me getting ready to pray for all of you lost souls

heaven is a place on earth (m)

↳ crossroads demon au

pairing: shin hoseok | reader
genre: fluff, slight crack, smut.
word count: 10,669
description: “Hey there sweetheart, you called? How may I help you today?” Calling upon a crossroads demon might’ve been the best decision you’ve ever made in life. At least until it involves pizza.
author’s note: this was too tempting to write… thank @jiminscreaming​ for convincing me to do it.

Originally posted by bunnywonho

Waiting for the pizza to arrive wanes on your patience, and much to your immense displeasure, you can’t help but pout on the floor, hoping that the damn pizza will arrive soon. Not that you would ever complain about Changkyun, but you were certainly considering it from the amount of time he’s been taking to arrive to your place. It isn’t even like he should get lost he’s actually been to your place to deliver pizzas more times than you’d ever admit.

But before you can dial the number to the pizza place just to ask about the status of your pizza, there’s a knock and doorbell at your door which you excitedly rise for and rush toward the door.

Unfortunately, the sight behind it is not Changkyun with your beloved pizza, but a silver and blue-haired demon that you can’t help but glower at despite the confusion you have at seeing him donning a red and white cap with the pizza logo on it or the fact that he’s holding a box of pizza in his hand.

“Wonho, what the hell? Where’s my pizza? If you do not quit your shit, I swear I will find a way to cut your tail off. I don’t even care if you don’t have one either. Grow one or some shit.” You growl the moment he appears in your doorway.

With that goddamn smirk curving on his lips, he replies, “Try it, sweetheart. I like it kinky.”

He’s a demon from your own personal hell, and this is literally speaking.

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Krasivaya-Chapter 10

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Powers: Jean from X-Men with immortality and Healing. 

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Song: Metric- Help im alive

There was one bed. One bed in this shitty Podunk apartment. One fucking bed between you and Bucky, and you were ready to murder Maria and Fury. You were going to claw their eyes out, fuck with their brains so hard they would be begging for mercy.

Nervously fidgeting with the cloak you are wearing, turning a bright red as the images of exactly what you would like to do to Bucky flash through your brain, you groan out loud.

It catches Bucky’s attention as he enters the apartment. Following your gaze, he stops dead in his track. “I’ll take the floor.”

Scoffing, you turn away to hide your embarrassment and red flush of arousal. “Don’t be ridiculous, you can’t sleep on the floor the entire time we’re stuck here.” Your voice is quivering.

He seems to contemplate this for a second before he replies with a curt, “Fine.” His jaw clenching as some unknown emotion seems to gnaw at him.

You’d been in the air for 24 hours, exhaustion makes itself known in the flagging of your body. You felt disgusting and needed to clean up before you passed out for your eight hours. Grabbing a bag, you move into the bathroom. Crinkling your nose at the manky surroundings, you sigh as you turn on the shower. As you wait for the water to reach a temperature which doesn’t mimic frozen arctic, you unzip the bag Steve packed for you, and nearly climb out of your skin.

You were going to murder him. Headlines would read of the fall of Captain America at the hands of the angry Immortal on whom he’d played the worst prank imaginable.

The bastard had packed the sexiest clothing you owned. It was all sheer lace and tight fitting.

Your usual pajamas, comfy and well-worn, were nowhere to be found. Instead, you were stuck with one of Steve’s flannel shirts, which hit you mid thigh and barely left anything to the imagination.

That was it. It had finally happened, you were going to kill them all. No questions asked. No bodies would ever be found. You knew, deep down in your soul knew, Nat had some hand in this as well.

Panicked and tired, you try desperately to find any sign of pants that don’t cling to your curvaceous form like a second skin. You come up empty handed. Resigned to the fact that you were going to be half naked, sleeping in the same bed as the man you wanted to ride into oblivion, you strip out of your suit and step into the shower, hoping against hope that Bucky wouldn’t recoil in horror when you walked out the bathroom.

Donning the dreaded shirt, and zipping up your bag, you give yourself a pep talk. You can do this. It’s just flesh. Why would he care?

Fucking Steve. God you hated them all.

Shaking yourself, you open the bathroom door and stride out, looking at your feet and trying to tug the shirt down.

Bucky doesn’t seem to notice because as soon as he hears you approach the first word he says are, “We’ll set up the equipment in the morning, I’m dead ass tired and I’m…” he trails off, eyes wide as he takes in your half dressed form. “Krasivaya..” his voice pitched low.

You recoil as if stung, knowing for certain he’s mocking you. You hear the little voice in your head spews insults while you wait for Bucky to do the same. When did that voice start to sound like… Melissa?

“Where..” he licks at his dry lips. “Where are the rest of your clothes?”

Your heart drops. “Steve packed for me.” It’s a  simple answer, but it’s the only one you’ve got to give. Saying nothing else, you move toward the bed, throwing the covers back and getting in with haste.

Bucky is mumbling to himself, having taken the opportunity to get undressed while you were in the shower. He’s wearing nothing but sweat pants, slung low on his hips.

Hysterical laughter bubbles inside you which you fight down. You know you aren’t getting any sleep tonight.

He says nothing as he settles beside you, keeping a good distance between you.

You hunch into yourself, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

He seems to notice because he sighs and pulls you toward him, pressing his warm chest into your back.

You nearly purr at the contact, getting uncomfortably damp at the feel of his every muscle pressed into you. You squirm slightly trying to alleviate the tension building inside you.

Bucky hisses and snaps. “Lie still. I can’t sleep with you squirming.”

Embarrassed beyond human comprehension, you settle. While you lay there, exhausted, turned on, so full of anxiety you want to scream, you pray these next two weeks would go by quickly.

You’re startled awake by a low moan coming from the man behind you. His very prominent erection is grinding against your ass in the most delicious manner. The shirt you’re wearing has been pushed up to below your breasts by Bucky’s metal hand which slides lazily down, coming to rest on your pubic bone. Moans fall freely from his lips.

It’s the most sinful thing you’ve ever heard.

You let out a whimper as a particularly hard thrust of his hips widens your legs further. His panty destroying thigh forcing its way between your knees. When his flesh hand sneaks beneath you, wrapping under your torso, it gives you a jolt but it’s the sudden grasping of your breast which makes you hiss in pleasure.

As he drives his hips into you, you’re lost in a haze of desire, fighting the urge to roll him over and give into every carnal desire. Your hips are rocking back onto him out of their own accord, grinding into the thick rod wedged between your cheeks. Reaching back you grab onto his thrusting back side, feeling the muscles expand and contract as he increases his pace.

His teeth find the pleasure point on your neck, sinking into the flesh.

You moan in earnest, head falling back.

Bucky’s mumbling unintelligibly, snippets of Russian phrases making it into your head.

You reach down to your center, desperate to relieve the ache he created, you slip your fingers inside your underwear. It’s wrong. So deliciously wrong. You know you need to stop it, but you can’t. It’s too good. Feels too right. You gasp as your fingers find your clit, circling in time with Bucky’s thrusts. You can feel the peak. It’s so close, mounting inside you, threatening to overwhelm you with pleasure of it. Arching into Bucky, you whimper, “Bucky please!”

His movements stall.

You hold your breath, thinking he’s woken up.

Instead, his grip on your waist tightens, metal hand skimming to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs to grant him better access. His thrusts speed up, grunting as his release approaches.

You’re right there with him, moaning freely as the coil threatens to snap.

Two more thrusts and he’s cumming, moaning low in his throat a, “(y/n),” slipping past his lips.

You gasp as your orgasm overwhelms you, mind caught with Bucky’s voice as he moans your name.

He goes limp beside you, his breathing harsh and labored.

Your mind reels, confusion swimming through you. What the fresh fuck just happened? Turning around slowly, Bucky is fast asleep, hair splayed across his face. He’s rolled to his back, but his hand is still under you, clinging to your waist. You knew you would never be able to forget this. You would also never be able to look Bucky in the eye again.

He sighs, the sound one of complete happiness, and jerks his arm toward his body, taking you with him.

Locked to his chest, you sigh. Apparently he was as cuddly as Steve.


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I Give Up - part 27 (A Baekhyun Series)

You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.

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They Never Told Him [Dick Grayson x Reader]

A/N: Part two of ‘They Never Told You’. I was meant to put it in with the first part but it’s WAY too long. Also, I could crush more hearts. Sorrynotsorry.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader x Barbara Gordon

Word Count: 1112

@the-singing-canary @saramdeuli @schninner-writes-some-stuff @dc-comics-imagines 



Your death hit everyone hard, but no one took it harder than Dick. When the hideout exploded with you inside, he screamed. He screamed like every bone in his body broke. It took everyone to stop him from running there into the destruction. It pained them, but they knew you wouldn’t want them to get hurt, especially Dick.

Searching for your body was difficult, but what was even more heartbreaking was that Dick was the one who found it. He recognized you immediately, even when there wasn’t much of you to identify with. His lips wobbled as his knees buckled and he fell beside your body. He shook as grief overtook him.

He should’ve been there. He should’ve saved you. It should’ve been him, not you. He had lost his parents, and he had prayed to every God he knew not to take someone else away, especially not you.

But the Gods never heard his prayers, and they ripped you from his arms too.

They never told him fate was as cruel as this.

The sky was clear and sunny, there was not a cloud above. Dick hated it, it was your funeral, the sky should be dark and gloomy. There should be growls of thunder from the distance as the darkening clouds threaten to rain hell upon them, but instead, they got sunshine and rainbows, with birds chirping joyously in the background.

The ceremony was small and private. There were only a few people that attended, and it made him sad. You were an amazing person who always brought light and happiness into people’s life, at least into his life. There should be more.

Even when everyone left, he stayed and stared at the grave. Walking away meant finally letting you go, and he wasn’t ready to do that. He wasn’t going to let you go, ever.

They never told him of a tragedy like this.

Days strung past, slowly, unbearably. Your presence was woven into the manor, where Dick was staying for the time being. They didn’t allow him to go on patrol, not until he got himself together, something he thought would be impossible.

You haunted him, surely you did. How else could he explain your laughter etched in his mind, your smile in rooms you were often found in and your touch whenever he felt alone. It was similar to when he had lost his parents, but back then he had you, who understood him and held him up, just as he did with you.

They never told him he would be as weak as this.

Dick found himself holding onto a piece of you constantly–an item you owned, a photo, even your old school assignments you left around the manor. He held onto anything he could. Some may see it was sad and pathetic, but he didn’t care. He was a mess.

You would be disappointed, that’s for sure. He could bet his life that you were frowning down upon him from above, in the realm of angels and saints, where a precious, pure soul like yours belonged.

They never told him friends left like this.

It was strange; you never know what you want until it’s finally lost. Dick felt that way towards you, for he never knew how much he actually needed you until you were gone. It wasn’t just your comforting word and your smile either, it was your… love. He desired your love, something which he never noticed before, not until it was taken from him.

His heart was desperate for you. It thrashed around in his chest, crying and screaming for the woman who stayed by his side through thick and thin, and no matter what, always returned to him.

They never told him regret feels like this.

