let's have a chat about how much i love this woman

Shortly after the overdose, Bob decided to tell Jack the story of why he really got put in the Stanley Cup as a baby.  It was Bob’s way of thanking the cup.

“After I won my first cup,” he told Jack, “I realized I’d achieved my dream, and I had married this amazing woman, but something still felt like it was missing.  I wanted to be a father.”  He told Jack how he and Alicia had tried to have a baby, but it just wasn’t happening.  As the months dragged on with more of the same, they started to get worried.  

“And even when you were worrying you’d never truly be happy you managed to win the cup again, yeah?  That’s the moral of the story?” Jack snapped.  Bob shook his head, reached out to run a hand over Jack’s back, like he could smooth down his son’s frayed nerves.  

“Non, non, non, that would be a terrible moral.  Actually my stats were worse that year than when I was a rookie.  But my team was incredible, and we made it to the cup again.  And here’s where the story gets good, you see, because I’d heard all kinds of wild legends through the league about ‘cup magic’ and how sometimes it would grant wishes”

“Or turn you into a fucking penguin,” Jack scoffed.

“Well I was playing for the Canadiens at the time, so I suppose there wasn’t much risk involved, but there was a whole lot of desperate hope.So on my cup day, after everyone else left, I sat down and had a chat with it,” he gestures to the table they’re sitting at.  “Right at this kitchen table.”

“Please tell me that’s the only part of this story that happened at this table,” Jack groaned.  Bob laughed.

This story, yes.”

“Papaaaa,”  Jack picked up his bowl of cereal and pointedly continued eating without letting his food touch the table.

“Oh for God’s sake, Jack, this table has been cleaned many times since, put your food down for a bit, I’m trying to have a moment with you here.”

“Alright, alright, fine.”  Jack obediently set the bowl aside and faced his father.

“As I was saying…” Bob cleared his throat.  “I talked to the cup.  I told it I didn’t care if I ever won it again.  All I wanted was a son.  If it would give me that, I promised, I wouldn’t ask to win so much as a faceoff for the rest of my life.  And I promised that I would love my son - that I would love you - unconditionally, more than anything in the world.”

“And you won a fuckton more awards anyway.”

“But,” Bob countered, “I didn’t win the cup again until after you were born when I was with the Pens.  And so when your mother brought you onto the ice to see me, I wanted us to put you in the cup, but it wasn’t supposed to pass along some kind of hockey magic and ensure the Zimmermann dynasty or whatever the fuck ESPN likes to say, alright?  We did it as a thank you.  We wanted the cup to see what a beautiful baby we had, and to feel how incredibly loved you were.”  Bob ran a hand over Jack’s newly-cropped hair, feeling the strands against his palm, almost as soft as when he used to sit next to Bob in his high chair smashing banana all over the tray.  “I kept my promise too,”  Bob said.  “I love you.  Unconditionally.  More than anything in the world.  And your mother and I just want to help you be happy, whatever that looks like.”  He smiled warmly at his son, letting all the pride he usually kept a lid on to keep from embarrassing Jack bubble up to the surface.  Jack looked down at his hands.

“How can you not be disappointed?  Look at me.”  Jack’s shoulders hunched in, shrinking him down, and Bob pressed his hand between Jack’s shoulder blades, rubbing circles in the way that always used to put him right to sleep as a child.

“I will always be proud of you, hockey or no.  Because you know what?”  Jack chanced a glance up at his father’s face and was held by his earnest expression.  “Winning the Stanley Cup isn’t even in my top hundred favorite memories anymore.  All of my best memories are with you and your mother.”  Jack didn’t say anything in response, and Bob was learning when to give him space to process, so he stood up, bending back down to kiss his son’s forehead as he snagged the now-soggy bowl of raisin bran from in front of him.

It took a few days for Bob to get a real response from Jack, and in the meantime he just left everything to percolate.  And then one night, Bob just couldn’t seem to fall asleep.  His knee wasn’t quite hurting, but it was on that edge where it just didn’t feel settled, and Alicia had been snoring, and at the back of his head he could feel some kind of humming, like he could feel the tense air in Jack’s room.  He’d gotten himself all worked up mulling that last one over until he had to get out of bed.  He stood in front of Jack’s bedroom door, looking at the light peeking out from below the doorjamb for minutes, listening to the sounds of floorboards creaking occasionally, pages rustling, a keyboard clacking.  After he’d gotten enough of the sounds of Jack just existing on the other side of the door to calm his racing heart, he went to the living room.  

He settled into the couch with a box of crackers and a nature documentary when he heard footsteps creaking on the stairs.  At first, he was expecting Alicia coming to call him back to bed, but the footfalls were too loud for her.  Bob tried not to look surprised when Jack rounded the corner, keeping his eyes carefully trained on Animal Planet.  He held up the crackers in greeting.

“Joining your old man for a midnight snack, eh?”

“Oh.  Um, sure.”  Jack padded over to the couch and made himself comfortable next to Bob, pulling down the afghan from the back of the sofa.  They stare at the TV in silence for a long while before Jack speaks up again, quietly.  “Papa?”

“Yes?”

“So…what exactly was better than winning the cup?”

Sweet Creature

Click here if you’d like to listen to the song to help set the mood. x

It was one of those days.

Harry adored his job. He really did. His work was his first love, he always said. But there were certainly days where it all got to be a little too much.

He woke up at six in the morning to be greeted by a rainy and foggy sky outside. He spent a good ten minutes gazing at the great love of his life, her hair splayed in all different directions from having forgotten to tie it up in a ponytail like she usually did. Her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were still puffy from the night before. He exhaled a sigh at the memory of it—it was the first time they’d really fought in a little while, but it’d been a doozy. Exhaustion took it’s toll on the both of them, but they were both too stubborn to admit it. It had been over something petty that he wasn’t even angry about anymore, even though at the moment in all seemed so important. And even though they tried to never go to bed angry, their tired eyes beat out the need to make up.

He exhaled a soft sigh as he watched his love, and he could see the tension built up in her features still from last night. He didn’t want to wake her just yet, because he knew that she would not love being woken up at six in the morning if she didn’t need to get up. The two of them rarely ever got a good night’s sleep anymore, and he didn’t want to take away her rest.

He got himself out of bed and walked over to the bathroom, going about his morning routine as quietly as possible as to not wake his girls. Within half an hour he was dressed up in a pair of black jeans and one of his button-ups. Usually he wouldn’t get so dolled up to go out this early, but he had a few morning radio shows he was making a live guest appearance on and impressions mattered to him. Having decided to get breakfast on the way to work, he quickly slipped out of the house without making a sound.

The rest of the day didn’t get any better.

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What’s up, it’s Alexei!

When Ngozi posted this picture yesterday of young post-draft Tater “trying his darnedest to answer press questions in English,” I thought, “You know, I could make a play fic out of that.” Which is what led to the following 2700+ words about Tater and his ESL tutor.

Many, many thanks to @ktheunready for being my Russian authenticity consultant and beta!


Georgia Martin stood at the back of the media scrum and watched Alexei Mashkov stumble his way through his post-draft interview, saw the way his fingers kneaded the brim of the brand-new Falconers’ cap he’d been handed for the initial official photos, saw the way his eyes widened and stayed intently glued to whoever was asking him a question, like he was afraid he’d miss some key bit of meaning if he blinked.

She pulled out her phone and made a call.

***

«No, Mama, I promise, my room is very nice. The family is very nice. Everything is very…»

«Let me guess, nice? »

Alexei sighed. «Yes.»

«You know I don’t doubt you, right, Alyosha? I’m not worried you can’t do this. You will be fine. But I know this is your first time to live in another country, with none of the boys from your teams here. It can be… hard, sometimes. I know.»

«Yeah, Mama, I know. You told me.»

