i mean it's horrible that his daughter is sick and all

Don't Leave Me (Arranged Marriage AU Jungkook)

Originally posted by jengkook

Type: Angst (sorta)Fluff

Request: Hi I was wondering if you could do an arranged marriage scenario with jungkook from bts, where he doesn’t love reader at first but she’s always there for him and he’s always with other girls until she tries to leave and he realizes that he loves her. Sorry if that doesn’t make sense to you or if your not taking requests then never mind, ps love your writing.

You sighed as you pulled up to the club. “There’s my wife!” you hear as you turn to see Jeongguk, sadly your husband as he had his arm wrapped around a girl. “Thanks for picking us up” he coos as he moves to wrap his arms around you. You stepped away watching him nearly fall before standing straight “come on” he said grabbing the girl’s are before you stopped him “no only you” you tell him as he nodded. “Alright bye bye” he waved as he stumbled to the car.

“You’re so nice for driving out for me” Jeongguk stated as he sat in the back of the car. “Well the 23 calls times it hard to ignore your drunk ass” you tell him as he laughs lightly. “You know I don’t like being married” he continues as you sigh. “I know neither do I” you say. “I wish we could divorce life would be easier. I could have my life back” he says as you scoff “tell me about it” you shot back as you looked through the rearview to see him already passed out. Pulling into the driveway and into the garage and you simply got out of the car leaving him back there.


You smiled at your computer as you read an email from ‘J-Hope’ he was one of Jeongguk’s good buddies who felt bad for you being with someone who didn’t love you. The two of weren’t secretly dating or anything but wanted to help you out with getting away for a bit. The door to the garage opened as Jeongguk came in rubbing his neck. You didn’t even glance up from your computer and sipped your coffee. “Why was I in the back of the car?” he asked as he glared at you. “I couldn’t lift you out” you state as you sent an email back to Hoseok befor you put your laptop on sleep. “I have a horrible cramp-” “yeah yeah bitch to one of your sluts” you tell him as you head to your room to get ready for the day.

Your laptop made sound and Jeongguk felt curious as to who was emailing you at 7 in the morning. Glancing back down the hall he rushed to the computer as moved his finger against the mouse pad watching it light back up. He saw his friend’s email address clear there. ‘I’ll get you when Kook leaves this evening for the new club he heard about. He wouldn’t shut up about it. Make sure you’re packed and I’ll take you to the airport’ it read as he seemed shocked. “What?” he asked himself as he went to your browser and to your history as he saw that you had looked up a few different things ‘divorce lawyers(many) and great places to get away to’ he heard the door open as he closed the browser and put the computer on sleep before he got up and moved away.


You looked at your phone and saw that it was 9 PM already. You glanced over and saw that Jeongguk hadn’t budged from his spot on the couch. “Aren’t you leaving?” you asked as he made a sound. “Don’t feel like it” he spoke. “You not feeling up to party? You must be sick” you state as he looks up at you “maybe” he spoke as he watched your fingers type something on your phone. “Who are you talking to?” “None of your business so don’t bother” you say as you stood up leaving the living room as he sighs.

He didn’t know why he was feeling the need to have you stay but he did. Jeongguk had been craving his complete bachelor lifestyle back but at the same time he didn’t want to be alone. You came back our of your room with clear annoyance on your face before sitting back down “you know we’re having brunch with our mothers tomorrow-” “sadly” you mumble “do you want to invite them over?” he asked “no” you tell him “they would want a tour and see we sleep in different rooms. You have a pile of clothing that my parents know I wouldn’t step foot anywhere in front of your bedroom. Oh the personal favorite the collection of whore jewelry you’ve tried to pass off to me because we both know your mom would snoop through my jewelry box” you say as he sighs. “I don’t need people knowing about what I’ve been married to for the past two years" you tell him. “Yeah why did you wait two years to do something about it?” he growls annoyed.

“What?” you asked as he began panicking “how do you know about that?” you ask as he looks away “you privacy invading prick” “yeah? So what? You wouldn’t be sitting her right now if I didn’t” he almost yells. “You have no right to make me stay here. I tried to make this work for so long Jeongguk but its getting unbearable. I don’t like picking you up with your drunken one night stands. I don’t like hearing about what you did last night with her. I don’t like having to smile when I want to hide away and cry because my no good husband flirts with women right in front of me” you yelled by the end after having a normal tone but anger built itself up. “I’m done being with you” you tell him as he stood there quietly.


Jeongguk sat on the couch for who knows how long processing everything as you had angerily went to your room. He closed his eyes thinking about all the things he’s made you do for him. Before he rolled over and closed his eyes passing out on the couch.

He woke up to the harsh feeling of a hand smacking down on him before he rolled over to see you dressed up scrolling through your phone “get a shower. We have to get in 40” you state before walking away. He sighed as he got up and rushed to get ready. He looked himself over in the mirror before sighing. “I can become the perfect husband” he told himself as he left the bathroom.


Brunch went by smoothly as Jeongguk didn’t take it upon himself to flirt with the overly attractive waitress even though you could tell he was tempted. “So have you two started planning more for the future?” your mother asked as you looked up from your plate with a full mouth, you covered your mouth as you chewed before you spoke. “What do you mean?” you asked “oh come on don’t be silly about it. Have you two thought about children?” his mouth spoke as Jeonggul froze completely. “He probably has like 50 already” you mble “what was that dear?” his mouth peaked when she heard your soft talk. “Nothing nothing just speaking to myself” you said awkwardly.

“We’ve hit a large snag in the relationship” Jeongguk spoke as he was looked at by all of you as he took a sip from his drink. “What’s that dear?” his mother asked. Jeongguk looked at you as he spoke “we aren’t happy together” he told them honestly. “Not happy?” your mother asked as you looked away. “We haven’t been happy” he continues as you pushed your plate away getting up.

“I haven’t been a good man to your daughter Mrs. Y/N and I regret it more than anything because she wants to leave me now” he spoke as he took a deep breath. “I didn’t think losing her would affect me so much” he continues. “You’re an idiot” his mother spoke as he looked up. “I know” he spoke as he used his fork to play with his food.


The car ride was pretty much silent as you looked out the window the whole time. “You can leave” he said filling the silence. “I can’t make you stay and I should force you to stay in an unhappy situation” he continues as he pulls onto your street. “I’m sorry though. I am horrible man-” “please just stop” you say as he grips the steering wheel tightly but kept his mouth shut.

As soon as the car was in park he watched you get out. He just sat there and sighed resting his head onto the window. By the time he got in all the lights in the house nothing was on so he figured you had gone off to rest or something. He walked slowly to his room he heard nothing overly loud as he walked passed your door. Once he got to his room he threw himself down onto the bed staring off. Before he sat up again.


Once you woke up from a nap you could see that your door was opened, confused you sat up and looked around. Your missing jewelry box caught your eye as you got up. You headed out to the hall seeing that there was garbage bags there as Jeongguk stepped out of his room carrying another “what are you doing?” you asked as you could see into the bag of things that were in it. The clothing of his many one nighters that were left, he looked at you. “Cleaning” he spoke as he picked up your jewelry box and opening it “none of this is yours right?” he asked as you raised a brow. “Good” he said as he dumped the contents into the bag before handing the box back.

“What are you doing?” you asked again as he tied the bag. “What I should have done along time ago. Change my ways” he spoke picking up the bags and heading out of the home leaving you confused as to his sudden but much needed change.

JokesOnJess’ Masterlist

Last updated: 30th September 2017

G’Day, guys! Welcome to JokesOnJess’ Masterlist! (hey, it’s me!). Looking through my posts, everything seemed a little chaotic and everywhere, so I’ve just complied all of my writings here, which will be updated with every story post I make. 

If you have an idea you would like me to write, please shoot me an ask here. It can be anything Marvel or Sebastian Stan related. This list can only get bigger, as is the initial plan. So, please, don’t be shy and challenge me with as many ideas as you wish.

Below the mark is the full Masterlist, so enjoy!

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She Can't Be You (Teen Dad AU WinWin)

Originally posted by nctinfo

Type: Angst Fluff

Request: Can you please do a win-win from nct teen dad au like your namjoon from BTS one? Its so cute and I love your writing!

If you consider the win-win teen dad au can it be angst in the beginning (like his parents are upset and say he’s ruined his future dance career) but it ends up fluffy?

