it really shouldn't have made me laugh as much as it did

prompt for anon request on this“I confessed to you riding shotgun underneath the purple skies.”

The car was quiet, next to the soft roaring of the motor surrounding them. Dean was driving, as always, hands on the wheel. Where they belonged, he felt. He’d been listening to one of his tapes before until Castiel had fallen asleep, and Dean had turned off the music so it wouldn’t wake him up. He knew how difficult sleeping was for Cas - he’d give him any opportunity to get rest.

The bags under his eyes that had always been there had become significantly larger - ever since he’d lost his wings for the last and final time, Castiel had been trying to adjust to human life. It had been like fighting a fight without any training, never winning but never losing either. 

He just had to keep going, learn to cope with hunger and getting tired, deal with new emotions, new moods, new feelings. Dean had been so dedicated, so determined to help him through that he forgot all about himself until Cas pointed it out to him that he, too, had to eat. He wouldn’t sleep if Sam wouldn’t take him away from Castiel’s bed where he sat, chin in his hands so he’d be there if Cas woke up with a nightmare. 

Whenever Castiel looked tired, overwhelmed, Dean felt like it was his fault. He tried anything until he found the best way to keep Castiel going, get him positive. Castiel loved training. He was still amazing with any knife, preferably those that felt like angel blades. He still had the strength and energy of a grown, muscled man, but he got tired faster. 

They had started training with guns two weeks ago, and Cas didn’t want to stop. Hours on end, he’d listen to Dean, mimic his hand movements, the position of his feet, and soon Dean realized Castiel was the best learner. Cas wanted and needed this and that was enough. He didn’t give up after mistakes and pushed himself to not stop until he got it right.

He wasn’t the only one changing, though. Dean changed, too. The moment Castiel lay dead on the ground, the burn marks of his wings outspread in the dirt, Dean changed. Something died inside him, together with Cas and he only then, after all those years, understood what this ‘profound bond’ Cas had mentioned was, and how special it had always been. 

But Cas had come back, thank God he’d come back, but Dean would never be the same. He was more careful, made sure Cas was never alone and told Sam to watch out for him whenever he had to leave them alone. Soon he noticed that Cas didn’t want him to watch over him like that, maybe it made him feel weak, so Dean kept it hidden. But it didn’t leave. Other feelings got stronger, too. Those feelings he’d always pushed away because he could and he didn’t want to deal with them.

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BNHA x The Avengers (Bakudeku + minor KiriKami and Shotoko fun)
  • Midoriya: We have orders, we should follow them.
  • Bakugou: Following's not really my style.
  • Midoriya: And you're all about style, aren't you?
  • Bakugou: Of the people in this room, which one is A: Wearing a gaudy green bunny outfit with weaponized thigh-highs and B: Not of use?
  • Everyone: -glares at Bakugou's costume with judgement-...
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  • Midoriya: What I want to know is how he controlled their minds like a bunch of flying monkeys!
  • Kaminari: I do not understand.
  • Todoroki: I DO!
  • Bakugou: -rolls eyes-
  • Todoroki: I understood that reference.
  • -
  • Aizawa: We have no quarrel with your people.
  • Shigaraki: An ant has no quarrel with a boot!
  • Aizawa: You planning to step on us?
  • -
  • Tokoyami: Did I hurt anybody?
  • Shoji: No, there's nobody around here to hurt. You scared the h*ll out of some pigeons though!
  • -
  • Midoriya: I gotta say, it's an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. You know it's really just a, just a huge honor to have you on board.
  • All Might: Well, I hope I'm the man for the job.
  • -
  • Twice: Target acquired.
  • Bakugou: -jumps on villain Twice's back, while screaming bloody murder-
  • Twice: Target angry! Target angry!
  • -
  • Tsuyu: Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's going to get a little hard to breathe.
  • Midoriya: Is this a submarine?
  • Bakugou: Really?! They want me in a submerged pressurized metal container?! -ship takes off into the air- Oh, no, this is MUCH worse.
  • -
  • Aizawa: Is everything a joke to you?
  • Ms.Joke: Funny things are.
  • -
  • Bakugou: What else you got?
  • Todoroki: Well, Midoriya is taking on a squadron down at Shibuya Station.
  • Bakugou: And he didn't invite me...
  • -
  • Hatsume: An intelligence agency that FEARS intelligence? Historically, not awesome.
  • -
  • Tamakawa: -as All Might, all the Pro-heros of UA and class 1-A and 1-B board the plane to fly to Tokyo- Uh... You are not authorized to be here!
  • All Might: Son... just don't.
  • -
  • Present Mic: Having trouble sleeping?
  • Aizawa: I've been asleep for 70 years. I think I've had enough rest.
  • -
  • Todoroki: You speak of control, yet you court chaos.
  • Tokoyami: It's his M.O., isn't it? I mean, what are we, a team? No, no, no. We're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're... we're a time-bomb.
  • Midoriya: You need to step away.
  • Bakugou: Why shouldn't the guy let off a little steam?
  • Midoriya: You know damn well why! Back off!
  • Bakugou: Oh, I'm starting to want you to make me.
  • -
  • All Might: You people are so petty... and tiny.
  • -
  • Ashido: Where's Tokoyami?
  • Bakugou: You mean the hawk? He's up in his nest.
  • -
  • Shigaraki: I have an army.
  • Midoriya: We have a Kacchan. -grins cutely-
  • Bakugou: DIEEEEEEE -crashes through window with explosions going off-
  • -
  • Police Council: Pro-Hero Eraser Head, the council has made a decision.
  • Aizawa: I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.
  • -
  • Midoriya: Kacchan... I think now is the perfect time for you to get angry.
  • Bakugou: That's my secret, Deku. I'm always angry.
  • -
  • Midoriya: Kacchan, we need a plan of attack!
  • Bakugou: I have a plan: Attack!
  • -
  • Todoroki: Be careful what you say, he is my brother!
  • Tsuyu: -talking about Dabi (headcanon not canon)- He's killed 80 people in the last two days.
  • Todoroki: He was adopted.
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  • Midoriya: I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.
  • Bakugou: I think I would just cut the wire.
  • Midoriya: Always a way out... You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero.
  • Bakugou: A hero? Like you? You're a lab rat, Deku. Everything special about you came out of a bottle!
  • Bakugou: Put on your hero costume. Let's go a few rounds.
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  • Uraraka: -via phone- Hatsume-san, we need to talk.
  • Hatsume: You have reached the life model decoy of Hatsume Mei, please leave a message.
  • Uraraka: This is urgent.
  • Hatsume: Then leave it urgently. -Uraraka then enters Hatsume's penthouse, hanging up her cellphone with Midoriya at her side-...Security breach.
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  • Kirishima: -cheerfully beating up villains easily- This is just like Hosu all over again.
  • Kaminari: -electrocuting villains easily- You and I remember Hosu very differently.
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  • Shigaraki: Bakugou Katsuki told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's GUSHING red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!... I won't touch Bakugou, not until I make him kill you!
  • Midoriya: -eyes wide, face turning fearful-
  • Shigaraki: -snarling- Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear! And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is MY bargain, you mewling quim!
  • Midoriya: -turns and takes a few shaky steps away-
  • Shigaraki: -smirking wickedly-
  • Midoriya: -crying intensely- You're a monster!
  • Shigaraki: -laughing- Oh no, you brought the monster.
  • Midoriya: -quickly dropping facade- So, Tokoyami... that's your play.
  • Shigaraki: ...What?
  • Midoriya: -on earphone piece communicator- Shigaraki means to unleash Dark Shadow. Keep Tokoyami in the well lit lab. I'm on my way. Send Todoroki-kun as well. -turning back to Shigaraki, wiping fake tears- Thank you... for your cooperation.
  • -
  • Ashido: What's the matter, scared of a little lightning?
  • Bakugou: I'm not overly fond of what follows...
  • Kaminari: -appears out of nowhere like the lightning god that he is-
  • Kirishima: -gets all excited like a puppy because Kaminari arrived-
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  • Hatsume: What's the stat, Midoriya-kun?
  • Midoriya: -looks at all the complex technology- It seems to be powered by some sort of electricity!
  • Hatsume: ...well, you're not wrong.
  • -
  • Bakugou: -screams- WAKE THE FUCK UP, DEKU!!!
  • Midoriya: What. The. Hell- What just happened?! Please tell me nobody kissed me.
  • Bakugou: You fucking wish, you damn nerd.
  • Todoroki: ...We won.
  • Midoriya: Alright-Hey. Alright. Good job, guys~ Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma?
  • Bakugou: -snorts and rolls his eyes-
  • Midoriya: There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is, but I wanna try it.
  • Uraraka: A big man in a suit of armor, take that away what are you?
  • Aoyama: ✨Uh Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.✨

anonymous asked:

my girl is back!! so glad to see that you are back ❤❤ you've been missed truly. im so excited to see more of you and your creative writing!!! if you are can you write a jealous archie fic, where he starts making comments that bughead shouldn't be together & one day finally jughead tells archie to fuck off. betty chases after jug & then they go back to his trailer 😉😉🔥, love you 😘😘

Thanks love! I’m so happy to be back! I’ll give it a go!

Betty wasn’t naive this much was certain, she was practical, Sharp and curious but Jughead Jones girlfriend was never naive.

So why on earth was she so absolutely blind to one Archie Andrews and his newfound appreciation for everything Betty Cooper?

“And then when I told him I couldn’t wait for him after practice because I was meeting you he nearly bust an ankle he spun around so angrily” the Beautiful Blonde cheerleader wrapped her lips around the strawberry milkshake in front of her and shrugged her dainty shoulders “I don’t know Jug, he’s just been so weird lately. I know it probably has something to do with his dad but Fred is doing great! You’d think Archie would be relieved. I’m worried about him.”

The concern was clearly evident in Betty’s Crystal eyes as she glanced up at Jughead, her fingers tapping the glass anxiously. This was Betty, she cared about everyone and every thing, her heart was so full sometimes he worried it might burst. Of course Jughead knew what this was all about, his redheaded best friend was Jealous, painfully so.

“You don’t know what you have until it’s gone” that phrase played through Jugheads thoughts every time he caught the football player staring at his girlfriend a moment too long or when Betty and jughead spoke about leaving for college together and Archie just laughed, he had told them not to get their hopes up because highschool relationships don’t last. He had sat through it all, bit his tongue and rolled his eyes but not anymore.

He could see the pain it was causing the love of his life and that? Yeah that wasn’t okay with him.

Reaching across the diner table Jughead gripped her tiny scarred hand in his own
“I’ll talk to him okay? I’ll figure out what’s up.”

Betty sighed and nodded
“Thankyou Juggie. Anyway, I looked at Sweetpeas bike, you guys really have got to stop playing around with those things you’re destroying the engines! There’s only so much I can do before I become the Serpents honorary mechanic.”
It was two days before Jughead had worked up the courage to take his bike over to the Andrews. They were best friends! This shouldn’t be weird, it was just a civil conversation between two friends is all.

