it was hard to remember the names of all these places!!

Baby

Requested by @head-of-hearts and @klarostark ! 

I finally get to write about the baby Targs again (!!). Baby Targs are literally my favorite things ever. Trying out a new pov! 

Rhaenyra hadn’t particularly wanted a younger sister. 

She already had one younger sibling and that was enough; she loved Daeron, of course, but he was a handful. He was loud and just constantly…there. He always wanted to play with her and always followed her around the Red Keep; when he didn’t think she was paying enough attention to him he would steal her books or try to take her play sword, which usually ended up with both of them getting in a shouting match. 

But then one day Mother and Father had sat her and Daeron both down in their solar and said that they were expecting another baby. Daeron had been overjoyed and she’d tried her best to smile and act excited, even though she wasn’t. She liked their family as it was; a boy and a girl and two parents. She didn’t like big changes-and another child was a big change. 

And then…six months later they’d stopped talking about it. Rhaenyra hadn’t been there when it happened; she’d been training with the Master at Arms in the training room when her mother had screamed. She and Daeron had been ushered into the nursery and they’d stayed there, scared, for the entire afternoon. They hadn’t fought, hadn’t talked, had barely even breathed while footsteps came and went outside the door. After a while Daeron had started to cry and she’d comforted him almost absentmindedly, remembering another time her mother had screamed like that because someone had stabbed Father and he’d nearly bled out all over their dinner table. 

By the time Jon came for them later that night, when the sun was nothing more than a golden ball of fire in the sky, they were both crying. He’d knelt next to them on the soft black rug and hugged them both close, and told them that their sibling had died (although Daeron asked how he or she could have died when she’d never been born in the first place). 

He was a boy, in her mother’s mind; they named him Edric and mourned him the way they would have mourned any other family member. It was strange, mourning someone she had never met before; it took a long time before Rhaenyra cried over his passing, before she really understood what she had lost. But there was something about it that did make her sad; a loss of potential, baby clothes that were hastily put in old trunks and shoved back into dark closest, something that should have been there but wasn’t. 

Her mother cried more often, and when Rhaenyra had bad dreams and Daenerys came to comfort her the Valyrian songs she sang were tinged with sadness. 

Then there was another pregnancy and once again they got excited. It felt like a new start-Father wouldn’t stop talking about how they would have a little brother or sister to play with, a rider for the light blue dragon Cyannis. Eventually Rhaenyra decided that she wouldn’t mind all that much either way, whether she had a little brother or a little sister. 

Although she kind of hoped she would get a little sister. Her aunt Sansa had recently had a daughter named Margaery and she was the sweetest thing; all of the cousins doted on her and she followed Rhaenyra around whenever she was at Winterfell and liked to play with her blonde hair. 

The baby was born too early. The Queen went into labor and once again Rhaenyra,  Daeron, and their cousin Lyanna found themselves in the nursery-but even though their Father smiled and told them everything was going well whenever he left their mother’s side to check on them his voice shook and he had whispered conversations in the hallway with Aunt Sansa and Aunt Arya in low voices that sounded distinctly worried. 

Lyanna gripped her hand so tightly it hurt, and Rhaenyra had squeezed back just as hard as if their grip was the only thing that could keep them anchored. 

Aemon was born with jet black hair and light blue eyes and Rhaenyra’s heart melted the first time she saw him. She was the oldest, nearly four; she was able to hold him first and she fell in love with him instantly-from the first moment he looked up at her, his mouth opening and closing in soft cooing noises. But his skin was all red and he coughed and hacked until she worried he would cough up something important, and when her parents exchanged glances they were filled with pain. 

They stayed by Aemon’s side all that day and the next and the next. He was very sick; maesters came in and out, but they could do little and less for him. She learned not to get her hopes up, learned to love Aemon fiercely while she had him and not think about what could happen to him if they weren’t careful. She fell asleep on Arya’s lap, her hand holding her baby brother’s. It was so small compared to her own, so pale. 

When she woke up, her little brother was gone. 

Two days later, there was a funeral in the godswood. She didn’t attend; even his name made her cry, for almost two years afterward. Aunt Sansa and Margaery stayed in the Red Keep with her; she cried and cried until she eventually cried herself to sleep. 

The next time she opened her eyes she was in her own bed and her Father was hugging her tightly. It will be okay. We’ll get through this. 

How? 

He didn’t answer; he just buried his head in her downy hair and held her as sobs shuddered through her body. 

They waited a year and tried again and this time Rhaenyra was determined that she wouldn’t get attached. That promise lasted for the entire pregnancy; she refused to talk about baby names, she refused to pick out clothing-dresses for a girl, doublets and breeches for a boy, all impossibly small-and she refused to think even to herself whether she wanted a boy or a girl. 

She wanted a living sibling. She could care less what gender it was. 

Finally the day arrived and her mother went into labor. Rhaenyra assumed that they’d be stuck in the nursery again but her aunt Arya took her down to the training room and they trained until she was too worn out even to worry. Then Arya told her stories, about growing up in Winterfell and the House of Black and White and how her parents had been (and still were) so in love that it made everyone ill. But in a good way. 

And then when they went back upstairs, still panting and covered in sweat…Elaena was waiting for her. She wouldn’t stop crying and she smacked Rhaenyra’s hand away the first time she touched her, but Rhaenyra didn’t care because she was perfectly healthy and beautiful. From that moment on she just wanted to protect her from the world, from whatever had taken Edric, Aemon, and her older sister Valaena (she hadn’t been born either). 

Time went on and she and Elaena were either thick as thieves or could barely speak two words to each other with fighting. Her younger sister annoyed her; they were nothing alike. Where Rhaenyra was shy and cautious Elaena was brash and impulsive and wasn’t afraid to let anyone know it. But Rhaenyra still loved her, especially as she grew-because she was alive. She hadn’t torn a hole in their family that could never be fixed. There were three rosebushes outside the Holdfast, not four. 

Yes, sometimes Rhaenyra couldn’t stand her younger sister-even when they got older. But she never wished, even for a second, even in jest, that Elaena had never been born. 

Change could be good, sometimes. And, as it turned out, Elaena was just what their family needed. 

I need some family/fluff stuff after last night’s episode. I mean, there’s a little angst but it’s not awful. 

Always taking requests! 

A Queen for the King

Summary: With a righteous blow, Arthur defeated Vortigern, destroyed the looming tower, and had taken his rightful place on the throne, vowing to do whatever was necessary to defend the kingdom, and her people. He was a King of the people; honest, compassionate, hard working. Everything that Vortigern was not. There was just one thing missing; the woman he was betrothed to as a child. There is a saying, after all; every king needs a queen.
Characters in this chapter: Arthur Pendragon, female reader, Vortigern Pendragon, Hannah [minor ofc], unnamed doctor
Characters mentioned: Uther and Igraine Pendragon
Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x female reader
Word Count: 1,057
Warnings: Canon violence mentioned, mistreatment of a woman, betrothal 
Author’s Note: This is @winchester-writes baby. I am so thankful she thought to include me in it.

Our work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.


There wasn’t much before the fire that you remembered. It was as if you were born of flames and screams, thrust into a life of filth and servitude. Your master, Vortigern, treated you like a lame dog, kicking you about, giving you barely enough scraps to survive. You slept in the dungeons where it was damp and cold year round. Snow would drift in, settling on the bars that you had come to call home. Sometimes, in the early spring, a small bird would come and visit, chirping happily at your feet. Closing your eyes, you liked to imagine it was telling you about life outside the walls that held you captive, when in reality, the small bird was begging for food and water. Everyone - save for the king and his family - in the kingdom was starving, even the wildlife.

Growing bold, you had asked Vortigern many times, “If I do not please you, why do you not kill me?”

Vortigern struck you, splitting your lip with the large rings that adorned his knuckles. “When will you stop asking me that infernal question?” he seethed, chest heaving, power thrumming thick in the air.

Gathering yourself, you spat blood on the floor. “Only when you answer.”

Originally posted by lenny-belardo

“I keep you alive as bait,” Vortigan snarled. Grabbing you by the hair, he hauled you through the castle, and down to your cell. “One day, Arthur will come for you, his betrothed, and on that day, I will strike him down.”

You weren’t allowed to leave the dungeon after that.

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For Better or Worse

Betty wakes up before Jughead, as she usually does. Today is different, though. Today is Betty’s day off. Being an award-winning journalist has its ups and downs; her schedule is always incredibly busy, leaving her with only one day off each week, but she loves her job. Jughead, on the other hand, spends his days writing new novels in their shared apartment in New York. His first one was a huge success, and paid for the high costs of living in the city.

Pulling out the ingredients for pancakes, Betty turns cooking breakfast into a one-woman production of Abbey Road. Always a sucker for the Beatles, she sings lead vocals, backup vocals, guitar solos, and drum patterns as she whisks the batter together.

Jughead walks in, just as Betty is beginning to make coffee. He walks up behind her, snaking his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head.

“Smells delicious, babe,” he sighs sleepily into her hair. Jughead never imagined he would end up here, in a high-end apartment in the city with the love of his life making pancakes in the kitchen. Yet here they are, despite everything life threw at the pair. Their love for each other only grew stronger through each hardship they faced.

“I was just about to start the sausages,” Betty giggles. Sleepy Jughead is her favorite Jughead. Well, every Jughead is her favorite, but he gets especially affectionate when he’s tired.

“You are a literal angel,” Jughead replies, clutching his heart for dramatic effect.
Betty turns to put the frozen sausage patties on the pan, but immediately freezes, green eyes widening.

“What’s wrong, Betts?” He asks, suddenly worried.

Betty doesn’t respond. Instead, she bolts for the bathroom, where Jughead hears her vomiting. He follows her immediately, and pulls her hair back from her face as she convulses over the toilet.

“That seriously came out of nowhere,” Betty laughs as she wipes her mouth with the nearest hand towel. “I feel fine now. Oh shit! The pancakes!” She tries to get up and hurry back to the kitchen, but Jughead stops her.

“I’ll finish breakfast. You need to rest. You’ve been burning the candle at both ends all week.”

Betty sits at the dining table, doing quick math inside her head. Her period is a week and a half late. Could she be pregnant? But she’s on the pill. Thinking fast, she looks up the success rates of birth control and finds that about 9% of women on the pill get pregnant every year.

“Hey, Jughead?” She calls out nervously. “I think I just realized something.”

“What’s up, buttercup?”

“I think I might be pregnant. My period is late and I just threw up out of nowhere and I feel fine again. And birth control is only about 91% effective.” Betty is starting to panic, prompting Jughead to intervene.
“Whoa, Betts, slow down. Deep breaths.” They had talked about having children before, but they were always such an abstract concept. Now there is the distinct possibility of their hypothetical family becoming a reality, and Jughead is a little overwhelmed, too. “Do you want me to run down to Walgreens and get a test?”

