i think i just want more reasons to hate them besides that i hate masks

[SUMMARY: Edward Blake has sex with a virgin who happens to be the young niece of one of the men he works with.]

Consensual sex.

*Some blog names didn’t tag.

Note: In these imagines I portray Edward Blake as someone who did not sexually assault anyone.

Eddie and Liz.

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Summer Boy || Jeon Jungkook pt.05

{ pt.06}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut/Fluff-ish/slap in the face

Word Count: 4,643

~ SO sorry that it’s been forever since I last updated. So much been going on these past few weeks and this series is coming to an end soon. Hope you enjoy!♡

The days following Jungkook’s and I event on the beach, he messaged and called me excessively. At first, he tried to apologize, then began to dismiss the topic and was only trying to get my attention. I ignored all efforts to communicate and avoided unwanted encounters. After four days of rejection and silence on my side, he stopped trying completely; then by the sixth day, I began to miss him.

I had myself locked inside the house and sometimes only my room. My friends began to worry since I had failed to speak with them at all. I sometimes heard some of the guys over; mostly Jimin, Namjoon, and Hobi but never Jungkook. The days or nights I was cooped up in my room, I found myself peeking out my windows to look into his. My window was unlocked but the blinds were closed and I only ever saw the door to his room. The lights were off most of the time I checked and I wonder if he was in there in the dark like I was.

It was one of those nights I went to bed early, just as the sun was going down, but I really just laid there in bed. I drifted in and out of slumber when I eventually, I woke up to laughing and a cold sweat. My room was dark and the only crack of light came from under my door. Faint talking could be heard from the living room and I recognized Jin’s laugh instantly. I sighed, missing the good times we all spent together but I couldn’t find the courage to make the move to face them. I was too embarrassed with what I have become over the last week; when I normally wouldn’t care.

I decided to go back to sleep, pushing the covers off my sweaty neck down to my waist.

 "I don’t know. Jungkook said he would meet us here…“

I almost didn’t hear what Namjoon said. The drowsiness was scared out of my system as my heart stopped for a minute.

 "My Kookie has been unrecognizable lately, he’s never home and is out all hours of the night,” Jin said not long after.

 "Yeah, same with (Y/n)…I feel like I haven’t seen her in a week, and she hasn’t even left the house.“ The worry in Bitsy voice made me feel guilty.

 "Those two really need to talk things out. I wish they weren’t so stubborn.” Jimin said.

Hearing that Jungkook was also acting out fed to my guilt as well. Why was I being such a drama queen? I wasn’t acting like myself. I was never afraid to face a conflict, but things just felt different with Jungkook involved.

I grabbed my phone and looked through the old messages from him. I wanted to text him so he could come over but it’s been so long. What if he stopped texting me because he was over it already? Which would explain the behavior Jin was talking about.

Do you still wanna talk?

My head was beginning to ache with all my conflicting thoughts. Would he even text me back? I pulled my pillow into my chest, holding it tightly, while I closed my eyes. They were still talking but had changed the conversation. The last thing I remembered was staring at my phone screen and before knew it, I was asleep once again.

I woke up to a faint knocking sound, but as I came to my senses it was quite forceful. The room was still dark and it could have been nothing past midnight.

 “Go away, Coco…” I mumbled into my pillow.

The knocking continued regardless, not till l allowed the sound to ring in my head, did I realize it wasn’t knocking against wood but against the glass. I pushed the blankets of my legs and went to switch on the lights. Walking over to my window, I lifted up the blinds to find Jungkook standing on the other side of them.

I stood numbly looking at him; his face was different from the last time I had seen him, he looked a bit puffier but his cheeks were blushed. I was afraid to let him in regardless if the window was open. He had no specific expression on his face but it still held a gentle and unsure look. For a moment he looked away from me and back to reach into a book bag, I hadn’t even noticed he had on. My head tilted with my brows scrunched when he pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels, holding it up for me as if it was a way in. I bit the inside of me cheek still hesitating to let him in. Jungkook paused for a moment before once more reaching into his bag, this time pulling out a single can of coca cola with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

 “It’s open.” I turned away from him, walking to bed, and hearing the window open as I sat at the edge.

I rested my back against the headboard while I drank down all the water I had on my nightstand. Tapping my fingers against the now empty glass while Jungkook opens up the bottle of Jack. He scooted closer to me offering to pour me some and I stopped him halfway up the glass. I reached in his bag that was sitting between us for the can of coke and filling up the rest of my cup. I watch Jungkook take a swing straight from the bottle resetting it at the opposite side of the bed. I took a drink from my cup as well, the over sweet cola making the harsh whiskey more bearable.

 “(Y/n)…” My eyes shifted towards him. Jungkook was sitting with his knees spread and the bottle held between both hands. He was staring at the brown liquor sway in its glass prison. “I don’t know…what you think that was on the beach but-”

Jungkook stopped speaking for a moment, unsure of himself and what he wanted to say. I took another sip from my cup to find the strength to go through the conversation. “I just hate this wall you put between us before anything could even happen.”

His eyebrows were knitted, he was frustrated with the situation at hand. I didn’t know how to explain to him that it wasn’t anything personal, at least not at first. I couldn’t deny that my distance from him had grown from what I first intended it to be. I knew what he was feeling- how he was feeling.

 “You’re right.” I took a gulp of my drink allowing it to burn in my throat. “What I’m doing isn’t fair, and the last thing I wanted was for it to bother you so much.”

I could see that it was hard for Jungkook to be so honest about how he felt. I could see the hurt in his eye whether he tried to hide it.

 “I like you.”

I gulped at his sudden words, looking away from him at all costs. “Jungkook-”

“And the only reason I would ever have the balls to admit that; besides the fact I’m a little drunk, is because I think…you might like me too.”

I ran my hand over my forehead and temples. It was obvious he had been drinking before coming here, so that was giving him an unclear mind. If he was speaking the truth, that meant things would have to end.

 “Why are you trying to create something between us? This wasn’t my intention- there’s nothing between us.” I drank down what was left in my cup, trying to release some of the frustration.

 “I’m not saying that,” Jungkook mumbled faintly. He leaned over to pass me the bottle so I could refill my glass. “I know what this is.”

 “Jungkook, please.” I wanted to mask his words with the liquor in my cup. “All I know is there’s been a stigma around me. I have my reasons to keep my distance…”

He watches me drink straight from the bottle, where his lips had been just seconds before. “I don’t know what your reasons are but they can’t be that complicated.”

 “So what if they aren’t? You think you can fix them?”

 “Baby, if you’d let me, I wouldn’t hesitate.” He yanked the bottle from my hands just as I was about to go in for another gulp. “I could tell why you would doubt me.”

 “Enlighten me then.” I put my cup down on the nightstand and leaned on the headboard.

 “Well you aren’t the ‘single’ type,” Jungkook’s confidence was beginning to show. “The fact that you are trying so desperately to stay that way probably stems from a bad relationship.”

Normally, I would take offense for his first comment but the alcohol was buzzing my head. He was right regardless of what I thought.

 “How observant of you,” I said sarcastically. He shrugged and smirked my way. “I’m afraid it’s a little more complex than that, though.”

 “Why don’t you tell me about it then?” I laughed aloud intentionally. Jungkook was not easily offended to my luck. “Or should I keep guessing till I get it right?”

 “Try me.”

I was very aware that Jungkook would be up for the challenge but I couldn’t stop to see the wrong in this. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t strong and yet, I wasn’t as paranoid or dramatic. But I would surely do something I would regret in the morning.

 “You said you’ve only slept with two other people- I don’t necessarily believe that, though. I think you have actually only dated two people.” He was completely wrong but I was interested to know what he thought. “My guess is that you dated some asshole, who only slept with you for a couple months before he left. Then the second guy you liked after but he wasn’t interested in a serious relationship, which he probably never admitted, still, you devoted your time to him.”

Though he was wrong, Jungkook words brought back unwanted memories. Ones that flared anger in my heart and only feed my paranoia. I grabbed my drink and only wanted to bury myself in its poison. Jungkook spoke with confidence but when I failed to respond, he noticed the change on my face.

 “Do you think I’m that stupid?” I said with spite. I was that stupid but it angered me that he could see it. He saw the tears build in my eyes before I looked away from him.

 “No.” He said noticing his mistake. He placed the now half empty bottle to the floor, moving up the bed a bit more. “I think you’re strong.” I was keeping the tears on the brim of my eyes. “But you’re scared of your feelings cause of what he did to you.”

He sat on his knees beside me, hesitating to go any further. Jungkook was growing closer, wanting to comfort me but I rejected his affection in embarrassment. I was stubbornly full of pride; I hated others pity and sympathy for my stupid choices. My head was beginning to flutter with all different emotions. I was no longer crying about my ex but about everything else. How things with Jungkook would never work out; not a relationship, not even a friendship. I hated the fact that he wanted me in a different way than I was using him. But he was the reason I was thinking that I didn’t want to be so empty and hollow anymore.  

 “Jungkook, please…stop.” My voice cracked slightly under my hushed words. He tried to touch the hand on my lap but I moved it away to push some of my loose hairs back and regain my composer.

 “You don’t have to hide, I won’t do anything you don’t tell me too.” I sucked in a shaky breath, turning my head to face him and met him only inches away from me. His dark chocolate eyes were scanning my face for any signs of objection as he leaned in. My lashes were wet, sticking to each other as I looked up at him and watched his eyes shut softly. I allowed his wet lips to timidly graze mine and my mouth responding erotically by nature. But the kiss wasn’t hot, it was warm and comforting; it was loving in its most innocent form. He cupped my face as a way to relax and ease my immodest behavior. I melted into his touch feeling tense and unsure of what I was getting myself into. It was just like on the beach; Jungkook wasn’t trying to establish any dominance between us, it was simply adoration. “Tell me what to do…”

Jungkook tried to pull away to speak but I kept him close because his affection was stimulating. I grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his skin shiver under my hand. My tongue playfully brushed against his, bringing him to hover over me and continue what we had in mind. I pulled on the collar of his shirt, moving my exposed legs to rubbed against his, easing him on top of me. He pulled away once I struggled to breathe, our hot breaths hitting our lips with the smell of whiskey.