Fred had the door opened before Jughead could even knock, a knowing smile on his lips as he let Jughead in.

“That’s Fps old bike, I could hear it a mile away. Do you know how many girls your dad scored for me with that bike? All I had to do was lean up against it and bang, a whole group of ladies. Not that it matters much to you, Archie told me you snatched up Betty? Good for you, she’s one of the greats. Head on up he’s just working on his music.“

He made his way up the stairs cautiously, leaning against the door as Archie played a sad love song about a girl next door.

“That about Veronica?”

Archie jumped his eyes widening at the leather wearing boy in his doorway before they narrowed

“No. No it’s not.”

Okay so they were just gonna jump right into it. Fine by him.

“You had your chance Arch. She’s mine now. She’s my girlfriend. You didn’t pick her, I did. That’s just how it goes.” Jughead spoke evenly, shoulders back and frame tall.

Archie let out a bitter laugh
“For how long? Look at you Jug. No offense but you aren’t really Betty Cooper boyfriend material. You’re a Serpent, a thug. You don’t even go to Riverdale and I haven’t seen you at one game. She’s gonna get sick of all the drama that surrounds you, and when she does, which it will, she’s gonna pick me. It’s always gonna be me, you know it, I know it and she knows it. It’s only a matter of time.” The redheaded boy set down his guitar turning to step closer to Jughead.

Jughead shook his head, fists clenched
“Ya know something? Maybe you’re right maybe I’m not Betty boyfriend material, maybe I’m not good enough for her. Hell no ones good enough for her. But guess what? She loves me. I get to hold her every night, I get to kiss her in places you could only dream, I get to be the one she comes home to. So while you write your love songs and plan your make believe future with MY girlfriend, I’m living it. I’m only going to tell you once, you’re my brother Archie no matter what happens but Betty.. Betty’s my everything. So stay away from her, I mean it.” He growled deep and low.

Archie seemed stunned silent for a moment before he shook his head and took another shaky step forehead

“I can’t do that. I won’t do that. Me and Betty are soulmates, I can make her happy, you can’t.”
Archie yelled.

Jughead squeezed his eyes shut, the anger boiling in his stomach
“Betty is my girlfriend. She’s mine, not yours. If I find out you so much as touched her..”

“What are you gonna do Jughead? Kill me like the Serpent you are?” He taunted

That was it, soon Jughead and Archie were both on the floor fists flying before Betty and Fred came fumbling through the doors, Fred got a hold of Archie as Betty bent down beside Jughead

“What’s going on here?! Fred called me over and said you two were shouting? What is this about?!” Betty gently titled Jugheads head back and held her sleeve under his bleeding nose.

“He came here, he started it!”Archie defended himself.

“You’re a coward Andrews!” Jughead growled, rising from the floor and heading down the stairs

“We are going to talk about this later Archie Andrews but right now I am going to go tend to my boyfriend.” She was gone in a flurry of pastel pink and ballet flats.

Fred looked down at his son
“She’s made her choice. It’s time to move on.” With one final disappointed glance toward his bleeding son Fred left the room.

“Jughead! I can’t run in flats!” Betty called from behind the speeding beanie wearing boy he abruptly stopped, he never wanted her to hurt, not because of him.
“Juggie” She panted “what happened?”

Jughead whipped around
“He’s in love with you Betty! God can’t you see?!And he’s right, you deserve someone like him, someone who can give you a life! I’m stuck here! I’m a Serpent I can’t go anywhere! You can do so much better than this life!”

Betty stared blankly for a moment, wide eyes filled with tears before she flung to him, fingers wrapping around the Signature S on his jacket
“I’m as much a Serpent as you are Jughead Jones and if you’re stuck here I’m stuck with you. I love Archie, as a brother. I love you as so much more. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I don’t care where or who you are as long as I’m with you.” She held on until she felt him squeeze back, so tight she felt it in her lungs.

“Okay Juliet. Okay.” He whispered against her neck.

“Take me home Juggie.”

And so a tiny blonde and a dangerous dark haired boy rode through the dark place they loved so desperately heading toward the trailer they would call home for the next four years of their lives all the while a redheaded boy watched from his window, a single thought running through his mind

You don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

anonymous asked:

If you wanted to i'd love to see Gav using his charm and wiles to get the others lads out of trouble somehow, maybe flirting them out of some kind of mess or something?

Michael and Jeremy have been dealing with a particularly unpleasant crew, forced into a fake civility every couple of weeks when they go together to collect shipments or demand payments. It’s the sort of thing Gavin would normally be involved with, at least in the early days of establishing a relationship, but no one really wants him near this one at all; the crew in question is incredibly unstable, more mercenaries in an ever-shifting arrangement than anything like the close-knit loyalty of the FAHC, and their leader is absolutely the worst of them. Some smarmy bastard with a stupid name neither Jeremy nor Michael deign to remember – Taylor or Tristen or Troy – he’s always intentionally rude, stopping just shy of openly mocking the Fake’s with an arrogance that even his own people seem to despise.

It would be so much easier to just kill him and move on but no matter how much Michael and Jeremy argue Geoff won’t have it. Something about relations, how for all Toby(?) is an asshole he’s got enough power, a nasty enough crew, that it’s smarter to just wait them out for now, get whatever they can out of them before it all goes south. Which is easy enough to say when Geoff’s got very little to do with them, but nonetheless Michael and Jeremy suck it up, go to every dealing with clenched teeth and itchy trigger fingers, and life goes on.

After one such meeting, maybe three months after this unwilling relationship began, Michael and Jeremy drive out to meet Gavin for drinks, Jeremy tuning out as Michael rants the whole way to the bar because all he wants is a beer or twelve, wanted to just go to their normal dive but Gavin had insisted on coming out to this fancy yuppie shithole. It’s still full of crooks but mostly the rich, stuck-up variety instead of honest thugs, the kind of place that likely only stocks pretentious brews, but Gavin offered to pay so here they were.

Gavin’s already there when they arrive, leaning carelessly against the bar, all fake flirty smiles and inviting angles as he holds court, surrounded by half a dozen admirers - though two in particular seem to be jockeying for his attention. Thing One had just turned to growl something at Thing Two when Gavin notices his Lads coming through the door, lazy showman grin brightening into something more genuine as he shakes off his fans and flounces over. The group is less than pleased, more than one throwing absolutely filthy looks that have Michael sneering nastily back while Jeremy not-so-innocently flexes beside him, neither making any effort to hide their weapons and quickly sending the one idiot who tried to follow into a hasty retreat. Gavin just laughs, grabs a tray of beers before towing his boys back towards a booth.

That should really be that, except apparently Gavin’s not quite finished with whatever game he’s playing. It’s clear his focus is still on Thing’s One and Two rather than the conversation happening around him; he asks all the right questions, hums sympathetically in all the right places, but nothing gives away Gavin’s drifting interests quite as much as the palpable feeling of having his undivided attention.  Michael asks, Gavin ignores him in favour of throwing an all too familiar smile towards the bar, and Jeremy groans, thunking his head against the table and wishing he’d just gone home.

It’s not genuine interest, there’s nothing honest in the way Gavin’s eyes narrow, nothing sweet in the sharpness of his grin, which is just as well really because Gavin certainly knows how to pick them. Thing One is gorgeous in a poisonous kind of way, tight black clothes and blood red lips only accentuated by the wicked looking scar curving across her cheek. Thing Two isn’t quite so put together but is no less imposing, big and blonde and definitely armed.

They both tracked Gavin’s movement across the room like starving dogs, sneering and snapping at one another as they turn back to their place at the bar where they’d obviously been sitting together before Gavin stuck his big nose between them. Jeremy and Michael toss each other a glance, long suffering but confident; it wouldn’t be pretty but presuming it was two on two they could take them. That’s the grim reality of drinking with Gavin when he’s in one of these moods; there’s no saying there will be a fight, but you’ve always got to be ready for the moment he tires of civilised society and pushes someone into violence just because he can.

And Gavin is definitely in a mood, openly playing the two against each other every time he passes on his way to the bar; brushing against one, flashing her a secret little smile, only to make eyes at the other on his way back, the man half rising from his stool as Gavin laughs and trots back to the booth. When Thing One ducks into the bathroom Gavin steals her seat, leans right into Two’s space and orders them each three shots before slinking off again. When Thing Two walks off to answer his phone Gavin’s back to buy One a drink, something straight and dark and far more impressive than his own neon cocktail.

So goes the rest of the hour; it’s blindingly obvious by now, at least to anyone on the outside, that Gavin is driving headfirst into one hell of a fight with no sign of hitting the breaks. His admirers are getting steadily drunker, louder and nastier with one another as they try to compete, and Gavin just keeps throwing fuel on the fire.

It finally comes to a head when, on yet another bar run, Gavin brushes past them both and zeroes in on a third man who’d just arrived, abandoning coy touches and heated looks for his thickest accent and most charming smile. The three at the bar clearly knew one another, the Things had been friendly enough when greeting the third, but the longer Gavin stands there chattering away the cooler their interactions become, shoulders growing stiff and tight as fists clench and voices rise.

Seemingly oblivious Gavin keeps stirring the pot, whispering something to one, winking at another, brushing off someone’s reaching hand only to skate fingers down the other’s arm, until eventually he tosses his head and stalks off in a huff, triumphant little smirk sneaking across his face as an all-out fight breaks out behind him.

Michael, who’d been growing snippier and snippier all night, is fed up with pandering to Gavin’s nonsense when he and Jeremy actually had to work today. He gets himself going on tirade about just wanting to drink and forget the assholes Geoff has them dealing with, not watch Gavin flutter his eyes at idiots and destroy their friendships for his own sick amusement. Jeremy tries to agree wholeheartedly but Gavin interrupts him with an exaggerated pout that quickly bubbles into laughter as he croons back, as infuriating as ever, aw Bois, don’t I always do right by you?

Timing as spot on as always Michael doesn’t even get to snap a reply before an almighty crash has the three of them spinning around just in time to see Mystery Man #3 tripping over the floored bar stool, turning just far enough in their direction to reveal himself as none other than Todd (Tommy? Theo?). He’s reaching into his jacket in a way that has half the bar twitching towards their own holsters but its already over, Thing Two grabbing at his arms while Thing One ducks in from behind, rapid jerky motion of her arm unmistakable as she makes good use of a knife.

There’s shouting now, people moving in every direction as even the bartenders pull out weapons but Michael and Jeremy just turn back to Gavin, eerily synchronized in their surprise, and Gavin smiles. Climbs to his feet and buttons his jacket as casual as you please, all C’mon lads it’s getting a bit too loud in here innit? Like the bane of their last few months isn’t bleeding out on the floor, like Jeremy isn’t still open mouthed in shock, like Michael isn’t choking back laughter all vicious and brilliant, adoring affection so familiar on his grinning face.