“You could ruin him” his mother spoke to you as your fingers touched the warm exterior of the tea cup in your hands. “Sicheng, is going places Y/N. You know that ri-” “I know, that’s why I came to you first” you told her as she sighed. “My parents want to send me away, you know have the baby-” “I think that would be for the best” she says as she take the cup from you and puts it back on the tray “you made a mistake and it’s not right to make Sicheng suffer it all” she told you as you looked up at her “it takes two to make a baby, mainly the man’s a baby is made” you tell her “you tempted him I’m guess. My boy is innocent and was until you came along do you understand?”she tried to remain calm “so say your goodbyes and then get out of my family’s life” you were told by her. 

“This is your grandchild” you tell her “I have to worry more about my 17 year old son more than the speck that’s growing in you” she comments back. “You and your family are strongly against getting rid of it so I won’t tell you to do it but I want you to stop trying to make me feel bad”  she spoke as she turned away and left you there. You got up and quickly rushed out of the home. 


“WinWin!” you called as you saw your boyfriend dressed in his uniform to perform “babe I can’t talk right now, I need to be focused. There’s people here to see me. I might be getting a scholarship” he said excited as a smile crossed his lips. You pulled your lips tight “can what you need to tell me wait until after I go out there?” he asked as he cupped your arms lightly in his hands. You looked him in the eyes “it’s not important anyways, good luck. That’s all I wanted to say” you tell him quietly as he leaned over and pressed a kiss onto your cheek. “WinWin” his teacher called as Sicheng let out a sigh “thank you” he tells you “I’ll see you later” he says. You grabbed his arm and tugged him close before he could leave. You wrapped your arms around him tightly “Y/N is something wrong-” “WinWin!” was called again as he turned away from you momentarily “love you” you tell him as he kissed your lips lightly “I love you too. I’ll see you in a bit” he told you as he rushed off.  

You watched him for a few moments as he started his routine, you wiped your eye lightly. “I’m sorry WinWin” you whisper as you turned away and left the building. 


Sicheng didn’t understand, you just got up and left. 3 months without a word from you. Your parents wouldn’t tell him where you went and basically told him to get over you and never think about you again. He was so hurt that no one would tell him what was of going on. 

Guilt had filled him when he realized you acted as you did because you had to leave him right after your last encounter. If he knew it, everything would have gone differently. You didn’t mention you were leaving because you wanted him to be focused “Sicheng” he mother said excited snapping him out of his thoughts. He had been staring at his phone screen for an hour or so now. Your cute little texts were something he was busy reading through over and over. He really does love you, you were his first girlfriend and all of his firsts. He was always happy to see you and have you in his arms, he craved that now. 

“Sicheng please stop moping” his mother spoke “honey the letter came” she told him excitedly. “Honey please open it” she told him. “Mom not now” he says as he leaned on his hand “why are you so sad, girls distract you from a good future” she told him. “She helped me feel happy-” “you should have been focused on your dancing instead of having sex with her. All she did was screw up my little boy” she says putting the letter down in front of him. “She’s not a whore or a bad person” he shot back. “How did you know about that? Did you make her leave me because we had sex?” he asked “I did” she told him as his eyes went wide “it’s for the best Sicheng believe me, your life would have been much too difficult if she stayed” she explained as he stroked his hair and headed away from him.


Nearly a year later, Sicheng had graduated from high school. And even more amazingly he found himself falling in love with a beautiful ballerina named Min who was going to the same college as him. He and her rushed into a convenience store to get out of the heavy rain. The way their hands linked together, the way they were laughing. It was young love to a T. The two of them made their way to one of the tables on the side. Sicheng linked eyes with the tiny girl sitting at the table beside them, she couldn’t be more than 6 months old and happily watching a video on the phone in front of her. She glanced over and he offered her a smile, he was instantly given such a sweet and loving feeling filled him. “She’s so cute” he says as he reached over and she took his finger into her hand. “This is so precious” he told Min.

“Someone is way too trusting of people” Min comments. “I doubt the mom will be away for long” he comments as the door closed in the back. A young girl had a hat covering her face and no longer in work clothing. “We’re closing soon I’m sorry” filled there ears “it’s raining I don’t want to get sick” Min spoke “I have to get my child home soon. Please” “I’m not going out there its pouring-” an umbrella was thrusted into her face. “Take it please. I have to lock up” “I said I’m not going out there-” “sorry for bugging you ma'am" Sicheng spoke as he helped Min up.

“The bus doesn’t come for like 10 minutes and its freezing” Min comments “Min please” Sicheng says. Head lifting up he got a quick glance of the face under the hat as he did a double take. “Just get out okay. My child has a bedtime and I’m not going to change it for you princess” and Sicheng knew that tone. “Y/N?” he asked as you picked up the little girl. “Get out” you repeated. “Since you’re being a prick I’m taking this back” you ripped the umbrella from her grip. “You stupi-” “stop Min” Sicheng says as he takes off his jacket and holds it above her head as he kicks the door open and they left.

“She’s horrible” Min says as he watched you carry off the little girl protected by the umbrella. “WinWin” Min whines as he let go of the jacket and took off running after you. His was quickly soaked more as he went to grab your arm. “Y/N” he said with a smile “what happened to you?” he asked as you ripped yourself from him “I have to go” you tell him as you continue off. “You left because you had a kid!” he comments as you didn’t stop. “Y/N!” he calls.


Yazhu stretched as she laid on you. After much talking your parents allowed you to keep your child. She was your world now, and she happened to be loved by your mother dearly. But she had caught a cold and didn’t want to risk your daughter getting sick so you took her to work. You didn’t have a fancy job yet but graduating from school while you were pregnant at a very special school for girls in your situation. You didn’t work far from your home either, Sicheng used to come in often because he didn’t live far away either, but he grew a crush on the cute girl behind the counter and asked you out. You two had a very special relationship since then.

You went to work the next day. Your daughter clung to your shirt as she looked around the busy sidewalk. You pulled the keys out of your pocket “Y/N” you heard as you looked over. You turned back and unlocked the door walking in. “Y/N” Sicheng repeated. You put your daughter into the highchair behind the counter as she was given a bottle and she quickly began drinking. “We have a baby?” he asked you as you simply stroked her hair. “Y/N. why didn’t you tell me. We could have done this tog-” “it shouldn’t matter. You seemed to have forgotten me rather quickly” you say. “It just reminds me we’re nothing more than a high school relationship” you continued. “I never stop thinking about you. I read out texts at least once a week” he told you.

“I mean I like Min but she’s not you” he says. “What’s her name?” he asked you as he leaned on the counter “Yazhu” you say softly “so we have a baby” he says as you nodded. He smiled happily “can I hold her?” he asked as you nodded again. He rushed over and quickly lifted her up. He grabbed the bottle holding it for her as she stared up at him. “You’re so cute” he told her as she continued drinking and staring at him.

“We can do this together-” “no” you tell him as his body drops some of its happiness. “You have a big future ahead of you Sicheng-” “I want to be” he says “you can’t okay, your future is so much bright without a baby holding you back” you tell him. “My parents got to you too” he says in shock as things fell into place. “They wouldn’t let you tell me and they wouldn’t let you see me” he says as he looks you in the eyes. “They can’t control my future anymore. You and I. And Yazhu, we’ll be a family do you understand. It takes two people to make a baby.I want to be a dad to our baby” he continues. “I mean look at her, you’d have to be cold hearted not to want her” he told you as his fingers rubbed her cheek.

“Your parents-” “we’ll burn that bridge later. For now just let me hold her” he says as he brings her closer to him. “I’ve missed so much. Look how big you are. You’ve taken pictures right?” he asked as you nodded. “Maybe I can come over for a visit then? You can tell me all about Yazhu” he tells you with a smile. “I should go though. I have class” he tells you as he looked down at Yazhu again. “I’ll see you soon” he told her softly as he kissed her forehead and put her back into her high chair.


Sicheng smiled as he looked at the photo album “she’s so precious” he told your mother. It was awkward and sweet at the same time. Sicheng hadn’t told his parents yet but he was much too busy to think about it now. Your daughter was laying comfortably in her swing sleeping as you had been showing Sicheng the many pictures that what had covered the album you made for your daughter. “Can I have one of them?” he asked you as you looked at him “I want a picture of her” he explained as you nodded.

“I want to have this with me always” he explained as he looked over at Yazhu.


“You what?” his mother asked “I met my baby. The one you didn’t want me to meet” he says as he pulls out the picture. “Her name is Yazhu and she’s an adorable little thing” he told as he stroked the picture. “I’m going to be in her life” he finished with a smile.

Circumstance (Part 5)

Ah! Here is part 5! The story is going to start picking up soon, so be prepared ;)

Tagging: @a-courtof-fangirls-and-fanfics @autumn03 @rhysandpurred @crazybookladythings @readinggiraffe (let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts!)

