i put a glove on to touch it

Make me do your work everyday and cause cats to get sick? I'll catch you in your lies and get you fired.

This woman who I’ll call Tootles worked with me at an animal shelter as cat caretakers. We work opposite days and the first thing that she did to piss me off was telling me she had cleaned under furniture/restocked/refilled cleaning bottles. She sneakily just made it clean enough that you couldn’t tell she was barely doing anything all day. It would take me at least 30 min to an hour everyday to clean all the stuff that she hadn’t done the day before, and I had to do that in addition to my already extremely busy job. So some days I’d have to stay late, and I have two jobs so I’m always exhausted, and then I have a 45 min drive home where I’m blasting music and chain smoking just to stay awake.

I tried to tell my boss about this but she said that I need to have a better attitude, and that I was complaining too much about Tootles. She only told me this bc she’s a jerk most of the time and she didn’t want to deal with all the hassle of finding a new employee in a rural area.

Basically, when you have 20 cats housed in multiple rooms, it becomes a breeding ground for disease and infections. The point of cleaning every single surface and under the furniture with chemicals is to kill these germs and what not. After I started working there she got lazier and never did a single thing that she thought wouldn’t be noticed since my boss had no problem with what she was doing to me.

Because she wasn’t cleaning according to procedure, we now have almost every single cat (except the older ones with strong immune systems) come down with an upper respiratory tract infection. We have to now take those sick cats and quarantine them. For each cat, we have to now put on a gown, booties, gloves, and a mask if we are even going to touch them. These are all single use, extremely wasteful, and very expensive, but required by law. We also have to give them meds two or more times a day for the uri. This takes even more time(3x the amount of time I’d need to take care of a healthy cat. I knew immediately that the outbreak was her fault for not cleaning and the boss was very angry at the whole situation, wondering why this is happening. So before I leave I take tiny cat toys and hide them under every single thing shes supposed to clean under. I then make tiny marks with sharpie on all the kennels she has to scrub( we use a chemical that would dissolve the sharpie, and then rinse out and dry the cage so the cats paws aren’t affected.) I also put tiny marks on the bleach bottles showing how much was in them so I’ll also have proof she’s not cleaning the toilets. I come to work the day after hers and surprise surprise the same amount of bleach, sharpie marks still on kennels, all the toys still where I left them. So I tell my boss what I’ve done, I was nervous she would say I was kinda psycho but she said I should have done this sooner and yelled at me a bit(I told you this was happening already.). We sign a log required by law and we have to initial that we completed every single thing so boss just calls her up, asks if she’s actually done these things, which if she just admitted to being lazy she could have just been yelled at and kept her job. She lies and says she always follows procedures so boom she’s fired for lying about doing her work. It’s been like 3 months, she’s still out of a job I think, and the outbreak of disease amongst the cat has completely cleared up. She apparently really loved her job based on her fb so idk why she’d be so lazy and cause the cats suffering like that.

Marichat ‘Cliche’ Balcony Make Out Scene

Take One: Romeo and Juliette

Here it is, special dedication for that anon who specifically hates cliche marichat balcony scenes. I wrote one at least. 

Tagging @baneismydragon who apparently has a throne of Marichat cliches like wow I’m jealous. And it is also for everybody who was super sweet with me yesterday, thank you guys, I love you all <3

Side note: Juliette is the French version of Juliet so no, it isn’t a typo.



Marinette paced from one end of her balcony to the other, while glaring at the papers in her hands. It was well past midnight and she could be seeping just like Tikki was doing at the moment, in her comfortable bed. But no, she was out, repeating the lines for the stupid play. Why did she let Alya convince her she should be in it. Ah, screw that, why did she let Alya convince her she should try for Juliette’s part out of all things. Why was the school doing a Romeo and Juliette anyway? Did they run out of French plays? And even if they had to do it, couldn’t they do the modern version? Which didn’t require excentric old words no one used anymore?

Marinette groaned exasperatedly, before trying another line. Trying to sound sad she recited.

“The only man I love is the son of the only man I hate! I saw him too early without knowing who he was, and I found out who he was too late! Love is a monster for making me fall in love with my worst enemy.”

Marinette let her shoulders drop. That sounded lame even to her ears. Honestly, how was she supposed to make that sound sincere? She was a bad actress, she knew it. The only way she could pull off that line was if Adrien’s father was Hawkmoth or something. Which was ridiculous, of course. Honestly, she should just give up on this, Alya would get over it.

“But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliette is the sun.”

Marinette turned around, startled to see Chat Noir on the chimney. With all the feline grace he possessed, he jumped on the lower one. Marinette was wonderstruck when she noticed his look. He seemed to be really into it.

“Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off!” Marinette watched flabbergasted as Chat tip toped on the side, careful to not kick her plants while gesticulating wildly, emotion raw in his voice. Extending his hand towards her, he continued. “It is my lady. Oh, it is my love.”

Marinette almost yelled in panic as Chat Noir let himself fall over the edge, but stopped just in time when she heard his voice continuing with the lines. Her eyes trailed across the railing of the balcony as she followed the sound of his voice. And just then Chat appeared again over the railing.

“As daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.” Marinette stood frozen in amazement as Chat stepped towards her. She was captivated and she wouldn’t even bother lying. It was impressive. Not only the fact that her dear partner knew the whole damn monolog of Romeo, but also the way he recited it. It truly made her feel like she was watching one of the most skilled actors putting on a show just for her.

“See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand.” Marinette looked up in surprise as Chat leaned towards her, his next words being whispered. “ That I might touch that cheek.”  one gloved finger caressed her cheek gently.

“Oh, my.” Marinette wasn’t even sure if it was her gasping that out loud. Chat got awfully close, but she didn’t mind it, not quite. Marinette realized, she didn’t quite appreciate how nice Chat’s eyes were, even with the cat-like look, they were complementing beautifully his blond hair. She leaned in without really realizing. Not until she captured his lips.

Chat melted against her. It was so much better than that kiss on Valentine’s Day. It was no rush to break a curse or run to detransform. And she could appreciate so much better the softness of his lips and the faint taste of mint. Chat wrapped one arm around her waist bringing her closer. Marinette sighed against his lips. She felt warm and it was such a simply pleasant sensation, their lips against each other.

Marinette let out a grunt of annoyance once they broke apart. It took them a couple of seconds to stare at each other before they jumped away. It finally seemed to drown on them what they had done.

“I um…er….”

“I got a little… um.”

“And you were…”

“And you just…’

They both rubbed their necks awkwardly, while glancing at each other. Marinette decided she won’t let the awkwardness ruin this night which just took a wonderful turn.

“Do you… do you want to stay for milk and cookies?” she glanced at Chat, waiting for his response.

He smiled shyly, a little blush appearing on his cheeks. “I’d love to.”

Secret Identity

Stripper!Au Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Just the a good old Stripper fic.

Word Count: 3,671

Warnings: Crack fic, Language, Drinking, Suggestive Stuff… (come on)

A/N: I don’t know what happened. It’s incredibly long… but I had fun ;) Since I don’t have anything better, this is my gift for 2.5k Thank you all so much ♥

Originally posted by ddee99

“Are you serious?”

“No, I’m Wanda,” your friend replied with a proud smirk.

You rubbed the spot between your eyes where you could feel a headache coming. Wanda was in charge of Natasha’s bachelorette party. You were supposed to spend the evening in a fancy restaurant, but clearly Wanda had other plans.

“I love it!” Natasha took your hand and made you follow her.

You paid the entry fee and walked into the strip club. It was noisy and surprisingly bright. You cringed as the smell of alcohol hit your nose. Wanda gave you her best innocent smile and looped her arm through yours.

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Deranged: Part 12 (Final)

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Contains violence and tense situations

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Okay but, TaeGi angst Au where Yoongi is in love with Taehyung but has been cursed as a child to burn everything he touches.

They meet as children when Yoongi is seven and Taehyung five. A sudden outbreak in Korea had occurred exposing all types of mythical creatures and hybrids to the human world. Until then those creatures and families had lived hidden away, of course, with the exposure it forces most of them to move into special nonhuman communities only. Taehyung’s family of witches just happen to move next door to Yoongi’s vampire family.

The day they first see each other they instantly hit it off.

The little boy with messy brown hair and wide eyes literally beams as he sees Yoongi the moment the boy arrives with his parents to introduce themselves. It’s literally so cute the way Taehyung just lights up as he takes in Yoongi’s pale almost translucent skin and baby fangs that peak out when he smiles.

“Mama he’s so pretty!” Little Taehyung hastily yanks on his mother’s skirt from beside her leg and both she and Yoongi’s mother giggle.

“He sure is Taehyunggie.” The little boy’s mother lowers to be eye to eye with her son. “Why don’t you say hello?”

Taehyung nods.

“Hello my name is Kim Taehyung!”  The boy grins wider.

“I-I’m Yoongi.” The elder whispers. “You have really pretty eyes.”

Taehyung gasps, back in his old town he’d constantly be made fun of for his one brown and one golden eyes, he can’t help but blush as Yoongi suddenly hides behind his own mother’s pant leg.

“T-Thank you.”

Taehyung and Yoongi’s mother share a knowing look.