He realized how blind he was. At first he was confused and shocked, but now he knew why; he was in love with you, he still is, and he didn’t know how long those feelings would stay. He doubt they would ever go away.

He didn’t know how such a feeling slipped from his mind. He vaguely recalled a time when things were different, when you were still the orphan Bruce took in, and his heart did flips. You had him smitten from the very first day, but he held the feelings inside of him for so long it seemed as if it was normal, for he didn’t believe they were returned.

That was why he never noticed them, because he convinced himself that being your best friend, no matter how painful it was, was enough.

It wasn’t enough, but it was too late for that now.

They never told him the worst part of this.

“Hey.” Dick whispered, sitting in front of your grave. He visited as much as he could, but recently he had been visiting less because he finally got his act together and went out there again. Bludhaven needed him and no matter how crushed he felt, he had a job to do and he was going to do it right.

“Sorry I haven’t visited in awhile, I’ve been busy.” He apologized, feeling a pang in his heart at the silence that followed. He continued, “I… I broke up with Babs, I don’t think I could stand being in the relationship any longer, not when–” he swallowed thickly, trying to will himself not to cry, “not when I don’t love her.”

He could imagine your look; your gorgeous eyes wide and curious as you demanded who stole his heart this time. You would’ve laughed if he said it had been stolen all along, and he could only imagine your blushing face when he would tell you that you were the one who stole it.

The scenario played itself over and over again in his head, finally causing those tears to fall because he knew it was never going to occur.

“Y-You know… I never got to tell you this but I’ll tell you now.” Dick confessed in a broken voice. “I love you. I love you so much [F/N]… I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize it before, I’m sorry–” he choked on his words, “please come back. You do-don’t have to forgive me, but please come back.”

He leaned forward, resting his head against the tombstone. His sobs were too loud in the silent cemetery. “I miss you… I want to see you ag-again. I-I want to see your smile, and hear your voice, and-and feel you hug me just-just–” he wiped his tears but they kept flowing, “just please. I miss you, I need you.”


They never told him love was going to be like this.

The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot:  The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

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Suicide Squad: The Album Starters

Purple Lamborghini.

  • ‘ murder on my mind. ’
  • ‘ it’s time to pray to God. ’
  • ‘ I might make a mistake ’
  • ‘ this is Gotham City. ’
  • ‘ got that purple Lamborghini lurkin’. ’
  • ‘ forgive me for my wrongs, I have just begun. ’
  • ‘ don’t be beggin’ for your life ‘cause that’s a lost cause. ’
  • ‘ make up your mind, baby, 'cause the time is here. ’
  • ‘ need a couple gang members for these new endeavors. ’
  • ‘ from this point on anything we do we do together. ’
  • ‘ seven figures, I spend that every other month. ’
  • ‘ every day was life and death, that’s when the cash came. ’

Sucker For Pain.

  • ‘ i torture you. ’
  • ‘ take my hand through the flames. ’
  • ‘ i’m a slave to your games. ’
  • ‘ i wanna chain you up. ’
  • ‘ i wanna tie you down. ’
  • ‘ i’m just a sucker for pain. ’
  • ‘ i got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles. ’
  • ‘ pressure from the man got us all in rebellion? ’
  • ‘ we gon’ go to war, yeah, without failure. ’
  • ‘ love and the loyalty that’s what we stand for. ’
  • ‘ alienated by society. ’
  • ‘ all this pressure give me anxiety. ’
  • ‘ so we put the world on our shoulders. ’
  • ‘ you don’t know me. ’
  • ‘ we’re the ones you trust in. ’
  • ‘ I won’t hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion. ’
  • ‘ devoted to destruction ’
  • ‘ a full dosage of detrimental dysfunction ’
  • ‘ see I’m a fool for pain ’
  • ‘ that’s why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul ’
  • ‘ this is what we wanted from a young age ’


  • ‘ all my friends are heathens. ’
  • ‘ take it slow. ’
  • ‘ wait for them to ask you who you know. ’
  • ‘ please don’t make any sudden moves. ’
  • ‘ you don’t know the half of the abuse. ’
  • ‘ we check the guns at the door. ’
  • ‘ doesn’t mean our brains will change. ’
  • ‘ how’d I get here, sitting next to you? ’
  • ‘ please don’t forget. ’
  • ‘ we don’t deal with outsiders very well. ’
  • ‘ they say newcomers have a certain smell. ’
  • ‘ you have trust issues. ’
  • ‘ they say they can smell your intentions. ’
  • ‘ why’d you come? ’
  • ‘ you knew you should have stayed. ’
  • ‘ I tried to warn you just to stay away. ’
  • ‘ they’re outside ready to bust.’
  • ‘ it looks like you might be one of us.’

Standing in the Rain.

  • ‘ i saw you standing in the rain. ’
  • ‘ you were holding his hand. ’
  • ‘ i’ll never be the same. ’
  • ‘ dressed like a playboy. ’
  • ‘ the money eases everybody’s mind. ’
  • ‘ i should have known when you stole money. ’
  • ‘ slide your panties to the side. ’
  • ‘ i got old money. ’


  • ‘ i need a gangsta to love me better than all the others do. ’
  • ‘ always forgive me. ’
  • ‘ ride or die with me. ’
  • ‘ i’m fucked up. ’
  • ‘ i’m black and blue. ’
  • ‘ i’m built for it, all the abuse. ’
  • ‘ i got secrets that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ i don’t want what i can get. ’
  • ‘ i want someone with secrets that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ my freakness is on the loose. ’
  • ‘ running all over you. ’
  • ‘ take me to places that nobody knows. ’
  • ‘ you got me hooked up on a feeling ’
  • ‘ i’m barely breathing. ’
  • ‘ don’t let me go. ’

Know Better.

  • ‘ you should know better. ’
  • ‘ i’m a winner. ’
  • ‘ now we’re getting it for real. ’
  • ‘ shoulda left you right there where i met you. ’
  • ‘ i’m a bread winner. ’
  • ‘ no talkin’. ’
  • ‘ we finish it. ’
  • ‘ some say i’m ignorant. ’
  • ‘ maybe i’m different. ’
  • ‘ looked at you like you were special. ’
  • ‘ somebody called a riot? ’
  • ‘ teach them how to trust one another. ’
  • ‘ all we have is us. ’
  • ‘ shit like this is hard to come by. ’

You Don’t Own Me.

  • ‘ you don’t own me. ’
  • ‘ i can always have just what i want. ’
  • ‘ she’s the baddest. ’
  • ‘ i would love to flaunt. ’
  • ‘ take her shopping, you know yves saint laurent? ’
  • ‘ she got her own dough. ’
  • ‘ i’m not just one of your many toys. ’
  • ‘ don’t say i can’t go with other boys. ’
  • ‘ don’t tell me what to do. ’
  • ‘ don’t tell me what to say. ’
  • ‘ when i go out with you don’t put me on display. ’
  • ‘ don’t try to change me in anyway. ’
  • ‘ don’t tie me down cause i’d never stay. ’
  • ‘ i get bored of basic bitches. ’
  • ‘ straight up vicious. ’
  • ‘ i texted her asking her if she’s alone and if she’d send some pictures.. ’
  • ‘ she said no. ’
  • ‘ she said come over and see it for yourself. ’
  • ‘ independent woman. ’
  • ‘ stay up til we see the sun. ’
  • ‘ she does it better than I’ve ever seen it done. ’
  • ‘ that’s when she told me she ain’t never ever gonna be owned. ’

Without Me.

  • ‘ guess who’s back. ’
  • ‘ back again. ’
  • ‘ i’m chopped liver. ’
  • ‘ if you want shady this is what i’ll give ya ’
  • ‘ all the memories that we make will never change. ’
  • ‘ you waited this long. ’
  • ‘ now stop debating. ’
  • ‘ but it feels so empty without me. ’
  • ‘ I just settled all my lawsuits. ’
  • ‘ fuck you, debbie. ’
  • ‘ now this looks like a job for me. ’
  • ‘ so everybody, just follow me. ’
  • ‘ we need a little controversy. ’
  • ‘ little hellions. ’
  • ‘ feeling rebellious? ’
  • ‘ could start a revolution. ’
  • ‘ so just let me revel and back in the fact that i got everyone kissing my ass. ’
  • ‘ testing, attention please. ’
  • ‘ you sent for me? ’
  • ‘ nobody listens to techno. ’
  • ‘ i’ll be there with a whole list full of new insults. ’
  • ‘ i’m not the first king of controversy. ’
  • ‘ there’s a concept that works ’
  • ‘ it’ll be so empty without me. ’

Wreak Havoc.

  • ‘ they call me a menace. ’
  • ‘ they say that i’m cursed. ’
  • ‘ something about me is making them jealous ’
  • ‘ so listen and learn. ’
  • ‘ i’m surrounded by cowards. ’
  • ‘ that’s why i got all the power. ’
  • ‘ i’m where you wanna be. ’
  • ‘ all of my enemies made a decision, it’s better to follow me. ’
  • ‘ i make no apologies. ’
  • ‘ all of my sins I would repeat and repeat. ’
  • ‘ i’ll be me til the death of me. ’
  • ‘ i can smell your fear. ’
  • ‘ the only reason that i’m here is to wreak havoc. ’
  • ‘ everybody’s praying that i’ll change, yeah maybe one day but tomorrow i’ll be back at it. ’
  • ‘ bad habits they die hard ’
  • ‘ we live fast we die hard. ’
  • ‘ go against me you’ll die hard. ’
  • ‘ Thrive when I’m beating the man ’
  • ‘ straight outta context. ’
  • ‘ hate that you need me. ’
  • ‘ wanna destroy me but you can’t. ’
  • ‘ and if love is real maybe I’m just too bad to remember how good it feels ’

Medieval Warfare.

  • ‘ i’ve been looking for a diamond. ’
  • ‘ it shines like ice. ’
  • ‘ baby you can have it if you say it nice. ’
  • ‘ come on, baby, let’s do something ugly. something you would never touch yourself. ’
  • ‘ can you kill a man with your hands? ’
  • ‘ are you hot? ’
  • ‘ do you want me? ’
  • ‘ think i don’t understand? ’
  • ‘ i’ve been sleeping with a rifle. ’
  • ‘ come on, baby, let’s do something pretty. something you would never touch yourself. ’

Bohemian Rhapsody.

  • ‘ Is this the real life? ’
  • ‘ Is this just fantasy? ’
  • ‘ no escape from reality. ’
  • ‘ i need no sympathy ’
  • ‘ because i’m easy come, easy go. ’
  • ‘ mama, i just killed a man. ’
  • ‘ put a gun against his head pulled my trigger now he’s dead. ’
  • ‘ now i’ve gone and thrown it all away. ’
  • ‘ didn’t mean to make you cry. ’
  • ‘ if i’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on. ’
  • ‘ send shivers down my spine. ’
  • ‘ body’s aching all the time. ’
  • ‘ i don’t want to die. ’
  • ‘ i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all. ’
  • ‘ i see a little silhouetto of a man. ’
  • ‘ thunderbolts and lightning very, very frightening.  ’
  • ‘ nobody loves me. ’
  • ‘ he’s just a poor boy from a poor family. ’
  • ‘ so you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? ’
  • ‘ nothing really matters. ’

Slippin’ Into Darkness.