 “I don’t wanna be lonely anymore,” I whispered. Nudging my nose against his, I shut my eyes in hope that he would fulfill the aspiration I longed for. “I’m yours.”

There was so much more to say but nothing left to do. I gave myself over to him without a second thought. I wanted what he could give me; comfort, affection, and bliss. Despite what my emotions would be in the morning, this is what I need at the moment. A simple touch from him was enough to set me free.

Jungkook took his time savoring my lips, loving the taste of liquor and me in his mouth. His lips were so soft and just the right amount of moisture to let his tongue slip in. Jungkook leaned me down with my back against the bed. He hummed against my mouth as my hands slipped down his neck and chest. My hand rubbed under the material of his shirt, where his toned chest hid. Jungkook pulled on my waist arching my back off the mattress. His other hand ran up my leg and caressed the flesh of my thigh. He didn’t seem to mind the bit of stubble while he moved under my cotton shorts, feeling the warmth of my inner thigh. Goosebumps shivered down my spine and on my legs. Jungkook’s lips were traveling down my chin with softly pressed kisses. My hand followed the landscape that was his arms while he sucked lightly on my neck.

He paused for a moment to remove his shirt as he started to grow hot. I leaned up to attach my lips on his defined collar bones before he had even thrown the shirt behind him. Jungkook chuckled with a slight groan as his hands grabbed my waist and pushed up my thin shirt up to feel more of me. I followed in his action and removed my top. Jungkook was quick to attack my neck and chest, pushing me gently back onto the bed. His hands cupped and caressed my figure as he left a trail of kisses between the valley of my breasts.

His name left my mouth softly, he was the only thing playing in my mind. My legs tingled with the feathered kisses he left down my abdomen. He kept his eyes open the entire time, admiring my body on his way down to my navel. He stripped my of my shorts but left my damp panties on, kissing and teasing me through the fabric. I squirmed on the bed as his hot breath tickled over my clothed mound. Jungkook took his time running his hands over my thighs and hips.

 “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, (Y/n).” He whispered, barely enough for me to hear him. “But I want you,” Jungkook leaned in to kiss over the wet spot on my underwear. “all the goddamn time.”

His words like honey made me whimper and move my knee up, to allow him more area between my legs. I wanted him too. Way more than I was willing to admit to him and even myself. I picked myself up to get a better look at him before he started. His gorgeous face between my thighs was a sight that would be burned into my mind forever. Jungkook smiled up at me, hooking his hand around my leg and kiss the warmest part of my thigh, still, maintaining eye contact. I moved my hand over to him, pushing his dark hair out of his eyes.

I leaned back and watched him hook his fingers around the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my knees and off my feet. He could not keep his eyes off my core, he looked at me with such lust and hunger. I could feel my face and chest grew heated with a breath caught in my mouth, trapped under my bitten lip. His hot soft mouth kissed my lips, running his tongue over the soft flesh. Jungkook’s teasing lips curled into a smile as he peered a look my way. I moaned silently in my mouth while my legs tensed and threshed beside him. He brought out his tongue to brush pass the small bud sticking out from my soaked folds. My hips jerked as he flicked his tongue against my clit, using the wet muscle to stroke against the bundle of nerves that caused me so much pleasure. His mouth worked wonders against me, wanting to make my eyes shut and cry out. The satisfaction shivered and shook throughout my body, made my core rock in flames.   

 “Mmm.” His lips hummed against my core as he found my wetness lower at my entrance. He tongued over my entrance while his hand spread my folds gently. The lewdest sounds were coming from his mouth as he sucked at the arousal dripping over my skin. My cheeks heated and the rest of my body screamed for more and all of him. Whines left my lips each time he opened his mouth for anything. His free hand was rubbing on my thigh to keep my legs from closing around him. My own hands were grabbing on the sheets, not knowing what else to do with them and keep them from pulling his head any closer to me. He must have had a similar feeling because his hand left my thigh and grabbed a hold of mine; he locked his fingers with mine and allowed me to squeeze as hard as I wanted. His hold was welcoming and eased me into his mouth with enjoyment instead of storming through it.

 “Oh! My God…” I hissed as he licked back up my heat to wrapped his sweet lips over my clit. He groaned against my heat as he felt my hips press against him and move against his mouth. Jungkook kept his tongue out and mouth still to let me rock against his face; my abdomen tensed on and off as I tried to keep the beautiful rhythm up myself. His eyes watched me intently as I gasped for air and struggled to please myself.

I could see my wetness glisten over his lips and watched how he enjoyed licking them clean. He let go of my hand to take a hold on both of my thighs, letting my legs rest of his shoulders and beside his head. His face disappeared in between my thighs and a long moan fell past my lips. Jungkook added pressure to my heat and he lapped his mouth over it. My walls began to clench at the pleasure building over my core hoping to find my release soon. Jungkook was working just to that goal in mind when he began to quicken the motions of his tongue.

 “Jungkook! Yes, yes please.” I was losing my voice as it began to fade into no words but merely sounds of ecstasy. My stomach was tightening from the violently heavy pleasure, threatening to drown my body to its numbing point. My legs started to shake around Jungkook’s head and his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me close to his mouth. He brought his hand around to my clit, using the pads of his fingers to pressed shapes into it while his mouth slipped along the rest of my skin. My heels dug into his back as my voice grew louder and everything in my head was wiped clean; except the feeling of complete and utter bliss.

 “I want to wake up by your side.” Jungkook’s mumbled as he kissed up my stomach and rubbed my legs from the aftershocks of my orgasm. The pool of my heated blood was still running through my body as he came back up. I only got a quick glance of his dusky eyes before his head disappeared into the crook of my neck, kissing my clammy skin and taking my hands in his.  

 “Kiss me, Jungkook.” I whined softly. I found his lips with my own, cupping his strong jaw while he brushed his tongue past my lips. I could taste myself on his tongue and it only caused me to become further aroused. His denim covered hips pressed into the bare skin of my core, taking my breath away with each roll of his hips. He kissed my cheek after pulling away, watching how my eyes hazed in lust at our explicit contact. His neck veins showed through his skin when he tried to keep his groans in. He looked gorgeous with sweat forming on his face, giving him a soft glow in the light above us.

 “I’m going to make you mine, (Y/n).” While he continued to kiss me cheek, his hand was working on the buttons on his pants. My hips were bucking and squirming under him and he pushed the fabric down his legs. His length was already between my folds, lubricating himself with the juices he had caused. “Can I?”

I nodded frantically, pecking his sweet lips once more before locking eyes with him. “Yes.”

He pushed his head through my entrance, my tight walls wrapped around him and throbbed. Jungkook pressed his lips against mine breathing heavily as he pushed himself the rest of the way. I gasped into the kiss, my eyes shutting at the sensation of his length filling me. I still managed to keep our lips moving through the mild thrusts, there was a lot of tongue but it didn’t feel overwhelming. Our lips pressed passionately slow, the hunger of intimacy and endearment was something I had not yet experienced with any man.

My hips pushed into the mattress each time he pushed in, only to pull out and keep the sequence going. I felt the pleasure intense when he hit the deepest parts of me, causing strange noises to erupt from my throat. I felt as if there was a cloud of misty surrounding us, in which we could only feel each other and our connecting bodies. It was a pleasure that builds like no other, it took longer but more care when in it, making it more authentic.

 “I think you’re gorgeous.” Jungkook said faintly, causing my eyes to open slowly. His lids were half closed, trying to keep his eyes on me the entire way through. His bottom lip flushed red from his teeth biting into the soft flesh.

I wanted to keep kissing him but the moans leaving my mouth prohibited it. My legs caressed his while his hips pushed between my thighs. His thick brows and damped hair framed his lightly tanned skin. Jungkook’s gripped my hand at the same time he began to push into me harder. The sound of his skin hitting against mine joined the heavy breathing and moans in the room. With a single arm, he tugged at my lower back and brought my hips up to meet his. Our locked hands were resting pinned beside my head. I rocked my body against him the way he liked. My heat was becoming sore and raw from the friction between us but it only added to the pleasure. I could feel myself begin to sink into him emotionally, normally scared to, but now I only wanted to fall in deep.

Jungkook kissed along my jaw, lips pressing soft wet kisses as far as he could reach. My free hand was wrapped around his broad shoulders; only wanting to keep him and never let this end. Short on breath, he still managed to whisper sweet praises in my ear. Making me feel like I was the only women in the world for him. My legs shook on and my only response was to wrap them around his hips.

 “Fuck! Baby…” Jungkook groaned, shutting his eye for the first time. He took in a sharp breath between thrusts and swallowed hard. “You’re going to make me come.”

He pressed his entire body against me, hips to hips and chest to chest. His pelvis was grinding hard into my most sensitive skin and my breasts only moved along with his body each time.

 “Don’t stop…Jungkook, please.” My orgasm was approaching slowly but strongly. I couldn’t make words in my head much less speak them. My voice had turned into a symphony of crying pleasure as it snuck up my body. Soon I was moaning with every thrust and every second my body was at its highest point of stimulation and sensitivity. I held him close as I was coming to my end, as was he. My ankles locked around him and I kept him still in me with only minimal movement. Our cores connected and throbbed together was enough to lose ourselves in each other.

My mind was wiped clean and my body gave in to him, convulsing with bliss and delight. I could feel Jungkook spill his warm seed in me, a sensation I was not familiar with but enjoyed to its fullest.

My heart was beating fast against his chest, where he was surely doing the same. Our hands were still locked but the grip was loose as our bodies became numb. Jungkook’s face was hidden in the crook of my neck with almost his full weight on top of me. My body was burning up but I didn’t want him to move; he did, however, pull himself out of me, leaving only an empty feeling behind. I removed my hand from his and wrapped it over the other one.

 “Don’t leave me.” Tears were welling in my eyes as he lifted his face for me to see. I pushed his hair aside and caressed his delicate features.

