men with long hair will always be more attractive then men with short

Needs Of Approval

Pairing: Kol x Reader (Ft. Klaus & Elijah)

Warnings: A lot of gifs used (; And this is a bit long, so get cozy and enjoy!

Word Count: 2731


Klaus was a good friend to your parents for years and years. When they died, you were just 12 years old. There was no one else to look after you, so Klaus took you in like the child he never had.

It has been 9 years that he’s been taking care of you and those 9 years hasn’t been easy. You were constantly moving from place to place, unable to call any place your home. Until finally, Klaus settled into a small town called ‘Mystic Falls’. Klaus did run into a few problems here and there with the Salvatore brothers, but he always kept you out of it. The last thing he wants is to see you hurt. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Soon, he had a mansion built for you and his family to live in. You finally got to meet Rebekah and Elijah, who were nothing but kind to you, but you were wondering when you would ever meet Finn and Kol. Eventually, Rebekah ended up getting daggered again which did upset you because she was like a sister to you.

You never understood why Klaus had a thing for daggering his siblings. The last time you brought up that subject, he said that it’s complicated and to not ask again. And so you obeyed.

Right now, Klaus & Elijah are having dinner with the Salvatore brothers about this whole ‘Elena’ situation with Klaus’s hybrids. Of course, since Klaus wants to keep you out of his mess, he advised you to stay in your room and not get involved, no matter what kind of ruckus you hear.

You’re currently in your room, sitting comfortably under the covers on your bed reading a book. The walls weren’t so thick because you can hear mumbles of all of the men exchanging words. It made you feel better knowing that no one is fighting and no one is getting hurt.

Minutes go by and you could’ve sworn you heard Rebekah’s voice. You closed your book, setting it on the bed and slowly got out of bed, walking towards your door while you tried listening in more. And that’s when you also noticed some unfamiliar male voices and Klaus yelling in pain.

You know that Klaus doesn’t want you involved but you couldn’t help but rush to him in aid. You care for him so much that you’re even willing to let him feed on you a little if he really needed it. He took care of you and you saw it as your obligation to return the favor.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, his screams stop and you hear Elijah calmly say, “this is family business.”

Entering the dining room where everyone is, the first thing you see is Klaus leaning over the table, waiting for the pain to pass.

“Family business? What family business?! What’s going on?!” You shouted.

Everyone turns around to look at you. You noticed that Stefan and Damon were gone and you see two men. They looked familiar but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

“Y/N please. Just go back to your room.” Klaus begged.

“No seriously, what are you guys doing to Nik. And who the hell are you two?” You scoffed at the two men.

Before they could get a word in, Elijah spoke. “My dear Y/N. This is Kol and Finn.” Elijah pointed at each one individually as he named them.

Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t believe it. I mean, what an awkward first way to meet them.

“Who might this be?” Finn asked.

“Yeah who the bloody hell are you? Nik’s girl?” Kol added, putting his hands on his hips. You glared at Kol’s remark, you never thought of Klaus in a romantic way. You always saw him as your guardian, your protector.

Elijah walked over to you. “It’s quite a long story. I assure you, I’ll explain it all to you later.” He put one hand on your back and the other leading to the stairs. “Come.”

Elijah took his time to tell you everything that was going on while Klaus and the rest of the siblings handled their issues. Eventually you understood that this family is flat out dysfunctional, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You all even came to find out that their mother, Esther was alive as well. How odd.

Over this short amount of time, you didn’t exactly see Kol as a brother like you do, Elijah. You weirdly found him attractive, actually. You didn’t know if it was his looks or his wittiness, even though he is the wreck less Mikaelson sibling. Not knowing if he felt the same or not, you just kept it to yourself. 

Today is the Mikaelson Ball. Klaus was kind enough to lend you his credit card to buy yourself the proper attire for tonight. Rebekah even went with you to shop and even helped herself to her brother’s credit card as well.

