look at that little girls face

rotten-pastel-boy  asked:

May I request a White Day Yohane (Hanayo's UR) edit and an Animal Set Hanayo (Yohane's UR) edit??? They're my two best girls and my two favorite URs :"3c!! And I also love your edits!! The hair always looks really nice and the faces look so legit!! :"0c!!

I’m really happy to know that! ♥ Here’s Yohane for you c:
You did not say which version would you like to see so I made both idolized ;w;
I’m still working on Pana, so I will post her later! Sorry >w<

Never Grow Up - 6

NEVER GROW UP MASTER LIST


SUMMARY: Sebastian watches his little girl grow up.

WARNINGS: fluff.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: we’re getting close to the end!

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Sebastian stared at Ella’s boyfriend who currently stood right in front of him. The first thought that came to his mind was that something bad had happened to Ella.

Ella’s boyfriend noticed the worried look across Sebastian’s face and he held up his hands. “No! Ella’s fine! Everything’s okay! I just got off the phone with her.”

“Then what are you doing here?” Sebastian eyed the young man.

“I was wondering if I could speak to you and Mrs. Stan.”

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12/50 - “I’ve been buying the wrong underwear.”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court
Characters/pairings: Neil, Andrew, Matt/andreil, boydsten
Summary: Aaron and Katelyn are dead. They left their kids to Andrew and Neil.

A/N: This turned into more boydsten than andreil. Sorry!


It was a Friday when Tori came out of her class crying. Neil immediately blanched. It wasn’t often that he was able to pick the girls up from school, especially on a Friday afternoon, so he had been expecting a little more enthusiasm.

Her teacher came out with an apologetic look as Tori wrapped her arms around Neil’s knees and sobbed. “She wouldn’t say why she was upset,” Mrs. White said. “None of the other kids seemed to know what was wrong either.”

Neil picked up Tori and she hid her face in his neck. “Tori?” Neil tried, but she only pressed her face into him harder.

Mrs. White lowered her voice and said, “We are making Mothers’ Day gifts. Maybe that’s what’s upsetting her?”

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pretty sure i ran into a spirit on the subway today

my first clue shoulda been when i realized i was the only one in the car even though it was 3pm on a weekday in boston

second clue probably shoulda been the blinking lights, but even though i haven’t been a long-time subway rider, that seems sorta normal??? so it didn’t really register

anyway i look into one of the windows - the ones that face the connecting cars - and there’s this little girl just. fuckign. staring. but it was at an angle where there was no way in hell she was a reflection. and her face, her face y’all - there wasn’t something hella wrong with it but it just felt off. like, i couldn’t figure out if it was actually her face or if she was wearing a mask or what

and at first i’m like aight, this is happening, be cool cause ofc my immediate thought is death omen bc i’m extreme like that. there are two stops. no one comes into my car. she doesn’t move from her 1000 yard stare. finally my stop comes and i pause for a second before i get off the subway to see if she moves but she doesn’t and when i’m off and i turn around she’s just. gone. fuckign. full up disappeared, didn’t get off the train or nothin, just straight up evaporated

all i can say is that between the subway, the bus, crossing busy lexington streets, and my own general klutziness, i think it’s okay to conclude that she wasn’t a death omen but like. jesus christ. scary shit. hope she’s happy haunting the subway but ohmygod if this could not happen again that would be really nice i’m too superstitious for this lmao

Everybody talks about a Percy Jackson film series done right, but what about a TV series? Think about how much content we would get! The giffing possibilities, the theorising, the going over of every scene to see symbolism.
- 5 Percy Jackson & The Olympians seasons
- 5 Heroes of Olympus seasons
- Possible Kane Chronicles, Magnus Chase and Trials of Apollo spinoffs with actor cameos from PJO & HOO
- Watching lil’ Percabeth being sassy in season one, knowing that they’re gonna be around for years.
- Seeing Percy, Annabeth and Grover’s actors all becoming best friends and starting YouTube/Snapchat/Twitter/Instagram chains/accounts with BTS filming
- Freaking out about the actors chosen to play the gods
- Watching out for little Reyna and Hylla when Percy’s turned back from a guinea pig and praying they keep the same actors
- Filming seasons 2 and 3 in direct succession so there’s no noticeable age difference in the characters, but having to wait to watch on hiatus and surviving by looking at the cast’s social media when filming
- Meeting Bianca and Nico, trying not to get attached to Bianca’s actress but still crying your eyes out when she dies (but screaming with joy if she returns for flashbacks and/or ghost scenes)
- Watching the Nico actor undergo his ~transformation~ and fan casting Will to suit him
- Watching Percabeth’s first kiss in the volcano and crying with excitement because it’s been such a long build-up
- Organising watching parties for the three- or four-hour long season finale in season 5 and screaming at the Camp Jupiter foreshadowing, Will’s first appearance, Annabeth getting injured, Silena dying, Kronos being defeated, Rachel becoming the oracle, Luke dying, Percy turning down immortality and Percabeth finally becoming canon with an orchestral swell and crying behind the scenes because these kids won’t see each other for a year or more