  • ‘ I was slippin’ into darkness when they took my friend away. ’
  • ‘ he loves to drink good whiskey. ’
  • ‘ i talk to my brother. ’
  • ‘ i got a wife and a baby. ’
  • ‘ I was slippin’ into darkness when I heard my mother say. ’
  • ‘ you’ve been slippin’ into darkness. ’
  • ‘ pretty soon you’re gonna pay. ’

Fortunate Son.

  • ‘ some folks are born made to wave the flag. ’
  • ‘ they point the cannon at you. ’
  • ‘ it ain’t me. ’
  • ‘ i ain’t no senator’s son. ’
  • ‘ i ain’t no fortunate one. ’
  • ‘ some folks are born silver spoon in hard. ’
  • ‘ don’t they help themselves? ’
  • ‘ the house looks like a rummage sale. ’
  • ‘ I ain’t no millionaire’s son. ’
  • ‘ how much should we give? ’

I Started a Joke.

  • ‘ I started a joke. ’
  • ‘ But I didn’t see that the joke was one me. ’
  • ‘ Oh, if I’d only seen that the joke was on me. ’

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  • Get ready for some Neurosurgeon Jihoon
  • voted number one hardass by the interns, they all pray they don’t get him, they all would sell their souls to not get Jihoon has their attending surgeon
  • makes at least one resident or intern cry every day
  • he’s small but he’s terrifying
  • although terrifying, was voted best neurosurgeon in the hospital, unlike Seungcheol’s poll this one was valid and Jihoon has the article to prove it
  • has soft music playing when he’s in surgery
  • under a lot of stress all the time, even when he doesn’t need to be
  • doesn’t know what vacation or break time means
  • gets roped every year into being an elf for Santa Seungcheol
  • striving to be head of neurosurgeon which everyone believes he will get anyways
  • didn’t sleep for 2 days and was found talking to the coffee vending machine
  • “Jihoon maybe you should take a rest in the on call room”
  • cue maniac laughter and everyone in the hallway freezing because it’s the scariest sound they’ve ever heard
  • gives his interns a hard time, not because he doesn’t like them, but because he believes they need to learn how hard the job is and that not everyone is going to be saved
  • forces interns to practice stitching on an orange, and they must be able to complete 10 perfectly stitched oranges before they can step in an operating room with him
  • can often be found bickering with Seungcheol about something he’s doing
  • on his break, he was coded a code red in the pediatric unit (he recently had a patient discharged to that unit for recovery), and he was RUNNING
  • when he got there, all he got was this smiley Seungcheol with ten kids and a little girl in the middle crying
  • turns out the little girl’s stuffed puppy got ripped up and Seungcheol knew a very good surgeon in the hospital
  • Jihoon is grumbling because now he’s spending his break ‘giving surgery’ to a stuffed dog, he does give a small smile in the end with the little girl hugs Jihoon for saving her dog
  • Seungcheol saw the smile but decided against to give him shit about it (he did it in the break room later)
  • Known as the ‘single for life” guy because he’s always working
  • as much of a hardass he can be on the interns, he does that thing where he gives words of wisdom
  • cue Jeonghan laughing in the background like “stop trying to make yourself look cool”
  • “I’M NOT”
  • In the building, you’re a grief counselor, much to Jihoon’s distaste
  • your job requires you to not only deal with patients who experience a loss, but you’re also required to work with several doctors who have lost their patients as well as evaluate their emotional state
  • in all your years of working, you’ve never got the chance to talk to Jihoon, in all honesty, he avoids you like the plague
  • not because he doesn’t like you, noo, he finds you beautiful, but he also thinks, why should he waste time spewing his feelings or what not when he can be working
  • you finally decide that this year would be the year that you talk to Jihoon and evaluate him properly for the records
  • but every time you see him in the hallway, he always turns around and walks in the opposite direction
  • it isn’t until one day you catch him in the elevator, “Jihoon! Wonderful, I think we should sit down and talk about past grievances as well as present ones. You know the board directors require this of my job.”
  • For a job dealing with death and loss, Jihoon finds your personality a bit too chipper for him
  • “No.” That’s all he says before he leaves the elevator
  • “Come by my office at 1:30, if you don’t, I’ll make sure the hospital knows of your unstable health. You’ll be on leave for 2-3 weeks if I send that report!”
  • 1:30 comes around and just as you’re about to fill out a non-compliant report, Jihoon walks in with a scowl
  • Once again, Jihoon believes your attitude is too chipper for your job and the thirty minutes of your personality is wearing him out
  • “One last question, are you in a relationship”
  • “No.”
  • “Relationships are a vital signs of moving on, do you think your various losses are reasons for your struggles with relationships.”
  • “No. We’re done now.”
  • Jihoon just ups and leaves and as astonished as you are about his actions, you kind of grin as he leaves because well he’s kind of cute
  • You don’t really leave him alone after that, often walking with him as he looks over his charts, talking to him, getting him coffee, you two even ride home together or get food together in the cafeteria
  • Without him knowing, you’ve suddenly become his girlfriend and the whole hospital is whispering about it
  • “how did jihoon get a girlfriend before me, this isn’t fair”
  • “shhh he’s coming”
  • Finally ask Jeonghan why everyone is looking at him weird and always whispering
  • “It’s because the single for life Jihoon is suddenly not so single anymore. When did you and Y/N start dating.”
  • “What.”
  • And it just kind of dawns on him that you two spend a lot more time together, and he really doesn’t mind getting off of work anymore because he always finds you waiting outside for him after his shifts
  • The title boyfriend and girlfriend just becomes this natural thing between you two that doesn’t really need verbal agreement, it just happened.
  • Jihoon smiles a lot more now and it’s creeping the interns out
  • Once ran into you while giving rounds with the interns, and everyone saw how sweet and nice he talked to you, and he smiled really big, and he did a small whine when you didn’t kiss him and now the interns have to wash their eyes with bleach
  • The interns now use you as a shield, like intern Chan who was on the verge of being scolded by Jihoon, ran into your room and when Jihoon came in after, he just couldn’t yell so he glares at Chan before leaving and Chan just hides in your room for most of the day
  • You get used to interns hiding in your room
  • “Hey Jihoon can you cover my shift this weekend”
  • “No Y/N and I are going on a short trip”
  • Everyone does a big gasp and it falls silent
  • Jihoon always just melts when he sees you in the hallway, like his stomach fills with butterflies and his heart is just throbbing really bad
  • Now that you’re his girlfriend, grief counselor Joshua has to step in and evaluate Jihoon, you really have to force Jihoon into the room for him to do it
  • Got really jealous in the beginning of your relationship, he barged into a patients room while you were working like
  • “Why are you always with Joshua”
  • “I’m with a patient right now Jihoon”
  • “Does Joshua like you, you need to tell him to stop clinging around you.”
  • You have this smirk on your face, “Why? Because I’m yours?”
  • Jihoon’s really red now and the patient is all into this because wow it’s like a kdrama and Jihoon lets out a meek “yes”
  • “Joshua is a grief counselor also, Jihoon. Just like how you work with other neurosurgeons, I work with other grief counselors. But it’s cute seeing you flustered and call me yours.”
  • All in all, small neurosurgeon Jihoon is a flustered little boy head over heels for you that it scares the interns and everyone. He loves his breaks and days off that he can spend with you, and he’s always caught waiting for you like a puppy and it’s adorable.

Hello Tumblr. My name is Alex. I identify as FTM Transgender and I survived EX gay conversion therapy. I’m here to tell my story- A while back in 2011 for my 11th grade year of high school, my mother sent me to a Christian private school called Calvary Chapel. That was bad enough on its own with the constant states and remarks, being accused and disciplined for acts I didn’t do, and rebelling against the uniform code to wear pants instead of a skirt. Calvary Chapel was a bad enough place on its own but I also soon came to find out they held ex gay conversion therapy there courtesy of Exodus International, a cult which luckily closed its doors a couple years back because the main man admitted he still likes dudes. Let me put it out there that I like women and was out as lesbian at the time, but secretly I identified as Trans because If I had come out as Trans to my family I would probably be DEAD. So my mother literally tricks me, tells me we’re going out to eat and then instead takes me to my school. I knew what was up so I started to run. She chased after me grabbed me, held me down and dragged me into the conference room, and said “you better change your disgusting sinner ways” and left me there with this older blonde woman staring at me. I had no idea what the hell was happening so I said “where am I!?” The women said “you’re going to be converted to being straight by me, your mentor. Your mother thought it would be best to put you in gay conversion therapy” immediately I rose up and screamed “I was FORCED to go here you can’t make me!” The women said “your parents have every right to bring you here and there is no law stating they can’t they’re doing what’s best for you and your soul.” By that time I was about freaked out and ready to go, but instead I broke down crying my eyes out for the rest of the session basically staying silent otherwise. Future appointments consisted of me going straight to therapy after Christian school. Hiding my face incase anyone knew where I was going. Therapy was starting to shame me. Normal every day therapy would be starting out reading a verse from the bible, reciting it three times and asking God for my forgiveness. Then we would go over my conversion homework (which I will get into later), then she would make me lay down on a table while she prayed over me. She would ask me things like “have you had any lesbian urges?” “What do you think God thinks of those?” “What will happen if you act on those urges?” Afterwards she would sit me down in front of a computer and make me watch some type of hypnotism therapy. Daily, it was over and over “you will go to hell if you are gay” “why would you want to live the gay lifestyle” it also literally looked like hypnotism on the screen, not only that but the women would hypnotize me herself, which is partially why I’m having trouble recollecting my memories of this. A lot of it I blacked out during. Onto the homework. The homework consisted of huge pamphlets that I would have to read every day. All of stories of gay people who fell to their sin, or people who successfully “became straight”. After every story I would have to answer a page of questions such as, “what should John have done to control his homosexual urges” and “what would you have done in his situation” “WHY is homosexuality a sin and what will happen if you act on it” being as scared as I was at the time it actually started getting to me. For a while I rebelled and wrote “nothing nothing nothing” or “homosexuality isn’t a sin” but eventually I became afraid, the “therapy” started “working” and I wrote things like “I will go hell” “that character died and became a drug addict because they were gay” “that character went to college and got married because they were straight” and so on. One time I asked the woman who was counseling me, “have you ever been gay?” She gave me a long look and said, “never tell anyone.” “I used to be a lesbian but now I’m married.” I said, “have you ever even kissed a girl?” She said “no”. Right then she lost credibility to me that and it was sad. After every session she would make me read from the bible the verse where it says something like “nor the murderers, adulterers, or homosexuals, ect will enter the kingdom of heaven.” Don’t you like my word for word quote? Lol But seriously halfway through the year I hauled my ass out of there and stopped going because it started to have effects on me negatively. I became more suicidal, and the effects still last on me to this day. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night crying to my girlfriend asking her if I’m going to go to hell. I’m tied down by religion because I’m afraid of going to hell. This stuff did some serious damage to me, and although it might not be as bad as some of the stories out there I wanted to give people a look into what leelah alcorns life may have been like. When I heard of her passing I thought “that was me”. That’s why I want to put an end to conversion therapy! I need leelahs law to be passed! Please share my story. I want as many people to know the horrors and dangers of conversion therapy as possible.


