i really like my eyes ok

attackontitanask  asked:

8 and 11 please Kaschy (also, for 8, it's not like I do it all the time, for sure 👀)

lol Em, I see you, I can’t judge you too harshly though

8. Have you ever shipped yourself with a character?

Nah, I’d much rather keep the shipping limited to characters within the work itself, lol. I do get a little obsessive over my favs though (as I eye my walls, half covered in Reiner, the other half covered in Kotetsu)

11. Talk about your favorite first kiss.

2 opposite ones, both very good

reibert - slow and hesitant at first, feeling each other out and nervous and butterflies and -omg is this finally happening??- that quickly turns into desperate make-outs since they have no idea how long they’ll live.

gallirei - first one could barely be called a kiss, porco bruisingly smashing lips together with reiner who reciprocates in kind. lots of teeth and tongue. Sucking on Reiner’s bottom lip and biting to the point of drawing blood. reiner licking at porco’s mouth, eager to share their breath.

gather round tumblr it’s time for a story about why you shouldn’t solicit conversation with a stranger with a put down about their generation

i sat down about 30 minutes ago in the lobby of a very nice hotel, intending to do some writing. i have my laptop and my cellphone. as i settled, i checked some stuff on my phone, then turned to my laptop. because there aren’t many plugs, i’m sitting in a cluster of couches and instead of being by myself there’s an he’s an older gentleman across from me, polo shirt, salt and pepper hair. was very polite when i asked if he minded if i tucked myself in the corner of the couch

but apparently

apparently

he thinks computers are full of satan or something

because no sooner have i opened up goddamn word when he goes, “you kids and your electronics.”

ah, excellent, unsolicited conversation with a perfect stranger that comes with a critique of modern communication. fight me, bro, you got no idea who you’re tangling with. so naturally i push up my metaphorical sleeves (metaphorical because i’m in a goddamn resort and pavement is melting; i’m wearing a very nice goddamn dress and i’d look like a fucking soccer mom named helen if i had blonde hair) and very politely, i smash his face into the floor with “i’m sorry?” in an utterly flabbergasted tone because dude wtf and no one delivers slick put downs when they’re caught off guard

“i’m here reading my newspaper and after this my wife and i are going on a hike” (lol good luck with that dude the pavement is melting and you want to hike in the mountains) “and we’re going to interact with each other.” he gives my computer a v pointed look

naturally, i have the perfect response to this. it is pithy and eloquent and will surely put him in his place: “i… like to write, and it’s easier on a laptop?”

“it seems to me” (HERE WE GO) “that your generation” (OH GOOD) “is losing the ability to interact with other people.” (O OK) “my grandchildren never take their eyes off their cellphones anymore!” 

and here he pauses and looks at me. as if he expects me to agree. 

so i say “you were born in the 50s, right?” he says he was born in 59. “well, it seems to me that your generation is really fond of adultery, embezzlement, and corporate fraud, among other things, and i’m really enjoying paying for your retirement.”

i admit: i had this line canned after a little snarl i had with my mom the other night.

he stares at me. i stare back. 

“you also realize,” i say, quickly typing socrates kids these days quote into google, “that people have been saying kids these days since socrates said, and i quote, children now love luxury. they have bad manners. contempt for authority. they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise.” i look up at him. he’s staring at me still.

i’m shaking because man fuck confrontation but also how hilarious is this because i literally had a fight with my mom about this twelve hours ago. i literally have a cranky tweet about it. “so it seems to me that making sweeping generalizations about people based on pretty arbitrary age groupings is kind of ridiculous since i’m pretty sure you’re not cheating on your wife or stealing from your company.”

he goes beat red because now i’m embarrassed him, and i feel really fucking bad because i didn’t mean to embarrass him, but also hey dude fuck you

SO OF COURSE he says “did your parents teach you any manners?”

and there goes the last of my embarrassment because hey fuck you dude the only person who can insult my parents is fucking me. and i say, without even thinking because this is when you have the snappiest rejoinders, “well they did teach me not to open unsolicited conversation with a stranger by insulting them so.”

at this point the dude’s wife shows up and they leave, and the waiter asks me if i want anything to drink and i’m like “yes please give me all your vodka” but instead i say “ice water” because the pavement is melting and if i puke from nerves after that, i don’t want to snort alcohol out my nose

that’s it that’s my story

🍖( ´ØwØ`)„ 🍟(ôuo )