Finally, after trying on over 10 dresses, you’ve found the perfect one. It was a backless sequin mermaid floor length dress. The best part is that it hugged your body perfectly.

And of course, since Klaus loves spoiling you, he also hired someone to style your hair and work on your makeup in your bedroom. You were just enjoying being pampered.

You were finished getting ready before any of the guests arrived, so you walked downstairs anyways to await their arrival. Walking downstairs, sliding your fingers on the railing, you saw the hired butlers getting champagne glasses filled. You even saw Kol helping himself to a glass. You tried your best to make sure you didn’t step on your dress as you were taking each step, by holding it up a few inches. With three steps left until you’ve reached the flat ground, there was Kol with his hand reaching out to you.  

At first, Kol only saw you as a mere roommate. But once he saw how stunning you looked in this very moment, it changed his entire perspective of you. He thought to himself how absolutely stunning you looked. His lips parted and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Now he felt like he just had to have you, even if he had to go through his brother Niklaus.

“I assumed you were in need of some assistance, Y/N.” Kol said to you.

You chuckled, grabbing onto his hand once you got closer. “Yeah I was struggling for a minute.” You let go of his hand once you reached the floor.

“So who might your escort be tonight?” Kol asked, then took a sip of his champagne, keeping his eyes on you, awaiting your answer.

“No one actually. Because no matter who it is, he’ll never be good enough for Klaus.”

“To hell with that bloody wanker.”

“Kol stop-” You shook your head, stifling a laugh.

“I’m only joking.” Kol put his hands up in defense. “See here, darling, I happen to not have a date as well. So do you mind?” He smiled at you.

“What?” You were shocked. Quickly, you snapped yourself out of it. “I mean, really?” Kol Mikaelson wants you as his date for the ball? This can’t be happening. You must be dreaming.

“You best hurry before I change my mind, Y/N.” He joked.

“Yes. Yes, I’ll be your…um…date?” You didn’t know to question it or word it as a statement because you just couldn’t believe it.

Kol grabbed your right hand, saying, “Marvelous.” Then he slowly planted a kiss on the back of your hand. Your cheeks blushed red as you heard footsteps approach down the hall.

It was Niklaus that was here to ruin the moment. Oh no. “What is this?” He asked, not looking too happy at all.

You just froze, surprisingly being able to get a word out. “Klaus, we-”

“Y/N is letting me escort her to the ball. Perhaps you don’t mind.” Kol smirked, confidently walking towards the original hybrid.

Klaus had his hands behind his back, clenching his jaw, then revealed his crooked smile. He didn’t want to cause a scene today. “Hm… I thought you would at least choose a man that is more suitable for you.” He looked at you, then put one arm out straight to point at Kol.

Kol just glared at his older brother.

“Well according to you, no man is suitable for me. And technically, you could’ve taken Kol’s place, you know. But you’re too infatuated with that bitch, Caroline.” You spat. You’ve never liked Caroline for Klaus. She was always so rude to him, yet he was head over heels for her. 

“Y/N, do not start with me.” Klaus growled. You know that your remark about Caroline would bother him and you didn’t care because he was being a hypocrite.

“Don’t judge me on my date and I won’t judge you on yours.” You crossed your arms in front of your chest, wearing a straight face.

Klaus fell silent. He narrowed his eyes at you, then gave Kol the death stare and stormed to another room in the house to let off some steam.

“Well then, this night is off to a fantastic start.” Kol joked, in an attempt to ease the tension.

“I mean, am I right or am I right?”

Kol nodded his head in agreement, then grabbed a glass of champagne for you to cheers with him.

Finally the guests started arriving. Every few minutes, more and more arrived. And almost all of them were wowed by how ginormous the mansion is and the choice of decor for the occasion. 

You stayed by Kol’s side while the both of you playfully voiced your opinions to each other about each guest that walked in. One of the things you do enjoy about Kol is that he doesn’t take everything seriously. He’s someone you can have fun with.

“Kol! Look Look!” You tapped him on the arm with your hand to look forward to get his attention because he got carried away on his smart phone. He was still getting the hang of using that device.