“Yeah. Yeah we can take it together.” She sounds more certain now, her voice sturdier.

“Just remember, I love you no matter what,” Jughead tells her as he walks through the door.

“This is the longest three minutes of my life,” Betty grumbles as she and Jughead wait for the pregnancy test on the counter to change their lives.

“I guess I’ll just have to distract you, then,” Jughead replies cheekily, pulling her in for a kiss. When they break apart, Betty’s eyes are full of tears.

“Are you sure you’re not going to change your mind if it’s positive?” She sniffles, unable to meet his eyes.

“Betty, darling, look at me.” She does what he says and his face is full of pure, unadultured love. “I love you more than anything. And if the test is positive, I’ll love our little bean just as much.” He’s cut off by the timer on his phone.

“No matter what it says, our lives are about to change forever,” Betty states grimly. “On the count of three. One…. two…. three.”
They look at the stick together and a pink plus stares back at them.

“Oh my god, Betty,” Jughead starts, happy tears forming in his eyes as he picks her up and twirls her around. “A baby, we’re going to have a baby!”

“And there’s the heartbeat!” The ultrasound technician announces happily. No matter how many times it happened, hearing their baby’s heartbeat was the most exciting part of Betty’s pregnancy so far. “Do you want to find out the sex?”

Betty and Jughead pause for a moment. This is the one thing they hadn’t discussed yet.

“I kind of want the surprise,” Betty said hesitantly.

“Whatever you want, darling. You’re the one carrying our baby,” Jughead replied lovingly.
They start thinking of names on the car ride home.

“I kind of like Scout for a girl,” Jughead suggests. “She was such a strong character for a little kid.”

“What about Sodapop for a boy? And before you laugh, what would a Jones kid be without an odd name?”

“I don’t know, Betty. As much as I love The Outsiders, I don’t want our kid to be made fun of. It was hard enough being called Jughead, even though it was a nickname. But it might be a fun middle name. That way we could call him Sodapop but he can choose if he wants to go by his first name when he’s old enough.”

“I like the way you think, Jughead Jones,” Betty giggles. “I really like the name Eleanor for a girl. I always have.”

“We still have plenty of time to decide. In the meantime, I think we have some calls to make,” he says as they pull into their parking spot at their building.

“Oh, god. My mother is going to be unbearable. She already doesn’t approve of us living together, even though we’re 26. She’ll lose her mind over premarital children. Let’s just elope.” The last three words slip out of her mouth unexpectedly.

“Betty Cooper, are you proposing to me?” Jughead asks with a shit eating grin on his face, walking around to her door to open it.

“I suppose I am,” Betty replies, slightly dazed. “Jughead Jones, will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” They embrace in a passionate kiss, wanting to relish the moment for as long as possible before facing the wrath of Alice Cooper.

The ceremony is short, taking place in the morning at City Hall. Veronica and Archie are their witnesses. The ring Jughead presents to Betty is one they picked together: a thin silver band with an emerald surrounded by a small opal on each side. Jughead’s is a plain silver band to match.

When the couple arrives back at their apartment, they are greeted with the sight of Alice Cooper sitting at their dining table.

“Mom?” Betty starts hesitantly, not sure if they are about to be congratulated or scolded.

“So you eloped,” Alice states coldly, not meeting her daughter’s eyes.

“Mom it’s not what-”

“No, I know, Elizabeth. It’s your life, and you’re going to do what you want. Do you know how I found out? From Fred Andrews. I find out from my next door neighbor that my daughter is getting married.” There are tears forming in her eyes as her voice cracks.

“Alice, the only people we told were Veronica and Archie because they were our witnesses,” Jughead interjects. “And we only told them a week in advance. We wanted this to be a quiet affair, away from people who would judge us for our current situation,” he continues, resting his hand on Betty’s swollen belly.

“We wanted to tell you in person, but we’ve been too busy to make the trip out to Riverdale,” Betty insists. “Please, we just want you to be happy for us.”

Alice, unable to find words, simply takes a deep breath and nods.

“As long as you two are happy, I have no right to judge,” she admits after a long pause. “I do need to get back home, though. I have an important meeting in the morning. I love you Elizabeth, and you too, Jughead.”
Betty and Jughead look at each other in shock as Alice makes her way through the door and down the hall.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Jughead asks his very pregnant wife as he packs an overnight bag for a book signing event upstate.

“It’s only one night, Juggie. We’ll be fine,” Betty repeats for the umpteenth time in the last hour. “I’ll call you if anything happens.”

Betty all but kicks him out the door as he drops one last kiss to her stomach. She waddles into the kitchen for a glass of water, when her water breaks suddenly. She grabs her phone and calls Jughead straight away.

“Betty? Is everything okay?” Jughead sounds panicked when he picks up

“Yeah, everything is fine. My water just broke,” Betty replies flippantly.

“I haven’t even left the building. I’ll be up in 2 minutes. Hang in there, I love you,” he says hurriedly.

Two minutes later, just as promised, Jughead is back in the kitchen, very out of breath.

“You got the bag?” Betty nods, and the two share a grin. “Good. Let’s go have a baby.”

“It’s a girl!” The doctor exclaimed as Betty gave her final push. The labor was long and painful, but it was worth it to bring their daughter into the world.

The doctors quickly busy themselves with cleaning her up, and Jughead gazes lovingly at the goddess before him.

“You did great,” he soothes, stroking Betty’s hair. “I’m so proud of you.”

The doctor hands the tiny pink bundle that is their baby to Betty.

“Welcome to the world, Eleanor Scout Jones,” Betty whispers adoringly to the little bean in her arms, voice breaking slightly. “Mommy and Daddy love you so much.”
Eleanor’s mouth forms a delicate O shape as she lets out a yawn. Betty passes her over to Jughead, who has tears forming in his eyes.

“She’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen anything more perfect in all my life,” he chokes out, unable to tear his eyes away from the tiny person he helped create.

“She has your lips,” Betty sighs.

“And your nose,” Jughead adds. “Hey, Scout. I’m your daddy. We’re gonna have so much fun driving your mommy insane, yes we are.” Betty let out a soft giggle. Her heart filled with joy watching her small family.
“We’re a family, Juggie. Like officially and everything.” The realization hits her hard, as tears stream down her cheeks.

“We’ve always been a family, Betty,” Jughead answers, excitement and love clouding his features.

“Ever since we were 16, I’ve dreamt of a little girl with wild dark curls and bright green eyes.”

“This is, by far, the happiest day of my life,” Jughead states firmly.

Okay listen up losers I'm about to prove a fucking point.

So my presentation will be about proving season 3 Shiro is a clone and why DreamWorks made it too easy. I rewatched a crapton on episodes to make this, I need to sleep. 

If you guys didn’t notice the first thing Clone Shiro, umm wait imma call him Kuro Kuro looks at is his hand and a Galra symbol.

And that in and of itself is a big clue because there’s already a lot of meaning behind that since season 2. In which, Hunk and that team discussed how the arm can be used against them.

Memory is key! How could Galra have Shiro’s memories? The arm! Like Hunk said, if it could create memories than it’s pretty safe to say it can record them too.

Linking that with the shot of the Galra emblem is a huge deal in symbolism. Trust me I’m an English major, I deal with this shit all the time.

(I’m writing this on my laptop and phone at the same time, godspeed)


Speaking of symbolism, Ulaz made an appearance when Kuro was dazed



(Is that even Ulaz? I can’t tell I’m bad with faces)

This does two things. Reaffirm Kuro’s undying trust with his arm, and make a connection with Galra as a comrade. Lemme explain;

During Shiro’s ‘I can suddenly remember shit’ scene in season 2? He die-hard believes the memories are his and not a [insert dream here] from Galra, by showing him Ulaz they are trying to recreate that same feeling.

By showing him a Galra (regardless of being evil or not) you’re connecting the dots with trust.

That could be a good reason why the Galra decided to give Shiro a weaponized arm in the first place. Why would they power him up for shits and giggles? Haggard herself even said this:

(Bitch, no thanks.) They wouldn’t have given him a cool fighting arm just so he could be cooler in the arena. That’s fucking idiotic to arm a prisoner. (sorry)

This wouldn’t even be the first time Haggard had some evil version of Shiro

Remember this scene from season 1? Cuz I sure fucking do.

Speaking of that arm, why would they take it in the first place? Listen, it’s already pretty fishy they gave him a super arm but why would they take it at all? Dare I say, D N A ?

This leads me back to this scene here:

Why would Kuro hurt himself? A French term can explain this, ‘L’appel du vide’ translation: The call of the void. Basically, your brain is telling you to self-destruct in order to take control of a situation.  Now we already discussed how the Galra controls his brain sort of so that’s that.

Now I know what you’re saying: Oh! But that’s so he could close the wound!!

Listen, man, I did training with an Army doctor on quick fixes for medical emergencies. Now I’m not saying I’m an expert cuz I’m not, but if Kuro did that do it to heal himself up it wasn’t done correctly. Or at least done accurately…. Especially with an unknown power. This might be wrong, it was a brief training,  so don’t take this part too seriously.

Adding to this point:

If you’ve ever seen anyone wake up from a long coma, and I mean  l o n g  coma, they don’t have full feeling in their muscles and tend to fall because they do not have full control of their limbs. I’m assuming by the hair this hasn’t been up and about for enough time to get that effect.

Speaking of hair, yes guys, Kuro’s hair is WAY too long to be Shiro.

(Lmao, Shiro/Kuro w/ long hair; hit or miss??)


Kuro’s hair shows that he hasn’t cut it in at least 1 ½ years. There might not be much context of how long he was missing but I’m sure as hell it’s couldn’t be more than a few months since Keith was searching through the Glara rubble.

<Man, all these analytical essays are finally paying off>

This scene here:

Is a big clue. For real why would the Black Lion do that? Send him into more danger? That’s not right.

Well, guess what, she didn’t.

Remeber this gem? I sure fucking do.

She sent him with someone he trusts, Matt. This really makes sense cuz mATT JUST HASN’T SHOWED UP BUT IS OBVIOUSLY REALLY IMPORTANT *cough* sorry, I don’t know what came over me….

Not only does Shiro trust him but so does Pidge, and I know those two never really had a connection but they kinda all share a state of thought while forming Voltron…

So the Black Lion theoretically has seen Pidge’s thoughts and stuff. Theoretically Black has two reasons why to trust Matt.

The Black Lion has so many reasons to send Shiro to Matt and not some Galra base.

This can also help understand why the Black Lion didn’t trust Kuro.