Tomorrow Geoff will get a phone call. Will hear that Travis was taken out in some kind of scuffle, died slow and bloody in a bar just outside the city. He’ll hear that it was an inside job, some escalation of a drunken argument between Travis’ people, that their whole crew is in uproar and already splintering apart, not much of a threat to anyone besides each other. Geoff will know that despite their desire Michael and Jeremy couldn’t have had anything to do with it, death witnessed by far too many to be a frame-up, will know that even Gavin, who’d been sniffing around the deal ever since his precious Lads started complaining, can’t possibly have forced Travis’ crewmates to kill him. And yet, tomorrow Geoff will glare at the three flopped all over his couch, faux surprise at the news doing nothing to hide the way they’re as unapologetically self-satisfied as overgrown cats, and will know with the absolute surety of any harried parent that somehow, in some way, this mess was absolutely their fault.

For now, though, three friends spill laughing out of the bar, hopped up on petty vengeance and unmatched camaraderie, on the sweet victory of their chosen reality; the night is young, the city is theirs, and the Lad’s remain untouchable.

The other man ~ Part six

Originally posted by hayeonsoo

Originally posted by tabis-eyebrows

A/N ~ Ok so this one kind of feels like a filler chapter before the action begins in the next one, so please bare with me, I promise the next one will start to pick up and get interesting.

Theme ~ Cheating/Infidelity/Love triangle

Pairing ~ Choi Seung hyun x Reader x Kwon Jiyong

Rated ~ Smut/Angst/Fluff

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It had been a week since Jiyong came to your home that night and you hadn’t heard a word from him or seen him the entire time but it was probably for the best. Part of you wanted to call him to try and explain what happened but you knew it was a bad idea, the possibility of him seducing you again was too great, even over the phone. You didn’t want to risk your relationship with Seung hyun, not now you were closer then ever before. It was almost like a fairy tale with him, just how you always imagined your loving companion to be when you were growing up but you couldn’t shake the guilt you felt for Jiyong, you almost felt as if you had betrayed him. You spent two days locked in his house, willingly giving yourself to him and then a few hours later you were in bed with another. Seung hyun was your boyfriend after all and what happened with Jiyong was never meant to happen but the hurt on Jiyongs face weighed heavily on your mind and heart. It didn’t help any that Seung hyun wouldn’t stop talking about how sad Jiyong looked lately and sharing his assumptions with you on why that was. You didn’t really add to the conversation much when he did this, you didn’t want to give away what had happened, instead opting to throw out the odd simple “I’m not sure”, “that’s no good” and “I’m sure he will be ok” here and there.

Seung hyun had spent the week at your place, leaving every morning to go to the studio before returning late at night. You didn’t mind because it allowed you to get your own work done while he was gone. You were sending off the finished photos to your publicist when a text came through.

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anonymous asked:

I'm a little confused about one of your recent posts, and I really am just curious, so please don't think I'm trying to be mean or something. But when did Jungkook or say he has social anxiety? I've only ever seen him and the other members saying that he's shy, nothing about having anxiety. I agree that people shouldn't push him into posting on twitter, but more out of respect of him as a person.

“In order to become a trainee I came from Busan to Seoul but I was shy and couldn’t make friends, so I was kind of lonely.. Looking back at my audition, I had no self confidence. I couldn’t control my feelings properly.”
- Jungkook

we all know he has gotten a lot better but in the predebut days jungkook was “shy” or that’s what ppl always say. they brush his behavior off as shyness but he was definitely more than just shy.

for example he would:

  • wait until all the members were asleep to get a shower,
  • cry if someone told him to sing,
  • cry if he sang one song badly,
  • cry if someone would simply ask him if he was going to cry:

“In the past, If we ask Jungkook ‘Are you crying?’ He’ll start crying for real.” 
- Taehyung

it’s not only about being shy. he’s very introverted. ppl always make fun of him for not being comfortable around girls, not updating twitter or staying silent in interviews. if you look at the most recent interviews it’s usually namjoon who tries to encourage him to say a few words. the members have also mentioned he doesn’t feel comfortable talking about his feelings.

so he’s not comfortable with strangers but has to meet new ppl almost every day. when walking through a crowd, someone like him is going to need something to help him with anxiety/stress. that’s why he has a fidget spinner! but ppl made fun of him for it again.

he doesn’t use it because they’re “mainstream”. fidget spinners were originally for people with autism, ADHD, anxiety, or social anxiety, or people who just don’t handle public/social situations well.

there’s a japanese interview where the members were talking about their texting habits and they said that jk rarely replies and that has a lot to do with his introverted personality. just replying to a text message can be too much  for him sometimes.

  • JUNG KOOK: I’m not interested in the conversations in the first place. But depending on the situation, I do reply properly!
  • JIN: But one time while I was next to him, Jungkook got a message. If I asked “Are you sure it’s alright if you don’t check that?” he would reply, “It’s spam mail so don’t worry,” before even looking (laughs).
  • JUNG KOOK: No, it’s not a lie, I really did get a weird amount of spam mail. I really didn’t like it. Before, I would go through them one by one, but just like that time would go by. I asked myself what exactly should I be doing and all that remained was a tired feeling. Having said that, I can’t avoid spam mail so, to make the most of my time, I choose not to look at my mail (laughs).
  • JUNG KOOK: Honestly, I probably act spoiled when I’m with the members. They understand my personality, and thanks to them, they’ve helped me in more ways than one.

i wouldn’t doubt he has some social anxiety. i know it’s very easy to forget these things because most of the time we only see his stage persona and how he acts with the other members…. 

Just A Crush

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader Insert 

Words: 3376

Genres: can you take a guess (fluff) 

Summary: you have a crush on matt and you think he cant tell but…he so can. and it turns out he has the same feelings for you. but can one night change everything when Daredevil himself comes crashing into your apartment like, prince charming dressed in red? (i tried to be dramatic. im not good at summaries.) 

Warnings: none, unless you hate small bathroom make out sessions. 

Notes: no one requested this but i hope you like it anyways :) 

“I don’t care if I fall in love to a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell.”

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fibro!tsuna and coping of pain
  • tsuna: i have.. fibro,,
  • tsuna: basically Pain
  • therapist: i'm very sorry to hear that.
  • therapist: let's try meditation. it will help you block out the sensation of pain.
  • tsuna: will it let me blacklist my entire body
  • ...
  • hand: *blocked*
  • foot: *blocked*
  • 3 sq in piece of skin on right thigh: *blocked*
  • tsuna: you're all blocked
  • tsuna: none of you are free from sin.
  • tsuna: or pain.
  • reborn: too bad real life doesn't work that way
  • tsuna: you're blocked too.
  • ...
  • tsuna: *leg starts spasming*
  • tsuna: excuse me teacher my leg is dying i need to take a walk
  • teacher: ..shouldn't you usually rest if your leg is, um. dying?
  • tsuna, already packing up: look buddy i don't know what kind of Normal World you live in but in My world when My limbs start dying i Take A Walk
  • tsuna: bye
  • gokudera: *leaves with him. makes 'i'm watching you' gesture at teacher.*
  • yamamoto: *haha water triiiibe*
  • teacher:
  • teacher: they're not coming back are they
  • teacher: it's barely noon,,
  • ...
  • tsuna: let's play a game!
  • tsuna: it's called 'guess my pain levels'
  • tsuna: pick any number from 1-100
  • gokudera: juudaime that's kind of a, uh.. dark game to play
  • tsuna: nonsense, it distracts me from eternal death
  • yamamoto: i love guessing games!
  • yamamoto: 87
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna:
  • gokudera: you sonnuva- I DIDN'T GET A TURN I WAS GONNA GUESS THAT
  • yamamoto: haha! luckyyyyy
  • yamamoto: what do those numbers stand for anyway?
  • tsuna: how many specific points of my body are currently vying for my attention by telling me they're each undergoing the slowest most painful form of necrosis ever known to mankind
  • gokudera: oxidation?
  • tsuna: oxi-wha--
  • tsuna: i hate you all
  • ...
  • tsuna: okay but tell me
  • tsuna: how exactly does that possession thing work
  • mukuro: why are you.. asking...
  • lancia: don't remember much of it. i think it makes you black out the entire time.
  • tsuna: sounds convenient
  • tusna: i have Chronic Pain And Fatigue though.
  • lancia: ..he won't feel it? probably.
  • tsuna: alright. here's the thing.
  • tsuna: my attendance is horrible
  • tsuna: mukuro i need you to go to school for me for a few days
  • tsuna: also please adhere to this very strict sleep schedule or i s2g if you overwork my body i will find a way to transfer all the accumulated pain onto your body
  • mukuro: do i get a choice in this?
  • tsuna: are you throwing away your Get Out Of Jail Free For A Few Days card?
  • mukuro: you drive a hard bargain, vongola
  • lancia: i can't believe it
  • lancia: you've given him conflicting emotions
  • lancia: truly you are a miracle worker, sawada tsunayoshi
  • tsuna: the only miracle i wanna work is on me
  • ...
  • mukuro, in tsuna's body: kufufufu...
  • tsuna, in their mind: Stop Laughing
  • mukuro: what
  • mukuro: you're supposed to be asleep!
  • mukuro: my possession should be suppressing your conscious mind!
  • tsuna: if i can wake up from feeling like i've taken a hammer to the better part of my sternum, i can wake up from you being a creepy dick in my body
  • tsuna: Cease And Desist
  • ...
  • mukuro, in tsuna's body: yamamoto-kun, how does my hair look?
  • yamamoto: *squints for a heckuva long time*
  • yamamoto: ..looks the same to me, haha. did you do something new to it?
  • mukuro: just a small addition.. is it not noticeable? i thought it was quite clever.
  • yamamoto: ???
  • mukuro: *tries to indicate the pineapple tuft hidden among tsuna's already tufty hair*
  • yamamoto: i don't see anything??
  • mukuro:
  • mukuro: what a waste of effort.
  • ...
  • mukuro, in his own mind: get out
  • tsuna, in mukuro's body: no
  • tsuna: it's cold and wet and i am restful
  • tsuna: i have slept so much. not a single headache.
  • tsuna: kinda hard to breathe but i'm not too surprised by that
  • mukuro: the week is over and so is our deal
  • mukuro: i pranced around in your body, freaked some people out, made gokudera question his sanity
  • mukuro: your bully may have a crush on my laugh
  • tsuna: ?? which one
  • mukuro: the loud one with the sword
  • tsuna: that's a little disturbing. i'll try not to laugh like you then.
  • mukuro:
  • tsuna: *whining* five more minuuutteesss
  • ...
  • tsuna: aaannnnddd now we're back to pain. pain, pain, pain. 24/7 pain. i didn't miss you. i mean, i kinda did. it's really numb without you. felt weird.
  • tsuna: kinda like i wasn't really there
  • reborn:
  • tsuna: well, it was good while it lasted
  • reborn: maybe warn me next time before i shoot mukuro dead and you with him
  • tsuna: wow that's a little drastic just because i let a known criminal who tried to kill me walk around in my body for a week.
  • reborn: your self-preservation instincts can be really ludicrously terrible sometimes you know
  • tsuna: look me in the eyes and tell me you've never wanted to be free of your own body before
  • reborn:
  • reborn: shut up and go back to sleep

anonymous asked:

this isn't a request or anything, more like an idea but imagine lance blaming himself over florona dying (i think that was her name? well,,, the mermaid in season 2) because he thinks if he might just have been able to save her. everything ends with hunk comforting him saying that he did his best and he managed to save a planet and that he shouldn't blame himself ;^)

Oh no I had to rewatch the episode you made me do that how dare you.