Circumstance Masterlist

If Ember didn’t already love Velaris, she absolutely adored it after she found out about the library. Mor had introduced it to her during their tour and Ember had barely ever left since. Sure, they had a pretty extensive collection in Terrasen, but many of their books had been burned by Uncle Dorian’s father decades ago. What was left is the smallest fraction of what had been. The library under the House of Wind, however, was seemingly endless.

Luckily, her hosts were pretty accommodating to her wish to spend as much time as possible with the newfound books, and when she had started her lessons with Feyre and Rhys a few days ago, they had agreed to work down here. Mor would come and get her at the end of the day to winnow her back to her quarters, a form of travel Ember was slowly getting used to.

Unfortunately, due to the beginning of her physical training with Cassian, diplomatic training with the High Lord and Lady, and her obsession with the library, Ember has not been able to go with Brexton to see the art gallery yet. It’s actually been pushed to the back of her mind. Either that or she’s avoiding it. For various reasons.

Her second night in Velaris, Ember slept in the actual bed, finding that the scent coating the blanket from the first night, was deeply ingrained into the bed as well. It wasn’t a far stretch to assume that the scent must belong to the owner of the room. Because of this revelation, Ember started to have mixed feelings about Cadewyn, for whenever she would walk into the room, her body would instinctively relax when she inhaled the scent. It all proved to be terribly confusing.

To add on to her bewilderment, during the first few leadership sessions, it seemed like Feyre and Rhys were tiptoeing around something. Although, it’s always difficult to judge someone’s actions after you’ve just met them, Ember has had plenty of practice with foreign diplomats and suitors that come to Terrasen to meet with her parents or ask to court her. She has learned the hard way how to judge new people and judge quickly before they do anything potentially damaging to the country or to her heart.

This inner turmoil and confusion is circling around in her head as she joins the whole host of Rhys’ Inner Circle for breakfast. Halfway through the meal, a letter is delivered for her from Terrasen. She recognizes her sister’s slightly sloppy handwriting immediately. Excusing herself from the table, Ember races to her room to read in peace. As always, Gusty’s letter is in frantic, hurried writing, to portray a sense of urgency to the message that Ember had yet to perfect as well as her little sister.

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Finn Balor - Prompt #45

Prompt: “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
Requested: by @grappling-giraffe
Warnings: None
Words: 1200+
y/d/n: your daughters name.
y/eldest sons/n: your eldest sons name
y/younger sons/n: your younger sons name

You smiled at the sight in front of you. Your husband Finn ran around the kitchen with your 2 of your 3 kids in tow, two sons and a daughter, yelling and screaming. It was a normal Sunday, you made pancakes for the family, from the bottle of course because cooking really wasn’t your forte. 

“It’s my lego!” Finn yelled 

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Dating Leonard Mccoy would include....

- he’s a really good dancer. he can use those hips of his, if ya know what I mean ;)

- hes protective. But not in a possessive way. But he’s already so paranoid about catching space diseases, he’d always remind you to wash your hands and be careful around the new people and don’t go outside of the ship before him so he can test the air and for God’s sake don’t share things.

- he can actually be really romantic at times, when he’s in the right mindset.

- he’s scared to be in a relationship again. His last one ended horribly, but he really likes you he might even love you, but he thought that about his ex too, and look how that ended up.

- his dirty talk would be mostly doctor stuff that you didn’t understand.

- but on that note he knows a lot of the body so he’s good at the sex

- you’d give each other massages after a long day. His shoulders get particularly sore.

- eventually you would get to meet his daughter. She thinks you’re a space princess and she really likes you because you make her daddy happy and that’s something her mommy doesn’t do anymore

- both of you willing to risk your lives for the other

- Jim ships you two so hard (hahaha get it? ships cuz its space and theres ships… sorry its nearly midnight so sorry)

- he trusts you to fix him up when he goes on missions with Jim.

- so there’s him and Jim sitting in med bay getting lectured about being reckless for no reason by you

- your caring heart and selflessness is what he really falls in love with about you

- when you don’t have anything to do, you go help him with his patients, doing bedside care, basically be his nurse. 

- he’d be one of the most caring partners ever, because he’s been hurt so much and he just has so much love to give

- so many forehead and temple kisses

- you wouldn’t go near him when he’s really pissed. you’d just tell him to go walk it off, and then when he wasn’t so worked up, you would sit down and talk about it with him. 

- the precious baby tries so hard to be the perfect guy for you so he doesn’t fuck it up again.

- if you’re getting really worked up about something irrelevant, he just starts spouting off random body facts to distract you like “what the hell are you talking about?” “ idk but its irrelevant just like your worrying so just chill and come cuddle.”

- when he’s tired he’s either the grumpiest bear ever, or he just wants to cuddle. mostly it’s cuddles.

- oh ho and when he’s drunk he gets so flirtatious but always with you and sometimes Jim but never other women

- and like honestly somehow he gets so smooth when hes drunk

-lazy mornings in bed with you are his fave. and you like them too because for once he’s really relaxed and hes open and it’s just you two and nothing else at all.

- Jim teased you about your relationship for a super long time before Bones kinda beat him up a little bit for interrupting a bit of an intense makeout session.

- so now when Jim playfully flirts with you, Bones just roles his eyes because he trusts Jim with you and you with Jim because you two are his bestest friends in the entire world.

- sometimes he has trouble keeping things separate. Like when he gets a chance to talk to his doctor buddies, he once told them all about this weird space measles thing you had and he mentioned some rather intimate parts, and well, that only happened once, because you threatened to tell your friends about some of his parts. 

- he wouldn’t be much for PDA because ew germs and you could contaminate him and dammit he’s a doctor

- but when you two are alone he gets handsy

- but he would totes be the best when you get sick or hurt I mean he would practically smother you and at first it would be cute but then you’d be like “ bONES YOU GET OUTTA MY FACE I NEED TO GET OUT OF BED DON’T TRY AND STOP ME OR ILL BREAK YOUR PRETTY LITTLE FACE AND CRUSH YOUR PRETTY LITTLE FINGERS”

-also he’d be a big James Bond fan. 

The cancer is ultimately not what killed my father. It spread around his throat like rivers across the northeast expanding in the wintertime, cracking and growing quietly into new shapes. The snow would fall and my father would be in his room with the blinds drawn, moving in and out of sleep like he was walking across arbitrary state borders. I remember wearing my winter coat to bed, hearing him cough himself awake in the room next to mine, and I remember I hated how childlike he had become – I was seventeen and I hated a lot of things. I hated anything related to fathers, how they wouldn’t turn the heat on to save money; I hated cold winters in the hilly and snowy town, how my parents would never answer me when I asked why we had to live here, hated my sisters, hated my body, hated the long grass on the walk to school that touched my ankles, hated being touched at all.

The drugs made my father overly sentimental or sometimes angry, bouts of emotion that always just ended in sleep. It was right near Christmas and I was tending to him, all dreamlike gliding in and out of his room. He could barely speak, he talked in a low and horrible whisper with his voice just bubbling out of his mouth. I wanted to ask him if he even brushed his teeth, if he even could, or if my mother had to do it for him, and I imagined her, working all night and driving home on the icy roads, bending over his body like a canopy, like an arm dangling over him, and him probably drooling, probably saying “I can do it myself”, probably falling asleep while she did it.

I entered the room and asked him if he wanted water. He said, “I want water, I want a house near the water, has its own dock,
has a big driveway, sun shining forever,
sun not too bright, no squinting, my mother
forever, my mother again and again,
i don’t need to feel it to know the water
is warm, and what is she wearing? long purple dress,
faint breeze, wild horses
wandering aimlessly like
they are searching for their own bodies. i am
between three realms – here suffering,
there suffering, somewhere else not suffering,
this body feels like it’s drowning, feels full
of liquid, feels endless”, so I went to the kitchen to get him a glass of water. I came back in and now he was vomiting and the vomit was black. It was so black that it was otherworldly: holes in our universe.

When I get some on my skin it just burned through me – felt like hands scratching off my body, peeling off a lifetime-accumulated sunburn, a car’s wheels circling over me while it sits in park. Warmth I don’t know the words for, like I’m so close to the sun I could kiss it. Like everyone I’ve ever loved is strangling me but I just won’t die.