From what I’ve seen (or remember seeing at 4 AM, I haven’t slept in 45ish hours guys, help) all of you guys think that Black knows that’s not Shiro from the Connection they have but that might not be it!

Kuro thinks he’s Shiro, he has the same memories, the same body, the same scar on the face! So the Connection can still be there, what he doesn’t have is Matt with him.

Which wouldn’t make sense because Black sent him there, so it’s ridiculous cuz “hey I sent you to be with your buddy? Why didn’t you bring him along to see his sister who has been searching for him like crazy???”

That could be why the Black Lion found Kuro and trusted that was the OG but then changed its mind and was like ‘no thanks’ when she saw Matt wasnt with him.

I mean look how….happy?? She looks when they find him!

Why would that change after the fact? The Connection had to be there in order to sense him in the first place. It just makes sense.

Also look at the symbolism here again:


Kuro is in a Galra ship, it’s so subtle you might not even catch it (unless you’re used to over analyzing everything in order to fit 3 more pages into a term paper like me)

Instead of animating Kuro getting physically off the fighter they show them apart, separated from Black. They show him in enemy weaponry.  

As an enemy kinda…


(I’m getting too into this…)


This is Kuro while he’s being cloned

This is Kuro after he’s ‘escaping’

Sounds like the plan was a success, but all that happened was Kuro getting away? I don’t know about you but prisoners stay locked up, unless they aren’t.

They even say Kuro’s is approved for Operation Kuron!


Also from that scene:

Kuro was given that codename ‘Subject Y0XT39′

But Shiro already had a codename, and it wasnt that.

Its ‘Prisoner 117-9875′

Subject and Prisoner are two different things and two different codes.


Kuron is already a huge fucking clue. I donno know if you seen this yet but,

Shiro’s name is literally White and the opposite is Black or Kuro which sounds a lot like Kuron


If you think that’s just a coincidence then try this:

Just try telling me this isn’t legit?


To add just a bit more, Kuro and Keith clashed a lot while both trying to lead Voltron.

He also made it so Keith looked like a weak leader, which he was not once he got more use to the role.


Appearance wise, Kuro is different from Shiro in a low key way. First off both haircuts he has where different from Shiro’s. They’re all horrible but that’s a different story.

His cloths is different too, it shows more skin. The sleeve shows his arm and he took off his glove. Symbolically this means he trying to be more open, more free, more approachable.

This would make it easier to give the wrong feeling of trust to the team, which is the plan Kuro was given


*searching through my notes* okay did I miss anything…? Ah Yes!!


When Shiro first meets those two freedom fighters the transmission radio picks of two things; something less important about Lotor and Voltron.

Which one was ignored and which one was heard?

Yes guys, Kuro didn’t even pay attention to Lotor cuz that’s not what he was told to do. He was told to find out about Voltron which, he did.

Also with those freedom fighters, we learn this:


It wouldn’t have been easy to escape injured and tired. When he escaped the first time it was with the help of Ulaz. They didn’t even try keeping him there, he wasn’t restrained and didn’t have any guards. The only thing trying to stop him were those androids they know Kuro/Shiro could easily defeat.

And last thing.


And I think this is the most important thing.







He didn’t finish that sentence.


He didn’t say he wasn’t a traitor.


He didn’t have too.



This concludes my presentation on ‘Proving That’s not Shiro but Kuro the Clone’

Thank you for your time.

For my next presentation, I will talk about why we should save Kuro and love him indefinitely

50 Rumors And Hooks...
  1. A bandit gang preys on wounded and weary adventurers as they straggle down the road from the dungeon to the city. 
  2. A black cloak was stolen from the Burnt Bridge tavern last night; sewn into the hem is a treasure map.
  3. A gigantic egg appeared in the town square last night. No one knows what might hatch out of it, but it’s going to happen soon.
  4. A deity walks the city streets disguised as a humble mortal. 
  5. A hot-tempered knight has promised all his lands to his brother if he is bested at the upcoming jousting tournament.
  6. A leading churchman has announced a heretical doctrine; his fellow priests have demanded that he recant, on pain of excommunication. 
  7. A wrestler named Drón Goldentress will perform three great quests for anyone who can beat her in a match. 
  8. Agitation grows in a neighboring land for a renewed war against the kingdom. 
  9. An eerie dog with glowing eyes stalks the city at night. The magnificent sorcerer Furioso was bitten by it, and now he can barely remember his own name.
  10. Ditchdiggers unearthed an ornate tin casket the other day. They can’t figure out how to open it, but won’t let anyone else try, either. 
  11. Drinking a poison surely meant for someone else, the meek baker Oswald dropped dead in a tavern last night. 
  12. During the day, the headsman’s daughter appears rather homely, but under the moonlight, she is the fairest young maiden in the realm.
  13. Every hundred years or so, a black, venomous rain falls on the city, killing hundreds of people. A recurrence is months overdue. 
  14. The Superordinate Six, a band of famed adventurers, have failed to return from an expedition to the Rat City ruins. 
  15. Goblins tunneled a good distance under the city walls last year, but the authorities covered it up. 
  16. Grave robbers have been digging up the bones of slain adventurers. They must be working for a lich or evil wizard. 
  17. Luriez the horse trader is auctioning off Bravo, a clever and magnificent steed. His former owner, a luckless mercenary, lost him in a dice game. 
  18. Magic items sold by Antesos Three-Beard have a peculiar way of finding their way back to his shop after the purchasers die. 
  19. Many of a famous knight’s heroic feats were in fact performed by his squire, a young girl dressed as a boy.
  20. Mercenaries have taken sanctuary in the temple; the high priests want them out but are forbidden by the tenets of their faith to expel them. 
  21. Pound for pound, the most valuable treasure in town is not silver or gold, but the cache of saffron hidden in the spice merchant’s shop. 
  22. Priestess Ciana has great healing powers, but those she raises from the dead sometimes take on her personality traits. 
  23. Pulsing green lights are frequently observed near the abandoned mines south of the city. 
  24. Recent rains flooded the catacombs beneath the city; strange things are floating to the surface.
  25. Someone is stealing all of the town’s church bells. 
  26. Somewhere in the city, the priceless Altar of Kych is hidden in plain sight.
  27. The armorer Casabon just received a shipment of Zhenish steel, which will make fine blades for those who can afford them.
  28. The astronomer Harun the Subtle reports sighting a circle of new red stars in the sky. The Royal Astrological Society has offered a reward to anyone who can conclusively explain the meaning of this omen.
  29. The beloved singer Dulari has fallen prey to a terrible illness, one the healers can’t cure. 
  30. The bullying city watchman Moyalva has been extorting money from the weak and helpless.
  31. The courtier Vivando has fallen out of favor with the king, who suspects him of having eyes for the princess.
  32. The exiled prince of Cadis unwisely dismissed a churlish servant who knows too much about his master’s business.
  33. The feathers that rained down on Beggar’s Alley last night came from the wings of battling archons.
  34. The floorboards beneath the Trembling Pig Inn are hollow and full of stolen gold.
  35. Pirates have disrupted grain shipments meant for the kingdom; starvation looms if traders cannot resupply in time.
  36. The high sheriff becomes violently enraged if anyone accuses him of having orc blood. 
  37. The king is a usurper who has the real heir to the throne chained up in his basement.
  38. The king plans to build new watchtowers around the city. Laborers, once desperate for work, will soon be hard to hire.
  39. The king’s chief minister plans to step down, making way for his clever but abrasive protégé. 
  40. The philosopher Frabreck has released another pamphlet arguing for the conquest of the orc lands, so that its peoples can be liberated from evil and placed under the king’s benevolent rule.
  41. The rancher Septimus is raising a flock of strange reptilian beasts on his farm.
  42. The retainers of an unpopular knight quelled an uprising on his lands by fi ring crossbows into an unarmed throng.
  43. The rich merchant Zaguant has learned that pirates have sold his son into slavery.
  44. The son and daughter of two rival merchant families eloped a few weeks ago. Both fathers offer a reward for the son: his father aims to protect him, but the girl’s wants him dead.
  45. Whenever a member of the murderous Lampedusa clan is slain, the weapon used to deal the death blow is permanently imbued with powerful magic.
  46. The young adventurer Brialda carries a shield bearing the crest of the Acatero family, even though, as an illegitimate daughter of that clan, she is not entitled to it. 
  47. An ancient throne lies buried in a field nearby. Anyone who sits on the throne for an entire night will rise from it a wise man or a lunatic.
  48. They say that if you listen long enough to the water lapping against the shore near the statue of King Brand, you will hear the name of an innocent person you are fated to kill. 
  49. They’re slaughtering more than just cows and sheep at the old abattoir down by the piers.
  50. Whenever ravens gather on the clock tower, a mighty hero dies. 

1. The last time you made the mistake of making a home out of a pair of arms and a soft smile, you learned the hard way that anything that moves, that can blame, that can cause ache does not deserve such an elevated status in your heart. Still, you are an anomaly, a wild thing hoping for a home. A sailor wishing to leave the ocean and return.

2. I still remember a day when your father had lifted you in his arms and told you that you are loved, more than you ever know. It was two days before the plane crash that took him. It was two days before I saw death dance in your broken eyes for the first time. I don’t think it ever stopped dancing there.

3. Yesterday, someone asked you, “who do you trust most in the world?” And you felt that your lips were sewn shut. Everybody you should love and trusts’ names felt rough and raw on your tongue like they were in a foreign language that you had become too ancient to learn. So instead you whispered your own name like a secret into the abyss and hoped no one saw the sadness that had crawled it’s way along with your name out of your mouth.

4. A summer ago, you asked me what it was like to not need a place to call home. I know you asked this from a place of trauma, that your trauma has convinced you it will all be okay once you find a home. But it is lying, because what you need up find is your healing. And I told you that wanderlust had etched itself so ornately into my bones that I had no choice but to travel till it had sated itself. You looked at me with envy, even as I thought of all the people who would love to make a home of your heartbeat. You however were looking for a certain kind of love that you would call your very own. A kind of love that would never abandon you the way everyone you have ever loved has.

5. Something about you glowed bigger and better than all the stars we gazed at in the night sky. And even then, even when you had everything, you longed for a human to belong in. But everytime you laid the foundations for something good, they came crashing and tumbling down on your head. Because your trauma is a perfectionist and no one could quite become what you needed and wanted at the same time.

6. I wish I had told you then what I told you in that very last letter before I left. That child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes? People are rivers, ever changing, ever flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them. Still, that home you are hunting for does have a heartbeat. But it isn’t one locked in anyone else’s chest. Just look inside your own.