“Oooo who is it now?” He asked excitedly, putting his phone in his pocket.

“That’s that slut Elena and her Salvatore brothers. Klaus has told me all about her.” You said disgustingly.

“I bet they have threesomes. How fun.” Kol said, raising his brows up. 

You gagged, almost choking on your champagne.

“You alright there, darling?” Kol laughed, patting you on the back.

“Thank you. Thank you for that comment. I almost just died because of you.”


After sharing laughs and even more champagne, you decided to excuse yourself to the ladies room. “I’ll be back, Kol.”

“No matter.” Kol replied.

“Do you mind?” You asked, handing him your champagne glass to hold onto until you come back. He responded with a nod, then you went on your way.

Coming back from the loo, you didn’t see Kol in his original spot, you figured he’d be back, so you just hung around waiting for him to return. You observed all of the guests having a great time and even spotted Klaus with Caroline. He was just so mesmerized by her. Gross.

What you didn’t notice is that every now and then throughout the night, Klaus would look around to check up on you, making sure you’re not getting into any trouble with Kol. He despised that the one person you happened to allow to escort you is Kol. He knows the ins and outs of his little brother and doesn’t think his intentions for you are good.

“I see your escort is not by your side.” You hear from behind you, so you turn around to see that it’s Elijah, the oh so noble steed.

“Oh yeah. He’s probably grabbing a bite, if you know what I mean.” Blood from a human’s neck is exactly what you meant.

“Certainly. And might I add, I’ve noticed that the two of you have become quite friendly this evening.”

“I mean, if you say so Elijah.” You shrugged your shoulders at Elijah’s opinion. You wondered why it concerns him because Elijah is the least judgmental out of all of his brothers. Maybe he’s just making small talk? Who knows.

“Well, I-” Before Elijah could get a sentence out, Kol pops up and disrupts.

“Ah there you are, Y/N. Am I interrupting?” Kol said half-aloud with that accent of his that you just die for. Instead of finishing his sentence, Elijah just ended up excusing himself.

Not a moment too soon, you see Elijah making himself known at the top of stairs. “If anyone could gather, please.”

You and Kol were the first ones at the stairs. Elijah waited until the rest of his siblings followed. 

As you were minding your business watching everyone gather, out of nowhere Kol decides to snake his arm around your waist. It made your heart skip a beat and you surely hoped Kol didn’t hear it. You didn’t want him to know that he makes you nervous. 

As Klaus was excusing himself from being by Caroline’s side, he did see Kol getting too touchy for his own comfort. It did infuriate him, making him tempted to snap Kol’s neck right there on the spot. But, Klaus, and all the rest of his siblings, know how important this ball if to their mother, Esther. So, Klaus chose to let this one go.

You turned your head while your eyes were scanning around the room and the moment you saw Klaus, you quickly moved Kol’s arm away from your waist.

Once Klaus and Rebekah finally made their way to join the three of you at the top of the stairs, Elijah made his speech inviting all of the guests to join in on The Waltz. 

The guests followed to the ballroom, but you just stood in your spot, being left alone at the stairs. “Shit.” You said to yourself.


“You best mind your manners when it comes to Y/N. Do you comprehend?” Klaus growled at Kol as they were walking down the stairs.

“Don’t worry Nik, she’s safe with me.” Kol smiled and gave a wink.

Klaus wasn’t amused with his brother whatsoever, so he shot him a glare and stormed off to find Caroline.

Kol looked left and right after finally noticing that you’re nowhere near him. He looked behind him at the stairs and saw that you have a lost look on his face, so he rushed over to you.

“What’s the matter?” Kol asked, concerned that it was something serious.

“Um. This is embarrassing, but I don’t know how to Waltz or whatever. Nobody ever taught me.”

“Not to fret, darling. It’s easy. Just follow my lead.” Kol assured you, then picked up your hand, leaving a kiss on your knuckles. Of course, you blushed bright red at his gesture.