And then suddenly the pain disappears, my body bearing no remembrance of it, and I am sitting on the porch of my parent’s old house looking out into the greenness with my father, sitting next to me in the middle of a conversation. The world so green it’s almost glowing. He says, “but I asked about that vacation time and I don’t think I’ll get it.” Before I know what I say, I am saying “I want to go swimming, when does the pool close?” I want to ask where my mother is, I want to ask how we got back here, what I look like, if these are really my hands. A flock of birds move across the sky, like needlework, moving left to right and imitating the way we read.

He says, “It’s the perfect day for it.” We look at each other. I’m starting to sweat, but he looks like he has been sweating for hours. He puts his hands in my hair. The birds move back to where the were in the sky, my father says “but I asked about that vacation time and I don’t think I’ll get it.”

I’m trying to yell. My body like an airplane leaving without me, I’m running up to the gates, I’m watching it depart, it says “I want to go swimming, when does the pool close?”

“It’s the perfect day for it.”

When we look at each other I am trying to find mutual desperation in his eyes. I am gathering all my energy just to try raise my eyebrows, trying to say “no”, trying to make any noise. I wonder if he feels trapped, if this is even him, if he just going through these motions. His hand in my hair and then his hand not in my hair and then the birds repeating.

Vacation time, swimming, perfect, hair, birds, vacation, swimming, green forever. Again. It happens ten times, twenty times, three hundred times. I have no concept of time, this is all I know.

As we sit here looping, I think about every thing I have ever known. I move alphabetically and then go back to the beginning. Apples, the different colors they come in, what that says about their taste. Eating the stickers, caramel, apple cider, apple juice, how this world has no apples. How this world has nothing but me and my father and these chairs and the porch and the leaves and the grass and the birds. Some loops I hate him, I hate that he keeps saying the same thing, can’t control his body, don’t want him to touch me. Disgusted by the sweat. Some loops I love him, accept this eternity with him. In one world he is dying over and over and in one world he cannot die. Father and daughter preserved and mundane.

I live a lifetime like this. I live two lifetimes. Three. Ten.

I discover things, I write novels in my mind, I imagine sharing them with my father, thinking, ok i want you to say “it’s the perfect day for it” if you mean “i love you, i love this, I like the part where the microwave transforms into the beautiful woman, what is that saying about femininity? and then he says "It’s the perfect day for it.”

Again. The green is becoming too bright. It’s becoming neon, making me feel sick and nauseous. I cannot escape the nausea. My body won’t let me look away, my own gaze ailing me forever.

Another lifetime and my father’s hands start missing my hair. His fingers on my face. His fingers in my mouth. Our reality distorting. My aching eyes, my churning stomach, wanting him to put his fingers down my throat and finally let me vomit. But he doesn’t, and I don’t. His fingers in my mouth again and again, and I am getting used to the space they are taking up.

Our words becoming slurred. I don’t want to go swimming, the pool will drown me. It’s the perfect day. It’s perfect. I want it. It’s perfect. The birds are getting trapped and bloody in the branches, begin their journey again before healing. Some are dead, have been dead for years, keep flying across our little world.

Love and War (chapter 10)

Strange Magic

Bog/Marianne, T rating

This is a story about two kingdoms, side by side, but worlds apart. And at war.

When the Bog King finally wins his war against the Fairy Kingdom, he decides that a political marriage with the eldest daughter of the deposed Fairy King will help to promote peace.

Obviously, he’s never met Marianne.


The sound of Dawn screaming rips Marianne out of sleep. She sits bolt upright, immediately on the alert, reaching automatically for any sort of weapon that may be at hand, but her sword is on the other side of the room, and she comes up with nothing but her pillow.

She sees the creature perched at the foot of her bed before she sees Dawn frantically pointing at it. The creature makes a chittering noise and leaps off of the bed; Marianne’s pillow catches it in midair, knocking it to the ground.

Something small and hard falls from its paw and rolls over the stone floor with a tinkling noise.

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you’re my home, stay with me

One-shot, 7.2k words. Also on ff.net if you prefer that reading format.

Summary: Even without Gaston’s evil schemes hurrying the story along, Belle still finds she can’t stop thinking about the castle and its inhabitants. Is she crazy for missing that creepy old castle? For missing him? 

Meanwhile, Chip gets a chance to play matchmaker.

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Request : Can you do Bucky Barnes with the song Unsteady??? Also i love your blog 😍😍😍

Paring:Bucky x Reader

Words :1248

Warnings : ,  Angst as fuck , abuse, almost rape , but a happy end

Disclamer : i dont won marvel or any song in this blog

Originally posted by starkactual

“ Its over”

Bucky open the door really surprised to see you there. Its 4 am and you are a mess. Your hair is messy and not in waves like used to be, you are in your pajamas, with puffy eyes and a bruise on your check. He let you in and gave you a glass of water and ice for your check “ What are you doing here doll?” your eyes are on the floor and your voice it’s not over a whisper “It’s over” he gets close to you but you jump a little scared “What is over? You put your head on his shoulders “I left him” he runs his fingers on the bruise “he did this to you?“ you say yes.

Bucky never understood how someone could hurt you, you are caring and amazing definitely one of the most intelligent person his ever met. Sure you weren’t perfect he never fought you are but you also never pretend to be.  He met you in an engagement party in the end of the night he was in your apartment and he swears to his life that he never felt this away. Sure the sex was great but was more than that maybe was the away you didn’t judge him for the scars the only thing that he knows it’s that you are special.

You’re not a princess that needs to be saved you are fighter but your only weakness was your father. You never understood but he had so much power over you that he could scream horrible things that even in tears you would always forgive him. He was mean and cruel and always felt the need of controlling your life, nothing was ever good enough for him. Bucky took you away from your thoughts as he place a plate with some food on the coffee table ” You should eat something doll" you deny your stomach is sick any food you put there is not going to be there for too long. He decides not to argue “What happened?“ you take a deep breath you were even supposed to be here but before you can even think you were in his door.

"you know my dad ,he arranged a date with a son of his friend he was nice enough , but at the end of the date he didn’t take no for answer so i smack his head and his balls like you taught me. Well my father came home and he was really mad at me because the father of the guy was really important so i ruin his chances of doing a big deal. The bruise was just my punishment for being a bad daughter “Bucky hated your father with all his heart, he was a sick old man who was abusive to the best daughter he could have asked when he got sick he had move in with you had open your doors for him with open arms. Your father also hated Bucky he made pretty clear that he would die if you dated that man. So you kept your relationship a secret but wasn’t working with your father using you to date every rich man he could find.

"After he hit me i said to him i was never going back that i was dead to him, he laughed and told me that in 3 days I would be back because he owns me. Bucky i don’t want to go back” He start to dry the tears on your face with one hand and with the other he pulls you closer” What do you want baby? I will do anything” you take a deep breath and start to stroke his hair “ Just hold me and don’t let go "Bucky wasn’t ashamed to admit that he loves you and he knows that you love him you spent a lot of happy months before your father come to the picture when the two of you end things there wasn’t anger only sadness and that was only two months ago. Feelings were still fresh.

Bucky helped you to change in his t-shirt and lay with you in bed caressing your back. He didn’t sleep that night he just stay looking at you and how beautiful you looked on the moonlight. "Good morning beautiful, are you better?” You nod “ A little unsteady” “He kiss you and then your forehead ” stay here i will bring you breakfast “ you stay there waiting for him to comeback  with your food as you both eaten he asks ” You meant everything you say last night , you are not going back home ?“ ” Bucky that place was a house not a home, you are my home as long as you want me here of course i don’t want to be a burden to you and don’t feel like you have to be with me…“ he cuts with a kiss.

You two stay most of the day in bed doing nothing, you two talked , order Chinese and eat on bed and do other things as well “Can you help pick up the things in my house ?” He agrees. He can see that you are scared of going back “He is not going to hurt you, i won’t let him “ .

As soon as you open the door your father is there and say ” I knew that you would come back soon, now put some make up and help me" you don’t say anything just go to your room and start to pack your things. You can hear him talk to Bucky “ You two are back together i would like to see how much this will last, you are a monster she is crazy and ungrateful” before you can say anything you heard a noise and Bucky voice “ If you ever think about touch her again i will kill you in the worst away you can imagine and nobody you be there to find your body or cry at your funeral do you understand? answer me ” you heard your father say yes and before you can even think Bucky is helping with a heavy box and saying sorry “ Don’t be”

A couple of months had passed since that day, you receive the notice that your father was gone in his sleep you honestly think that was more than he deserve it. Bucky was with you all that away he never doubt your motivations or why you wanted go to the funeral he was just there by your side until you got closer that you need. Everything he was there being your rock and doing everything you need “How are you feeling baby girl?“ fine just hold me  and don’t let go”

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Princess. Part 5. Dean Winchester.