—  Nikita Gill, People Aren’t Homes
Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized)
(Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

*1. Do I look like I give a fuck?
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*2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you.
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*3. Me? Overreacting? Probably.
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4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you.
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5. A: Whar are you doing?
B: Avoiding.
A: Avoiding what?
B: Everything.
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*6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES?
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*7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.
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8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.
    A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell.
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9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world!
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10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass.
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11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it.
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12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.
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13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it.
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14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard.
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15. A: How do you make someone holy?
B: You beat the hell out of them.
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16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.
B: Not me, I’m important.
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17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it.
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18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such.
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19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it.
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*20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything.
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21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment.
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22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place.
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23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though.
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24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.
B: THanks.
A: You’re welcome.
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25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming.
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26. A: What are you reading?
B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.
A: wHAT the fuck?
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27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.
B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch.
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28. Man, how many eye contact until date?
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29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”.
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30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on.
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31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19?
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32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey.
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33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb.
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34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower.
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35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful.
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36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right.
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37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic.
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38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me.
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*39.A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.
B: That’s my right boob though.
A: Babe.
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40.Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough.
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41.What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answet to a Harry Potter trivia question.
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42.I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck.
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43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.
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*44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you.
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*45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch.
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47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense.
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48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier.
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49.I ship me and that boat.
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50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay.
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51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death.
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*52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee!
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53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me.
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54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit?
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55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery.

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56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING

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57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games.

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58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad.

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59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general.

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60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally.

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61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later.

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62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy.

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63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know.

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64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”.

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65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what?

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66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects.

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67.A: I love you.

B: What if I got a bowl cut?

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68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t.

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69.I’m aggressively thibking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is?

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70.My opinion is no.

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71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan.

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72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch.

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73.Which is messier - my life or my hair?

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74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face?

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75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

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76.Read a girl who dates books.

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77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants.

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78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.

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79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that.

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80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting.

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81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?

/PART TWO/


/170715 ; a Temporary side note: please for the moment don’t send me requests with the numbers that have a (*). I’ve received so many requests with those, I’m starting to run out of ideas :D Thank you ! / - persuasivus

BTS BUTTERFLY EFFECT THEORY

Okay so couple weeks ago I watched the movie butterfly effect and with the last highlight reel I’m basically sure about this theory.

So, for the ones who have not seen the movie it goes like this (I strongly recommend you watch the movie though);

A boy named Evan, goes through hard times during his childhood and his teenage years. But he cannot remember these key moments in his life he blacks out and wakes up after everything is done. He starts writing down everything in his journals so he can keep track of everything.

Later in his life he realizes that he has the power to go back in time and undone his and his friends’ mistakes. He does this by looking through his journals and recalling the memories he must go back to. He goes back dozens of times but every time he undoes something, another one goes wrong. In a surprising turn, he finds out his dad had the same abilities and his dad did the same in his lifetime by looking at the PHOTOS he took. YES photos. Does it sound familiar? Because it should. Who do we see always taking vids and pics throughout the whole HYYH + WINGS eras?

Jin is Evan in their story, trying to save the boys over and over again, trying to make everything right. See also, how exhausted Jin looks in the end of the most recent highlight reel. He’s been trying to save these boys for so long.


‘Coincidentally’ one of the times Evan uses this ability in the movie is when the girl he loves commits suicide and he goes back to save her. Which we see Jin do in Highlight Reel 3. Whenever Evan goes back in time and changes something their lives change, things disappear, the way their lives go change, but there are always reoccurring scenes. Throughout HYYH and Wings there are scenes we see too often but always in different settings. Almost like these things happen but in parallel universes. The parallel universes that Jin creates every time he goes back in time to save the boys. Few of them are;

Taehyung with wall painting and graffiti

Taehyung getting arrested

Yoongi with his fire obsession and his piano

Jimin with water

Hoseok with pills

Jimin / Hoseok in hospitals

Jimin drowning / in or around bathtubs

Namjoon with a lollipop

Namjoon with phone boxes

And of course, the obvious; couples

The never-ending connections between Jungkook/Yoongi, Jimin/Hoseok and Namjoon/Taehyung which not so surprisingly leaves out Jin, because he’s the one trying to save them.

In MVs there are a lot of scenes implying the butterfly effect itself for instance

In highlight reel Jin said: “Yesterdays many encounters and goodbyes existed for this moment. Every alley and crossroad I walked through were all meant to lead me to this place.” Saying that every little thing done in the past led him to the place he is now, which is basically the definition of butterfly effect.

Or for instance in I Need U Japanese Version MV when Jungkook burns the flower in his hand, the camera instantly cuts to the photo of the same flower behind Yoongi starting burn as well, meaning Jungkook’s actions affect Yoongi’s life.

There are a lot of butterfly imagery in the MVs as well. Not even mentioning there’s a song called Butterfly and one of the album’s name is WINGS.

So, let’s talk about hyyh1 and hyyh2. My theory is that HYYH2 could be a different reliving of HYYH1 where Jin had to go back in time because well, our boys fucked up. With Taehyung killing his father/ brother, Hoseok swallowing those pills, Jungkook getting in a car crash, Yoongi burning himself in his hotel room and Jimin drowning himself. HYYH2 with Run MV is Jin’s another attempt so save these 6 boys. Also at the end of BS&T Japanese Version we see Jin going to the place Namjoon works and saying, “Long time, no see” where Namjoon is startled to see Jin. This could also contribute to the theory that after everything went downhills in BS&T jap verse, Jin fighting with Taehyung included, Jin had to try again.

I believe their hairstyles and colors as well as their clothing style changes between I Need U and Run eras to imply a different universe, but we can never be sure.

I want to note that in Run MV where the boys are vandalizing the cars in the tunnel Jin is the only one sitting in the car not doing anything and when they start to run he’s the one who gets them out of trouble, he’s the one who’s waiting to save them. 

If we tie things with the Korean version BS&T MV it explains the duality of the universes. Jin sees another dimension through the mirror in the end of BS&T which could be tied to HYYH era as every time Jin tries to save the boys he creates another universe. BS&T also shows the evil temptations the boys are facing and Jin once again sacrificing himself and saving the boys.

Also coming to the Highlight Reels, to me, as the whole story is still connected to the book Demian by Hermann Hesse, the girls represent their Beatrices. In the book, Sinclair thought he had fallen for a girl he saw in a park and named Beatrice. He thought about her as the days went on and finally decided to paint a picture of her. As he painted he realized what he was drawing resembled no longer a girl but the face of a young man. He finished the painting only to realize he had drawn Demian. Because Demian was the one he was longing for. The pairings Jimin/Jhope, Jungkook/Yoongi and Taehyung/Namjoon are Sinclair and Demian to each other.

the demian connections were also said by @/angelakiss_tale on twitter so kudos to them for making me realize.

I’ll add things as I connect the dots, I’ve still yet to understand all the individual stories told in Highlight Reels. Especially Jihope+the girl story dumbfounded me.

Transference (M) – Chapter 06

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Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 13,167

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, sexual themes, BDSM, shibari, dom/sub roleplay, profanity.

A/N: This chapter is going to hurt.

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

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MORNING AFTER WITH EXO || Friends version

waking up next to your best friend after a drunk one night stand can’t be good… right?

Minseok:

★when he first wakes to see your sleeping naked form next to him he’s sit upright in horror
★after finding the condom wrapper on the floor next to his clothes he’d chill out
★he’d wash, dress then go out to the kitchen
★when you wake to an empty bed, you think the small flashes of memory from last night were just part of your dream
★but after a few minutes, coffee begins to spread it’s delightful aroma around your room
★you wrap yourself in your dressing gown and follow the scent to it’s source
★and looky here
★a minseok
★upon hearing your footsteps, he turns to offer you a small smile
★'morning’
★'hi’
★'i raided your cupboards to make breakfast’
★you’d laugh at how cute and chill he was
★moving to sit on the counter next to him
★he’d give you a mug of coffee and offer a plate of pancakes
★'so about last night…’ you looked over his face
★'from what i remember it was good. and it’s nice not waking up to chaos like at the dorm’
★you finished your coffee and set your mug down for him to refill
★'i’m surprised your still here’
★'you’re my best friend and you think it’d hit and run?’ he’d pout as he sat opposite you
★'isn’t that how one night stands work? you hit it and run?’
★oh boy you’ve set him off laughing
★'i’m more of a hit and make sure the lovely victim has my details. just in case’ he’d wink
★you two would spend the morning drinking coffee and talking about everything hes done while off on tour


Junmyeon:

★upset bub p.1
★you’d left after waking up
★only leaving a note for him
★so many questions would run through his mind
★would you ever want to talk to him
★should he call you?
★send you flowers?
★diddly darn he was stuck
★he ended up calling you
★'hi, i’m sorry if you’re upset with me’
★'myeon, i wanted to stay, but i had work’ you’d laugh
★'i thought you’d left because you were upset!’
★'not at all, i had fun last night’
★'oh’
★'yeah’
★'i can pick you up after work and take you for lunch’
★'that sounds great’
★WOW WEE
★he would dress up nice and take you to a fancy ass place
★he’d treat you like a goddamn prince/princess


Yixing:

★baby boy would be so god damn fluffy
★like he’d just explode with warmth and love and giggles when he sees you sleeping next to him
★he’ll move his hand to your hair and play with the strands lovingly until you wake up
★'good morning, baobei’
★your little sleepy grunt in reply would make him giggle
★he’s pet your hair and hold you close until you’re fully awake to talk
★'should we wash and then go for breakfast?’
★'can’t we stay here longer?’
★'we can do whatever you want’
★cuddles upon cuddles upon cuddles
★and mindless chit chat
★how could cuddles in bed with this precious lamb be bad?