 “You want me to stay?” Jungkook asked hoping he heard correctly. His eyes were tired but full of joy when I nodded my head. He kissed my lips, wrapping his arms around my body and pulled me on top of him as he rolled onto his back. I looked down at him with an embarrassing big smile on my face. Jungkook’s eyes creased at the corners, showing off his adorable bunny smile. I made myself comfortable in his arms and beside him as he pulled the sheets over us.

The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.

But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.

making it work.

Originally posted by watch-me-wang

inspired by these prompts (one) (two) by @the-modern-typewriter

“Why do you hate me?”

“Hate you? I don’t hate you, that would require me spending far too much time thinking about you.”


“You could at least pretend to care about someone other than yourself.”

“I could, but lying is a sin, dearest and it seems like a lot of effort. Or are we also pretending you think I’m a good person?”

genre: angst(?), romance 

word count: 1.7k

Getting married to Jimin, sorry Prince Jimin, wasn’t my choice nor his. It was obviously my parents, they had arranged all of this since the two of us were in the womb. I hated being engaged to this jerk, he knew he was on top and took advantage of it, at least I was still humble despite my power. “Do I have to marry him?” I asked my father seriously, “It’s already been decided, so don’t you go off.” How he knew I would flee, I had no idea but I was going to do it anyway. I couldn’t stand Jimin, he was the definition of ‘I’m the prince so bow down to me because you’re unworthy’, specific as it may be that pretty much was a summary of Jimin.

I was grateful that I had decided to learn how to drive when I put an overnight bag into my car; the way I dressed made me appear like a commoner, this was a recurring thing I did. The hood of my jacket was pulled up as you drove away from my mansion into the next city over, where I usually ran away to. The car windows were down and I drove at a high speed until I reached your favourite place to be. It wasn’t magnificent, nowhere near home but it was comfortable and warm, unlike home. My phone was switched off, I had an emergency backup if I really needed someone. I entered Kai’s, my secret best friend, house and flicked the light switch.

“Yo, Kai! Where you hiding?” I shouted and her small head appeared from around the corner. “___? What are you doing here?” she laughed as she placed down her frying pan. “First of all, you’re ridiculous for thinking a murderer or burglar would switch the light on when they enter your home. Second of all, I wanted to get away from the hectic stuff at home. The parents are making my become Jimin’s fiancée.” I told her, dropping my bag and rolling my eyes simultaneously.

“Oh, the dickhead prince that the whole nation knows about? The one that has a new girl back at his everyday?” she asked as she walked towards her kitchen. “You got it. I’d be okay with it if it weren’t him, he’s so arrogant and annoying and I want to punch him every time I see him but enough about him. What’ve you been up to lately?” I asked Kai as she poured me a glass of juice. “School stuff, a couple dates, guys and girls. No luck.” she muttered as she sipped her juice. “At least you have the freedom to date.”

“Where is the princess?” father spoke as I was found missing from my room. “Did she leave? I specifically told her not to!” he said, practically ripping his hair out of his head. “You know she’s more likely to do things when she’s told not to.” mother told him calmly as she had her breakfast. “Where did she get that from?” “You were no difference as a prince, honey. Sneaking away to see me. You know, maybe we shouldn’t have arranged her marriage, we’re not arranged.” she told him. “But we’ve done what we’ve done now.” father muttered, giving up on wondering where you were. “She’ll come back in her own time.”

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Summary: The reader is an Avenger with the ability to communicate with animals (telepathically) and has a huge crush on Loki. Loki always says supposedly patronizing things to the reader and he asks his brother and her close friend, Thor, why she hates him. She doesn’t hate him but he doesn’t know that.

Fandom: Marvel

Characters: Reader, Loki, Thor, Kuno(python), Niko(ferret), Jax(wolf), Ukko(fox)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, bad communication, low self-esteem, fear of snakes, implied smut (like literally all of the build up and references but no actual smut)

Word Count: 2,188 (holy shit that was way longer than I expected)

A/N: First time I’m writing Marvel but I’ve been obsessed with it for years (I even have the Marvel encyclopedia) so I’m not as worried about this as the other new fandoms I’m writing for. Still, it might not be too good. Italics are animals speaking or the reader speaking to animals.

*Quick translation: Nata means daughter, it’s what Ukko refers to the Reader as. Soror means sister, it’s what Kuno refers to the Reader as. Parva Soror means little sister and it’s what the Reader sometimes refers to Niko as. 


Originally posted by thenewpact

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Reader’s POV 

     “Hey, (Y/N).” You glanced up from your feet, where one of your animal companions, a wolf pup named Jax, was drifting off to sleep.

     “Hey Loki, what’s up?” You looked back down at Jax to see him glance up when he heard your heart beat speed up, having known you long enough to know that that meant Loki was around.

     When are you going to tell him? He probably likes you too. 

     I highly doubt that, Jax. I mean, have you met me, or better yet, have you seen me?

     Exactly, (Y/N/N). You’re one of the most kind and beautiful humans I know. He would be dumb and blind to not return your feelings.

     “Hello? Earth to (Y/N)?” You looked back at Loki, unaware that he had been speaking while you and Jax were talking.

     “Sorry, I was talking to Jax.” His face perked up at that. He had always found it interesting how you communicated with animals.

     “What about?” You blushed, trying to avoid looking at Jax.

     “Nothing important.” You could literally feel the eye roll Jax was doing. “Anyways, what did you come to talk to me about? I’m assuming you didn’t come just because you enjoy my company.” He shook his head, as if trying to chase out a thought.

     “I was going to say that I don’t think you should go on this mission with us (Y/N).” You narrowed your eyes at Loki, angered that he would think you weren’t strong enough.

     “I’m just as capable as the rest of you,” you gritted your words out from between your teeth. He had the nerve to look exhausted, as if you were the one being annoying.

     “I wasn’t saying that, I was just saying that you could easily get hurt and-” You cut him off, your eyes glowing the dangerous yellow that broke through when you were too angry, you’re anger seeping through the borders between the human side of you, and the animal side.

     “Just because I’m no Asgardian God, doesn’t mean I’m weak Loki.” You spat his name out before storming out of the room, trying to hold back the tears coming. It hurt knowing that the man you were in love with thought you were weak.

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red umbrella

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

in which it’s raining again.

genre: angst (with a very, very slight mention of sex)

― yoongi x reader

a/n: inspired by soyou and baekhyun’s rain and kikwang of beast/lee da in’s drama twenty

    HE STILL REMEMBERS. Everything―like it all happened yesterday. He remembers seeing you shiver in the cold rain with your red umbrella. He remembers how especially vibrant the red was compared to the gloomy monotonous bus station. He remembers how much he thought that umbrella was an eyesore. He remembers how you offered to share that ugly umbrella with him after seeing that nothing was protecting him except his flimsy black, black hoodie. He remembers how, even though he could only see you through the raindrops in his eyelashes, you were stunning. You leaned against him subconsciously to warm yourself, taking no notice of how his heart skipped a beat and how he closed his eyes, drinking in the moment as if it were his lifeline.

He was in love.

He is in love.

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Bound || pjm v. jjk [4]

Originally posted by yourpinkpill


The Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3| 4

Characters: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Categories: Angst, Fluff

AU(s): Soulmate!AU

Based loosely off of this soulmate au prompt and BTS’ Perfect Man Cover:

Where for whatever reason, your clock is stuck/frozen/it’s not counting down anymore but it hasn’t reached 00:00:00:00 yet and you’re freaking out because this hasn’t happened to anyone before.

Word Count: 2,176

Sypnosis: All your life, Park Jimin has been by your side and secretly had your name adorning his arm. Ideally, you would share the same fate until you find out that you’re destined to be someone else’s; Jeon Jungkook.

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    That same day, Jungkook and you hold hands on your back to the loft that Jimin and you shared. The touch of someone else’s hand that is not  Jimin felt unsettling despite the familiar tingle that you hate yourself for starting to enjoy. What sense did it make that Jimin, a boy who has loved you for years, can be easily erased by Jungkook?

   He’s your soulmate.  

     You shake your head at the prospect because you will not be that easy. You owe Jimin more than that. All the mantras that he nearly ingrained into your mind should not leave in haste just because of some pretty boy waltz into your life with your name printed on his arm. You value Jimin’s love and friendship more than that.

    You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you do not notice Jimin’s arms snaking around your waist and pecking your cheek. The slight stab of a knife is how it feels, but you’ve grown to love the pain if it meant that it came from Jimin. A wince does not even manage to leave your lips, much to your delight, and Jimin almost marvels in response. “How are you feeling, jagi?”

    “I feel a bit tired but I was waiting for breakfast.” You say with a smile as you lean your head back to catch Jimin cheesing down at you. Despite his clear opposition to soulmates, he never failed to make you continue to believe in them. He was a paradox in himself and you adored every aspect of that.

      Jimin pouts his lips before drawing a small heart over your collarbone as you look up at him, blinking, “You should have kept sleeping, I could have made you breakfast.”

       "I didn’t want to wake you up. Plus, you’ve got to go work.“ You say with a strained smile on your lips. "Hurry up so that you can slay today, alright?” Your words of encouragement never fails but to make Jimin smile and he nods before jogging back to the room that he and you share (technically Jungkook too, but you liked to ignore that fact).

   The soft sound of a yawn halts the silence (with the exception of the tea kettle and pancakes). You know without looking who it is; after all, only he could make a flower bloom under your skin without even being near you.

     "Morning beautiful.“ Jungkook murmurs tiredly as he wipes the last traces of sleep from his eyes and sits next to you at the island as you patiently wait for the tea to finish. He spots your right hand that taps against the granite countertop. He swallows hard as he places his left hand on the top too, side eyeing you.

     You clear your throat, "Did you sleep well? I really hate that you sleep on the floor when the couch can double as a bed.” The concern laced in your words does not go unnoticed by the obsidian haired boy and he chuckles softly under his breath. “You don’t have to sleep in the same room as me.”

