volume and emotion between Gary Lightbody’s and Taylor’s voices to signify the dynamics of the relationship and break up
  • How Taylor’s voice lasts a little bit longer than Gary’s at the end of The Last Time to show how she was holding on longer
  • How the Last Time builds up and then suddenly drops everything but their vocals and one chord on a piano to convey the loss
  • How the background vocals of Holy Ground sound like they’re saying “hooray” even though Taylor has said they’re just ‘sounds of joy’
  • The urgency of Holy Ground like a memory that comes out of nowhere and fills you with a burst of happiness
  • How the main guitar line throughout Sad Beautiful Tragic carries the same rhythm as a train on a track and then “I stood right by the tracks and “this train runs off it’s track” and the secret message ”while you were on a train”
  • How, following that, the secondary guitar line pops in and out whenever she sings important lines like the memories coming back to her
  • The Lucky One/how it’s track 13/”wouldn’t you like to know”/ “hell”
  • The fact that The Lucky One was recorded in LA and Taylor never toured to Madison Square with Red or 1989 and then admitted to making us believe TS5 was going to be about roses with pics of her rose garden, like that’s some next level shit
  • “Good to go?”/Ed Sheeran
  • How Everything Has Changed sounds like an Ed Sheeran song with Taylor Swift lyrics
  • How the bridge of Everything Has Changed drops everything but Ed’s guitar and Taylor’s voice to give the feeling of intimacy but then explodes with full instrumentals and more vocals like a sudden burst of joy when the love interest shows up
  • The change to 1940′s vocabulary in Starlight to tell the story from Ethel’s point of view
  • The guitar at the beginning of Starlight sounding like stars glistening and then that being echoed in the background by the piano in the chorus
  • The calmness and softness of Begin Again after the wild ride you just went through
  • REFERENCING THE MAN/MUSICAL LEGEND/NOW FRIEND SHE WAS NAMED AFTER IN BEGIN AGAIN WHO SHE THEN BEATS FOR A GRAMMY 4 YEARS LATER
  • “But I do” 
  • “I wear heels now”
  • How the album takes you through the entire deconstruction of a relationship but brings it full circle with a new love interest at the end and an echoing of hope and begins with an explosive pop rock song about wild love and ends with a gentle country song about easy, childlike love
  • The deconstruction of the idea of “fate” throughout the ‘story’ of the album and how it leaves you with the message that true love happens but it’s up to you to make it work and to play love “good and right” and that love should be easy and built on a solid foundation
  • Every lyric on this album
  • The Grammys fucked up
Exposure // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Three [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One Part Two

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Sinning, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

Word Count: 8,233 (I got slightly carried away)

Song: Dance For You by Beyonce

A/N: I love Nia so much in this she reminds me of season one Stiles and aaah it just makes me smile brightly. Also, I really hope you guys like the surprise ending as much as I do.

“He’s at your house?!” Nia freaked out at me, slamming my locker door shut in the girl’s locker room. “The same guy from the club?!" 

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episode two - the secret of spoons. ( contains violence and nsfw themes )