«Are you telling me you’ve heard the stories of my youth too many times?» she asked in mock outrage.

«No, no!» he laughed. «Of course not.»

«Good. I should think not.» He could picture her face exactly, and it made him smile. «I’m glad your host family seems nice, Alyosha. I’m sure you will have many friends in no time.»

He flopped back on the bed again and stared at the ceiling. «I hope so.»

«We’ll talk again soon. Love you, son.»

«Love you, too.»

He hung up and let his phone rest on his chest. He’d been to America before. He’d thought he’d known what it would be like, that it wouldn’t be so bad. Different, yes, but there would be so many interesting new things to see, and new teammates, and he certainly knew how to play hockey. What he had failed to take into account, apparently, was how exhausting it was to try to function in English all day. For a US hockey team, the Falconers’ roster was shockingly low on Russian players, so his host family was one of the French Canadian ones. To their credit, they did speak some Russian, but it was hardly enough to have a real conversation. Alexei felt like he’d been practically mute all day.

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BTS when they slap you: Kim Taehyung version

Sorry this took a while. I was going to put this up yesterday but shit happened and i couldn’t. hope yall don’t mind. Check out my masterlist for the rest of the members.

enJOYY


Kim Taehyung was angry. So very angry. He couldn’t choose why, though. He had so many reasons. 

Was it because of the hot weather?Was it because of the pressure of the new album? Was it because of the stress that came with his fame? Was it because of the nagging of his parents? Was it because of his fight with Jungkook? or Jimin or Yoongi? Was it because Bang-pd never seemed to pay him as much attention? Was it because of his girlfriend? because she was too nonchalant? because she wasn’t doting on him all the time like other girls did to their boyfriends? did she even like him? or was she together with him just for the fame? would she break up with him if he ever hit a financial low? 

He did not know. 

What he did subconsciously know was who he could take that anger out on without too much collateral damage. Not his parents, not his fans, not his band-mates, not his CEO…but you. You would understand, surely? He needed to vent and you were his girlfriend, right? His other half, his lover, his significant other. You loved him, right? You could take his anger for him. You would stroke his head and tell him that he could scream as much as he wanted, as long as he wanted, if it meant dissipating his frustration. The frustration that was eating him up inside. It was like at that moment, his sanity was secured inside an overinflated balloon which could burst anytime and yet, someone or the other would keep blowing air into the balloon. What could he do? He wanted so desperately for this phase to end. Nothing else covered his mind except letting his frustration out so when you entered the bighit headquarters with his take-out, he took it as the perfect opportunity. 


You loved your boyfriend. 

Granted, you were not as expressive in terms of physical affection in front of people, but that did not mean you didn’t love him. You did. You knew it, he knew it and to you, that is all that mattered. The commentary of the people surrounding the relationship was insignificant for you. You would show him love when you felt it most(which was all the time, really) but you did not deem it necessary to show it in front of people, especially keeping in mind the nature of his job. But you had noticed the shift in his behaviour in the past one month. Closed off, paranoid, stressed and angry were the words you would use to describe his behaviour now instead of adorable, alien-like, jovial, cheerful and happy. He snapped more often than not. He fought with his brother like friends. With you. There was something clearly bothering him and he either did not know how to express it or didn’t want to worry you. So you stepped out of your comfort zone and resorted to showing him how loved he was. You would steal kisses, give him back hugs, encourage him to make love (this always seemed to work the best albeit the effect did not last long) and surprise him with take outs from his favourite restaurant. That is exactly what you were doing today.  You had hurried to his workplace, the bighit headquarters, as soon as your lunch break had started in the office, knowing that he would be practicing with the boys. You had his take out in one hand and your overcoat hung around the elbow of your other arm. If the boy felt less loved, god knows that you would do anything to make him feel all the love in the world. He deserved it. 

You took large steps despite your outfit- a beige pencil skirt paired with tight maroon quarter sleeves and maroon matte pumps. The nature of your job required you to dress fashionably but formally during work hours. Being a lawyer was as much a job of appearances as it was was of immense hard work, both physical and psychological. After all, appearances have a great psychological impact, do they not? 

The corners of your mouth lifted into a light smile as you opened the doors of the practice room to find three men sprawled out on the floor out of pure exhaustion and one sitting on the corner chair; his face blank, his eyes glazed. 

Your smile changed into a worried frown as soon as you saw him. He was clearly more disturbed than usual. Had something happened? Nontheless, you forced a smile on your face as you shut the door behind you and moved towards him. He didn’t need more negativity around him. 

“Hi noona! Is that food?” Jungkook said as soon as he spotted the carry-bag in your hand. Jimin and Hoseok soon followed suit as the they got up from their positions and sat down on the floor, still lacking the energy to stand. Jungkook was young, though. He got up and in a flash he was in front of you, blocking your way and rummaging through the food- until you slapped his hands away, that is. 

“Ow! That hurt!” He pouted. 

You ruffled his hair, gave him a playful glare and said as you turned around him to go towards Taehyung, “Go fetch your own, kid.” 

“Tch, you guys are gross.” Jungkook called after you as he went back to lie down with his hyungs. 

You rolled your eyes but continued walking towards your boyfriend. 

Hope he likes what I got him. 


He knew it. He knew it for sure now. Why hadn’t he noticed it before? You had always been too friendly with the maknae, ruffling his hair and pinching his cheeks as he turned bright red. He had just not thought much of it because you were both family and you wouldn’t do that to him, right? Only now he realised how wrong he was. You were cheating on him with his brother! He grit his teeth at the thought. 

How dare you?

He looked up to take in your appearance as you stood in front of him, your coat in one arm and food in the other. He looked you up and down, the tight maroon quarter sleeves covered your torso just right, exposing the right amount of cleavage. Your pencil skirt hugged your small waist perfectly and moved down till your knees, revealing your beautiful legs. He moved his eyes back towards your face as he took in your hair and how it was open, flowing beautifully down your back in long waves. 

God, you were breathtakingly beautiful. 

He felt his anger dissipate a little as he took in your appearance, feeling himself calm down at your presence only for it to increase a hundred-fold as the image of Jungkook gripping your hair tight while he fucked you senseless made a very vivid appearance in his mind. His mind went blank and red covered his eyes as he completely tuned out your words as you set up his lunch. He pulled you up by your elbow harshly, hardly registering the shocked expression on your face, and whacked you right across your face with strength he did not know he possessed. 


You should have noticed it the moment you entered the practice room, the feral look in his eyes. Maybe you even did. But you were too blinded with hope and confidence. You thought that maybe, if you show him how much you care for him, he would slowly open up and share his problems with you. 

But you knew now, as you stood gripping the arm of the chair with one hand and your cheek with the other, with Hoseok standing in front of you, shielding you from…your boyfriend and Jimin consoling you by circling his hand on your back and whispering words in your ears that you did not hear at all, that it was a futile attempt. 

You let out shaky breaths and grit your teeth as you closed your eyes tightly to avoid thinking about anything at all. 

“___, shh, don’t cry. I’m so sorry, it’ll be okay.” Jimin repeatedly said in your ears in an effort to console you.

You eyes flew open. You were crying? You removed your hands from your cheek and the chair simultaneously as you stood up straight. Ignoring the blood on your hand, which was surely from your aching lip, you brought it just below your eyes as you felt the wetness. 

You were crying. 


It was as if the ballon had burst and in turn, flipped a switch within him. His anger had all but disappeared when he hit you. In it’s place now, was confusion. He was pushed back into the wall, away from you by Jungkook as Jimin hurried to you to see the extent of the damage. Hoseok stood in front of you facing Taehyung, acting as a shield between you and him. But why would he do that? Why would he act as a shield between you and him? He was your boyfriend, he loved you and he had hit-

Taehyung’s heart dropped as he realised why Hoseok stood between you and him. 

He had hit you.