- Finally seeing teasers for HOO and gathering together to watch the pilot
- Watching them cast a Mexican actor for Leo and a Native American actress for Piper
- Seeing them cast Jason and comparing him to Thalia’s actress with FaceSwap
- The theories and rumours about Piper and Jason’s actors being together (which they neither confirm nor deny as Leo’s actor giggles in interviews)
- Annabeth’s return in the first scene of the pilot and people screaming crying when Butch says, “Percy Jackson” and the Heroes of Olympus opening credits play
- Over-analysis of every scene to make up for the hiatus since PJO ended
- Watching the start of the Gaia storyline and crying excitedly at the mention of Nico’s name
- Meeting Festus and realising that his beeps, whirs, and whatnot actually do represent letters and/or words - like Morse code - and learning to speak it
- Shrieking when Jasiper kiss
- Watching Leo start to build the Argo II
- Screaming when Percy returns in Son of Neptune only remembering “Annabeth” and getting super excited to meet Hazel and Frank
- Watching Nico introduce himself and crying at Percy’s vacant expression
- Getting way too excited when Leo’s actor appears as Sammy (in a hat that always hides his face a little) because he looks amazingly dashing
- Fangirling over Reyna because she’s changed so much but she still looks like the island girl she was way back when
- Giffing the Percy/Jason amnesia parallels
- The cast filming seasons 3-5 all at once and being done years before the series finale because it’s all set in a couple months
- Crying at Percabeth’s reunion bc the actors haven’t worked together in years and they really did miss each other.
- Crying some more at Reyna’s expression seeing Jasiper together
- Revelling in the awkward chemistry between Leo, Hazel, and Frank because the actors are super close and friendly irl
- Hearts everywhere skipping a beat when “you dropped this” happens
- Shipping overloads when Leo and Calypso meet
- Screaming from every viewer when Percabeth fall into Tartarus (like the internet breaks, percabeth, tartarus, and hoo are trending on tumblr for two weeks)
- So many tears when they get out
- Even more tears when Nico’s crush comes out because his actor is so good he looks heartbroken
- The internet breaking again when Season 5 of HOO airs
- Nico-Reyna friendship omzgzz
- The final showdown between the gods, the Seven, the giants and Gaia being basically unbearable and many hours long
- When Solangelo meet people start to cry and/or scream bc THe cHemIStrY
- The big final battle taking seven hours and airing one hour every day for a week
- Two weeks later, when the dust has settled, we get a one-and-a-half hour ep with the aftermath.
- Two and a half months afterwards, everyone wants Leo’s ending and it airs with only one trailer (ten seconds)
- After the end of Leo’s epilogue, every cast, crew, production, publisher, and helper is thanked with their most fitting godly parent following their name (i.e. John Appleseed, Son of Demeter)

Just a Percy Jackson TV series, is all.

After the Parade

“Hush,” he says.

Above them, Cabal ships drag thick black smoke across the flickering twilight, and flames rise from the Tower. Legionnaires scour the streets, seeking out the cries of the wounded and afraid.

“Hush,” he says again, as the child starts to sniffle, and he pulls her into the shadows cast by an apartment block as a patrol makes its laborious way past. He was made to protect, made to serve, but he feels clumsy now; the hand on her shoulder is almost larger than her head and she has no armor to protect her bruised and burned skin from his rough gauntlets. When he tries to wipe the tears from her face he worries that he will be the one to break her.

He followed her screams, just as the Cabal did. He had no rifle to kill the Legionnaires that would have silenced her; dispatched the first one with his boot-knife but was not quick enough to catch the second unaware. It is dead, but his chest-plate is cracked and burned and the thing that eats the Traveler has also eaten his Light.

She is wearing yellow. A summer dress, for a celebration. When he offered her his gore-spattered hand she took it at once, and did not look back at the splayed and broken limbs visible beneath the rubble around her as though she knew there was no one left to wait for. He brushed dust and chips of concrete from the tight black curls on her head, and when she tried to smile her gap-toothed smile at him despite it all he knew that he would die the second death to save her.

They pick their way through dust-covered streets and alleys, one grimy hand holding his armored fingers, the other wrapped around the silent shell of his Ghost. He told her to keep it safe, and she clutches it to her chest with an intensity that would do any Titan proud.

To those behind the Wall, love and service. To those outside it, fury and fire. He is young: the Order’s maxim has never meant much to him, but here at the end of an Age he feels each word burning in his chest and he wraps his Mark around her shoulders like a cloak, like a little Hunter, to keep the nearness of the night from her as best he can.

