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Sigiling Selfies: How to Anti-Taglock Pictures of Yourself

So @dontusemycauldron mentioned this to me at some point, and it took a few days for it to really sink in. They told me how some people put sigils on their photos to prevent people from using them as taglocks for things like cursing. And I went, “well holy shit, that is fucking clever,” and proceeded to do it with every single one of my selfies I’ve posted to Tumblr. Not because I’m concerned, but I like to put faith in preventative measures. 

I decided I was going to show you guys how to do it - at least with SAI, because that’s the program I tend to use for art things now (and I can’t find a good crack of Photoshop anymore). However, any art or digital media program that makes use of layers and transparencies can be used for this technique.

First off, you want your sigils. I made two personal ones, and I also made two for Tumblr use. However, I’m going to recommend that you create your own sigils with your own statements of intent, if you can.

“This photo is bound from being used as a taglock.” 

“This photo is not successfully used as a taglock for cursing.”

Ideally, you want digital sigils with transparent backgrounds, so you can avoid as much visual disturbance to your picture - you don’t want people to see or know there is anything over top of it, right?

Anyway, now on to the (SAI) tutorial!

Open your selfie and your sigils; you can switch between them along the bottom of the SAI window. Copy and paste the sigils onto your picture. I do this by clicking on the sigil’s canvas, hitting Ctrl+A and then Ctrl+C, then selecting the canvas with the selfie and hitting Ctrl+V. I can show the screen commands, however, for those that aren’t so tech savvy:

The “paste” option is also in the “edit” menu, as you can see. When you’ve done that, your selfie should look something like this:

Well, you know, you won’t look like me…but your sigils will have pasted in the top left corner of your picture. And they’re very obviously visible. BUT fortunately we’re not done with it yet. 

Arrange your sigils over top of the face part of the selfie, however you want. I didn’t specify before, but the icon that looks like the cross with the arrows on each end (highlighted in blue here) :

…that’s the move tool; click on that, then on each separate layer, and you can move the layer around as you wish.) You definitely wanna do this before you change any of the transparency of the sigils, while you can still see them. Ultimately it doesn’t matter how you arrange them, just as long as they are on your face. Mine look like this:

It almost makes a heart shape, lol. So, those familar with SAI know where to look to see the layers. Mine were on the left-hand side by default, I know that is something you can change, however. They look like this:

On the bottom you can see the separate layers - your picture, and the sigils each on their own layer. Above that, you can see the “mode” and “opacity” tools. Those are the ones we care about.

Experiment with the mode if you want - it isn’t required, but it can help. I like to put mine on “overlay,” because it adds to the visualization of the sigils seeping into the picture and blending in to it. You need to click on each separate sigil layer to apply the mode. That makes it look like this:

And with that we’re almost done! Finally, just change each of the sigil layer’s opacity to 1% by clicking on the opacity bar and dragging it almost all the way down. You want them to not be at zero because they still need to be on the pictures and not “off,” but if you put them at any higher than 1%, you can still see them, and you definitely do not want people being able to see the sigils. Once you’re done that the selfie look like this:

Can you even tell there are sigils over top of that? There are. Four sigils, now, actually, lol. And this is how the layers look over on the side in SAI:

As you can see, the mode has been set to overlay on both, and they are both at 1% opacity. From there, save your picture (file, save as), feeling free to specify in the title that one has been magic’d. Then, you can upload them without any worry!

Of course, this can be done with sigils for other purposes - I just made this post with the intention of preventing selfies being used as taglocks, because that’s what I did to mine today. However, you can easily apply any sort of glamours to your selfies, if you desire. 

I hope this helps anyone, or inspires anyone! Let me know if you have any more questions, or if I wasn’t so clear about things! This is my first time making a tutorial for any art program, I dunno if I did any good… But, yeah, just let me know if you have more questions or anything! :)

Fruits - Peter Parker

request -  hi! i was wondering if you could write something about a peter x fem!reader where she’s homeschooled and doesn’t have friends and then she meets peter and they become close ? thanks!! 

a/n - i changed the request up a bit, and made the reader tony’s daughter to give it an even more ‘fluffy’ feel to it and i think it failed horribly BUT thank you so much for 1k!!! i can’t even believe all the love i’m getting for these fics, it makes me so happy to know you guys like them :) don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

I sat at the dining table just across from the living room, headphones in as I watched a math lesson that was just uploaded onto my school’s website. It was just around 10 AM when my school day started, a bowl of freshly cut fruits on the table as I took notes in my small book, sometimes glancing around to see if something more entertaining was going on.

Being the kid of a billionaire had it’s perks, but some downsides to it as well. Sure, I was able to access anything through money, but I was stuck at home a good 99% of my life, hidden away from the public eye at the request of my father. I’ve never been able to go to school and have a ‘normal’ life, with my only friends being the middle aged people the world calls the Avengers.

I paused the lesson and took my headphones out, heading out to the kitchen counter to pour a cup of coffee for myself, only to hear the door opening.

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Listen Close (Smut)

Request from anon: A bossy Draco smut where the reader and him kind of hated each other at first, so when they “do it” it’s a very dominant Draco please?

Thanks for requesting, I’ve only done ’smut’ once before so sorry if this is really awkward and a bit bad 😂 plus, I really hope this uploads on tuesday.

Originally posted by nellaey

You’d somehow ended up at yet another Slytherin party. Your friend had convinced your sorry arse to get dressed and go with them to this party that you didn’t really want to go to. You’d lost the match against Slytherin today and you weren’t too keen on showing your face at their victory party, especially considering Draco Malfoy would particularly enjoy mocking you the whole night. Either way, you’d found yourself sat in an overly large leather armchair, throwing  every drink anyone gave you down your neck. If there was anything you were good at, it was partying; you could hold your drinks fairly well and you were usually up for almost anything after you’d had a few. 

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On Camera

Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.

I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!

Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.


Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.

Showering every morning, brushing his teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day without fail, the list went on. Little things.

One of his many routines was to live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?

New videos went up on Wednesdays, but the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too lazy to straighten his bedhead.

And they would always ask him to go bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was obliged to do.

So when he woke up late one Sunday with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let it get in the way of his routine.

He discovered a note from Keith on the kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You don’t even like soup.”

Lance chuckled softly, which quickly led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the stream.

“Hey guys,” he said with a small wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.

The chat was quickly flooded with “HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries about his health.

There were quite a few “Are you okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s personal favorites being “You look like shit.”

He read off the last comment with a short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought, he added, “Nice name.”

After a short pause of him continuing to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”

As the viewers seemed satisfied with this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of “Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.

“Mullet Boy is running errands,” Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”

Keith and Lance had been sharing an apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.

Eventually, the accidental publicity that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly found adorable.

Numerous people began telling Lance to prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”

Lance read through some of the responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.

“Actually, I got some good news for you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”

Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked. “Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I can even convince Keith to play with us.”

Lance couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiastic response that got.

“I think I’m going to get myself some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea? Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”

Lance almost regretted this comment as a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer screen.

“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”

Lance stood, and was about to start towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused. He knew immediately something was wrong.

His legs felt like jelly, and the room seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t make sense.

Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet him. Everything went dark.


Keith glanced at his phone as he moved around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.

Lance’s channel got some negative feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.

Lance was anything but consistent when it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you name it.

But Lance’s favorite thing to do were collabs.

Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer, had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite assistant.

Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly. For two player games, Lance was ideal.

Allura was an extremely popular beauty channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to. Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.

And Keith… well, the two of them had a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no means regular.

Keith was surprised at how much he had started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.

Without thinking too much of it, Keith swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes snagged on something odd.

Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it. Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live again.

Keith bristled. Lance better not be still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’

But when he looked at all the mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then panic.

“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”

Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to wait for the slow, crowded elevator.

He fumbled to fit his key in the lock and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the floor in front of the couch.

“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”

“I’m back,” Keith answered shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez, you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”

“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What? No, Lance, I was saying you have a fever.”

“Because you’re hot and I want s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going, and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because of a fever.

Keith glanced at the computer sitting on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”

“So you finally admitted it,” Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see him grinning up at Keith tiredly.

“I meant your temperature, dumbass. Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”

And with that, he shut off the stream.

BMC YOUTUBER AU

LETS DO THIS


(I know there’s this amazing ask blog ( @ask-gaymermell ) and while this is separate from theirs (and I kinda came up with this idea before I knew about the blog) I still highly recommend that way more than these silly ideas.)


Rich:

•Starts out doing EXTREME stunts on vine of all places.

•They are freakin INSANE OK?

•Jake is the one who films it

•He does get pretty popular

•A little bit before Vine dies, Rich moves to YouTube and makes his videos more of showing him doing the set ups and showing what goes on for a stunt.

•They are still really reckless but that’s what everyone is there for.

•It’s soon coming up on the anniversary of him doing stunts for 3 maybe 4 years and he wants to do something EPIC

•Something that has NEVER been done before. And he hyped it up months in advance and his audience is mega hyped!!

•Until Rich suddenly disappeares

•For like three months, people thinking that he just… quit.

•Until Rich finally comes and uploads a video.

•It’s really vague, something happened with his stunt. Involving a fire. Him being in the hospital. And a friend getting hurt as well.

•Rich says that he can’t do stunts anymore, and that he doesn’t even know what to do anymore. YouTube was the way he made a living. But he doesn’t know what to do.

•"So… this might be goodbye. I’m sorry everyone.“

•There is a lot of people who felt bad for Rich and many who thought he was being a baby. This incident ended up becoming huge, news articles putting up stories, information being revealed.

•After 6 months, Rich appears again in a new channel. A vlogging channel of all things.

•Rich confesses that he had never truly showed himself to his audience before (for some reason…). And he had "edited” his lisp out of his videos. But he said that from then on, he was going to be honest and true.

•People were a bit salty about him still not doing stunts. But to Rich it didn’t matter, soon he admitted that he was having more fun doing this rather than stunts.

•Soon after a couple of months on the first day of June, he comes out as Bi. Telling a story that he had never thought of guys before and when he did he denied any sort of attraction. Until after the fire, when he decided to be true to himself.

•He does make an icon out of that, no longer being known as the “stunt guy” but the “bi boi” which made Rich laugh.

•Not soon after did Rich introduce his best friend (soon later to be boyfriend, but I’ll explain that later) Jake. Who had been shown in videos before but never introduced.

•But Rich always kept a jacket on. And wore makeup on his face.

•Many people would ask about what happened but Rich never wanted to talk about it. Many theories about it arose about it.

•Until on its anniversary, where Rich decided to tell how he was “convinced” to do this big fire stunt. Even though Jake and others had warned him.

•Rich then took off his jacket and his makeup to show his burns.

•In the middle of the video Jake had to come in and help Rich talk about what had happened.