“You bastard, how dare you hit a woman?” Hoseok growled under his breath. 

Taehyung tried to back away but Jungkook held him in place staring at him with a scandalized expression on his face. “Hyung..w-why?” 

Taehyung looked down at his hands with widened eyes as he tried to remember what had gotten him so angry in the first place. Was it something about you and Jungkook or you and Jimin? He couldn’t remember. It was absurd no matter how many times he thought about it. You could never cheat on him. You loved him, he knew it. He closed his eyes as the tears made their way down his face. Suddenly, he felt drained of all energy. It was as if he had been feeling too much lately and he was tired of all the emotions. His back touched the wall and he slid down until he was sitting on the floor, not caring about the tears staining his practice clothes. 

“It’s okay Jimin, I’m fine. I’m leaving.” 

Taehyung’s energy made a shocking appearance as his eyes flew open at your broken announcement and with the speed of a bullet train, he rushed forward and grabbed your hand. 

“___, wh-where are you going? Co-come with me, okay? I’m really sor-” 

He was interrupted when you put your right hand up, silencing him. 

“Kim Taehyung.” Your eyes were red as you looked right at him. holding yourself together somehow. “We are done. I’ll have moved out by the time you reach home.” And you yanked your hands out of his grip and left the room in the big, long strides you had come in. 

Taehyung just stood there in shock. It was as if a thousand bricks had been cemented around his legs and the power of moving his hands and legs had all but abandoned him. He watched you, as you left the building, got in your car and drove away, leaving him for good. 

Only then, did he find the strength to turn around in desperation, to his hyung. He stumbled towards Hoseok, eyes flooding with tears as he held on to his hyung’s t-shirt and sobbed in his chest. 

“Hy-hyung..what do I do? I-I can’t live without her. P-Please hyung, do something! PLEASE!” 

Hoseok removed Taehyung’s grip from his t-shirt as he said the words Taehyung feared the most. 

“There’s nothing to be done, Taehyung-ah. You hit your own girl. She’s not coming back and dare I say…you deserve it.” 



so that’s it. I’ve left an open ending for reasons I do not know, it just felt right. hope everyone enjoys reading this. Hoseok version will come up next- when, I do not know. I will repeat this again, it is never ever okay to hit someone. For anyone who is in an abusive relationship, I am so sorry. I hope you can come out of it and I hope you get all the happiness in the world because you deserve it.  

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

much love, 

Inferno-loop

I Give Up - part 28 FINAL (A Baekhyun Series)

“The pictures are out.”

Those four words held so much power. You felt a definite tremor inside your chest as you watched Baekhyun’s face closely. He had looked up into your eyes when he said it and his hand gripped his phone. It jumped around as he waited for something to load, staring down at the small screen with his eyes darting around and his bottom lip held tightly between his teeth.

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Masterlist

Visual Preferences

How You Cuddle Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Tony, Steve and Bucky 

Dry Humping *smut* Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Bruce, Tony, Steve and Bucky

Kissing  Ft. Natasha, Wanda, Clint, Thor, Tony, Sam, Steve and Bucky

Spanking *NSFW*  Ft. Tony, Thor, Sam, Clint, Steve and Bucky

Eating You Out *NSFW* Ft. Tony, Thor, Bruce, Clint, Sam, Steve, Bucky, Nat and Wanda


Drabbles

All Bucky Drabbles

Alpha!Bucky when his mate goes into heat (smutish?)


Bucky Barnes

Protection  Bucky finds himself in a sticky situation when he pushes Y/N away from a group of men she was fighting in order to keep her “safe”.

Instinct  Bucky doesn’t know why he saved her or why he felt as if it were second nature to do so until Steve pulls some files and sparks Bucky’s memory.

Instinct Pt. 2  Bucky remembers new memories of his old life with HYDRA, or more specifically, with (Y/N).

Saving Her  Bucky tried his hardest to protect (Y/N) from his past life, but demons can only stay away for so long.

Goodbye  1940′s Bucky being a cute sad sponge before he leaves.

Loathing  Bucky ignores the reader to avoid his feelings but what will happen when he finally realizes how badly it’s hurting her?

Obsessions  Bucky can’t keep his hands off (Y/N), especially when he has her pinned beneath him, naked and filled with want. (SMUT!)

Winter  Bucky thinks leaving will protect the Reader, but after two years of being completely infatuated with her, he’s not sure how he's supposed to leave her behind.

Babygirl  Bucky is entirely fucked when it comes to Y/N, so much so that his mind forgoes the usual night terror to produce a vivid sensual dream involving her, him and no clothes what so ever – which results in some steamy sex when he wakes up. (SMUT!)

A Dash Of Jealousy Bucky knows he shouldn’t be jealous over a girl who isn’t technically his, but that doesn’t stop him from showing her who she belongs to. (SMUT!)

Help Two bodies, one bed, a whole bunch of sexual tension and some scandalous dry humping all make for an extremely happy Bucky Barnes (SMUT!)

A Woman Like You Bucky and the reader decide to spice things up in the bedroom, which in turn gets Bucky to realize his abundant amount of kinks. (A lot of SMUT, a lot of kinks, a lot of dirty talk, a lot of warnings..)

I Know Her After Vienna, Steve doesn’t know what’s going on in Bucky’s mind. But, when a significant figure form Bucky’s past appears, Steve sees a little of his old friend.

Stay The five times Bucky Barnes crawls out of Y/N’s bed. The five times hearts get broken. The five times Y/N becomes a stronger woman.

Too Close  A/B/O dynamic. Alpha!Bucky lends a hand to Omega!Reader during her heat (SMUT!)

Doll  Bucky only calls one person Doll, always has. But when he lets it slip while chatting up a random girl at the bar, feelings come out and secrets spill.

That’s You Bucky reflects back on the relationship he shared with you while waiting for you to walk down the aisle.


Stucky

Our Girl  After the reader teases Bucky all day, Steve and himself show her exactly what they can provide in the bedroom (SMUT)

Attraction  After 7 days away from his girl, Bucky returns home to ravish her with Steve. (SMUT)



Sebastian Stan

Birthday Boy In which Seb comes home for his birthday and learns exactly how Y/N’s been handling herself without him. (SMUT)



Jefferson (OUAT)

A Thousand Years Jefferson spends years watching the love of his life unknowingly fall for another man. He spends his days praying for the curse to break, just so he can have her back in his arms.


Blaine (HTTM)

Snowed In  Blaine comes home to find Chaz and his girl cuddling during the snow storm. His jealousy spikes and some semi-angry sex follows. (SMUT!!)



Fics


Off-Limits (Bucky x Reader) *SMUT*

Bucky finds himself in a tough spot when Tony’s daughter catches his eye. Despite numerous warnings from Steve, Bucky pursues the girl. A few rules are broken, clothes are discarded and limbs are tangled together.  


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven


Break (Lance Tucker x Reader) *SMUT*

The reader is a gymnastics protege with a full ride to worlds and an adoring nation behind her. When’s she gets a new coach, she gets assigned Coach Tucker, who not only trains her like hell, but also finds the small details about her absolutely addictive.


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

anonymous asked:

Hey Nikki, is it just me or does it seem like Touka, as a character, hasn't had a whole lot going on that doesn't revolve around Kaneki in :re? I was re-reading TG and found myself missing when she seemed to have a whole life outside of him (school, friends, family conflict, taking an active role in the territory, etc) which really made her feel unique for a female love interest. Am I wrong in feeling like almost all of her recent development has just been about Kaneki and nothing else?

(I hope that last ask didn’t come across as character hate- It’s not! I love Touka’s character and have just felt slightly dissatisfied with the road she’s been taken down lately, so I wanted to see if maybe I was just overlooking things.)

Hey! 