Baekhyun:

★you’d wake up before him
★you kinda just laid there for a bit debating what to do
★do you wake him
★or just leave??
★you decided to have a shower first
★and if he wasn’t awake when you were out, you’d write a note to him and leave
★so off you went
★halfway through washing your hair, the curtain was pulled back
★and this pup was just stood watching you
★you tried your best to cover yourself
★he just laughed and shook his head
★'you weren’t doing that last night. in fact, you couldn’t get your clothes off any quicker’
★'shut up baek’
★he’d just tease your mercilessly
★you turned the shower head to wet him
★which shut him up
★he kinda just stared
★which made you think he was mad
★but he suddenly just pushed into the shower with you
★'that wasn’t nice’ he’d pout, pushing you back against the wall
★'neither was leaving me bed on my own’
★'not my fault you wouldn’t wake up’
★'i worked hard last night i deserve a lay in’
★it would just be none stop giggles, kisses and cuddles for the day


Jongdae:

★upset bub p.2
★he’d watch you sleep for a few minutes before dressing and going to eat
★he felt bad that your first time together was when you were both out of your mind
★as he was drinking his milk, he’d hear your foot steps
★he went full !!!!!! mode
★when you came into the room, he’d do his best to hide
★and by hide i mean he’s stood behind the curtains
★'i see you dae,’
★'dae? who’s dae? i know no dae’
★it would make you laugh
★which then caused him to grin
★'you’re not mad at me?’
★'what’s done is done’
★'i’m mad at me for not remembering. maybe we should have a repeat’ he’d wink
★'shut up’
★'yes captain’


Chanyeol:

★this poor guy
★he had it all planned out on what to do when the two of you woke up
★he’ll run you a bath, let you raid his wardrobe so you’re comfy then make you breakfast
★he’d straight up just have a stroke when he doesn’t hear you snoring
★are you deaD???////????
★HOLY SHIT HE’D KILLED YOU?!
★it was supposed to be romantic and now he’d killed you
★shit
★oh no
★nevermind
★bless, his face would all be screwed up as he let his thoughts went mad
★you’re now staring at him with a confused look on your face
★'what are you thinking about?’ you’d ask with a laugh
★'how to bury your body’
★'oh’
★'nO SHIT I MEANT WHAT I’M GOING TO COOK YOU FOR BREAKFAST’
★his little cheeks would be bright red
★his plans were blown
★'breakfast sounds really good, actually’
★his famous grin would sprout on his face before he leans in and kisses your head
★'eggs and bacon coming your way’
★he’d jump out of the bed in such a rush to cook
★that he ended up tripping
★and now he’s just curled up naked on your floor
★real good going, chanyeol
★'just come back to bed for a while. i’ll cook when i get up’
★he’ll dive right back in and nuzzle his face into your neck
★'it was supposed to go better’
★'i know, chan’


Kyungsoo:

★soft
★v gentle
★11/10 would recommend
★but for real
★the most important thing is that you’re happy and that you’re comfortable
★you two could talk about what happened last night later on
★a shower and breakfast is more important
★so he kinda just shoves you to the bathroom to wash
★while he goes and works his magic in the kitchen
★probably cooks enough to feed the entire city because he’s nervous
★and actually doesn’t even know what your favourite breakfast food is
★when you enter the kitchen you just see all this food
★which you thank him for
★the two of you will eat
★then after your both full, the talk will come
★'how much of it do you remember?’
★'i remember seeing your stomach after all the teasing you did’
★'yeah?’
★'you buff up good’
★to which he’ll laugh 
★you’ll probably just turn the whole situation into a joke
★which always makes the others confused


Jongin:

★let’s be honest here
★this bub ain’t waking up
★so you’ll just grab your stuff and leave
★when he does wake up he’ll probably see your watch you left on the nightstand
★panicccccccccccc
★he’ll rush to your place to talk to you
★'you should’ve woken me up’
★'i could’ve walked you home’
★'did you leave because you were embarrassed?’
★so many questions
★he’d be so worried that it ruined your relationship
★you’d calm him down by patting his shoulder
★if you wanted to talk about it, you two would
★but if you wanted to put it behind you, you two would also do that


Sehun:

★would wake before you
★and just stare
★he’s in awe
★but he’s also really pissed off
★in awe because wow he just had really good sex with the person he holds most dear to his heart
★but WHAT THE FUCK HE BARELY REMEMBERS ANYTHING
★DID YOU ENJOY IT?
★DID YOU MOAN HIS NAME?
★DID HE MOAN YOUR NAME
★WHO WAS IN CHARGE????
★DID HE CUM BEFORE OR AFTER YOU?!
★his thoughts were cut off by you groaning and stretching out
★you turned your head to see him and offered a sleepy smile before sitting up
★when you reached for your clothes, he’ll pull you back down
★and wrap his long limbs around you
★'stay for a bit’
★'we can go out for breakfast’
★it’ll be so nice????
★probs leads to you two blooming into the hottest couple around
★bc how could he not wake up to you every morning?????

married part 5- h.s imagine

you can read part 4 here

You let out a scream as you ran around in the kitchen. Lucas turned the corner, laughing as he chased you. You panicked as you realized you hit a dead end. Lucas smirked as he inched closer to you. “Where you gonna go now, babe?”

You crossed your arm and gave a pout. “Not fair. You always win.” Lucas gave a chuckle as he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer against him. “I won a long time ago.”

Your cheeks blushed as you tilted your head up to connect your lips together with Lucas.

After your birthday last year, you vowed to get over Harry. You couldn’t pine after him anymore. It wasn’t fair to you or his marriage. Moving on from Harry was definitely a struggle and occasionally your mind would drift off to see how he was doing. You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t miss him because you did. Harry’s made no effort to contact you. You couldn’t blame him though. You knew that if he found out your feelings for him, your friendship would somehow fall apart and sure enough, it did.

You’ve been with Lucas for about three months now. You guys rekindled when you accidentally ran into him at the store. You apologized for never getting back in touch with him after your first date and the rest is history. Lucas was sweet. He was really sweet. Sometimes when you were with him, you didn’t think about Harry.

You pulled away from Lucas as your phone started to ring. Lucas let out a groan as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “Ignore it.”

You chuckled as you pulled out your phone from your back pocket. You immediately knew who was calling without even having to look at the caller ID. “Niall’s being a little groomzilla. If I ignore him, I’m pretty sure he’ll find a way to hunt me down.”

Lucas rolled his eyes playfully before he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “It’s so hard when everyone wants to take my girl away from me” he joked before leaving you alone to answer the call.

You shook your head as you let out a chuckle before you answered your phone. “What’s wrong now, Niall?”

“The seating arrangement is all wrong!” Niall yelled from the other side, frustration laced in his voice.

You pulled your phone back from your ear, wincing at Niall’s booming voice. “Listen Horan, you better watch your tone with me or I won’t help with the wedding anymore!”

Niall gulped. “I’m sorry. Can you please help with the seating arrangement?” Niall begged into the phone. You smirked as you mentally praised yourself for having Niall wrapped around your finger. “I’ll be over soon.”


Since you and Harry cut ties, you and Niall have become closer. He was your blessing in disguise. You could never thank Niall enough for being there for you when you just really needed a shoulder to cry on. Niall managed to find a girl that was head over heels for him. He was absolutely in love with her. You would like to say you thought Niall marrying someone he’s only known for less than a year was absolutely crazy but you couldn’t. Emma was perfect for Niall. When you first met her, she welcomed you with open arms and you could see how much love Niall had for her. You knew in your heart that they were perfect for each other.

Niall sighed out of relief when he opened the door. His hair was a mess from the amount of times he’s run his hands through it out of frustration. “Niall, I see you’re looking as beautiful as ever.” you chuckled as you stepped into his apartment. You gave a quick hug to Emma who was sitting in the kitchen.

Niall quickly brought out a giant piece of paper. It was like some sort of blue print. It had circles drawn on it to represent the tables, a square to represent the dance floor, a rectangle to represent where the DJ was gonna be. It was the nightmare of every wedding. Niall sighed as he placed the paper in front of you. “We need your help deciding where to put who.” Niall explained.

Emma shrugged her shoulders as she took a sip of wine. “I say we let everyone sit where they’d like to. Who cares about assigned seating?” Niall placed his hand on his forehead before he smiled sweetly. “I told you, honey. If everyone decided to sit where they wanted to then it’ll be a big mess. Each table seats 10 people. What if someone wants to sit at a table that already has 10 people sitting there? They can’t just pull up a chair as they please cause that’ll mean one table will only have 9 guests. We are having assigned seats!”

You and Emma both looked at each other with wide eyes from Niall’s outburst. His breathing was hard as he stared at a sheet with everyone’s name on it. You cleared your throat, “I may need a glass of wine myself for this.”

You looked at who was next on the guest sheet. “Oh! Louis. So we can put him and Eleanor with Liam and Cheryl at table 7.” You quickly wrote Louis’s and Eleanor’s name down on the blue print. Niall nodded as he took a swig of his beer. “Make sure you write Freddie’s and Bear’s name down as well.” You nodded as you began to write. “Who’s next on the list?”

Emma grabbed the guest sheet. “Harry-” Emma paused, her eyes widening a bit as she cleared her throat. “Styles…” Niall and Emma stared at you with weary eyes. Emma’s met Harry a couple of times and she loved him. She thought he was the absolute gentleman and she couldn’t believe what happened between you and him. She never knew Harry was capable of such heartbreak.

Your eyes remained focused on the blue print. You tried to remain unfazed, “Ok. Let’s put him and Kimberly at table 7 as well.” You began to write Harry’s name down before Niall cleared his throat. “Actually Y/N. Kimberly isn’t attending the wedding.”

You sighed as you placed your pencil down. You smiled softly at Emma and Niall sitting in front of you. “It’s sweet of you guys to not invite her but I’ll be fine. Besides, I think Harry would be pretty upset knowing he couldn’t bring his own wife.”

Emma looked at her fiancé. Her eyes telling him to tell you the news they recently got. Niall nodded, he turned back to you. “Harry and Kimberly filed for a divorce last month, Y/N.” You let out a small gasp before Emma explained, “He told us two weeks ago when we met for dinner.”

Your eyes were staring at Harry’s name written down on the blue print in front of him. Your eyes softened as you thought about Harry was feeling all about this. For as long as you knew Harry, you knew how he looked down at getting a divorce. Coming from divorced parents himself, he always saw divorce as giving up. You quickly shook your head, grabbing your pencil again. “That’s unfortunate to hear. Who’s next on the list?”

Emma came around the kitchen counter and placed her hand on your arm softly. “Do you want to talk about it?” Niall nodded his head, reaching across the counter to place his hand on top of yours. “We’re here for you, Y/N.”

You smiled softly as you looked between the couple. “I’m fine, you guys. I promise.” You looked down. “It’s unfortunate Harry has to go through this. And I wish him nothing but the best.” You looked up at the couple. “Now who’s next?”

Emma and Niall exchanged a worried look before Niall sighed as he looked at the list. “Rory…Rory’s next.”


You sighed as you stared at your reflection in front of you. You ran your hands over your dress and smiled as you remembered the last time you wore this dress.

You thanked Harry as he handed you a glass of punch. Harry sat down on the chair next to you as he took in the scene around him. You and Harry went back to Holmes Chapel to celebrate Anne’s birthday. The backyard was filled with family and friends. The sun was about to set, fairy lights hung and music playing in the background. You laughed as you saw the younger kids dancing on the dance floor in the middle of the yard. Harry grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss on top of it. “I’m really happy you’re here, Y/N.”

You could feel your cheeks burning slightly as your eyes softened. “Of course, H. I would never miss Anne’s birthday. I adore her.”

Harry’s mouth opened to say something before one of your favorite songs bounced off the speakers. Harry instantly noticed the way your eyes sparkled and your smile widened as the “Photograph” started to play. Harry stood up and held his hand out to you. “May I have this dance?”