(Chad belongs to/was drawn by @blesstale!!)

okay but what if:

 hunk and lance are on a mission one day and there’s not much going except some hardcore girl talk™ and lance is all like “idk man i don’t think I can ever tell Keith how much I like him” then it just cuts to keith and shiro on their mission side eyeing the speakers on their helmets because oh my god did that really just happen?? and a little while later there’s this crackle on lance’s end and just a quiet Keith voice out of nowhere like “I like you too?”

ok fine here’s my master list of arbitrary rules i use for mccree’s soul stealing

  • it takes a short period of direct mutual eye contact between him and a human for him to steal their soul
  • steal a soul is kind of…… more like claiming it. the person isn’t immediately affected by this but their soul belongs to mccree forever
  • mccree can kill them at will once he has their soul. he doesn’t have to right away but he can just OTK at any point
  • he really only does that in fights/out of anger
  • if he lets a person live then they just go through life normally but once they die their soul still belongs to mccree instead of passing on/etc
  • mccree can’t stop the soul-stealing once it starts (like, lock eyes for a moment)
  • knowing this he does tend to avoid eye contact/cover his face with his hat with people he’s not keen to damning, but he’s also not too bothered if he steals a souls on accident
  • stealing enough souls is… necessary for mccree to live peacefully
  • he tried stealng hanzo’s soul… just to check if he could… so now he knows he’s not a danger to him
  • turns out mccree can’t take souls from other supernatural beings
  • none of this actually really matters to the story lmfao, except for why he takes them in the first place
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Angel in the Darkness (M)

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Word Count: 5,468

A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

 part 2



Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.

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So I got bored and checked the weather for both Almaty and St. Petersburg and they're hilariously different so here's an otayuri drabble

Why the hell Yakov was making him practice in this heat, Yuri had no idea. But he hated him for it.

Sure, it wasn’t drastically hot, but 19°C was hot for St. Petersburg, and Yuri could be enjoying the weather if A: it wasn’t so humid, and B: Yakov wasn’t making him practice.

Yuri tipped his head back, the vertebrae in his neck creaking and tense muscles stretching.

“Hey Yakov-”

“Give me a perfect triple axel into a spread eagle and you’re free to go.” The old man told him, drinking from the water bottle handed to him by Lilia.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Yuri said, exasperated. “In this heat?”

“Vitya’s been making Katsuki practice his quads all day, at least I’m not that cruel.” Yakov shrugged.

“Actually, I’m doing this voluntarily.” Yuuri called, taking off and landing a frustratingly perfect quad flip.

“I’ve been trying to make him come home for hours Yakov, this is none of my doing.” Viktor groaned, leaning against the barrier and wiping his brow.

“You said it yourself Vitya,” Yuuri shrugged, pulling off an effortless triple axel into a spread eagle. “I’m going to need to try my best to beat you.”

“I’ve created a monster. I’m doomed.” Viktor sighed defeatedly, gazing at Yuuri.

“And Yurio-” He started, trailing lazily around the rink.

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m not stopping until I have both records, so I suggest you watch yourself.”

“Getting cocky, now are we, Katsudon?” Yuri asked, cocking a brow.

“Well it’s not the only thing I’m getting.” Yuuri shrugged, taking off into a perfect quad salchow, winking at Viktor as he landed.

“What the fuck have you done to him, Vitkor?” Yuri asked, slightly disgusted at the innuendo.

“I don’t know!” Viktor said exasperatedly.

“Alright, that’s it.” Yakov sighed. “Katsuki, get your ass out of my rink before you kill yourself.”

“I’m not even tired though.” Yuuri sighed, taking off into a quad loop.

“You’re hell bent on destroying my skaters and I can’t have that. Get out before you hurt yourself.” Yakov said firmly.

“But-”

“Yuuri.” Mila started. “We adore you, you’re sweet and talented and everything but with every jump you land, Yakov pushes us that much harder, so please, for the love of god, get the fuck out of the rink.”

“Okay, okay.” Yuuri sighed, finally skating off of the rink, Mila earning an exhausted ‘thank you’ from Viktor, who followed behind Yuuri.