Title: Princess. Part 5.

Pairing: Female Reader x Dean Winchester.

Summary: Y/N is the Princess of Hell, Crowley’s daughter. She escapes without her father’s awareness and meets a young hunter named Dean Winchester.

Triggers: Angst, fear.

Part One/ Part Four

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Now, You Know (3/3).

Hey @kurznachdrei, I finally got your request and if you don’t know it, it’s the final part of a miniseries I’ve written.
So, it would be nice if you guys read the first parts to know what’s going on in this.

Prompt 7: Stay.
Prompt 29: When I woke up you weren’t there.

Previous Part.

Originally posted by stevebuccy

For the second time in days Bucky Barnes watched her go, what could he possibly say to make her stay? Surely nothing or at least nothing that would’ve worked in the past.

Defeated he made his way back to the compound, Sam was waiting for them but the face that greeted him was an indication of him already knowing what happened. Bucky couldn’t hold his gaze for more than a few seconds as he grabbed a beer from the fridge and dove into the couch in the communal area.

“What now? I tried.”

“You clearly didn’t try enough.”

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The Offer Accepted

A/N: Call this a one-shot dark AU of TAU, based off of a previous canon-compliant (as much as there is a canon) one-shot I wrote called The Offer. In the original, a demon offers Dipper a deal that he refuses after a flash of insight as to what accepting would ultimately mean.

In this version, he doesn’t get that insight. He has to live it.

Be warned, it really is dark, and though I skip sharing any details it is understood that intercourse happens, as well as blood and death and various horrible things.

 Xethis was too close (but Mizar…), pressing closer (…smiling, laughing, gleeful and as deathless as he), sharp-nailed hands stroking his face and tugging at his hair (Twin Stars forever, and if they couldn’t be twins then father and daughter would do just as well)

“Do we have a deal?” the succubus murmured, her face a scant inch from his. There was no further thought, nothing but Mizar and his pain, and if this was the answer, the way to break that endless chain of agonizing loss—

“Yes,” he said, and held stock-still as she kissed him to seal the bargain.

For Mizar.

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Sick Sister.

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader x Sam ]

Titled: ‘Sick Sister’ 

A/N: This is my Week 14 Supernatural Hiatus Challenge entry and this is actually based off of a sickness I contracted over a year ago. The reader will be how old I was when i got sick in the fic. 

Word Count: 3,189 

Warnings; sick!reader, fluff, language 

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You woke up that morning and something didn’t feel right. You felt off for some reason. You proceeded to get up at your usual time which was pretty early considering you still has to go to school. Sam and Dean already had you beat to the kitchen and Dean and Sam both greeted you with a good morning and you replied with just morning. 

“Oh no! Did someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed? You know what that means? You have to get back in bed and start your morning all over.” Dean said with a light chuckle and he earned a smile from Sam. Dean used to say that to Sam when he was just a kid. 

Going back to bed does sound nice. You said to yourself in your thoughts. “I’m fine, I am just a little tired.” You said yawning slightly. “You didn’t sleep good, sis?” Sam asked you looking up from his laptop for the first time. “No, its just oh I don’t know I think my allergies are bothering me.” You said sniffling a little before grabbing a paper towel and blowing your nose with it. 

Dean felt your forehead and couldn’t feel that you had a fever. “You can still got to school but if you feel worse call us and we’ll get you out there, okay?” Dean said grabbing your chin and making you look at him straight in the eye. “Okay, Dean.” You said smiling as he still held on to your chin. 

“Okay.” He said releasing your and giving you a quick hug. “Go get ready and I’ll make you something for the road.” Dean said ushering you out. “Nothing too big I am not that hungry!” You called out in a loud voice as you entered the hallway. “You got it, kiddo!” Dean said making a little face. 

“Did she seem off to you? Like a little punky?” Dean said making you sure you were back into your room. “She looked extremely white too, Dean.” Sam said completely agreeing with Dean. “We’ll found out I guess.” Dean said shaking his head a little bit and taking a sip of his coffee. 

You, Sam and Dean were never ones to get sick but when you did it was always bad and with your luck most of the time whatever passed through you three you always seemed to get it the worst. Dean got you school fine and dandy and promptly on time. 

You just went to school in a over sized sweat shirt and sweat pants and did your hair up in a messy bun. It was Monday and even though it was late March it still felt cold outside like Winter. You told Dean you loved him and you go out and Dean watched you get inside before he pulled out. 

He only hoped you weren’t getting sick but it was a good possibility. Dean got back home to the bunker and him and Sam piddled around the bunker here and there when at 11:00 a.m. the school office called Dean. 

“Mr. Winchester? Yes this Mrs. Mills, the school secretary and we wanted to tell you that your daughter, Mrs. Winchester has a slight fever and she is sick. One of our students brought her to the nurse’s office and our decision was determined from there.” She said into the phone basically saying that Dean needed to come scoop you up. 

“I’m on my way now, thank you for the call.” Dean said sad that he was right for once. “We’ll see soon, Mr. Winchester.” Mrs. Mills said. “See you soon, bye.” Dean said into his cellphone with a sigh. “Good bye.” With that you both hung up and Dean needed to go get ready. 

“What was that all about?” Sam asked confused by the whole phone conversation. “That was the school calling about Y/N. She’s sick.” Dean said  as he slipped his jacket over his shoulders. 

“What do you want me to do?” Sam asked standing up from the table in the library. “Get her bed ready. I can’t think of anything at this point until I see her and I’ll probably make a run for some antibiotics.” Dean said picking up the keys to his baby. 

“I hope she is okay.” Sam said looking down. “She’s going to be okay.” Dean said picking up the key and walking out of the door. “I’ll be back.” Dean called out right before he was about to step out. 

“Bye Dean!” 

“Bye, Sammy.”

Dean raced to the school as fast as he could for your sake. He couldn’t stand the thought of you being stuck up at the school sick as you were. He hated that he still sent you anyway despite his worry of you being sick. 

When Dean got to the school, he rushed into the office and saw you sitting in of the chairs half-asleep. You looked awful and Dean couldn’t help feeling bad. Dean walked up to you and shook your shoulder gently. 

“Y/N.” He softly whispered your name. It didn’t take much, you instantly opened your eyes and sat up a little. Your tired eyes wandered around the room as if you were almost trying to remember where you were. “D-dean?” You asked in a strained and hoarse whisper. 

“Yeah, honey its me. Ready to go home?” Dean asked you kneeling down right in front of you. “Yeah, yeah.” You said trying to stand up and when you did you must have done it too fast and you got a little dizzy and you fell into Dean. Dean instantly picked you up in his arms and didn’t look like he was going to let you down for a long time. 

You laid your head down against his warm chest and closed your eyes. The school secretary got up and opened the door for Dean. “We hope she feels soon, Mr. Winchester.” She said feeling horrible. 

“Thank you.” Dean said smiling for a second. He carried you all they way out to the impala and he laid you down in the back seat of the impala. You moaned a little when the impala started moving. “It’s okay, sweetheart we’ll be back home soon and you’ll get in the bed and get some rest.” 

Dean said looking at you from his rear view mirror and you didn’t look good at all. Dean got home quickly just like he said and he didn’t even bother to see if you could stand on your own and he just picked up again. 

He banged on the door to get Sam’s attention so he could get the door. He could hear Sam run up the stairs and when he opened the door his shoulders drooped. “Oh man.” Sam said letting the both of you in. Dean brought you down the stairs and brought you right to your room. 

He laid you down and he made sure you were comfortable and told you get some rest. You groaned in response and let out a little okay. 

“Sleep well, angel.” Dean said kissing your forehead. Dean was happy it wasn’t very hot. 

Dean close your door so you get some sleep and Sam was right at the door way waiting to hear word on you. “She doesn’t feel too warm to me but she does not look good to me at all.” 

Dean told Sam what he thought. “I agree.” Sam said shaking his head this time. “In a little while after she gets some sleep I’ll get her up and I need to make a run to grab a few things and see if she wants anything.” 

Dean said walking pass Sam and heading in the direction of the library. “Okay.” Sam said walking to catch up with his brother. “Let’s hope this is just a cold or something to that effect.” Dean said taking a quick detour into the kitchen and grabbing something to drink. 

“Yeah we can only hope.” Sam said grimly and he returned to his computer. Dean sighed and took another sip of his drink. 

A little while later Dean did wake you up just like he said he would. He didn’t want you losing sleep that night if you slept the whole day away. He helped you up and brought you into Sam’s room where he was on his bed. . 