You giggled as you stood up, grabbing Harry’s hand. He led the two of you to the middle of the dance floor. You placed your arms around his neck as he placed his around your waist. Harry’s eyes were staring at you intently. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” Harry whispered. You smiled as you looked down at your feet. “Shut up you goof.”

Harry smiled, placing his hand on your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. “You’re gorgeous, Y/N.”

You were interrupted by your thoughts as Lucas knocked on your door. “Are you ready, babe?” You grabbed your purse before you looked at your reflection once again. “Ready.” you whispered.

As the car was taking you and Lucas to where Niall’s and Emma’s rehearsal dinner was being held, your foot was tapping anxiously. You could feel your palms becoming sweaty as you inched closer and closer to the restaurant. Lucas placed his hand on your thigh. “Are you alright?”

You smiled nervously while shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

You weren’t. In a couple of minutes, you were going to be in the same room as Harry. You were going to finally see him after a year of cutting ties with each other. Would he say something to you? Should you say something to him? Was he going to bring up what happened that night? Is he going to talk about Kimberly?

As the car halted outside of the restaurant, you could feel yourself becoming nauseous. The restaurant looked great. It was closed for the event. You smiled at the small decorations scattered around the room. There were pictures of Niall and Emma throughout their relationship. Lucas gently kissed your cheek, “Good call on the photos.”

You let out a small shrug as you smiled. A slightly tipsy Niall and a sober Emma walked up to you and Lucas.

“Y/N!” the couple to be shouted, pulling you into a hug. You laughed as you hugged both of them. Emma leaned back. “Oh Y/N. We can’t thank you enough for helping with everything. I can sleep well tonight knowing everything is taken care of because of you.”

Niall nodded his head rapidly. “You were pretty much our wedding planner. Please. Let us pay you a little something for all the handwork you did.” He began to grab his wallet out of his pocket. You swatted at Niall’s arm, giving them a scowl.

“No! I could never take your money!” Niall was about to argue before you continued. “Niall, you’ve helped me so much for the past year. I can’t thank you enough. So think of this as me repaying you.” Niall’s eyes softened. He pulled you into another hug. “I told you everything would get better eventually” he whispered as he recalled the words he would say to you repeatedly during your falling out with Harry. You smiled as you squeezed Niall tighter in the hug. You pulled away and gave another hug to Emma.

The couple promised to meet with you and Lucas again before they went around to mingle with all of their friends and family. Lucas placed his hand on your waist. “I’m going to get us something to drink.” He said before he placed a kiss on your cheek and walking away.

As soon as Lucas walked away, you suddenly felt cold. You could feel eyes burning at the back of your head. You turned around slowly to see Harry standing across the room. He was staring at you with sadness in his eyes. You let out a shiver as it was the same look he gave you that night. You shook your head as you turned back around. You quickly walked away, wanting to get as far as you possibly could. You stepped out onto the restaurant patio. You let out a deep breath as you ran your hand through your hair.

“Y/N…”

You spun around to see Harry standing in front of you. You closed your eyes briefly, “Harry.”

Harry’s eyes softened as he took you in. “It’s so nice to see you again. You look beautiful.” You shook your head. You quickly murmured, “I can’t do this” before you pushed past Harry to go back inside.

“Are you happy?”

You halted as you turned back around. “What?”

Harry walked closer. “With him? Are you happy?” You looked at the ground before Harry continued, “Cause I’m a bloody mess without you.”

Your eyes filled with anger as you stepped closer to Harry. You poked him in the chest. “No! You can’t say things like that! You’re married!” Harry grabbed your hand, “I filed for a divorce!” Harry sighed as he glanced down before his eyes met yours. “What happened that night absolutely wrecked me, Y/N. For the rest of my life, I will always regret that night. I missed your fucking birthday, Y/N. I’ve never felt so disgusted with myself. I tried moving on. I tried being the best husband I could possibly could to Kimberly but I couldn’t. You! You were on my mind constantly! I couldn’t do a single thing without thinking about you! All I could see was you crying. All I could see was how much I hurt you. I will never be able to forgive myself. But Y/N. I fucking love you.”

By the end of Harry’s speech, the two of you had tears in your eyes. Harry wiped your eyes before he whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

Harry’s eyes glanced between your eyes and lips. Suddenly he placed his lips on yours.


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Imagine your boss, Dean Winchester, flirting with you every time he can.

“And last but far from least-” you let a small sigh, looking at the door in case someone was coming “Mr Fury asked to see you.”

“Fury? As in Nick Fury?” Dean raised and eyebrow, his interest peaking.

“Exactly. It either has to do with the damage you and Mr Stark caused on your small trip around town or-”

Dean chuckled, leaning back in his chair “Come on (Y/n), we were drunk!”

“That does not justify it. On the contrary, it was reckless to go take his suits while being drunk.” you said with a pointed look and his smile turned into a softer one.

“You know-” he leaned forward so that he was closer to you “I love it when you care so much about me.”

“Mr Winchester.” you scolded softly, not meeting his eyes but still unable to hide a small smile from your face.

“I thought that by now we had agreed on that, sweetheart. It’s Dean.” he said, sounding a little disappointed.

“You know that can’t happen, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled, starting to place all of his files in place. Anything to keep you occupied from looking him in the eyes “I’m your assistant.”

“Well then we can arrange that. I could always fire you.” he gave you a cheeky grin as with wide eyes your head snapped to him.

“What?” you stood there frozen for a second until he started laughing at your expression.

“Just kidding. There’s no way on Earth I would fire my most trusted worker.” he shook his head “Besides, this enterprises would crumble down without you here to be honest.”

“Glad you appreciate my job then, Mr Winchester.” you chuckled with a small sigh of relief, shaking your head at your boss.

He rolled his eyes for a moment “That’s just not going to go away easily, is it?” he huffed, almost disappointed and you bit the inside of your cheek; still not looking at him.

“Wish it could.” you mumbled and saw him from the corner of your eye get up and walk towards you.

“You know it can-” you almost jumped at how close he had gotten without you realizing it, his breath only fanning over your cheek and his hand on your back “It’s all up to you.”

“Mr Winchester please-” you glanced at the door nervously “Someone might walk in. I just- I don’t want them to think I am taking advantage of-”

“Of who? Me? Sweetheart by all means, do so.” he gave you a boyish grin and you couldn’t stop a chuckle at his words, shaking your head.

“No. Of the time I spend with you. I- I worked hard to get this position.”

“I know, I saw it for myself.” he frowned slightly “That’s why you got the promotion.”

“Yeah, well if they see us like this they’re not going to think exactly that Mr Winchester. I don’t want people to assume I am here because I am sleeping with my boss.” you placed a hand on his chest, regretting it but still pushing him away. You couldn’t even dare look him in the eyes, you couldn’t take the heartbroken look on his face.

“But they don’t have to see us, if that’s the problem.” he suggested after a long pause and you frowned.

“What?”

“I mean if that’s what you’re most scared of- we don’t really have to tell everyone. Let them find out on our wedding day.” he added with a wink and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“Mr Winchester-” you started with a small whine but you knew you didn’t have an excuse good enough. Honestly you were mostly trying to convince yourself that you couldn’t be with him than him in the first place. Besides, it was your own feelings you had been battling with mostly these days than your boss’s advances and flirty remarks.

“Come on, just give me a chance. You’ll see I’m not that bad!” he threw his arms in the air and you bit your lip.

“Mr-” you stopped yourself “Dean, I know you’re not.” you confessed looking him in the eyes “And I know that if the circumstances were different- I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. Especially after such a surprise.” you added with a chuckle and he grinned.

“You like them?” he remembered the flowers he had sent to your apartment. One of his many attempts in getting you “Took my brother’s advice in it.”

“The flowers were amazing, really.” you admitted “But I was mostly referring to the sweets, especially the pie.”

“Well, that one was my idea actually.” he confessed, full of pride and you giggled.

“Oh I bet!” you shook your head with a laugh.

“Say-” he spoke up, a hand again being placed on your back “How about I take you out… for pie and burgers and we can make a fresh start?”

“Dean” you sighed “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“Hell to no.” he confessed.

“May I ask you- why are you so interested in me? Up until a few months ago I was just one of the secretaries until I became your personal assistant. But still- nothing more.” you dared look him in the eyes, only to see confusion written all over his face.

“I think we’ve made it clear that you got this position because you are the only one that actually puts effort into their work. Plus, you’re the only one that knows me so well and doesn’t dress up on purpose to show off and turn me on.” he shrugged, before pressing you close to him “That happens either way.” he added and you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness.

“I’m only wearing a white blouse and pencil shirt.” you mumbled.

“As I said- too fucking hot.” he growled almost in your ear and for the first time you let him kiss your cheek without you pushing him away.

“Dean” the way his name left your lips was definitely something you weren’t planning on.

Dean grinned widely “See? Already getting there-” he licked his lips “Do you really want to know why I am so interested in you?” he said in a low rough voice “Because you’re special. Because every morning you have walked in my office, hair a mess, no make up on and clothes a little a little wrinkled with a few buttons undone-” he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming your body “I can only think of how gorgeous you look, and how I’d love to see this sight every fucking morning. Especially after an intense night of-” he paused grinning up at you, only to see a hint of red on your cheeks.

“Gosh I would so love that.” he breathed out huskily, his breath tingling your lips as his face stood only a few inches away from yours.

“I’m- I’m not that-”

“I swear to god, if you complete that sentence I am just going to grab you and prove you wrong right here and now in any way you can imagine.” he said with a slight growl and you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shiver when his hands started traveling. You couldn’t deny you liked it a little too much.

“Do you even know the things you do to me when you lean over my desk?” he whispered, resting his forehead on the side of your head; his lips brushing past your ear “With those tight, black skirts. I’ve had such a fucking hard time concentrating during meetings just because of you. You don’t even have to touch me, hell not even say something and I know I am a goner. I can’t think straight when you are in the same room. And gosh, you’re not even doing it on purpose. You’re so clueless.” he grinned “So adorably clueless.”

“Mr Winchester” you whispered, fisting his suit jacket in your hand.

“And the way you say that- I hated it so much at first, it felt like you put a wall between us. I still do but at the same time-it sounds so innocent, so unintentional that you can’t realize how cute and hot it sounds at the same time.” he chuckled and you bit your lip.

“And as if all of that is not enough you- you are such an amazing woman. You actually listen to me when I need it, you try to understand me and you- you love rock too. You listen to me ramble about my car when my own brother always tries to make me shut up when I do. You actually know so much about me, every side of me, that no other woman I’ve been with has ever known. And that’s only because you are the one interested.”