“Yura. Triple axel. Now.” Yakov said firmly, folding his arms.

“Seriously?!”

“Yes. Now.”

“I’d like to see you do it, old man.” Yuri huffed, crossing his arms.

“Just do it, Yuri.” Yuuri called. “Anyway, we’re leaving for today, guys.”

“Finally!” Georgi groaned.

“Please take like, the next week off, you’re making us look bad.” Mila joked.

“No actually do, you’re driving me insane.” Yuri called.

“And Yakov said I couldn’t coach anyone.” Viktor smirked, pecking Yuuri on the cheek.

“Just leave already.” Yakov sighed. “Yuri, triple axel. I’m waiting.”

“For fucks sake, do I have to?”

“Do you want to lose the Olympics?”

“… fine.”

“That’s what I thought.”


Yuri unlocked his dorm, dumping his duffle bag at the door and kicking his shoes off. It’d been a week since Yakov and Lilia’s asshole of a son kicked Yuri out of his mother’s house.

He stalked over the mini fridge in the corner of his room, opening it and pulling out a cold can of fanta, wrenching open the tab and flopping down on his bed.

He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it and opening up whatsapp, ignoring the 689 missed texts from the Barcelona GPF group chat and scrolling to Otabek’s contact, selecting video call.

Otabek picked up after around the 3rd ring, and the imagine Yuri was greeted with wasn’t what he expected.

A flushed, tanned, sweaty, muscular chest and a giggling little girl in the background. The camera shakily carried up to Otabek’s face, where it was obvious that he older boy was fast asleep.

“Bekaaaa!” Giggled the little girl, a bony little hand with garish pink nail polish and ratty bracelets pressing down on Otabek’s chest. “Oyanw! Beka! Käne Beka!”

Otabek made a weird noise between a snort and a squawk, eyes snapping open suddenly as he lurched forwards.

“Sälem aytşı Yura!” The little girl giggled.

“Natya…” Otabek murmured groggily. “Nege telefonım bar?” He asked, reaching for the phone and pulling the little girl to the side. “Bul öte jaramsız.” He scolded, blowing a raspberry into the little girl’s cheek.

“Um… is this a bad time?” Yuri asked awkwardly, taking a sip from his soda can. “I can go…”

“Crap! Yura, I forgot. Sorry, I fell asleep and my little sister took my phone-”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Yuri shrugged. “It’s kinda cute.”

Otabek laughed, ruffling his sister’s messy black hair.

“Sälem Yura!” She grinned, waving at the screen.

“She says hi.” Otabek grinned, translating.

“Hi Natalia.” Yuri smiled, waving back, earning a gap-toothed grin from the little girl.

“Natya, Siz bizden kete alasız ba?” Otabek asked his sister, slipping back into his native tongue.

She nodded, waving at the screen.

“Bayt Yura!” She giggled, running off.

“She’s adorable.” Yuri smiled, sipping from the can again.

“I know.” Otabek grinned.

“Did you teach her to call me that?”

“Call you what?”

“To call me Yura?”

“She’s called you that since she saw you on TV at the Russian Nationals two years ago.”

“Why though?”

“Don’t look at me, she just does.”

Oh, Yuri was look at him.

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?”

“Huh?”

“You’re half naked. At least I think you are… I can only see your chest.”

“I’m wearing underwear if that’s what you’re asking.” Otabek snorted, flashing Yuri a crooked grin.

“Really? No pants?”

“It’s too hot.” Otabek shrugged, reaching for a something offscreen and bringing a glass of water to his lips.

“Seriously? Isn’t it like, 19°C? Kinda pathetic. And that’s coming from a Moscow native.”

“It’s 36°C over here.” Otabek said flatly.

“Damn, your coach makes you practice in that heat?” Yuri asked incredulously.

“Nah. Training’s cancelled. He’s passed out in the porch.”

“Lucky bastard. Yakov’s been forcing me to train.” Yuri huffed.

“Watch your language, Yura. My family is in the vicinity.”

“I’m like 300 miles away they can’t hurt me.”

“My cousin will find you. You know what Aleks is like.”

“And I hope you boys are keeping it PG-13!” Came the call of cousin in the background, causing Otabek to flush slightly.

“ALEKS!”

“I’m just saying! Your mother wouldn’t be too happy if she saw you-”

“Aleks, sabırlılıqtı toqtatıñız Beka!” Came a call.