The night ended amazingly. When the night was coming to an end, you and all of The Mikaelsons stood around to thank every guest for coming. 

After all of the guests were finally gone, Klaus disappeared to his room to do god knows what. That’s when Kol decided to take advantage of the opportunity. You were about to leave to walk to your room, but Kol stopped you by lightly grabbing your wrist.

“Yes?” You were puzzled.

“I don’t mean to be a too much of a bother, but how about we pretend?” Kol flashed a grin.

“Pretend? Pretend what?” You chuckled at his suggestion. The word ‘pretend’ just brings you back to your childhood when you would use your wild imagination to ‘play pretend’.

“Seeing as we live under the same roof, allow me to walk you…to your bedroom.”

“This is really corny but okay.” As cheesy as you think this is, you can’t blame Kol because he was out of the loop for a hundred years. But, this gesture of his did make you feel some type of way.

Reaching your bedroom, the two of you were face to face under your door frame. “Have a lovely evening, Miss Y/L/N.” Instead of Kol kissing the back of your hand per usual, he left a gentle kiss on your forehead, then left elsewhere in the mansion.

This night ended up being better than you’ve ever anticipated. 

1st house notes and random facts ✨📝✨:

• The cusp or beginning point of the first house is called the ascendant aka rising sign

•The sign of the ascendant,planets aspecting the ascendant,and any planet in the 1st house strongly color your physical appearance,characteristics,mannerisms,and how you normally act

•The ruling planet of the sign on the ascendant will be of much importance in your life(other than the positions of the Sun and Moon)so you need to check the house position and aspects made to said planet

•The ascendant generally rules physical appearance in terms of facial characteristics

• Other factors in the chart affect appearance such as planetary dominants,and the sign and house positions of the Sun and Moon

•Venus in the 1st house/Conjunct the ascendant and Libra/Taurus risings are more likely to have more physically pleasing/attractive faces but you do not need this placement to be physically attractive to someone-check out other placements/your synastry w/ppl 💗💗💗 P.S. Not all with said placements are guaranteed to be exceptionally attractive,they could just be gifted socially or with some other Venusian quality

•If they got Jupiter in the 1st they prolly thicc af😩💦💦

• Planetary/Sign influences in any house can be expressed in so many ways,it’s just likely that what you hear is most likely to be manifested due to them being common circumstances to occur in peoples’ lives

• I’ve read that the 1st house also affects early life and environment along with the 3rd house and 4th house,like Pluto in the 1st can manifest as one having to become self sufficient at an early age due to hardships making one somewhat of a loner while Venus in the 1st may have a more pleasant outlook on life due to peaceful early experiences

• Men with moon in the 1st(Venus can do this too) tend to have more feminine faces and/or mannerisms and vibes 🌙

• Watery placements here(Cancer/Pisces ascendants or Moon/Neptune in the 1st house) tend to soak up the emotional coloring of the atmosphere so it’s best for you bitches to imagine a white light around you as you are subject to the moods of others💦💦

• Mars in the 1st is coming to shit on all you bitches.

• Pisces ascendants/Neptune in the 1st house/ in Conjunction,Trine,Sextile to the ascendant are usually blessed with a dreamy,magnetic quality to the eyes✨☁️✨

• They say that Scorpio ascendants/ Pluto in the 1st house have penetrating stares/gazes but Ima be honest I ain’t notice none of u hoes. 😬🤗🤗

• Uranus in the 1st house is said to be hella tall but I know a lot of short bitches with Uranus in the 1st so always check how ur ascendant is aspected or if there are other planets in there

• @ayyries said it first, Capricorn risings got that resting bitch face.