From that day on Taehyung and Yoongi literally become best friends. Both sets of parents will laugh as they wake up in the morning for breakfast or set up for dinner at night and either Taehyung or Yoongi will be at each other’s houses laughing and playing. They become attached at the hip always by each other’s sides and even sneaking out to meet at their connected fences in their backyard to see each other before bedtime.

It’s all sunshine and rainbows until the first time the boys have an accident.


Usually, Yoongi wears black gloves on his hands to protect anyone from getting burned.  This day though, curiosity gets the better of them.

“Hey Hyung,” Taehyung touches Yoongi’s gloves. “Why do you never take these off?”

Yoongi frowns.

“I don’t know, momma just told me I’m supposed to always wear them.”

“Oh! How about you take them off then?” Taehyung looks over Yoongi’s shoulder into the kitchen where their parents are talking to make sure no one is watching them. “Let’s see what happens?”

Yoongi hesitantly nods and slowly starts to pull the black cloth off.  Honestly, the little boy is afraid. He remembers when one time he forgot to put them on and his mom had yelled at him with panic in her voice, he really didn’t want to get yelled at again, he also wanted to make Taehyung happy.

The boy’s hold their breath as Yoongi pulls the gloves on and Taehyung even shuts one eye as Yoongi’s pale fingers become exposed.

Nothing happens.

The boys release their breath and Taehyung giggles.

“See Hyung you’re okay!”

Taehyung reaches out to hold onto Yoongi’s hands and that’s when it happens.


“So how are you liking the neighborh-”

Yoongi’s mother is cut off by Taehyung’s  shrill high pitch scream of pain piercing the entire house.  

All four parents eyes widen and without thinking Taehyung’s mother dashes out to the living room where the boys had been playing and where now the cries are coming from. Yoongi’s mother heart slams against her chest in panic as she follows.

Taehyung lays on the floor, still screaming in pain, as Yoongi stares silently with wide eyes and his little body shaking. The eldest boy’s mother instantly knows what happen when she takes a look at her son’s exposed fingers and the deep pus-filled burns on the Taehyung’s tiny hands.

Yoongi turns to look at his mother and her heart breaks at the horror in the boy’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry i-”

Yoongi runs out of the house.

“Of course you can have a true Shadowhunter name,” Will said. “You can have mine.” Tessa stared at him, all black and white against the black-and-white snow and stone. “Your name?” Will took a step toward her, till they stood face-to-face. Then he reached to take her hand and slid off her glove, which he put into his pocket. He held her bare hand in his, his fingers curved around hers. His hand was warm and callused, and his touch made her shiver. His eyes were steady and blue; they were everything that Will was: true and tender, sharp and witty, loving and kind. “Marry me,” he said. “Marry me, Tess. Marry me and be called Tessa Herondale. Or be Tessa Gray, or be whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go by that does not have you in it.”

Originally posted by btsreactionsandgifs

i don’t want to start discourse but i want to talk about two things in soc/ck that bother me. i love these books and they’re some of my favorites ever, but i want to briefly address these things:

  1. the invalidation of matthias’s religion
    inej is the team’s other religious member, but never is her religion discredited like matthias’. kaz mocks inej for praying and believing in the Saints, but no one else does. matthias’s Djel, sacred rituals, and sacred places are publicly defaced, defamed, and ridiculed by the other crows. an he just?? rolls with it?? of course many of matthias’s beliefs were extremely prejudiced and he has to unlearn them - but he shouldn’t give up his entire religion for it. as a religious person, its hard for me to read such treatment of religion. inej remains as strong in her faith as ever throughout the books. i was expecting matthias to change his views on the treatment of grisha and find that it was compatible with the idea of Djel as the wellspring of life. after soc, he kinda… idk how else to say it??? abandons his religion?? idk im just really sick of religion ridiculed or portrayed as false or wrong in some way. ALSO nina not respecting his “prudish” desire for chastity?? if a girl didn’t want to do courtship a certain way and the guy forced a more sensual relationship on her, people would lose their minds. but when the guy doesn’t want something and the girl puts it on him anyway its ok?? like…. idk man

  2. inej desiring physicality from kaz
    this ends up resolved somewhat, because when inej first makes her statement to have him without armor, she doesn’t know what kaz has been through. she doesnt understand why he can’t touch, which (i think) is why she makes that demand. she didn’t know how much that demand would cost him. she asks for him without gloves, without full clothes, with lips that can touch hers. and that is something he may never be able to give. does she understand that even though everything he can give is “not enough” he may never be able to give more? not at that point. the armor she should be asking him to remove is the mental and emotional barriers around his mind and heart.
    i guess her perspective changes after he helps her with her bandages and when he holds her hand, and i think then she understands that they can never have physical relationship and there are certain traumas that will always stay with him. she acknowledges that the important thing is that he tried. and he makes progress for her. the ending of crooked kingdom is a beginning, really. its the first time kaz can touch inej undebilitated and it’s when she understands that this is how their relationship is going to be and. it. is. ok. that. he. can’t. touch. he can’t give her all of himself but he can meet her partway and that is his 100% and it is enough. the mental and emotional armor is gone. that is what needed to change about kaz, not his inability to touch.
TATTOO GIRL

It’s been a while since I haven’t posted one with mister Jack Maynard so here we go! I really enjoy this idea though, my imagination is weird sometimes haha . By the way, sorry for not posting this week end I was spending it with my sister but here I am, with some of my own ideas again! Hope you like it my lovely bunnies (Idk what I’m on about )

Jack walked into the shop, the paper in hand as he looked around the empty shop. Jack was confused as he was here for his appointment in time but not one was in the shop. Just as he made his way to the counter, a girl showed up and as soon as she looked up, he was mesmerized. A smile was forming on his lips as his eyes analysed her face. “Mr Maynard , right?” He jumped out of his thoughts at the sound of her voice. “Yeah, that’s right. You can call me Jack.” The fake blonde boy said, a smirk showing on his lips. “I’m Y/N. I’ll be the one tattooing you today.” She replied, smiling back and Jack noticed the small dimples showing on her cheeks.

Y/N grabbed the paper from his hands and looked at the drawing, who seemed to be the tattoo. “Follow me.” She ordered and made her way to the equipment, sitting down on her stool and watched the young attractive boy sit on the other stool and cross his arms on the black bench, clearing used to the situation. “Are you a loyal costumer of ours?” She asked as she was putting the plastic gloves on and putting the transparent liquid on Jack’s toned arm. “I actually am.” He replied, grinning up at her and his eyes suddenly fell on her own tattoos. She didn’t have too many but still quite a few. And it had Jack hypnotised. His eyes were watching every detail of the three ones on her forearms. A small guitar on her right arm, a feather with some letters on her right wrist and a date on her left one.

Jack didn’t even realize that she was already sticking his skin with the needle impregnated in black ink. But he was so used to this sensation that he couldn’t feel any the pain anymore. His eyes were darting over to the wall behind Y/N. Some drawings were hanging on the wall and they were insanely good. “Did you draw that?” Jack asked, breaking the silence in the room. And Y/N glanced over her shoulder slightly, smiling at him. “I did.” She simply shrugged before focusing back on the tattoo. “You’re very talented.” Jack admitted, watching the cheeky little smile that she was trying to hide. “I’m not sure flirting whilst you’re getting a tattoo is the right thing to do.” Y/N joked. “Who said I was flirting?” Jack teased and she blushed even more. And then it went silent again only for a few minutes until Jack’s curiosity grew.

“Sorry for asking but what’s the date for?” He asked, eyeing the tattoo on her left arm. “I could ask you the same question.” She replied, eyeing his own and Jack laughed slightly at her comment. “It’s my birth date. Silly, I know.” Jack answered, his blue eyes meeting her green ones. “Your turn.” He said, nodding towards her arm again and she sighed. “It’s the date where I got my first tattoo.” She replied, her eyes focused on the last touches of the design. “You really love being a tattooist, don’t you?” Jack asked but it sounded more like an affirmation. “I do.” Y/N stated, wrapping the plastic foil around his arm as a smile appeared on her lips. Jack was fascinated by the way her eyes were glowing at the question, simply by her. And he was annoyed that it was done so quickly because he had to leave and probably wouldn’t come back in a long time.

As Y/N was putting everything away and throwing the gloves in the bin, she looked at the tattoo, her arms crossed. “Why ‘LDN’?” She asked, her own curiosity growing. Jack stood up as they made their way to the counter, allowing him to pay for his new creation. “I just love living here. This city is incredible.” Jack admitted, glancing over his shoulder to the glass windows, were the sunset was visible. As Jack looked back to the girl in front of him, he felt the urge to see her again. “Will you go on a date with me?” He blurred out, carefully watching her reaction. “Oh so you were flirting after all.” Y/N laughed and Jack quickly joined in, before his eyes fell on the piece of paper that she was handing to him. Jack simply took it and his eyes darted over the number written on it. “It was nice to meet you, Jack.” She said, smirking at him as Jack slowly walked backwards , his eye still locked with hers. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Jack replied, smiling one more time at her before turning around and walking out of the shop.