When they hear the distant bursts of gunfire he waits until the chatter fades, then leads them in a different direction even though it gives him hope to know the City is still fighting. Perhaps if he ran to the violence he would find weapons or more Guardians, but he will not risk it. And so hours pass as they slink across the city, and as slowly as his wounds force him to move she still takes ten strides for every one of his. She has only one sandal, silver leather wrapped around a tiny leg, but he thinks that a single piece of armor is better than no armor at all.

He finds a battered pulse rifle in a street that leads to a square, tries not to wonder where its owner went. The magazine is full, but it is all he has and there is no Ghost at his shoulder to synthesize ammo. He bends to pick it up, never letting go of the hand that holds his own, just as a troop of Legionnaires turn the corner in front of them.

He pulls the child behind a crumbled wall. Waits one heartbeat, two; no slug throwers roar in response. Even so, they are between him and the direction he has lead, and he doubts he has the strength to cross the City again.

Love and service to those within. Fire and fury to those without.

The Legionnaires do not notice, but neither do they move on. More join them, and they begin to spiral out in all directions, continuing their search. It will not be long before they find him and the child. A narrow street, once hung with banners but now collapsing from the rooftops down, will lead her west, to the walls, away from Cabal patrols - as long as there is a distraction.

He lifts her chin as gently as he can.

“You have to run,” he whispers. He is bad at whispering. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“That way,” he says when she stares at him in silence, pointing with his outsized hand down the shadowed street.

He gives her a delicate push, points again. She blinks, once, then toddles into the dark, Ghost held close as though it will protect her. Perhaps, if there is a way to undo this disaster, it someday will.

He props the rifle atop the ledge, lifts his visor and sights with naked eye. There are so many, he thinks, and then bites back a laugh - there are only eight.

Love within. Fury without.

The rifle barks. One Legionnaire dies and the others spin in confusion, firing in the direction of his cover. He ignores them, squeezes the trigger again. And again. And again.

Love within. Fury without. Love within. Fury without. Love within. Fury without. Love within -

Something tugs his arm. He looks down into the eyes of the little girl, and pure terror finds him.

“I said run,” he growls, but she does not, her face set in a scowl. He shakes his arm and she does not let go.

A micro-rocket bursts against the barricade and he ducks, throws his body over her, sprays the rest of his bullets in response. The child buries her head in his cracked armor, her frail body shaking.

Never has he been so afraid to die.

He feels a fool. He tosses the rifle down, wraps one arm around the child and pulls her close. With the other he slams his visor shut. He takes a deep breath, and then another, and when at last there is a break in the constant fire he lurches to his feet, lifts the child to his chest, and runs.

It is hard, so hard, to move full Titan-plate without his Light to drive it. His body aches. Something inside is probably broken, and he does not know how long it takes a body to heal without a Ghost.

A slug hits him in the back and he stumbles but his armor holds, and he sprints down the street where he tried to send the child, the sound of jump-packs following behind. He ducks his head and cups himself around his charge, makes himself as big as he can, plows across the debris-choked pavement. The girl begins to cry again, though to his ears it is not the sound of fear but of fury, and before long he is roaring with it, and the two of them roar together down the long, narrow street as explosions scatter bits of ruins that once were homes. He does not know where he is going, knows only that he must go somewhere, that he will not stop until the child is safe or his legs no longer work; that when he has nothing left he will throw her from him and tear the Cabal apart with fists alone, Light or no.

He has stopped counting the impacts. Every step is a knife in his chest. The Legionnaires must be close but he does not turn, lest the shield that is his body fail. He can feel himself slowing, a sensation that fills him both with wonder and despair, but he cannot force himself to let her go despite his promise. Something cracks against the back of his leg, and he is too tired and too hurt to correct. He lands heavily on one shoulder, slides ten grinding yards, arms still wrapped around the child. At the very least, they will have to rip him apart to get to her. Maybe, if he dies quickly, they will not notice her at all.

Gunfire interrupts his thoughts, along with the sound of footsteps and the roar of Cabal. Hands grab him, drag him out of the street, but still he does not uncurl. He sees Hunter cloaks, Warlock robes, a Titan mark.

“Hush,” he tells the child, head still tucked close, while they cower in a doorway and around them Guardians fight.

“Hush,” he tells her, over their surprised cries of pain.

“Hush,” he tells her, over and over, until at last all is silent and he dares to lift his head and stand.

He helps the child to her feet, and though he leans against the doorway it is her tiny hand in his that keeps him upright. He looks around at their saviors: most are near as bruised as he is. They nod their heads, pat him on the back, and he opens his mouth to ask for forgiveness, for leading the Legionnaires here, but a Hunter shakes her head as though she knows what he will say.