Imagine: Corrin losing sense of self while in dragon form and their s/o tries to calm them down.

Notes: this is actually a prompt I’ve sent to other blogs but you know, it stuck with me and I was like, WHY NOT TRY IT MYSELF BECAUSE I QUITE LIKE THIS IDEA HMM so there you go.

Ft. Ryoma, Silas, Saizo, Jakob, Takumi, Kaze

Ryoma: The prince’s grip tightened on his weapon as he struggled with the heavy emotions of despair and apprehension. You were placed in charge of the East front, so having learned it was under heavy fire and suffering heavy casualties gave him much worry and anxiety. Although his heart screamed for him to rush to your immediate aid, his duty demanded him to stay put and finish his part in this battle. That was until a heavy grip landed on his shoulder and he turned to meet the eyes of his retainers.

“Go milord, we’ll handle this.” Saizo gave a stiff nod as he deflected a dagger from reaching the prince.

Sucking in a pained breath, Ryoma relented, sheathing Raijinto in one smooth move. “You have my thanks, Saizo, Kagero.” Borrowing a horse from a soldier, he rode as fast as he could, praying under his breath that you’re safe.

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“Remember when you thought you were in love with me?”

Summary: Y/N is in love with her best friend, but he already has a girlfriend.

A/N: This was the first one shot I wrote in English so I don’t really know if it’s any good, but many of you liked it on the old account so here it is again. Also, there won’t be a second part - I simply don’t feel like it would fit the story, sorry xx

”What about when I pushed you in the pool with all of your clothes on and you wouldn’t talk to me for three days? Or when I fell on my bike and you carried me all the way home? Or when you let me use my mother’s makeup on you?” It’s always like this at your sleepovers – basically just refreshing all your old memories from when you were younger. From when things weren’t so complicated and you weren’t in love with your best friend.

“I looked soooo good with red lipstick,” Calum laughs and you can’t help a smile either. You’re sure that his beautiful smile could light up the whole world and his laugh cure all sickness. And his eyes, oh god, his eyes, when you look into his chocolate brown eyes you feel yourself falling harder for the maori boy – if that’s even possible.

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Pregnancy is beautiful, despite what is said about cramps, cravings, how gross and fat you feel, how bad the kicks are, etc. Even with all of that, pregnancy is a blessing that many aren’t able to experience. Be grateful. 

September 2016- A baby was conceived and I had no idea. 

October 2, 2016 - I found out I was pregnant. At first, I was scared, I’ll admit. I had the thoughts “am I fit to be a mother?” and “Am I ready?” but that’s the thing, you are never going to be ready for a baby. After I realized that, my boyfriend and I were ecstatic. I was going to have a baby of my own! 

November 2016- I woke up with bleeding like a period, no cramps. My boyfriend rushed me to the hospital that day, I remember praying and crying on the way there. After about two hours, they took me to the back and I saw my baby for the first time. I got a little teary-eyed. My boyfriend and I created something beautiful. Nothing was wrong, it was just bleeding from the baby planting itself in the uterus. 

Also November 2016 (a few days later)- My boyfriend finally got to see the baby and once again, I cried. 

January 6, 2017- (16 weeks) I got the first picture with my baby bump! I loved my bump! (Everyday after that, it got a little bigger)

January 23, 2017- (18 weeks) We found out she was a little girl! I bawled my eyes out that day, I was so excited. A little mini-me! After the appointment, we went and bought a box and some pink balloons to give our family a little gender reveal. My boyfriend’s sister was also pregnant, a week/week and half ahead of me. She too was having a girl. I remember the vibe in the room was so happy and excited. 

January 28, 2017- (19 weeks) I woke up at 8am. I ate, and was just relaxing in bed. Nothing out of the ordinary. 10am, the cramps hit me. After about an hour or so, I called my mom, my boyfriend was out of town. She called the on-call doctor and she said take tylenol, drink four bottles of water, and take a warm bath and I would be fine. I did as told. The pain only got worse. Around 3pm, I started bleeding. I couldn’t get up at this point, I was in so much pain. My mom got home and demanded we go to the hospital, she called the abulance seeing as I couldn’t get up. They got there and so did my boyfriend’s parents. I was escorted to a hospital (unnamed for legal purposes idk), the worst hospital there is around my area. When I got there, the lady refused to believe that I was as far long as I said I was. She was very rude. Eventually, they got me into a room where they checked my baby’s heartbeat and then sent me to have a pelvis exam. NO PAIN MEDICINE AT ALL. Keep that in mind. After being checked, they sent me to a different floor, but wasn’t allowed to go to the Labor and Delivery floor because I wasn’t 20 weeks. The doctor I had was an absolute beast. She refused to do anything with me, she said there was nothing she could do, no pain medicine, no nothing. An ultrasound tech came in and mashed really hard on my stomach, I’ve never had an ultrasound hurt. She then told me that my cervix was opening and what I was feeling was contractions. I was in labor. My heart sank, it was too soon to be in labor. 

The beast of a doctor came back in with a “specialist” and they proceeded to tell me that my baby was going to die and they were not going to stop it. EXACT WORDS. I lost it at that point, my boyfriend had came as fast as he could back home and to the hospital. He was beside me when they said that, and I remember losing it and yelling to him “Don’t let them kill my baby! Please!” My boyfriend, my mom, my mother-in-law (almost) and myself were all crying by this time. My mom started arguing with them and my boyfriend asked if they could sign a paper to transfer me. The beast refused saying she didn’t want to be held responsible if something were to happen, so she wouldn’t allow me to leave. We had to sign a consent form to leave, saying whatever happens is on us and not them. 

Lovely nurses helped me get back to my mother-in-law’s van where my father-in-law was waiting. They were going to drive me to a different hospital that’s usually an hour away. My boyfriend was holding my hand and praying out loud the whole time, his whole family was. It was very comforting and it made my heart feel a little at ease. 

In 30 minutes, we were at the next hospital. A couple of nurses came out and one told me to get into the wheelchair, I cried and said I couldn’t move. She yelled “Do you want to have this baby in the van?!” and that’s all it took for me to muster up the strength to get up and move myself to the chair. They helped of course. 

They got me checked in and put me in a small room. A nurse came in and said that they would do all they could to save the baby if she came out alive, but if she didn’t then there was nothing they could do. I understood her, she was way better than the beast. She was very gentle and caring. Another ultrasound tech came in to take the baby’s heartbeat, and she couldn’t find one. Bless her soul, she told me it was because the baby had moved so far down. I knew the truth, my baby had died. My first child, the child I had carried for four months, the child I had planned for so much, the child I had (and still do) loved unconditionally and with all my heart. 

I had the nicest nurses when I was moved into an actual room. 26 hours of labor later, I had my baby girl. She was born on January 29, 2017. She weighed 11 ounces. She looked exactly like her father, down to a freckle on her chest. He had one in the same exact spot. Yes, I got to hold her, and so did he. I wish I could’ve met her while she was alive, but I was not being greedy at that moment. I was full of love and grief. Why my baby girl? Why me?

I cried on and off for days and days. We got her cremated and now she sits on our mantle in our new house we have together. We have pictures they took. 

If you have ever went through something stillbirth, or miscarriage, you can come talk to me. I didn’t stop crying until two weeks later. It’s OK to grieve. I promise you, if anyone tries to tell you different, then they don’t need to be in your life. Crying helps a lot, it at least helped me. Try to keep your mind occupied. Yes, you can think about it, but not every second. Trust me, it’s not healthy. To this day, I still miss my baby girl so so much. We are currently trying to conceive again, and I’m scared. What if it happens again? But I can’t think like that, I have to trust God and let him make the decisions. I just have to stay positive. I just wanted to share my story just in case someone out there has been through this, is going through this, or has had something similar happen to them. I AM HERE FOR YOU. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Please, please message me. Don’t give up hope, keep trying. I WILL HELP YOU!

- I’m sure I missed some things but I’ll just keep you updated if I did. I love anyone who took the time to read this, thank you. 

Jo xx

Fix You - Chapter Three

SPN FanFic

~ After being gone for months, Y/N has returned home to the boys with no memory of their life together.~

Reader, Dean, Sam

2,195 Words

Warnings: Angst, more of the same, little more pain, few more tears.

A/N: Huge thank you to @idreamofhazel who allowed me to talk out my issues the other day. This was about to be benched because I wasn’t feeling it. But I think I worked it out. Thanks Lindsee :)

Chapters: One ~ Two ~ Three ~ Four ~

Chapter Three - Coming Back:

“That’s really great news Y/N.” Sam was looking up at you from his chair in the library, a proud smile spread across his face. “And it just, came back to you?”

You nodded excitedly while Dean came around from behind you and made his way to the bar cart. “Yeah, well not everything came back,” he mumbled.

“He’s right,” you conceded, frowning a bit as you watched him pour a glass of whiskey. “It’s mostly kitchen stuff…”

“And you, Sam,” Dean grunted, taking a gulp of his drink. “She remembers your crappy taste in cereal.”

“Huh,” Sam sat back in his seat, thinking over the new information. “And what brought it back?”

“No idea. I was making sandwiches and then I opened the beer…”

Sam leaned forward, “Did you whack it against the table?”

You narrowed yours eyes at him suspiciously, “How did you know?”

He chuckled, running hand through his hair and down his cheek, scratching the scruff that darkened his jaw line. “Because that’s how you always open your beer, Y/N.”

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“Y/N!” Isaac shouted as he saw your body fall down the second floor, both of you sharing a mere glance before your body disappeared into the deep abyss, you screamed in fear of your undeniable and tragic fate, feeling the whole weight of your body being pulled by gravity. It was until you finally hit the floor that a strong wave of pain surrounded your bones, after that, there was nothing.

“No, no, no, no” Isaac rambled as he embraced your body in his, hearing a few bones of yours crack, making him sob loudly, but when he heard a soft heartbeat his eyes looked up at you, although you were still unconscious he didn’t lost faith “She’s still alive!” Isaac urged running towards Stiles’ Jeep.

The whole ride Isaac was shaking, holding his lover close as he mumbled a series of incoherent words, he was praying, praying it wasn’t late for her, because he couldn’t imagine a life without her, she had been there for him through it all, she gave him her hand to hold, she became everything for him.

As Isaac saw her disappear through the hospital doors with many nurses and a doctor around, he couldn’t help but drop to his knees and cry, he was broken. The love of his life would probably die and he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

Later on, when she was stable, Scott’s mom dropped the bomb.

She was in a coma.

Hundreds of things went through Isaac’s mind in the seconds after that, he was scared, being on a coma meant she was still alive, but for how long? Obviously, for Isaac and everyone else, her being on a coma wasn’t making things better.

“Can I see her?” He said but he didn’t heard himself as he did, although he knew what he had said. Melissa smiled sympathetically at the blue eyed werewolf before she gestured him to follow her.