Jack was already filled with excitement at the thought of seeing her again. The tattoo girl, as he would call her.

nobody stopped me and some people encouraged me so here are my stimming cisco headcanons:

  • he’s gotta Chew On Everything…once while he was working he started chewing on the glove of barry’s flash suit and barry was like “what the fuck that’s Disgusting” and cisco just. “i’m the one who washes this so i get to chew on it”
  • big big big happy flapping stims when he’s excited!! huge!!!
  • Never Not Touching His Hair he pricks it against his lips and it feels Super Good and he loves it
  • he loves hair touching and petting in general so he puts his head in other people’s laps a lot so they’ll play with it and tuck it behind his ears…he loves hair touching ok
  • does the shakey leg stomp when he’s overwhelmed and frustrated
  • cisco, slamming his hand down on dante’s piano keys while dante indulgently covers his ears for him: love the feel hate the sound
  • not only does he do Big Flapping Stims when he’s excited he also does fast rocking with his knees hugged when he needs to calm down
  • when he was a kid he used to hit his head against the wall a lot but that’s mostly stopped now but he still hits his arms on things.
  • vibrating now that he has his powers!! he makes a purring sound deep in his chest and it’s soothing and satisfying and reminds him that his powers aren’t just a weapon.
Sad/Bittersweet septiplier au

THERE’S AN EDIT TO THIS!! ~~~~~

so get this. I had this horribly cute but depressing septiplier AU idea floating around inside my head.

check it out. try not to cry.

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Mark and Jack have been dating for two full years, and are (of course) super happy together. They make videos with each other, post cute selfies on instagram, and even live together. They didn’t tell their fans about their relationship until a full year had passed. When they did, the large majority of people were very happy for them, especially their friends and family.

One day though, something absolutely awful happens. Jack is struck with a sudden heart disease, and is in desperate need of a heart transplant. For a full week, the Irishman stays in the hospital on life supprt, waiting for his new heart.

His parents’ hearts are a little too old, and his siblings were all parents with young children. It seemed like there was no chance of Jack surviving.

But during that week, Mark stays in the hospital with Jack, telling him that everything is going to be okay, and giving him sweet and gentle kisses and hugs. They watch Youtube and movies together, read comments/tweets, and simply hang out as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Mark secretly debates on something.

At the end of the week, Mark finally makes his decision, and offers his heart to Jack. Of course, Jack immediately declines, bursting into tears and goes into fits of saying “No no”, “Mark please”, “I need you”.

In the end, Mark finally convinces Jack, and after Mark spends three days with his family and friends for one last time, the two lovers say goodbye, and the doctors preform the heart transplant.

After Jack wakes up, he is struck with an awful dread, and falls under a deep depression.

Beside his bed, he sees some gifts that Mark had left him: a picture of them together, a heart locket, a written letter, and a recorder that has a recording of Mark’s voice, and a recording of Mark singing a song with his guitar. Jack instantly becomes obsessed with these items.

He frames the letter and picture, constantly wears the heart locket, and listens to the recording whenever he’s feeling especially down. He’s even memorized it word by word.

Over time, Jack talks to himself, as if he was speaking with Mark. When he does this, he always holds his locket close to his chest (Where Mark’s heart is) and just talks, even getting into full conversations with his imaginary boyfriend. As Jack does this more and more, it starts to kinda feel like Mark is there again, as if his spirit or ghost is with him.

After the first few months of nightmares, Jack starts having super realistic dreams that just include him spending time with Mark. In his dreams, he’s sometimes even able to feel Mark as they hug, kiss, and lovingly hold each other.

Eventually, Jack is able to make videos again, meet fans, and even watch Mark’s old videos.

in the end, Jack feels like Mark is still with him. Technically, that’s literally true, since Jack is living with Mark’s heart; a defining piece of him.

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Haha bringing this back, that’s right. Cry.

Ok no I’m sorry I love you all. I'mWatchingTooMuchRickAndMorty.

ANYWAYS, I wanted to change this a tiny bit, to make it more happy! So please, hear me out:

After losing Mark, Jack stays with his ex girlfriend Signe for a while, since he’s way too unstable to live on his own. She comforts him everyday, and simply spends time with him, trying her hardest to make Jack happy again.

One day, specifically 3 days after Mark’s death, Jack is sitting on his bed and alone in his room, all while silently crying as he stressfully listens to Mark’s recording of him gently singing.

Once the song’s over, Jack gets up and looks in the mirror, seeing that his face was covered in tears. More tears fell as he started to get suicidal thoughts, but he repeatedly told himself “no, Seán. Your fans need you. Mark wouldn’t want you to do that”.

Suddenly, when he looks back at his reflection, he sees Mark. Freaking out, he backs away, thinking he’s gone insane.

He watches in shock as the apirition of his dead boyfriend phases through the mirror and floats in front of him, while saying: “S-Seán, it’s okay, d-don’t freak out. It’s just me”.

“W-Wha, b-but…y-you’re dead!” Jack chokes out in a stutter through tears “holy shit, a-are you like a…g-ghost or something?”. He rubs his head “F-Fuck, I-I’ve just gone crazy…”.

“N-No no, Seán. You’re not crazy, it really is me! I guess I…sorta am like a ghost…” he looks at Jack with soft eyes “I…needed to see you again. I’ve missed you so much”.

Sniffling softly, Jack gets up “M-Mark…I-Ive missed you too!” he cries as he runs up to the spirit, wanting to hug him, but sadly passes through him. Mark turns around, still hovering above the ground “I-I…c-can’t touch you…” Jack mutters quietly as more tears start to form.

“O-Oh, d-don’t cry. Hold on” Mark said quickly as he rummaged through Seán’s drawers and closet, finding a glove and putting it on “I can’t touch you, but I can touch inanimate objects”. Jack’s eyes widened in realization as Mark held his gloved hand out. The Irishman slowly reached his hand toward his lover’s, gently intertwining their fingers. After a long time, Jack smiles widely. He quickly grabs a blanket and throws it over Mark’s shoulders, finally being able to hug him.

Mark smiles and returns the loving hug, tears welling up in his own eyes. “S-So can you stay with me?” Jack whispered softly.

Mark sighed quietly “O-Of course I can, that’s why I’m here” he said softly. “Can other people see you?”. In response, Mark lightly shook his head “Nope. Only you can”.

With that, Jack and the ghost of Mark lived together in Signe’s house for a while. They weren’t able to kiss or do too much of touching, but neither of them cared. They could talk, watch videos, and play games with each other.

One day, Mark finally decides that he needs to tell Jack the truth.

“I can’t stay with you forever. I’m dead, I need to…y'know, …be….put to rest. But, I can’t do that until I take care of some unfinished business” Mark explains softly as they laid together on Jack’s bed.

Jack sadly nodded in understanding “What…business?”.

“You, Seán. I can’t rest easy knowing that you’re depressed. I know that you were debating on suicide. I…want you to be happy again”.

Once again, tears started to form in Jack’s eyes “H-How am I supposed to be happy without you?”.

Mark smiled gently “What about Signe? She really cares about you, Seán, and I know you like her”.

Jack blushed “N-Not as much as you…” he mutters stubbornly.

“That’s not true, and you know it. I want you to spend more time with Signe. Once you’re happy again, I can finally be put to rest”.

Jack reluctantly nodded. He didn’t want Mark to leave, but…he knew that Mark had to pass on at some point.

From then on, Mark continued to spend time with Jack, but he also helped him to reconnect with Signe.

Throughout the months, Jack slowly falls in love with Signe all over again, remembering why they once dated.

When Jack and Signe finally got together again, Mark gave one last, heartfelt goodbye to Jack.

“I’ll never forget you” Jack mumbled as he hugged Mark, the spirit wearing a jacket and gloves so they could do so.

“Don’t worry, Seán. We’ll see each other again one day, I promise. I love you, please take care of yourself”.

Jack smiled sadly “I love you too, Mark. And I promise I will”.

After saying goodbye and after Mark “passed on”, Jack continued to date Signe, until one day, they eventually got married. Jack still wore the heart locket every day, but he kept his main priority on Signe. His main priority only slightly changed when they one day…

had kids together

;)

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Do you guys still hate me for making this au? Yeah, probably. Well don’t worry! I think it ended on a really sweet note :)

I may make some art for this, I dunno.

Also head canon for this au: Jack and Signe have a son and they name him Mark.

mwahaha.

I couldn’t get this out of my head ever since the whole Victuri soulmates announcement so I just had to write it out in the hopes that it would leave me alone. Lol.

In this version of the soulmate trope, everyone has a mark on their wrist that matches the mark on their soulmate’s. The extra twist is that those marks move once you come into physical contact with you soulmate. Since the marks are tied to some aspect of your personality, you could share a mark with someone who isn’t your true soulmate, so you wouldn’t know for sure until you touch and see if the mark moves.

~

~

Yuri had grown up knowing that a soulmate wasn’t always necessarily a romantic partner. Sure, that did seem to be a common outcome. He could remember all the times he’d sat at a table in the middle of the inn doing homework and watching his parents as they went about their business. They would always pause when their paths would cross and one or the other would reach out, the touch of their soulmate causing the twin images of a rushing waterfall on the inside of their right wrists to jolt to life. They would always smile when that would happen and look at each other as though they were exchanging a secret without saying a word.