Two Guardians lie dead. Truly dead. One Hunter, one Titan wearing the Mark of the Gatewatch. He waits the half-second for their Ghosts to revive them, feels sick when they do not rise. He swears that he will learn their names and add them to the Order of the Pilgrim Guard.

Someone makes cooing sounds and tries to take the child, tries to give her water, but she refuses to let go of his hand, refuses to surrender his Ghost. For a moment they stand there, all seven of them in a circle around her, and it is as though a different light has risen to bond them all.

They need ships. Weapons. Food, maybe. The child, at least, must eat. The Hunter offers water again, and he wonders how many new scraps of fabric she has taken for her cloak. A different Titan, this one wearing the Mark of the Six Fronts, hands him the dead Hunter’s rifle - then looks down at the child, still clinging to his hand, and passes him a sidearm instead.

They turn their backs to the Tower, and continue their slow march to the western wall. Perhaps they will find supplies along the way. If not, so be it - they are still Guardians, and they will save what light they can.

Love within. Fury without.

The Cabal have no word for ‘retreat.’ Soon, they will learn that the Guardians have none for ‘mercy.’


Words: @themothyards

Art: @artdailybykitty

Accepting Anxiety: Part 2/2: Can Anxiety Be Good? Analysis

Okay so before I start jsyk I’ve been happy stimming since I saw the video my arms are so tired


- Roman’s previously is so extra

- The clock is in color now

- Anxiety’s room: Anime poster, masquerade mask, candles, album art, a LOT of Nightmare Before Christmas stuff, spooky lamp, spider curtains, cat

- We get Anxiety’s music it’s nice

- Patton really hates spiders // when he needs comfort, he buries his face in the cardigan

- Roman is protective of Morality

- Everyone has cool toned lighting except for Anxiety, his is warm. And he fills up more of the frame than usual

- Anxiety is so, so, so, mad about them being in his room. His eyeshadow is way darker as well.

- Roman screams like a little girl

- Does Roman always have a brush on him? Or???

- “Didn’t seem like I was wanted. You all made that pretty clear.” He looks at Roman when he says that, then glances away. 

- This is the third or fourth time he’s said, “Except you, Patton.”

- “I love my dark strange son” *Heathers playing the background*

- Roman is horrible at making things better

- THomas tells ROman to shut up the first time

- Logan is the first to get eyeshadow beneath his eyes. As the video progresses, the other two get them as awell and they get darker, eventually worse than Anxiety’s

- Anxiety is so unhappy that they’re there. “If I wanted to be insulted, I would have just shown up like I usually do.” His room has been a place where he’s safe, and they’ve corrupted that

- “You poor little anxious baby”

- Thomas doesn’t have eyeshadow on I don’t think but he has bags under his eyes T H O M A S go to sleep

- Everyone is kind of an asshole in this video it’s weird

- There is so much self hatred in Anxiety

- Thomas tells Roman to shut up a second time, third, and fourth time

- Each time we cut back to roman during that, his eyeshadow is darker

- Patton asks about Roman’s self esteem issues 

- and then gets insecure about his questions // when he does so he flinches back away from Princey like he’s waiting to be attacked either physically or verbally. I know that look

- Patton is supportive 

- I just noticed this but Patton’s camera is angled downwards

- Logan rambles and gets dark help him

- Anxiety flinches from Logan yelling (there’s a lot of loud and a lot of flinching in this video)

- Patton doesn’t like loud noises either

- Logan’s eyeshadow gets worse as he rambles and Princey’s hair starts to fall into his face

- Anxiety is an alarm clock

- Patton yells that Anxiety is happiness

- Logan doesn’t like the loud noise now too “E=MC scared”

- Patton is worried he won’t be allowed the chance to speak

- When Thomas is praising Anxiety, Roman looks extremely distressed and takes two deep breaths

- Roman admitting that Anxiety isn’t all bad looks so difficult for him but it also comes out like something he’s been trying to say for a long time but hasn’t been able to psych himself up to do

- Anxiety’s small smile at Roman saying he makes them all better

- Roman’s immediate response after the smile is “Was that good did I do good?”

- The effect on Anxiety’s voice is beautiful

- Breathing as a technique to stop the anxiety (I know it’s a thing but doesn’t work for me)

- Anxiety praises Thomas as he guides him from the mindscape

- “Being anxious about getting more anxious. Sounds like me”

- Roman is genuinely surprised that Anxiety saved him

- Even though he plays it off, it means a lot to Anxiety that Patton is proud of him

- “Vigilant People” *eyebrow raise* foreshadow

- Anxiety is genuinely distressed about sharing his name

- “You’re great Patton”

- “Logan. Shut your ever flapping gobtalker.”