I can see where it seems like Touka’s sole purpose is to move Kaneki forward because– let’s face it– he’s the main character. But while a lot of the stuff she’s said recently can be applied to her involvement with him, that’s not necessarily always the case.

With the “virgin chat” and the sex scene so fresh, it’s a little difficult to keep in mind that several chapters beforehand included Touka’s fighting in Cochlea and talking with Amon and Akira. While she did speak vaguely and briefly of Kaneki at times, for the most part it was about letting go of grudges and trying to get others to see ghouls as people, too. 

Nobody else is as straight-forward as her. Nobody else has her breed of bravery or perspective on life. If you take into account all the other people in Goat right now, Touka was the only person capable of bridging the gap here. 

And speaking of that conversation, I loved this glimpse at what she truly thought of her father. Of course she still loves and misses Arata, but to hear her actually say he was stupid for letting the past eclipse his present was a huge step forward after all the pent-up hatred she felt towards investigators in the first series.

I know we’re accustomed to applying everything about Arata to Kaneki because they’re obviously meant to be similar, but this statement, from Touka’s perspective, was about how it affected HER. It was personal, and meant to show Akira that she could relate to excusing her father’s violence, but that you have to look at what they did realistically if you ever wanted to move past it.

Apart from all that, things about Touka’s current situation with work and family and friends are absolutely still present. Of course the fact that she can no longer attend college is upsetting, but it’s fitting for her present self to move past that, lest it weigh her down. 

Remember back when she snuck into Cocolea with the gasmask group? She wasn’t there to see Kaneki. She probably didn’t even know she’d run into him. That was entirely about saving Hinami despite her family also trying to keep her safely out of it, and it offered a window through which to see how she could still fight with the best of them, even before we saw her hold her own against Mutsuki. 

I could go on forever about all the other ways Touka has moved forward without Kaneki at the center-point of her actions (I mean, she ran her own business for four years before so much as bumping into Haise). But the important thing for us to do is consider that a woman can still be her own person regardless of romantic involvement. I think we’re so used to seeing in one way or another that this concept of Touka being both is a little difficult to take in.

So, overall, it’s a fine line between “she’s just there as the love interest” and “hey, it’s HER love interest, too”… but thankfully Ishida has made sure to let us know that Touka exists beyond Kaneki, while at the same time has the courage and freedom to express that she wants this relationship for herself, too

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Poly Hamilsquad x Reader where the reader is acting distant and squad thinks she's cheating on them so they follow her but it turns out that she was just going to a comic convention with the Schuyler Sisters and she didn't want the squad to see her cosplaying (ps can the cosplay be sexy like slave Leia or Wonder Woman)?

Convention Conflict - Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1096

Ship: Poly!Hamilsquad x reader

warnings: slight swearing and sexual feelings implied!

aaaaa this was so fun to write

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A warm set of arms wrapped around your waist as you sat at your island, trying to eat a quick breakfast before the girls picked you up to go get ready for the con at Peggy’s house.

“Morning Laf, you’re up early.” You said trying to be attentive, even though your head was somewhere else.

“Oui!” he chuckled sleepily. “Quoi de neuf? What is up, mon ange?” he asked, peppering kisses on your neck at the same time your phone buzzed. It was from Eliza, the girls were waiting outside for you.

“Not much, i gotta go though, could you tell the others i’ll be back tomorrow?” you asked, knowing that you’d all probably crash at one of the girl’s house. You grabbed your duffel bag with your wonder woman costume tucked in underneath your overnight stuff and placed a quick kiss on his cheek, racing out the door before he could get a word in edgewise. You loved your partners but you knew they’d have an aneurysm if they saw all the skin that showed through your cosplay-or rather, lack thereof. You on the other hand thought that as long as your outfit made you feel good, it shouldn’t matter how little or much you covered.

The girls launched into excited chat the moment you opened the car door and you laughed at your crazy friends as Eliza pulled onto the road.

Back in the house, Lafayette rushed to the bedroom where everyone was still asleep in bed. He opened the heavy curtains so light poured in. “Did Y/N say anything to anyone about a trip?”

A chorus of groggy groans echoed through the room but Hercules spoke up, looking around the bed. “No, Where is she, anyway?”

“That is the issue Hercules, I have no idea. She got a text message and picked up a duffel bag then she told me that she’d be back tomorrow and left.” Lafayette explained.

John sat up with a yawn. “Huh, What happened? Y/N did what?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.

“She has to be up to something. Maybe she’s planning a party for our anniversary?” Lafayette laughed nervously.

Hamilton finally got up, cocooning himself with the blanket. “Our anniversary is next month, Y/N is not prepared enough to think that far ahead.”

“You don’t think…?” Hercules trailed off, insinuating what all the men were thinking.

you were cheating.

“No, no, no Y/N Wouldn’t do that…” John jumped in defending you.

Lafayette nodded but there was a thick silence in the room.

The rest of the day was spent on edge when John thought of a great idea.

“We all have “find my friends” enabled on our iphones, why don’t we just use that find out where she is?” he suggested, getting nods in return.

“It says she’s at some 5 star hotel.” Alex trailed off and In mere seconds, everyone was putting their jackets on and rushing out to Lafayette’s car.

While they drove, you were having the time of your life, the four of you, albeit scantily clad, looked badass as hell. The girls had opted to keep the DC Women theme running back when you were still in the planning stages and were now dressed as the birds of prey. Angelica rocked black canary’s fishnets with ease, grabbing everyone’s envy and attention while Peggy’s skin-tight batgirl outfit showed off her perfect body and Eliza’s thigh high huntress heels made her legs look miles long. The four of you all dawned the same cropped and studded leather jackets, letting everyone know that you were a force to be reckoned with.

People wanted to take pictures with you left, right and centre, and you couldn’t help but wonder if this was what stardom felt like.

When the boys arrived at the hotel, they felt as if they were in another universe. People dressed in all different kinds of costumes lounged and conversed in the lobby. Alexander shook it off and rushed to the concierge’s desk.

“Hello, I would like to find the room that Y/N L/N is staying in, i’m her boyfriend.” he asked quickly.

The concierge looked at Hamilton like he was stupid and turned his nose up. “I’m sorry sir, I’m not allowed to give you that in-”

He was cut off by Angelica. “Hamilton? What are you doing here?”

Hamilton swallowed at her outfit and tried to keep his eyes up on her face. “We’re looking for Y/N, why are you here?”

She tilted her head. “We’re here with Y/N why else?”

Now the boys were utterly confused, not quite putting two and two together. That is, until they heard your laughter.

They looked up to see you looking mock-angry while taking a selfie with a guy cosplaying Deadpool who held a cardboard sign saying “Fuck DC”, it was quite a sight.

“Y/N?” John asked. You paled and turned to them, they didn’t even try to hide their eyes raking up and down your body.

“Merde.” Lafayette said hoarsely under his breath as he took in your physique while you walked over.

Hercules brought you into a hug that seemed rather innocent until you felt his breath on your ear. “Fuck, Y/N you look so hot.” he growled quietly causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

“I want in!” Laurens exclaimed joining your hug.

You broke apart when you heard a click.

“Alexander!” you exclaimed in a warning tone.

“What? It’s a cute candid!” he said sheepishly.

You joined Angelica and Alex who were looking at the picture and placed your arm around his shoulder. There you were, sandwiched between two of the men you loved with another holding his fingers in a ‘bunny ears’ position behind your head.

That was definitely going on the fridge.

Peggy and Eliza joined the small group of you that had accumulated holding four colourful satin strips with eye holes. “We saw you guys here with no costumes and bought these for you at some booth so you wouldn’t feel left out.”

Lafayette, mulligan and Hamilton looked at their extended hands like they were the plague while Laurens jumped up and down, shouting “I call Michelangelo!” before grabbing the orange one and tying it around his head. Lafayette shrugged with a smile and grabbed the purple one, assuming the roll of Donatello. Hercules chuckled and grabbed Raphael’s red mask before Hamilton could, taking off his beanie to put it on.