So, yes, falling in love with your soulmate was something that tended to happen more often than not, but Yuri knew it wasn’t always the case. His ballet instructor, Minako, had a soulmate she hadn’t fallen in love with. Yuri knew this because she’d told him one day when he was twelve and he’d shown up crying on her doorstep. Earlier in the day his best friend Yuko had tripped and Takeshi had reached out a hand to steady her, both of them gasping as the small foxes on their wrists had come alive at the touch. Yuri’s heart felt like it was ripping in two.

“Yuri, you do know that not all soulmates are romantic soulmates, right?” Minako had listened intently to his story as she always had. Once he had finished and wiped the fresh tears from his eyes, she reached out to turn Yuri’s hand over so that they could both look at the mark on his own wrist. It was the silhouette of a figure skater. It you didn’t look closely enough, you could almost think it was a dancer as the figure raised a leg up slightly above parallel with its hips in a graceful arabesque. Only by looking closely enough to see the blades on the bottoms of the figure’s feet could you tell what it was really meant to be.

“Really?” Yuri could feel the swell of hope once more.

“Of course.” Minako reached out and laid her own arm flat against the table next to Yuri’s so that he could see the swan that rested there. Its wings were folded over itself and the long neck was wrapped around its body. “A soulmate is meant to be the one person you need in your life no matter what, but sometimes what you need most is a friend, or a rival, or even a family member. I met my soulmate when I was a much younger girl dancing in Austria. He wasn’t even a dancer, but he was there for me and supported me when times were hard. I never felt love for him. He married a baker if you can believe it. We still try to meet once or twice and year and we talk over the phone whenever we can, but I need him in my life to push me when I want to give up, not hold me tight like a lover.”

Yuri had been silent for a moment, staring at his figure skater and Minako’s swan. He’d always known Yuko wasn’t his soulmate. Her mark had been a fox for as long as he’d known her, but he had been so afraid that she would leave him behind now that she knew who owned the matching fox.

“Yuri, there is nothing you can do about your friends being soulmates, but they are still your friends. They are the same people they were yesterday and they will be the same people tomorrow as well. Meeting your soulmate doesn’t change who you are, it just enhances who you will be. Someday you will meet whoever it is that will make your mark come alive.” Minako’s tone was reassuring and Yuri felt himself relaxing. “Until then, why don’t we work on your jeté? You were getting pretty good height yesterday, but you need to work on keeping your legs straighter in the air, okay?”

“Yes, Minako-sensei.”

~

Yuri had practiced hard that day and Minako had let him. At first he’d been upset that his mark wasn’t a dancer as it seemed to be at first glance. He loved letting the music flow through him in Minako’s studio. He knew he would have been content to be a dancer like her. In fact, when he’d gone skating for the first time, he’d hated it. The air was too cold, the skates pinched his feet, and the ice was hard and wet when he inevitably lost his balance and crashed down. He’d cried back then, too. Most people had marks that were general, animals or strange shapes or plants. His mark was a figure skater. Surely that had to mean something for it to be so specific.

Surely that meant he was supposed to be a skater, too.

When he was a boy, he’d split his time as equally as he could between the rink and the studio. As he got better on the ice, he found contentment in his time there as well. He practiced spins and jumps and steps with his friends in the afternoon and would train at the barre in the evenings. He got better at both disciplines and he learned to appreciate his skating more and more each day.

Then he’d seen Victor Nikiforov skate.

Suddenly everything had clicked into place within him. When Victor skated you could see the music in his body, his every motion. The spins and jumps were telling a story on the ice and his step sequences made Yuri’s heart ache in a way he’d never felt before. Yuri had never thought about his skating like that before, as though it could be more than crafting out jump combinations and complex patterns for technical points. As though it could simply be dancing on the ice, the same way he would dance on the wooden floors with Minako.

Yuko and he watched Victor’s performance until they had the moves memorized and they felt confident enough to be able to recreate them on the ice. For the first time in his life, Yuri was dancing with his blades instead of just using them as a means to an end.

That was the day he fell in love with skating.

It was also the first time his mark moved.

~

“Calm down, Yuri. You know I can’t understand you when you’re panicking.” Minako had grabbed him by the shoulders at this point and her tight grip brought him back to reality. He took a deep breath as she relaxed her fingers a fraction. “There. That’s better. Now, try again. Slower this time.”

“My soul mark! It moved!” Yuri pushed back the familiar bite of fresh tears as he shifted under his teacher’s strong grip. As soon as he’d noticed, he’d known he had to come here. Minako always seemed to know what to do when Yuri was panicking about something. Even now, though he could tell she was confused and more than a little worried, she kept herself calm, rubbing soothing circles against his shoulders with her thumbs.

“Oh?” Minako now seemed less worried and more confused. “I thought you wanted it to move. Who were you touching when it happened?”

“No one!” Yuri felt a dropping feeling in his stomach once more. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry or throw up more so he did neither, instead choosing to stare at Minako as though praying for her to understand. When it seemed that she didn’t, he tried again. “I wasn’t touching anyone. I was skating, with Yuko, but we didn’t touch. We were just trying to copy Victor’s routine and then when we were done I took my gloves off and went to take off my skates and I saw it! Look!”

Yuri already had his sweater rolled up to his elbow and he stuck his right arm out into the space between them so Minako could see his mark. He heard her gasp softly as she saw what he had seen earlier. The skater was no longer standing tall in its usual arabesque. It was now crouched down, one leg in front, frozen in the midst of a spin. Definitely not the position it had been in for the last twelve years of his life.

“Yuri, I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but you are sure that you didn’t touch anyone else? Maybe after you put your gloves on you could have bumped into someone? Only the smallest touch will do it sometimes.” Minako asked cautiously, but Yuri was already shaking his head.

“I didn’t, Minako-sensei. I didn’t touch anyone. I was just skating!”

Minako paused, rolling Yuri’s wrist back and forth in her hand so she could view the mark from different angle. Yuri sniffled, but held back from openly crying for now. If anyone knew what was wrong with him, it would be her. She always knew what to do before. Surely she would know what to do now.

“Aright.” Minako seemed to be thinking and Yuri waited, too scared to move or even breathe. “Alright. Well, it’s simple. Let’s go back to the rink and see if it happens again. Then we can decide what we’re going to do about it, okay?”

Yuri nodded, not quite trusting himself to say anything.

~

That was what they had done. They’d gone back to the rink and Yuri had laced up his skates for the second time that day. He’d done a few laps just to warm up before trying a few spins and a quick double toe loop. He’d left his gloves off and when he’d skated back over to where Minako was watching, his mark hadn’t moved an inch.

“Yuri, you’ve been skating for years and it’s never moved before.” There was something sharp and bright behind Minako’s eyes now. Yuri shivered and fidgeted on his blades. “What were you doing differently today than you have any other day? Unless you’ve remembered running into someone….”

Yuri bit his lip as he tried to think. Eventually he shook his head numbly. He hadn’t touched anyone. He was certain of that much. His mark had been in its usual place when he’d put his skates on and it had been different by the time he’d taken them off and he had come into contact with no one in the intervening time.

“Right, so what were you doing before you noticed it had moved?” Minako asked again. “How were you skating that was any different than all the hundreds of other times you’ve been out here?”

“We were copying Victor’s routine…” Yuri tried desperately to do as he was asked and find that one thing that might have changed everything. “We’ve done that before, though. Yuko’s been teaching me his routines for years now. I guess…  I guess I was actually dancing this time… Maybe?”

Yuri’s face was now hot and red from embarrassment, but Minako merely nodded solemnly and gestured for him to show her what he meant and Yuri complied. Out on the center of the ice, he let music run through his mind. He supposed he could recreate the routine he’d been doing earlier, but, somehow, he didn’t think that would help. Instead he focused on the piece he’d been working on in ballet class. It was soft and simple and easy enough to translate the steps from solid ground and onto the ice. He closed his eyes and let the music flow through his body, only stopping once he’d run through the whole piece.

He didn’t even have to look at his arm to know his mark had changed this time. Letting out a soft sigh, Yuri returned to where Minako was leaning over the barrier watching him and held out his right arm once more.

The skater had moved again. This time it was upright with its arms in a straight line over its head, one foot extended away from its body slightly, as though it were about to move into the next section of a step sequence.

“Oh, Yuri….”

~

Yuri never told anyone else what had happened that day. Not his mother or father or sister. He’d never even told Phichit, and he told his friend everything.

Minako had found an old cuff that she’d used to cover her mark in her dancing days and had given it to Yuri. They both agreed that it would draw unwanted attention to the young boy if anyone were to see the mark moving without Yuri being touched.

It had been uncomfortable at first, but Yuri had gotten used to wearing it over time, and when he started doing well enough in competition to become a well-known skater in Japan, no one seemed to think it strange that he went out of his way to cover the mark. Even though it was impossible to fake the movement that would have come from a true soulmate touching you, those who lead higher profile lives still tended to hide their marks from the world. Nobody seemed to want the hassle of having fans try to fake a matching mark only to get far enough to be disappointed when it turned out not to be true. Yuri’s idol, Victor Nikiforov did the same. His right wrist would always have some kind of cuff wrapped around it even when he was performing. It made Yuri feel better to know he wasn’t the only skater out there that wasn’t comfortable with having his mark out on display.