- Patton is all of us

- No music during the reveal

- Roman is in complete panic about Thomas wanting to know about his laughter in regards to Anxiety being a virgin…. uh….. okay

- Roman acknowledges how much Anxiety had to trust them to reveal his name as Virgil. 

- By the way, Virgil is derived from Vigilant. It’s also of Roman descent

- “You can call me Verge” okay edgelord

-  W H A T  O T H E R S ROMAN stop dropping bombs on us

- Sound of Music farewells

- Anxiety is so happy to be accepted

- The end card is so cute Patton is so pure I love him

Take it easy, guys, gals and nonbinary pals

Day One Hundred And Twenty-Eight

-As I walked to my register, I found a John Cena action figure hiding amidst a shelf of candy. I was fairly caught off guard by this, but much to my credit, I could, in fact, see him.

-Before the clock hit nine in the morning, I had been given a mojito and a love on the rocks. I downed the drinks eagerly and was invigorated and prepared for the shift to come. Admittedly, both were virgin drinks from Starbucks, but they were refreshing nonetheless.

-A woman purchased a gift card, paying with an identical gift card. Her motives remain unclear.

-While her mother paid, I stuck my tongue out at a toddler. Usually this covert op goes undiscovered, but without hesitation or prompting, she snitched on me. My cover completely blown, the encounter ended with a satisfied look on the toddler’s face, and an utterly shamed look on mine.

-A squadron of children demanded I turn on my conveyor belt so that they could “run a race.” I fulfilled their request, and with it, their enthusiasm and zest for life. The latter part came much to the dismay of their mother, who had to resort to the threat of having to drink water in order to get them to calm down.

-An elderly woman told her companion that a pair of little girls regularly came by her house to waste her computer paper. Her friend looked as aghast as I felt, but no additional details were given, save the fact that the woman was always capable of spitting on one.

Bts ignoring you and you calling them “Daddy” to get their attention

A/N: Second day of everyday doing reactions with Li. I had a very stressful day, but I’m happy I managed to finish this. All reactions are requested. <3 Li


Jin 

As per usual Jin was too absorbed in thinking about the other members and their health in the form of a nice menu or a place to eat that won’t damage his boys health. That made him forget about you. It was uncommon for him so it made you feel strange-less appreciated. But there was something that always got his attention “Daddy…” the word slipped of your tongue so easily. Jin eyes widen at the beginning and you thought that he’ll react unusual but he didn’t. He just put back his calm face and opened his legs so you could sit on his lap. “Did daddy neglect his princess?”

Yoongi 

When Yoongi was working usually meant he waas working so he ignored everything around him. You too. And that was literally the only thing you didn’t like about Yoongi. But he had his weak points,one of which was “Daddy…baby girly is bored.” Yoongi would turn around an evil smile covering his face “Is she now? How sad I have work so she’ll have to find something to do for an hour and after that Daddy is hers. But until then,baby should behave.”

Namjoon 

Namjoon was from those people that were getting so absorbed in a book they forget everything around them. It was around 7 o'clock in the night when you understood that if you let him he’ll read all night long. So that called for a good distraction. And the only better thing to do with your free time is…“Daddy?” Namjoon didn’t even move his eyes from the book but his lips did. “What baby?” drastic times, drastic measures “I need you.” this time Namjoon did move his eyes hidden behind Harry Potter like golden glasses. A serious expression has taken his usually soft features. “Very good then. On the couch Y/N. Next to me. Good girl. Now open your legs. Good. Now leave it to me.” his hand made contact with my hot thigh and his eyes with the book.

*I know it’s a picture, but look at him*

Hoseok

Hoseoks attention was always on you when he was with you, so you didn’t understand why now, in your shared bed, cuddling,it was obvious his mind was somewhere else. And obvious the comeback choreography. You loved that he had so many roles in the group and the others called him the base. But you felt the pressure starts to gets the best of him"Daddy?“ Hoseok attention returned to you so fast. "Daddy is sorry baby. I’ve got a lot on my mind lately. I’m sorry. Daddy is in special need of cuddles and a little something else because this nightgown will be the death of me.”

Jimin

Jimins love and pation beside you was dancing. So it came natural to you that sometimes he would dance all night long, but you haven’t seen him in three days and when you finally saw each other he excused himself and asked you if he could practice while you were talking. That made you bratty af. “Daddy!” Jimin stopped moving, turned around slowly, licked eyes with you and you noticed their color changing from the warm hazelnut color to dark moca brown. “Are you being bratty Y/N? True, I haven’t seen you in few days and it’s true that it’s my fault, but I won’t tolerate that bratty tone. Have you forgotten your manners baby? I think we’ll have a learning session tonight." 