“Come on, why do I have to be Leo?” Hamilton whined, causing all of you to laugh.

BTS when they slap you: Jimin version

Ayyyy what’s rolling bishesss 

I’m back with the ‘Slap’ series, and this time it is Chim-chim :)) which means that now only Hosoek and Taehyung are left. 

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For Jungkook version click here 

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You both had been out on a date when you got into a fight and you had said some nasty things but so had he. Not to mention, you had a good reason to be angry.  

You got out of the car before it even fully stopped and and slammed the door shut, making Jimin grip the steering wheel tightly, in efforts to control his anger. He couldn’t though. He stepped out of the car as well and ran after you and closes the door behind him once he enters his apartment. 

“What is your problem?!” He yelled at you, clearly angry with the way you were behaving. You turned around sharply, with an incredulous look in your eyes. 

“What is my problem? Are you seriously fucking asking me that, Jimin? We were out on a date after god knows how many months and you got your ‘rumoured’ girlfriend along?! What the fuck is wrong with me?! No, Park Jimin, what the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled back. 

Jimin took a step closer to you, eyes red due to his efforts to keep his anger from taking a form which he might regret. “What the fuck, y/n? You know there’s nothing going on between us! She wasn’t feeling too good, and she wanted me to be there for her. You already know how hard things are for her right now, her career’s taken a hit after the news of the scandal broke out. She is not feeling okay and-” 

“What about me?” You asked him with pure disbelief written on your face. “Did you think about how I felt when my man was being linked to some other woman? Or is she the only person you’re concerned about?” 

Jimin let out a frustrated sigh, he was dangerously close to losing his temper. “Don’t be fucking ridiculous y/n. What you’re going through is completely different from what she is going through. You don’t know shit about our business, you wouldn’t understand. How can you be such an insensitive….bitch? You just walked out of the restaurant while we were having dinner. She must be feeling so awkward. Is this the way you should fucking behave?” 

The only thing you could see was red. “Yeah? what about how I’m feeling? You don’t give a shit how I’m feeling, do you? All you’re concerned about is her.” You let out an angry scoff. “Well, you listen to me you asshole. Do whatever the fuck you want with her. You’ve clearly shown me who you care about. Go. Get out. Go to her and ease her awkwardness. Just let me tell you one thing though, whatever little plan is in her mind, it’s clear to me. Crystal clear. I’m not being fooled.”

Jimin frowned in anger and confusion. “What plan…what do you mean?” 

“If she was that concerned about getting her career back up, she would be avoiding you at all costs right now, Jimin! Why would she accompany you to a public place? If you ask me, she planned this and she wants this rumour to be perceived as tru-” 

THWACK!

You head snapped to your left as you stood there in shock from the impact of his slap. You didn’t bother to stop the tears. You just turned back to look at him with wide eyes.

Jimin stood there shocked looking at his hands, his breathing heavy and shaky, eyes shining because of unshed tears and his hands shaking. He finally turned to look up at you and let out a broken cry as his hands reached out to soothe you but froze as soon as he saw you flinch. 

“No, no..” He stepped forward and fell down to his knees.”I-I didn’t mean to do that, y/n..I…I love you.” He said through his cries. 

“Step away from me Jimin.” You finally brought your hand down from your cheek, you face blank. “We’re done.” 

“NO!” Jimin was suddenly on his feet, your hands in his own, sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of what was going to happen. “No, please, y/n d-don’t leave, okay? Honey, I love you, I SWEAR! I am so sorry, p-please don’t go, hm? Please-” More cries “Don’t leave me, please y/n I swear I won’t ever, ever meet her again. I’ll do everything you say, just don’t leave me. Oh god y/n please..” He fell to his knees, your hands still in his own, looking at you with eyes drowned in tears.

You looked at the man you loved, begging you on his knees to stay and even if your sub-conscious mind was screaming at you to take him back, you couldn’t. You knew your soul wouldn’t forgive you, if you forgave him and let yourself be okay with what he had done. He had just…hit you. 

You yanked your hands back and he let out another cry. Without turning back you picked up your purse and walked out of his apartment, leaving behind a sobbing mess of a Jimin crying out for you. 

Then and maybe forever. 



YAAAAAAAAAAS I’m such an angst-whore I luuuurve it.Tell me how you liked it babies. *Hitting someone is not acceptable at all. Please don’t ever give this pain to someone. Treasure your partner and if you can’t, then leave them. Don’t ever, ever trap them in an abusive relationship. Stay blessed my babies. 🤘🏻

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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.

‘Hunt?’

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The Only Exception (Part 3)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,523

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, hot firemen, sarcasm, cynicism, bad jokes, drinking, sad story retelling (mentions of death and loss)

A/N: Moving right along…and yes, I used a Keep Reading line. Also, shout out to @redgillan for making my day brighter.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

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Number 1 Fan

Request: Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.

Smut warning

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(Y/n) POV:

“Move it into the van boys! Don’t leave a dime!” I laugh as my henchmen load the bags of money. “Ohh this is gonna make me the richest woman on the planet!” I say joyfully spinning around.

“Hey boss! We got company! We got to hurry up!” I turn my attention to the banks to see them being scoped up and down by the GCPD. “I’ve got this boys. Just get the bags in there and don’t leave me like last time. If that’s done then you’ll all be dead! Understand?” “Yes ma'am!” They yell in attention.

I smile and stroll into the bank making my presence know to the cops. “Hello hello hello! How ya doing boys? Good I hope! Harvey! How’s the drinking problem? John! The kids doing good? Mollys rash ever clear up? That thing was nasty! Ah and Jimbo! How’s the air in your big fat head? Still clean I hope!” I giggle walking along the counter tops making fun.

I walk to the indoor flag pole and look up to see the open sky light. “Enough of your chit chat!” “Aww! But I was getting to the good part! Ya see. My self esteem has been kinda low lately. So I was wondering if I could show you guys a magic trick. You know the saying what goes up must always come down? Well how about what is down must go up? Any takers? No? Well fine I guess I’ll test it!” I kick the latch of the pole ties and it flings me up into the air to where I’m flying out of the sky light. “See ya around dumbass’!” I laugh as I exit through the roof.

I hop onto the top of the van and hit it twice. “Go you idiots!” They drive at 90 mph to my place and as soon as we get there they start unloading the bags into the room matching the others.

“Drink m’lady?” My butler asks as I enter the door. I smile at him and take the blue drink. “Thank you David. Any news for today?” I ask as I go to the living room. “Crime rates are as high as ever thanks to you miss. Fan basis is at it’s highest. Little girls are wanting to buy anything related to you!” I smile and look out the big window to Gotham. “Wonderful! Get Samantha for me will you?” “Yes miss.”

In seconds my maid comes running in. “Yes miss?” “Care to run me a bath? Crystals, and lavender soap as always.” I say sipping my drink. “Yes of course m’lady.” She bows to me and scurried off to the bathroom.

“Your bath is drawn m’lady.” I wave my hand away and make my way up to the large scale bathroom. The tub itself can fit 4. I strip myself of my clothes and sink into the relaxing water filled with soap and moisturizers.

My personal line begins to ring bringing my attention away from my thoughts. “Hello?” I ask into the old fashioned telephone. “Darling! It’s so good to hear your voice!” “Mom. Hey how are you?” I ask with a smile on my face. “Oh just find. Yourself?” “Just fine.” My mother scoffs into the phone. “What?” “Just fine? Come on darling! No drama? Men? Nothing?” “Mom. We’ve discussed this. I’m far to busy with business.” “Oh don’t play that game! A beautiful 17 year old woman like you is a the top of the world right now! You can have some fun!” “Business is fun.” “But doing business alone isn’t. Don’t you want to share that with someone?”