Over time he’d found some amount of peace with what was happening to him. It had been hard to swallow that feeling of bitter disappointment when he had been younger. Yuri had watched the marks on others’ arms. The four interlocking circles on Mari’s. His parents’ waterfalls. An image of fireworks frozen at the apex of their explosion on Phichit’s wrist. Music notes for the conservatory student who had written the musical score for what had eventually become ‘Yuri on Ice’. He’d even noticed that Yuri Plisetsky’s mark was a white Siberian tiger when the younger boy had been wandering around the inn with his wrist bare one morning before the whole Onsen on Ice debacle.

No one else’s marks ever seemed to move on their own. He was the only one. The only one who had ‘something’ as a soulmate instead of ‘someone’.

Usually it didn’t bother him anymore. He could brush off the inquisitions of friends and family and fans. He had acted like it didn’t bother him for so long that he had almost come to believe that it didn’t. He could almost make himself believe that it didn’t matter. That his stomach still didn’t drop when his curiosity had gotten the best of him after a particularly emotional performance and he would peel back the soft fabric of his cuff to see the skater in yet another new position.

Then his whole life had exploded and for the first time in a long time, he found he didn’t have time to think about his abnormal soul mark.

For the first time in his life he was in love with an actual, real, live person.

For the first time, he didn’t care that Victor wasn’t his soulmate, couldn’t be his soulmate because his soulmate wasn’t a person. It was a thing. All he cared about was that the other man was here, and, for whatever small amount of time he was allowed, Victor was his.

~

Victor was very hands on when it came to Yuri. He’d noticed it in the beginning, back when the only reaction he’d been able to muster was stammering surprise and a quick retreat. It definitely hadn’t gotten better in the intervening months when they had moved their relationship further from coach/student and into something more personal.

The only time they had ever mentioned soulmates had been during that cathartic conversation they’d had on the beach. After Yuri had told Victor that all he wanted was for the other man to be himself, and Victor had agreed, they had sat in silence for a long moment. For once Victor had seemed content to leave the centimeters of empty space between them and Yuri was grateful.

Yuri had noticed the other man picking at the black cuff on his wrist. Squirming nervously, Yuri had mirrored Victor’s fidgeting by moving his fingers over to his own covered mark. That motion had caused Victor to jerk back to awareness again.

“Have you found them yet? Your soulmate, I mean.” Victor sounded truly curious and Yuri had come so close to just blurting out the truth. Instead, he simply shook his head. They had just come so far. Yuri hadn’t wanted to ruin that by revealing to Victor how much of a freak he truly was, so he’d said nothing. “Ah… I haven’t either, I suppose.”

“You suppose?” That had piqued Yuri’s curiosity. “You don’t know?”

“I keep it covered most of the time.” Victor shrugged as though that should have been obvious. Yuri was struck with a wave of melancholy. To think that you might have met your soulmate and let them walk away without ever knowing because you hadn’t bothered to look. Yuri had never thought of himself as much of a romantic before, but there was something so terribly sad about that he couldn’t help feel sad.

“I try not to think about it much.” Yuri admitted. “I’ve always felt more connected to my skating than any one person, anyways.”

“You aren’t lonely?” Victor was now looking at Yuri intensely, those blue eyes locked on Yuri’s profile. “You don’t want to find them?”

“I… I did. When I was younger.” Yuri smiled softly as a warm memory floated to the surface. “Someone told me something once, though, something that kind of… Shifted my perspective I guess.”

“Oh?” Victor leant forward, the space between them closing up again. This time Yuri didn’t feel the normal creep of shock and embarrassment. All he felt was warm. “Can you tell me what they said? I mean, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to…”

“They told me that a soulmate doesn’t always have to be something romantic.” Yuri paused and took a deep breath as he let the feelings from that day wash over him once more. He’d been so scared, so afraid that he was going to be left behind, even back then before he’d found out exactly how different he really was. He figured he should still be scared now, but he wasn’t. He was happy. Content. “We get so lost in the hunt for our soulmate that we forget what soulmates originally were, you know. They are supposed to be the one person who can give us what we need most in life, even when we don’t know exactly what that thing is. Oh… How did she put it…?”

“Sometimes you need someone to be there just to push you forward when all you want to do is give up, not hold you tight like a lover would.”

They had gone silent then as Victor turned Yuri’s words over in his mind. Eventually he nodded and leant back, reaching out across the gap to grab Yuri’s hand in his own. Yuri let him. He had felt the sharp jolt in the shift of their relationship that time. Right then, the only thing Yuri wanted to do was sit there watching the waves and holding Victor’s hand.

~

Yuri’s life had moved in a blur from that point on. Before he knew it, they were in China. Before he knew it, he was sprawled out on his back on the ice with Victor’s warmth on top of his and a gloved hand curled protectively on the back of his head.

Before he knew it, they were together, officially, and publicly. All those touches in private, stolen kisses, the lingering of fingertips on an arm or shoulder were laid bare for the world to see.

Yuri had never been more terrified or happier in his entire life.

He knew it was coming. The questions that were going to be asked once they left the relative privacy of the locker room Victor had found. The press was out there. Yuri and Victor’s friends were out there. They were all going to want to know the details. When did this happen? How long had they been hiding it? Where was it going?

Are the two of you soulmates?

They were sitting on a bench, thighs pressed together as Yuri tried to quiet the frantic beating of his heart. Victor was holding his right hand and just weaving their fingers together over and over again. Yuri squirmed a bit. His wrist was aching, the cuff must have been chafing through his costume. He ached to just rip it off and be done with it, but he couldn’t be bothered to move.

“You should get a new one.” Victor’s voice sounded overly loud in the empty space and Yuri jumped a bit at the sound, watching with wide eyes as Victor’s thumb moved up to tuck under the cuff. “You’ve been scratching at it for weeks.”

That much was true. The cuff had been more abrasive than it ever had before in the past month or so. Victor was right. It was probably time to get a new one.

Yuri should have pulled his hand back then, but he hadn’t been thinking straight. Honestly, how could he with Victor pressed against his side and everything that had just happened? Looking back, he figured he was probably still in shock from being kissed by the man he had come to love in front of the whole world.

Victor hadn’t meant to do it, but the cuff was old and the snap was weak. When Victor went to pull his thumb away, it caught on the edge of a slight tear in the fabric and the whole thing came off, fluttering to the floor forgotten instantly.

They both stared down at Yuri’s bare wrist. Yuri couldn’t breathe, his mind fuzzy and he heard Victor’s sharp gasp next to him.

The figure skater on Yuri’s wrist was dancing.

“I’ve never seen it move before.” Yuri’s voice was barely even a whisper, but Victor must have heard.

“Yuri…” Victor gently removed his hand and slid away just enough so there was no longer any contact between them. Yuri’s skater instantly froze, locked in the middle of a triple axel. “Yuri, what do you mean you’ve never ‘seen’ it move before.”

Yuri laughed then. He couldn’t help it. The whole thing was just so absurd. Victor waited it out patiently. Finally, he was able to get his thoughts together enough to formulate a response.

“It moves sometimes, when I skate.” Yuri looked up now, looking into Victor’s impossibly blue eyes. “I’ve never seen it happen, but the position is always different after I’ve been deep inside a performance. I… I always just thought that meant skating was my thing. The thing I needed the most in my life… I never thought it would be a person, too.”

Victor reached out and pressed his index finger onto the skin just underneath Yuri’s mark. The skater there finished its axel and flowed into a step sequence. Victor removed his finger and it stopped again, arms out and back arched, one leg hovering over the surface of the imaginary ice.

“I thought I was the only one…”

Yuri’s brow knit together in confusion at Victor’s words. The Russian grinned nervously and unsnapped his own cuff, letting the silken material drift to the floor as well. On his right wrist was the silhouette of another figure skater, locked in the same graceful arch as Yuri’s.

“Yuri, I thought I was the only one!” Victor sounded excited now and Yuri could feel the tug of the emotion deep within himself as well. “That’s why I would always wear the cuff. Sometimes when I would skate it would change positions by the time I was done. I didn’t know what to think so I just hid it.”

“Wow…” Yuri leant over so that he could put their wrists side by side, closing the gap and pressing their bare skin together.

The skaters moved again, synchronized in their dance now. Yuri felt his heart beating too hard again, but he didn’t care. He did have a soulmate! He did! He had a connection to another person so strong it could manifest over thousands of miles of distance in the one thing they both held dear to their hearts. Their love of dancing on the ice.

They watched the figures move for what felt like a long time, but had really only been a few minutes.

“What are we going to say?” Yuri had heard a noise from somewhere outside the room. Their time alone together would be up soon. Someone was bound to find their hiding spot and then they were going to have to face the world once more. Suddenly that thought didn’t seem as daunting as it once did.

Victor didn’t say anything at first, seemingly content to just watch their matching marks dance together. Yuri glance up to see a warm smile on his lips.

“Let’s not tell them just yet.” Victor met Yuri’s gaze with his own and Yuri felt something hot curl in the pit of his stomach.