“Dude I can hear like, your entire family, where are you?”

“In my back yard.” He shrugged, switching the camera so Yuri could get a view of the lush, green garden, and the hammock Otabek was laying in.

“Its huge!” Yuri gasped. “Your family must be loaded!”

“My mother was an Olympic silver medalist. That kind of set us up for quite a while, then I started to send money home whenever I got it.” Otabek shrugged. “Joq, Natya, şlangini tömenge ornatıñız!”

Yuri heard giggling in the background, along with running water. Otabek shifted, the camera shaking a bit as he moved.

“My sister has a hose, I’m going inside.” He explained as a jet of water splashed behind him. “Nope nope nope nope. Not today.”

“Are you afraid of getting wet, Beka?”

“No I just don’t want to get- AH!”

“Are you okay?” Yuri asked, cocking an eyebrow at the maniacal cackling heard in the background.

“Yeah, my sister just got me in the ass while I was running inside.”

“Damn, good aim.”

“Yeah,” He said, camera shaking as he went up the stairs, opening the door to his room and pushing in. “Yura?”

“Still here.”

“I’m gonna need to change but I’m too lazy to disconnect the call, can I just put you against a pillow so you don’t see anything?”

“Sure.” Yuri shrugged, tossing his empty soda can into the trash.

The screen went a dark reddish-brown colour as it was pressed against the pillow, the camera suddenly flipping just as the screen went black.

Yuri could see Otabek pull away, turning around and pulling down the damp, dark grey boxers.

What the hell was Yuri supposed to do?!

The rational thing to would be to tell Otabek 'hey the camera accidentally flipped and I can see your ass and probably dick but I’m not sure’, but for some reason Yuri couldn’t speak.

Otabek turned in the direction of the camera, humming to himself as he stopped up the boxers and tossed them into the laundry hamper at the edge of his room, walking over to a chest of drawers and pulling out a pair of boxers.

Otabek quickly pulled the boxers on, rooting through the drawers and pulling out some shorts and a t-shirt, putting those on too.

He reached for the camera, which suddenly flipped back to front facing as it was being pulled away from the pillow.

“Sorry I took so long- Yura, are you okay?” Otabek asked, suddenly concerned.

“Y-yeah I’m fine. Why are you asking me?” Yuri stammered awkwardly.

“Your face, it’s all… red. Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Yeah yeah I’m fine! I’m just a bit hot and sweaty from practice, I should probably shower.” Yuri said quickly.

“Okay…” Otabek murmured, unconvinced. “If you don’t feel better after the shower, call Viktor or Yuuri or someone like that. And make sure you drink a lot of water. And eat properly. None of that energy bar nonsense-”

“Okay mom, jeez. I’m fine, really.” Yuri said, rolling his eyes.

“Don’t get smart with me, young man.” Otabek said jokingly.

Yuri rolled his eyes, snorting.

“Bye Beka.”

“I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll call you later.”

“I really can’t stop you can I?”

“Nope.”

Yuri laughed, ending the call and flinging his phone onto the other end of the bed and pressing his hands into his face.

Otabek is hung like a fucking horse.

——-

I just winged it ok sorry

High for This

High for This by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam, John x Reader

A witch’s curse hexes the three Winchester men and reader, leading to a night of desire that would change things forever.

Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Threesome (NO Wincest), Fingering, Language, Dom!John, discussion of being high, dirty talk, orgasm denial, squirting, spanking, mention of a panic attack, Feels, A lil fluff, lack of protection, canon divergence. To be clear- the characters have all consented to all sexual acts in this story. 

Word Count: 8408 | On AO3 | This is inspired by the song High for This by The Weeknd, and my first song for @mrs-squirrel-chester Album Fanficfion Challenge. 

This fic had a mind of its own but I love it. I hope you do too :)


The Impala rolled into a parking space on the street and Sam killed the engine. I straightened the sleeves of my navy fed suit, and looked over at him.

“You really think she’s going to know anything?” Sam pestered, looking through the window.

“Witnesses said two of the victims had been here to see her for readings.” I responded, climbing out of the car. I patted my jacket pocket to make sure I still had my fake FBI badge. “She does readings on love and relationships.”