Taehyung 

Tae and shopping. Shopping and Tae. Galleries and Tae. Tae and galleries. Tae being aesthetic little piece of ignorant shit. Why did he choose a bratty princess like you? "Daddy…Y/N wants to go home.” you said pounting your face at him. “Y/N will wait half an hour.” said Tae with look of warning. It was way more thab half an hour and you knew that. Lately with all the tours, songs and varieties you were barely been able to see him and him not paying attention to you made you salty “Daddy!” Tae hand wrapped around your waist bringing you to his chest.“Be careful Y/N. My patience is wearing thin and knowing that I haven’t touched you in a while makes me go crazy. So behave little girl.”

*masculine Tae, with meat on his bones is a religion, get used to this gif*

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Jungkook

Jungkook training was the hottest thing on Earth. His hair was slicked back and little drops of sweat were painting his face. His shirt was nowhere to be seen and his expression was one of total concentration. But in reality his home fitness was taking away him from you. And that, no matter how much you liked sucking flowers on those muscles,was a problem. So one day it all became too much. “Daddy.” it slipped without you even realising it. Jungkook stopped in the middle of the push up, amazing you one more time. “Come here Y/N.” You walked to him and the difference was funny, but it was because of him laying on the floor. And in the next second he wasn’t. He was right in front of you. “Say it again.” his expression was wild and holding in the promises of all those times you couldn’t be together.


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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.7

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7



The air conditioning caused the dimly lit room to be abnormally cold, as Jin slightly shivered. He was sitting with his hands forming fists, while his father gave him a stern look.

He didn’t want to be here, that was for sure. He knew his father must have started to become suspicious of him, since it was taking an unusually long time for him to locate Jungkook and you. So when he got another message that his father wanted to see him – he couldn’t stop shaking.

What was he supposed to say? He couldn’t keep lying and give his father the same answer of ‘they are close.’ No, that definitely wouldn’t work this time, as he could tell with the look his father currently gave him.

“Son,” his father spoke with a grim voice. “How stupid do you think I am?”

Even though Jin was nervous, he managed to pull off his infamous poker face as he replied, “What ever do you mean?”

“Save your lies for someone else Jin,” the greying man mocked. “You may be able to fool others, but certainly not me. Now tell me where they are. Now.”

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Imagine Dean bonding with your daughter who has a soft spot for him and not missing a chance to flirt with you.

“Press the button?” Dean’s voice was heard as you cautiously made your way upstairs, not wanting to make your presence known yet just because you wanted to see what he and Mary were doing.

“Press the button.” her little voice was heard and you smiled without even realizing it yourself.

“And down we gooooo!” Dean made a voice and soon a huff was heard along with Mary’s giggles. You rested your weight on the doorframe, still not saying a word as you watched the green-eyed man play with your daughter.

“Can we go again?” her little voice was heard in between her giggles and you saw Dean chuckle; none of them had realized you were standing there watching them.

“Again? Ok. Hop up!” he grinned at the little girl and you bit the inside of your cheek as you fought to keep a smile off your face. In vain.

“And up we go!” he slowly lifted her as she was sitting on his shoulders.

“Press the button.” he pointed his finger upwards as she pressed hers there.

“And down we go!” he huffed as they fell back down on the bed, her laughter filling the entire room.

This time you couldn’t contain your laughter and as that you made your presence known. You walked inside your bedroom to be greeted with huge smiles from both Dean and the little girl.

“You two seem to be having real fun huh?” you smirked and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck a little nervously.

“We’ve made a mess haven’t we?” he asked looking around him and mostly the bed but you shook your head.

“No it’s ok.”

“Mommy!” Mary exclaimed as she jumped off the bed and ran towards you “Dean and I were playing a new game!” she said looking up at you with big (y/e/c) eyes.

“Hmh I saw that honey. WWE games.” you said, giving a look at Dean whose eyes widened.

“How’d you know?” he breathed out, guilty face on as if he’d been caught on act.

“I’m not just a pretty face you know.” you chuckled before bending down to pick up your three-year-old girl.

“Mommy can Dean stay with us tonight please?” she asked with an innocent smile and you glanced at Dean to see he too was waiting like a little child with big green eyes for an answer.

“I don’t know sweetheart. He’s a busy man, wouldn’t want to keep him here and busy with boring girly stuff when there might something or someone waiting for him tonight.” you said almost slyly, glancing at Dean from the corner of your eye.

“No!” Mary said with a deep frown and an adorable pout “Dean wants to stay with us, don’t you Dean?” she asked looking back at the man that you knew she had developed a soft spot for. He wasn’t her father no, her real father had died before he had the chance to meet his little girl, but you were glad your little girl didn’t feel the absence thanks to the older Winchester.