They had some time after the energy beacon was activated before the Castle of Lions showed up. At first Hunk and Lance spent the time talking and laughing with the newly liberated Queen Luxia and her people, enjoying their hospitality without reservations. After a while, though, Hunk noticed Lance had drifted away from the others and was staring into the giant glowing pit that used to hold a sea serpent that had held a whole civilization in its sway.

Hunk gently extricated himself from the group he was talking to and swam over to his side. “Lance? Buddy?” Lance startled a bit and turned to face him, and Hunk winced, remembering that not long ago he had done his best to beat Lance to a pulp.

Lance didn’t seem to hold a grudge though. As soon he realized who it was, he gave Hunk a half-hearted smile and went back to staring at the pit. “Hey, man.”

“What are you thinking about?” Hunk asked.

Lance shrugged, not meeting his eyes. “I haven’t seen Flurona around. Everyone else is here. I thought she should be too. But I asked someone, and they said she went for a walk in the Baku garden. Pretty obvious euphemism, now.”

Hunk went still, his heart seizing up in his chest. With everything that had happened, he had somehow forgotten. The queen had told Flurona that she had to go to the garden because she had lost track of Lance. Flurona had accepted it so mildly, so easily, that Hunk had figured it wasn’t that much of a punishment. But now, with what they knew…

The Baku garden had eaten hundreds of these people. Hundreds. Had Flurona been the last one?

Hunk was never going to tell Lance why she’d been sent there, that was for sure. Hopefully no one else would mention it either. The poor guy would just blame himself, even though he’d had absolutely no control over it. No one had meant for this to happen. Not even the queen.

“Yeah,” Hunk said softly. “I’m sorry, dude. I know you liked her.”

Lance shook his head. “I like everyone here. But she was the first one, you know? The first real life mermaid I ever saw. She led us here. And she was so nice. I just…”

“It sucks.”

“Yeah, it sucks.”

Lance pulled in a breath and looked up at the frozen surface, far above their heads. “If I’d been a little quicker… I wasted a lot of time messing around, Hunk.”

“Hey, no.” Hunk reached out and grabbed Lance’s shoulders, turning him to face him. “You can’t think like that, dude. You can’t let yourself go down that road. You did everything you could. Everything. You saved everyone, and they all know it, too. If…” Hunk bit his lip, then went on. “If Flurona were here, she would say so, too. You know that, right?”

“Saved everyone else, you mean,” Lance said, not a little bitterly. “Everyone but Flurona.”

A hundred words jammed up in Hunk’s throat. They couldn’t save everyone. It sucked, but they had to deal. Lance had saved a whole planet, here. He had discovered new abilities, and he had been strong and smart and insanely heroic and even deepened his bond with Blue. Even if he’d been faster, it wouldn’t have been in time to save Flurona. From the timeline they had pieced together by talking about what had happened while they were separated, Hunk figured she’d already gone to the garden before the rebels had even told Lance what was going on, much less formulated a plan and carried it out.

All those words didn’t mean anything to Lance, not right now. He couldn’t focus on the positives, not while he was thinking of one huge, glaring negative. And really, he deserved to wallow a little. Flurona deserved to be grieved over, even by someone who had only known her for less than a day.

So Hunk just sighed and looked down. “I get it. When we get back to the castle, remind me to give you a big hug, okay? The armor and the head bubbles are making it kind of awkward right now.”

At this Lance did manage a smile, small and hesitant.

“And the jellyfish on your head,” Hunk said, dead serious. “When are you gonna take that thing off?”

And for a wonder, Lance laughed. It was short and immediately cut off, but it was a laugh. “Honestly, I’m kind of scared to. I think it might hurt. Guess maybe I should go ask Blumfump. He’s not a scientist, but he might have a theory on the best way to do it.”

“Okay. Let’s go do that.” Hunk got hold of Lance’s arm and tugged him easily through the water, back to the group.

hermione-who  asked:

Wow! I didn't know you write Harmione ones! I love them! Title: We Shouldn't, But I Really Want To Summary: Harry announces that he loves Hermione in front of everyone in the great hall by accident, and they kiss.

okay, full disclosure, i’m not a harmione fan, but i will do my best for you @hermione-who​ because a good writer can write a challenge and i think it’s super important for everyone to feel like their otp is welcome and supported 

Sixth Year - Lightning Era

Title: We Shouldn’t, But I Really Want To
Pairing: Harry Potter & Hermione Granger
Summary: It hit him like a thunderclap at breakfast while she buttered his toast.

“I just don’t get it,” Harry said as they descended the main staircase to the Great Hall. “They never even talked to each other. They can’t like each other. They’re too different. She doesn’t…I mean she - “

“Harry,” and Hermione said his name in her familiar, exasperated way. “You’ll hear it all from Lupin himself, but he and Tonks really are dating.”

“I don’t understand,” said Harry blankly. “They hardly say five words to each other.”

“When we’re around, Harry. It’s not like you go flirting with girls when you’ve got people watching you.”

Personally, Harry didn’t feel as if he could flirt with girls even without people watching him. Ever since the disastrous single date with Cho Chang - and the slight fact that everyone thought he was cursed or something spending all his time closeted with Dumbledore - 

“And besides,” said Hermione, spooning yogurt into a golden goblet before adding fresh strawberries and cream. “What does it matter to you if he loves her?”

“It doesn’t,” and Harry couldn’t exactly explain his surprise and…malaise about it. He had thought… Remus had been devastated when Sirius had died. He had…

“And you’ve seen how miserable she is. She’s been pining after him for months. He only got up the nerve to ask her because she’s been saying how much she likes him in little ways.”

“What do you mean?” asked Harry, as Hermione pulled a few slices of toast towards her, wheat for her and white for Harry.

“Well, I don’t know,” and she laughed self-consciously. “Like she would always save him a plate after order missions. Or offer to team up with him. Or make him a cup of tea if she was having some.”

“But that’s not loving someone,” said Harry, bewildered, and accepting his toast from Hermione. “That’s just being a good person.”

“And when have you done that for anyone?” and Hermione’s voice had taken on a waspish tone that made Harry flush with embarrassment. She was right. He was crap at relationships, thoughtfulness being his worst quality. 

“But-” and he didn’t know why he felt the need to argue the point. Hermione was almost always right about the feelings and things but he couldn’t help but point out: “You and I do those things. You’ve given me toast.”

“We’re at breakfast,” and Hermione’s voice was still testy. 

“But you always butter my toast,” said Harry, something niggling imperceptibly in the back of his mind. “And you let me look at your homework. You hate when Ron copies your homework.”

“Well at least you make an effort,” said Hermione briskly, scraping her spoon against the sides of the scraped yogurt dish and savoring the last bite. “And speaking of, did you finish that essay for Flitwick due this morning?”

But Harry wasn’t listening. He was continuing tallying Hermione’s small acts of kindness he had never really noticed before, and now was embarrassed that he hadn’t. How she always brought tea over in the cold library, or made sure she brought sweets back from Honeydukes, the kind he especially liked, if he didn’t feel up to braving the gawking crowds. And she had been the one to organize the DA for him, who believed in him…the one who had stayed up all night to practice the summoning charm for the dragon. Ron wouldn’t have done that. Ron might have tried, but he would have fallen asleep over the books around three or so and snored while Harry panicked.

And Hermione did little everyday things too, things Harry had to think about: she carried extra quills in her bag for him, in case his broke. He had gotten a headache from that perfume Ron had bought her for Christmas, and she had never worn it again, at least not around him. She had done things for other people too - Hagrid’s lesson planning, and hunting for Scabbers - but not so much as she did for Harry. Like making sure he had a Christmas gift, though they had only been friends for a few weeks his first year. Getting him a broom kit while Ron - supposedly his best friend - got him sweets. Loaning him books she thought he would like such as Quidditch Through the Ages; whispering directions in potions in years previous; never complaining that he paired up in every class with Ron, and she was always left with Neville.

“Harry,” and Hermione was nudging his arm with hers as she riffled through her bookbag. “I’ve forgotten my Ancient Runes textbook upstairs. I’m running up to get it. Can I grab you anything?”

Harry gaped at her. It had honestly never occurred to him how incredibly self-centered and absent-minded he was. Had he forgotten a book upstairs, he would have nipped off to get it without announcing it to anyone, much less offer to grab something for Hermione. Yet this was just like Hermione, doing small things for him in a way he didn’t even realize. Yet without her his life would be absolutely miserable.

“Harry? Anything?” and her voice was annoyed that he wasn’t answering her. Her bushy hair was stuck under the strap of her bag, and Harry felt it was outstandingly important that he help untangle it for her. He bolted to his feet, shoving back the bench, and grabbed her hair. 

She went stock still as he tried to get it out. “What are you doing?” she asked, astonished. 

“Helping,” said Harry, a little helplessly. “Or, trying.”

Hermione adjusted the strap of her bag, her brown eyes wide and taken aback. “Thank you,” she said finally. 

“I’ve just realized that you do stuff like that all the time,” said Harry, but he could hear his voice as if someone else was using it, and he was on the line, a silent third party listener. 

Hermione looked a little abashed, and blushed, not sure where to look as she extricated herself from the bench. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she said, quickly straightening up their dirty plates to make the house elves’ cleanup easier. 

“You said - “ said Harry’s voice, and his inner self began to sense danger. “That Tonks does all those things for Lupin because she loves him.”

“Yes, of course she does,” said Hermione, still adjusting her skirt where the bag was riding it up through her robes.

“But you do that stuff for me all the time.”

“Well of course I love you, silly,” she said lightly, glancing around at the Hufflepuffs nearest them staring in interest, and the other Gryffindors snickering behind their hands. “We’re like family.”

“We’re not,” and the voice on the line kept speaking, and Harry began to back away from himself in horror. He couldn’t do that. He couldn’t say that. He was crossing a line. There was no going back if - 

“Harry-” the familiar two syllable plea for patience.

“I love you too,” and the part of Harry that was still very much awkward, sixteen year old Harry was balling up in rage and anger and humiliation, howling at the stunned looks on the audience’s faces. But his body just stood there, arms stiff at his sides, staring down at Hermione’s face. 

“But I didn’t mean - “ said Hermione, trying to diffuse the tension with a laugh.

“Yes, you did,” said the Harry-automotan. A strange, braver mannequin Harry not at all ruled by his cowardice. “You’ve meant it for years. I was just too blind to see it.”

“Harry,” and his name was a mortified whisper, glancing at all the people around them.