I sigh into the phone and sink further into the water. “Fine. Yes it’d be nice to have someone along, but I’ve tried the whole partner thing. It didn’t work! He was to slow! Couldn’t keep up. I need someone exciting! Someone to make me laugh, but still keep success rates at high!”

My mother laughs into the phone. “You sound so much like your father. Do me a favor darling. Put on a sexy dress, go to a club, and meet a man. Plenty will show if they hear the most feared woman in Gotham is coming. They’ll be trying to impress you left and right! Promise me you’ll give it a shot?” I sigh and smile. “Yes mother.” “Good baby! Call me tomorrow love! Goodnight!” “Goodnight mom.”

I hang up the phone and ring the bell for Samantha to enter. “Yes m’lady?” “Lay out a dress along with pumps, call a driver, and make sure the owner of Flaims knows I’m coming to have a fun night.” “Fantastic choice! I’ll be right on it!”

I step out of the tub and wrap a towel around myself drying my body. I walk into my room to see my favorite dress set out. “Oh Samantha how you read me well.” I drop the towel and get into my makeup and hair. A nice clean sexy eye with a simple puff to my lush (h/c) hair ties it all together.

I walk down to the door and David opens it for me. “Shall I stay awake to let you in?” “You know what? No. Have the rest of the night off! You too Samantha! I’ll see you both here tomorrow morning!” “Of course! Shall I make breakfast for two?” David says with a smirk. “We shall see.” I say skipping out and into the car.

I arrive at the club to see the best types of people there. The crazy ones. I step out of the car and immediately get howled at. “Hey baby! Wanna test me out? I can make a good girl into a bad bitch!” I roll my eyes and continue my way inside.

I see many cute men scattered about but non that immediately catch my eye. I’m not going to work for them. They’re going to come to me. That’s what mom always taught me.


I order my favorite drink and scroll through my phone enjoying the night out. “Well well well. Lookie here! Never thought I’d see you in the flesh.” I removed my eyes from my screen to see a well known criminal. “Do my eyes deceive me or is it Jerome Valeska?”

The red head leans up against the booth with a stretched out smile. “So you’ve heard of me?” “Well a new rising villain appears and we all want to know more. Have to keep tabs on you. Been out of the limelight for a while now.” “Well ya know. Been dead for about a year. No big deal.” I laugh and scoot for him to join me.

He can make me laugh

We talk for hours, laugh for hours, he had me smiling for hours.

“I’ve got to say. I’m a big fan. My favorite crime scene is when you hung your victim from the center of the hotel. Burnt fingerprints and face! DNA unrecognizable! Never figured out who the victim was.” I place my hand over my head. “Aww Jerome! That’s so sweet! No one’s ever kept up with a case like that before! Well except for those cops. Care to know who it was?” He leans in dazzled. “A bartender who got my drink wrong.” I shrug. “Fantastic! It’s all just fun and games anyway! If they don’t play by the rules they shouldn’t have been in the game to begin with!” “Exactly!”

I laugh and look at the time. “Past your bedtime princess?” I smirk at him and lean into him feeling the full effects of the alcohol take over. “No. Usually it’s time for someone to help me wake up. If you understand what I mean.” I smirk and toy with his fingers.

“Ohh any choices yet? Will I have to fight my way through them to get my shot?” I move my fingers to his shirt and pop one of the buttons open. “I think you have a pretty good shot already.” I smirk and stand up walking and swishing my hips for his pleasure. “Then what are we waiting for hm?” He growls in my ear biting it lightly.

Jerome opens my door for me and lets me in. My driver says no words but does raise the black window for some privacy.

I bring my lips to his in a rush for lust and passion. “Oh you’re bad.” He breathes and run his hand down my body to between my legs. “Make me worse.” I moan into his lips.

Jerome pushes my panties to the side and pushes one finger inside my pussy swerling my insides to make my body rock. “Someone’s wet babydoll. Care to tell me who that’s for?” Jerome asks adding another finger and pushing them in and out. “You’ve got to earn me screaming your name. Do that and you can do whatever you want.” I moan as he pumps his fingers faster.

I toss my head back moaning out. Jerome then attaches his lips to my neck sucking a visible mark. “Marking what’s mine.” I laugh and straddle him. “You’ve got to take it first.” I say out of breath.

The car stops and the driver lowers the black window. “We have arrived m’lady.” Jerome smiles and opens the door for me grabbing my ass as I get out. “Hm about time.” He says gripping my body in lust.

We quickly open the door and waste no time rushing to the bedroom. Jerome closes the door with me against it and strips me of my dress. “Oh a true beauty below the soft cloth you are!” He moans. I strip him of his shirt and pants and he attacks my lips the moment we’re both rid of clothing.

He lifts me against the door and rubs the tip of his cock up and down my slit coating himself with my juices.

He pushes in making my head hit the door in pleasure. “You’re so tight doll.” Jerome thrusts up into me causing me so much pleasure. He moved us to the bed and flips me over to my stomach.

He pushes himself back into my tight cunt and pounds me harder. “What’s my name doll? Scream it! Who’s filling your tight pussy?” Jerome grips my hair in a ponytail and pulls it back making my mouth open and loud moans to come out. “Jerome! Oh my god!” I scream and cum without warning. “That’s it baby!” He says and fills me up. He pulls out of me and rubs his hands up my back to my shoulders.

Jerome sets me on the bed and covers me up along with himself beside me. He brings me to his chest and kisses my head. “I have a proposal.” I say looking at him. “Hm I know I’m great but we just met doll face.” “Oh hush you big dumby! What I mean is be my partner in crime!” “King and Queen of Gotham.” He smirks at the thought rolling through his mind. “Seal the deal with a kiss.” I say with bright eyes. “Gladly baby.” He kisses me and kisses down my neck to make another mark. “Mine. My queen.”

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“Fine! Go then, you think I’m not used to everyone leaving? I thought you were smarter than that Betty” Jughead was being excruciatingly harsh and he knew that, but right now, in this moment he couldn’t find it in himself to care

Betty physically shivered at his clipped tone, her eyes dripping thick rain drop shaped tears
“I don’t want to leave you Jughead, don’t you get that? Can’t you see I have no choice?” She was practically whimpering, begging him to tell her to stay, begging him to tell her she mattered to him.

But he didn’t

He just snorted “ listen Betty, I’m used to having no one, it’s nothing new. So don’t act like you have no choice, I’ll just go back to having no one, it makes no difference to me.” He shrugged carelessly.

“You had me!” She shouted now, startling Jughead and he took a step back at the volume of her voice , she shook her head and looked into his eyes, her red rimmed ones shining with unshed tears. “You had me” she said in something close to a whisper “you had me, and I would have done anything for you, because I love you, because I was happy to be your girlfriend, but I can’t do this anymore. I would give up anything to change it, but I can’t. Don’t you need me Jughead? Don’t you need me like I need you.” She whispered moving closer to him

He wanted to say Yes. Yes of course I need you, you’re everything to me, you can’t leave me, stay here, stay with me. But instead he ripped his eyes from hers and looked away.

“I don’t need anyone.” He vaguely heard her sob, when he glanced up she had a hand to her mouth and was grabbing her back pack from the ground

“Goodbye Jughead.”

He watched her walk away, shoulders slumped and ponytail swinging, looking through the window at pops he saw Veronica grab the beautiful blonde and wrap her in her arms.

Turning around quickly he made his way home, he was about half way there when he noticed the dampness of his cheeks. “Fuck” he yelled slamming his hand into the hard metal trash can. Why couldn’t he tell her? Why couldn’t he just tell her to stay, he wanted too, it was all he wanted but he couldn’t. Images of his mother walking out the front door, hand clutched around his little sisters as he screamed, begged her to stay, don’t go! You can’t leave me!
His mother was the last woman he ever told he loved, he vowed that was it, no one was gonna have control of him like that, make him hurt that bad.