•Beyoncé got a Venus-Pluto conjunction right on her Libra ascendant and Pluto tends to intensify characteristics of the sign it’s in or planets it aspects I guess u can say she’s intensely beautiful,yet dangerous woman with that Pluto up there🌷🐝🐝🐝

•Mars,Saturn, and Plutonian(also the signs ruling them) risings tend to be intimidating in certain ways like Mars is probably more intimidating in an outspoken,threatening way(@ Nicki I love u)🔥🔥🔥 while Saturn and Pluto are more intimidating in a quiet way giving them a more mysterious “fuck with me at ur own risk” vibe but sometimes these 2 are just very introverted

•Sun and Mars affecting this sector usually gives physical strength so don’t fucking trip🌚🌚

• Sun/Leo risings like @zodiacale tend to usually have really thick,beautiful hair but I’ve read that men can be prone to balding especially if the Sun is afflicted ☀️

•Taurus,Cancer,Leo,and Pisces risings are more prone towards having weight problems as well as Jupiter risings,but this is usually manifested later in life for some of them

• The asteroid Chiron is associated with ones’ most painful experiences especially in early life,as well as healing so with the 1st house, one could have some wound associated with self image,insecurities/pain related to appearance, or easily be a victim to bullying in childhood, like this all depends on circumstances in ones life

✨Quick little note: This is my first astrology post and I’d appreciate it if other astroblogs added to my notes with their own observations and/or knowledge or correct me if I’m wrong and they know more or something lol

Not Safe (C.H)

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warnings: cussing, mention of religion

A.N: i’m not christian so i’m sorry if any of what i say is offensive,, im trying not to mention as much religion…

His hands started to give out from holding his weight up for so long, so he hovered above on his elbows for support. That deepened the kiss. Tongue was everywhere, you wouldn’t even know what the goal was with this tongue. His crotch brushed against hers, a slight tough but enough to make him moan her name ever so loudly into her neck.

“Oh, Y/N,” he sighed into her neck. He placed small kisses on her neck and on her shoulder, moving back up to her neck. He was having the time of his life. As for her, she stared up at the ceiling. In lust? In desperation? Was she grabbing onto his shirt, desperate for a deeper touch? No. She stared at the ceiling, her eyes filled with boredom, her breathing stable, her body stiff as wood. The routine was simple and the same. Her five year long boyfriend would come over for steak and mashed potatoes for dinner with her parents, sometimes it was with mac and cheese when her mom felt adventurous! Then they’d go up to her room for their 7-8 study session, only to turn into an intense make out session. Or an intense make out session for him. But it never ended with sex. The Lord would not approve of premarital sex. Please do not break the routine.

He let out a grunt and placed one last kiss to her collarbone, letting out a deep sigh. He lifted his head above hers and touched their noses, rubbing his tip against hers. “God, I want to marry you,” he sighed. His eyes were still closed in lust as he savored her smell, the taste of her. Her eyes were wide open, her lips forming a fake smile to show him she was just as enthusiastic as he was. His eyes opened to meet hers and he returned a bigger smile to her. He kissed the tip of her nose and slowly made his way off of her, letting out a loud groan as he made his way up. He sat back on the bed and watched as she made her way up as well, her hair just slightly messed up from the slight head movements on the pillow, her lips glistening from spit and chap stick. Their eyes met and his smile turned into a smirk, proud of his work of art. She placed her hands in her lap and returned a small smile. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached up to move a strand of hair away from her face.

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The Mars Series: Mars by Sign

Hi, I’m going to start a Mars series. I will discuss Mars by Sign briefly and then later will go into more detail by aspects in natal charts.

Mars is the planet of war and aggression. It is a red planet. I have written in the past that Mars on the Asc or in the 1st house can give a “reddish” appearance to someone ( blush easily, red tones to hair, ruddy complexion, lean ). I myself have Mars in the 1st house. Mars represents our sex drive, our ambitions and what we go after we want. It represents how aggressive, assertive or passive we are. It represents athletics and sports. Traditionally Mars represents what kind of man a man is and what a woman finds in a man. However, that doesn’t mean a woman doesn’t see the Mars in herself. A woman with a strong Mars present in herself will find her Mars personality strong. Examples of a strong Mars: many well aspected planets to Mars, lots of planets in Aries, Mars in Aries, Mars in 1st house, Mars conjunct the Asc, etc.