“Tell me it’s a lie,” commanded false-Harry, and for some reason his shame and fleeting rage and embarrassed self crept closer; he felt wholer, more real. 

“Of course I love you, Harry,” said Hermione, still placating, still trying to put him off. “Just like I love Ron and-” she gulped when he walked a measured pace forward. 

He could hear a few girls gasp. “But I love you,” he said steadily. “I think I always have. I was just too stupid to figure it out.”

“You’re not stupid,” and her voice was a thready whisper again. “I never wanted to make it -”

“I know,” said Harry, taking the last step and gripping her shoulder with one hand. “You said it your own way.”

And in a thunderclap, he realized he wanted to kiss her. And the brave Harry that had been on the phone fled into the ether and all that was left was awkward, scared, too-sweaty Harry, staring down - when had he grown taller? - at her familiar face, his hand gripping her trembling arm. All he had to do was - 

Hermione, as was her custom, did most of the work for him. She came forward more than halfway, and then Harry felt himself moving, willing his chicken heart and cold face to bend towards her and they were kissing. And it was easy. It was everything it wasn’t with Cho. It felt like they had always done it. Like it had felt when she had hugged him hard before he went to face Quirrell alone.

You’re a great wizard, Harry, she had told him.

He felt his other arm pressing her back, and he squeezed even tighter as he finally closed his eyes. Because you made me that way, he told her. But he didn’t tell it with words.

Send me a made up AO3 title and i’ll write you a drabble based off of it!

Young Idol [1]


You where in the usual place, with the usual friends, drinking the usual drink  you always drunk. Man high school sucked, you thought, even if it was your last year there you still couldn’t wait to get out of that fucking place and start actually living your life. It’s not the absolute useless assignments that you always had to have ready by Friday that made you hate it so much, god forbid for all you knew these were the best part of your high school life, the fucking annoying thing was the people there. You never really hanged out with people from your high school, you only had friends from unis(universities). They seemed more mature to you and plus their lives were actually interesting unlike from all the people that attended your school.

“What’s up with you today kiddo?” Yura teased you because she saw you thinking to yourself. ‘Kiddo’ is your nickname there, you don’t necessarily like it but you got used to it eventually.

“Its really nothing..” you said drinking the last sip from your drink. ”I should go get another one” you said and went off.

You sat down at a bench a little outside the club you were in wanting to think to yourself some more with no interruptions. You always planned what you were going to do after high school ended. Although  you weren’t an angel or a proper kid you always wanted to attend a very good university - you might not seem like it but you study a lot and you are a smart kid, you always do assignments and get good grades just because you wanted to do something with your life after you graduate- 

Your thoughts stormed off when you saw a male figure sitting down on the bench next to you. ‘Great, just fucking great. Can’t I even get  some privacy around here?’ you thought to yourself. The dude was drunk but you could tell he could get it together - impressing-. He didn’t act drunk it was just this smell of  alcohol showering you even though you weren’t that close to each other. To be honest, he looked a little lost.

“Everything okay?” you said and you saw him jumping a little at your voice. ‘Don’t fucking tell me he’s so drunk that he didn’t even notice me’ you thought

“Sorry, I uhm..” his eyes met yours, and even though there was little light you could still see them sparkling “I’m sorry..I didn’t see you there..” he said moving his head downwards, now looking at the ground. 

‘Fuck his proportions look flawless’ you thought inspecting every inch of his face. But, why does he look so familiar? Could he had come to this club before? I mean, its a fancy club and it attracts some pretty fancy people, but he is not.. just fancy. You couldn’t really describe it but there was something more to him.

“Seeing something you like?” he said and his cockiness caught you of guard. He was a lost puppy just a second ago..

“Not much but, have we met before? You look really familiar..” you said and obviously your question seemed like something he didn’t  get that often.

“You, you don’t know who I am?” damn, he sure is full of himself. He did look genuinely surprised though..

“Ugh I don’t know.. should I?” he seemed intimidated by your answer. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, Wow that’s a first, you almost always can read through people like they are an open book, but he looked like he had sealed the pages.

“No.. no you shouldn't” he gave you a smirk that could kill. ”You know, I’m not usually like this. I mean I don’t get drunk or come to clubs for that say” he paused looking at your  face slowly coming towards your eyes. “ People like you would consider me a ‘bore’ “

 “People like me?” you questioned

“Yes you know, people that have friends and can go out and have fun, drinking talking going outside without any trouble” he said

Without any trouble? Well yes that was part true. Your parents weren’t exactly happy for you going out like this, not knowing your friends. But your good grades made up for it. You weren’t a bad kid nor would you ever be influenced by things people would do, and your parents knew that.. they were just a bit cautious and you couldn’t blame them, they were your parents after all.

“Without any trouble?” you questioned chuckling. “ What exactly could put you into trouble? You look a little too old to be schooled over”

“Its… the job I do. Lets say that it doesn’t allow me to go out.” he said

“Well I see you out right come you can now?”

“I wore this” he pulled a face mask out of his jacket’s pocket “Not a lot of people can recognize me if I have this and a hoodie covering my face..and its not fun to wear them so I just decide to hang indoors, if you could call it like that.”

You started putting the pieces together. He was obviously someone famous, that’s why you felt like you knew him. But did that change how you saw him? Not at all.. you weren’t like that. People were people no matter what.

“So it’s indeed that hard to be famous huh?” you chuckled and he laughed along knowing that you were on to him.

“You have no idea..” he smiled at you. His smile was beautiful, nothing like his smirk before, his smile was kind of dreamy.

“So what are you doing this late in a dark alley outside a club mister Famous?” you asked jokingly

“Well I’m pretty happy because I found what I was looking for” he paused after he saw the expression you made. This wasn’t what you singed up for. You didn’t want to be part of his ‘I’m a famous fuckboy’ game. “For gods sake I didn’t mean it like that” he smiled “ I wanted to find someone apart from my band members to talk to. To not know and for him to not know me, but its kind off hard if you're like me..”

You knew how he felt even thought you weren’t famous. You were willing to hear everything he had to say and let him get things out of his chest. This had nothing to do with the fact that he was famous, that was just you being you.

“Well, I’m all ears” you said

“How can I be sure that you are not a sesang that is going to post everything about this conversation on twitter? Or even worse, a reporter?” you laughed when you heard that. You got up “Fine i’ll just leave then” you joked. He reached for your hand pulling you back down next to him this time a little closer. “ No, please stay..” he said

“Alright. Start quickly thought.. my friends will be worried, if they start searching for me and find me I can not assure you that they will not recognize you”

With that he started telling you everything with some jokes in between to shimmer down the atmosphere. He told you how he was really stressed about their upcoming comeback, about all the new promotions that they would have and how they didn’t got a proper break. He told you how much he missed his parents and how sad he was to not get to spend new years eve with them. He ended with the thing that has had him depressed for a long time now, his grandma. He loved her a lot and he misses her even more. He didn’t go into much detail about that though you couldn’t blame him, he was a stranger to you after all.

“Wow that felt better than I thought” he said and grabbed your palm. “Thank you..really”

He was a great guy, you could tell. His love and respect  for his loved ones effected you.

“But hey I never asked” he smiled at you “ what’s your name?”

“Oh its Y/N, how about you?”

“It’s really, really nice to meet you Y/N” he smiled while getting up bringing you up with him. He gave you a very quick and innocent kiss on the cheek witch felt like heaven. He then went to a black car parked a little farther from where you were standing. He opened the door and looked at you, the light now was enough to see his face a little better. His eyes.. hell those eyes..

“I’m Taehyung, Kim Taehyung”

anonymous asked:

Could you pretty please write a fic about Eren thinking something is happening between Mikasa and Armin. He sees then sneaking off together, Armin going in and out of her room, Armin holding Mikasas hand. He sees it all, it bothers him and he doesn't understand why, shouldn't he be happy for them. Instead he wants to yell at them, maybe punch Armin and cry. All that's really happening is Armin is asking Mikasa for advice on how to woo Annie and Armin listening to Mikasa talk about Eren.


Pairing: Very lightly implied if you have a microscope Eren/Mikasa; light mentions of Armin/Annie  || Rating: K  || Words: 872

Warnings: none

A/N: Thank you for the request!! I always love me some Armin/Annie :3 Also, thank you to all who are sending me requests! Some are turning out to be longer than others, so please know I am definitely working on them :)

This is ridiculous. Wrong, and utterly ridiculous. He’s never minded business that wasn’t his own and has longed since learned to respect the privacy of others. But this - whatever it is between them - has left him confused, distracted, and preoccupied with thoughts and questions.

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Tell Me Why We Shouldn't (Oliver Sykes Smut)

Can you write one about austin carlile or oli sykes? Where y/n is dating harry styles and somehow they meet and austin or oli is like “oh my god you’re Harry’s gf” and they start to talk and she tells him that harry is mean to her sometimes and fluff and tears. Maybe they end up together x