•Jake had saved his life, but had broken both of his legs in the process. Jake still had to wear braces on his legs at the moment.

•But it was getting better. Rich and Jake were often considered the “power couple” of YouTube. Despite the fact that Jake didn’t have a channel. Or did he?


Jake:

•Loves music, so much. And puts his music on YouTube for fun.

•This is even before Rich had moved to YouTube or had even gotten big on Vine.

•He never shows his face, he makes his own art for the song and has it play in the background.

•He wasn’t popular at all. No one knew about his channel, not even Rich. But Jake rarely uploaded anyway. Only like one song ever couple of months.

•Jake wrote about being popular, about having fun, about summer, and about school.

•One day… he wrote about love.

•It was after the fire and Rich was in a full body cast. Him in a wheelchair. Rich had confessed everything to Jake. The Squip. The stunts. Everything.

•It only took a month for Jake to fall for him and write a song about it.

•and it EXPOLDED

•Which Jake didn’t even realize until Rich came in happier than he had been in weeks saying “Jakey D! You gotta check this out!”

•When Jake heard his own voice, he was shocked. He then checked later to see that it had over 1 million views.

•Jake started getting emails, asking to sign on. But Jake denied them all. Music was hobby, and Jake didn’t really want it to be more than that.

•But he continued to write music, but now. He wrote about his family. About being alone. About drugs. Each one getting more and more popular.

•And Jake honestly couldn’t believe it. Especially when his best friend / crush became his biggest fan.

•He never planned on telling anyone. But one day as Rich had one of his worst days in awhile. Jake wrote another song. For him.

•But instead of uploading it first. He came into Rich’s room with his guitar. And he sang.

•Rich originally thought it was just another one of his songs. Playing from his phone. But he didn’t recognize the song. So when he looked up at Jake, he was shocked.

•Jake sung about all the things he loved about Rich. How despite everything they went through he still loved him. Jake poured his heart and soul into it.

•when he was done, Rich kneeled on his bed grabbed him by the shirt into a big kiss. Didn’t really matter that the big guitar was in the way.

•Jake didn’t reveal himself as the mysterious artist for awhile. But the inside jokes that Jake and Rich had may have hinted at it.


Jeremy:

•Jeremy was told by Rich, who he had met in passing. Recognizing him on the spot. To get a Squip, and that’s how Rich could do all that crazy shit he did.

•Jeremy wanted to be cool like that. Have fans. Michael already had his own gaming channel, but Jeremy wanted to be better.

•The Squip had decided that Jeremy should ditch the gaming and do challenge videos instead. All the popular stuff. Even though Jeremy didn’t really care much for it.

•Soon Jeremy was starting to do more dangerous stuff. Talking about sensitive topics.

•Michael tried to talk to him, but Jeremy just said that he was jealous that he was getting more subs than him.

•The Squip is about to make him do something really crazy when Jeremy finds out what happened to Rich. So he gets Michael’s help and shuts down the Squip.

•Jeremy then makes an apology video about the sensitive stuff he said. And deletes his channel. Making anew as a Lets Player.

•And he and Michael start dating.


Michael:

•Michael had been doing Lets Plays for YEARS!!!

•He loves it a lot.

•But as Jeremy ignores him, his motivation for videos slip.

•When they have a fight where Jeremy just thinks Michael is jealous. Michael does have a panic attack and just can’t make videos because of it.

•Once it’s all resolved. Michael apologizes and promises to put more effort into his videos.

•Michael is also a big figure in the LGTB+ community (like Rich) having no shame in admitting since the very beginning.

•Once Jeremy and him start dating they start a collab channel that is them either playing games. Doing funny stuff. And vlogs.

•They are kinda of like the Dan and Phil of this universe.

•They have people guessing for months if they are dating or not.

•Till at Vidcon they are doing a panel and someone just yells at them to kiss.

•Which they do, to the surprise of MANY!

•"Man, I was having fun teasing everyone though.“

"Think of it this way, now you can kiss me anytime you want.”

“True that.”

AND THATS ALL I HAVE GOOD NIGHT

Would You Be So Kind

I want to dedicate this fic to @nerdyadventures , who also beta this fic. You were with me for almost the beginning of the story and there is no way this would be the story it is today without your support, I don’t have words to tell you how thankful I am for you and I’m sorry this story haunted you even in your dreams. For @ltrumbley@bananannabeth @keekal and @artemisrae too, you guys helped me so much even if you didn’t realize it. Y por ultimo para @vithcytries eres una campeona y te agradezco tanto por cuidar mi espalda.

For the PJO/HOO Big Bang 2017.


I’m pathetic’ Annabeth thought while she clicked on the next picture, ‘very, very pathetic.’ It was a Saturday night, her roommates were out in some club having the time of their lives and what was she doing? Sitting on her bed stalking her crush on Instagram. To make things worse her crush was also her best friend for over ten years, her brain yelled at her to leave her phone but she clicked on another picture, it was of her and Percy on Montauk, his arm was around her waist and she was wearing his snapback, they both were grinning at each other and they looked so…couply. Her heart squeezed in pain. She looked at the date and tried not to groan, the picture had been posted 145 weeks ago. When did she go so deep into his page? Well, being fair, he didn’t post that often and most of the time it was random pictures and barely pictures of him unless he was with his friends (her heart did a whole routine when she realized he had more pictures with her than with anyone else)

Annabeth threw the phone on her bed. She should have gone out with Piper and Hazel but she wasn’t really feeling it, she wasn’t feeling like doing anything. Work had been brutal that week, her bosses had overworked her, leaving Annabeth laying on her bed wondering if it was worth it walking to the kitchen for a glass of wine or going back to stalk Percy’s pictures? She was sure he had a few of shirtless ones…The sound of the doorbell made her jump, she wasn’t expecting anyone and Piper and Hazel had their own keys. She did a quick check of her clothes, an oversized gray sweater, and some old constellation pj’s pants, she looked as presentable as she could be.

With one last groan, she left the room, putting her hair up in a bun. “Who is it?”

“The love of your life.” Annabeth recognized the voice, a smile forming on her lips.

“Is it you pizza? Have you finally come to elope with me?” A familiar laughter came from the door just as Annabeth was reaching to open it, revealing the man whose pictures she was obsessing over a few minutes ago.

“Unfortunately it’s Chinese not pizza,” Percy said with a smile that melted her, he looked good, too good for someone who just came out of work and was stuck on a long train ride to Brooklyn, it should be illegal to look effortlessly good. “But I hope you can still take me.”

Annabeth sighed dramatically. “I guess I can make an exception for tonight,” She took the bags from his hands and walked back inside, Percy following her. “And what do I have the honor of your lovely visit tonight?”

“I missed my best friend, isn’t that enough of a reason to come here unannounced?” He walked to the kitchen and started pulling plates from the cabinets. “Piper and Hazel aren’t home?”

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Vkook shippers vs Jikook shippers.

Honestly I feel like I need to say this since I’m a BTS Stan and one that is Jimin biased (just in case you couldn’t tell because of my URL, profile pic or well…Anything) but honestly more than anything I’m an A.R.M.Y and it’s pretty sad that things like this:

Happen. 

“Leave me alone ft.Jimin”

and I’m calling Vkook shippers out because this was made by a Vkook shipper as you can read in:

“True Love ft.V”

This joke is so 2013 that it isn’t even funny anymore and it was never funny because it was never reality. Jungkook himself got offended when people thought that he didn’t like Jimin because of the (fan service) thing they had going on where Jimin would chase Jungkook and JK will push him away.

Now I don’t know if it’s out of frustration, I don’t know if this was a salty post because lately (ends of 2015, the entire 2016 and 2017) we have been getting a lot of Jikook, to the point that K-Armys (who weren’t shippers) were saying that Jimin and Jungkook were probably a couple the day that this happened.

That was literally less than a week ago, where A.R.M.Y.’s were around the boys the entire day and they were the ones saying this, and I only uploaded 1 pic out of the many we got that day.

Let’s remember Jungkook is the same guy who got the nickname “Satellite Jeon” by K-Army’s because he’s always around Jimin, almost as if he was following him around, do you really, truly think Jungkook hates Jimin or is this a salty type of joke you’re doing to let out your frustrations with the ship?

Now, before you comment on this that I’m cross tagging and that this shouldn’t be on the Vkook tag let me tell you I can’t care less about those comments right now.

The reason being because most of Jikook shippers are pretty chill and we never talk about Taekook unless we get asks about the ship, you know why? because most of us aren’t salty about shipping. 

But this isn’t new, there have been Taekook shippers sending hate to Jimin since forever because according to them he “cock-blocks” their ship and because suddenly, they forget that they’re A.R.M.Y’s who love BTS and become salty shippers who would send hate to a member of BTS because their ship isn’t giving them enough moments.

It’s so sad girl, that you guys are this frustrated with the ship, I truly wish you get the most amazing moments by Taekook soon and don’t have to be making stuff up, like I saw some of you in twitter making things up about the fan sign and how Taehyung and Jungkook had a matching ring that meant true love even when it was a gift from a fan, then Taehyung took it off and moved on with his life, or how you also made up asking Jungkook what type of relationship he had with Tae and apparently he answered “ ask him, if he says I can tell you, I will”

Who are you trying to fool?

And if you don’t “relate” as a Vkook shipper to the salty side of your ship, that’s great, I applaud you and I’m not here to tell you what to ship or not, that’s your business. You don’t need to comment under this post “Not all Vkook shippers are like this blah blah”

But shit, there’s a big part of your fandom who, instead of wasting their time shipping stuff, they waste it in a ship they don’t like.

That’s it, now leave Jimin alone and stop being a fake ass fan because of your ship.

Busted

Originally posted by aomg-jaypark

Busted

“This place is incredible” you chimed following Tablo through the halls of the AOMG office. He laughed seeing you stop off at each of the studios, poking your head inside and just taking it all in. “I can’t believe it. People actually work here” 

Tablo chuckled looking back at you. “You act like you’ve never seen a studio before. YG literally has Iron man in the lobby”

“That’s the lobby…And I mean…the ones at YG are so boring.” you pouted. “These all have such personality. Like the Gray Ground. He named his studio that’s so cool” you were practically bouncing from how excited you were. You’d seen Choice, Kush, and Teddy’s studios but they were far from Wow. GD’s was pretty cool, but come on, it was GD.

Tablo laughed opening the door and leading you into the next room. “If it means that much to you, then just name your studio too.”

“Fine. But I’m demanding YG-PD also give me a budget for LED’s, paint and decor”

“I’ll put in a good word for you.”

“Oh and candy! Gourmet chocolates from Belgium”

“What?” he scoffed

“Ya know…for clients…” you laughed.