   "But who would take care of you when you wake up in the middle of the night?“ Jungkook asks, watching how your eyes dart from the tea kettle to your fingers as you twiddle them nervously. He’s noticed how sensitive you are about that. "I’m sorry, was I too straightforward?”

      You shake your head but never allow your eyes to meet the somber brown ones that gaze at you. “No, it’s fine. I really don’t mind your honesty, Jungkook.”

     The room stills when a certain orange-haired boy, now dressed in his usual dance attire, enters the room and sits on the other side of you. Love adorns his orbs and Jungkook can see how emotionally invested he is in you - but that still does not stop the hardening in Jungkook’s chest to think that he will never have the ability to truly have all of you as long as Jimin is around.

   "I’m sorry jagi but they moved class up a bit earlier than usual and then I have work.“ He rushes to get the words out; a frown adorning his soft features at the idea of not only leaving you but also leaving you alone with Jungkook when the idea bothers him so much. He leans forward to peck your hair before turning his focus to Jungkook. "Make sure to take care of her, okay? She means everything to me.”

      Jungkook obliges, not in the mood to argue with Jimin, as a sudden pain pecks at his scalp, the same place where Jimin had kissed you. He narrows his eyes at how intent you look on masking your pain and smiling up at Jimin before kissing him goodbye on the cheek. The unadulterated action makes Jungkook grit his teeth but he sighs softly. It’s only a matter of time when he will share the same fate.

     After Jungkook watches you rise to lock the door behind Jimin and lock it, he finds himself jumping out of his chair to catch you before you hit the ground hastily. The look of disdain in your eyes is a whirlwind that consumes Jungkook as his mouth falls agape at your actions. Were you honestly in this much pain?

   "Y/n-ah, are you okay?“ He asks you, fingers stroking the side of your face as he kneels to sit beside you. He stares at the tired look in your eyes and he immediately recognizes it as the kind of tired that sleep can not fix and that makes him swallow harder. He takes your right hand that rests on the door knob and caresses it in his hand.

     You wheeze ever so slightly, wanting to move away from Jungkook out of love for Jimin, but you only curl closer into his arms. It feels as though by merely being with him, you feel better. "It hurts so much, Jungkook.” Jungkook only nods at you, his eyes never leaving yours as your eyes stare vacantly at the picture of Jimin and you that is just on the other wall. “I love him so much that it hurts me and I can’t tell him how much it hurts because I know he’s going to leave. And I don’t want him too.”

           "Y/N-ah, I can’t tell you enough how much pain I feel because of you,“ Jungkook begins while squeezing your shoulder in comfort as the two of you sit against the wall, "but you being in pain does not only affect you, it hurts him too. Do you think he feels good knowing that you could die any minute because of his happiness? He doesn’t, Y/N-ah, and I know this because I can see it in the way he looks at you.”


“Because I look at you the same way.”

      For the next three weeks, flowers bloomed in your rib cage each morning only to wilt by noon. The daily trial of wiping sleep away from your eyes becomes laborious.  Two in the morning becomes your body’s favorite time to rebel. By two fifteen, you’re in warm arms that don’t belong to Jimin but to Jungkook and you hate to admit it, but you know exactly why.  

     "I don’t get it.“ Jungkook’s voice is husky against your ear. Remnants of sleep drawl in his voice. His hands, soft like rose petals, cradle you in his lap. Each touch blossoms against your skin and you swear that you’re going to meet your wit’s end. "Shouldn’t she be getting better than before?”

      Jimin hates to agree with the younger boy; nevertheless, he nods knowing that he is right. Something is not right. The look on Jimin’s face cuts you deep like a knife and you wince in pain at the mere sight of him. “Jagi, you need to go to the doctor. You can’t continue to suffer like this.”

     "No!“ You scream quickly, shaking your head almost violently at the prospect. Jungkook’s eyes widen at the prospect of you so vehemently saying no. His grip on you tightens, hoping to soothe you but that only causes you to squirm more in his arms. "I can’t go.”

    Jungkook steals a glance at Jimin, worry dotting his brown orbs. “She hasn’t been to the hospital in months,” Jimin explains before leaning closer to Jungkook and you; he presses his hand against your forehead to check your temperature. It is needless to say that the contact makes you whimper in pain at the sudden jolt of cold that rips through you. “The last time we went, they threatened to separate us.”

  “Would that honestly be bad?” Jungkook states thoughtlessly. He kisses the top of your head as he says this while not making eye contact with Jimin once. “She’s only suffering because you’re here. Wouldn’t it be best if you just let her alone-”

 "Jungkook, shut up-“ You say in the midst of trying to catch your breath. Your eyes beckon to Jimin, hoping that he would be the bigger man and ignore Jungkook’s words.

   To your disappointment, Jimin clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Do you talk just to hear yourself?” He runs his fingers through his amber hair. “Do you think that I can leave her?” Jimin stands up from the tousled bed, the white shirt adorning his torso leaving his collar bones up for display. “I’m biologically attached to her just like you-”

  “If you loved her as much as you claim to, you would let her be happy. With me.” Jungkook takes his gaze away from you to focus on the orange haired boy. “Every day, I wake up to her soft cries - aching, suffering, hell, dying - all because of you? Do you have any idea how suffocating your presence must be for her? How are you going to act in good conscious when you wake up one day and she’s no longer there?”

 "Jungkook!“ You cough, "I’m not going to die.”

      To your left, Jimin stands upright. His bottom lip being intercepted by his teeth as he thinks. The idea of you not being by his side - no not even that, the idea of you no longer existing cripples him to his core. It feels like a tsunami, earthquake, and a hurricane all at once. “Evidently, Jeon Jungkook,” Jimin takes a deep breath, trying to use the correct words as he watches Jungkook tenderly do his best to care for you. With eyes like a hawk, they narrow at his every action for his world is in Jungkook’s immediate embrace. “Her condition has not improved as much as it should.”

     Jungkook’s eyes harden at Jimin’s words. “What are you trying to say?”

     "What I’m saying is that she should be better like you said.“ He scratches the back of his neck. It’s evident that Jungkook’s words are ingrained in his mind now - much like that of the doctor from all those months when you first found out of your broken clock and all those times he worried of being a defect. "You don’t think I’m good enough for her, do you?”

      “Of course not,” Jungkook quips before shifting his eyes from Jimin’s accusatory eyes to that of you who lays tiredly in his lap. He sees the disapproval in your eyes. “She’s my soulmate. I was made for her. I love her with every fiber of my being and surely love her as much as you love her - if what you feel for her is even love.”

     Jimin licks his bottom lip. “Aish, this kid.” He narrows his brows at the younger. His blood boils just at the sight of him and it is certainly not just the biological component that comes with you being his soulmate.

     "You trying to invalidate Jimin’s love for me does not justify yours any more than his does. It’s pointless to argue.“ You’re overheating now and you can barely breathe. Your grip on Jungkook tightens as you reach out to Jimin with your left hand. "I’m going to be okay, alright?”

     Jimin’s wavering eyes meet your own and he can see the tiredness in your eyes, just as he always has and it cripples him to his core. He only wanted what was best for you, even if it wasn’t him. He tells you this every day even if it pains him to say it - yet you never listen. And you never will listen and he knows that. The very thing that is meant to piece you together is tearing you apart piece by piece, brick by brick, atom by atom. He would not lose you; even if it meant giving up what he loved most; you.

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A Medic And Her Captain

For @anonymouslydevious65 who wanted kakasaku SWAT team AU with hate to love. I don’t know much about SWAT so I played it off like it was a shinobi team. I hope you like it!

Also on ao3 and Fanfiction

               “This is all your fault!” Haruno glared at the man across from her, whispering angrily in the dark.

               “My fault? This is your fault!” Kakashi spat back at her.

               She rolled her eyes at him and muttered curses under her breath. “Whatever. Who knows how long we’re going to have to stay down here?”

               At her question, he glanced up at the bared hatch they had slipped through. The moonlight barely slipped through giving them just enough light to see each other’s faces. He figured they were in a basement of sorts. There were boxes all around them and the dust that covered even the floor told him that no one had been down there in probably years. He knew they would be safe here, well hidden from the enemy.

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Secret Love Song; Taeyong.

Request:  “Helloo~ Can I request a taeyong scenario based on the song “secret love song” by Little Mix? Thankss”

Genre: Angst.

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is my first time writing a scenario based on a song, so, yeah, if this sucks or gets too long or too short (?¿) is because I had no clue of what I was doing, lmao. Also, writing this made me realize lots of things related to idols and relationships. I guess it’s kind of sad that they receive so much hate for doing something normal like falling in love, but, not matter how jealous and protective I’m toward all the members I know that the NCT stans are not going to disappoint me if someday this happens. This fandom is really respetful and it’s full of smart people but, just in case, remember this and never stop being supportive, no matter what the situation is, ok? Never forget that our boys are still babies doing their first steps and they need us by their sides.

Also, idk if this is what anon was expecting of me to write, honestly I had lots of ideas while listening to the song’s lyrics but I hope that y’all enjoy it a lot anyways!! ^^

You put your cup of coffee down and sighed, the pain that this horrible headache was giving you every time was harder to ignore but even more painful was the simple though of your boyfriend. You missed him so much and you felt so insecure without him by your side, comforting you.

The sound of a thunder suddenly caugh your attention. You walked towards the gigantic window of the room and looked at the million of rain drops that were falling from the grey sky. Feeling that the weather was understanding your feelings more than thousands and thousands of people would.

When you hold me in the street and you kiss me on the dance floor
I wish that it could be like that, Why can’t it be like that
‘Cause I’m yours

You saw some people avoiding to get wet, running with smiles in their faces while looking for a little roof that could protect them of the rain that came so suddenly. A few seconds later you recognized him, entering quickly to the building where you were waiting for him, wearing all black and protecting his face of the rain with the hood of his jacket. A ungrateful feeling of sadness suddenly was invading your body at the though of him.