Slamming into the trailer he and his dad shared, he was surprised to find Archie lounging on his couch, balancing a basketball in his hands. “Veronica texted me, I figured you could use a friend, wanna play one on one?” Jughead smiled weakly, no matter what went down between the two, they were always there for each other, they were brothers, that would never change.
***

She didn’t even want to go to school, she practically begged her mother to let her take a personal day, that didn’t go over well

“Elizabeth, Cooper woman do not let men define us, and we definitely do not let them get in the way of our education. You will go to school with your head held high, besides I promised Marcy James you would tutor that brat of hers during your free period.” She threw the light blue dress at her and headed out of her bedroom.

Fixing her ponytail, and zipping her dress she looked in the mirror

Perfect

Too perfect, she was too perfect and that’s why Jughead didn’t want her, why couldn’t she just be like the other girls, with their messy buns and dirty sweatpants? She ran a hand under the elastic in her hair and let a few pieces fall out and into her face. Staring at her reflection, her palms twitched and her chest felt tight, growling she re did her right pony tail pushing all the strands back into place. She couldn’t do it.

Veronica was by her door as soon as she went outside,

“Where’s Smithers?” Betty said teasingly
Veronica just rolled her eyes “walking is good for you, I have to get my cardio in somehow.“she linked her arm with Betty’s and started towards school. Halfway to school Kevin joined the group. As the trio made it to the front doors, Betty took a deep breathe closing her eyes

"Give him a chance Betty, he may surprise you.” She turned to Veronica who just squeezed her hand before walking in. Kevin pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, “I’m with you girl.”

School went by so slow she thought she was in a movie, she hadn’t seen her boyfriend.. or ex boyfriend all day. Instead of the relief she thought she would feel she actually felt more anxious, was he okay? Did he come to school? Did he get home okay last night? Her train of thought was quickly broken by the sight of Jughead looking a mess.

His Beanie was half off his head and his flannel was buttoned wrong, his eyes were bloodshot and she noticed the bright red marks on his knuckles. He caught her eyes almost instantly. The way he looked at her was so intense she had to look away, she turned on her heels and practically sprinted down the hallway. Tears taking control of her completely. No, she wouldn’t cry in front of him, not again.

He watched her run away, slamming his head into the locker, idiot he was an idiot. An idiot with too much baggage, she was better off without him.
“You okay buddy?” He recognized his red headed friends voice but kept his head against the locker. He felt Archie lean against the locker next to his. “She’s not your mom Jughead.” Jughead snapped up now standing in front of him glaring at him. “What did you say to me?”

Archie rolled his eyes
“I’m not afraid of you jug, You may not think so but I know you better than you know yourself. She loves you, she doesn’t wanna be without you, but she’s also a human being and she’s been hurt, unfortunately I’m the one who did it, that day I told her I didn’t love her, she said "I’ll never put all of my love into someone who doesn’t love me back again.” That’s why she left, she’s protecting herself.“

Jughead stared at him, holy shit. He was treating Betty the way Archie had, he didn’t even realize it, what a fucking idiot.
"I love her, I love her more than anything. I can’t..I’m gonna.” Shaking his head Jughead threw his backpack at Archie “I’ll see you later arch.. oh and .. thanks.”

Archie just watched him sprint off, laughing he swung Jugheads backpack on his other shoulder.

He found her about halfway home from school , Veronica chatting her ear off while Kevin texted someone, she still looked so broken he wanted to kick himself.

“Betty!” He called out, all three friends turned around and Veronica immediately stood in front of Betty
“Oh no way! You better take ten steps back James dean wannabe, Betty is not in the mood for anymore games.”

Kevin had his hands around Betty’s shoulder, whispering in her ear.

“I’m not playing games, Betty please, let me talk to you, green eyes I..” she just shook her head, tears springing to her eyes at the nickname.

“Leave me alone Jughead” she turned around.

“I can’t!” He called, pushing past Veronica and Kevin and standing in front of her. Betty refused to meet his eyes.
“Please” she whispered “please just leave me alone” she choked out.
“I can’t do that Betty” Jughead said back a fierce determination she had never heard caused her to look up in anger
“Why?! Why not?!”
“Because I love you!”

The distinct gasps of Veronica and Kevin went unaknowledged as Betty stared up at him
“Wh..what?”

Jughead smiled, taking her cheek in his hand

“I love you Betty Cooper, I love you so much that it hurts. You found me when I lost myself, when everything was falling apart, you were there, I would have to be an idiot not to be in love with you. You were right bets, I do need you. So much.” With that he dropped his mouth to hers, taking in the familiar feeling of his home, his everything. She was everything.

She pulled away, tears falling and the brightest smile he had seen in his life. She was beautiful, he couldn’t understand how he got to love her. But he did. And he was never giving that up.

“I love you Jughead, you’ve got me, for as long as you want me.” He dropped his forehead to hers

“Forever.” He whispered against her lips.

13 reasons why (Tape 2)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, Crowley, mention of John, readers mom

Warnings: blood, angst, death, swearing, blackmail

Word count: 4775

Summary: Dean listens to tape two and learns the truth about what happened to your mother. His suspicion grows as he finds out more about who is and who isn’t part of the reasons why.

A/N: sorry I’ve left you waiting for so long but part two is finally here!

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You ran inside your old house, it felt strange to be home. But that’s where this place was… Home. Your place with John was never a home, it was just a motel; a room with four walls. That’s not what a home meant to you, it was a person more than a place. That person to you was your mom and you needed her now more than ever.

When you opened up the door you had expected her to be on the couch watching a movie or something. The TV was on, however she wasn’t there. Your mom would never have left the TV on and gone to bed, so where the hell was she? You shut the door behind you and checked in the living room once more.

Heading up the stairs you heard the noise of the TV from her room. Why would the upstairs and downstairs TV be on?

“Mom?” You called out, but there was no answer. “Mom, it’s me, Y/N… I’m sorry, things didn’t work out with John.”

You walked into her room and saw her foot hanging off the end of the bed. You figured she must have fallen asleep while watching TV. You smiled as you thought of her peacefully laying there and not having to worry about anything. You wanted to cover her with a blanket but as soon as you walked in, you saw something you weren’t prepared for.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine shawn teasing you under the table when you're with friends or lol ur parents HAHAHHAHA

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Look what you made me do…. 

Word count: 1,604

Tease (smutty smutty action)

“This is really good, Karen” you said, putting another bite into your mouth.

Karen had always made the best rice in the world. You knew Shawn would rather have had you all to yourself tonight, but you actually really wanted to have dinner with his parents.

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anonymous asked:

How would the boys plus Jaehee react to MC being the kind of person who refuses to wear pants at home?