Outfit Tell Me Why We Shouldn’t (Oli Sykes Imagine) I waited at the coffee shop for my boyfriend Harry Styles to meet me. We had been dating for a couple months, and believe me, it wasn’t easy. The fans, the hate, we couldn’t even go outside to go for a walk. We finally found a quiet coffee shop on the outskirts of town to have lunch at, and I was excited to have some one on one time with Harry. My phone beeped and my excitement quickly dissipated. “We can’t hang, fans and traffic are in the way.” That’s it? No, ‘sorry let’s reschedule,’ or 'come home and we can hang out here?’ I hated to admit it, but Harry didn’t always treat me right. He treated me like I was nothing to him. I tried not to let it get to me, I knew he had a lot going on in his life, new albums, tour and his friends. I just wish he’d spend more time with me. I was pulled out of my thoughts as my table was bumped by a man with slightly long wavy hair. My eyebrows furrowed and I glared at him. I instantly stopped when I saw who it was. It was Oliver Sykes of Bring Me the Horizon! I stared at him, my mouth slightly open. I shut it quickly as he looked for an answer to say. “I’m so sorry… Aren’t you.. Y/N L/N? Harry Styles girlfriend?” He asked. I quickly shushed him. “Not so loud! Your Oliver Sykes… I love your band so much!” I whisper yelled. He pulled the chair out in a 'Can I?’ gesture. I smiled and crossed my arms on the table, waiting to hear what he had to say. “Wow, what are you doing here?” He asked me.  “Well, Harry and I were supposed to have lunch here, but he got caught up in something.” I said, looking away. “I don’t know why he would cancel on such a pretty lady.” He smiled at me. I blushed and took a sip from my tea cup. “Well, its not the first time he’s canceled on me..” I muttered. “What do you mean?” God, he was so hot. He had an adorable accent as well. “He just… Ugh, how do I explain this? He doesn’t spend much time with me. I mean, I can’t really blame him, he has a lot to do.. But, I just wish he would pay more attention to me, y'know?” I vented to him. God I must’ve sounded so desperate. Oli smirked at me. “If you were my girlfriend, I would treat you much better than that. Especially since you’re so beautiful.” He said to me. “That would be nice..” I said. Fuck? Why the hell was I saying this? “I’m sorry if this offends you but, I think he doesn’t deserve you.” He said as I looked at him with a confused look. “What?"  "If he can’t treat you right, then leave him. Be with someone who understands you.” “I can’t leave him.. Imagine all the hate I would get…” I said, looking down at my tea cup.  “I’ve debated leaving Harry more than once, maybe more than I’d like too. I know what would happen, I would be all over magazines,  the fans would double the hate. God I already get so much hate as it is… I just don’t know.” I said, my eyes filling up with tears. Oli put his hand on mine. “Please don’t cry… How about we go somewhere more private?” He asked. I looked up at him. “Like where?” I asked, sniffling. “My place maybe?” He said suggestively. Was he hitting on me? Did he like, wanna get with me? My mind swam with thoughts, but I cleared them away quickly and agreed to go to his house with him. ~ After arriving at Oli’s house, things got a little… well heated.  Our conversations turned to saying how much Harry didn’t deserve me to Oliver repeatedly complimenting my body. In a second he had me underneath him and we were close enough, our noses touched. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” He said, kissing me on the lips. I closed my eyes, kissing him back. I honestly shouldn’t be doing this but what Oliver said was true. Harry didn’t deserve me. If he wanted me, he would’ve treated me better. I ignored all of that and moved my hips in rhythm with Oli’s. He groaned and moved his hand up to cup my breast. The kiss got more passionate and I rubbed my hand where his package should be. Oli pulled away and smirked to me as he pulled off my shirt. He stared at my body in awe for a few seconds then slowly unclipped my bra. He took one of my breasts in his mouth, rubbing the other in his hand. I moaned and Oli grinned up at me. He peppered kisses down to my waist then back up to my mouth again. “Fucking tease.” I moaned to him. He laughed, rubbing my inner thigh and pulled my skirt up a bit. For a few moment, I let him drink in the sight of me and then I pushed Oli over so he was underneath me. I played with his waistband and grabbed his cock through his pants.  “Who’s the tease now?” He groaned as I slowly undid his pants. I pulled down his boxers and took his member in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, my hand rubbing the untouched part. Sucking my cheeks in hard and rapidly moving my head, I looked up and Oliver as he gave another loud moan. “Fuck, Y/N. This is what Harry’s missing by not hanging out with you.” He said, stroking my dirty blonde hair. I tasted the precum in my mouth and moved him faster into my mouth. “Y/N.. I’m close.” He moaned. I took him out of my mouth for a few seconds and licked up his cock before putting him back into my mouth. I rubbed the untouched half furiously. I hummed against him, sending vibrations which triggered him to cum into my mouth. I swallowed, then pulled my bottoms off, and slowly lowered myself onto his length. “Oliver…” I moaned as I began bouncing up and down on his lengthy member. He thrusted deeply into me and his hands rested on my hips, pushing me very deeply into him. I moved my hips into circles as Oli moved his body to get a better angle.  “Oli!” I moaned loudly. He took one hand off of me as he rubbed my clit furiously. I flung my head back as he thrusted deeper and deeper into me. I rolled my hips, leaving no part of my body untouched. Oliver hit my g-spot and I gasped. He must’ve heard me and he thrusted deeply into my special spot harder and harder.    “Ugh! I’m close!” I moaned. I felt a knot tie in my stomach as he thrusted harder into me, using both hands to push me down as far as I could go on his length. “I-I know… Just let it go!” He said. I screamed as I felt my walls clench around his length, my orgasm spilling everywhere. I climbed off of him and onto his chest, kissing him on the lips. “This is an awkward time to ask this… but will you be my girlfriend?” He asked me. I smiled and buried my head into his neck.  “Yes.” ~~ 2 years later ~~ I felt a pair of arms wrap around me as I felt a kiss on my neck. “Oliver, stop it.” I said, trying to concentrate on the pancakes I was cooking. He sprinkled kissed up and down my neck. “I’m so glad your mine and not Harry’s.” He said. He rubbed up and down my hips as he continued to kiss my neck. Two years ago Harry and I broke up and Oliver still liked to remind me why we were together. So I could be treated right. “I’m all yours.” I replied, kissing him on the mouth.
The Strings of Fate (Made Them Stronger Together) PT. III


The CEO looked up from the list she was double checking when she heard her name being called, her red lips turning into a smile when she saw Kara walking inside her office with bags of take outs.

Leaving the list on her desk, Lena stood up and met Kara by the couch, giving her friend a side hug and the now usual kiss on the cheek.

“So, is everything okay at Catco?” Lena asked when they settled on the couch, Kara with her Italian pasta and Lena with a quinoa salad, to which she saw the blonde making a disgusted face but chose to ignore.

“Oh, yeah! Everything’s great. Although Snapper’s now making the lives of a new group of interns a living hell, but, they’ll survive.” Kara said. “What about you?”

“I was checking the list of things we’ll need for Lucas’ birthday, actually. I want it to be perfect and safe, but most of the locations have a pool.”

“Oh, I was checking it myself this morning! We could have one of those playground ball pools instead. Like, a big one. Luke will love it! " 

Lena chuckled when she saw Kara’s eyes shining with excitement. 

"Alright, I’ll get you one of those.”

Kara gasped, “It’s not for me! I want it to be perfect for him and the other kids.”

Lena shook her head, smiling. 

Since Luke’s one year old birthday was coming up, Lena decided to throw him big party slash fundraiser to raise money for the Children’s Hospital and the National City’s Orphanage. And even thought they didn’t know the exact date of his birth, they chose the day Lena found him at the park as his new birth date, and were decided to shower him with affection and a day full of fun.

Even though Maggie said he wouldn’t remember a thing, but Lena and Kara ignored her.

“This will be his first public appearance.” Lena said quietly.

“We will all be there, so it’s gonna be fine.” Kara squeezed Lena’s hand gently.

“I know. But a lot of important people will be there to meet him. I’m kind of nervous. I don’t want him to be like the next… Prince George or something.”

Kara scoffed, “Pff, please, Lena… Lucas is way cuter than Prince George!”

Lena couldn’t help but swoon at the reporter’s words, “He totally is!”

They shared a laugh, before falling silent for a few minutes as they ate, but Lena knew Kara long enough to know something was bothering her for a couple of days now.

“Is something wrong, Kara?”

Kara looked up from her now empty plastic container, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose nervously.

“I felt like something was… off that day. Is it because I didn’t warn you I was leaving Luke with Alex and Maggie? Because if it was, I’m so sorry! J'onn called me and I left in a hurry an-”

“What? No, of course I wasn’t mad at you for that! I know it’s your job, and they’ve watched Luke before.”

“Not for that long, though." 

"I trust them and I trust you. I know Alex would never let anything happen to him and Luke loves Maggie’s craziness." 

Kara nodded, but Lena knew she still wasn’t completely convinced. 

"Did Alex say something to you before I got there?” Kara suddenly asked, looking up right into green eyes.

This time Lena was the one who avoided her gaze, bring caught off guard so suddenly by the blondes question.

“I… no. Of course she didn’t. Why would she say anything to me?” Lena responded, still not meeting Kara’s eyes.

“Don’t lie to me, please.”

Lena sighed, finally looking at the superhero. 

“She didn’t say anything…” Lena said, and Kara motioned for her to keep talking, “But… I don’t think your sister likes me very much. I feel like she doesn’t really approve of you spending so much time with me and Luke.”

Kara slid even closer to Lena in the couch. “Why do you think that?”

“I’m Lex Luthor’s sister, Kara. I know when people feel uncomfortable around me.” Lena confessed with a bitter smile.

Kara sighed, and Lena noticed her cheeks turning slightly red as she said her next words.

“Alex has nothing against you, specifically. She’s just… s-she’s… being an over protective big sister. She tends to do that with people I… care about.” Kara said, quickly completing. “But don’t worry, I’ll talk to her!”

Lena frowned for an instant, before she too felt her cheeks burning.

“Oh.” She cleared her throat. “Shouldn't you be giving Maggie the shovel talk?”

Kara smiled proudly, “Oh, believe me, I did. And with my suit on.”

They laughed, but Lena still felt like Kara was holding something back.  

“Anything else’s bothering you?”

Kara sighed, looking back down at her hands. “I’ve been meaning to ask you something for the past couple of days, but I didn’t know how…”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, Kara. Just ask away.”

The kryptonian took a deep breath, her blue eyes meeting green ones, before she finally asked, “I just wanted to know how you’re feeling with Lucas calling me mom, too.”

Lena bit her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling at Kara’s nervousness, placing their empty containers on top of her coffee table to take the blonde’s hands in hers.

Luke’s vocabulary still consisted of some insistent babble, fingers always pointing at things he wanted, and screaming ‘Ma’ every time one of them was in the room. 

And Lena loved every second of it. 

“To be completely honest with you, I love sharing this with you.” Lena said, chuckling when she saw Kara’s surprised expression. “You’ve been with us since the beginning, Kara. Luke can’t sleep without hearing your voice when you sing him beautiful kryptonian lullabies, he gets so excited when you’re there to play or watch cartoons with him, and not to mention that one time he pushed me away so you could feed him. We even have a schedule.”

Kara blushed and looked away, trying to hide her smile, but Lena saw it anyway.

“He's yours, too.” the brunette intertwined their fingers, biting her lip, leaning in and touching her forehead with Kara’s, their noses brushing together when Lena boldly said, “And so am I.”

Kara smiled.


Lena was in her kitchen preparing a natural smoothie, when she heard the front door opening, footsteps approaching the room only a few moments later.

“Hey, Lena.”

Lena looked over her shoulder, seeing Alex carrying what looked like a very heavy box in her arms.

“Oh, hey, Alex." 

Alex left the box on top of Lena’s marble kitchen island, opening it with a swiss knife so casually the CEO almost laughed. 

"Kara said she’s coming, but she got stuck with Superman doing… whatever it is they do in that Fortress of Boredom. So she asked me to stop by the printer to get Lucas’ party invitations. And she gave me the key, I hope she warned you.” Alex said, still fumbling with the box’s lids.

Lena nodded, “She texted me." 

Lena poured her smoothie in a mug, "You want some?”

Alex looked up from the box, checking Lena’s mug before shaking her head, “No, I’m fine. It's green. Maggie will probably want to taste it when she gets here. You guys are weird.”

Lena chuckled this time, because even though Alex and Kara weren’t blood related, their disgusted faces after seeing a natural green smoothie were exactly the same.

Maggie would probably agree.

Alex finally opened the box and reached inside to check one of the invitations templates. 

“Damn, is this a kid’s birthday party or wedding invitations? It looks good but so expensive.”

Lena smiled, “It’s also a fundraiser and we’re inviting a few of the most important and richest people in the city.”

Alex raised an eyebrow at the box, “A few? Right.” Alex looked around, frowning after realizing how quiet the place was. “Where’s the kid, by the way?”

“Boy’s Night Out.” Lena said with a quick shrug.