  • ❝ can you hear me ?
  • ❝ you want help ? fine. ❞
  • ❝ let me tell you a story. once upon a time, a man got fucked. now, how is that for a story
  • ❝ let me paint a picture of what’s waiting for you on the shore. ❞
  • ❝ and all for what ?
  • ❝ and i ain’t even started yet. ❞
  • ❝ this guy gets it. ❞
  • ❝ angry is good. angry gets shit done. ❞
  • ❝ you’re already dead, asshole. at least die a sacrifice for something worthwhile. ❞
  • ❝ let. the motherfucker. burn ! let it all burn. ❞
  • ❝ were you shot at ?
  • ❝ well it depends on who you ask. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t know what the fuck you speak of. ❞
  • ❝ how was the funeral ?
  • ❝ you wanna come in and talk about it ?
  • ❝ mmm-mmm-mmm. what a little asshole. ❞
  • ❝ oh, you know him ?
  • ❝ they don’t have a fucking clue. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t give a fuck if they don’t have a fucking clue, i want one ! give me a fucking clue !
  • ❝ good. compact amended. ❞
  • ❝ your first bed as a free man. enjoy it. ❞
  • ❝ an assault on you is an insult to me. don’t think because i didn’t lose my temper i am not angry, or am lacking a plan. ❞
  • ❝ i didn’t mean to wake you. ❞
  • ❝ they told me you died. ❞
  • ❝ you were just having a bad dream. ❞
  • ❝ you going to miss it ?
  • ❝ too many people tell each other not to repress their emotions, to release their feelings, to let the pain go. there’s a lot to be said for bottling up emotions. ❞
  • ❝ what i say has got to be said, so i want you to consider my words very carefully. ❞
  • ❝ say it. ❞
  • ❝ you are only obligated to feel bad about that for so long. ❞
  • ❝ let there be beauty where there can be. ❞
  • ❝ plan is, we will be meeting with a number of people preeminent in their respective fields, and then we will rendezvous in one of the most important places in the country. ❞
  • ❝ i don’t like dropping in on friends empty handed. ❞
  • ❝ you can’t look out for yourself, how the hell are you gonna look out for me ?
  • ❝ not so fast. we need to talk, [] . ❞
  • ❝ funny how things supposed to make you look good only make it worse. ❞
  • ❝ the fuck is this ?
  • ❝ i’m all sorts, [] .❞
  • ❝ i’m the one they sacrifice to. then till now. ❞
  • ❝ time and attention. better than lamb’s blood. ❞
  • ❝ i hate that. i hate that they were hurting you, [] . i would never do that to you. ❞
  • ❝ i want you in my camp with us. ❞
  • ❝ look at it like this: we’re the coming thing. we are already here. ❞
  • ❝ i was impressed with how you dealt with him/her/them. ❞
  • ❝ who’d have thought you had it in you ?
  • ❝ he/she/they were underestimating you. they all are. not a mistake i’ll make. ❞
  • ❝ i can give you so much more. you name it, honey. what do you need ?
  • ❝ don’t fight gravity, [ ] . i’ve been at this a while. ❞
  • ❝ i’m trying to help you. ❞
  • ❝ keep your neck out of the belt. ❞
  • ❝ that went as well as can be expected. ❞
  • ❝ i think i’m losing my mind. ❞
  • ❝ oh, like the rest of your life is sane. ❞
  • ❝ at times, the universe does seem to have singled you out for unique abuse. in these moments you have to ask yourself, would i rather be ignored ?
  • ❝ always better dead than forgotten, and no one is ever going to forget you. ❞
  • ❝ it’s a sudden onset of strange. fair cause for consternation, unless strange is a new language and what we’re doing here is vocabulary building. ❞
  • ❝ you may have to consider that you didn’t see what you saw, or you did. the world is either crazy or you are. they’re both solid options. take your pick. ❞
  • ❝ when you decide, come and tell me. but don’t rush into it. take your time. difficult decision. ❞
  • ❝ there are bigger sacrifices one might be asked to make than going a little mad. ❞
  • ❝ you wanna know the secret of my success ? the secret is charm. ❞
  • ❝ i only come when matters are vital, as they are now. ❞
  • ❝ god, you are gorgeous. you have not aged. ❞
  • ❝ the truth is not what people want to hear. ❞
  • ❝ prettiest woman, prettiest lies. ❞
  • ❝ black as night, sweet as sin. you take coffee, then i read your future. ❞
  • ❝ he does not know our world. ❞
  • ❝ i’m easing him in. ❞
  • ❝ you are the worst man i have ever seen. ❞
  • ❝ nice to see you, old friend. i brought a gift. ❞
  • ❝ i come here only to share bread and information. what you do with the latter is entirely up to you. ❞
  • ❝ i’d be happy to help. ❞
  • ❝ oh, he is nobody’s husband, and i am nobody’s wife. ❞
  • ❝ family is who you survive with when you need to survive, even if you do not like them. ❞
  • ❝ i am not a good cook. when i was younger there were servants to make meals. here there are no servants; there’s only us. ❞
  • ❝ learning is beneath me. ❞
  • ❝ i thought you were supposed to read tea leaves ?
  • ❝ that bad, huh ? any good news ?
  • ❝ you brought that madness into my life once. never again. ❞
  • ❝ you know me. you know what these hands have done. ❞
  • ❝ you don’t want me, you want [] , and he’s/she’s/they’re not here. ❞
  • ❝ it will be glorious, win or lose. ❞
  • ❝ i am tired of glorious. ❞
  • ❝ everyone thought he/she/they must be the good one. so i became me. ❞
  • ❝ time passes. now i am gray. ❞
  • ❝ i think in the old country i am forgotten, and here, i am like a bad memory. ❞
  • ❝ i know the killing. ❞
  • ❝ to give a good death is art. ❞
  • ❝ every man’s an equal. ❞
  • ❝ is good ?
  • ❝ first blood is mine. so you’ve lost. game is done. ❞
  • ❝ i just started. ❞
  • ❝ ten thousand deaths made right here. ❞
  • ❝ it’s your move. ❞
  • ❝ he’ll take that shot. no joke, no boast, no half-measures. how good are you ?
  • ❝ it’s your decision. ❞
  • ❝ when my voice breaks on this song, remember old love gone. ❞
Damian is wandering around alone in the Manor at night...