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The YOI Soundtrack is absolute genius PART ONE - Kamome

So, this is a post I’ve really wanted to make for a while. And, I know how much people seem to like my metas, so why not? I will preface this with the fact I am not a musical expert. I had vocal training, was in a few choirs etc., but I have no qualifications, I’m just a nerd who’s really into music and analysis. I would be perfectly okay with someone with experience sweeping in to tell me I’m completely wrong, these are just my personal thoughts and observations. Also, if you want to skim this, I’m bolding the main points.

I have a bone to pick with the Yuri On Ice Original Soundtrack(s), because they’re absolute bloody genius. And personally I think, represent a lot about Viktor and Yuuri’s relationship.

My main focus will be on three: Kamome, Passacaille In Barcelona, and Yuri On Ice itself. To stop it from getting to a ridiculous length, I’m going to be tackling this in three different parts. 

First, the appropriately named Kamome (translating to ‘seagull’ in Japanese).

One thing you have to understand is that consistently in the music, Viktor is represented by strings, and Yuuri by piano. I’m not going to claim that this is true for 100% of the anime, but honestly just listen to background in the scenes for the characters (even down to their Free Skate music! The difference between Stammi Vicino and Yuri On Ice!), you’ll see what I mean.

Personally, I think this represents their personalities. Though it’s true you can pluck strings pretty quickly if you want to, none of that really happens in the pieces we care about. In fact, Viktor’s pieces are always so steady sounding (some are waltzes, I believe? A very sturdy dance and beat). Whereas, a lot of the piano represented by Yuuri is super erratic and unpredictable. I don’t think I really need to go that deep into explaining why that represents them both, and what they brought to each other’s lives so beautifully. But oh boy, the piano and string pieces meant to represent the both of them together?

We see Kamome used in three scenes, which all represent similar events in that the scenes start with Yuuri fighting on his own, and end with a greater bond between he and Viktor. Those scenes are:

Yuuri running off to practice figures in Ice Castle (episode two)

The infamous beach conversation (episode four)

The Christmas market scene (episode ten)

And the same story is told through the music too!

Now I believe the figures scene and the market scene both use the exact same clip of the music, which happens to be the start. Honestly, just listen to how innocent it sounds. For me at least, the first part of Kamome reminds me of a music box. Which, if we take that image, makes me think of repetition (you know those spinning ballet dancers and such? – Interesting that we see Yuuri skating figures with this playing).

Now, these two scenes skip the strings sections and just keep the little piano parts. And to be fair, these are both scenes that only lead up to Yuuri bonding with Viktor, hence the solo piano; Yuuri is fighting on his own, making his own choices.

So, we’re left with one scene were the music is pretty much as it appears on the purchasable soundtrack: the beach scene. This is, in my opinion, the best symbolic use of the music. First of all, we start off with the innocent sounding piano as Yuuri recounts that story of Detroit, which again portrays him in a naïve and kind of childish/innocent light. And finally, we get the strings at this moment:

As soon as Viktor reaches out to Yuuri, the music has a different mood. The strings fill in the gaps the piano left, almost swirling around it and complimenting it in the best of ways. If you will, Viktor is literally meeting Yuuri where he is, both in animation and their figurative strings/piano representations.

The music for that scene ends there, but if you listen to the whole piece, it almost tells the story of Viktor and Yuuri all together. This is going to be a lot easier if you actually listen to it, the music is on both Spotify and Youtube.

0:00-0:28 We have the innocent music box piano, AKA Yuuri on his own

0:28-0:51 The strings have joined in, but the piano definitely seems to be leading, so this part represents where Viktor followed Yuuri’s lead, and decided to ‘meet him where he is’

0:51-1:10 This part feels more like a mutual balance, showing how Yuuri has begun to accept Viktor’s presence, and even trusts him more.

1:10-1:20 The piano is alone again, but this time much more playful. For me, this sounds like an invitation, especially with the little flourish at the end that begs to be completed. The anime literally shows this, as it’s the same moment Yuuri actually extends his hand to Viktor in invitation.

1:20-2:00 This honestly sounds more like the strings are now leading, showing how Yuuri has finally put his faith in Viktor. Now the piano sounds like the steady beat, which could perhaps represent how the tone of the anime shifts as we find more out about Viktor, and see how Yuuri created stability in his life too.

2:00-2:18 The piano and the strings are now in perfect harmony, creating a beautiful, romantic sounding duet as they’re less distinguishable from each other. To be honest, this is the exact conclusion of Viktor and Yuuri’s relationship in canon – just take a look at the Stammi Vicino Duetto

To be completely honest, I have no idea whether the Yuri On Ice creators actually intended this to be such a perfect representation of viktuuri or not, but I kind of think it is? Why? Kamome. Seagull. Through the entire series, seagulls are used consistently as a symbol for Viktor and Yuuri’s love. Sometimes it’s a mere background shot, but it is explicitly brought to our attention. Although it could just be called Kamome due to the beach scene it’s in, I have to think it’s deeper than that.  

So, long story short, some serious praise is deserved, because this is symbolic genius.

Even if you don’t buy into my analysis, please listen to it because it is a BEAUTIFUL piece of music.

(I promise I’ll upload part two and three soon, but this third is over 1000 words and took me a while to write, so please be patient)

One And Only

IMAGINE: Both Mary and John know that (Y/N) has Sherlock wrapped around her finger. Sherlock, being Sherlock refuses to believe this. Can one dance change his mind? 

[gif is not mine. a bit fluffy and ooc of sherlock (sometimes).] 

warnings: none

words: 1059


He stood there bashfully, no not bashful but just not wanting to interact with people. He was watching her, like what he did with others. He deduced her and found her fascinating, he usually wasn’t attracted to anyone, he was a lone wolf with the exception of his brother and John. Why was he suddenly feeling this way?

He saw her dance with her colleague, maybe? Or her friend? Either way he was jealous and he did not like feeling this way. Although lately he’s been feeling jealous if there was a guy anywhere near her, or who looked at her like a piece of meat. He felt possessive over her.

She was beautiful today, like any other day. She was wearing casual clothes, her hair up in a bun and a smile that graced her face. How did he get to meet her?

“Hello you.” She greeted him as she walked up to him. “What are you doing here all alone?” She gave him a hug which he hesitantly returned.

“Hello. You know me, this is a good place to observe.” He waved his hand around and gave her a small smile.

“Well, stop observing and dance with me. This is a club, you know? You dance, you socialise and you don’t deduce,” she laughed, not at him but with him. “So, come on stop it and have fun!” Her voice went a bit husky at the end and he felt unnecessary  blood flowing between his legs.

“Can I just sit here instead? I haven’t been to one of these, I don’t know what to do.”

“Alright fine,” she pouted, “but let me buy you a drink and we can socialise together.” She winked at him as she walked over to the bar.

He walked over to a free booth and sat down. ‘This place is odd.’ “She’s got you wrapped around your finger huh?” He heard John as he sat down next to him. “She’s good for you Sherlock. You both deserve each other.” Mary who sat next to him nodded enthusiastically. “See? Mary agrees with me.”

“What are you talking about?” Sherlock feigning innocence. “We are nothing but friends.”

“But friends turn into lovers Sherlock,” Mary put her input in, “and I can see the way she looks at you she feels the same way. That girl is enamoured with you.”

Sherlock couldn’t help but feel something stir inside him. ‘Well this is a weird feeling.’ “Wow, Sherlock Holmes speechless, that’s one for the books.” John teased him as he sipped his beer.

“What’s this? Sherlock being speechless?” He saw her as she tried not to tip over the beers she was holding. “Who managed to make him speechless? I want to personally meet them.” She winked at him as she slid over next to him.

‘She smells like fruit. Apple and grapefruit, not one of those really fruity smells, just the right ratio. And it smells heavenly.’  “No one’s managed to make me speechless.”

“Well, that’s sad.” She laughed along with John and Mary.

“How was your trip to the bar?” Sherlock asked, he wasn’t good at this. Never was. That’s why he stayed out of dating.

She gave him a confused look, “It was fun, I guess? I got a discount off the beers.”

He saw John silently chuckling to himself and gave him a glare. “Well, this is a great club. How did you find this?”

She shrugged, “It isn’t really a bar, more like a get together social thing.” She furrowed her brows and laughed. “I know, what a great description but that’s the best I can do. That’s why I’m friends with you, you’re great at describing things.” She winked at him and scooted closer to him.

“That’s why you’re friends with me?”

“Of course.” She linked her arms around Sherlock’s neck and nuzzled his neck. “I’m kidding. You’re a great man, there’s a lot more reasons as to why I’m friends with you but I can’t be bothered.”

Sherlock felt heat rush up to his neck and face. John raised one of his eyebrows at him. “Excuse me?” Sherlock and John’s stare were interrupted by a man. “Sorry to bother, but I was just wondering if you would like to dance?” He turned to her and offered his hand.

He saw her blush and felt jealousy creeping in again. “Sorry,” she briefly looked at Sherlock, “I’m feeling a bit tired and I just don’t feel like dancing.” She gave him one of her trademark smiles.

“Oh, okay then.” He gave her a brief grin and walked away.

Sherlock felt relieved and relaxed in his spot. The four of them talked on for about 25 minutes until she heard her favourite song. “Ladies and Gentleman now is the time to take your loved ones out to dance floor.”  The song ‘One and Only’ by Adele began.

“I love this song!” She exclaimed as she jumped out of the booth. “Dance with me please?” She held out her hand to Sherlock who had an impassive look on his face. “I always dance to this song.”

John and Mary watched the scene unfold before them. They really did think that she was perfect for Sherlock. They complimented each other, very well infact.

Sherlock felt the odd sensation in his stomach again. It felt nice. He didn’t reply to her but just took her hand and led them to the dance floor. “I thought you were tired?” He held her waist as one of her hands clutched his arm and took his other hand.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She whispered into his ear. He nodded. “I just didn’t want to dance with him, I wanted to dance with someone else.” She rested her head on his chest.

‘This feels nice. More than nice. Indescribable.’ “Who?”

“Guess. You’re good at this.” She felt his chest rumble with a silent laugh. “Figured it then did you?”

‘Yes.’ He responded with a hum. ‘I could get used to this.’ He gripped her waist a bit tighter and she hugged him tighter.

John and Mary who were still sitting in the booth both smiled at each other and raised their glasses. “Who do you think will ask first?” Mary asked her husband.

“Her.” Mary laughed and nodded. “But the first to say I love you? Him.”

Stick With Me, Kid *Negan Series*

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Summary: Negan finds a little girl, no more than ten, amongst a car wreckage, after finding out she’s alone in the world. He takes her as his own, raising her through the apocalypse. If there’s one thing that his greatest pride but also his biggest weakness, it’s his daughter, Y/N!
Ratings/ warnings: Teen, mentions of blood and violence. I feel like, Negan as a dad is a warning.
Writers Notes: This doesn’t really have a set plot, it will follow alongside season 6 & 7, I’m unsure if I’ll make it so Carl and reader have a thing. But… I got big feels seeing Negan and Judith.