“I can’t help it you know.” you whispered, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“I know. Trust me baby, I know.” he breathed out, cupping your face and before you had the time to react he crashed his lips to yours.

Dress Code (m)

Originally posted by gotjhope

➾ reader x CEO!jimin

➾ word count: 6.3k words

➾ warnings: incredibly filthy smut with no plot at all | cumplay | dirty talk | tit fucking | slight demeaning names/ name calling | face fucking | oral sex | unprotected sex

➾ summary: ceo!jimin takes it upon himself to discipline you when your attire doesn’t exactly adhere to HR regulations

➾ a/n: okay look this is just my excuse to write a ceo!jimin smut… i just felt like i owed him big time after what i did to him in instant gratification :”) i speed wrote this in a day and didn’t proofread whatsoever rip…


The clattering sounds of typing, clicking and pages flipping lull you into a state of lethargy as your eyes flutter half-shut in your cubicle. Having graduated as an arts major two years ago, you’d never imagine being holed up with a mundane 9-5 office job that had almost nothing to do with your major. But bills needed to be paid and rent had to come from somewhere, so you find yourself trudging to work soulessly every morning, day in day out.

“Hey, are you almost done with those files I gave you this morning?” The voice of your co-worker Mingyu in the next cubicle jolts you into awareness immediately.

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Polydads

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Based on a post that @catsforartists made!

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When Amanda woke up, she decided to crawl out of bed to get a bowl of cereal. And eat it on the couch, of course.

“Ain’t nothing beat couch cereal.” She declared to the empty room and dug into her delicious and dangerously sugary cereal.

Almost immediately after taking a bite out of her cereal, she heard footsteps coming from her dad’s room, but, when she glanced up, she saw Damien walking by her.

“Good morning, Amanda dear.” Damien greeted.

“Mornin.” Amanda responded. She KNEW it. Her dad and Damien had been getting pretty close, so it wasn’t a completely wild assumption that they would start dating. And, of course, the footsteps she heard must be…

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Inked - Part 1

Peter Parker x Reader

soulmate au: you and your soulmate have tattoos that represent the others interests that tingle when you two are close to one another

word count: 2,273

Originally posted by hardyness

A/N this is honestly written for @parkerbpete, since she inspires me to write so much, like i love her work and ugh, she is my writing senpai. i love her and yea, hope you all like

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Ink stained across your arm forming an intricate sleeve, a tattoo filled with things your soulmate was interested in, that would fluctuate from time to time. You remember that before it was filled with electron diagrams, pi and other math symbols, chemical structural formulas, and things you couldn’t recognize, all coming together to form a science themed tattoo sleeve, but now all that changed. Some tattoos fading to make space for your soulmate’s newest interests, which mainly consisted of the newest superhero to join the scene, Spiderman. Spidey’s logo was now on your bicep, a small avenger’s logo on the base of your wrist, a crest that matched the iron man suit, and spider webs lacing the new tattoos with the old. But the one thing that never changed was the writing that surrounded your wrist that was written in their writing, “always be yourself”

You had the vague idea that your soulmate attended Middletown with you, since the only time the writing on your wrist seemed to tingle, was walking down the corridors of school. But you always thought against finding them, having the idea that they were better off without you. Plus after spending hours staring at your tattoos, you felt that you two would have nothing in common. You may have been smart enough to attend Middletown; however your interests were more inclined to herbs and plants, not science.

So you made the decision to not look for your soulmate, because if they didn’t bother looking for you, then it only proves they didn’t need you in their life. So you would just continue walking down the halls, knowing that someone at school could also feel the tingling sensation on their arm.

You were gathering your supplies to tend your rooftop garden before you headed to sleep, however the last thing that you expected was to see Spiderman on your rooftop. The red and blue hero was resting against the brink ledge, as he clutched his arm, seeing a few gashes on the suit.  

“Spiderman are you ok?” setting down your supplies.

A groan escaped his lips, his body trying to become alert, but couldn’t with how tired he felt. He shook his head, “no, but I’ll be fine in a bit” trying to sound heroic but failing in the process.

You quickly went over to the small first aid kit, knowing that although it wasn’t built for serious injuries, there were still supplies for simple cuts and injuries from when you would nick yourself while tending your garden, “I seriously doubt that.”

As you approached Spiderman, small tingles ran up your arm, as the writing on your wrist started to feel warmer with each passing step. Your heart sped up knowing the reason why your arm was tingling, but right now his injuries mattered more than asking him if he was your soulmate. You gently set your supplies down, being mindful of where he was hurting and ignoring his intense gaze. Your hands were slightly trembling, anxious of being so close to him that you started to question if you could do this. You weren’t sure if you were nervous because you were near Spiderman or near your soulmate. Your licked your lips and emptying your thoughts, reaching out for his right arm, and the moment you touched it, you felt the warm spark run across your arm, confirming the small doubts in your mind, this really was your soulmate.

You didn’t do anything to call attention to it, and focused on the gashes on his suit, seeing the scarlet liquid staining not only the suit but the pale skin underneath. You reached for gauze and peroxide, “this may sting a bit,” the bottle still trembling in your hand, reminding yourself to keep calm.

You looked up at Spidey, wanting some sort of confirmation that he was ok with this. He nodded, and you started to pour the liquid over his wound. A hiss escaped his lips, as the water met the raw skin. You gently started to pat the area dry, making sure that the wound was clean before you moved on to the next. Your whole right arm never stopped sending the small sparks, that you wondered how he could keep his composure, when you were almost a nervous wreck. You looked up at him, meeting the visors that covered his eyes, but it didn’t lessen the speed of your heart or the warmth that was spreading across your face.

“That’s a nice sleeve,” his voice finally filling the silence that surrounded both of you.

“Thanks…it’s based on my soulmate,” your voice coming out as a whisper.

His gloved hand traced over the writing, before he started to travel up the rest of the sleeve, making your heart go into overdrive and your skin so sensitive to his touch, making you bite down on your lower lip, but you didn’t dare ask him to stop. “I know,” his voice no longer sounding hurt, “my arm is filled with flowers,” his hand now tracing over one spider webs.

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 before i say anything else about all my thoughts and feelings on 210…

I LOVE THAT NICOLE IS MARRIED

yes, it’s something to be talked about big time between wayhaught. yes, it’s a big ‘ol ugly secret. not technically a lie but sins of omission.. yeah yeah yeah it is what it is.

But seriously, this is something I have never witnessed be addressed in lgbt rep. It’s something I never expected to see. And it’s so personal to me.

Personal story time literally nobody asked for: I got married shortly after the repeal of DADT in Washington DC at the ripe old age of almost 20. I was young, dumb, and in the military. I was also extremely aware of the history, the battles that lead to small political victories. A lot of us were. And a lot of us did get married simply because we finally could. It was a huge deal then - not too fucking long ago.

Same thing but on a much larger scale throughout the US: after the US Supreme Court “ruled” on the federal legalization of gay marriage, a literal fuck ton of us got married just out of the sheer euphoria at the fact that we could. It was monumental for us to have this right. So, some of us (a lot of us) jumped straight (lol) for it.

Did that mean a lot of young people getting married before they were in anyway ready for marriage? yeah, big time. 

I am one of those people who is still technically married just because divorce takes time. It takes a ton of time, a decent amount of money, and a significant (excruciating) toll on a twenty-something-year-old’s heart and mind.  

So allow me, if you will, to paint you a picture. You’ve been watching the politics play out the entirety of your young adult life. You’ve got a girlfriend who you love. The battles so many generations before you have fought and died for have finally, slowly, painfully, been won. You partake in the victory not just for your life and your love, but in the name of those who have fought and died for this before you. The weight of this victory is not lost on you in the slightest. So you get married. A year (if that) later, it doesn’t work out. Like about half of all marriages, yours fails. But divorce is expensive. It’s approximately one trillion times harder to get divorced than it is to get married. So, a few years later, you’re still legally married. You’ve met the absolute love of your life, and you are still married. You still have a wife out there who you don’t talk to. You are not in each other’s lives, but you’ve got that title still.

That is my exact situation right now as I’m writing this. And I never thought I would see that issue on TV. It is a real issue in the LGBT (well let’s throw the blanket term “gay” on it as I’m talking about gay marriage in particular) community. A lot of us are in real, committed, loving relationships but we have actual spouses still. This is a real issue in so many of our lives. And idk if Emily meant to write this in because she is aware this issue effects a lot of us or not, but it’s amazing to me that I am seeing myself actually represented not just as a lesbian, but as a lesbian who rushed into a marriage.

If I went to the hospital right now at this moment in some near death situation, my actual wife would be called. My gf who I live with, have the happiest and best relationship I’ve ever been blessed with, and plan on marrying someday would most definitely be the one by my side, but my actual wife may show up. 

Now, my gf knows about my wife. She’s still my wife. I can’t call her my ex-wife yet. Not legally. I told my gf before we even started dating about my whole situation. Yeah we’re separated. Yeah, the only time we talk is about legal stuff. But the fact remains, I am a married woman.

Now, let me add something really emotional to this picture: divorce fucking sucks. When you go for a divorce, there are certain feelings that come along with it that never go away like fucking scars. You feel like a failure. You feel stupid. You feel unlovable and dirty and shameful and guilty and like you aren’t worth it. You suddenly can’t stand being around your own friends anymore because they’re married and having kids. Everything is a reminder that you failed somehow, even when you know it’s not your fault. No matter what the reason for the divorce was, you are shattered. All the love in the world from your soulmate you might find later on doesn’t totally banish those feelings. Some days, you don’t even think about it. Some days, it hits you like a sack of bricks that you weren’t worth keeping promises to. Divorce is by far the most painful experience I’ve had, and I’ve broken a lot of bones and been through my share of disowned by family, going to sleep starving shit.

So it is not crazy at all that Nicole, who fell fast and hard for a girl she did not expect in a million years to light up her life the way she did, hasn’t found the right way to bring this thing up. Wayhaught has been together how long at this point? A few months? I’m guesstimating 4 at most? I find it hard to feel any kind of mad at Nicole for not bringing this up yet. It sucks to talk about because it hurts to you, who went through the pain of a failed marriage, and you have to consider how to not hurt the other person who loves you now with the fact that you had a commitment to another person in the past. A serious, legal one. It’s a shit position to be in. It’s a nearly unwinnable situation. And it’s one that takes time to process for the other person. There is a fat chance this marriage that isn’t valid to you anymore turns off the other person because it speaks to your flaws from a time when you were young, dumb, and reckless, and promised somebody else your love. I don’t blame Nicole at all for not bringing it up yet. Maybe that’s because I know the feeling. Maybe because like, when has there been the time for such a big discussion?