We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls
It’ll never be enough

“I’m really sorry for making you wait, y/n. The rain made things harder for me.” He said while taking his now wet jacket off and leving it on a corner. “How do you feel, honey?”

“I feel so frustrated and.. kind of… disappointed?” You felt pain in your heart by just thinking about it one more time. There was so much that you wanted to say and having all this strong feelings that you couldn’t express was killing you inside. Taeyong sat beside you with a concerned expression in his face, and you looked at him in the eyes. You took the warm cup of coffee and silently offered it to him, he accepted it but then made a funny expression when it was too strong for him, making you smile weakly. “So much things happened to us in so little time, don’t you think?”

“Yes, I’m feeling really frustrated for the same reason too, and I know perfectly that you don’t deserve all of this, Y/N. I’m so sorry that this is happening because of my fault, and-”

“Don’t say that,” You interrupted him, making him go silent. “It’s fine, I know that if I stay by your side we can overcome it.” You took of your jacket and got closer to Taeyong, putting your small piece of clothing around his shoulders to keep him warm again but getting lost in his intense eyes. “Just.. don’t leave me, that would be even harder for me to surpass.”

“You know I would never do that, espeacially in a situation like this.”

It’s obvious you’re meant for me
Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly
Every second, every thought, I’m in so deep
But I’ll never show it on my face
But we know this, we got a love that is homeless

“You know, even if the public’s response to our relationship wasn’t the best.. I don’t feel regretful at all. Everyone knows that you’re mine now and It’s a relief for me to being able to finally stop hiding my jealously when other people talk to you.”

His comment produced a sad laugh to come out of you, making him smile. But you knew perfectly that it wasn’t like that at all. Your relationship was public now, yes, but now you won’t be able to have dates outside because of the hate that both of you were receiving from part of haters and some fans.

You had to admit that your relationship would never we normal. You’ll never be able to have real dates like normal people does, like going to the cinema or a café and just talkabout your day, and that your biggest bother is how rude this random guy was with you because he was getting late for his job or something like that. You had to cover yourselves with mask and always wear jackets with hoods, and you didn’t even complain about the hundred of persons that were hating both of you.

Why can’t you hold me in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
'Cause I’m yours

Your relationship would never be normal, but that’s a risk that you decided to chose just for him. The feelings that Taeyong woke up in you were more powerful that the hate of a thousand of different people. You know that with him by your side, only the sky is your limit. 

anonymous asked:

Hey IR idiot! Remember how Orihime brought ichigo to life? How ichigo needs to protect orihime before anybody else? Ya know ichigos poem is for zangetsu? Remember how you pretend to like Orihime? Remember how IR is a pretend ship created by idiots?

Look, IchiHime fans are never, ever going to be open-minded or thoughtful when they read and interpret anything in Bleach. I get that. The mind-numbingly ignorant comments, attempts-to-piss-me-off reblogs, and the obsessive endeavors of enlightening me with 10+ hateful inbox messages prove that to be fact.

Oh and self-promotion here, but I got an IR post in the works that’s just gonna blow that “pretend ship”  and “Zangetsu over Rukia” bull crap out of the water. I know how committed IH fans are to IR so I thought you’d be interested.

I know you guys are in your own deluded community concentrated in blind support and hate on others, but how the hell are you going to go on and on and on about how instances like “Can I keep up with it? The speed of the world with no you?” are completely falsified by the IchiRuki fandom and then cling so desperately to your mistranslated “Orihime bringing Ichigo back to life” argument?

Again and again and many an again more, that was perhaps the most common knowledge incorrect, egregious translation of the entire God-forsaken manga. Orihime didn’t call “Help me, Ichigo,” she called “Help” or “Help me” Followed by “Kurosaki-kun,” “Kurosaki-kun,” “Kurosaki-kun,” “Kurosaki-kun.”

Instead of the usual kanji, Kubo wrote it in hiragana, a Japanese syllabary. I couldn’t find the raw Japanese scans, but I did find this.

‘Kurosaki-kun’ is not a name anymore, it is syllables because Orihime lost her ability of elocution, of any sensible thought. She snapped, she broke, she lost it. For good reason? Yes. Does it change the fact? No.

Ichigo didn’t need “to protect her,” he needed to “protect (general).” The pronoun ‘her’, as explained by the Japanese fan-base and those proficient in Japanese speech and linguistics, is just not there. No inner intention of Ichigo focuses his will or motive of protection on Orihime.

And what else? Ichigo fucking failed.

He ruined two of his friends, he butchered an arrancar worse than the espada of nihility could have ever done, and Ichigo hated every last piece of himself for it.

But rest assured anon, I do not think you or your fandom total hypocrites for preaching the same shit you are guilty of in twenty fold of what you pretend a fandom at least three times the size of you does. I just think it makes you insecure.

Spare me your hypocritical humility and attempts at promoting the ‘IchiHime brand’ and their misguided, quite frankly fucked up mantras of wisdom and morality.

“God gave you one face, and you make yourself another” (William Shakespeare). Act 3 of Hamlet I’m pretty sure.

Even past sentence structure and linguistics…how could any spin on this, how could any point of view, how could any translation, or any interpretation lead any human being with half an iota of common sense and half an idea about the concept of human decency, to believe Ichigo becoming a hollow was an intense, gut-wrenching, God-tier-esque leading shipping moment?

Ichigo became a hollow. One without thought or true cognitive function. Please explain to me how something the fandom dubbed IchiThing somehow becomes a positive, otherworldly creature who decimated death with the carnal need and the pure intention to protect Orihime?

Orihime’s most scarring moment, her most traumatizing experience, the utter rotting of her emotional and mental stability, her feelings of Ichigo being a safe and kind and funny guy dissolving with a cero to Ulquiorra’s skull is considered an IH moment?

The utter dishevelment of the self-appointed values Ichigo sets for himself, his moral code of conduct being acid-washed away, the stigmatic behavior/approach Uryu and Ulquiorra treated him with, Ichigo wanting to mutilate himself in a hopeless attempt to reestablish a sense of honor, Ichigo loathing and hating and thinking of himself as worse than the bottom-feeding, dregs of societal scum he fights against, Ichigo hurting his friends and killing someone (something Rukia, back in their beginnings, had to comfort him with the knowledge that ‘no Shinigami don’t kill, we cleanse’)…Ichigo had his humanity dying.

“Up until now, I’ve been fighting you hollowfied and unaware..That’s not me!”  …Is Ichigo like this a okay to you?

You also cling like needy little leeches to Orihime’s verbal (because the actions of others don’t mean anything right?) oath and commitment to protecting Ichigo. Guess who besides Ichigo failed? If you are so ignorant and so facile with your imbecilic belief that Orihime is the only character in Bleach who doesn’t ‘use’ Ichigo for something (usually protection) or that Hime is the only character who shows desire to protect Ichigo thus making her the only one who really, truly gives a damn about him, why do you cling to this so desperately?

Why do you use your precious mistranslated manga pages when they butcher the goals, morals, genetic-makeup, and fucking sanity/well-being of the ‘two most important characters’ to you? You don’t understand Ichigo, you sure as hell don’t understand Orihime, and any criticism or aspect of these characters that isn’t presented as altruistic good or universally perfect is rejected before being marked as hate and delusion? Do you realize how rare it is for manga characters to be presented like this? Don’t erase it. Learn from it.

How can you tell me Ichigo was awakened by his carnal, core deep instinct or by his unabated gall or by his utter need to protect Orihime when the hollow you claim he became for her protection and for her benefit scared, terrified, hurt, and robbed her of her stability.

Don’t pretend Orihime wasn’t mortified of Ichigo. ‘She’s only sixteen, give her a break.The love of her life is a monster now. Of course she’ll be scared. Her brother got turned into a monster before!”

I think this is a pretty complacent ‘defense’ of Orihime’s character because once again she’s being protected in the name of a ship, not in the name of Orihime. Not for herself. She’s shown to have some of the highest caliber of emotional and mental strength in the series. She deals with things, she can handle herself. She can pull herself together and get her job done.

When she saw her big brother and the monster he was, she pulled herself together and she could help him. Orihime wasn’t scared of Sora. Orihime was scared of Ichigo. She couldn’t do anything that she swore of herself here. If she could hardly breathe in witnessing a hollow-masked Ichigo in full control of his power and in the middle of the act of saving her and Nel, how well do you think she could handle IchiThing? Realize how bad this is for them both and realize how good it was when Orihime managed to contain her fear the second time Ichigo had to go Vasto Lord.

Why was the protector who you claim came back to life for her pummeling her through stone and dirt? Why did he cut and hurt her? Why did Uryu have to catch and protect her?  Why didn’t IchiThing consider what it’s reiatsu could do to her? Why isn’t his ‘life work and sole function’ to protect her meaning anything? If he came for her protection, why did she still get bruised and thrown around because of him? Why is she forced to witness more damnation? Why was she disgusted of herself for calling for help? Why wasn’t anything IchiThing did protective?

He fought. He killed. He hurt. He did not protect.

Why was Orihime afraid of Ichigo (with his mask alone and as a certified hollow), but not afraid of Ulquiorra? Ulquiorra is the one that caused all of this, after all. He killed Ichigo, he mutilated Uryu, he was aiming to kill Uryu, he tortured Orihime, he threatened her friends…so why?? Why did she give him one of her most tender, most vulnerable, and most warm gazes?

Because, at least a little, she understands Ulqiorra in a way she doesn’t understand Ichigo. She got a perfect nihilist to become curious, to embrace, no matter how short a time it was, an imperfect human emotion. He reached out, and Ichigo killed him. What she did wasn’t a small or negligible or normal or throw away for the sake of our ship thing. It meant something. It meant a lot of things. It made Orihime more powerful. Don’t erase it because an ‘UlquiHime’ moment makes you insecure. Do you want to protect Orihime’s unique strength? Figure out who the hell she is.

And onward.