“Hey Y/N!” Sam said scooting over on his bed so you could be right beside him. You sat beside him and you let a little quiet hey. “Now, that you are settled and stuff I am going to quickly run out a get a few things, do you need anything? Dean asked looking over at you. 

You shook your head no. Dean nodded his head understanding. “I’ll be back in a few you two. Love you.” Dean said rubbing your shoulder and slapping Sam’s. While Dean was gone you felt like you had more of a fever. 

You started shivering slightly and you started coughing a little and Sam noticed. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Sam asked looking over at you with concern filled his hazel eyes. You shook your head no again. 

“You don’t think its allergies is it?” Sam asked you licking his lips. 

“This is ten times worse than that.” You said in between your teeth chattering. “Do you think you can a thermometer, Sammy?” You asked him exhaling a shaky breath. “Yeah totally.” Sam said getting up and going to the kitchen to find one. 

He was pretty sure you had one. He searched and searched but he unfortunately had no luck. “I am going to call Dean to grab one.” Sam said poking his head in the door way of the tiny living room. You just nodded your head still staring at whatever was on the TV. 

Sam picked up his cell phone and he dialed Dean’s number. He hoped he was still in the store. He picked up after the second ring. “What it is, Sammy?” Dean asked trudging through the next aisle with his grocery cart. “It’s about Y/N. She needs a thermometer. She thinks she has a fever.” Sam says bearing the bad news onto Dean. 

“Okay consider it done. I’ll pick one up while I’m here.” Dean said heading in that direction of that section of the store. “Okay, thanks Dean.” Sam said anxious to check up on you again. “Thank you, Sam.” 

“Bye, Dean.” 

“See you later, Sam.” 

Dean came home not long after that and he brought you the thermometer and sure enough you had a fever. “101.5. Damn.” Dean said pressing his  hand against your burning forehead. “I’ll go get you something that should bring that down.” Dean said going to grad you a fever reducer. 

Dean came back quickly and he handed you a glass of water and the fever reducer. Your hands were shaking slightly from the chills so it took you a second. The rest of your day went on with you being in and out of sleep and laying on between Sam and Dean. 

Dean knew this was more than just a cold when they got you bed later that night and they could only pray you would’t get worse over night. And if by worst you woke up with no voice and you still had a fever and to add to all of it a nasty cough. 

Dean called the school and told them the situation and they completely understood. You were back on your same spot on the couch and you channel surfed until Sam gave you his password for Netflix. “It feels so weird with the bunker being this quiet, peanut.” Dean said rubbing your forehead. 

You loved it when Dean called you by one of your many nicknames. The rest of the day went on like the day before. You went to bed that night earlier than the night before. Dean and Sam closed your door and just looked at each other thinking the same thing. 

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day. If by better you mean your temperature went up to 102.3 and Dean knew that what meant. It was time to take you to the doctor. You were half-asleep on Sam because the past nights with your cough you haven’t been sleeping good. 

“Y/N, honey, I made an appointment for 3:30 p.m. okay? It’s 1:30 p.m. now but I just wanted to let you know.” Dean said looking at you directly in the eye and catching your attention. “Dee do I have to go?” You would only call Dean that when you were sick, hurt, and especially when you were tired. You and Sam both did. 

Sam rubbed your back a little and kissed the top of your head and whispered in your ear that you have to. You exhaled a little bit and said alright. Dean told you though that could just go in the pajamas you had on and put a coat on and boots.

And that’s what you did. Sam came along with you guys so you stuck in the back which you didn’t mind you were glad to have both of your older brothers there with you. You nearly fell asleep before you pulled in and Dean announced you were there. 

You got inside and Dean and Sam got you signed in and then you were waiting room. You called back shortly after that and your nurse advised you about getting a strep throat test done and you shook your head no and buried your head into your hands. You were afraid of the strep throat test. 

After the nurse finished her observations of you she told you three that the doctor would be with you momentarily. Dean gave you one look and said you will probably have to take that test, sweetheart. 

“Dee, I-I am scared of that test.” You said in a low and raspy voice. Dean chuckles lightly and rubbed your shoulder. “You’ll be fine. We’re right here for you.” Dean said sincerely. And you knew Dean meant that. 

The doctor came in not long after that and took one look at you and said we needed to do the strep test. You did what the nurse said and sat on your hands but when his wooden stick touched your tongue you threw hands up and was inches away from slapping him in the face. 

Of course you burst into a sobbing mess of tears and said you were sorry and that wasn’t like you and Dean came over and hugged and you and shushed your tears. The doctor concluded in the end that it was not strep but it was a serious virus and you told him about your cough and the doctor said he wasn’t going to prescribe any antibiotic for you. 

If it gets to where you want it, give him a call and he will get it but other than that we could go. The Doctor walked out before you, Sam and Dean did and you just looked at your brothers. Dean and Sam both looked pissed and you didn’t know how to feel. 

Dean helped you down and helped you out to the door. Sam held the door open and then you were back in the impala. “How do you feel, Y/N?” Dean asked you looking at your figure through his rear view mirror. “The same.” You sniffled a little and you let out a cough. 

“Let’s gets you home. This was a waste.” Dean said biting his lip. “They didn’t tell us anything we didn’t know.” Dean was regretting this whole in the first place. He got you back to the bunker in no time and you were back where you started. 

Now, it was the next morning and you were sitting in front of the toilet hyperventilating. You thought you were going to get sick. You didn’t bother to get your brothers up because you could handle it. But every time you were going to heave something up it ended up being nothing there or you swallowed it by accident. 

You could tell you still had a fever and you shuffled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to grab the thermometer and you checked your temp and it said 103.6! You knew then and there you needed to get Dean. You couldn’t let it get any higher or you would be sent to the ER. 

You started making your way to Dean’s room and you hated to bother him but this was important. “Dee.” You said no louder than a whisper. Dean was up within seconds of you saying that. He sat up and looked at you and he only had to ask once. 

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“What’s wrong?” Dean said rubbing his eyes. “It says I have a fever of 103.6″ You said showing him the thermometer. Dean got up right away and he told you to get comfy in his bed. You sat down on his side because it was warmer. He came back with a fever reducer and he told you take it right away and that he needed to get that fever down. 

He left again and he returned with a cool wash cloth to lay on your forehead. He dabbed it on there a couple of time and it sent chills to down you spine and your teeth started to chatter. Dean got back in the bed and laid with you.

He stroked your hair while you had your eyes closed. “When are you going to get better, sweet pea?” Dean asked you not expecting his morning to go the way it did. “I don’t know, Dee Dee.” You said turning to face him. Dean knew you hadn’t call him Dee Dee since you were really little. 

Like, really little. 

Dean smiled when you said it and he laid down beside you and wrapped a arm around you and said lets catch some more sleep. You looked at him warily and he told you to try. Neither of you got any sleep because of your cough. 

“I’m calling for the antibiotic.” Dean declared after you finished yet through another cough attack. You just nodded your head trying to catch your breath. Dean got back once he felt you were okay and he called the doctor and they said would call it in immediately. 

Once you got your cough syrup with codeine in it, you were better and back to yourself within two days. 

For Sam and Dean that was a different story. 

The End!! 

To all the new ruspolers/anyone even remotely interested in ruspol

I am so happy that you all are interested in this little niche fandom. It’s super weird and its real life (which I think is cool but it’s given many people an excuse to talk shit and call us horrible people). I am assuming that you have somewhat gotten past that, since you are cruising the ruspol tag. Anyways…

Most of y'all (myself included) got into ruspol initially because of the weird/interesting/horrible person that is Vladimir Putin. He is one of the world’s most powerful men, and he has one of the most interesting pasts and personalities to try and analyze and “figure out”. Of course, with Putin comes Medvedev, the most adorable bear in Russia. Of course, Putvedev is the ruspol OTP. Putvedev all the way. Anyway, there’s also Surkov, associated with Satan, sunflowers, Tupac, etc, etc. 

I know there are other figures people love (mostly within the Kremlin aka part of the ruling party of people) like Mikhail Abyzov, Nikolai Nikiforov, Sergei Ivanov, what have you. 

It’s important to know though (and it makes it even more interesting!) is that Russian politicians exist outside the ruling United Russia party. United Russia likes to degrade Opposition members by calling them middle class whiners who are useless and have no direction. While this may be true to some extent, this is a tactic used by the Kremlin to silence any opposing viewpoint. The Opposition is also not just one party, and it’s usually just used to refer to anyone outside of the United Russia party (which is still a super recent conglomerate party, but let’s not complicate this for the time being).