Sam rolled his eyes as we walked up the sidewalk to the old house.

“What if she’s really psychic then? She’ll know we’re hunters.” Sam suggested sarcastically as he looked over his shoulder to the street.

“Then we’ll improvise. It’ll be fine, Sam.” I responded, looking around the front porch. A bright Psychic Reader sign lit up the front window.

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I’ve never watched Naruto but I kinda fancy this Kakashi dude

Originally posted by oicean

I mean ??? so stunning ???

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Is he a ninja version of Ken Kaneki? He must be truly distressed then

Originally posted by kokoro4kakashi

he does look distressed my poor boy 

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Is he the dad of the group? Look at him he seems like a very supporting guy

Originally posted by osakaxkobe

so cool my dude 

Originally posted by demigodxtonio

the naruto run !!!! I know this one (1) thing !!!!

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I feel like his eye is a ??? really important plot point ??? there are so many gifs 

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bottom line I don’t know who you are Kakashi my pal

Originally posted by anbu-kakashihatake

but I love you

I am not shy. Having a social disorder does not make you shy. I can be loud. I laugh a lot. I’m outspoken and will do crazy stuff. I can take up all the space and I can voice my opinion. I can take attention. But ONLY around people I’m comfortable with.

I get panicked at the shop. I can’t go shopping or anywhere on my own. I can’t pay for items by myself. I have to count my change 20 times first. If I can’t plan the conversation I won’t talk to them. Talking to people i don’t know is almost impossible and talking in front of people is torture. I have to rehearse the words yes Mrs every morning to answer a register. If I’m out alone i can’t breath. Someone is always judging me. The way I look, how i walk, the clothes i wear… if someone laughs it’s always at me. These thoughts will drown me. I am terrified of telling new people about my interests from fear of judgement. When out with friends i will always watch what i say, I might slip up otherwise and everyone will hate me. I worry my friends just don’t know how to get rid of me. Every. Single. Day. When I leave a social situation i always regret most of what I say and think nobody really likes me. They just tolerate me. When someone asks if I’m ok. I have to say yes. If I talk about my real feelings, they will think I’m annoying and won’t care. They will call me dramatic. So it’s easier to say I’m good. If a friend even jokes about me. I take it to heart and pretend it’s funny. The minute I’m alone, I think of ways to change. I dwell on awkward moments that I shouldn’t. I can’t make eye contact, its to much. I cross the street so I don’t pass anyone. I’m terrified when someone says can we talk. I have read this post about 100 times for mistakes, from fear someone will point out a flaw.

These are some of what I go through. But I am not shy. No where near. Don’t confuse the two. There’s shyness but there’s also social disorders. They are not the same thing.

ALSO I’M NOT DONE 

HAVE YOU NOTICED NO ONE HAS REALLY PRAISED LANCE AT ALL THIS SEASON

and i’m not trying to be THAT  lance stan but seriously, all this season the rest of team has done nothing but poke fun at lance for being a goof or for being dumb (only one of which is true)

if i were to poke fun at my friends which i do, i always make sure to let them know that i don’t seriuosly mean it

and usually they’ll roll their eyes at me and be like ‘yeah i know you’re kidding it’s ok’ but i have to make sure because i know if i were them i’d start to overthink things and start to believe the things they’re teasing me for because i have insecurity issues and whole bunch of other stuff i don’t want to get into right now

 but like yeah imagine, you’re hanging out with your best friends, people you would literally die for and every day they tease you and call you the thing that hurts you the most and at first it’s a joke but then it becomes THE joke, the thing you’re suddenly known for and they don’t stop teasing and no one tells you that they’re just kidding, you start to think maybe it’s true, maybe you are that thing you hate, maybe they’re trying to tell you something, maybe they’re trying to say you don’t belong but they’re too nice to say it

ovv i’m taking this from personal experience but lemme tell you it is not a nice feeling

for every teasing moment there needs to also be a moment where you tell your friends that you don’t mean the mean things you say at least those are my rules of friendship

so next season i expect a lot validation and love OR lance blowing up at everyone and letting them all have it

Name: Bianca
Gender: Female
Occupation: Waitress
Crush: Boris

Personality: Acts like a kind, sweet and innocent cat during work hours but when off duty, she turns into a complaining drama queen. WARNING: Curses like a salior and she can be quite clumsy at times. When around Boris, she gets really flustered and jumpy.