As he walked alongside Melissa he felt as if every step he took was even more difficult to make than the other, he heard his own heartbeats, but they didn’t felt the same, they felt slower, as if his heart was only beating to keep him alive.

They stopped at Y/N’s room, Isaac stared at the door before embracing the cold metal doorknob in his palm and finally opened the door, he heard Melissa say something but didn’t paid attention as he walked further into the room, listening to the constant beeping of the machine.

It was then that he saw her.

Her body seemed even more fragile than before, now, she was had a tube going inside her mouth along with another tube going intravenously in one of the veins of her wrist. Isaac put a hand on the border of the bed, while he bit the other, trying to hold back his pain as he looked away.

He let the tears run as he finally took a seat at the side of her bed, he sneaked his hand beneath hers and give it a gentle squeeze and feeling her warmth as a reassurance to his heartbroken soul.

“You taught me how to love” he whispered “But you forgot to teach me how to live without you” at the end of that sentence his voice broke and he sobbed loudly before placing a tender kiss on the back of her hand.

A year later, Y/N was still in coma and Isaac tried to keep his faith alive, but after the fifth month his hopes died, he realized that she may never wake up, and even though it was hard, he knew he needed to move on.

So he stopped coming to the hospital, while Lydia-Y/N’s best friend since the first year of high school-still showed up in a daily basis, and of course, she was resentful that everyone lost hope that Y/N would wake up, specially Isaac, who swore he loved her more than himself multiple times.

Lydia was reading out loud for Y/N as always, they almost finished “Eleanor & Park” which she knew was Y/N’s favorite book. When she heard her voice.

“Lydia?” She called out groggily, as if she had just woke up from a long nap, Lydia’s heart stopped as her eyes found Y/N’s, for a moment she had forgotten how shiny her eyes were.

“You’re awake!” She exclaimed as the tears rolled down her cheeks as Y/N blinked several times, trying to adjust the light “Wait here” she urged before running away, leaving her confused friend behind.

What had happened?

After the doctor did some test, he said she was good to go once her parents signed up. While that happened, Lydia had to explain to her friend all the events that happened after her fall.

She had lost a whole year of her life.

That realization made her burst into tears, her friends and life itself was partcially lost, one of the things that hurt her the most was that Isaac had given up on her, but who could blame him?

Lydia held her close as she cried and screamed feeling helpless that she couldn’t do anything to ease her pain, everything she hold onto in her life had crumbled without her knowing.

The next day, Lydia helped her get ready for school, after pulling some strings here and there, she was ready to go back to school, although she was terrified, because just then she would realize how much things had changed.

As they arrived to school, Y/N realized how big the school actually was; at the sight of this, Lydia locked her arm with Y/N’s smiling sweetly in her direction, Y/N smiled back and took a deep breath before having the courage to actually go in.

Everyone was staring at the pair and whispering, Y/N kept her head up as she walked, and as they did the found their usual group chatting on the halls, oblivious of the girls’ presence, and even though Y/N’s heart began pounding against her chest she walked up to them and tapped Isaac’s shoulder.

When their eyes met, Isaac froze, not believing his own eyes, everyone were the same as Isaac, all eyes were on her.

“Thanks for staying by my side” Y/N spoke kindly, but the venom in her words was evident, Isaac gulped
“No, you know what? It’s all good, I’m also super thrilled you found confort in banging my other best friend Allison” now you turned to her, Allison seemed to shirk at your words. “By the way, how does that feel, Scott?”

“Y/N” Scott said trying to grab your arm, but you quickly jerked it away
“No, you know what? Fuck you guys” your spat at the group as you took a few steps back and left.

It was really hard to accept your new reality, you were angry and decided that you had enough of this bullshit, the old sweet Y/N had to die. So when you arrived home, you and Lydia started with the change.

Before leaving for school you studied yourself, you were using a pair of jean booty shorts, a white blouse with the first two buttons undone, showing way more cleavage than you used to along with ankle black boots and a red leather jacket.

You were the center of the male attention, and you loved that, of course your old group of friends were surprised, to say the least, but that’s exactly what you wanted. One boy in particular seemed attracted to you, Theo Raeken.

Of course you took advantage of that.

You decided it met up in a classroom, as you closed the door behind you, you felt his hands place on your hips, you smiled to yourself as you turned around.

“You have 15 minutes”
“I only need 10” he smirks before crashing his lips on yours, his tongue going inside your mouth, it had been so long since you felt a lust like this, so you let it consume you, you broke the kiss as you tossed his shirt up his head and throwing it across the room.

Now his lips were attached to your neck, biting the soft his skin making you whimper, his fingers quickly undoing your shorts and pulling them down along with your panties, Theo lifted you up and placed you on the desk, as he finally took off the clothing he had previously pulled down.

He pulled your legs further as he placed himself between your legs, he started kissing the inside of your thighs and slowly licking them as your body tensed in anticipation, and then he began tasting you, licking your center up and down making you yelp and moan due to the intense pleasure.
Your hands grasped his dark locks pulling his tongue further into you, as his fingers also teased your core and your walls clenched around his digits as they went in and out, at a steady pace.

“Theo!” You gasped as your orgasm hit you, the boy beneath you cleaning your aching core, he then went back up and kissed you once more as he brought you closer by the waist, while the other hand grasped your breast and massaged it, making you breathless.

You helped Theo pull his jeans and boxers off, and once that was done, he placed the condom on himself before lining his cock in your entrance and filling you with a powerful trust, making you moan louder than the expected.

You put your arms around his neck and he lifts one of your legs to his ribs, easily reaching your sweet spot, making you hold tighter onto him, as he keeps ramming into you, making you moan his name in his ear, the knot on your stomach overwhelming you, growing almost by the second.

Each time he rammed into you, your walls seemed to clench around him even more making you feel on the edge, you noticed Theo was close by the way his muscles tensed, but before you reached your climax you felt Theo’s claws digging a little bit into your hips, making you jolt at the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure.

Both of you panted as you tried to get as much air as it was possible “You weren’t that bad” you joked making him chuckle while he buttoned his jeans and you put your panties back on

“See you around, Y/N” he said before exiting the classroom and closing the door behind him, and you finished getting dressed and quickly left the classroom too.

Little did you knew was that that same classroom wasn’t far away from the one where Isaac was, so he was able to hear the whole thing. So as soon as the bell rang he came out to look for you and when he finally found you he grabbed your wrist forcefully, making you turn to him.

Saying he was furious was an understatement.

“What the fuck where you thinking?” Isaac hissed through his teeth, you smirked

“Well I was thinking ‘Wow this guy is… AH!” You faked a high pitch moan, the vein in his neck popping as he clenched his jaw.

“Fucking someone in an empty classroom?” He asked in disbelief, you rolled your eyes
“Don’t go al moral on me Lahey, it’s not something we haven’t done before” you laughed “Besides, unlike you, I hadn’t had sex in a year”
“You did it just to bother me” you scoffed
“Get over yourself Lahey! Cause I have” but as you were about to walk away, he held your wrist and pulled you inside another classroom and locked the door behind him.

“Say it” he stated simply and you frowned
“What?” You asked confused
“This is bullshit”

“IF YOU LOVED ME SO MUCH WHY DIDN’T YOU STAYED” it was until now that your eyes showed something more than anger, they showed sadness and disappointment “Why did you gave up on me? On us?” Now a lonely tear rolled down the werewolf’s cheeks

“You don’t know what it was like going day after day to that hospital and see you in that bed, talking to you and never hearing a response, but believing someday I would. I was scared, scared that one day I would hear that constant beeping sound stop”

“I don’t know? YOU don’t know what it was like to know that you’ve been in a coma for a year and that you’re boyfriend is now dating one of your best friends. Why her? WHY ALLISON?”

“Because she was there, because in so many ways, she reminded me of you” Now he walked over to you, and grabbed his arms around you slowly “But she’s not” his blue eyes later locked on yours but you pushed him away

“That’s your excuse?! That’s why you left me when I needed you the most?” Isaac’s lips pursed into a thin line trying his best to hold back the tears that burned his eyes

“I’m sorry, okay? But Y/N please, try to understand…”
“Understand what Isaac? That you simply didn’t loved me enough to stay? Because if you were the one in coma I WOULD’VE STAYED and I thought… I thought you would too”
“Don’t say that, Y/N I love you! I never stopped loving you but I thought I needed to move on”
“But everyone thought you eventually would, I kept hearing the doctors say that you weren’t gonna make it or that you would stay like that your whole life” he then cupped your face in his hands his eyes trying to find yours. Until his lips touched yours

Both of you sighing in relief at the contact, although you tried to pull away, Isaac deepened the kiss as his tongue grazed your lower lip, asking for entrance as his hands gave your butt cheeks a firm squeeze making your mouth open just enough to grant his tongue the access it needed.

“I love you” he repeats again and again into the kiss making your heart pound loudly against your rib cage an finally pulls away to catch his breath “I know I fucked up but I want you. I want to sneak into your bedroom past midnight just to wake up and see you next to me”

“I’m pissed at Theo because he got the privilege of touching you the way I craved to touch you for a year. Because he made you his when you were mine”
“You’re such an asshole, what about you and Allison? You don’t think it hurts me too? You act as if you were the only one that suffered!
“You know perfectly well that Allison meant nothing compared to you” you greeted your teeth as the anger rises in your chemo-signals, hands turning into fists

“Don’t you dare…” you started off but Isaac quickly interrupted your statement.

“What? To remind you our secret? That we are bound together for life since that night at my place?” You remained silent “Or should I also remind you that mark on your shoulder? You know, the one that I made?” His fingers trailed your jawline before grazing your hair and putting it aside, revealing the small mark that rises on your shoulder blade, your eyes found that spot before you heard him talk again

“You can’t look at that and tell me I don’t love you”

It was then that Isaac flashed his natural amber orbs and subconsciously you flashed yours making him smile widely. His hand sneaked all the way down to yours, intertwining your fingers making you feel his warmth.

You stared at him intently, examining those bright orbs, and his features as you pulled closer, your chest touching his, both heartbeats pumping at a steady rhythm, complementing each other, your hands cupped his cheeks and his fingers trailed your hips, both of you leaning onto the kiss slowly until there wasn’t any kind of space between you, it started off slow both remembering the sensations that you were experiencing.

His touch was so different from Theo, he was caring and yet passionate but Theo was merely driven by the lust that clouded his judgment.

It all felt so familiar, how his hands wondered your body, your heart beat increasing, the burning desire inside your guts pleading for more as your fingers tangled themselves in his curly locks deepening the kiss until Isaac pulled apart, his nose merely touching yours.

“I love you too Isaac” you smiled

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Dream Walker

Summary: Soulmate AU in which you can speak to your soulmate in dreams and experience their dreams with them. You can feel physical and emotional feelings too, and if they die without warning, it is likely you will die as well..

When: End of Season 2 and skipping to the end of Season 3

Word Count: 2170

A/N: My first ever Dean Winchester fic. Hopefully there will be more! I literally cried while writing this and I hope you darling readers feel the same emotion behind it. 