Honestly, the reason I told my gf about being married when I did, the way I did, was because I was trying to keep her from liking me. When we first met, I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I had just gotten out of one literally days before we met at a concert. Then she starting hanging out at my place because my roommate was dating her friend. I knew she liked me, so I gave her all the dirt on me: I’m married, I drink, I’m a writer, I’m broke, I’m medicated, I have a bad leg, all the negative things. “I’m married” is not a good way to start a conversation. That will keep the ladies away, usually. I mean, ultimately in my life, it was good to have all the bad things in my past out in the air, and our relationship is like the funniest, best love story I’ve ever seen.

But let’s look at life in fucking Purgatory. All the times both Nicole and Waverly have been attacked, been nearly dead, maybe been actually dead, been possessed. They fight demons. Their lives aren’t normal, and they are always in danger. Bringing up a topic like legal marriage? As someone who is married and has been separated for years, there are days I don’t even think about or remember that I’m married anymore. It’s just not something that’s part of your life when you get caught up in school/work/puppy training/what have you. It’s not something on Nicole’s mind always, I can guarantee you that. And when she does think, oh maybe I should bring this up now, something insane like oh, my girlfriend’s possessed takes precedence. 

That was super long and unsolicited, but I think important. Nicole has always been an important character to me, but now exponentially more so because an issue has been addressed that does touch so many queer lives. I feel represented in a way I didn’t know I needed until I saw it tonight.

I want to say that I get why some people are mad about Nicole being married, but honestly, no. Sit down. Take a look at the community around you and real issues we deal with in our real lives. If you don’t want to see the hard part of our lives portrayed, what the hell are you talking about when you cry about wanting representation? If all you want to see women kissing and smiling, go watch porn. It’s just as realistic as this “representation” you say you want. You want positive representation, that is what we are getting in a way I feel so blessed to be witnessing. We have real characters in the media reflecting real struggles. We have a bisexual woman in a small town who is extremely apprehensive and makes rash decisions because she’s been through hell. We have a lesbian with a protector impulse which makes her prone to bad judgement calls but very good at her job, and she’s got a past that echos what so many of us lesbians living in the real world are going through. So, no, sincerely reexamine what it is you want these characters to be, because it’s not good representation. It’s fake. And it’s not doing anyone any favors. 

tl;dr: Nicole is the rep of my dreams. Learn some history. Fight me.

170815 The War Fansign: Kyungsoo fanaccounts

@1248_room
Me: When did you start to raise Meokmul and Huchu?
KS: Ah, because I’ve always liked dogs~
Me: Ah…. I meant the opportunity to!!
KS: The opportunity to! (eyes get big) My parents used to dislike dogs! But I was determined and kept pushing until they said yes.
Me: Ah~ so they’re at your parents’ home??
KS: Yes~~

@LOVELYRIM0408: I forgot everything as soon as I made eye contact with Kyungsoo… I told him my wedding was in December and his eyes got even bigger as he congratulated me extremely earnestly haha. [On my request] his suggested nuptial song was For Life and when I asked if he could come sing it personally for us, he said “I’d like to….” haha. Kyungsoo, thank you sincerely for your suggestion and blessing

@luv_in0114
Me: You know how Mr. Jo Jungseok calls you a s..son of a bitch in Brother?
KS: Ah, yes !
Me: I have these dog-bird figures.. [t/n: s.o.b. and dog-bird are both spelled ‘gaesae’]
KS: Ah? They’re really called gaesae?
Me: Yes!
KS: There’s really something called gaesae??
Me: Ah n..no there’s not actually something called gaesae, these are just figures !
KS: (looks at boxes laughing) Ah so I have a chance of getting one of these four?
Me: Yes ! Please open it later~
KS: (was already opening it) Pfthahahaha

The dog-bird Kyungsoo got was the pug-bird ! When he asked me if “there was really something called gaesae..???” he was really serious about the question…

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The Cartel (Master List)

BOOGIE NIGHTS AND COLOMBIAN WHITE

It’s 1970′s Florida and the most wicked cartel on the eastern seaboard is at the peak of crime and thievery. Each member designed to execute exactly what they’re meant to - each a cog inside Byun Baekhyun’s well-oiled machine. Every king needs a court though; a worthy entourage to ensure his continued power. In order to deal the cleanest product, sometimes you have to get your hands dirty.


Byun Baekhyun, The Head. Smooth, meticulous, nary a word or hair out of place. Holds nothing dearer than the empire he built with his own two hands - except for the one woman who could bring it all crashing down. 

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash - [Fire ]

Originally posted by luedeer


Kim Minseok, The Pimp. Anything you need done - and done right - you go to Minseok. His hands are everywhere, he knows everything and he’s often the first face you see in the cartel. He also might be your last.

One Shot by @rudeboywonho - [Danger Within]

Originally posted by addtidathida


Kim Jongin, The Diversion. Charm, wit and the face of an angel. Jongin is a man eyes can’t help but be drawn towards. He’ll flirt, he’ll smile - all while quietly robbing you blind. Fond of racing, women and loose morals - you know where there’s Jongin, Yixing can’t be too far behind.

One Shot by @kimnamwho[Momentum]

Originally posted by kittihun


Zhang Yixing, The Eyes. When asked why he likes the dark so much, he just says that he does. Simple. Really, it’s because it’s easy to forget your rules when you think no one is watching, or remembering you in the morning but he’s seen you. He’s seen you and, oh - does he remember all your secrets. 

One Shot by @eradikeats-writes - [Shortwave]

Originally posted by 305heaux


Oh Sehun, The Greaser. Better at fixing cars than people, Sehun is the man to know when your vehicle needs to be at the top of its game. Full of sarcastic remarks, random car facts and long gazes - he’s usually found elbow-deep in a machine, a dirty rag tucked into his back pocket. You need a car that’s fast, sexy and damn-near impossible to catch? Oh Sehun’s got you covered. 

One Shot by @imdifferentshadesofpurple - [Accélérer]

Originally posted by lullabyun


Do Kyungsoo, The Fed. Because every respectable cartel needs an inside man. He can bust the operation in a matter of minutes, but when the price is right you’ll find a significant amount of evidence lost. The FBI agent with a promising future, only to be dragged down for the sake of his family. But let’s not judge him too hard - a man’s got to eat, after all. 

One Shot by @def-initely-soul - [Artifex]

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Park Chanyeol, The Bruiser.  If his name doesn’t strike fear into your heart, you haven’t had the chance to meet him face to face. As the muscle of the operations, Chanyeol has one job and one job only: protect Byun Baekhyun. No one so much as looks at the Head without Chanyeol saying so. 

One Shot by @the-porcelain-doll-xo - [THE WEEK OF 8/22 - 8/28]

Originally posted by grinding-on-baek


Kim Junmyeon, The Cleaner. In a group as hot-headed as this, it’s easy for members to forget themselves and leave a trail. Junmyeon is one who makes their problems disappear, who erases them to nothing more than lemon and bleach. When a member wakes up on a boat, stranded with only a snowshoe crab for company - who’s the man that they call? Junmyeon. 

One Shot by @igot7bangtanbaes - [THE WEEK OF 8/29 - 9/4]

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


Kim Jongdae, The Money. Years ago, Jongdae was just another analyst on Wall Street. These days, it’s rare to see him without his Bugatti or penthouse view. In charge of the numbers, analysis and all things paper - Jongdae is the one who protects their funds. Just in case this life of crime should ever come crashing down around them. 

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash - [THE WEEK OF 9/5 - 9/10]  

Originally posted by dragonkick

Q&A, LOS spoilers, Ty

ti-bae-rius said:Hey! First, thank you for Ty, because he’s the first character I’ve ever had like me. But I wondered whether people like him would be in the dregs program of the Academy? He seems to be able to hold his own in a battle, but the Clave aren’t exactly the most understanding. What’s the policy on the dregs program? Who goes in and who gets to stay in the Shadowhunters stream?


In Ty’s case, he’s never gone to the Academy, so we don’t know for sure where they’d want to put him. Julian worries Ty would end up in with the dregs, but then Julian’s a worrier, and he’s very protective of his family. For all we know, the higher-ups at the academy might see Ty as a great candidate for the Shadowhunter track. But even if they did, Ty might find himself in conflict with the authoritarian rules of the academy, and his teachers might not be understanding of the ways his mind works (such as the usefulness of pipe-cleaner toys to fiddle with, etc). So it’s hard to guess how it would all shake out.

There isn’t a hard and fast rule about where Shadowhunters who are similar to Ty (in the sense of being neuroatypical) would end up. That’s because the Clave doesn’t really believe in or acknowledge autism or anything like it (Julian mentions as things the Clave doesn’t acknowledge, without naming them because he doesn’t have the words, ADHD and dyslexia). Students would be evaluated on a case-by-case basis. Some of them might end up on the “dregs” track. Others might end up on the Shadowhunter track. It would vary from person to person, based on the specifics of their situation. 

asillymango said:I have a weird hunch that the faerie boy Dru saw in the cavern, when she touched the magical faerie thing in Jaime’s bag, will play an important role in TQoAaD. Is he possibly a descendant of the Lost First Heir, or the heir himself? I also remember the crest of the Unseelie King being present in that scene if that could be a possible hint. Another question: could he be what tied the Rosales family to the world of the Fae? If these are spoilers I understand if you choose not to answer them :)

Ash is important to the ongoing story. I can’t tell you much about him, but he appears in QoAD in some unexpected places, making some unexpected alliances. He isn’t related to what ties the Rosaleses to Faerie, though.

wreckofourhearts said:Hi! I finished LoS last week & it left me with one huge question: will Clary’s vision be explained? I can’t see you just bringing up Clary having visions of her dying & leave that idea unsolved, but I’m dying to know if you can tell us anything about how much Clary and Jace will be in QoAD or if you’ll go into detail a little about her visions. I would love to know anything you can spill about this idea in general because I don’t know if I could stand Clary dying outside of her main book series!

There’s not too much I can tell you aside from the fact that the visions will be addressed again and you’ll find out what happens to Clary in QuAD. It’s true TMI is over, but there are climactic huge battles to come in the Shadowhunter world, so the TMI characters will never truly be totally out of potential danger until all the books are over …

ronaanpynch said:Hi Cassie! :) I finished LoS two days ago and I LOVED IT! Also I was surprised that you mentioned the Rome Institute! Now I have a question: the Herondale we see in the memory held in the aletheia crystal was Tobias and William Herondale’s father? 

That Herondale was indeed Tobias and William’s father. The scene from the aletheia crystal illustrates how he was not a particularly compassionate person, even when his children were small. (William and Tobias would have been about four and two years old at the time.)

animalcr0ssings said:Hello! At this point do you know how many deaths there are going to be in QoAaD? 

Yes,  but this time around I’m not going to name a number. :)