Fur Color: Black & White?

Attire: Pink & White

Eyes: Pastel blue

☆ Author’s note: Sowwie, I would have colored her but my mom would get pissed at me for getting distracted from my work..so here is a crappy sketch of my oc.

art by kawaiitalesans

SO LIKE, I was looking through episodes to answer a post and I just noticed something in Horrificator…

A lot of people already pointed out the difference between the Chloe and Marinette almost-kisses with Adrien

and also Adrien giving Chloe the stink-eye for interrupting his almost-kiss with Marinette–

rude, chloe

But I noticed that right afterwards, Chat Noir was totally thirsty for a kiss??

And he was so thirsty that his lead ups to the kisses didn’t even make any sense??

LIke… Adrien, Chat… my dude… calm.

He really wanted to be kissed that day.

Bonus:

Please look at this cutepatoot’s face as he watches Marinette say her lines. PLEASE LOOK. is that tenderness really just acting we don’t know

ok one of the fucking funniest childhood memories i have is this one time when i was around 7

me and my friend would collect webkinz and some of them dated each other. my pink pony, lollipop was dating her lil’kinz penguin, michael

a few months later, people were playing american idol karaoke at some guys birthday party (for wii i think?) and thats where i heard rihanna’s unfaithful for the first time. i was literally so entranced and inspired that when i got home that night i listened to it again on youtube and read every lyric carefully

i got so inspired that i had the sudden idea to make my pony write a break-up letter to michael, but the words were going to be the lyrics to unfaithful with some pronouns changed. the letter was literally like

Dear Michael,

Story of my life
Searching for the right
But it keeps avoiding me
Sorrow in my soul
Cause it seems that wrong
Really loves my company

He’s more than a man
And this is more than love
The reason that the sky is blue
The clouds are rolling in
Because I’m gone again
And to you I just can’t be true

And I know that you know I’m unfaithful
And it kills you inside
To know that I am happy with some other guy
I can see you dying

I don’t wanna do this anymore
I don’t wanna be the reason why
Every time I walk out the door
I see you die a little more inside
I don’t wanna hurt you anymore
I don’t wanna take away your life
I don’t wanna be
A murderer

~Lollipop

i actually thought i was so poetic?? anyway the next day, my friend comes over as usual, and i say in the saddest and most sentimental voice, “um.. lollipop wanted me to give michael this letter… she couldn’t do it herself..” like i was really into this

so she opens the letter and after reading maybe 2 lines she just looks me dead in the eyes and says “these are the lyrics to unfaithful by rihanna” and i can still remember the blood draining from my face