“I just thought of the perfect addition to your exhibition skate for the Final…”

Forbidden (Jungkook x Reader)

Rated : M (smut)
Genre : fantasy, slight angst, demon au
Plot : you’re an angel who went down to hell to deliver a message. You then met Jungkook, a demon.

Where am I ? I know I shouldn’t have said yes… but how can you resist Jimin’s eyes ? He’s such a fluff ball ! Let me explain, Jimin had to go deliver a letter to someone in hell, but he wanted to go see his human soulmate Yoongi so he asked if I could go for him, not wanting Father to know (even though he know, you can hide nothing from God). Let’s just say I hate Hell, it’s cold one minute and burning the next, it’s dark, all the passages look the same, no colors, no nothing. I’m not any kind of angels, I’m an Originel. Father created 3 Originels to help him rule heaven, they hold the most powers. After us he created the other angels. Jimin is the heaven’s messenger, that’s why it was supposed to be him transporting this letter. God why did I say yes ?! He could have given me better instructions ! I shouldn’t stay too long here, as an Originel my power is decreasing when I’m outside of Heaven. I heard something behind me, I felt a soft breeze on my back. Calm down it’s nothing, must be a small demon.
I continue to walk. Damm I was lost. I have to go back, the more I stay here the more I feel tired.
- Are you lost angel ?
The voice belonged to a demon (of course), he was tall, taller than me, with dark brown hair, red eyes that glint in the dim lights, and rosy lips that looked like he had bitten on them too often. He was wearing an all black suit and gloves… why gloves ?
- who are you ? I asked warily.
- My name is Jungkook. Fire demon.
- Do you know where I can find Kwon Jiyong ?
- He’s my father. Why ?
- Great ! Well give this letter to him ! I really have to go.
As I was ready to leave he grabbed my arm and pinned me against the cold stone.
- Not so fast angel, things have a cost here.
- Listen here, I don’t want to play games with you. Let me go, my energy is running out.
- So an Originel ? How interesting….
- Jungkook please…
he was to close, his breath was on my neck… there was this temptation that pulled me towards him. I really had to get out of here before I do something unforgivable.
I tried to get away from his grip but he was too strong, I could feel his muscles underneath his shirt. I’m getting dizzy… so so tired…
- you need to rest little angel.
The next moment I fell unconscious. When i woke up I was on a dark silk bed, in a room I didn’t recognize.
- where am I ? I spotted Jungkook in a corner.
- You’re in my room… I hope you feel better now ?
- I’m still tired …
- it’s cause you’re not used to it. Once you accommodate, the air will be more breathable.
- I need to go back to heaven…
- not now… it’s been so long since i had an angel with me.
- What do you want from me ?
- I think you know…
- I won’t let you taint me !
- You want it though (he was getting closer to me, fully on the bed), you’re curious right ? (His hand was on my calf, slowly going up) I know you’re attracted me (he stopped mid thigh) I can smell your arousal little Angel.
- Jungkook I’m an Originel. If you, if we do that, we’re both dead.
- I’m already dead Y/N
- How do you know my name ?
- Everyone here knows about Y/N, the perfect Originel, as pure as the snow from the mounts of heaven. You punished many of your kinds… you let Jimin have an affair with a human though.
- Don’t ever say that again.
- You owe me a lot now, how do you want to repay me ?
- You can have some of my feathers. Originel feathers are really expensive and rare right ?
- I want your purity, let me have a taste of it.
- Jungkook please don’t do this to me, to you.
- If you’re the last thing that happens to me then I could die happy.
Next thing I know he was kissing me, I never felt such thing before. His lips were so soft yet the kiss was so aggressive… his tongue slowly asked permission to enter. I tried to resist but I couldn’t, my body was betraying me. I bit my lips and let out a loud moan. His hands were on my waist, my dress riding my hips. We finally separated out of air. His lips were now on my neck, licking and sucking hard. It felt amazing, so amazing that I will never admit it. Then without any warning he teared up my dress, leaving me completely naked and exposed to his hungry eyes.
- you’re gorgeous Y/N… so gorgeous.
He was gentle, he still had his gloves though… I wanted to feel his hands on me.
- Jungkook take off your gloves please …
- I can’t baby girl.
- Why ?
- I’m a fire demon, my hands will burn you angel.
- I don’t care touch me. I was a moaning mess underneath him.
- If that’s what you want…
he took off his gloves and start undressing himself. His body was marvelous, I couldn’t stop drinking every part of him. I wanted to touch.
- let me touch Jungkook.
- Go ahead angel face.
I touched his perfect chest, abs, I licked his neck and went down from there, putting extra care on every parts of his perfect body. His cock was like the rest of him, perfect. Long and thick, I gave it a tiny kitten lick, I heard a clear muffled moan which encouraged me. I tried to take all of his member in my mouth but he was too big. I began sucking him as best as I could.
- you’re doing so good baby girl… but now it’s my turn.
I was flipped over on my back, his body pressed again mine. I felt like I was burning, my whole body was on fire. He kissed my collarbone, my breasts sucking harshly on my nipples, I arched my back.
He slowly went down, kissing my inner thighs, I then felt something hot and wet at my entrance. He was licking me and damm his tongue was skilled. The softness of his mouth contrasted with his hand burning my thighs.
- Jungkook I can’t take it anymore, please just fuck me already !
- Such a dirty mouth for a pretty angel like you.
- Please I need you inside me…
he kissed me roughly while aligning his cock to my pussy. He slowly entered the head. I was going crazy, I needed all of him.
- Please more… I’m ready, make me yours.
- As you wish angel.
In a swift movement, he was in to the hilt. He let out a guttural groan.
- You’re so tight and wet baby girl, I could cum from just the feeling of you around me.
He began his movements, slow at first. I knew he was trying to be gentle but I wanted more.
- Fuck me Jungkook, I know you want it, don’t hold back.
- You don’t know what you’re asking for, I won’t be able stop.
- It’s okay, I want it, i want you.
Something in his eyes changed. He was going faster, the sheets were burning around us, my head was dizzy but it felt so amazing.
- yes fuck me harder Jungkook !
- You like being used like that little angel ? You like my big demon cock fucking you like that ?
- Yes yes I love it !
His pace was now erratic, then he completely stopped.
- Jungkook what …
- The bed is burning. Hold on to me.
I put my legs around his waist, next thing I know he was fucking me against the cold stone. His breath on my neck, I could feel his teeth marking me.
- Tighten around me baby girl.
- Jungkook I’m going to cum …
- Then let lose angel.
He was pounding into me so hard that I could feel the stone scratching my back but I didn’t care, the pain only added to the pleasure. He bit my ear and I was gone. My orgasm hit me while I cried out his name.
- Yes yes angel, let me cum in you please.
- Okay Jungkook, just do it, fill me up.
A few more thrusts and I could feel his hot release in my pussy. After calming myself, I fell asleep in his arms.
When I woke up, I was in my room in heaven, I wore a simple black dress, wait black ? I looked at my arms, there were burning marks on them, the rest of my body was the same, but especially big one on my hips and thighs… so it wasn’t a dream… I had sex with a demon. I heard a knock on the door, Jimin was there.
- Jimin ?
- Y/N, Father is mad, as well as the council… you’re going to be banished if you don’t plead rape.
- Jimin I can’t do that… jungkook, what will happen to him ?
- He will die, for touching you and marking you.
- But I wanted all of that ! It’s not his fault…
- Marking an Originel is forbidden. It’s punished by death, surely he knew about that.
Father decided that killing me was too harsh, he ripped of my angel wings and banished me to Hell, making me a fallen angel. Because I was an Originel, i was stronger than the other angels, some of my powers were still there. I became a dark angel. I wanted to see him, I wanted to see Jungkook again, the thought of him dead killed me inside. Strangely when I went back to Hell, the temperature and the dark didn’t bother me anymore, I feel like I knew where I was going. I arrived in front of a big black door, it was closed. Suddenly a black figure appeared in front of me.
- What is that you’re looking for little angel ?
- I want to see Jungkook.
- You can’t enter.
- Why ?
- You have to pay. Give me 2 of your feathers.
- Here take them now open the door please.
I entered, it was dark, the tunnel was long on each side were cells. I used one of my power to find Jungkook.
- Jungkook ??? You’re there ?
- What are you doing here ?
- You face, and your body it’s burned what happened ?
- I marked an Originel, I will die soon anyway…
- no no. I won’t let that happen let me heal you.
- Why do you want to save me ? You were banished, your skin, your beautiful skin is now tarnished with red marks… I took your purity.
- I don’t care Jungkook I just want you… I care for you …
- you don’t know me.
- It’s true i don’t… but what I know is that you don’t deserve to die like this. Please let me heal you.
- Go away angel… go away before I fall for you again.
He was exhausted and in pain, I took his hand between the bars and gave him a bit of my energy.
- You’ll live, and we’ll get out of here.
- I don’t deserve you.
- That’s for me to judge.
Suddenly he let out a loud scream, he fell on the ground, I could practically hear his bones cracking. What was happening ?
- it’s time for me to die… he whispered.
- No no Jungkook listen to me, I won’t let you die ! I was crying now, he was the only thing I had left.
I broke the cell and took him in my arms.
He was so cold… there was no more fire inside him.
- Kiss me one last time… he asked.
I leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss, my cheeks were wet and somehow I knew it was too late. He let out one last breath and his body turned into dust.