Anywayyyyy, what I’m getting at is that there are other figures to read about, enjoy, fawn over, or completely hate, depending. This includes but is by no means limited to:

Mikhail Khodorkovsky

most of you probably already know who Khodorkovsky is, but just in case, he used to be Russia’s richest man and an oligarch. For a while in the 90s he and the other oligarchs were pretty much running the country because Yeltsin was so sick. Then Putin locked him up in 2003 because he dared to expose corruption apparent in the Russian government. Khodorkovsky spent the next 10 years in jail, and was only released this past December as a gesture of “good will” by Putin, but it was most likely so Putin could patch up his shitty image before the Sochi olympics started. Also he’s super cute and super passionate about his country.

Boris Nemtsov

Nemtsov is currently a member of the Russian Opposition, but he used to be in higher offices back in the 90s. He started out as the governor of the Nizhny Novgorod region, and was even deputy prime minister of the Russian Federation for a hot second in 1998. Many thought Nemtsov was going to be picked as Yeltsin’s successor, but obviously Putin was eventually picked over Nemtsov. Since Putin took over, Nemtsov has been sequestered to an Opposition position, decrying Putin’s ways fromt he sidelines. Don’t get me wrong, Nemtsov is a HUGE asshole, always has been and always will be. But he’s also super hot, too, and has a bunch to say about the bullshit going on in Ukraine right now, so yeah, check him out. I post pics and other media of him fairly regularly.

Ilya Yashin

I don’t profess to know much about Yashin, other ruspolers do know more than I do. He is pretty damn young though (30) and a co-founder of the Solidarity Party, a Russian Opposition Party formed in 2008 with the help of Boris Nemtsov, Gerry Kasparov, and others. He dated Ksenia Sobchak (daughter of Anatoly Sobchak, former mayor of St. Petersburg back in the 90s, although Ksenia has currently made a name for herself in her own right) for a while and both of them got attention as the Opposition poster couple. Since then, however, they have broken up. 

Mikhail Prokhorov

I’m not sure what the rankings are now, but Prokhorov is definitely one of the richest men in modern day Russia. He owns an American basketball team among many other huge ass important companies in Russia. Prokhorov ran for the office of Prime Minister in 2012 on his own party’s ticket. Prokhorov often gets into trouble on account of the press-motivated idea that he is a womanizer. Back in like 2007 or so he got busted with a bunch of hookers at a ski lodge and he just didn’t give a fuck, because he’s rich as hell. There’s more than meets the eye to Prokhorov, though. He could just as easily take his billions and leave Russia forever, but he has decided to stay and help out his country, which is pretty damn admirable.

Alexei Navalny

Navalny is propably the most well-known Opposition member, at least the most well known one to come about in the past 15 years or so. A lawyer by profession (I’m pretty sure, correct me if im wrong), Navalny has been running an opposition blog for years now, where he digs up dirts on russian politicians and find the sources of their corruption. In 2013, Navalny attempted to run for mayor of Moscow, and he very nearly won. The ruling party, United Russia would never ever accept an opposition member as the mayor of the country’s capital, so in a “democratic election”, Navalny’s opponent (and United Russia candidate) Sergei Sobyanin, won. Last year as well, Navalny was sentenced with a bullshit charge of corruption (don’t get me started on the Russian judicial system) and was put on probabtion for 5 years from doing pretty much anything political. When this crisis in Ukraine fired up, Navalny was very vocally against it. Currently, I believe Navalny is in jail for doing exactly what he was told not to do. He’s a firecracker, albeit kind of a dumb firecracker.

Other figures who are interesting and deserve attention (but this post is super long so imma just post pics and descriptions now. You can google them or msg me if you have any questions!) are:

Dmitry Gudkov-Duma member and former member of A Just Russia Party (although idk how his Duma memberships is affected by him getting ousted):

Ilya Ponomarev-Also a former A Just Russia member, Duma member, and vocal opposer of Putin and his regime:

Anatoly Chubais- Once a huge mover and shaker in Russia in the 90s (he co-started Russia’s mass privatization after the Soviet Union collapse), Chubais is now the CEO of Rusnano, a government owned company specializing in nanotechnology. Chubais has no fucks to give at this point:

aaaand my personal favorite, 

Yevgeny Roizman- co-founder of an anti-drug foundation and former convict, now mayor of Russia’s 4th largest city, Yekaterinburg. Roizman is a historian by profession, and has shied away from outright deposing Putin’s policies. Just an all around badass:

Obvs there are more people, but I felt the need to make this summary post to show that the Kremlin is the hub of ruspol, there is no doubt about that, but it is by no means the whole of ruspol. There are many figures to keep an eye on, some who used to be big, some who may have not yet reached their peak political period, and some non-politicians who dabble in politics. It’s a fascinating medley.

Again, any questions you can msg me. I don’t know all the things, but I can sure as hell try!

It Was My Mistake

Pairing - Jungkook x Reader

Genre - Angst

Word Count - 2668

Part 1/1

Originally posted by sunshine-hobi

I smiled as I read the message that my husband Jungkook had sent me.

He had been so busy since his comeback that we hadn’t had time to see each other. It had been weeks since I spent time with him.

I was extremely happy that his group was becoming more and more successful, but at the same time I  missed him so much.

We lived together with our daughter, Hanna but he’d come home just to sleep at night and then leave really early in the morning.

Tonight though, he had the night off. We would finally get to spend some quality time together. Our daughter was spending the night at my mom’s for the night so everything was perfect.

I finished getting dressed and took the dinner out of the oven to let it cool off. Jungkook should be home anytime now.

About thirty minutes passed the time he was supposed to be home, I took out my phone and starting scrolling through my social media account.

I scrolled down until I stopped at a video a fan had uploaded of the boys at their fan meeting.

It was a video of Jungkook playing with some girls hair and the two of them smiling and laughing.

I then saw another video of Jungkook in an interview saying that he had “gotten better at flirting”.

Once I saw one video, I couldnt stop looking at others of Jungkook flirting with fans. It was really upsetting to me.

About two hours later Jungkook finally arrived home. I was sitting on the couch with my arms folding across my chest. I glanced over at the cold food that I wasn’t going to bother reheating.

“Jagi, I’m so sorry I’m late. Our fan meeting ran later than we expected. I bought you some flowers though.” Jungkook said handing me a bouquet of roses.

“What don’t you go give that to your fans?” I said as I arose from the couch and walked out of the room.

Jungkook followed me into the room standing up as I sat down on our bed.

“Are you upset with me because I’m late?” He asked.

“No, I’m upset with you because you have a wife but you continue to flirt with your fans.” I said.

“Baby, you know that’s just fan service.” Jungkook said sitting down next to me.

“Fan service or not that’s not okay. Jungkook everyone knows that we are married, your'e humiliating me!”

“You are being a bit overdramatic. Is it that time of the month?” Jungkook said squeezing my cheek.

“Stop joking it’s not funny and I am not on my period.” I said swatting away his hand.

“Do you know what its like to wait up for you with our daughter every single night when you are out flirting?” I asked.

“Y/n, I’m just doing my job. You never have had a problem with it before.” He said.

“You are taking the flirting too far. I get being nice to your fans but you have a wife Jungkook. Do I ever matter to you?”

“Baby, of course you and Hanna mean so much to me. But so do my fans.”

“Wow, I scoffed. You are ridiculous. You know what I dont even want to spend the night together anymore.”

“Are you serious? I rushed home for this Y/n.” Jungkook said.

I ingnored him slipping on some shoes and grabbing my purse.

“Where are you going?” He questioned.


“Jagi, come on don’t be like this I really wanted to spend time with you tonight.” Jungkook said grabbing my hand.

“Why don’t you spend time with your fans.” I said pulling away and walking out of the door. I heard Jungkook say something but I left before he could follow me.

I honestly didnt have anywhere to go and I was starting to feel a bit bad for going off on my husband. But he wasnt taking me seriously. I felt like he needed to put me above his fans.

After walking for a while I ended up at a bar. I was on my second shot when someone tapped lightly on my shoulder.

“Y/n, can I sit?” The man asked.

“Jin oppa of course you can sit down.” I said smiling up at him. I was actually glad to see him here.

“What are you doing here alone? I thought you had plans with Jungkook.” He said.

“We got into an argument, I left.” I said taking another sip of my beer.

“Ugh, that really sucks.” Jin said waving to the bartender to come over.

He ordered us a few more drinks and within minutes I was started to unwind.

“You know he really doesn’t understand what it’s like to be at home all day. I love our daughter but sometimes I just want some adult companionship.” I told Jin.