Notes: I had this idea last year, I wrote a few parts and then forgot about it. Now here I am, uploading it because I miss writing Negan! - Rosalee

Chapter Two


Chapter One: Everybody Dies {Reader 10yrs old}


You weren’t really sure what was happening. One moment you were in your home playing with your dolls, the next your mother is picking you up and buckling you in the car seat. This had happened before, her frantic behaviour, it scared you but you were used to how anxiousness she is now. She never let you outside anymore, even living in the new community of people, she never let you out of her sight.

You peeked out of the car window and caught glimpses of the people you knew running. You also saw people that you didn’t know, dirty and grimy, attacking your friends. You frowned and your curious young eyes trained on the events before you.

“Mum, what’s happening?” Your small voice calling out to the women who was speeding out of the gates, “mum? We have to go back and help!” You plead as she continues to ignore you.

You turn your head and look out of the back window, watching as the gates faded into the background and became no more as your turned a corner. Trees and forest edge being the only scenery.

“Mum what about dad?” You asked in a rush, “we can’t leave him? What about dad? Mum.”

Your eyes welling up as she turned her head looking at you, stone cold stare but fear in her blue eyes as she looked at you. “Y/N, be quiet okay? Dad… he… was bitten okay? You know I told you what happened to people who are bitten? Right?” She glanced back at the road before you as you nodded lightly. “We can’t go back! We’re never going back, it just you and-”

“-MUM!” You yelled and pointed to the road where a man staggered out of the forest edge.

You could only watch as your mum swerved the car to avoid hitting the man. The car skidding along the road and tipping over, barrel rolling and smacking into a tree, upside down. The impact caused you to hit your head and black out for a few minutes; unaware of the potential danger around you.

You blinked your eyes open, a light thumping happening in your head as your vision is blurry. The blood rushing to your head, fast, as you’re stuck upside down.

You hear a deep, gritted growling, sounding like a frustrated animal. You blink rapidly and see, what you assume, is the man from the road trying to crawl through the windshield. Up front he looked rotten, disgusting and a grey sort of colour. Bloodshot eyes, skin flaking from his hands that outstretched trying to grab you.

Your heart thumps in your chest, tears falling from your eyes and you begin to scream. Looking to the driver’s seat and your mum isn’t there, car door open but no sign of her; panic settles in as this… man gets closer.

Over your screams for your dad or mum, you don’t hear a van pull up or the steady feet of men get out. No, all you see is the crazy man get pulled away, black boots stand over him and one slams on his back. A single gunshot is fired making you flinch, whimpering into the silence as it goes straight through his head; stopping the man growls.

The same boots along with a few others walk around the car, you whimper as a pair stop beside your window. “Boss, I think there’s someone alive in the car?” A deep, gruff voice rings out.

“Well, pull them out and let me take a look at them! It’s not rocket-science, Simon.” A smooth, clear voice comes from behind the car.

You stare wide-eyed as a man’s face appears; black moustache and grey, wiry hair, deep confused brown eyes stare at you for a moment. He opens the door, the metal scraping against the floor and he leans in, you whimper and recoil away.

“I’m gonna undo the buckle, be ready for the drop,” he tells you before pressing the buckles button and that sends you falling to the roof.

It doesn’t hurt just a little sudden, you look finally able to see him the right way up and he just gestures for you to crawl out to him. With no other choice you shuffle out of the car, standing up and looking up at the tall man; he’s wearing a khaki coloured shirt, sleeves rolled up and some jeans. He places a hand on your shoulder, moving you around the car to the back where a handful of man are stood. Waiting.

“Just a little girl,” the man holding your shoulder calls out. “Look like whoever she was with is long gone.”

You nervously look at the men. All holding some type of weapon, looking mean and tough. You heard dad and mum talking about a group, mean, biker looking group that took from settlements like where you ran from.

“What’s your name little darlin’?” A voice called out, your (E/C) eyes drift nervously to the voice.

A man with slick, dark hair and a black, leather jacket called to you. He looks mean, in the sense he’s swinging a baseball bat that has barbed wire coiled around it. But he has a kind smile, encouraging almost.

“Go on, tell him your name,” the man holding your shoulder taps lightly and you look down at your feet. Scared and afraid, terrified would be accurate.

“She’s scared, give her a minute,” the same man with the bat calls back. “Skinny Joey, check the car over and Simon bring her over here.”

You feel the slight nudge to move forward, you look up as you walk towards the man, glancing at the few others who are looking over the car. You stop a little short of him, he hands his bat to Simon, you think that’s his name, and then kneel down in front of you. He smells of smoke, leather and a distinct dirt smell, it’s not bad but different.

“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever did see, I haven’t seen a child this cute since, shit, before this whole mess.” He’s grinning, “I apologise for my foul mouth, now sweetie what’s your name?”

You take a few seconds and he nods in encouragement, “My mum told me not to talk to strangers.”

He laughs loudly, “That’s a good rule, but your mum isn’t here.” You look down, “And I’m only trying to help, I’m Negan, these are my men. Now you know who we are,” he grins as you look at the others all watching.

“I’m… Y/N,” you say hesitantly.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Why you’re out here all alone?” He looks at the wreckage.

You follow his eyes before looking back at him. “My mum packed me into the car, where we lived was under… attack, I think. By those… things,” you nodded to the man who was trying to get through the windshield, “she was driving fast and swerved not to hit him,” he nods solemnly.

“And she left you?” He asked and you shrugged, “woke up from that tumble and she was gone?” It wasn’t a question but you nodded. He seemed to be in deep thought as you looked at him, he looks up at Simon who gives a small sigh, nodding in agreement to whatever silent conversation they were having. “So, you’ll be coming back with us, we’ve got a good set up someone will-”

You cut him off, “I should stay here, what if… my mum left to get help?”

“Listen, kid,” Negan starts off, “that maybe true or she left you or she left to get help and died, the bad out way the good in this world. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone,” he tilts his head.

You shake your head, “No! You don’t know for sure, she wouldn’t just leave me,” you turn and sit beside the wreckage of the car.

Negan shrugs, taking the bat from Simon and telling his men to get into the trucks and vans. He gives you one last look before driving the way you had driven, you watch as the vans turn in the opposite corner and drive off.

FEW HOURS LATER


Your dad told you stories how it gets worse at night. How to never stay outside at night, you wrapped your arms around your body and shivered from the cold. The sun was setting, getting to that time where the somewhat safeness of the day time faded. Your mum would have been back by now, if she left to get help, she wasn’t.

You felt neglected, why would she just leave you? What would possess her to just leave you. Alone with no one.

You stand up walking across the road, peeking into the forest, maybe she was stuck somewhere. Maybe she needed help! You step into the forest and begin walking, it was hard to see because of the darkness painting the sky slowly.

After a few minutes of walking you see her. Sat up against a tree, already looking just as rotten and disgusting as the man from earlier, plus people attacking where you lived. Her shirt was soaked in blood, you flinched away from the nightmare in front of you, she didn’t even look like your mum but it was her. You step back, twig snapping and your eyes darted to her.

She lazily lifted her head, making groaning sounds in the back of her throat; trying to stand up. Her noises attracted others, you could hear more faint groans, without thinking you turn and begin to run back. You squealed when one almost grabbed a hold of you, ducking and running back to the car, why? You didn’t know.

You clear the forest edge and breath heavily, yet, you smack into something. Or someone. You scream and thrash around to get out of their hold, only stopping when looking up, Negan?

“Just wanted to give you one last offer to come back with us,” he looked beyond you to the forest where you had obviously come from. “What were you doing in there?”

“Looking for my mum,” you muttered. “I found her!”

He nodded, “Well, I guess you don’t need us then, where is she?” Before he can stand up, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, he tenses and looks at Simon who shrugs.

“No! Don’t leave me,” you cried; the realisation of being alone and having no one falling onto you. “Their all gone now.” You cried.

“Stick with me, kid.” Negan sighs, rubbing your back reassuringly. “I’ve got you,” he stands up and hands His baseball bat to Simon before walking to the truck.

(Let me know what you think. I’m still editing, hence why things are a little off and such. I’ll get to my laptop soon (published and formatted from phone) hopefully, the tagging works on my phone, otherwise I’m sorry! My first Negan series, with reader as a child, I’m nervous!-Ro)


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It’s Difficult (WTLYBF) - 3

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

“Wait, you’re serious? You actually said that?!” you ask Jungkook, who was walking next to you. He nods, laughing along loudly with you. You told him about Tae, and now you two were talking about your dumb crushes and embarrassing moments around them. Jungkook knew about your crush on Taehyung, so he felt bad and tried to cheer you up: He succeeded at that because all that was on your mind were the stories you could tell him about your past crushes. “What about you? What’s something weird you’ve said to your crush?” Jungkook asks you, giving you his adorable bunny smile. “I told him he had nice legs as a joke..yeah, it’s fair to say he lost the little interest he had in me.” You both giggle about your short story, Jungkook saying something about how weird you were. “Hey, are you hungry? There’s a small restaurant nearby.” You nod and follow Jungkook to where the restaurant was. Once you entered, the smell of the delicious food went through your nostrils. You couldn’t wait to eat. Your thoughts were interrupted by nearby laughter that sounded familiar. Turning, you see Taehyung and Jiyeon sitting across from each other, laughing and holding hands on top of the table. They looked cute together. It made you feel sad again, knowing your best friend was meant to be with the guy you really liked. A hand fell to your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. Jungkook’s eyes reflected sympathy, a soft smile on his features. You smile back and follow him to the table. When you sit down, a sweet waitress comes over and starts you with a drink. Once she leaves, Jungkook begins to talk to you. As rude as it seemed, you ignore him and think to yourself.

Why was the universe against me? All your life people have said Jiyeon was the prettier friend, and you never minded until now. Her perfect self won Taehyung over without even knowing it. You began to feel insecure. Not only that, but a small envy towards your own friend. All because of Taehyung. But the more you thought about it, it wasn’t just that. There were more reasons. Jiyeon was a good friend, but she had her bad times. Times where a bitchy side would come out. Maybe guys like that. Nonetheless, you loved her company. Hopefully she treats him right, which you had no doubt about, and hopefully he doesn’t break her heart. You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice the waitress come back for your drinks.