Park Jihoon Mafia AU

warnings: sexual harassment, mentions of shock/panic/anxiety

  • everyone in your high school knows who park jihoon is
  • he doesn’t have ANY friends at school and he never talks to anyone
  • people say that they’ve seen him get into fancy black foreign cars after school 
  • and this guy in your homeroom swears he saw tattoos on jihoon one time when they were changing for gym
  • and of course, the rumors conclude that he must be part of 101, a notorious gang in your town
  • you choose to just ignore these rumors, opting for not judging him
  • when the new semester in school begins, he’s assigned as your deskmate
  • you’re a bit intimidated by all the rumors and how he never talks, but you decide to ignore it
  • he just stares out of the window the whole day or checks his phone
  • one day he gets a message and obviously panics
  • during lunch you’re getting something out of your locker when he comes up to you
  • “(y/n), can you cover for me? an emergency came up.”
  • you were surprised that he was even talking to you, but you nodded
  • “(y/n), where did park jihoon go? is he skipping school?”
  • “no, teacher, he felt sick and had to go home.”
  • the next morning, you see him and send him a thumbs up
  • “thanks.”
  • you still try not to be intimidated by how short with words he is
  • you have cram school that goes pretty late into the night, so you often have to take the bus home at 11 or even midnight
  • one night, you’re leaving at 11 when you realize a group of guys is following you
  • they start saying stuff to you, so you tell them to leave you alone and duck into a convenience store
  • you just purchase a pack of gum or something random, waiting for them to leave
  • and you don’t realize it, but jihoon sees you and notices how uncomfortable and scared you look
  • you leave the convenience store and continue walking and get to your bus stop + board quickly
  • and you realize the guys from earlier are also on the bus
  • you want to get off, but the bus already left the stop
  • you take a seat towards the front and try to just ignore them but one of them comes and sits down next to you
  • “hey baby, why don’t you come home with me tonight?”
  • “i asked you to please leave me alone”
  • “ay, don’t play hard to get, babe”
  • suddenly someone’s punching the guy
  • “she told you to leave her alone, punk”
  • jihoon yanks the guy away, glaring at him
  • the bus driver is like uM is everything okay?
  • jihoon reassures him that nothing happened, and turns to glare at the guys
  • “this is our turf, you’re lucky that i’m not calling my hyungs to take care of you properly”
  • you’re still really shaken up from what happened and you don’t really realize what’s happening around you
  • the guys get off the bus grumbling and jihoon turns to you, immediately taking off his school uniform jacket and draping it around you
  • “are you okay? did they touch you?”
  • you shake your head, letting yourself warm up in the jacket
  • “you’re safe now, i’ll make sure those guys don’t bother you again.”
  • you two sit in silence for a while, jihoon periodically glancing down at you to make sure that you’re not crying or going into panic or anything 
  • “what’s your stop? i’ll walk you home.”
  • “thank you, jihoon-ssi”
  • jihoon glanced down at you with a small smile
  • “jihoon-ssi? aren’t we deskmates?”
  • “well yeah but we’ve never talked”
  • “you can just call me jihoon, don’t worry”
  • he walks you home and makes sure that your parents are home and everything in case anything happens
  • “thanks again”
  • jihoon nods
  • “i’ll see you tomorrow!”
  • your parents are already asleep, so you decide to tell them the next day instead of waking you up
  • the next morning you’re shoving your stuff into your backpack when your parent’s like 
  • “(y/n), there’s a boy here to walk you to school?”
  • and you rush to the door and your mom’s like
  • “um excuse me did you get a boyfriend young lady”
  • “no, mom, i’ll explain when i get home!”
  • jihoon is standing there awkwardly, his hands are shoved into his pants pockets
  • “hey, i figured i’d go with you to school since i live pretty close to here.”
  • “oh! let me just go get my stuff, you can wait inside if you’d like”
  • jihoon stands in the hall awkwardly while you rush to get your stuff
  • he’s walking me to school….why
  • when you get back your mom is chatting excitedly to jihoon while he just stands there
  • when he sees you he looks super relieved lmao
  • the bus ride to school is a bit awkward? but jihoon actually talks for once
  • “your mom is nice”
  • “yeah, she can be a bit much sometimes, but i appreciate all she does for my family and i”
  • “she seems sweet”
  • when you guys arrive at school people immediately start talking about how you guys arrived together
  • “do you think they’re dating….”
  • your friends immediately start asking you questions at lunch and you explain 
  • you’re super embarrassed by all the attention you’re getting
  • like geez it’s just going to school together, not posting a couple picture on instagram…
  • he also picks you up and goes home w/you from your cram school?
  • “….i was in the area”
  • that night when you explain what happened w/the guys to your parents your dad wants to drive you home from cram school but you convince him that you’ll be fine with jihoon