For a few weeks now, a couple of hours before their weekly gatherings, Winn, James and Mon-El would come by to pick Lucas up for a stroll around the city, only the boys for some 'male bonding’ as the photographer said once, before coming back for a night of games and junk food with the whole gang plus the baby.

Lena actually loved how Kara’s (and hers) friends quickly got attached to Lucas, and how they always made time for him. 

“You’re still letting those wackos take him out?” Alex asked with a smile. “God knows what they’re using your kid for. Probably to pick up some girls.”

“I trust them!” Lena laughed. “You and Maggie take him out, too.”

“That's completely different.” Alex smiled, before staring at Lena for a moment. “So… Kara talked to me about… some things.”

Lena suddenly felt alarmed.

“She did?”

“She said you think I don’t like you." 

Lena closed her eyes for a moment, "She didn’t have to." 

Alex crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the counter.

"It’s okay. She was pretty pissed, actually.” Alex chuckled, before taking a deep breath. “I have nothing against you, Lena. Honestly.”

Lena nodded, looking down the floor.

“I really trust you to protect Kara no matter what and I’m very grateful to you for that. And don’t even mention Lucas… I adore that kid.”

 Lena gave her a small smile. “But?”

“But,” Alex continued. “I’m still her older sister. I’ve always felt like it was my duty to protect her. Sometimes I forget she’s a grown woman.” The DEO agent smiled. “And after Lucas, I confess I was worried about her. About how attached she felt to your baby. She lost her entire world, and no matter what I did, she just felt so lonely at times. I was worried she could get hurt if you didn’t return her feelings, and that I wouldn’t be able to pick up her pieces after.”

Lena felt her cheeks burning at Alex’s words. 

“F-Feelings?” She chuckled nervously.

Alex laughed, shaking her head. “Really? You guys raise a kid together! You can’t possibly not see that my sister is crazy about you.”

Lena blushed, heart beating fast inside her chest, “I’m crazy about her, too.”

“I know. That’s why we’re having this conversation. Because if you hurt her…” Alex pointed a finger at Lena as a clear warning, but the smile on her lips betrayed her.

Before they could say anything else, the front door opened again, loud voices and laughes being heard from the kitchen. 

Lena and Alex went to the living room, only to see James and Winn carrying at least a dozen pizza boxes (Mon-El and Kara did eat a lot), Luke perched on the dexamite’s shoulders, arms wrapped around Mon-El’s forehead and surprisingly Maggie with a few packs of beer. 

“Hey, babe, I’m a honorary bro now and-” Maggie said, showing off her dimples towards Alex, squinting her eyes as she looked from her girlfriend to Lena. “You were giving her the shovel talk, weren’t you?”

Alex shrugged as Lena blushed just as Supergirl decided to walk in through the balcony’s door in that exact moment.

“You were threatening her?” Kara asked angrily, hands on her hips. 

“It was just a warning.” Alex rolled her eyes. 

“Oh, Alex’s threats are a little bit scary. I remember when she did that to me.” Mon-El said, looking between the Danvers sisters. 

“So, the shovel talk really happened?” Winn asked curiously.

“Are you guys official now?” James questioned with a hopeful smile. 

Lena and Kara shared a look, looking like a pair of bright red tomatoes, before they started to laugh nervously.

“What do you even-”

“Official? What-”

Luke’s and Mon-El’s heads went from side to side ad they stared at the baby’s mothers trying to come up with poor excuses for why they weren’t together yet.

“Well, Lena did flirt a lot with Kara even when we were still dating. And Kara flirted back.” The daximite said. “I even offered her for Lena to join us, since on Dexam a three wa-”

“I-I…. just.. shut up and give me my son!” The superhero quickly said, walking over and taking Luke in her arms.

Lena approached a still red Kara, but she chose to ignore what the other alien said, avoiding that particularly subject like always, running her hand through Luke’s dark blonde hair. 

He seemed happy to just be in Kara’s arms, his hands curiously touching her suit. 

“Hey, sweetie. Did you have fun with your crazy uncles?” Kara asked, kissing his forehead gently.  

Luke obviously didn’t respond, but he smiled at the guys when his mother mentioned them.

“It was awesome!” Winn said, already chewing a slice of pizza.

“It was really fun, we fed the ducks at the pond.” James nodded.

“Not to mention it's incredible how women easily give out their numbers when we have a human cub! Earth’s amazing!”

“Mon-El!” Winn and James yelled together. 

“Maggie, I can’t believe you let that happen!” Alex grumbled.

“I got there after that!”

“See, Lena, I told you they were using my nephew to pick up on girls!" 

As told hey kept arguing, Lena only looked at Kara.

"Your friends are crazy.”

“I think you mean our friends.” The blonde said, leaning in to finally kiss the CEO’s cheek like she always did after getting home from work, but this time suspiciously close to Lena’s mouth.

Luke’s birthday party slash fundraiser was amazing.

Lena felt completely surprised to see a few of her important guests like politicians, business partners and snob philanthropists actually enjoying themselves, wearing casual clothes as they all chased their children through the green yard of the huge mansion she rented for the weekend. 

But nothing made her feel more accomplished than seeing how happy Lucas was, even if he was only one year old and wouldn’t remember this party.

His almost jumped out of Lena’s arms when he saw the huge playpen set up outside (Kara did crawl inside to enjoy the ball pool with him), his eyes shined with every new birthday present placed in his arms, and he seemed absolutely fascinated with the idea of shaking people’s hands.

Lena couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy.

She had just talked with the pair of magicians she hired for some last minute arrangements, when Lena felt someone touching her shoulder lightly, turning around to meet a pair bright blue eyes.

“Lena Luthor.” The redhead said with a small smirk. 

“Emma.” Lena smiled back nervously, immediately feeling her cheeks blushing as she looked back at the woman. 

Emma Herveoux was Lena’s first ex-girlfriend. They met in Paris, after attending a workshop about women, politics and economics in Sorbonne, starting a intense relationship right after. And even though Emma was an incredible woman, she reminded Lena too much of Lillian sometimes.

“I’m glad you see I still make you nervous.” Emma’s lips were still stretched in a smirk as she looked at Lena hungrily. 

“Of course you don’t! I’m not… nervous.” Lena scoffed, even though she was still blushing. 

“Who would’ve thought, Lena Luthor, a mother.”

“Things change.” Lena shrugged.


Lena turned in time to see Kara approaching, Lucas in her arms, his face, shirt and hands covered in blue icing. 

"Guess who decided to wander over the food table and not so sneakily grab some cupcakes?”

Lena couldn’t help but smile when she saw the despite the mess, Lucas looked completely satisfied.

“Oh, so here it is the famous Lucas Luthor. Already a trouble maker.” Emma said with a smile.

Lena noticed that Kara only then realized they weren’t alone, turning to look at the redhead.  

“Kara, this is Emma Herveoux. We… took some college classes together.” Lena said, without meeting their eyes.

“I believe we did a little bit more than that, but I’ll let it slide." 

"Oh. I’m Kara Danvers.” Kara forced a smile, offering her hand for a handshake, but Emma only looked down at the hand with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the gesture.

“I’m sorry, dear, but I don’t commune with servants.” Emma simply said, looking back at Lena. 

And that’s why Lena broke up with her. 

“With… y-you think I’m…” Kara’s face turned an alarmingly dangerous shade of red, and Lena thought her eyes could burn Emma down at any minute now. “I'm not his nanny!”

Emma raised her eyebrows in surprise.

“Emma,” Lena started, clenching her jaw to prevent herself from making a scene. “Kara is Luke’s other mother.”

Kara raised her chin, holding Luke (who was still licking his fingers happily) even closer.

“You mean you’re…” Emma pointed her finger between them in question. 

“We are.” Lena wrapped one arm around Kara’s waist, raising an eyebrow in defiance. 

“Well, good for you.” Emma said, before walking away. 

“I can’t believe her nerve-” Kara started. 

“I know! I’m sorry!” Lena quickly apologized. “I probably should’ve triple checked the guest list, too.”

Kara took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment before breathing out, looking slightly calmer.

“I’m gonna change him. We’ll talk about this when we get home.”

Later that night, after the party was over and the presents were opened, they tucked a very tired and sleepy Luke in, and he fell asleep immediately. 

Kara gently ran a hand through his hair, and Lena knew she was x-raying his small body to make sure nothing was out of place like she did every night, leaning in to kiss his head.

They stood there for quite some time, only staring at him, his chest raising and falling with every breath, arms wrapped around his beloved stuffed octopus.

“I love him." 

Kara said that so quietly Lena almost didn’t hear, but of course she did, and she couldn’t help but get teary-eyed with teary hose words.

Because she knew Kara loved him more than anything.

Lena slowly approached Kara from behind, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s middle and bringing her closer, placing her chin on the other woman’s shoulder, feeling Kara relax in her embrace. 

"I know you do.” Lena whispered. “Our son is so lucky to have you." 

Kara smiled at those words, placing her hands on Lena’s arms.

"You told your ex we were together this morning.” Kara said, turning around in Lena’s arms to face her.

“I did." 

"Are we?” Kara questioned. 

“Aren't we?” Lena asked back, eyebrow raised.

Kara rolled her eyes. “Do you want us to be?”

“Do you?”

Kara pushed away Lena away, clearly frustrated.

“Stop doing that!”


“Avoiding it! We’ve been avoiding everything that’s happening between us, avoiding those feelings, the signs… I know you, Lena. And I know the way look at me, and the way you touch me, and the way you keep over thinking if you should kiss me or not." 

Lena looked down at her feet, feeling extremely ashamed of herself. 

"I know you’re afraid I’ll say I don’t want you.” Kara continued, stepping closer again, cupping Lena’s cheeks to make her look up into blue eyes. “But I won’t. Because I do want you. I love our family and I am in love with you.”

Lena felt her lips stretching in a smile as she wrapped her arms around Kara’s body and finally kissed her, trying to pour down everything she felt for the kryptonian in that kiss.

When they pulled away, they were still smiling, breathing heavily, and Kara looked over her shoulder towards the crib.

“We should probably move this to-”


Lena stifled a yelp when Kara suddenly carried her bridal style, holding tightly into her shoulders until they reached the bedroom, still sharing small kisses on the way.

Lena was used to overthink every little aspect of her life, mainly her professional life.

If there was something she always used as a escape route to not think about things, it was sex. Sex for her used to be rough and intense and all about power, but always quick, after all she didn’t have time.

She didn’t think about it, she just did.

But sex with Kara…

She felt her mind overflowing with thoughts as her skin burned.

And for some reason she started to think about philosophy and poetry. 

About how in the first time Kara touched her, Lena felt like she was breaking little by little, and when the blonde ran her hands slowly against Lena’s sides before intertwining their fingers to pull the brunette up to sit on her lap, taking one of the CEO’s nipples in her mouth reverently, Lena felt like Kara had just reconstructed her piece by piece.