“Y/N, you good?” You nodded and smiled at the waitress in apology, bowing your head slightly. You ordered the same as Jungkook, the older lady smiling at you two. “Are you two a couple? You’re very cute.” Tae and I would get mistaken for a couple a lot. Jungkook was about to deny but you shook your head at him. “Couple discount,” you mouthed, making him ‘oh’ and smirk. “Yeah, we’ve been steady for a few weeks.” He grabs your hand from across the table and gives it a squeeze. “That’s sweet, young love. Would you like a couple discount?” You two look at each other and smile cheekily. “Sure.” She nods and smiles once again before leaving, entering the kitchen. After you’re sure she’s gone, you two laugh. “You’re smart.” You flip your hair jokingly, “I know.” It then hit you that Jungkook was still holding your hand. You chose not to say anything, liking the feeling of warmth. Instead, you lifted your other hand and intertwined it with his. Jungkook didn’t mind and just smiled, laughing. “Are you hitting on me?” You let out a fart noise, “you wish.” He pretends to cry, making an ugly face that made you laugh loudly.

Minutes into your conversation, a figure appears between the both of you. You thought it was the waitress, but it was someone else. Taehyung. “Oh, hi.” you say, a bit awkwardly. “Hey.” he responds, putting on a tight forced smile. Was he mad? If he was, you were beyond confused. He was with his girlfriend, having a good time. And he also knew you were hanging out with Kookie today. After your awkward greetings, nothing else was said. “I wasn’t aware you and Kook were a thing.” Taehyung mutters. “Oh- we’re actually not. It’s all just for a couple discount.” He nods, looking away before looking directly at you again. “Well you sure do seem like a couple.” “Well, that’s a good thing. It’s more convincing.” Jungkook blurts. He had this look of annoyance in his eyes, but you weren’t sure why. His jaw seemed sharper, so he must’ve been clenching it. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, sending him a sad smile when he turned to look at you. “Okay then. I’ll be leaving, bye.” You say a goodbye too and watch him leave. Jiyeon waited for him at the exit, looping her arm with Tae’s once he was in her reach. You watched as they left, Jiyeon pecking Tae’s cheek as inaudible words came out of his mouth.

“Here’s your food, enjoy.” You and Jungkook thank the waitress, letting each other go to eat properly. The food was delicious, your mouth watering at the taste. “God, how come you never showed me this place?” You ask, taking another bite. “You were always with Taehyung so I never had the chance.” You nod, looking down. “B-But today I had the opportunity so I took you here. It’s good isn’t it?” His answer was immediate, seconds after his first comment. You found that weird, and not only that but his stutter. You shrug it off. “Yeah, delicious. This should be our hangout spot.” Looking up, you see Jungkook nodding. After you both finish, you go up to pay, making sure to leave a tip. “Is it just me or is it colder?” you ask once you’re outside, pulling your sweater’s sleeves more up to your hands. “No, it is colder.” Jungkook responds. You huddle together, shoulder to shoulder. There was a bit of heat, but anything helped really. “Kookie?” He hums in response. “Thanks for agreeing to hang out. I made up a lie about us having plans to avoid Tae. Fake, I know; but I can’t keep myself together if we’re together, it makes me think that all we’ll ever be is friends.” you explain. “It’s no problem. Just text me whenever you need me.” You nod and hug his arm. “You’re the best.” Jungkook laughs. “I know.”

»part 3 for y'all, earlier than I thought I’d upload it haha. my phone is at 11% wow, I spent around an hour or two to write and edit so it’s good for you guys 💕thanks for enjoying this series and taking time to read it. part 4? ;)«

part 1 part 2 part 4 part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (JK Ending) Part 7 (Tae Ending)

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where MC accidentally destroys something really important to the RFA+Saeran? With a lot of angst if you can

Honestly, they wouldn’t be all too upset with MC even if it was reaaally important—she’s more important to them, after all. Still, I did serve some angst here and there for ya. :^) It amuses me how the scenario varies so much though LOL anyway I’ll consider uploading a second post to show what happened after the worst ones.

Dedicated to @olivineonyx because I want to make you cry (only a bit) on your birthday :^) Thank you for always being such a joy to talk to—even though I reply slowly at times. And thank you for supporting our work all throughout these months ^~^

–R.I.

Request Killing: 19/30

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MC Breaks Something Important to RFA [1]

Yoosung

| Warning: Angst, Heartbreak, Mentions of Death

  • There was a corner in the house that Yoosung had always warned you not to go near.
  • He was so scarily protective about that area that his personality could take a 180 degree turn as soon as you ever mentioned it. You could be laying in his arms, watching a movie together while cooing sweet nothings to each other… but as soon as you tried to take advantage of the moment to ask about that corner, his eyes would turn cold.
  • The first couple times that you had tried asking, he would give you puppy eyes, asking you in a sad tone, “Do you not trust me…?” to which you could never talk back against, not wanting to hurt his feelings. But as you persisted throughout the 2 years you’ve spent with him, he gave up on that act, and expressed how he really felt instead.
  • Now, when you asked about it, he would only stare at you, cocking his head upward slightly as if to challenge you. “MC, haven’t you already asked hundreds of times already? Can’t you respect my privacy? We’re in a relationship, but that doesn’t mean we have to know everything about each other,” he’d answer coolly.
  • You couldn’t understand why he was so uptight about it. So, one day, while he was away visiting a friend, you decided to search that area—it couldn’t hurt, right? You would put everything back anyway.
  • You knelt in front of the drawers, a determined look on your face. You had several hours before Yoosung was home, and you would clean it all up soon. When you opened the drawers… nothing seemed to really jump at you. There were only photo albums.
  • A smile tugged at your face as you reached for the album, wondering if there were really embarrassing photos hidden there that he didn’t want you to see.
  • But even as you opened it, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that it was weird. Why would he be this upset about mere photos? Besides, wouldn’t he have thrown them away if that were the case?
  • When your eyes fell upon the first photo, it took your breath away.
  • No wonder.
  • Rika was smiling in the photo, looking ever so innocent and joyful. Your fingers began to tremble as you turned the page, only to feel even more dread pile up in your heart. There weren’t only photos, but handwritten pages as well.
  • As you read the words, you realized how much love was poured into them. Yoosung Kim loved Rika more than a cousin, and these pages were the living proof of that.
  • Confusion tore your heart—why would he hide this, if he loved you? Wouldn’t he have told you…? Unless… he still loved her.
  • You quickly shut the book, but unbeknownst to you, a page was torn in the process…
  • As you had promised yourself, you put everything back in its place, and Yoosung didn’t notice that you had touched it, either. The only giveaway hints were that you would shy away from his touch from time to time, but it was so subtle, nobody would be able to tell.
  • It was weeks later, early in the morning at 4:30AM when Yoosung abruptly awoke you from your slumber, his eyes a stormy basil.
  • His voice was low and controlled as he asked you, “Did you touch those drawers?”
  • You didn’t answer him, still dazed from sleep, but a million thoughts flew through your mind. How did he know?
  • “I said, did you touch those drawers?” he repeated himself, his tone harsher this time.
  • When you failed to answer again, he held up the album you had opened, revealing the ripped page.
  • “I would never be so careless to rip something so important to me. And you’re the only other person in our apartment,” he drawled, his gaze cold as he looked down at you, “I never should have trusted you.”
  • His words stung, and it woke you up, hurt and betrayal swelling in your chest. “I’m not the one who stayed in a relationship for 2 goddamn years while my heart belonged to someone else! God, Yoosung, RIKA IS DEAD, can’t you accept that?! Why do you still care so much about her? Why? Why, when you have me by your side.”
  • He didn’t answer, nor did his glare falter.
  • I’m the one you’ve woken up with everyday, I’m the one who’s cooked all those meals for you, I’m the one who’s spent all this time with you for the past TWO years now. Why are you still thinking about her?!” you screamed at him, shoving him in the chest.
  • “Then leave,” he said coldly, “If you know that I don’t love you, then leave.”
  • He didn’t give you time to respond before he walked out of the room, and you eventually heard the sound of the front door slamming shut as well.
  • Your breath caught in your throat. Was he really willing to throw away everything—the bond you’ve built, the feelings you’ve accumulated, the experiences you’ve shared… because of one thing?
  • But then again… if he’s actually been in love with her all this time… was any of that even real? Had he been insincere about everything this entire time?
  • You felt dizzy with these thoughts.
  • You had given everything to him… Your time, your love, your care… He’s seen every part of your body and learned all your secrets, and you swore you two were truly in love and that you would marry someday… Had it all been in your head?
  • The dizziness only worsened, and you staggered on your feet, heading to the kitchen—the kitchen where Yoosung had always snuck up behind you while you cooked, the kitchen where the two of you had eaten together everyday…
  • Before you knew it, you had a knife in your hand and—
  • To be continued: [Here]

Jumin

  • You were the clumsy type.
  • Well, maybe not exactly, but in Jumin’s house, you often found yourself breaking one thing after the other. His house was huge, but he would always receive so many gifts from business partners and coworkers alike that he didn’t always have a place for them, often cluttering tabletops and drawers.
  • He never got upset when you broke things, only ever chuckling and pinching your cheek and calling you clumsy… so when you knocked down a snow globe while digging through his closet drawer, you hadn’t expected him to get too mad either.
  • When he returned home that day, you brought it to his attention immediately like you always did. His reaction was different than you expected, though.
  • Jumin’s eyes widened as soon as the word ‘snow globe’ had passed through your lips, and his lips tugged downward after hearing the full story. Through gritted teeth, he quietly told you, “Please don’t go through my belongings like that again.”
  • You didn’t think too much of it, but you figured the snow globe must’ve been really important to him, so you did try to make it up to him…
  • That night, as you were falling asleep, you heard Jumin sighing heavily beside you, seated on the edge of the bed as he held the snow globe in hand.
  • “Even this… the last thing you gifted me is broken, Jihyun,” he murmured softly, “I wonder if every trace of you will end up disappearing like this…”
  • You couldn’t help but shed a few tears, feeling sorry that you had broken something so important to Jumin… He didn’t even get mad at you…
  • His warm fingers brushed against your cheek, a thumb wiping away your tears.
  • “Don’t cry, my love,” he said tenderly, turning off the light on his bedside table and snuggling next to you. “Please don’t cry…”
  • His soothing voice lulled you to sleep, the guilt that washed over you following you into your dreams…

707

  • You were playing another round of hide-and-seek, and you chose to dive under the desk of his computer this time, thinking he’d never suspect you to hide there. Normally, you hid everywhere but his office, after all…
  • As you huddled in the shadows, you noticed several papers seeped under the desk drawer, almost hidden out of sight. With a finger, you carefully slid it out, and you almost gasped in shock as you realized what it was.
  • He was still doing missions for Vanderwood.
  • That much was obvious from the details of the file. But you thought he had quit…?
  • When you started dating, Seven told you that the agency was finally letting him go… so why was this here?
  • You shook your head. No, he wouldn’t lie to you. Maybe the file was old.
  • You opened the folder, squinting to read the words in the dark room, the only light coming from the half-open door. The file dated back to last year. What a relief…
  • But as you skimmed over the contents, your heart dropped again.
  • In exchange for permitting Agent 707’s leave, the final mission….break into C&R files….client demanded its bankruptcy…’
  • You swallowed hard. This was the price of your relationship…? Betraying Jumin and Jaehee’s trust…
  • Clearly, Seven had taken it as slow as possible, but this time also allowed for the bond between them to deepen, and he’d earned more and more of their trust. You knew that Seven already had access to several files and accounts associated with the C&R, but you hadn’t realized that his willingness to help had stemmed from this.
  • “I found you~” His cheery voice was close, and you noticed he was beside you. You quickly ripped the file, as it was all you could think of doing in that moment. He knelt down, but the large grin on his face disappeared as soon as he saw the torn sheets in your hands.
  • His eyes lost their playful gleam, and he suddenly sat cross-legged. It was completely silent for a few moments.
  • “MC,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”
  • “…Why are you doing this?”
  • His response came in a flash. “Because I love you! I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose the only happiness I’ve found after all these years… please, you have to understand,” he was whimpering, “I’d do anything to be with you… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry to them, but I wanted to be selfish for once…”
  • Your heart broke in two at the expression on his face—desperation, sorrow, regret and pain… You could see that much. And you knew you forgave him, because you loved him too.
  • “But you can’t do this… you can’t just hurt our friends like this,” you whispered, shaking your head in disapproval. “I want to be with you, too, and I love you, but I don’t want our friends to pay the price.”
  • He sighed, looking down. “Okay… I’ll find a way. I promise.”
  • You crawled out from your hiding place and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly to let him know it would be okay.