Warnings: A shit ton of angst and I swear

Italics are reader POV or flashback, everything else is Dean

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“Hey there hot shot,” she smiles at me. She is bathed in a warm glow that I have come to associate with this place.

“Hey yourself gorgeous,” I reply with a small smile and a sigh.

Every night we start like this. And it’s the best night of my life every night that I see her shining face. The life Sam and I live, we don’t have time for dating or chicks besides one night stands. But now that I have Y/N, I don’t even do that anymore. Why would I need to hook up with random girls in bars when Y/N is waiting for me every night in my dreams?

I go to her, kiss her deeply and hold her tight to my chest. I haven’t slept in 2 days, I’ve missed her, and she can tell.

“You wanna talk about it Dean?”

I can barely hear her, her face is buried in my chest. That’s one of my favorite things about Y/N. She never pesters me about what happened or what’s wrong. She just knows that something is off and let’s me tell her about it on my terms. When dad died I was angry and guilty and she didn’t even ask about it. She just held me and told me she loved me.

I kiss the top of her head, and rest my cheek on it. “Not tonight darlin. It’s too much right now. Just let me look at you for a while ok?”

She leans back and tilts her head up to look at me. “Whatever you need D.” She’s shorter than me so she gets up on her toes to kiss me again.

She hums and starts stroking the short hairs on the back of my head. It’s one of her little quirks. I don’t mind though, that shit always soothes the hell out of me, like I’m being hypnotized or something.

She ceases her ministrations and pulls away. She grabs my hand and pulls me towards our tree.

Each pairing gets to meet in their own ideal place in the dream world. Ours is a small clearing a ways off an interstate. We can hear the occasional car pass by, and somehow I’ve parked Baby in just the right spot to shield us from the road.

The clearing is natural, with a couple of trees breaking up the flat expanse. The grasses come to just above my knee, soft and warm.

Our tree is the biggest one, towards the west end of the clearing. We sit there together and let the setting sun shine on our faces every night before we wake up.

She pulls me over and we sit down. Sometimes if she’s had a bad day, she’ll lay down with her head in my lap, or she’ll sit between my legs and lean back against my chest. She says those are the best positions for her to feel like she’s safe.

“Why would you want to sit between my legs Y/N I don’t get it. It just makes no damn sense to me.”

She huffs, pushing my knees apart to make room for herself, “Because Winchester, when I’m there I can lean on you. I know the kind of world I live in now, it’s a hell of a lot more dangerous than I used to think. I need to feel safe every now and then. And you said it yourself, the safest place for me to be is in your arms. Now spread em, or you can sit by yourself.”

I chuckle at the memory. That moment is one of those that keeps me goin on the bad days.

I’m yanked out of my reverie by her worried voice and fingers snapping in my face, “Dean? Dean come back to me. Good lord man, sit down.”

I do as she says and immediately spread my legs expecting her to nestle between them. “Not tonight baby,” she whispers as she sits next to me, “tonight you’re the one who needs to feel safe. Lay down here,” she pats her thighs. I shift over and lay my head down across them and she resumes stroking my hair.

I immediately feel my eyelids drop. I breathe deeply and take in our surroundings. Warm afternoon sun shining through the tree leaves, small breeze making the grass shake in its path. I can hear the birds singing. I never used to like that before, before I came here.

She starts humming. I can’t identify the song at first and eventually I give up trying. It’s a kind of lofty tune, sounds like something King Arthur would play in his castle.

She usually hums something I know and then she starts singing to me. Best way to spend time with her. If God is real, then despite all the other bullshit he’s put me through, I feel a little bit blessed because my soul mate soothes me with the sweet sound of Metallica. I mean as hellish as my life is, I could’ve been stuck with a chick who hated rock. But then I guess by definition she wouldn’t be my soul mate.

I start drifting off and I’m only half conscious when she stops humming and starts talking to me-

“I wish you would tell me what happened. I know something’s wrong. And I know it’s something big. I know you think not telling me is protecting me but Dean, we’re in a partnership now. Everything that happens to you affects me. I can feel your fear, your anger, and I felt your sadness. God I couldn’t even get up for work. And I know it was you. And now you won’t tell me. It had to have been Sam. Him and me, that’s every one you have love for now. I know he’s ok now because I felt the relief. But I also feel your guilt. What did you do Dean? What did you do to us?”

I can’t take it anymore. I can’t tell if she’s trying to guilt me or if she thought I was actually asleep but I can’t take it anymore. I sit up and put my head in my hands, elbows resting on my knees.

“Dean?” She puts a warm hand on my back. Amazing what one touch does to ease me.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so so sorry.”

“What happened babe?” I can feel the fear in her voice. She’s expecting the worst and she’s going to get even worse than that.

“Sammy died-” she gasps, leaning towards me to try and wrap her soft arms around my torso, but my next words make her recoil, “- and I sold my soul to bring him back.”

“You…. you…. you what?” She starts to cry.

“I summoned a crossroads demon and sold my soul to hell to bring Sam back to life. It worked, he’s back. But the crooked bitch only gave me one year before she collects. The going-rate is 10 years Y/N, I got robbed. But I had to do it! It was Sam. I can’t live without Sam… Y/N?? Sweetheart where are you going?”

She’s gotten up and started marching out into the middle of the clearing. I catch up to her and grab her arm, “Y/N, babe, wait please I-” WHAM she swings around hard, her fist connecting with my jaw. I release her arm and take a step back.


“Y/N please, I thought it would be better that way-”


“Well when you say it like that it doesn’t seem like a very good idea…”


She’s right. I didn’t even think about the shock factor and how it would affect her. At least now she has enough time to try and mentally prepare herself to be alone until the universe gives her a new soulmate, if it ever does.

After Jess died, I almost lost Sam. She was his soulmate and for her to die, especially the way she did, was almost too much for Sammy. He’s still not fully recovered.

She sighs, deflated and defeated, “I’m not mad at you for bringing Sam back. I would do the same for my brother, I would do it for you too Dean if I had to. But you can’t just do that and not tell me. Everything you do affects me. And when you die, I’m gonna feel it.”

364 days later…

You know what’s happening tonight. He told you the plan. And you know damn well what day it is too. You’re laying in bed watching old SVU reruns trying to ignore your feelings. Or rather, Dean’s feelings. But they’re so strong…

It’s happening. I can hear the damn dog at the door. That bitch Lilith grins at me from Ruby’s meatsuit. I’ve never been a praying man. But in my last moments, I pray for Sammy, that he is able to heal from Jess and maybe the world gives him another person to love. I pray for Bobby, that he doesn’t drink himself to death like I would after watching this. I pray for Y/N. God that woman deserved so much more. So much better than me. I hope that she makes it through this. I know it’s gonna hurt and I told her that. I feel so guilty that she has to go through this too….

Fear, betrayal, sorrow, guilt, and-

Lilith opens the door, grinning at me. I look over at Sammy and then everything else is wiped from my mind. Everything except the mind-numbing pain of these damn dogs ripping me open. I can hear my shirt and jacket ripping, my flesh being sliced open, blood pouring out. God it hurts so bad….

I scream. I scream nothing. I scream Sam’s name, Y/N’s name, Bobby’s name. Nothing again. Somewhere in my head, I can feel Y/N, can hear her screaming my name and she experiences this with me. And then the pain is too much, the blood in my body too little, and I see Sam’s face looking over me, sobbing my name as I whisper his. For the last time…. 

Pain. You let out a bloodcurdling cry as your torso is ripped open by invisible claws. There are no marks, there is no blood, but you can feel Dean’s pain as if you were him. You can’t stop screaming, the pain is unbearable. You’re crying, crying, because it hurts and because Dean is hurting and you can feel everything and GOD just let it end, please let it go.

You’ve passed out from the pain. You open your eyes and you’re with Dean. But you’re not dream walking. The clearing you’ve come to love is gone. Replaced by darkness and storms. Thunder echoes around you, lightning flashes. You see a web of chains illuminated by the light. You hear screams…

The heat is suffocating. You have no body, you are merely an existence floating in the space of this strange place. You expand your gaze and you see your Dean. He has a hook through his shoulder, another through his lower back and kidney, chains round his ankles and wrists pulled taut. He can’t move. And neither than you. You are alive and you are seeing Hell. And you know this is the last time you will ever see him. And he can’t even see you. He doesn’t know you’re there…


You open your eyes to the blackness of your room. The echo of your soulmate’s screams loud in your head. You hear the final cry for help…

And your heart



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Have some handmaiden feels

For @fireflyfish who got me thinking about the handmaidens meeting little Luke. This was meant to be a short snippet about a happy reunion, but it just kept growing and growing and getting sadder and sadder until it turned into this monstrosity of angst ( @albaparthenicevelut you can stop laughing!). Comment and criticism extremely welcome - this is the longest bit of fic I’ve written in a very very long time. 

Rabé was beginning to truly appreciate why Anakin Skywalker had hated Tatooine. The rasping howl of the sandstorm outside was relentless, and what could not have been more than a few hours felt like years as she waited restlessly for it to end. It felt far too similar to the last time she’d been here, years before. Really, she should have known better. Everything had been going so smoothly - her arrival in Mos Eisley had gone unremarked, her contact had been waiting in the cantina as expected (just two travellers sharing a drink while waiting for the next leg of their journey) and the datachip carrying key intelligence was safely stored alongside several decoys in one of the pockets sewn in the bodice of her dress. Her informant had left  while she waited a little longer for her prearranged lift off planet. Then the sandstorm arrived and with it the inevitable delay in her departure. Now here she was, slumped over a table in what was, thankfully, one of the more reputable watering holes in town, trapped with the memories of another time, and the aching hole of grief threatened to draw her in.

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A Dangerous Game [Chapter 13]

Chapter 13 of A Dangerous Game

The Final Chapter

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12

Series Genre: AU/Smut/Fluff/Angst

Warnings: mentions of death

1 year later

You stirred in your sleep violently, remembering that night. It was something that still haunted your dreams every so often. You screamed as the sound of the gunshot rang through your ears.

The blood, all the blood. You remembered the brassy smell as it pooled around your feet. You couldn’t do anything but sit there, bound to that chair as her body fell the floor.

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Forever and a Day: Michael Clifford Imagine

Hey everyone!! I’m back with yet another imagine. I personally love this one. I came up with the idea a while back and once I started writing, it was hard to stop. Let me know if you want a part 2!! :-)



He never thought of himself as attractive. As a matter of fact he’s not sure if anyone besides his fans have either. He was always trying something different just to stand out. Like dyeing his hair wild colors or ripping & folding his pants a new way, you name it, he tried it.

So the idea that he was going to meet a soulmate wether he liked it or not, scared the shit out of him. Michael even went so far as to try to cover up the clock on his wrist with the bracelets the fans gave him. Everyone was always asking him why he wore so many bracelets, and he could never bring himself to tell them the truth.

He even showered with them on, just so he would never see the time. He had no idea how long he had, if it had already hit zero, or if the damn thing even existed. He’s nearly convinced himself that the clock isn’t real and that the whole idea of a soulmate is complete bullshit.

“Michael, you ready?” Their stage director yells at him finally getting his attention.