“Yeah, I can only imagine. But Y/n, I know Jungkook wants to be there more with you both. Hes just so busy with our comeback right now.” Jin said.

“I know, I just feel like he doesnt put any value on our relationship. We’ve been together since we were children oppa. Maybe he’s getting sick of me and thats why he flirts so much.” I said.

“No of course not. He loves you, he talks about you all of the time.”

“Really? What does he say?” I asked slightly smiling.

“His fans ask him how he likes being newly married and he loves it. Besides all of the nagging.” Jin said chuckling.

“Nagging?!” I said the smile wiped off of my face completely.

“Oh yeah he told some of our fans not to nag their future husband like you nag him.” Jin told me.

“That asshole. He’s never complained about my nagging before.” I said taking another shot. I was started to feel lightheaded now.

“I’m pretty sure he was just trying to he funny though.” He said taking a shot as well.

“Ugh, I dont wanna talk about him anymore.”

“Okay we dont have to. What do you wanna talk about?” He asked.

“How about why you are at a bar alone?” I asked.

“I didn’t have the best day today.” He replied drinking again.

“What happened?”

“I guess nothing in particular, I just feel like our fans only care about the young memebers. For example this fan rushed through talking with me because she said she wanted most of her time with Taehyung. It happens a lot.” He said.

“I’m sorry oppa.”

“Its fine. I dont know sometimes I just wonder if im good enough to even be in Bangtan.” He said.

“Don’t say that! If it helps I’d spend my time with you if I ever came to a fan meeting.” I said smiling at him.

“Your just saying that to make me feel better.” He said.

“No, I’m sure. I think you are the most attractive, caring member. And besides who could deny you with pink hair.”

“Thanks Y/n that means a lot.” He said.“

“Jungkook had know clue what he’s missing out on right now.”

“Haha now your just saying that because you are really drunk.” I said.

“I am really drunk and so are you. But that doesnt change the fact that you are extremely sexy to me.” He told me scooting over closer to me.

“Thank you.” I said biting my lip and looking down.

I dont know if it was the liquor or the fact that I was extremely upset with Jungkook, but I was turned on by Jin calling me sexy.

Jungkook hadn’t called me that recently, and it felt good knowing someone thought about me in that way.

Before I could process what was going on Jin was leaning down kissing my lips.

He left me gasping for air when he finally disconnected his lips from mine.

“Lets head back to my apartment, shall we?” He said.

The next morning I woke up with an excruciating headache. I had no clue where I was until I rolled over to see a seemingly naked Jin laying next to me passed out.

“Oh my god.” I said grabbing the sheets off of Jin to cover up my naked body.

“Oppa, wake up!”I yelled hitting Jin repeatedly.

“What is it?” He mumbled, before finally opening his eyes.

“What did we do?” I asked burying my self in the sheets. I was trying to wrap my head around what had happened. The last thing I remember was making out with Jin in front of his apartment door.  

“Oh no.” Jin said falling off of the bed once he realized what had happened.

“Jungkook is going to kill us.” I said rubbing my throbbing head.

Jungkook’s POV

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook was feeling bad about what had happened with Y/n last night. He had stayed up all night looking at the videos of him flirting with the fans and thinking about how he had hurt y/n.

He saw a video were he warned his fans against getting married, because they would only have to deal with nagging.

He felt horrible for saying that. He knew it was a lie and he didn’t mean it, Y/n never nagged him.

He had only said it to be funny because his fans complained that he was too quiet and didn’t talk enough during the fan meetings.

He had been going out of his way to please his fans and totally throwing his wife under the bus.

Jungkook decided he would do whatever he needed to do to make it up to y/n.

The next morning he did laundry, cleaned the house and even made breakfast. Y/n didn’t come home last night but she probably would be home soon.

Moments later he heard someone unlocking the front door. He knew it had to be y/n.

“Jagi, I’m so glad you are home.” He said as she entered the house.


“Are you okay? Where did you go last night?” He asked.

“I um, spent the night at my mothers.” She said as she stumbled to the bedroom.

“Are you alright? I really want to apologize to you about what Ive been doing.”

“I’m actually not feeling well. I’m just going to take a shower and then get some rest okay?” She said.

“Yes baby get some rest.” Jungkook said. She was wearing the same dress that she had on the previous night and she didn’t look well at all.

He decided to go pick up there daughter from Y/n’s moms house while she slept.

“Hi daddy’s baby girl.” Jungkook said hugging Hanna.

“Hi daddy, I missed you.” Hanna said.

As they drove home Jungkook caught up with his daughter asking her how she was doing in school and other things like that.

“Where’s mommy? I miss her.” Hanna asked.

“She’s st home resting. Didn’t you just see her this morning?”

“No. I haven’t seen mommy since yesterday when she dropped me off at grandma’s house.”

This surprised Jungkook. Y/n wasn’t the type of person to lie to him. Especially about something like that. What did she have to hide?

When Jungkook got home Hanna had fallen asleep in the car so he put her in her bed. He then went to check on Y/n.

She was still asleep, which was surprising to Jungkook. Her phone was ringing so he searched her purse for it so that the ringing wouldn’t awake her.

Once he found it he saw that she had two missed calls from Jin. Jungkook wasn’t one to snoop but he thought it may be important so he read their text messages.

As Jungkook read the messages, he started to get upset. Is this why y/n lied about where she was last night? Y/n shuffled in the bed awakening from her sleep.

“Baby, what are you doing?” She asked sitting up in the bed.

“What did you do to me?” He asked.

“Jungkook what are you talking about?”

“You told Jin you cant believe you did this to me. What exactly did you do y/n?” He asked.

Once y/n noticed he was holding her phone she immediately jumped out of bed and rushed over to Jungkook.

“Please let me explain.” She said with fear in her eyes as she held Jungkook’s hand.

“What did you do? Tell me right now.” Jungkook demanded.  

“Last night when I left I went to a bar and I get really drunk. Jin joined me and got really drunk as well. One thing lead to another and…”

“You fucked him didn’t you?”

Y/n looked down refusing to look at him.

“Did you sleep with him or not Y/n. Answer me!” Jungkook said his voice getting louder.

Y/n just nodded her head as a tear fell down her eyes.

“Im so sorry. We didn’t mean it I promise.” She said holding on to him.

“So you were quick to get mad at me for flirting but you had sex with my best friend? How could you?”

“Please understand that I was drunk. I had no clue what I was doing.” She said begging for his understanding.

“You are a hypocrite. And here I was feeling bad for flirting… you know what? Im out of here.” He said this time storming out of the apartment.

Y/n’s POV

I broke down crying. Had I really ruined my marriage over a drunken mistake?

Jungkook had left the house steaming. I had never seen him that upset before. The saddest part about this was that I was pretty sure most of his anger was just hurt he felt.

I had betrayed my husband in the worst possible way.

I took out my phone to call Jin and let him know what had happened. He said he would try to talk to Jungkook. I knew though, that once he was mad there was no calling him down.

The day went by excruciatingly slow. I texted him, called him, but he wouldn’t reply. I couldn’t blame him though. I’m sure he was in a lot of shock about what I had done.

A little after midnight he finally walked through the door. When he came through the bedroom door his expression seem softer.

“You’re still awake?” He asked taking off his jacket.

“Yes I couldn’t sleep I feel so horrible.” I told him.

“ I know you do, I talked to Jin hyung. I know you guys were both really drunk when everything happened.”

“Listen y/n, it’s going to take a little while for me to get over what you did. I know you’re upset and drunk but that doesn’t excuse the fact that it happened. I also will take some responsibility and the situation because it’s my flirting that lead you to cheat on me.”

“Please don’t blame yourself for this it’s all my fault. You are a wonderful husband and father to our child. I’m an idiot for not saying that I’m taking you for granted.” I said.

“I’m just as much to blame here. I never told you how much I appreciate all the work you do for me and Hanna. You are a great wife and a wonderful mother I love you so much and I love Hanna so much I’ll do whatever it takes to save this family.”

“ I love you.” I said as I wrap my arms my arms around Jungkook’s waist.

“I love you more. Everything is going to be just fine I promise.” He said kissing me softly on my lips.

I deepened this kiss falling onto the bed with him.

Jungkook and I have been through so much together. He loves me regardless of all of my flaws. He has taken care of me and our daughter through thick and thin and I know that regardless of what happens to us we will be together forever.

Maybe we are fated to always be with one another, I’m not sure. What I am sure of  is that we will always love one another and we will always be by each other side forever and always.

A/n - Sowwy about the corny/trashy ending