Part 2: [Here]

Ungloved hands

Request: If it’s not too much trouble, do you think you could maybe write some smut about a girl who gets really turned on by Penny’s ungloved hands. Like, he touches her with them, and she tries to seduce him. But Pen’s *nonexistent* conscience makes him say “but you’re just a girl” (shes of age, but young/virgin) and she goes “well then make me a woman Pennywise”, and he gives in because hearing his name from her mouth breaks his will.


Requester : wants to remain anonymous

Warning: just so much smut

Yo everyone here is my first completed request! I hope this was what the requester was asking for haha it was fun to write. I’m going to do requests in bursts of 10 because that’s manageable. It will also be one request a day that I upload because it’s easier for me and it also doesn’t clog up the tags quickly. Anyway, please enjoy and if you wanna request anything in the future, dm me!

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No one knew of your…situation that included a certain killer clown that terrorised Derry. Well, more specifically his hands. You’d had an encounter with the clown a week ago as he cornered you off, trying to scare you and most likely eat you. But as his hands caressed your face, you had shoved them away, accidentally ripping the glove off his right hand. You’d had expected perhaps a disgusting, gnarly hand to be under the glove but it was in fact the opposite.

The skin was smooth and pale and there were prominent veins pushing up under the skin. They were large of course and, well, you couldn’t stop thinking about them. The problem, amongst many others, was that you hadn’t seen the clown since his failed attempt at scaring you so which to most they would be more than happy about but not you. It wasn’t as though he was the prettiest thing in the world, no, he was more the opposite.

You couldn’t miss the giant forehead and strange orange hair. His eyes were very piercing and it was creepy that the left one always seemed to be looking in the opposite direction that the right one was. He had two abnormally large bucked teeth that was slightly yellowed like corn and his white face makeup was crackly. And his brow… you’d never seen anyone furrow their brow so intensely in all of your life! And yet you were intrigued, interested in the possibility of meeting him again.

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You were in your room studying the soft, thin glove of the clown’s that you still had in your possession. The glove was so big that it was the size of both your hands side by side, a thought that made you shiver a little.

“You still have my glove, I see?” A strange, gravelly voice startled you. Your head flicked up and a small gasp escaped your lips as your eyes rested upon the tall figure wearing an aged grey suit with puffy pantaloons and bright orange pom-poms. You shivered as his amber eyes stared down at you almost hungrily.

“I-I didn’t mean to take it, I was gonna return it to you but…” You trailed off as he chuckled roughly.

“You are so strange, you aren’t even the slightest bit afraid of me.” His smile dropped and a low growl rumbled through him. “But you will be.” He hissed. Before you could process what was happening, the clown was lunging onto the bed, his hands curling round your neck and shoving you down onto your back as he straddled you. Only a little squeak managed to pass through your lips but it was cut off but the lack of air. And then you could feel the sensation of the skin of his ungloved hand around you neck. It was so silky, so warm. Your mouth lulled open slightly and your eyelids drooped in a hazy fever of delight. The clown grunted in confusion.

“What’re you doin’?” He hissed and you chuckled slightly.

“Your hand…” You trailed off. His gloved hand tightened slightly and your brow furrowed. “No, the other.” You rasped. He was studying you now as his ungloved hand lightly squeezed, producing a whine from you. His eyes widened.

“What…I don’t understand.”

Your legs had been parted whilst he settled in between them to keep you motionless but now you slowly parted them further, rubbing your intimate area into his hips as you moved. You reached your hand to his ungloved one that was still tight around your neck and your smile became sultry.

“I like your ungloved hand…"you whispered. The clown narrowed his eyes and his head tilted in fascination. The gloved hand was gone from your neck and curiously, the clown took the tip of the index finger between his teeth and pulled his hand out of the glove, his eyes maintaining eye contact with you. The smoothness of his skin was revealed and you bit your lip softly. He smirked.

“How interesting. But a little girl like you shouldn’t be thinking of such naughty things, especially about someone like me.”

The clown spoke eerily. You reached out for his hands, carefully intertwining your fingers with his large his large ones. You leaned upwards, brushing your lips against his ear and inhaling his scent. He smelt of cotton candy and popcorn.

“I’m well over the age you think of me being, Mr Clown.” You purred. You could sense the clown’s self-control waning, the weight of his body slowly pinning you down further and his mouth beginning to water.

“But you seem so much like a little girl,” he tried. You chuckled because yes you did have slightly more youthful looks, but you had reached 20 in the past month. You brushed your lips against his ear again and you felt him quiver.

“Well then, Mr Clown, why don’t you make me a woman?” You teased. And then his composure shattered in an instant. His hands were ripped from yours, pinning your wrists above your head and his hungry lips were on yours. It was unexpected to say the very least but you were easily recovering and kissing back, wrapping your legs around his hips. He growled and pulled away from your mouth and smirked down at your flushed and panting form.

“Two things you should know, little girl. First, my name is Pennywise. That’s what I wanna hear when I fuck you. The other, well…” his smirk widened and his teeth changed, becoming more pointed and dangerous, “I’m in charge.”

His hands left your wrists and grabbed at your shirt, taking the neckline and ripping it down the front to expose your braless torso to him. You could only gasp slightly as the air in the room hit your nipples and made them erect. His eyes simply stared at your breasts, worrying you slightly. You wanted to cover yourself but the glint in Pennywise’s eye made you reconsider. After a couple more moments of awkward staring, he trailed a finger down the valley in between the two mounds, causing you to shiver. His finger felt so good, so sensual as it looped round and up your left breast, swirling around the areola but never touching the nipple. You thrust your chest upwards in hopes of him abiding to your needs but instead his other hand slammed your body down and held it in place with a growl.

“What did I say?” He snapped at you and you whimpered.

“You’re in charge.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You’re in charge, Pennywise.” You gulped. He chuckled darkly and slid the hand pushing you down to roughly grab onto your right breast, causing you to squeak in pain and surprise.

“Good girl. Now, I hope you’ll know that tonight is all about me. In fact, every night will be about my pleasure. Your body is now mine, little one.” He announced, drool dripping down onto your chest. You rubbed your lips together and moaned.

“Mmmyes…I belong to you, Pennywise…”

He took this as confirmation to be able to do as he pleased for he settled back on his knees and his hands grabbed your shorts, pulling them off your body and exposing your unclothed cunt. And that was when fear settled in. You knew he had instantly smelt it, his eyes were upon your face immediately as he calculated why you suddenly felt afraid. Then it hit him.

“You’ve…never done this befor-r-re, have you?” His squeaky voice seemed taunting as he questioned you and you shifted uncomfortably.

“N-no…” You avoided his gaze, tilting your head to the side as your cheeks reddened. He let out a giggle.

“Well, I’m sure going to have a lot of fun taking your innocence, little girl!” He cackled with glee and you bit your lip at his eagerness. You jolted when you felt his warm fingers on your scorching wet cunt, his thumb teasing the area surrounding your clit.

Your eyelids fluttered as one large finger circled around your entrance, the area sensitive to touch. Every so often, he would slip the tip in and out again, circling a little more and then slip in and out. Circle, slip. Circle, slip. You weren’t so sure how long he kept it up but it lulled you into a mess of expectation for when he would eventually enter fully but when his long finger finally thrust in to the last knuckle, you didn’t expect it at all.

Your hips thrust up off the bed, only sinking his finger deeper until his hand was pressed fully against your wet folds and a choked moan filtered through your lips, pleasing the cruel clown. And then he began to thrust the finger in and out, in and out over and over and his thumb finally pressed against your throbbing clit, flicking it and tickling it. You were panting and gasping, your hips rocking against his busy hand and he giggled gruffly, saliva dripping from his mouth onto your belly. When he added a second finger into the mix, you let out a cry for he curled the two fingers inside of you into a sensitive spot you never knew you had. You cunt was squelching and gushing around his fingers but you were far too gone to feel embarrassed.

He moved his fingers and thumb faster and faster, a warm and tingly feeling intensifying rapidly. Your whines and moans increased in volume as your orgasm approached, ready to reduce you to nothing more than a writhing mess. But as the last second before you entered oblivion, the sinful fingers were gone completely and a choked sob ripped through you.

“No! Let me cum! Please Pennywise!” You cried. With the hand that was coated in your juices, he slapped you roughly on your pussy, causing a shockwave to shake through your body and a scream to echo off the walls. He sneered down at you.

“What did I tell ya, hm? I told ya //I’m// the one in charge!”

You trembled under him, tears rolling down your cheeks onto your pillows and you sniffled.

“I’m sorry, Pennywise.” You mumbled. The clown’s eyes were so narrow they were mere slits cut into his face as he glared down at you. His hands began to fumble with his pantaloons, and it was then you noticed a very visible bulge protruding from the grey material. Your eyes widened in horror as he pulled them down just enough for his cock to be released from the taut material. It was bigger than you had ever thought it could be, and it was also pale like the rest of him, besides the tip which was a deep pink that leaked precum. There were several visible veins under the skin, a particularly strained one running along the top side of the shaft.

Pennywise smirked whilst you stared but then he was moving you, holding your thighs even further apart and shifting his hips close, his cock brushing up and down your slick. Your breath hitched as he stopped at your entrance and dipped the wide head in, and your eyes fluttered shut completely. It was a strange sensation, not necessarily painful but it wasn’t comfortable either. It was wider than his fingers for sure, filling you completely as he bottomed out, the tip now pressed against your cervix.