“You go on stage in 30 seconds!!” He was so lost in his mind that he forgot where he was. He snaps himself out of it, and grabs his guitar joining the rest of the boys who are so used waiting on him that they don’t even get mad anymore.

“You alright?” Calum asks with a look of genuine concern on his face. Out of all of them, Cal understands him the most. He knows what it’s like to want to run from your problems, so he can’t blame Michael for ignoring the clock on his arm.

“Yea, don’t worry about it.” Michael flashes a grin, because despite being completely stressed, he appreciates Calum’s concern.

The countdown clock finally hits 10..9..8.. all the way to one and the boys make their way on stage. The feeling Michael gets while performing is similar to taking a hit of hard drugs, causing the blood to fiercely pump through his veins, making him feel alive and more importantly making him forget the clock. It’s almost as if he blacks out while on stage, only to come back to life about halfway through the show.

Jet Black Heart. It’s Michaels favorite part of the show. He gets to stand on stage and admire the thousands of people who give him hope for a happy life. Something about this time feels different. He feels the strange pull to walk towards the front of the stage, and he begins to panic. He’s read about this in the books and he knows what’s happening. He definitely hasn’t felt this feeling before, and it causes his heart to drop out of his ass.

Instead of fighting it, he lets his feet lead him to the front of the stage where he sees her. They lock eyes, and he feels his whole body ignite, way more than the stage ever could. For a split second, he hopes that she feels it too. The way she’s looking at him is as if she’s staring at his soul. It helps that she is the most beautiful creature he has ever laid his eyes on.

The way her hair frames her face, the way her smile seems to radiate nothing but happiness, a feeling Michael is sure to drain from her, or at least he thinks. He begins to feel the panic set in, and instead of singing the song, he runs off stage. He runs into Luke who starts screaming at him, telling him he needs to get back on stage but Michael just keeps running.

He finds an exit door and swings it open, stepping into the cold air. He forgot where they were but quickly remembers when he’s standing in the snow. He takes a second to breathe, hunching over with his hands on his knees. He starts to calm down until he begins tearing into his bracelets only to panic again.

It had hit zero. The skin around it seemed to be pulsing and almost burning, indicating the freshness. Regardless of she knew it or not, he was her soulmate. He could only hope and literally pray to God that she felt it too. His own insecurities getting in the way of him feeling excited that she seems to be a fan of the band. Which is something that if he just had to have a soulmate, he wanted.

He sits outside for what feels like forever until Calum opens the door and sees Michael sitting in the snow with his bracelets on the ground and a fresh new 0 on his wrist.

“Oh, Mike..” Calum trails off. He had a feeling that this is what happened.

“She was there man. Right there in the front row. She was the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on and I couldn’t even bring myself to tell security to get her.” Michael stands up, wiping the near frozen tears off his face.

“Well you’re in luck. We put the show on hold so you could calm yourself down.” Calum practically begged production and the boys to let him talk to Michael, he knew that if anyone could get him back on stage it was him.

Michael looks at him, and pulls him into a hug.

“She’s gonna love you, man. I just know it.”

Calums words help calm Michaels nerves and gave him the strength to make his way back onto stage.

He brushes past Luke who looks pissed, but he’ll get over it and Ashton who held Michaels gaze just long enough to know what happened.

He steps out onstage and into the light, and suddenly the pull is back. She’s still here, he thinks. She didn’t leave.

He makes his way to the front and instead of standing, he sits himself down on the edge. He can hear Dave screaming at him to back up from the edge but Michael doesn’t care. He has to see her up close.

There she is, in all her beauty. She’s smiling so big that he’s afraid it’s going to crack in half. Michael says his apologies into the mic and like he hoped, the fans had nothing but love.

He looks down at her in the crowd, standing there with lights hitting her in all the right places. She has to feel it too. He doesn’t want to call her out and start a frenzy. So just before he sings, he begins to move the bracelets around to show the tiny bit of skin and holds his new 0.00 out to the side.

A few seconds that felt like years go by, and when he looks back down, there she is, standing in the middle of a crowd, at HIS show, holding up a fresh, new, pulsating 0.00 and for once, Michael allowed himself to feel everything he had ignored in the past.

So, I’m working on a prompt for @lostcauses-noregrets and it involves the “Care to Dance” eruris, but younger, pining Erwin is hard to get right. While I fumbled with the vibe of that drabble, this verse was born. And so technically this goes with “That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard,” but… it’s so out there I feel weird tagging anyone in it. Consider this gross self-indulgence.

Have a bit of a Robin Hood!Erwin set in the fictional Wild West, my friends?

23. “That’s the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”

[~1.8k, Mature, guns and depictions of violence, blood, Western AU]

Erwin adjusted his suspenders once more in the cloudy mirror and made sure the bolo tie hung straight before flashing Levi a grin over his shoulder.  Levi had glowered at his back the entire time Erwin dressed—slipping his too-long legs into too-tight pants, donning shoes they couldn’t afford and a shirt so white it reminded Levi of bleached skeletons in the desert.

“These are pretty comfortable, actually.  You should try wearing them sometime.”  Erwin’s lips curled into a suggestion and he turned all the way around, playfully snapping the suspenders. 

“Don’t,” Levi snarled. “This is, without a doubt, the worst fucking—” he paused to suck a sticky breath because the tremor in his voice made him sick.  He swallowed.  “Erwin, this is the worst idea I’ve ever heard.  And you’ve had some bad ones.”  

Erwin’s grin pulled wider like the accusation pleased him endlessly and fuck, it probably did.  Levi ignored how good he looked in civilian clothes, keeping his gaze far above the way the trousers pulled taut over Erwin’s thighs.  Levi knew all the little fibers that knitted bodies together—where to stab, where to bruise, what to carve on an animal and what to chuck—and Erwin’s body was made of the same easily torn gristle, nothing more.  Levi told himself that again and again.  

“You’re not even carrying a gun.”  Levi’s hands curled into desperate fists at his side.

“Well Lobov wouldn’t, would he.”

Fuck Lobov.”

Erwin laughed.  “That’s exactly the point.”  His eyes were bright with that manic energy his presence shivered with before a raid.

Levi looked away.  “How am I supposed to protect you if you refuse to protect yourself?”  He could hardly hear himself over the adrenalin flooding his brain, rushing behind his eyes.  He closed his lips against whispering, What if I’m not fast enough, Erwin?  What the fuck then? He’d asked before and he didn’t want to hear Erwin’s answer again.

A warm finger tapped his chin, risking Levi’s gritted teeth, coaxing until Levi was looking at eyes that matched the bolo tie he’d stolen for Erwin two days ago.

“I trust you.”  Erwin’s voice didn’t catch in his chest the way Levi’s did.

“They’ll never buy it.”

“I’m persuasive.”

“You’re a suicidal bastard.”  Levi nudged his face up and squeezed his eyes shut, forehead pressed to Erwin’s lips hard enough to bruise.  He felt Erwin smile.

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first kiss x knj

pairing; namjoon x reader.

raiting; fluff.

word count; 1k.

♡ hold me please, i love namjoon so fucking much it hurts my heart and my whole existence ):

Namjoon prayed his gods and every existing deity to let this evening develope in the most natural way, without him falling, breaking something or hurting someone. Of course, he was too naive to even think his bad luck was going to grant him a free day because as soon as he putted a foot outside his door, an invisible gray cloud situated over his head.

He made his way over to your house with a big smile plastered on his face. This was your first official date after all so it was normal for him to be extra happy. However, the series of misfortunate events started as soon as you opened the door and welcomed him with the warmest smile.

You first went to a small place that served exotic drinks from all around the world. Once you both had your hot drinks ready you took seat on a table for two. Namjoon was so struck by the way your eyes shimmered whenever you mentioned your old cat (because the conversation had turned into a pet conversation) that he didn’t even think twice about going slow with his tea. He took a long sip without waiting for the content to cool down and his first reaction to the horribly burning feeling on his tongue was to spill the tea and save his mouth from a bad burn. The funny thing about this it that you were right in front of him and you were definitely not expecting him to do that. You were first shocked, then amused and then worried. While Namjoon was lamenting like a lost soul for his stupid move, you were extremely concerned for his tongue. It turned out to be just fine and the incident was soon forgotten.

But it wasn’t the end. In a small lapse of time, Namjoon tripped almost five times, maybe out of nervousness or maybe because he is truly clumsy. Two of those, he almost takes you down with him but your reflexes are better than his. The date was going incredibly bad in the eyes of Namjoon but you were really enjoying yourself. You knew what you were getting yourself into and you loved every piece of it. Unfortunately, Namjoon wasn’t enjoying it at all. And not because of you, but because he somehow felt like this was his last chance of taking you out, and he was ruining it completely. So he faked a smile. He pretended he was doing just fine and he laughed out the tension after every single disaster.

Your last stop was at a Bangtan Fansite exhibition he wanted to attend to since long ago to show support to his fans. Everything was running smoothly and surprisingly he didn’t ruin everything this time. So he just let go of his worries and took in every single minute shared with you. It was perfect, you were happy, he was happy, and your trip was almost over. What could possibly go wrong?

That invisible gray cloud became an actual real cloud the moment you stepped out of the exhibition. He hadn’t brought an umbrella and neither do you, so all you had left was take a run to the nearest bus stop and wait until the storm decided to chill out.

And again, you were having so much fun because for some reason, every time you hanged out with Namjoon bizarre things happened and you loved how special and unique everything was when with him. But regardless of you having the time of your life, Namjoon couldn’t handle himself anymore, “This is all my fault”, is what he said after a few minutes of silence.

You turned your head over to him immediately. His head was hanging low and his hands were on a fist on each side of his body, “This all my fault”, he kept repeating, his arms shakier and shakier as every second passed. He looked so guilty, sad and yet so fucking beautiful. Of course he didn’t notice you staring at him with dreamy eyes because he was too concentrated on overthinking his mistakes. You couldn’t help but feel all warm inside by just tracing every feature of his face: his wet brown hair, his hooded eyes, his small nose, his plump lips. Oh, his beautiful, soft and plump lips. You wanted to kiss him so bad.

And you did. Namjoon stopped blaming himself as soon as he felt something else against his mouth. You were holding him against your soaking self, your arms wrapped around his middle and your body bended in a weird position. Since he was not moving at all you had to make things works as best as you could. You felt smaller standing like this since his whole body was covering yours almost completely. Suddenly his fear of losing you thanks to his careless bad habits were gone. He was in heaven. You were heaven.

He kissed you back slowly but deeply. His tongue was eagerly dancing around your mouth and you didn’t even fight him back. He was basically kissing your life away but you didn’t mind at all. You could stay like this for decades if it was possible. But it wasn’t so eventually he pulled back and stared at you with the same dreamy eyes you had on him before you decided to take the first move, “I ruined everything and this is how you reward me?”, he asks, a little bit confused but joking nonetheless, “You didn’t ruined anything, Namjoon. This is how you are. And I love it”, to say you left him shocked is not enough. You were the first person to ever tell him you loved his dangerous manners and he was feeling a type of warmth in his chest he had never felt before. You were practically made each other and no one could convince him otherwise. He didn’t say a word. Instead, he got as hold of your hips with firm hands and kissed you again, with as much passion as ever.

anonymous asked:

hi, i'm a newish fan of cole and i've tried to catch up by listening to the come up, warm up, fnl, and all his studio albums but i'm lost on the other mix tapes/songs... is it possible to get a discography? like of all the mixtapes he himself has released? is there a place that'll gimme that info?