“Absolutely lovebug!” he grinned walking towards the two of you “There is no other place on Earth I would rather be than with the two of you. Plus-” he looked at you with a small, you could say almost satisfied, smirk on his face “There isn’t someone waiting for me tonight, apart from Baby to tak her on a long ride.”

“Huh is that so?” you raised an eyebrow, trying not to show how interested you really were so you prefered to play Mary’s hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear “How come? Considering who you are I’d expect the ladies to be fighting for a few hours in your agenda.” you mumbled and he shrugged.

“There is no lady I’d be more interested in spending my time with than my little princess.” he smiled softly down at Mary who giggled when he kissed her cheek. Despite everything, and despite the small pang of jealousy, you couldn’t help but smile at how much of a father figure – a great and loving one at that – Dean was being for Mary.

“So mommy, can Dean sleep with us tonight? Pretty please?” she batted her eyelashes at you and you glanced at Dean who had a hopeful look on as well.

“Well if he wants to-” you started and he spoke up immediately.

“Absolutely!”

“I’m warning you though, there will be plenty of Tangled and sparkles and glitter because we’re going tobe making a cake.” you pointed out and he grinned.

“Sounds amazing to me” he breathed out sincerely and you couldn’t fight off the smile.

“Come on mommy, please let him stay! Pretty please!” she wrapped her small arms around your neck, giving you that adorable smile you just couldn’t resist.

“Very well then, he can stay.” you shrugged, trying to not let your own excitement show. Your daughter was enough excited for the both of you as her and Dean cheered both smiling like kids on Christmas day.

“Ok now, go wash your hands sweetie-” you set her down “We’ve gotta get started on that cake, yeah?”

“Alright!” she nodded her head “Dean will you help us?”

“Absolutely pumpkin!” he booped her nose and kissed her forehead as with a giggle she ran out of your bedroom towards the bathroom to wash her hands.

“She’s developed a soft spot for you, you know.” you mumbled with a soft smile as you fixed the bedsheets.

Only her though?” he asked with a cute grin and you shook your head with a laugh.

“Shut up idiot.” you threw a pillow at him “I’m being serious you know.”

“Yeah-” he softened “I know” he hummed with a fond smile that made your own heart swell inside your chest “I really love her too.”

“You know, maybe it’s because you spend a lot of time together- which: thank you very much for. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” you looked at him sincerely and he shook his head, helping you by picking up her toys.

“You know you don’t have to. I love being with her, and if it takes one more worry away while you are working then it’s my pleasure. Both mine and Sam’s.”

“I know” you held his gaze for a good few moments “I just- I’m saying this because- no matter how much time one can spend with her it doesn’t mean they’ll have her trust. She’s not an easy child, not really open. But with you-” you shook your head with a laugh “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you are her father.”

Dean chuckled softly, his eyes lingering on her toys that he had in his arms “It would be my honor.” he whispered and your eyes locked on him.

“What?”

“To be her father.” he looked into your eyes “It would be a honor for me. She is an amazing kid, I would love nothing more than to call her my daughter.”

“As I would love nothing more than to call you her father.” you whispered the small confession and he gave you a boyish grin.

“You know-” his smile turned into a flirty smirk that just made you weak on the knees every time “-that would mean I’d have to be something more to you too, right?”

“Yeah, the only drawback right?” you chuckled and he shook his head.

“Are you kidding me? I’d be bragging to everyone if the mother of my child was such a bomb!” he grinned widely and you bit your lip, chuckling.

“Yeah right.” you scoffed and he gave you a look.

“Don’t make me fight you on this, (Y/n). You know I’d definitely win this. I have my ways.”

“Which include?” you raised an eyebrow suggestively and you saw his eyes darken for a minute.

“Oh you’d like to know sweetheart?”

“Perhaps?” you shrugged innocently and he laughed.

“I’d love to do so too but- not with a kid walking around. Maybe when she’s asleep, I’d love to show you.” he winked and you chuckled.

“You’re such a flirt.” you shook your head, jumping when you felt his hand on your back; not having realized when he came close to you.

“Oh princess, I’m not flirting.” his face got closer to yours “I’m giving you a promise.”

oh no

Oh, no. Oh, no.

Bitty claps his hands to his face and feels the heat rising in his cheeks. There are many, many things in this world he’s learned to withstand: Georgia summers, frat-boy stenches, French lessons. But never has he truly felt he’d found his kryptonite until this moment. He may never recover. He may not even survive.

A little girl with pigtails is wobbling on the ice, looking down at her feet as she concentrates on balancing from step to sliding step. Next to her, on his knees and steadying her with a hand, is Jack Zimmermann, his face as kind as Bitty’s ever seen, his smile soft as he murmurs encouraging words to her. On this side of the boards, Bitty can’t hear what he’s saying, but he doesn’t have to. The gentle glow in Jack’s eyes tells him everything.