Ichigo’s hollow is not his inner protector. Ichigo’s inner hollow is his lifeline’s defense mechanism. It’s plan B for when Ichigo starts losing, when he starts dying. Remember:

When becoming a hollow, you lose the heart (even more reason Ulquiorra is a ‘perfect’ nihilist) and the hollow simply becomes a heap of instinct. Ichigo’s instinct is to protect. Not to protect Orihime, just to protect. His protection isn’t dedicated to Orihime. It’s dedicated to a mountain-load of people.

First it was his mom, then the need got added on to with the birth of his sisters, and it’s been multiplying since.

Ichigo protects all (yes some matter more than others). Ichigo’s hollow protects Ichigo. We were introduced to that damn fact back in his fight with Byakuya. But, I know, I understand. The Soul Society arc (the damn core and basis and roots of the manga) is so damn triggering, IH fans have shoved it into their repression boxes…along with every moment and arc they don’t perceive or pretend is IchiHime.

The only protector Orihime EVER had up there was Ishida Uryu. Ishida Uryu had one indisputable, concentrated, soul reason to go to Hueco Mundo.

Inoue Orihime.

(Ichigo went for…more than that. To dip the reason in sugar and not start a whole new post). But nobody in your fandom considers this perfect archer-boy worth a damn.

Ichigo and Orihime brought out the worst in each other here. Orihime’s mental and emotional strength snapped, Ichigo’s humanity snapped. They didn’t help each other, they hurt each other.

What’s worse…where’s their actual emotional connection? Ichigo woke up and asked her if she was okay before quickly turning his attention to an Uryu he stabbed and an Ulquiorra he destroyed. They didn’t talk, she didn’t understand the pain in his eyes, her focus wasn’t on him it was on Ulquiorra, his focus was on what he had done…then Ichigo left to continue battle. No precious reunion or comfort or anything to help each other heal. They healed on their own, they didn’t help or heal each other…compare to Rukia and Ichigo who helped each other get over years of depression, their feelings of loneliness, uselessness, powerlessness,and sadness, changed each other and each others worlds, brought real smiles and real emotion back to each other,etc.

And ‘before anyone else?’ Remember when Ichigo just about abandoned rescuing Orihime when he felt Ruka dying? If Orihime is always his priority why did the thought of leaving even enter his mind?

Ichigo and Orihime….just can’t do anything for each other.

Ichigo lost. He felt like a monster, not a victor, and sure as hell not a protector.

Orihime broke. She felt useless, she failed her promise to herself, and she got the worst experience of her entire life

Orihime didn’t heal or bring Ichigo back to life. Ichigo brought himself back to life, though he wasn’t healed.

Orihime stayed with Uryu and Ichigo went to Rukia.

And that’s how it goes. Romanticize emotional trauma, death, misery, and their new found moments of anxiety, panic, and self-loathing all you want. Just quit pretending this is good for either of them.

Do better by Ichigo and Orihime. There’s my problem. This didn’t help them and this didn’t help their relationship.

It sent all the characters involved into a bottomless hell and not one good thing  for any one of them came out of that arc.

But “Oh my God IR fans are so delusional.” You’re right.

Let me hear one more of you say that Orihime really doesn’t mean shit to me and see how well and informative and calm I’ll be next time. Orihime and Ichigo mean everything to me.

Wish they meant as much to you.

anonymous asked:

Can i has tim+damian brother bonding happy fun fun times pwees? (( i haven't slept a complete 2 hours for 4 days only power naps i hate life and exams and screw grammar i need mah happy babies to go on T^T )

Sooo this is not all fun times, but it is Dami and Tim bonding and sweet. Please please please try to get some sleep. I hope exams go well, and know things will get better!

Please enjoy! 

As Tim slipped in through the window of his University’s art building he’d never been more thankful for standard emergency lights. They were always on, and gave him enough to see the art by, without having to risk turning all the lights on. He considered pulling off his domino mask but left it, in case he ran into any unwelcome visitors.  

As he roamed the room he told himself, that technically he wasn’t trespassing. The art building was open twenty-four hours. Most visitors chose to come at normal hours, not 3 A.M. or in the middle of patrol. Plus, he was welcome to an exhibit where one of his own pieces was being shown. Still, his heart raced as he searched the walls for his picture.

A shadow darted out from behind a corner and halted first his heart, then his feet. Who would be at a university art showroom in the middle of a night beside himself? A frat boy? No, they usually travelled in packs and initiation season was long past. A thief then, except student artwork wasn’t the most valuable of works.

Caution eased his steps forward until he was at the edge, his back pressed against a wall, just under a framed picture. He peered around the corner, and his mouth dropped open. Inching his way forward was Robin. His attention was focused away from Tim, instead scanning the walls and artwork around him.

“No.” The word was out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying. He noticed that his feet, too, had taken him around the corner and towards his brother. “There is no way you should be here.”

He’d gone from being confused to angry. The jump came with the realization that Damian could be in the art building for one of two reasons. The first, and most likely was that the Bat Brat was stalking Tim. The second had to be that something in the building was tied to a criminal. That was the last thing Tim wanted.

He wanted the picture he’d taken to be remembered for its own merit. Not because it was in the same building a crime took place in. He hadn’t known what to do with himself when he’d gotten the news that one of his pictures had been selected for the semester end show. He’d been out of practice with his hobby, so his confidence was low when submitting the piece so the honor came as a shock to him.

There hadn’t been time to see it during normal show hours, not with his work at Wayne Enterprises or his nightly patrols. Which is why he’d carved out some time to see it in the middle of patrol. At least once he wanted to see something he’d taken framed, hanging on a wall, and not put there by Alfred. He loved the man, but there was a difference in having his piece in the manor and having it hang in the halls of a university.

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A Little Convenient...

Originally posted by teamunderoos

Requested: Nope 

Pairings: Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader

Warnings: Nah, mostly fluff, a small (very small) argument

Word Count: 1,600

Summary: Your best friend, Peter, has suddenly disappeared, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a bit suspicious.

A/N Note: I have seen Civil War three times now and I can’t get over how much I loved Tom Holland as Spiderman, so here’s this. I’m on a bit of a Marvel kick recently, so if you have any requests for anything Marvel related, throw them my way! Also, if anyone is confused about the Mathletes references, he was wearing a Mathletes sweatshirt in the after credits scene. Bless my precious angel.

It wasn’t often that you went for more than a few hours without talking to your best friend. But, you didn’t think much of it when your texts went unanswered for a few hours. You figured that you nerd of a best friend was in an ‘emergency’ Mathletes meeting. You insisted that there was no such thing as an emergency meeting with math. ‘The math problem is still going to be there tomorrow, Peter’ you joked with him, every time he was rushing to his favorite club. You knew that he loved it, but my goodness there were suddenly so many math related emergencies.

But, when he didn’t show up for your practically mandatory pizza night afterword’s, and then wasn’t around for breakfast the next morning, you started to worry. After walking to school on your own, you resolved to go see Aunt May right after school. Your classes that day seemed to drag on forever. Without Peter there to crack jokes about anything you could hardly stay awake trough your Biology class, and in math, as much as you hated to admit it, you were a bit lost without him.

“May?” you called, swinging the Parker’s front door open, using the key from under the mat. “It’s Y/N!”

“Hey Y/N,” Aunt May called from the kitchen. You held back a groan after you saw what she was cooking. Of course it was a walnut date loaf. As far as cooking went, Aunt May had one specialty, and even that wasn’t exactly amazing. “How was school?”

“It was alright, I mean, I missed Peter, but other than that, alright.” You sighed, taking a seat at the breakfast bar. “Where is he, anyways?”
           “He didn’t tell you about the grant either?” Aunt May laughed, not looking up from her mixing bowl.

‘Grant?’ you thought. ‘Peter didn’t apply for a grant, or at least one the he has told me about. He tells me everything.’

“Nope” you replied, popping the ‘p’. At this point, you knew that Peter was up to something, you just hoped that it wasn’t something dangerous. He had been coming home with an unusual amount of bruises lately, and you knew that there was a limit to the number of times that someone could fall down the stairs.

“I think that I left my earbuds in Peter’s room.” You announced after a few moments of silence. “I’m just going to go and look for them.” You said, hopping down from the barstool and making your way to Peter’s room.

You knew that you hadn’t forgotten your earbuds. They were in your pocket, but Aunt May didn’t know that. If Peter was hiding something, you weren’t content to sit on the sidelines while he snooped around.

You were pretty familiar with his room, and at first glance, nothing looked different. Regardless, you pretty much expected that. You spent most of your free time with your best friend, so if he was going to hide something, he was going to hide it well. Peter may have been an idiot, but he certainly wasn’t stupid.

You quickly dropped the pile of papers back on the desk when you heard the door swing open. You turned around, holding your hands behind your back, hoping that would give you some semblance of innocence. You lifted your eyes from the floor, ready for Aunt May to either yell at you, or promptly join you in your snooping.

Luckily, or unluckily, depending on how you chose to look at it, it was just Peter. Peter, your best friend, who was for some reason holding his hand to his eye and plopping down on his bed. “Where have you been?!” you practically yelled, slapping his arm before sitting down on the bed beside him. He started to respond, but you quickly cut him off. “And don’t feed me any bull crap about some grant, we both know you would have told me. You tell me everything.” You mumbled the last part mostly to yourself.

“I’m sorry. I just-”

“Who was it that hit you again?” Aunt May called from the kitchen.

“Ah, Steve” Peter yelled back.

“Steve?” I questioned, pulling his hand away from his face. I didn’t expect such a big bruise to be waiting underneath. “Oh my god, what happened?” you whispered while Aunt May was still yelling from the kitchen.

Peter called something back to her, but you were too busy trying to put all of the pieces together. He was gone more often, coming home with bruises and cuts all of the time. Usually, you would think drugs or something, but Peter was too smart for that. You were drawn out of your thoughts when you saw streak of red out of the corner of your eye. You looked up to the ceiling, but Peter was too quick to tuck the watch under his arm.

Just as you were about to start questioning him, Aunt May came back in with an ice pack. Peter shot you a ‘please just shut up’ look over her shoulder. You gave him a small nod and stayed quiet until she left.