A lone, high pitched, disembodied voice quietly goes “Caaaaaaaannnn…..”

“Who the fuck….” Damian pulls out two Batarangs and backs against the wall, narrowing the intruder’s options.

The voice speaks again, now joined by a chorus. “Anybodyyyyyyyyyyyy…… Find meeeee……”

Damian calls out in to the dim light. “Grayson I swear, if that’s you, you’re in for a world of pain.”

The voice, again responds in song. “Somebody toooooooooo……..”

The voice goes very low “looooooooovvvveee……”

Soft piano notes begin as Jason comes bounding round the corner, helmet and jacket and guns and all, and hoists Damian over his shoulder. He yells the lyrics at the top of his voice, surprisingly in tune.

“EACH MORNING I GET UP I DIE A LITTLE. CAN BARELY STAND ON MY FEET”

From around the corner emerge Dick and Tim, with Dick leading and Tim providing backup.

Tim: “(Take a look at yourself)”
Dick: “Take a looooook”
Tim and Dick: “iiinnn the mirror”
Dick: “And cry Lord, what you’re doing to meeeee?”

Harper puts her head through the open ceiling vent, the biggest grin on her face. How did she get up there? Not sure.

“I have spent all my years in believing you. But I just can’t get no relief, LOOOOORRRDDD!!!!”

Damian looks on in horror at this sudden unwanted musical outbreak.

The vocals cycle back round to Jason now with Tim.

Jason: “Somebody”
Tim: “(Somebody)
Jason: “OOOOOH somebody.”
Tim: “(Somebody)
Tim and Jason: "Can anybody find meeee….”
Jason: “Somebody to looooooove?”

Harper drops down from the ceiling vent, revealing a purple pyjama clad Stephanie and Cassandra in a tank top and shorts in tow.

Harper: “I work hard”
Steph: “(She works hard)”
Harper: “Eeevery day of my life. I work ‘til I ache my booooones. At the end”
Steph: “(At the end of the day)”
Harper: “I take home my hard-earned pay AAAAALLLL on my owwwnnn.”

Cassandra falls to her knees in front of Damian. Instinctively, he tries to kick her away but she blocks.

Cass: “I get down”
Harper: “(Down)”
Cass: “On my knees”
Steph: “(Knees)”
Cass: “And I start to pray”
Harper and Steph: “(Praise the Lord)”
Cass: “'Til the tears run down from MY EYESS LORD.”

Dick: “Somebody, somebody”
Cass: “OOOH SOMEBODY”
Everyone else, including Damian but he just wants Jason to put him down: “(Please)”
Dick: “Can anybody find meeeee”

Duke and Barbara have come round the corner. Duke doesn’t seem to be a part of this, he just wants a midnight snack and happens to like the song.

Duke: “SOMEBODY TO LOOOOOOVE?”

Barbara, however, is most certainly a part of this.

Steph: “(She works hard)”
Barbara: EVERYDAY
Steph: “(Everyday)”
Barbara: “I try, and I TRY, AND I TRYYYYYYY.”
Steph: “But EEEEEEEEVERYBODY wants to put me down, they say I’m goin’ crazyyy. They say I got a lot of water in my braaaiiin. I got no common sense, I got nobody left to believe innn!!!”
Everybody else, plus Duke who has got his snack: “Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!”

Everyone moves for Jason who performs an epic air guitar solo. Damian, at this point has tried many times to escape but anyone not singing is on Damian duty. He will hear this mocking song damn it.

Everyone: “Ooooooohh, Lord!!”
Jason: “OOOOOHHH SOMEBOOOODY”
Harper: “SOMEBODY”
Barbara: “Can anybody find meeeee…”

Barbara takes a deep breath.