Then a boy, skinny in oversized hockey pads, is grabbing Jack around the shoulders and pulling at him. Jack goes tumbling over onto his ass. The boy laughs; the girl wavers but stays upright. Jack beams at her, says a word of encouragement. She glows.

Bitty nearly loses his footing, and he isn’t even on the ice. Nothing this cute should exist without warnings. He’s done for.

Dating Peter Parker would include

A/N: some cute follower requested this!! It made me so happy adsljskdj :) hope it’s good enough!! This ended up being pretty long, but I have so many more things that I wanted to add in here :( So probs at some point I’ll make a part two, if you guys want it :)

Dating Peter Parker would include:

Him being extremely awkward around you before you two started dating

  • Like you’d see him walking across the hallway 
  • And you’d give him a sweet smile and say hi to him
  • And he’d just stop walking, completely shocked
  • Because you were talking to him
  • And he’d try to act like he didn’t have a huge crush on you
  • Oh, h-hi… Hi, (Y/N)
  • And he’d try to look cool by leaning on the locker next to him
  • But it’d turn out to be not as close as he thought
  • So he’d probably fall over
  • And you’d help him get back up, slightly laughing
  • I’m s-sorry, oh my God I must look ridiculous right now. You must think I’m so dumb, oh my God-
  • And you’d just put your hand on your shoulder, which made him shut up and look at you in shock
  • It’s okay, Peter. I’m really clumsy, too.
  • He’d just laugh, relieved because you didn’t think he was dumb, or made fun of him.

One of these times he’d actually gain enough courage to ask you out

  • You’d happily accept, secretly nervous because you’d have a tiny little crush on him
  • And he’d be literally exploding with happiness
  • Because he got a date with the girl of his dreams
  • So you two would be having dinner when his phone went off
  • I’m so sorry, (Y/N), but I have to go. I promise I’ll make it up to you.
  • And he’d give you a kiss on the cheek before running off

So the next day at school, he approaches you, with a worried look on his face

  • I’m so sorry about last night. I hope you’re not mad. Although i would understand that. Are you mad? Oh my God, you totally are. I’m so sorry, I messed up, I-
  • I’m not mad, Pete.”
  • He’d stop his rant and give you the most surprised look ever.
  • You’re not?
  • Nah, I’m just worried. What happened? Is everything okay?
  • And he’d be still shocked because he stood you up on your first date and you weren’t angry at him, but asking is everything was okay.
  • So he quickly made something up, because he just couldn’t tell you that he was spider-man
  • Uh… Yeah, it’s just… Uh… My aunt got sick? Yeah, yeah, she got sick.
  • Okay… sounds fake but I’ll let it go, only because I actually like you and I would like to go out with you again.

Fast forward to like your third fourth date and he’s walking you home, the two of you holding hands

  • Hey, (Y/N)? I have to tell you something.
  • I have to tell you something too. On three?
  • So you’d count to three
  • I’m spider-man.” “I really like you.
  • YOU’RE WHAT?!” “You like me?
  • So you’d make him come to your room and tell you everything about being the spider-man
  • And after that there’d be this super awkward silence
  • So he’d just go “So… you like me?” with a cocky little smirk on his face
  • Oh, as if you hadn’t noticed, Parker.” 
  • You’d try to hide your embarrassment and your blushing cheeks
  • Which didn’t work
  • You’re cute when you blush.
  • So you’d blush even more
  • And Peter would just softly kiss you
  • And once he pulled back he’d have the most loving look on his eyes.
  • Will you be my girlfriend?
  • About damn time that you asked, Parker.
  • And you would just kiss him
  • Happy that you could finally call him your boyfriend
  • And he’d be over the moon as well, because he finally got to date the girl of his dreams
Daddy is the BEST

*Daddy and I are in a call just doing our own stuff*

Daddy: *playing games*

Me: *looking through my phone*

Daddy: Princess

Me: Yes Daddy?

Daddy: You’re the best little girl! You’re amazing, wonderful, beautiful, perfect, adorable, sweet, caring, and I love you soooo much!!

Me: *makes squeaking noises* *flails around* *blushes like crazy* *wiggles around* *smiles bunches* *giggles* *hides face* Dadddddddyyyy!!

Daddy: Yes kitten?

Me: I love YOU sooooooo much!!! You’re the bestest ever!!!!

Daddy: Cutie!

Me: *giggles* nuuu you!!!

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twenty

Summary: Your adoption is finalised and you get to know your new extended family at what you think is an Independence Day party. Genevieve corners you on your way back to the party, and Danneel helps you escape and relax when it all gets too much
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, JJ, Donna, Gino, Danneel (mentioned extended Ackles/Graul family)
Words: 3.5k
Warnings: fluff, f/f kissing, mildly nsfw chat
Beta: @blacksiren

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