“What is that?” you yelled, resisting the temptation to just grab the watch off of his wrist yourself.

“I applied for this grant, and, and” he started to stutter, until he met your eyes. You gave him the ‘stop messing around’ look and he seemed to calm down a bit. This was, honestly, a bit routine for the two of you as of late. “I applied for this grant from Tony Stark’s foundation, and he liked my idea, so I got it. We were hashing out the details, and he let me tour his facility and I just got into a fight on the way back, with some guy names Steve.” He shrugged.

“Alright then,” you sighed, looking around the room again.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” he asked, brushing his hand next to yours.

You pulled your hand away reflexively, refusing to meet his eyes. “It’s a nice story, I just think that it’s a little too easy.” You breathed, leaning towards him. He started to lean forward, attempting to meet you half way, but you had a different idea.

Before you could meet, you grabbed his wrist, revealing a picture of Spiderman that was shining on the ceiling from the watch on his wrist. You quickly pulled away, trying to process everything. And then, it all clicked. The late nights, the sudden bruises, all of it. Your best friend was Spiderman, and he hadn’t even bothered to tell you.

“How! Could! You! Not! Tell! Me! Something! Like! That!” You yelled in between light and, realistically, ineffective punches.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He whined, backing up against the wall, while attempting to turn off the Spiderman symbol that was shining on the ceiling.

“Why wouldn’t you just tell me?” you asked, as the anger started to wear off, being replaced by a lot of hurt and confusion. “We tell each other everything.”

“I couldn’t tell you,” he said softly, moving to sit beside you on the bed. “What if one of the bad guys decided they wanted to hurt me. You know, well, it would put you in a lot more danger than I ever want to see you in.”

“You are such and idiot,” you laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. “If no one else knows that you are Spiderman, how are they going to hunt me down?

“Well, if my mask came off, or they recognized my voice or-”



“I have already forgiven you,” you said, standing up and making your way towards the door. “Don’t make me hate you again.” You threw over your shoulder. Just as you were about to reach the door handle, you felt something wrap around your hand and pull you backwards.

You would have slammed into Peter’s chest if he hadn’t caught you. “What are you-” you had meant to ask what he was doing, but the feeling of his lips on yours made your head start spinning.

You could barely process it- you were kissing your best friend. And you didn’t hate it. You pulled away slowly, leaving your arms wrapped around his neck, even if you didn’t really know how they got there. “Um,” you said, searching for the right words.

“I’m sorry,” he said, breaking the silence. He started to pace around his small room, mumbling something that you could only catch pieces of.

“Peter?” you asked, hoping to break him out of his stupor. Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like you would have a lot of luck. “Peter?” you tried again, moving closer. Usually, you loved how focused your best friend was. Lord knows it had gotten you through more than a few study sessions, but now was not the time. “Peter!” you yelled, stepping right into his path. “Just shut up.” You muttered, before kissing him again.

This kiss was different. Before, it had been quick and timid, but this time, it seemed that Peter had finally gotten the message. He wasn’t nearly as nervous, and after he had gotten over the shock of kissing you, he sent tingles all the way down your spine. It was everything you had never admitted that you wanted when you were up late at night, alone with your thoughts.

“I’m really happy you’re back.” You said quietly, resting your head on his chest.

“Me too” he whispered, somehow holding you closer than before and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“But I swear to god if you ever do that again, I’m going to kill you.” you muttered, your voice muffled by his shirt.


Arrow Fic: Please Excuse This Little Bit of Weakness

Post-5x06. Felicity calls Susan Williams Oliver’s girlfriend one time too many.

A/N: @effie214 gets credit for a major beat of this because of THIS casual heartbreaker.

Title from “Moment” by Nate Ruess. Lyrics to this one are a killer, Olicity-wise, right now.

Please Excuse This Little Bit of Weakness (AO3)

He gets called away to introduce the concert before they can really get in depth about SCPD suspects, and Felicity finds herself following him backstage, tagging along mostly out of impulse. She watches him give his little speech, swallowing down the proud lump in her throat that still forms when she watches Oliver do all the things he thought he never could.

It brings back a pang in her chest, just briefly, just for a second. Something that feels close to longing, but deeper, something she thought she had left behind, like her ring on the dining room table.

She’s so unsettled, that when Oliver walks offstage, and makes a beeline back to her, it’s like she can’t help herself.

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You’ll Be Mine

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: PWPHate SexForce Bond (Star Wars)Cunnilingus

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She feels him long before he opens the door to her AT-AT. He’s an intruding darkness in the back of her mind, a constant longing that only grows stronger the closer he gets. She can’t get rid of him. Whenever she closes her eyes, he’s always there. Always waiting.

The door opens, revealing a helmetless Kylo Ren on her doorstep. He nearly hits his head on the doorframe as he steps into her former home, his large frame dominating the small room. His way of holding himself is an unspoken threat. With an aura like his, he doesn’t need words to express what he’s capable of.

His dark eyes roam over her, examining her from head to toe. Her heart skips a beat. She used to be afraid of him—the man in the mask, the monster who hunted her and her friends. A part of her still fears him, but for a completely different reason. She fears that one day, she’ll look at the man behind the mask and no longer remember why she’s supposed to hate him.

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anonymous asked:

“then what do you suggest?” Ziam please ~LA

Hi, Little Angel!!! 

Well, I combined this prompt with #2 from this post that @you-wont-zee-me-coming requested I write all of them. 

Hope you both enjoy this - it got a bit away from me, so there is a “read more”. It’s also crossposted to ao3.


Zayn moved through the flat to drop the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. He grabbed the DVD folder, thumbing through until he found The Avengers. He slid it into the player at the same time his flatmate, Louis, let himself in. He felt Louis’ eyes on his back as he stood in front of the player.

“Movie night with Payno?” Louis asked, his voice careful. Zayn nodded. “Still broken up?” Zayn nodded again. “You do realize how fucked up this situation is, yeah?”

Zayn sighed. “Don’t start with me,” he said as he moved past Louis into the kitchen.

“You guys broke up a month ago, and, if I hadn’t held your crying arse in my arms for three days, I wouldn’t even know!” Louis snapped. “You still have weekly movie nights. He picks you up for classes. He even walked you home from work the other night!”

Zayn grasped the edge of the counter, his chin dropping to his chest as his friend shouted everything that he’d already thought himself. “I know, Lou. I know all of that,” he admitted quietly when Louis’ rant ended. “Nothing’s changed except for the way he feels about me!”

“Then do something about it!” Lou sighed, stepping up behind Zayn to wrap his arms around his waist, resting his head on his shoulder. “You can’t keep doing this, mate. It’s killing me to see you hurting so badly after he leaves without a kiss goodbye. Something has to change.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Zayn inquired, voice tired, tears heavy in his eyes as he turned to face his friend. “Tell him to never speak to me again? I can’t do that. Those three days he didn’t talk to me nearly killed me.”

The breakup had come out of nowhere. Liam had sat Zayn down, telling him that he just wasn’t happy anymore. He’d said he was afraid if he didn’t end things then, they’d end up hating each other. Zayn knew he could never hate Liam, but he’d come pretty close those three days that he’d cried in Louis’ arms, refusing to leave his room.

Then one afternoon, Liam had shown up at the flat, letting himself in with the key he still had. He’d walked into Zayn’s room, finding him staring at the ceiling. “I think we should still be friends. I really miss my friend,” Liam had admitted, settling himself on the floor next to the bed. Zayn had agreed, thinking that being friends with Liam was better than not being in his life at all.

Now, he felt that was the best and worst decision he could have made. He loved being able to spend time with Liam, but he was constantly stopping himself from hugging him for too long or kissing his cheek or even just letting his head rest on his shoulder while watching a movie. He was always super tense by the time Liam left, would end up crying to Louis again. So, he understood his friend’s anger.

“Tell him the truth. You know it would kill Liam to know he was causing you any pain,” Louis said, opening the refrigerator and pulling out two beers. He twisted off the caps, handing one to Zayn. They headed into the living room, settling on the sofa.

“If he was so concerned about hurting me, he wouldn’t have broken up with me in the first place,” Zayn argued, taking a long pull from the bottle. “Besides, if I tell him, he’ll just stop coming around, and I’ll end up missing him.”

Louis looked sadder for a moment as he sat the beer down. “If he stops coming around, maybe you’ll be able to get over him.” Louis was uncharacteristically solemn as he spoke, making Zayn feel even worse.

“Maybe I don’t want to get over him,” Zayn muttered, pulling his legs up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees.

“Well, it won’t matter much after next week,” Louis teased. “Ditching us all to travel across the pond for grand adventures.”

Zayn snorted. “You make it sound far more extravagant than it really is, mate.” Zayn had accepted an internship with a publishing company in New York. It would last a year, and he’d be leaving in ten days. To think, he’d almost turned the offer down, but after Liam broke up with him, he saw no reason not to get as far away from England as possible.

“Hey, you’re getting out of here; to me, it’s an adventure!” Louis told him, nudging him when the door opened behind him. “You know, Payno, you’re going to have to return that key when Zayn moves out!” he shouted over his shoulder as Liam made his way into the room.

“You’re moving out?” Liam asked, his face an eerily unreadable mask.

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Afflicted - GOT7 Jinyoung (S.A.D Series)


S.A.D Series

Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance

Member/ Pairing: Park Jinyoung/ Jinyoung x Reader

Summary: Love is an affliction of which there is no cure.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Originally posted by jackseunie

It’s the people we love that cause us the most pain.