Barbara: “SOOOOOOOOOOMEBODY TO LOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEE????!!!!”
Tim and Dick: “(Can anybody find me someone to love)”

Tim: “Got no feeeeel, I got no rhythm. I just keep losing my beat.”
Harper, Cass and Steph: “(You just keep losing and losing)”
Tim: “I’m OK, I’m alright”
Harper, Cass and Steph: “(He’s alright, he’s alright)”
Tim: “I ain’t gonna FAAACE no defeat”

Jason: “I just gotta get out of this prison cell. One day”
Dick: “(Someday)”
Jason: “I’m gonna be free, LOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRDDD”

The family all join hands in a circle around Damian and sing in unison as they take a step closer with each line, slowly building volume.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step. They have now dropped their hands and started clapping, quickly and quietly.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to lo-woah-woah-oovve.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

“Find. Me. Somebody to love.”

Step.

As the family begins to harmonise they all hold Damian and slowly lift him up into the moonlight, Lion King style.

The Batboys: “Somebody”
The Batgirls: “Somebody”
The Batboys: “Somebody”
The Batgirls: “Somebody”
The Batboys: “Somebody”
The Batgirls: “Find me somebody”
All: “Find me somebody to love.”

“Can anybody find meeeeeeeee…..”

Jason takes his voice to an incredibly high pitch.

“Somebody toooooooooooooooooo……….”

He brings it lower again.

“LOOOOOOOOooooooooovvvveeee?”

All: “(Find me somebody toooooo love. Find me somebody toooooo love.)

They repeat as Jason brings the song to a close.

Jason: "ooooooooOOOOOOHHHH. Fiiiiiiind me somebody somebody somebody somebody somebody.
All: ”(Toooooo love)“
Jason: "Find me find me find me find me find me OOOOOOOOOOHH somebody to LOOOOOOOOVE.”

Damian sits on the floor dejected and insanely pissed off, his eyes glowering with hatred for Jason Todd. Then the girl.

That girl.

Harper Row does something that shifts all of Damian’s anger to her.

[Stomp stomp clap.]

[Stomp stomp clap.]

[Stomp stomp clap.]

[Stomp stomp clap.]

*I’ve had one person ask already, for the sake of future questions, Bruce is upstairs unable to get off the floor because he’s laughing too hard. Alfred is in the kitchen making tea for all of them. They’re fighters, not singers, their throats are not used to doing big musical numbers.*
The Doctor’s & Clara’s romance

I’ve made a little compilation of all the notable Whouffle and Whouffaldi moments over the seasons, along with my thoughts and theories:

Their relationship was set up as romance right from the very beginning with these words, because it becomes obvious right away that Clara might be romantically interested in the Doctor by hinting at future snogging. I don’t believe that she immediately jumped him, but she let him know from the beginning that she wasn’t uninterested. 

Let’s jump to “The Crimson Horror” where Eleven and Clara pose as husband and wife and they both convinced Mrs Gilliflower, a woman who is anything but stupid. In fact, they both seem to enjoy it, too.

I always like to believe that the end of “Nightmare in Silver” is the moment Eleven realizes that he fancies Clara because he notices her on a physical level. Besides, the conversation Mr Clever had with Clara in which “the Doctor” confesses his love to Clara is probably based on the Doctor’s own thoughts to which Mr Clever had access at that moment, but Clara saw through it and knew that the Doctor would never admit it.

When Clara suggests that she needs a boyfriend for Christmas dinner Eleven was excited. He actually believed that she was serious for a moment and he was more than happy to be her boyfriend, yet at the same time he was a bit worried that he might disappoint Clara. It was Eleven who was disappointed when he realized that Clara wasn’t actually serious.

Unfortunately they never really got to explore that part of their relationship because he got stranded on Trenzalore and later regenerated.

Matt Smith has confirmed that Clara was sort of his girlfriend while Jenna said in an interview or during a panel that Clara realized she was in love with him during the regeneration.


The rest is under a cut because it’s long:

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Hips - part 1 (A Jongin Two-Shot)

This wasn’t quite what you had envisioned for your life. The laundry basket was heavy and balanced just on your hip and you gripped the tiny hand of your 6 year old daughter tightly with your other hand. You had only been living here for a week and a half, and the one thing you hadn’t quite taken into account was managing the four flights of stairs with a clean load of laundry fresh from the first floor dryers.

The place was cheap enough for you to afford the two bedroom unit in a safe part of town and still be able to afford certain things like food and electricity on your income. Nari’s dance lessons came out of the support you received from your ex. You swore to yourself that no matter how tough things got, you would let her stay in the class she loved so much.

“Nari, stop jumping up the stairs, just walk normally.” You could feel your palm getting sweaty and you wanted to switch sides, but the girl was selective in her hearing. If you didn’t use your ‘mom voice’, she usually just did what she wanted.

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