Unexpectedly, he waited for a moment whilst you adjusted. It was only when you opened your eyes again to gaze up at him that he slid his cock out and immediately thrust back inside, a grunt resonating from him. You were only barely used to the pressure you felt whenever he thrust in and out for now he began to pick up speed, slamming into you roughly and causing the skin on your thighs to ripple.

The sounds in the room were skin slapping, wet noises and your moans and his grunts. His right hand was down at your clit, rubbing it vigorously whilst his other hand tweaked one of your nipples. His saliva coated your body as it splattered out of his open mouth, but you liked it. You clutched at his back, your fingers gripping onto the material that was flush to his muscle structure and at risk of being ripped open. It felt so good, his cock stretching you and filling you up. The vein along the top of his cock would rub and bump against your sensitive spot inside and add to the pleasure that consumed your senses completely.

There were no thought processes in your head at that moment, only the desire for more and to come were the priority. And sure enough, you felt that warmth in your lower abdomen. You whined and panted, your nails digging into the material until you could swear you heard a rip in the mix of all the other deliciously erotic noises.

“P-Pennywise-! I think-” you couldn’t talk, a moan ripping your sentence apart. He cackled, his entire body shaking as he too succumbed to pleasure.

“You gonna cum, little one? Gonna cum on my cock? Squeeze me tighter, huh? Filthy little girl.” He growled. His pace was inhumanely fast now and stars began to twinkle in your vision. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, and it was enough to tip you over.

Your entire body began to writhe violently as your orgasm took hold and you screamed the clown’s name, ultimately tipping him over as well. He gripped onto your body, burying his scrunched up face into your neck with a choked up growl. You felt his release in your clenched channel. A thick, hot liquid gushing into you like a faucet tap turned on fully. Your body was too small to accommodate his monsterous cock and his cum for it sputtered out of your entrance and onto the sheets below.

Neither one of you moved for a good while as you recovered from your orgasms. You had never experienced something so powerful, so draining but you were glad you had. You felt euphoric, heavenly and didn’t want this moment to end for even a second. However, that wasn’t to be for Pennywise had recovered and pulled away, his softened cock sliding out of you and flopping down wetly. He chuckled huskily and wiped himself on your bedsheets so he could tuck it away without making anymore mess.

“Ha! That was something!” He chimed. You couldn’t even speak so you smiled sluggishly. Your legs still trembled with aftershocks, still too achy to close. Cum drooled out of your gaped hole to add to the puddle already forming under your ass. You didn’t care yet though, you needed another five minutes at least to settle.

“So good…” You managed to whisper eventually. Pennywise giggled. He was no longer on the bed but instead stood to the side.

“You’d better clean up, little girl. Can’t stay like that forever!”

And with that, he was gone. You never saw the clown again.

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Yoooooooooòo this was very long and stuff but I hope it was alright haha thanks for requesting!

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Disclaimer: Works marked with * are rated explicit for sexually explicit content and/or other adult themes. Works marked with <> feature a non-gender specific character. The works are in order from oldest to newest under each category.

Series 
Illuminate 
I. No Promises* - He needs her more than anything else, he needs to be close, to be touched and held. He needs nails grazing his skin and teeth dragging along his shoulder. Because he feels a little less like a machine, and a little more like a person when he’s with her. All despite her tenacious attempts to keep him distant from her. 

II. Patience Like This* - “I care about you. More than I want to. And that scares me. It scares me so much that I sometimes wish we’d never met. I hate that you make me feel this way. You kind of drive me nuts. But somehow I still want you. You mess me up so bad and I still want you.”

Atlas: Senses  
I. Touch* - “I wanted to stay. I wanted to fight for us, but you wouldn’t let me. You just left and took the easy way out.” 

We Talked of Forever
I. After Midnight - “You’re my best friend.”

II. 11 am* - “I’ll always be your best friend. No matter what.”

Oneshots
Next to Our Brand New Bed* - “Can I have a taste?”

Requests 
I’ll Never Be Your Mother’s Favourite - Shawn meets her parents for the first time and things don’t really go to plan. 

Fortunes - “Shawn. Say something. Please.” 

There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back* <> - “Baby, I’ve missed you, I’ve been gone for ages, and I need you so bad.” 

Where My Demons Hide <> - “I’m not leaving you like this. Please. Is there anything I can do?” 

A Little Help* <> - “How long have you been standing there?” 

Pickering* <> - Shawn hands me the phone when he’s done uploading the picture and I look at the image, the caption underneath it saying, “Us and our son.” 

Care for You - “I’ll give you a massage.”

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drunk boyfriend tag

summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)

tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff

by: angelboydjh on tumblr

word count: ~1.8k

first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)

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dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.

“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.

“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.

“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.

dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.

“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.

“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.

“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”

dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.

phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.

“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.

*:・゚✧

dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.

phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!

“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”

phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.

“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.

it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.

he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.

“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.

“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.

“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.

“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.

“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.

“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.

“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.

“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.

“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.

“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.

“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”

“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.

“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.

“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.

“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.

“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.

“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.

“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”

“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”

“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”

“what about me?” asked dan.

“the south.”

“ugh! exact place!”

“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”

“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.

“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.

“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.

“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”

“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.

“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”

“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”

“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.

“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.

“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.

“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.

“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.

“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.

once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.

“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.

when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.

“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.

within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.

“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”

“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.

“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.

“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”

“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.

“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)

“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.

“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.

“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.

“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.

“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.

“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.

“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.

“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.

“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.

*:・゚✧

it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.

“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.

“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.

“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.

“uh, phil.” dan said.

“yes?” phil hummed.

“you posted the wrong video.”

“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.

“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.

“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”

“i was drunk too!”

“well, i would keep it up.”

“why?”

“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”

Damn It, Jared!

Summary- The reader is a teen actress on the show, she’s hanging out in the makeup trailer with Misha when he alerts her of some weird tweets.

Characters- Jared x platonic!reader, Jensen x platonic!reader, misha x platonic!reader.

Warnings- mild language, mentions of family problems.

A/N- I’VE FINALLY UPLOADED A FIC! it’s been a while but I’ve been busy revising for my exams so that’s a good reason;) anyways, I hope you enjoy this! It was really fun to write and made me chuckle.


You were lounging in one of the makeup chairs, Misha was sat on your left getting his hair done whilst you were stuffing your face with gummy bears. 

You had been on the show for almost two years, you were introduced as Sam’s daughter halfway through season eleven, you had just turned fourteen when you started filming and being so young meant the cast -past and present- were extremely protective over you and that’s something that never changed, and honestly you were grateful! You never really had the greatest relationship with your parents so it was nice to have a group of people who cared about you the way your parents didn’t

Jared took the roll of your father in real life as well, you just had that instant connection when you met, you both had similar interests and similar characteristics, you even looked alike: hazel eyes that seem to change colour, dimples, same length hair. He acted more like a father than your biological dad, lets just say you don’t have the ideal family life, you’d much rather go to Texas with Jared and Jensen than go home (which most of the time you do), whenever you visited you’d always help Gen and Danneel with the kids, they were grateful and loved having you around. 

The cast knew how much your parents would nag at you, they knew how down you’d get about the things they’d say, today was one of those days. You had argued with both of your parents, quite heavily, Jared walked into your trailer when he heard you almost shouting. He comforted you and listened whilst your ranted and cried about the argument, he held you whilst you sobbed, he hated seeing you so upset, it tore him apart, to him you were his daughter, he couldn’t handle seeing his daughter so torn up.

Your head snapped up towards Misha who started laughing, a lot, “what’re you laughing at?” You asked, he turned his phone towards you, reaching out you took it from his grip “maybe you should go and find your phone” he laughed. Furrowing your eyebrows you scrolled through your twitter, your eyes widened at some of the tweets before your narrowed them and let out an audible groan “damn it, Jared” you grumbled, you quickly replied back to one of the tweets before handing the phone back to Misha and jumping down from the chair, “good luck!” Misha called as you stepped out of the trailer, “i’m gonna need it” you mumbled making him laugh again.

You stepped into the motel set that you would be using for that day, the crew were getting ready to film, you saw Jared and Jensen leaning against one of the tables, Jared was still typing away on your phone, stepping forward you gained their attention, “give me my phone, Jared” you demanded holding your hand out, “give me five minutes” he replied turning his head back towards your phone, rolling your eyes you crossed your arms, “no, Jared give it back” you said, he sighed and passed it towards you, however when your reached out to grab it his hand shot in the air, “jump for it” he chuckled, you gave him a bitch face, “I am not jumping for my phone” you answered placing your hands on your hips.

You saw that his phone was on the table behind him, quickly, you leapt forward and grabbed it before holding it behind your back. He chuckled, “you don’t know my password, i’m not bothered”, you smirked and typed in his passcode before showing him the unlocked screen, “really? Your birthday? C’mon Jared, be original” you said, he went to reply but the director cut him off.

The director called for everyone to get into their places, you sat on the bed with your back against the headboard, you knew the camera’s wouldn’t be on you, it was just Jared and Jensen’s coverage. The director yelled “action!”, as the guys were doing their dialogue you started to tweet from Jared’s phone silently giggling to yourself, “Just ate some spicy ass Buffalo Wings, never again. My ass is going to hurt for weeks” you looked up and watched the scene for a bit before tweeting again. “Oh god, the smell! it’s everywhere!“ Misha who was trying to focus on the scene caught sight of you giggling, he pulled out his phone and went onto Jared’s twitter, his face immediately went red from trying to hold in the laughter, you started typing again, “SHOULD IT BURN THIS MUCH?!” you hit send, Misha looked back down towards his phone and closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as if trying to compose himself, you started typing again “I just burnt a hole through my underwear… shit… quite literally” that was the last straw for Misha, he immediately burst out laughing shortly followed by you, doubling over you were face down on the bed with tears streaming down your face, “what’re you guys laughing at?” Jared asked, “ch-check your twitter” Misha wheezed out, he furrowed his eyebrows and unlocked your phone, his eyes widened, Jensen took your phone from his hand, he started reading the numerous tweets out loud whilst simultaneously laughing, hard. Soon enough everyone in the room was howling of laughter.

You sat up, still laughing hysterically, wiping away the tears that were cascading happily down your face you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, “y/n, you little shit” Jared laughed causing you to start laughing again, grabbing his phone from your hand, he deleted the tweets and pocketed his phone. “Hey, you started it, I finished it” you giggled, “can I have my phone back now?” You asked, he shook his head before throwing it towards you, you caught it and tucked it in your pocket. 