  • your mom approves of this new plan bc she likes jihoon
  • (and his face lol)
  • so it becomes a regular thing, him walking with you to school + back from cram school
  • one day this random ass guy shows up on your porch
  • “hi, i’m here to walk you to school!” he says cheerfully
  • “um, who the hell are you?”
  • “i’m jihoon’s hyung, mentor, brother, thing”
  • “…..right.”
  • you get a text from jihoon like a couple seconds later
  • “i’m not going to school today, so i asked my hyung to walk you. be safe please!”
  • wow your heart isn’t speeding up at aaaaaall
  • “i’m ong seongwoo, at your service!”
  • “ok.”
  • you two are riding on the bus when he looks down at you in amusement
  • “you really don’t seem like jihoon’s usual type”
  • “we’re not dating.”
  • “oh, believe me, i know.”
  • you side-eye him
  • he snorts
  • that night after cram school you ask him where jihoon is
  • “oh, he didn’t tell you? he’s in the hospital.”
  • “THE HOSPITAL?”
  • “uh yeah, he got shot…”
  • “SHOT?????”
  • “yeah, his run got ambushed…….”
  • blank stare
  • “oh shit he didn’t tell you.”
  • you stare at him blankly
  • “where the hell is he?”
  • you text your parents some bs about staying over at a friend’s house and have seongwoo take you to the hospital where jihoon is
  • he has a private room
  • and all these super handsome guys in suits are standing around the room
  • you just kind of barge past them
  • “sorry kid, i thought she knew!” seongwoo yelled sheepishly
  • “yah, park jihoon, how the hell did you get SHOT?”
  • “ey, it’s the girl, maybe we should leave…” you hear someone say, and everyone kind of clears out
  • jihoon looks awful and he has a huge bandage over his right pec
  • “you’re here?”
  • he looks really surprised but also a bit pleased?
  • “stop smiling asshole, why are you hurt?”
  • you hit him on the arm, making him groan in pain
  • “don’t hit the invalid, please!”
  • “oh, sorry, sorry” you check to make sure he’s okay, fussing over his blankets and stuff
  • “so you wanna tell me why you got shot”
  • jihoon just kind of stares at you for a moment, reaching over to push your hair behind your ear
  • wow cheesy af
  • you blush obvs
  • “you know the rumors about me at school?”
  • “that you’re an asshole?” you asked bluntly
  • “no, no,” jihoon groaned “that i’m in 101″
  • “oh… yeah? and?”
  • he kind of just stared at you
  • and you stared blankly back at him and then oH
  • “are you trying to tell me you’re in a freaking gang?”
  • Jihoon just kept staring
  • “park jihoon, say something! my crush is literally lying in the hospital because he got fucking shot and he just told me he’s in a fucking gang and now he’s not saying anything?”
  • this stupid self-satisfied smile spread across his face
  • “stop smiling, you stupid jerk!”
  • “you like me?”
  • “what? n-no?” blushies!!
  • “you totally just said you liked me”
  • “…”
  • “yeah”
  • “i like you too~”
  •  “don’t be irritating”
  • jihoon reached down to lace his fingers with yours
  • “aww, young love” seongwoo stuck his head into the room, making you roll your eyes
  • “jihoon, out of all the guys you could have sent to pick me up for school, you sent that idiot?”
  • jihoon starts wHEEZING
  • “lmao jihoon’s girlfriend roasted seongwoo”
    “shut UP jaehwan”
  • jihoon pulls you down and kisses you gently
  • AND THEN HIS FUCKING HEART MONITOR STARTS BEEPING HELLA FAST LMAO
  • (since his heart was beating really fast)
  • you start laughing at him as his face turns bright red
  • “aw, cute”
  • you kiss him again wowow
  • you know that he leaves to go do his duties after school while you’re at cram school
  • and every day you kiss him and tell him to be safe
  • “i know, babe, i will be”
  • you get to know his hyungs pretty well
  • they inform you that he’s been crushing on you since he overheard you defending him that he wasn’t in a gang (before you knew him)
  • “but you were in a gang”
  • “yeah, but you were so trusting in the fact that you shouldn’t trust a book by it’s cover, i couldn’t help but like you!”
  • “and he would talk about you EVERY SINGLE DAY”
  • “shut up seongwoo”
  • jihoon would be like bright red but you’d find it totally adorable
  • if he ever can’t walk you to school, he doesn’t send seongwoo anymore lmao
  • you’re not a huge fan of his involvement in 101 but you understand that it’s not really something he can leave
  • you’re just worried for his safety
  • one time you bring him home to meet your parents and they actually really like him?
  • i mean he’s charming and sweet
  • your dad is suspicious at first but warms up to him
  • and when he’s leaving you kiss him goodbye quickly on the front porch
  • and as you’re heading back inside, he does the wrist grab™
  • he kisses you again but this time it’s way deeper
  • like lip biting, fast heart beat, hands gripping hips deep
  • and you pull away breathlessly, kissing him again lightly 
  • “what was that for?”
  • “just wanted to let you know that i really love you”
  • you hug him, letting your head rest against his chest so that you can hear his quick heartbeat
  • “i love you too, babe”

a nice intro to this mafia universe :) this one was like dipping your toes into the pool to see if it’s cold?

**unlike the harry potter scenarios, i HAVE NOT pre-written this series. as soon as i finish a scenario, i will post it.