Welcome to the family, and yes just right click on the links below:


Cole World: The Sideline Story: (iTunes)  (Google Play) (Spotify)

Born Sinner: (iTunes) (Google Play) (Spotify)

2014 Forest Hills Drive: (iTunes) (Google Play) (Spotify)

Revenge of The Dreamers II: (iTunes) (Google Play) (Spotify)

Forest Hills Drive: Live From Fayetteville, NC: (iTunes) (Google Play) (Spotify)

4 Your Eyez Only: (iTunes) (Google Play) (Spotify)


The Therapist Collection Listen 

The Come Up Vol. 1 (Download) (Spotify)

The Warm Up (Download) (Google Play) (Spotify

Friday Night Lights (Download) (Google Play) (Spotify)

Any Given Sunday EP #1 (Download

Any Given Sunday EP #2 (Download)  

Any Given Sunday EP #5 (Download)  

Truly Yours (Download

Truly Yours 2 (Download

Revenge of The Dreamers (Download)

Other Songs

  1. Be Free Listen / New Verse 
  2. Black Friday Listen
  3. The Breakfast Club Freestyle Listen 
  4. Bun B For President Listen
  5. Change The World Listen
  6. Cheer Up Listen
  7. Cole Summer Listen 
  8. Cosmic Kev Listen
  9. Crack Music Listen
  10. The Cure Listen/Download
  11. Disgusting 
  12. DJ Enough Freestyle Listen
  13. Everybody Dies
  14. False Prophets
  15. Fitted Cap
  16. Funkmaster Flex Freestyle Listen
  17. Get Free ColeWorld Listen/Download 
  18. Good Game Listen 
  19. The Goos=d Son, Pt. 1
  20. Grew Up Fast Listen/Download 
  21. Hello Good Morning Freestyle Listen
  22. High For Hours 
  23. Holdin Me Back
  24. Ice Cream Freestyle Listen
  25. I Got It Listen 
  26. I’m A Fool Listen/Download  
  27. I’m Comin Listen 
  28. I’m Coming Home Listen
  29. I’m On It Listen
  30. I Really Mean It Listen
  31. It Won’t Be Long Listen
  32. Killers
  33. The Last Stretch Listen
  34. Need You Bad Remix Listen 
  35. Nothing Lasts Forever Listen
  36. Nothing Like It
  37. NY State of Mind (Freestyle) Listen 
  38. On Top Of The World Listen
  39. The One Listen
  40. Pass Me By Listen 
  41. The Plan Listen 
  42. Playground Listen
  43. Purple Rain Listen
  44. The Reasons Listen
  45. Relaxation Listen
  46. Return of Simba 
  47. See It To Believe It
  48. Serenade Listen 
  49. Shook Ones Freestyle Listen 
  50. Show Me Something Listen 
  51. Song For The Ville Listen 
  52. So What Listen 
  53. Trouble 
  54. Visionz Of Home Listen 
  55. We On Listen 
  56. Who’s World Is This Listen / Download 
  57. Wildfire
  58. Winter Schemes Listen  
  59. Wireless Festival Freestyle Listen
  60. 2012 Listen/Download 

Songs Featured On

  1. Alex Haldi “Killers” Listen / Download
  2. Alexis Jordan “Acid Rain (Remix)” Listen
  3. Bas “Lit” Listen / Purchase
  4. Bas “My Nigga Just Made Bail” Listen / Purchase
  5. Bas “Night Job” Listen / Purchase
  6. Bei Maejor “Trouble” Listen / Purchase
  7. Beyonce “Party (Remix)” Listen / Purchase 
  8. Big Sean  “ 24 Karats of Gold”  Listen / Download
  9. B.o.B. “Gladiators” Listen / Download 
  10. Boosie Badazz “Black Heaven” Listen / Purchase
  11. Canei Finch “Remember Me” Listen / Download
  12. Chance The Rapper “Thotty” Listen 
  13. Chipmunk “Champion (Remix)” Listen 
  14. Cozz “Knock Tha Hustle (Remix)” Listen / Purchase 
  15. DJ Drama “Undercover” Listen / Purchase 
  16. DJ Khaled “Hells Kitchen” Listen / Purchase
  17. DJ Khaled “They Ready” Listen / Purchase 
  18. DJ Khaled “We On” Listen
  19. Donnie Trumpet & The Social Experiment “Warm Enough” Listen/ Purchase
  20. Drake “Jodeci Freestyle“ Listen/Download
  21. Elijah Blake “Vendetta” Listen / Purchase
  22. Elite “World Premiere” Listen / Download
  23. Elle Varner “Only Wanna Give It To You” Listen / Purchase
  24. Fabolous “Louis Vuitton” Listen / Download 
  25. Fashawn “Nothing For The Radio” Listen / Download 
  26. French Montana “Diamonds” Listen / Download 
  27. Funkmaster Flex “Maine On Fire” Listen / Download 
  28. The Game “Pray” Listen / Purchase
  29. Janet Jackson “No Sleep” (Remix) Listen / Purchase
  30. Jay Z “A Star Is Born” Listen / Purchase
  31. Jeremih “Planes” Listen / Purchase
  32. Jessie Ware “Kind of..Sometimes..Maybe (Remix)” Listen 
  33. Justin Timberlake “TKO (Remix)” Listen / Purchase 
  34. Kendrick Lamar “Shock The World” Listen 
  35. Kendrick Lamar “Temptation” Listen 
  36. Keri Hilson “Buyou” Listen / Purchase
  37. Kevin Cossom “Leave Me Alone” Listen / Download 
  38. Kirko Bangz “Drank In My Cup (Remix)” Listen 
  39. Lil Wayne “Green Ranger” Listen / Download 
  40. Maroon 5 “Animals (Remix)” Listen / Purchase 
  41. Melanie Fiona “This Time” Listen / Purchase
  42. Miguel “All I Want Is You” Listen / Purchase 
  43. Nas “Made Nas Proud” Listen
  44. Nervous Reck “The Ojays” Listen 
  45.  Notorious B.I.G. “Can I Get Wit Ya” Listen 
  46. Omen “Break Out” Listen / Download
  47. Omen “Mama Told Me” Listen / Download 
  48. Omen “Things Change” Listen / Purchase 
  49. Red Cafe “Fly Together (Remix)” Listen/Download
  50. Reflection Eternal “Just Begun”  Listen / Purchase
  51. Rihanna “S&M (Remix)” Listen
  52. Rita Ora “Love and War” Listen / Purchase
  53. Sean Garrett “Feel Love” Listen / Purchase 
  54. Selah Sue “Raggamuffin (Remix)” Listen / Purchase 
  55. StartYourOwnRebellion “Let It Go” Listen/Download 
  56. Tinie Tempah “Like It or Love It” Listen / Download
  57. Trae Tha Truth “Children Of Men” Listen / Purchase 
  58. Trae Tha Truth “I’m On 2.0″ Listen / Purchase
  59. Trae Tha Truth “Roll Call” Listen / Purchase 
  60. Travis Barker “Never Holding Me Back” Listen / Download
  61. Tyga “Let It Show” Listen / Purchase
  62. Voli “Sound Of Love” Listen / Purchase 
  63. Wale “Bad Girls Club” Listen / Purchase 
  64. Wale Beautiful Bliss Listen / Purchase 
  65. Wale “Black Grammys” Listen / Purchase
  66. Wale “Fitted Cap” Listen / Purchase
  67. Wale “Rather Be With You” Listen / Purchase
  68. Wale “The Pessimist” Listen / Purchase
  69. Yo Gotti “Cold Blood” Listen / Purchase
  70. Yo Gotti “Look In The Mirror (Remix) Listen 
  71. Young Chris “Still the Hottest” Listen/Download 


  1. A Tribe Called Quest “Can I Kick It? (Remix) Listen / Purchase
  2. Ab Soul “Sapiosexual" Listen / Purchase 
  3. Alex Haldi “Killers” Listen / Download
  4. Bali “So Cold” Listen
  5. Bas “The Season” Listen/Download
  6. DJ Khaled “Jermaine’s Interlude” 
  7. DJ Khaled “Hells Kitchen” Listen / Purchase
  8. DJ Khaled “They Ready” Listen / Purchase
  9. DJ Khaled “We On” Listen
  10. Elijah Blake “Vendetta” Listen / Purchase
  11. Elite “Cycles” Listen / Download 
  12. Fabolous “Louis Vuitton” Listen / Download
  13. Fashawn “Big Dreams” Download
  14. Fashawn “Nothing For The Radio” Listen / Download 
  15. Fat Trel “Live My Life” Listen / Download 
  16. Funkmaster Flex “Maine On Fire” Listen / Download
  17. Kendrick Lamar “HiiiPoWeR” Listen
  18. Kendrick Lamar “The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)” Listen 
  19. Kendrick Lamar “Shock The World” Listen 
  20. King Mez “The Allure” Listen / Download 
  21. Nazo Bravo “HyePower” Listen 
  22. Omen “Undercover” Listen
  23. Pusha T “M.P.A.” Listen / Purchase
  24. Sha Stimuli “Two Weeks Notice” Listen / Download 
  25. Talib Kweli “It Only Gets Better” Listen / Purchase
  26. Trae Tha Truth “Roll Call” Listen / Purchase 
  27. Voli “Midnight” Listen / Download
  28. Voli “Sound Of Love” Listen / Purchase
  29. Voli “Sunrise” Listen
  30. Wale “ Bad Girls Club” Listen / Purchase
  31. XV “Smallville” Listen 
  32. XV “Watch Me Go” Listen 
  33. Young Chris “Still the Hottest” Listen/Download
  34. 360 “What Goes Up” Listen 
  35. Apparently 
  36. Bun B For President 
  37. Chris Tucker (Co Production)
  38. Cole Summer
  39. Fire Squad 
  40. G.O.M.D.
  41. Head Bussa
  42. Hello (Co Production)
  43. Intro (2014 Forest Hills Drive)
  44. January 28th
  45. No Role Modelz (Additional Production) 
  46. Note to Self (Co Production)
  47. Relaxation 
  48. St. Tropez
  49. Wet Dreamz 
  50. Who’s World Is This
  51. Born Sinner Album (minus the interludes+Sparks Will Fly)
  52. Cole World: The Sideline Story Album (minus Can’t Get Enough, In The Morning, and Never Told)
  53. Revenge Of The Dreamers Mixtape
  54. Truly Yours Mixtape

Haven’t finished the production list (I will get around to it when I have more time), also if I left something out let me know. 

Writing Credits 

  1. The Game “Drug Test” Listen / Purchase

*note: writing credits can be anything from a line, melody, concept, idea, etc., but not necessarily just writing to get credited for a body of work

Last updated: 1/22/17