“Okay everyone, take a ten minute break to cool off, god knows we need it” the director laughed, you stood up and walked towards the boys, “where did you come up with those tweets?” Jensen asked, you shrugged your shoulders, “honestly I have no idea” you laughed, whilst Misha and Jensen were talking Jared swung an arm over your shoulders, “you feeling better?” He asked, you nodded your head, “yeah, still feel a bit bummed about earlier but better nonetheless” you smiled, he squeezed you, “good” he replied, “I’m still gonna get you back from tweeting on my phone, you know that right?” He asked, you rolled your eyes and chuckled “yeah, even though what I did was completely fair” you said, he sighed “yeah yeah, whatever you say” he said playfully.


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Six Nights (Stiles Stilinski imagine)

Prompt: “We live on the same floor and the dorm between ours always has REALLY loud sex so now we’re both in the main lounge at two am do you want this last bite of ice cream?” aka the college AU that grew legs and went for a walk. 

Warnings: only a few minor curses

Word Count: 5k

A/N: University AUs are a favourite of mine and this prompt was too good to ignore. It was supposed to be short, but as you can see, I got a little carried away… I hope you like it! :)

(Allison is alive because fuck Jeff Davis.)

Originally posted by ohsadagnes

NIGHT ONE

The first night, you were woken by the sound of a headboard banging against a wall. You tried turning over and burying your head in the pillows, but the loud noise just persisted until you were left completely conscious.

Groaning, you sat up. After glancing at your phone and discovering it was only a little after 1am, you swung your legs from the bed and pulled on a large hoodie. You debated knocking on your neighbour’s apartment, but decided against it - just because you weren’t getting any, it didn’t mean you had to ruin their fun.

After slipping on a pair of shoes, you grabbed your laptop and decided to go for a little walk. As tempting as staying in bed sounded, you really didn’t want to have to listen to your neighbours having sex, and there were other things you could be doing.

The corridors were desolate, students behind each closed door, undoubtedly busy with things like sleeping or studying. Seeing as your dorm building had a communal lounge, you headed in that direction and quickly set up camp at a small table in the back corner. You dumped your laptop on the desk and made use of the drinks machine to fix yourself up with a hot chocolate before going back at your table and beginning to browse the internet.

You didn’t have a plan, per say, but reckoned your neighbour wouldn’t take more than half an hour to…finish. You would just stay in the lounge for that long, reply to a few emails, scroll through out-dated social media, relax. You’d had a busy week and having a little time to catch up online didn’t sound so bad.

As time began to slip by, you became less and less aware of those around you. The night grew darker and the lounge grew quieter, people draining out until you were almost completely alone.

Absorbed in your laptop’s luminescent screen, you gasped loudly when a photo of one of your friends getting proposed to appeared on your feed, completely unable to contain the surprised exclamation. You slammed the mug on the table, pulling out your phone and immediately going to call her. You couldn’t believe she’d forgotten to tell you - you’d known Allison for years, and she’d just, what? forgotten to inform you of her engagement? It was completely unacceptable.

“Answer, goddamnit!” You growled, glaring at your phone when it went straight to voicemail. You were beginning to construct an angry - yet supportive - text message when a voice cut through the air.

“Y’know, people don’t normally answer their phones at,” the stranger paused, presumably checking the time, “2am.”

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Imagine Jared and Misha teasing Jensen because you, his favorite actress and celebrity crush, got a part in Supernatural and he acts like a fanboy.

“So how’s it going guys? It’s been quite some time since I last saw you and so much has changed!” the interviewer said with a smile as the three men nodded their heads.

“Oh yeah definitely! I mean I- I died, so there’s that.” Misha said with a shrug and Jared and Jensen snickered “You know-” he spoke up again, raising a finger “I think the only sad thing about it is that it wasn’t Jared that did it, it’s sad for him at least.” he looked at the taller man you nodded his head with a grin.

“Agree, absolutely agree! So I am just here and apologizing to you Misha, I will try harder next time to convince the writers to let me do that!” he said and Misha laughed himself.

“Well, glad to know you guys are taking well to that!” she laughed.

“Oh yeah, he’s a Winchester. He’ll be back, we don’t worry about that.” Jensen shook his head and Misha grinned.

“I love just how normal this sounds in the fandom to be honest!” she chuckled “Speaking of which: there has been a new addition to it, right?”

“Uh the Nephilim, right?” Jared spoke up with a smile “Yeah, I am sure this will be so much fun, we have already filmed a couple scenes and I’ve read some of the future scenes too and it’s all so much I honestly didn’t know they could take it this far! I really think he’s one of the most interesting characters we’ve ever had.”

“That’s amazing, try not to kill him to fast boys.” she chuckled an they laughed.

“Well, I’ll- I’ll try to hold Jared back since he wants to turn this into Friday the 13th all of a sudden!” Jensen said with a grin, pointing at his friend.

“Me or you? Dude, we need to avenge our friend’s death even if he is not directly responsible!” Jared shook hs head with a laugh.

“You said you’d like to kill me yourself just a second ago!” Misha exclaimed and Jared shrugged.

“That’s exactly what I mean. Took away the perfect opportunity!” he said so simply that it actually made everybody laugh.

“Glad to see you still love each other just as much as the first day, even after all these years.” she said with a giggle.

“Oh trust me!” Jensen piped in “I still want to off both of them just as much as the first day of meeting them!”

“Seriously?” Misha laughed at him as Jensen grinned “What am I supposed to say then you assholes?” he said in disbelief and Jensen shook his head, laughing wholeheartedly.

“Yes, yes we really are a family here as you can see!” Jared said with a big smile.

“That is great to see then.” she chuckled, flipping through her card for the next question “Other than this one addition to the show, one we’ve really been waiting for actually there was one that has been announced this summer and it really surprised everybody! I’m talking about a new ally that we may not know the actual name of but know is going to be one hell of an appearance since she’s portrayed by an amazing actress as (Y/n)!” she said with a grin and Misha and Jared smiled widely as the glanced at Jensen, whose head hang low.

“Oh there we go.” he mumbled and she raised an eyebrow.

“And that would mean?” she asked as she too a look at the snickering Jared and Misha.

“You know I actually thought I was going to avoid the embarrassment but nope, here comes possibly the worst moments of my life.” Jensen rested his chin on his palm and sighed, a little too dramatically.

“Why so?”

“You’ll see. Oh you’ll see.” Jensen mumbled, glancing at his friends from the corner of his eyes.

“Oh relax, we’re not gonna embarrass you… a lot.” Misha said with a shrug as Jensen scoffed.

“Well, let me explain everything cause you seem confused.” Jared got on a serious face and Jared just hid his face behind his hands at what was coming “Jensen is a fan of (Y/n)’s. Like not the normal kind, if there is that, no. Not the ‘Oh I love your movies, can I have an autograph?’ absolutely not. He’s more like- Do you remember Becky from the show?” he asked and she nodded her head.

“Yeah, yeah I do. That kind of fan?”

“No, no.” he shook his head “Worse! Actually much much worse!” he exclaimed and Misha snickered “He’s seen all of her movies at least ten times each, and his favorites- oh those I can’t even count. He knows the dialogs better than the actors that have actually been in them. And he’s seen every interview she’s ever had, like every one of them I am not kidding you! And- and Chuck forbid if she uploads a photo or video on any of her social media oh dear! The first like will always be his! Always I swear!”

“And he sure as hell won’t stop talking or at least thinking about it all day!” Misha spoke up, looking at Jensen who was shaking his head with a small whine leaving his lips “He hasn’t commented on any of them, not yet but oh Castiel help anyone that dares say they are her biggest fan! Nope, they don’t live to see the next day come!” he shook his head “Absolutely not! And let’s not get started when someone mentions her, he will pop in worse than Castiel himself! He almost gave one of the make up artists a heart attack!”

“So as you expect-” Jared wet on from then “When we found out that she had actually audition for a role in Supernatural, we did our best to avoid him at all costs!”

“Why that?”

“Because he was a mess of nerves and stuttering and awkwardness. Dean around a woman has nothing in common with what he was just at the mere thought she’d be on set with us! He’d ask questions about himself, and what she’d think and then thing of everything that could go wrong and all the ways he could embarrass himself in front of her!” Jared said with a chuckle as the only thing Jensen could do was mumble 'I hate you’s.

“Wow I really think that filming this season is going to be interesting then huh?”

“Oh I’m already sure we’ll have the best gag reel ever!” Misha said proudly and Jared nodded his head.

“We can’t wait for the teasing- er I mean shooting to begin!” he said and Misha snickered.

“I- I don’t really know why I hang out with these guys anymore.” Jensen huffed, shifting in his seat.

“Well, although Jared and Misha made it pretty clear I’d like to ask you Jensen if you have anything to say about (Y/n) being in Supernatural?”

“Well, uhm I’m sorry for a moment I was too caught up planning their deaths.” Jensen cleared his throat, blinking.

“Pff as if. He’s too caught up thinking about her. Cough – celebrity crush for life – cough some more.” Jared said with a smirk and Jensen only rolled his eyes.

“I’m gonna try to ignore the moose and uhm say that, honestly and all jokes aside I was really excited that we were going to have such an amazing actress on the show. It’s not every day an oscars’ winner wants to be part of this. I know she declined several movies to be able to be here with us, at least for this season and if that’s not honoring enough I don’t know what is.” he shrugged “I think- honestly, know she is going to do an amazing job in bringing this character to life and give her the depth and feelings she really needs and yeah maybe it’s the fan in me talking but I really think this is going to be my favorite season so far!”

“Alright, it’s great to hear that from you guys now.” she flipped through her cards, her eyebrows shot up once she read the question.

“Oh wow, alright- so I have a you could say question here that has been sent by the actual authors of the show to me. They told me they wanted the reactions captured on camera and I couldn’t understand then but now I really do understand.” she chuckled, catching their attention.

“They said they wanted to tell it to you when giving out the script for the next episode you have to film but found this as a great opportunity to let you, especially Jensen, know.” she looked at them.

“I’m… kinda scared now.” he mumbled.

“They’re killing you off dude!” Jared said with a snicker “Shame you won’t have a scene with your princess.” he said and only got a hit on the head from him.

“Uh actually quite the opposite.” she spoke up “To Jensen: How does it feel being told that (Y/n)’s character is going to be Dean’s most serious love interest along with everything that comes with that?

Sugar? Yes, Please (M)

Summary: SugarDaddy!Yoongi AU. You’re a college student with an aspiration for journalism, but the traumatic experience of being broke and lonely gives you an opportunity to try out something new: become a Sugar Baby.
Genre: Smut 
Words: 8,216
Warnings: Daddy kink, age difference
A/N: This was originally supposed to be separated into two parts, but I figured just screw it; we’re all thirsty for Yoongi, so I’ll keep it all in one. Please enjoy this monster of a fic because it took me literal days and I am so done with myself.

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