Lena’s brain overloaded when she thought about power, about how she easily gave in to Kara’s wishes when the blonde turned her around, kissing the skin between her shoulder blades down her spine until she nibbled Lena’s asscheek, getting back up only to hold dark locks firmly in one hand as she fucked Lena with the other from behind.

And the kryptonian kept building and rebuilding Lena over and over again through the night.

And Lena suddenly realized she had never made love.

“I like my body when it is to your body…” Lena whispered, eyes closed as she played with the ends of Kara’s hair, the first rays of sunlight hitting their bare skin through the window. “And possibly I like the thrill of under me you so quite new…”

Kara raised her head from its comfortable spot on Lena’s chest, frowning confused even though she had a small smile on her lips.

“What is that?”

Lena smiled, “A few pieces of some E.E. Cummings’ poem.”

“Oh, yeah?" 

She caressed Kara’s cheek tenderly with the tips of her fingers. "Lady, I will touch you with my mind. Touch you and touch and touch
until you give me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene.”

Kara blushed furiously as she smiled at Lena’s words, biting her bottom lip, and the CEO only chuckled. 

“I wasn’t too rough was I? I-I’m sorry I just couldn’t… control myself.” Kara gently touched the bruises on Lena’s neck.

“Don’t worry. It was actually very hot." 

They laughed, kissing softly, before hearing Luke waking up through the baby monitor. 

"I’ll get him.” Kara kissed Lena lips one more time, standing up and wrapping one of Lena’s robes around her body, walking out of the room to get Lucas.

Lena sighed happily, deciding to take a quick shower, joining Kara and Luke in the kitchen a few minutes later.

They snuggled on the couch, the TV playing some cartoons as Luke kept walking around the living room’s floor where his new toys were all scattered. 

“Who would’ve imagined that we’d be here five months after finding that little guy?” Kara said, staring at Lucas as he studied his new set of shape sorters. 

“I certainly haven’t. I thought I would stare longingly at you forever!”

Kara laughed, “I’d probably say something.” Lena felt Kara staring at her with a small smile. “You were so pretty, and I was already so in love with you.”

They kissed slowly, before they felt Luke climbing their legs to sit between them, making his mothers pull away from each other.

“Hello, there!” Lena chuckled.

“Mom!” He pouted towards them, and Kara smiled, offering him a eskimo kiss. 

“And to think it all started when I decided to go to that park.” Lena wrapped her arms around her favourite blondes in the whole world. “I didn’t believe in fate until the day I met him. Something brought him to me. To us. I’m so grateful for our family. I love you both so much.”

“And we love you, Lena." 



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Deep Breath | two

Originally posted by k-pop-crazy

genre: angst/fluff

words count: 2.9K

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I hated myself for lying to him. I couldn’t shake from my mind the image of his face when the words left my mouth. The tiny smile he had on disappeared and in its place was a frown. He couldn’t understand my words just as much as I couldn’t understand why I said them on the first place.

All he did was force a smile and nod. He apologized for running after me, said he wouldn’t have done if he knew about it, said that he should have guessed about my feelings from the way I acted and by the feelings he got because of me. The fear that ran through my body was real, he had said.

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dude but what if there are a handful of unofficial tests after becoming an agent

like officially unofficially, they say they want to test how much a recruit can drink on a mission before they’re impaired  

but unofficially unofficially, really it’s to get some blackmail on them so they listen to merlin on missions

so it’s all sneaky and stuff where merlin and percival are like, ‘oh good job you two, really good job. let’s have a drink’ and eggsy and roxy are suspicious but 1) free drinks 2) they’re young and naive little fools 

harry comes back and is FURIOUS he missed it so merlin, after forgiving him, shows him the highlights of the night from his and percival’s footage (swearing and mentions of sex ahead) 

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Draco Malfoy x Muggle Girl
  • Draco x Muggle Girl
  • Draco Malfoy walked the streets of London. He was far away from the Malfoy Mansion and his family.
  • The boy had a lot on his mind, he was torn between what is right and wrong. Draco was sure he is a bad person, doing terrible things and that he is just like his father. He didn't realize he couldn't be someone else even if he wanted to. Lucius and Narcissa tried their best to raise him in a proud pureblood wizard, worth of his family name.
  • But Draco Malfoy wasn't a bad guy. No one who doubts in his actions and questions if he did a right thing or not could ever be a terrible person.
  • The truth was, Draco wasn't the saint, not even close, tho he tried his best to be better in the past few weeks.
  • Why? Maybe because he felt this guilt inside him.
  • One can only imagine what Draco went through his years. He couldn't betray his family name, his father and aunt Bellatrix were both Death Eaters and Draco knew long ago, he will be asked to join them once. Not like he had a choice, if he turned them down, he'd not only risk his own life, but his parents too.
  • And now Draco was wondering, he knew the day of him becoming a Death Eater was coming close.
  • He made a few steps down an empty street. The houses were nothing like those of the wizards, muggle's have quite of a strange taste, he thought.
  • It was a beautiful and peaceful day in July, the weather was perfect and it seemed like everything in the world is going just fine. But it didn't.
  • Draco took a deep breath as he sat on the bench in the park. He was looking at his feet, while his hands rested on his knees.
  • Silence was broken by a laughter which made Draco look up from the ground.
  • His eyes searched across the trees until they landed on a girl, not far away from him. The girl was smiling, her eyes were full of happiness, something what Draco's missed for a long time.
  • Everything on the muggle girl spoke she wasn't a witch. She wore short jeans and white Chuck Taylor's and Draco couldn't help but admit the red shirt she was wearing really complimented her long (y/h/c) hair.
  • The girl laughed again, as a dog brought her a tennis ball. She picked it up and threw it in Draco's direction.
  • And then it hit Draco's head. It didn't hurt pretty much, but still Draco rubbed the side of his head while he stood up.
  • The girl's eyes widened.
  • "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" She shouted as she rushed to Draco.
  • "Are you okay? I really didn't mean to throw it at you." She spoke softly.
  • As she was closer, Draco noticed her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes and a few freckles spread across her nose and cheeks.
  • She was pretty, he thought.
  • "Um, it's okay." Draco blurred out. He picked up a green ball, turning it around and watching it closely.
  • He saw that for the first time in life, until then he only knew for the Quidditch balls.
  • He went to pass her the ball, but before he could do that the dog jumped on him.
  • "Marley! Stop it, leave him alone." The girl shouted as Marley winged his tail, looking at Draco.
  • Draco smiled and patted his soft fur.
  • "I'm (y/n)." The girl spoke suddenly and Draco looked up from Marley.
  • "..I'm Draco." He smiled.
  • "That's your name?" She questioned and then Draco reminded his name wasn't used in the muggle world.
  • "Yeah, um it's kind of a nickname.."
  • "" The girl said and smiled again.
  • From her eyes to her mouth there was this positivity she had, the kind Draco has never seen before. Like she was smiling all the time and couldn't stop.
  • "Is this your dog?" Draco asked.
  • "Yes, I found him two years ago on Christmas. Someone must have had abandoned him and then I took him home. We're inseparable ever since." (y/n) said.
  • Draco smiled. "Do you live near here?"
  • (Y/n) nodded. "Just around the corner. But I never seen you around here."
  • "Yeah, well I'm from Wiltshire." Draco replied.
  • You nodded. You looked up at him, in his eyes. He was different from you and all others you have met. He smelt of peppermint and warm ocean breeze. Draco, even his name was strange, beautiful, but strange just as him.
  • "Are you visiting someone here, or..."
  • "No, no I just wanted to get away from.."
  • Silence. Draco was out of words, should he tell a total stranger about his family? What he feels? Would she judge him? Think he's a coward and arrogant?
  • As his gaze fell, your lips curled in a slight smile. He wasn't shy, you thought, he was more of a thinker and a loner. The one who keeps their mind for themself and reveals nothing to the world. You suddenly realized he was hurt. In his eyes you could see the sadness and despair.
  • "I understand," you spoke, "I to get away from time to time too."
  • Draco looked up at you and smiled.
  • "Care to join me and Marley on a walk?"
  • Draco nodded "I'd be glad to." He replied and you two continued on walking.
  • Draco told you about his strict parents, about his doubts and fears. You realized all people he told you about had strange names and it felt like Draco lived in another world. Yet, you understood him. You could feel what he felt. Fear or letting other people down, fear of disapproval and not becoming what you want to be. The person who you really are.
  • "Sometimes," Draco said "the greatest fear of mine, is being myself."
  • His eyes were staring up in the sky, like they were looking for something.
  • He then sighed and gave you a broken smile.
  • "You shouldn't be afraid of who you are and what you fear, Draco. Even if you did bad things, that doesn't make you a bad person."
  • The two of you continued on walking, talking about your families, friends and the world around you. Draco was very sweet and nice person and even if he told you he wasn't you truly believed he was.
  • It was getting darker, you and Draco forgot about the time and stars already appeared in the sky.
  • "I'm really glad I met you." Draco said.
  • Marley sat at his legs, looking up and begging for his attention. "Both of you." Draco added and patted your dog.
  • "The pleasure is ours Mr. Malfoy." You said and he chuckled.
  • "I hope I see you around (y/n)."
  • You nodded slightly. You too, hoped on seeing him again. But there was this feeling that you won't.
  • Again Draco's gaze fell, but this time he wasn't silent.
  • "You are the only one that thinks there is something good in me. I appreciate that, (y/n), really. You are the kindest person I have ever met."
  • That gave you chills. It wasn't the typical compliment one gives you when you first meet him. You smiled at him before you spoke "I'm sure I'm not the only one, Draco. And you really are a good person. I feel...I feel like I've known you for years. And I believe there is more good than evil in you."
  • The street lights went on and there was only you, Draco and Marley. It was like a dream, standing there, looking up at Draco who looked like he was made in heaven.
  • You couldn't believe how someone like him felt so bad about himself. Why couldn't he see what you saw.
  • "There should be more people like you. At least there where I come from. But today, here with you, I felt so much better. Like I'm in another world." Draco spoke.
  • His eyes were telling he was being completely honest to you and you were honored.
  • You took his cold hands in your warm ones and your heart was no longer the center of your body, but in that moment every conscious part of you was in the hand that Draco held.
  • "We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine." You said, before you let go of his hands, knowing well you will never see him again, even tho every single inch of you hoped that you will.
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Word Count: 1470

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst, very very domestic parent!phan

Warnings: denied adoption (not explicitly mentioned, but strongly hinted at)


Thomas knows something’s up with his parents. They had forgotten his bedtime story the last few days, so he goes to their room to ask for one, and is instead confronted with the sight of his Papa comforting a crying Dan.

A/N Don’t worry, this has a happy ending, I promise.

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Summary: You and Youngjae get paired up for a choir duet, and you get along better than expected.

Genre: Fluff/smut

Length: 2413

Ship + Smut Request

You all gathered around as the choir teacher prepared to announce the people who would be performing solos and duets at the next concert. You and your friend held hands, and you crossed your fingers. You desperately wanted a solo. Music was basically your life, and you had been working hard for years for a moment to really shine. There were two solo shots, so you thought you had a chance.

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