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Pretend For Me [1]

Pretend For Me is going to be a WadeWilson/Deadpool x Reader imagine series. The title was originally going to be a title by my friend @bovaria but I decided to put my own twist on it <3

Prompt: based off of the songs
Too Late For Lovers-Gin Wigmore
Real Life-The Weeknd
 Basically the reader and Wade hated each other in high school after they got in a fight and stopped being friends but she is in an emotional crisis and needs someone to bring to her mothers funeral.
 Warnings: Cuss words. Its deadpool. Angst
 Theme: College!Fem!Reader x Wade Wilson
 Word count: 2090

x x x x x x x x x  x x x x x x x x x  x x x x x x x x

It wasn’t like you to break down. You barely cried. Ever. If you did it was strange and unlike you. You had to have a good reason to cry.
 But tonight you did. You got a call that very gingerly explained how your mom had died in a car crash. A week ago. You had been pretty under the radar so the attorny explained hy it took so long to reach you.
 Sure your mom was Satan, but you still loved and needed her. With your dad gone and your siblings not knowing where you really went for college, you didn’t have anyone to call except for maybe a couple cousins. But they had a life. You didnt want to bother them.
 The only person you really had left was someone who you hated and who hated you. Well, they didn’t completely hate you, otherwise they would have killed you already.
 Wade Wilson. After becoming Deadpool, he needed you as a little distraction to one of his enemies and you dont know why you said yes, but he was glad to set you up for death.
 Well turns out, his enemy, Francis, never killed you. Deadpool killed him first. So now you were stuck with him. You shared an apartment with him and Al, who you enioyed. She was like a second grandmother to you. But of course way more vulgar and had less of a censor.

 You were not happy to think about coming home to Wade. Its not that he wasnt funny, or you completely hated his guts, but he wouldnt be a nice help. He would say some crack up, probably a your mom joke. You rolled your eyes at the thought.
 So now you were here, a refugee in the school library. It was quiet and no one bothered you. Much like Wade would if you came home.
 You both didnt have the… Best, history. It all started in high school when—
 The librarian finally had enough of your shit. “Ma'am, can you please go back to your dorm or go home? I need to lock up and I apologize for whatever is making you so sad but the place to cry about it is not here at ten at night.” She said, a tinge of annoyance piercing through her nice façade.
 You nodded, sniffling and gathering your things.
 The ride home wasn’t quiet. You turned the volume in the car up so loud you got a few complaints from drivers around you.
 You didnt care though. How could you? Everything was numb.
Pulling into the drive, you killed the engine and ran up to the apartment, slamming the door when you got inside.
 Aware some tears were still streaming down your face, you nonchalantly wiped them away.
 "Finally, I would have thought you died.“ You heard Wade walk into the kitchen behind you.
 "You wish I were dead.” You forced a laugh, your voice only a little bit shakey.
“Did you eat dinner?” You asked, not really caring. Despite your complete loathing for the man you worked with, you needed him alive for protection.
 "You know that I dont know how to cook shit, sweetcheeks.“ He said sarcastically. You rolled your eyes, turning to the mercernary. He was in his suit, as always around you.
 Since the accident, you hadnt seen him without his suit on. All he would tell you is he got burned, never pressing the subject more.
 "Fine, go sit on the couch. Is Al awake?” You asked while pulling out the frozen chimichangas out of the freezer. “Nah, she crashed an hour back. Y'know how old bitches ar—” He began to say, kicking back his feet.
 "Dont young people ever learn to be quiet?“ A voice shouted from the back room. You chuckled to yourself.
 "Old bitch.” He muttered to himself and distracted himself with some TV.
The silence made you think, which of course you hated. Flashbacks of your mom flooded your mind, allowing a tear to fall freely.
 Who was one to decide whether or not tradgedy strikes? Definitely not you. Humans should never play God. Your mom would say. You smiled to yourself, wiping a tear away and slipping the food into the oven.
 You walked past Wade, trying to get by him without him seeing you cry.
“Ill be back to get them out.” You said, voice breaking. Damn.
   “Are you… Crying?” He asked, standing up. You huffed out a breath in annoyance. “No.” You said before slamming your own door.
 Wade didnt care if you were crying or feeling bad or anything as such. Why would he?
 The words he had spoken revived some memories which only made your throat get tighter.
 “Are you crying?” The voice of your best friend asked. You chuckled at the irony of the moment.
 The high school bathroom stalls were empty, with the exception of you and Wade Wilson as of the moment.
 It was probably far past four and everyone had gone home, save the two of you.
 "No.“ You sniffled from one of the stalls. Outside, Wade glared, running a hand through his hair. He hated it when his best friend cried. When you cried. "Y/N, come on out. What happened?” He asked.
 "Nothing.“ You pouted, pushing the door open. He frowned a bit at your expression, eyes red from crying.
 You sniffed from the stuffy nose you now had. "Now, either you were just crying or you have some disease and need to see a doctor asap.” He joked and you smiled through your pain, immediately wincing.
 "What happened now?“ He asked. "The usual. I got shoved by Brock and Tyler. Melanie and Talia shoved me inside the stall about an hour back.” You sniffed, rolling your eyes. “One day I’m going to kick their asses.” You muttered as Wade pulled you into an embrace.
 "And I’m sure you will, tiger. Right after I get cancer.“ You shoved his arm, knowing that he meant it would never happen.

The impact of the punching bag on your knuckles snapped you out of your flashback.
 The cancer comment was supposed to be light hearted. Who knew it would be far from far fetched?
 You had cleaned up and came home that night, to an empty house of course. Your mom was at work. As always. It was okay though. She still loved you and the only reason she was out was to provide for you.

  The playlist you had on repeat blasted as you hit the punching bag over and over.
 Wade heard every grunt and cry above the music and felt a tinge of guilt.
 You should go and help her. One part of him battled. You know her. She has said ‘no’ when she means yes a thousand times before. See what’s wrong.

 Dont. Why would you? She was a stone cold bitch and could handle herself.

 Maybe a kiss would make her feel better, eh?

 Don’t listen to them, you should–
 His inner voices battled themselves but Wade snapped when the oven went off.
 "Y/N! 'Changas are ready!” He called.
 In all truth, Wade cared about you. Couldnt place why. You did risk your life for him.
 But he could never forgive you for the things you once said.

 You rolled your eyes, putting the music on pause. You plugged in your earphones, wiping off your ears first seeing as you were already sweaty.
 Listening to the music, keeping you pumped and distracted, you headed into the kitchen and pulled them out.
 "Let them cool! I know you heal but these are hot as fuck.“ You warned before making him a plate.
 Wade made his way to you, a bit of concern making its way into his head when you wouldnt make eye contact with him.
 You didnt want to, afraid that if you did, you would start crying. Not that you could even see his eyes. So you didnt.
 He took the plate and sat back down on the couch.
 You leaned on the counter, watching as the oblivious asshole ate his food, mask only halfway pulled up.
 The charred craters of his skin were only visible a little and it looked like it hurt.
 His entire appearance now was a mystery. Before your mind could delve into wondering what could be hiding under the red and black, your phone buzzed quite violently.
 You picked up, not recognizing the number. "Hello?” You asked, Wade looked to you, mouth full of chimichanga.
 You hadnt noticed his staring but he was quite confused. He didnt think you knew any other people besides him and Al and your mom. And you never answered the phone like that when it was your mom.
 Suspiciously, he chewed slower.
 On your end, “Y/N! Its Grace. Im sure you heard about the news.” Your cousin spoke softly and your breath hitched.
 Shakily, you pulled up a chair. Wade could tell immediately something was wrong. After all he knew you better than anyone.
 "There is going to be a funeral. This weekend.“ She said, understandinf your silence. "Please dont come alone. I want you and some of your friends to meet my new husband!” She said cheerily and it gave you whiplash.
 "That was quick. When did you get married?“ You asked, at first referring to the funeral, trying to not sound broken.
 "A month ago. Would have invited you but I know you didnt have anyone to bring. Rude accusation. Which is why I’m inviting you now. That is of course if you have someone to bring.” She said and your eyes shot to Wade who was seemingly not paying attention.
 Last time you saw Grace and her brother was two years ago. You were an emotional mess and you looked terrible. Since then, you got your game together. That is, except for having a boyfriend. You were not going to be a disappointment.
 "Oh no,“ You smiled, understanding the weight of your plan. "I have someone.” You grinned.
 "Great! See you in four days! Sending the invitation to you know.“ Grace said and hung up.
 "Who was that?” Wade called as your phone alerted you with a text message. The funeraln invitation as promised.
“Just my cousin.” You said, feeling so numb, no emotion for the tragedy that struck flowed through. Which was good. You would not let your enemy see you cry.
 "Come with me to a funeral? Im expected to show with someone but I have no one to show with other than the biggest asshat in the world. A-k-a, you. You only have to pretend to like me for four days and its over.“ You said quickly, Wade nearly spit out his food.
 "You want me to go to a funeral? Who do you think I am? A Huxtable? Im no family man. Im a dick who kills bigger dicks. I am not someone to attend an event like that, Y/N.” He protested.
 "Ill pay you.“ You said desperately.
 "If it’s not in blow jobs, I’m not interested.” He said and finished his food. You crossed your arms.
 "Wade. Three hundred. A day.“ You negotiated. "What about nights?” He smirked. You glared even more. Even though you couldnt see his face, you were sure he rolled his eyes.
 "Fine.“ He groaned and you smiled. "We leave in two days. The funeral is in four.” You informed him and walked back to your room.
  You didnt want to have to do anything with Wade. In fact you were sure the next few days would be hell. But it didnt matter. You took a quick shower before heading to bed.
 The thing you would be looking forward to is what Wade was dreading.
 He lay in his bed much like yourself, thinking about how he will have to take off his mask. He was scared you would run away screaming, while you were excited to solve a mystery.

fanficsnfood  asked:

Aye I'm a delulu shipper too! Anyway if Baekyeol is actually real, how do you think Chanyeol reacted to this whole Baekyeon thing?

Oh God Yes, a delulu one, we’re going to get along super fine~ Okay so on to your question. First of all, I’m going to be discussing what I think about BaekYeon before moving on to answer your question. Reason is, to understand what Chanyeol is going through, we need to know first, what is actually the situation he’s in. You get me? Let’s go then!

WARNING: Extremely delusional. This is gonna be long too. Plus, everything I’m going to write is based off of my opinion. I’m clearly saying that what I’m going to write here is what I think, and I accept the fact that not everyone feels the same way. If you hate delulu shippers then don’t press the keep reading button okay? :)

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