Author’s note: I ALMOST FORGOT TO POST THIS BEFORE I WENT TO BED

Yoosung

  • “It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before!!”
  • You stood in front of your bright red boyfriend, pantless and proud
  • “I-I know, but…”
  • He trailed off, his eyes still focused on your bare legs
  • You tapped your foot, waiting for his response
  • “My eyes are up here,” you sighed
  • His head shot up, his face even more red than it was before if that’s even possible??
  • “S-Sorry… I just… you’re just…”
  • “Yoosung,” you crossed your arms, “if I’m not embarrassed, you shouldn’t be either.”
  • “But… YOU’RE HALF NAKED!!!”
  • You smirked
  • “Well, I guess you’re right-”
  • You took a couple steps forward until you stood right in front of him
  • “-so let’s make us even.”
  • In one quick motion, you pulled his shirt up
  • As if on autopilot, Yoosung raised his arms to allow you to take it completely off
  • You smiled and ran one hand down his bare chest
  • “Better?”
  • He nodded, shocked into silence
  • You planted a kiss on his lips and turned around
  • Yoosung stared at you as you walked away
  • He let out a breath and ran his hands through his hair
  • “You coming?” you called out behind you
  • “O-Of course!!”
  • He basically sprinted to catch up with you

 Zen

  • you were curled up on the couch trying to catch up on your favorite show when he came home from work
  • “Zen, welcome back!!”`
  • He set his bag down and gave you his an award winning smile
  • “You too comfy to come and give me a hug?”
  • “Of course not!!”
  • You stood up, letting the blanket fall off your lap
  • Zen’s eyes widened
  • “W-Where-I mean, your-you don’t-“
  • You crossed your arms, “Just spit it out!”
  • “WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?!?!” He gestured to your lower half
  • You shrugged, “I hate wearing pants around the house.”
  • He stare at you as if you just committed some sort of felony
  • “You hate pants?”
  • “…I’m pretty sure that’s what I said.”
  • He sighed dramatically and shook his head back and forth
  • “MC,” he held both his arms behind his back and began pacing, “let me tell you a little bit about pants.”
  • Oh god…
  • “Pants are a form of self-expression. Say that one day -and by one day, I mean everyday- I’m feeling good about myself. How would I express that? By wearing tight pants, of course! Or when I feel a little risqué? Pants with holes in them. Bad ass? Leather pants. It’s so simple! That’s what makes it art.”
  • “Did you just say… pants are art?”
  • “I’m pretty sure that’s what I said,” he smirked, mimicking your earlier remark
  • “Interesting,” you walked toward him, smiling innocently
  • Zen took a step back
  • “W-What are you doing?”
  • “Oh, nothing-” you quickened your pace
  • You stood in front of him and gave him a peck on the lips
  • “-just this.”
  • You grabbed the loops of his belt and pulled down
  • “M-MC, WHAT THE HELL?”
  • “Wha-ZEN, WHY ARE’T YOU WEARING UNDERWEAR????”
  • He stumbled backwards, covering his mouth
  • His once pale completion was BRIGHT RED it was actually the reddest it had ever been
  • Zen reached down and fumbled around, trying to pull up his pants
  • Your face was twisted into a cheeky grin
  • “Now that,” you looked down, “is what I call art.”
  • After that Zen had a nosebleed that lasted for DAYS

Jaehee

  • “Isn’t it the same as wearing a skirt?”
  • You shook your head at your naïve girlfriend
  • “Oh nonono, it’s much more,” you dramatically looked off into the distant, “…free.”
  • Jaehee rolled her eyes and began unbuttoning her own skirt
  • You watched as the fabric hit the floor
  • You looked back up at and waited for her to say something
  • “…Jaehee?”
  • Her eyes sparkled and her lips formed into a goofy grin
  • “I…I am a changed woman.”
  • She closed her eyes, spread her arms out wide, and took a big breath in
  • This was probably the first time she’s let loose IN HER LIFE
  • “I’m glad I converted you to team no pa-”
  • You were interrupted by the sound of your front doorknob turning
  • “You two should really lock your front door!”
  • Jumin walked into the room with a stack of papers, kicking the door shut behind him
  • “Jaehee, you left these at…”
  • He trailed off when he saw Jaehee’s skirt on the floor
  • almost IMMEDIATELY, his face turned bright red 
  • The three stood, petrified, Jumin staring at Jaehee’s legs, Jaehee covering her burning face, and MC gaping at Jumin
  • After a couple of seconds, each of them opened their mouths
  • “I think I should go-”
  • “I’m never leaving the house again-”
  • “Betrayed by the pants-”
  • They looked around, all of them making eye contact
  • Jumin cleared his throat
  • “I, uh… bye.”
  • He turned around and opened the door basically sprinting out of it
  • Jaehee stood in the middle of her living room mortified
  • “I am never doing that again.”

Jumin

  • He’s just really confused by the “no pants” concept
  • “Are you too poor for pants?”
  • “No.”
  • “Did you run out of clean ones?”
  • “No.”
  • “Do you want to have sex?”
  • “…Not right now.”
  • “Then why are you standing in the middle of my living room without pants?”
  • You sighed and flopped down on the couch
  • “Because it’s comfy!!! You should try it.”
  • He gave you a strange look and walked back into the bedroom
  • When he came out, he was wearing a casual shirt and his favorite set of cat boxers
  • “This is… interesting.”
  • He sat down next to you and put his arm around your shoulder
  • “I guess I can see the appeal, it’s much less restricting.”
  • “Exactly!”
  • “…You know what would make this even better?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • “If my lovely wife would go and pour me a glass of wine, so I can truly relax.”
  • You glared at him before standing up
  • “Fine.” 
  • he better hope you don’t spit in his glass… again

707

  • Well then you’ll fit right in his favorite saying is “Home is where the pants aren’t!” 
  • 9 out of 10 video chat meetings, he doesn’t wear pants
  • “But, Seven, that’s yourboss!!!”
  • “I know, but I won’t be able to concentrate with those… leg prisons on!!”
  • He huffed and turned around, walking into his computer room
  • Giving his shirt a quick dust, he plopped down in front of the monitor
  • He turned the camera on and smiled
  • “How you doing today, boss man?”
  • You shook your head as you watched your pantless husband carry on a conversation with his superior
  • “…And I wanted to congratulate you on this myself, Agent 707.”
  • “Congratulate me on what?”
  • “You got the promotion.”
  • Seven shot up out of his seat and waved his arms in the air
  • “YOU WON’T REGRET THIS!!!”
  • His smile soon turned into a frown when he saw his bosses face
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • His boss sighed
  • “Where are your pants?”
  • Seven’s eyes widened and he tried to sit down
  • buT HE WENT TOO FAST AND MISSED HIS SEAT
  • He reached his arm up and felt around for the mouse
  • “I-I’m gonna have to let you go, I’m having some technical difficulties.”
  • “…Interesting word choice for one of the nation’s best hackers… Goodbye, Agent 707.”
  • As soon as the monitor clicked off, you burst out laughing
  • “MC?? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE???”
  • “Long…enough… no pants… told you so,” you said between laugh
  • The only thing that made the situation funnier is that he was wearing his “property of MC” boxers
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Pairings: Reader X Hoseok

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 5086

Summary: An embarrassing moment from your past comes back to haunt you in the form of one of your cousin’s neighbours, Jung Hoseok.

A/N:  Jung Hoseok is that one guy who will come for your entire life and you would still return from the dead to ask if he needed anything else. So in honour of the birth of everyone’s favourite murderous golden hyung, here’s a long-ass fic and some good ol’ smutty smut smut. 

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“Okay, where? I don’t see-”

“There. Right there. There’s the top of one of their heads.”

“Where?”

“Look down – no, don’t get up they’ll see you. There, do you see him? Do you see them all?”

You crouch awkwardly behind the curtain, peering out of your cousin’s window and into the street below. You can just about make out the front door of her building opening before four men spill out onto the sidewalk.

You grin at how loud they are: they’re all speaking over each other and the calm, accepting way they seem to be going about it makes you think that this is their standard way of communicating.

“Which is the one is Nina obsessed with?” you ask, your eyes darting between them. “And how it is possible that they are all so good-looking?”

One is slightly taller than the rest, with perfectly upswept hair. The shortest one is pale with an expressionless face and a disinterested air about him. Next to him towers a sweet-faced kid wearing a cap. The fourth one is hidden behind the rest but something about him tickles at the back of your mind and you squint down at him, trying to make his features.

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Chapter 26: Boyfriend Shirt?

It’s spoilertime again folks and I have been ready for this chapter since the last one came out. *kermitflail*

I’m putting a cut here because this has a bunch of spoiler pages and ya’ll don’t need to scroll that much. ANALYSIS BELOW.

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