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“And She Was” (Simon x OC)

Title: “And She Was” (The cheesy art is mine, y’all, so please no swiping)

Character: Simon (The Walking Dead)

Tags/Warnings: Explicit language, eventual smut, slow burn

Chapter: 1/?

NOTES: This is part of my submission for @simons-thirst-squad‘s ABC’s of Simon! Q for quirky. I thought I’d write a fanfic and draw fanart to accompany it - there will be multiple chapters because dorky Simon is my kink. Enjoy! 


When I was a child, my mother owned a pale blue, beaten-up hatchback and we used to spend our summers driving in it to the beach. In hindsight, what we had considered a beach was little more than a wide ribbon of river water funnelling into the ocean. The colour of slate, glacial at any time other than mid July, with jagged rocks in the cove that cut open my left leg when I was six. Yet we still went back every summer, without fail. In the weird way that humans do. Making rituals out of nothing.

One afternoon last year on the car ride back, with my feet pruning from ocean and drying on the dashboard, she played a song by a band called Talking Heads. I didn’t know who they were, and I scarcely know now. But she laughed during the middle of the first verse and said she could have sworn the song was written for me.

“It’s obviously just about a girl getting high.” I said to her.

“Yeah, but if you forget that and actually listen,” She exhibited her point with a pause, in which I listened. “It’s just like you. Quirky.”

“Well, thanks. I’m quirky? As in odd?”

“Not in a bad way.”

I propped my chin on my knees and ignored her, instead poking the little grey crab swilling around in a few centimetres of dirty water in the bottom of my bucket.

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Live by the Sun, Love by the Moon Pt 2

Pt 1

Genre: Angst, college AU, future Smut

Pairing: Bff Hoseok x reader x Tattoo artist Yoongi

Summary:  One was like the sun, abrasive, warm, as if you had just been kissed by morning light.

The other was like the moon, dancing carelessly, breathlessly with the stars in the darkness of the night.

Two sides of the same coin you needed both, but in which side would the coin fall?

A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

The great thing about the next few days was the feeling of experiencing for once in your life new things, things as simple as meeting new people, people approaching you to speak to you because they really wanted to talk to you, perhaps for others this was something rather common and normal but for you it was something completely new, something that you weren’t used to but with the passing days the discomfort and the foreign feeling went away allowing you to walk freely through campus.

Jimin and Tae bombarded you with texts almost every day, you could say they were your friends by now, at first it had surprised you how well you got along with both of them, with only two weeks the awkwardness completely vanished as if you had been friends for a long time.

In these last two weeks you had met with them more times than you had left your apartment in a whole semester. Taehyung and Jimin were like two children inside the bodies of two handsome young adults, you couldn’t fully understand that duality they had, at home they were two fools who played all day and made jokes, out of house they were these handsome men that practically all women- and even some guys- wanted to conquer. It was funny to know their other side and to think what the others would think if they had the luck to witness the nonsense that you had seen.

Both told you anecdotes practically all the time, memories of their childhood, their teenange years; in almost all of them was Hoseok.

Hoseok, your best friend, with whom you hadn’t talked for 15 days in fact you had never stopped talking for so long before,  you couldn’t remember how much you both had lasted without talking, only one time when he went camping and had no phone signal but that didn’t count. To say that you only missed his presence was an understatement, you missed not only his presence, you missed his voice, his eyes, his laughter, his touch, the chats, the small jokes, the way he frowned and his mouth made a pout every time you denied something that he wanted just to end up accepting his request.

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Partners

A Bucky x Reader / fluff

A/N: This was a request submitted by @fstarta. I hope you like it! Let me know what you guys think. I love hearing from you! ♥

Word Count: 1,604

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the bottom)

*gif is not mine.

Sparring was a normal occurrence during training, both Steve and Tony assured to that. Surprising yourself, you were pretty damn good at it. Normally, you were paired up with either Wanda or Nat, but Steve had recently made sure he paired you up with his best friend Bucky Barnes; a rather large man with a metal arm, long brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a fucking attitude. He was extremely handsome and most often polite, but when you got the one up on him during practice, his demeanor immediately turned sour. There were those rare moments when he was in a good mood, almost flirty, but they were few and far between. You couldn’t help but wonder what form of Bucky you would be getting today.

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Joker Imagine - You’re a vampire

sotinycynthia-17 said:Could you please do an imagine where the reader is a vampire and j finds out?

/Here it is. I tried haha


Originally posted by jokerish-darkish-mindish

Originally posted by blacksilk-gothmodel

Your P.O.V.

I thought I had found the perfect resolution for my life. I thought that he’d never find out, but boy I was wrong.

I am a vampire.

A couple months ago I met my boyfriend, the one and only Joker. I was on a desperate hunt for fresh human blood. So I followed this juicy looking man to an alley where I attacked him. Little did I know that I was being watched. As I hit the guy’s head from behind and then got him down on the ground, I heard laughter. It made me tighten my grip on my victim and look around. I was so hungry, so angry and so bloodthirsty that I wouldn’t let anyone bother me.

As my victim was wiggling beneath my strong touch, the person stepped out of his hiding place. That’s when I saw Joker. I remember how his cold eyes met mine and his red lips curved into a wicked smile. ‘’I haven’t seen such a pretty girl take down such a big and strong guy in a very long time’’ Joker broke the silence with his carefully chosen words that sounded crazy from his mouth. I liked it.

I had just stared at him and held myself back from biting into my victim. I couldn’t let anyone see me, at least not fucking Joker. ‘’Why are you after..’’ Joker started and kneeled down. I watched as he kneeled down in front of the man who was scared for his life. Joker touched his jaw with his hand, hidden behind a white glove. I couldn’t deny that he looked very attractive all dressed up right in front of me. He was very interesting, I had admit it. ‘’..this fella here?’’ Joker finished his question. I yanked my victim’s hair and made him yell out loud, but I put my hand in front of his mouth.

‘’Just..killing my boredom Mr. J’’ I replied with a tough voice. He faced me again and smirked. I knew that I shouldn’t have kept looking at him, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to look away. I think at that moment he sneaked inside my soul and did something that made me want to stay.

I wanted him.

Not in a victim way, but something more..serious. I wanted to belong to this crazy man. I could already picture us together.

And my thoughts came true.

We saw each other at his club for a few weeks. I came by usually on Saturdays and he happened to see me there. Our ‘innocent’ talks developed into more heated discussions and until recently Joker and I took a big step forward. I wasn’t quite sure what I was thinking tho. He wanted me to be his partner, aka his girlfriend. I said yes.

How foolish.

We had been together for a little while now and I was just anxiously waiting for him to find out my big secret. We went out together at night, because I told him I hated days. I also slept all day and he did too so it was perfect. But I was scared to kiss him with tongue because he’d definitely feel my sharp teeth. I avoided mirrors. I just tried my best to act human. When we killed for fun and he left, I would come back to our victim and drink up the precious blood. 

There was a myth that vampires couldn’t eat anything else, but that was wrong. Or else Joker would have known something was wrong. 

       My eyes looked at the man we had killed a few minutes ago. His body was against the wall and he was bleeding from his wounds we made. Joker walked back to the car and I promised I’d be there soon. Little did he know I was going to suck this man completely empty of blood. I stepped closer to our victim and I noticed something. He still had a pulse.

It just made me smile. ‘’The fresher, the better’’ I muttered to myself and then grabbed his head so I could lean closer to his neck. As I opened my mouth, I already tasted his blood in my mouth. My senses were really sensitive which I liked. I could know what people’s blood tasted like by being close to them. For some reason I never got a temptation to drink Joker’s blood. It was strange, but right now I had other things to think about.

I sunk my sharp teeth into his neck, piercing his veins and then I attached my lips onto his skin. Then I could drink up. Just as I got started, I heard someone sneaking up to me. ‘’Y/N ‘’ I heard a familiar yet confused voice. My eyes widened and I dropped our victim down, quickly wiping my mouth with my arm. Then I did a cool thing where I made my fangs look like normal teeth again.  I turned around to face Joker. Our eyes met and I felt like a little girl caught stealing candy.

His face said it all. He was shocked and confused. Although I doubt he was scared, but I knew he was disappointed I hadn’t told him anything. ‘’I can explain..’’ I broke the silence between us. It didn’t make me feel any better. ‘’When were you planning to tell me?’’ Joker raised his voice and made me step back. He had never been angry with me so I wasn’t sure what to do. ‘’I kinda..uh I don’t know..’’ I mumbled nervously and looked away from his face. I screwed up.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my jaw. He was breathing heavily and he tried to make me look at him. ‘’Are you really a vampire?’’ He almost growled. My eyes stung, but I didn’t cry. I was just sad that I was caught. Instead of speaking, I just nodded. ‘’So that’s why my baby never made out with me’’ Joker purred and surprised me. I faced him and saw a big smile on his face. 

‘’W-why aren’t you mad?’’ I stuttered because I was surprised. His eyes were full of adoration.It really threw me off. ‘’Because that’s hot’’ Joker giggled darkly and then made me smile. I didn’t care about getting in trouble now, so I just jumped at him and gave him a big hug. Joker didn’t mind that I hugged him first. He wrapped his strong arms around me and then took a deep breath.

‘’Damn baby..You’ve got to show me all your tricks’’ He spoke happily and then pulled back so he could face me. ‘’With pleasure’’ I promised him. His blue eyes were darker. It’s like he was turned on. ‘’You need to promise me something’’ He suddenly got all serious. I nodded, allowing him to continue. ‘’Never bite me when you’re blowing me’’ He whispered into my eyes and it made me laugh softly. ‘’Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands’’ I tried to reassure him. J slapped my bum playfully. 

‘’I think that you’re the real batgirl Y/N’’ Joker thought out loud. I rolled my eyes. ‘’haha that’s funny’’ I tried to say seriously, but I couldn’t help but to chuckle. I knew he’d make so many jokes about me being a vampire and how vampires had things to do with bats.

‘’Now go get him baby’’ He encouraged me to finish our victim. I was more than happy to.

Red And Yellow.

This is for the wonderful @motherofallceilingfans​. I really hope you like this!

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I was just stepping out of the shower, when someone knocked at the door of my apartment. I froze, trying to think if I’d forgotten any visits, but nothing came to my mind. It was a nice Thursday evening, the night before Good Friday, so I wouldn’t have to go to university the next day. I’d decided to use the free evening to dye my hair, something I’d wanted to do for a long time. Now I was showered and all ready, but someone had to interrupt my plans.

I wrapped myself in a towel and walked over to the door to peer through the peephole. In the next second I opened the door and threw myself into the visitor’s arms.

My best friend Erik caught me effortlessly and hugged me tight with both arms.
”Hey hottie“, he joked. He looked me up and down, they he sighed with a smirk. ”You’re quite a sight, as always.“
I smiled cheekily. ”Too bad you don’t get to touch any of this.“
”Honey you’re breaking my heart“, he complained. ”But I’m gonna stay anyways. I thought I’d surprise you with pizza.“ He held up the shopping bag in his hand.
I immediately opened my door for him. ”I could kiss you right now“, I sighed as he walked past me.
”Do it then“, he teased, winking at me.

That was our relationship lately. Erik and I had established this flirty tension, where we teased each other endlessly. We were obviously very attracted to each other, but neither of us had taken any action to change our friendship into something more serious.
I certainly wouldn’t have anything against it, but I was also content with the status quo. Having Erik as a friend meant going to clubs and having someone to wave off all the jerks, it meant deep conversations at 3AM, and it meant free Borussia Dortmund games. It was a friendship I wouldn’t risk for the world.

I let Erik put the pizza in the oven and quickly went to change into sweatpants and a tank top.
”Erik?“, I called from the bathroom. ”Come help me dye my hair!“
He appeared in the doorway, a confused look on his face. ”What?“
I looked up at him from my place, kneeling in front of the bathtub.
”Yeah you just gotta mix the powder with the stuff in the bottle and then massage it in“, I explained.
He sat down and did what I told him. ”Red?“, he asked after reading the label. ”You are already a ginger!“

I scoffed. ”I am strawberry blonde, thank you very much. I was bored with the color. Besides, it looks weird with your jersey. I’m too blonde to wear yellow.“
”You look great in my jersey“, Erik protested, reading the instructions.
I opened my mouth, but he cut me off. ”Yes you do. Period.“ He put on the gloves. ”Alright honey. I’m going to do this now.“
I giggled. ”I trust you.“
He drew a dramatically deep breath, then he started. I closed my eyes at his touch, losing myself in his massage.
He was very gentle, and very thoroughly. We both were uncommonly quiet, but I wasn’t bothered by it. On the contrary, it was nice to be quiet with Erik.

”Alright, you’re good“, he said eventually.
Almost disappointed, I raised my head. Erik was waiting for me with the clear plastic cap, which he gently placed over my head. When he was done, I critically inspected my face in the mirror.
”You did a good job“, I said, seeing that there was no color on my face.
Erik rolled his eyes. ”Why this tone of surprise? I’m good at everything.“
”Sure honey“, I mocked him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. ”You are completely flawless.“

He seemed to have a smartass comment on his tongue, but he never said it. He just stared at me. That was when I realized how close we were, despite the height difference.
Five seconds, I thought to myself. If still hasn’t moved in five seconds, I’m going to kiss him. But before my time was up, the oven alarm went off in the kitchen.
”Pizza“, Erik said, his voice slightly hoarse.
I nodded and let go. ”Yeah.“ I quickly went to the kitchen and took the pizza out of the oven.

We ate in silence at first, then Erik initiated light conversation about an upcoming party that we were both invited to. I didn’t really say a lot though, my mind was occupied with our moment in the bathroom.
”Are you alright?“, Erik eventually asked.
”Yeah“, I said vaguely, staring at the table. ”Lost in thoughts.“
When I looked up, he was studying my face. ”You’re beautiful“, he said, completely out of the blue. He took my hand and squeezed it lightly.
I giggled. ”Where’s that coming from?“

He blushed. ”I don’t know. I hadn’t really planned on saying it. But it’s true.“
I smiled. ”I’m sitting here in sweatpants, an old top, and a plastic cap on my head. And you’re calling me…“
”Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful“, he interrupted. ”And you’re becoming more beautiful by the minute.“
I flushed heavily. ”Erik?“
”Yes?“, he said and took a sip of his soda.
I quickly spoke, before I could change my mind. ”Are you in love with me?“
He choked on his drink and spent the next few seconds coughing. Then it became very quiet in the kitchen. Erik simply looked at me with an unreadable expression.

When I couldn’t take the silence anymore, I simply nodded and got up to clean up the table. Against my will, my eyes started to burn, and a thin veil of tears blurred my sight. Erik cleared his throat, but I didn’t turn around, so that he wouldn’t know how disappointed I was. How could I have been so wrong?
”Yes“, he caught me off guard.
I froze with my hands in the sink. ”What?“
”I’m in love with you“, Erik said.
I lifted my head and looked over at him, his cheeks were red again, and his eyes were sparkling.

A grin spread on my face. ”Can I kiss you then?“
He chuckled. ”Yes. Absolutely.“
I just managed to suppress a squeal, and ran over to his chair. I cupped his face, then my lips crashed against his. He groaned, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me on his lap.
We fit perfectly. My body melted against his, our faces were hot against each other.
I opened my mouth and touched his lips with my tongue. His breath hitched, and I giggled softly.
The plastic cap on my hair crackled softly, when he put one of his hands against the back of my head.

His other hand went to the small of my back, and he got up with me in his arms. I slung my legs around his hip and broke the kiss, so he could see where he was going. Instead, I peppered sweet, short kisses on his heck.
Erik sat down on the couch with me straddling him, but before I could fully kiss him again, he cupped my face and looked at me. ”You didn’t say it back.“
I looked at him, puzzled, then I realized and smiled. ”Erik, I’m in love with you too.“
He grinned. ”There we go.“

We kissed again, more passionately this time. His hands explored my body, my fingers tangled themselves up in his head.
It was completely quiet in the room, except  for the sound of his lips against mine.
I was full with pizza, but I was still hungry, hungry for his touch. And he was all too willing to give me what i wanted.
We lost track of time. When I eventually pulled back, his lips were red and swollen, and his pupils were wide.
I reached for the hem of his shirt, but he stopped me.
”You should probably wash the color out. But after that, I’ll do whatever you want me to do with you“, he said.

I looked at the time and cursed. I’d left the color on way longer than I should have.
I sighed and got up from Erik’s lap. ”Wait here“, I said. ”I want to to see myself first, then I can warn you if it’s horrible.“
”You’re beautiful anyways!“, he called after me.
I chuckled and went to wash out the color. I didn’t dare to look in the mirror, before I was done blowdrying. The result surprised me. My hair was a deep red, a flaming color, that somehow still looked natural. And I liked it. But there was one last test. I quickly went into my room and put on Erik’s bright yellow jersey. I looked in the mirror and decided that I liked the bold combination of red and yellow.

I walked back into the living room to reveal the new look to Erik. ”So?“, I said, spinning around for him.
”Stunning“, he complimented. He got up and pulled me close. ”But you know what?“, he asked, his lips on my neck.
”What?“, I giggled.
Erik looked me deep in the eyes. ”I will take that jersey off you now. You can wear it tomorrow to the game.“
”You bet I will“, I said, and then I kissed him again.

COVERT AFFECTION | Bucky x Reader - Part 2

Originally posted by natpekis

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A/N: It will probably make sense stand alone, but I encourage you to read Part One before this!


A few days had passed since your mission and you hadn’t seen Bucky since. Why would you expect to? It’s not like you suddenly had become best friends after that. What would he want to do with a young recruit anyway… and why were you feeling this way?

You sighed, internally punching yourself. You couldn’t help but feel this way. He smiled at you, he never smiles at anyone, you thought. Well, no one except Steve. You remembered your days in training. Bucky helped a lot during the fighting stages. He was mostly silent, never showing any emotion.

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