For the purpose of this article I will write how Mars influences personality, whether you are a man or woman. This is not necessarily about attraction or anything. You may find some ring true to you and some do not.

Mars in Aries people can be quick to anger but they are quick to forget. They are fiery. Can have temper tantrums, especially during childhood. There is a likelihood that this person likes to be active and outdoors. They like to keep moving; always seems like they are in a hurry.Can be impatient and rude at times even if they aren’t trying to be. Can be mean at times. These people are blunt and direct and know what they want. They know how to achieve their goals. They are not afraid of starting projects; may come off as “pushy.” There is a high sex drive; likes things quick and dirty.

Mars in Taurus people can be slow to anger and can keep their anger pent up. When anger is finally released it comes out like a volcano! Mars in Taurus people are driven to make money and have stability. They are rocks. They can be very sensual and may like to be outdoors like an Aries Mars person, but appreciate nature and trails/birds/wildlife more so. Weight lifting, yoga can be a good way for these people to stay in shape. These people are generally more patient than the Aries Mars person.

Mars in Gemini has a nervous energy. Can be a busybody. Likes to talk during sex. Likes to talk in general. They like exercises in which they can talk to people; maybe running in groups. Running is a good exercise for these people, but maybe not long distances. Short, fast spurts of running in addition to other forms of exercise. Variety is  the spice of life and that includes sexual partners, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Needs to be busy and moving around.

Mars in Cancer can be moody. There could be angry outbursts when upset. Mars in Cancer people when they like sports they always prefer the home team. They are traditional. They are sensual, caring and like to meet their partners’ needs. They are very protective and will fight if anyone threatens their loved ones. Men with this placement may be attracted to very feminine women who would make good mothers. I think this placement would make a good father, if a man. Mars in Cancer person can be patriotic and would take great pride in fighting for their homeland.

Mars in Leo, like any fire Mars, is quick to anger and quick to respond. While a Mars in Aries may quickly let go of anger, a Mars in Leo person may hold on for a little longer. Mars in Leo is a fixed sign, so there is definitely some stubbornness and a slight tendency to hold grudges. While Mars in Leo may enjoy sports and being active, they also can have a laziness streak. Mars in Leo is driven by pride, their ego and looking good/keeping appearances. That being said, they can be very charming when they want to be! They are overall very likeable! It is possible that they get bossy.

Mars in Virgo does not get angry easily. While Virgo is a sensitive sign, they do not easily show. Mars in Virgo is not showy with emotions or anger for that matter. When they do get angry, it is often manifested in a more irritable manner. They can be perfectionists with athletics, their diets, sex, etc. If they are angry with you, they will pinpoint your every flaw and won’t make you forget it. But this is only because they can be sensitive themselves. Mars in Virgo likes order and structure and routine. Eating well is important to them, as well as having a routine for exercise.

Mars in Libra prefers balance and tries not to anger easily. They are driven by cooperation and friendliness. Mars in Libra can be very flirty, even if they have no intentions of being with you sexually. They are naturally very friendly and want to get along with people. Mars in Libra men tend to care about their appearance and like to appear clean cut. Mars in Libra may fight for equality and fairness in marriage, love, gender rights, etc. They may not be the most intense, but they can hold conversation and can be charming.

Mars in Scorpio can be very intense. Can be very moody. Anger can be an issue here, but not in the same way for a fire Mars. Can hold in anger until it explodes and becomes unpleasant for everyone. Can be brooding. High sex drive, though, even if he/she doesn’t get it all the time. Is very passionate. Can be a doting partner, but very intense and may scare people away. Can be powerful and delegate tasks easily. Do not want to cross this one when they are mad! I think this is a good placement for endurance sports, but may be taken to the extreme. May overdo exercise, or get obsessed with it. Can become obsessed with sex, or sexual partner/s.

Mars in Sagittarius is generally fun loving and likes to move around and be active. Like all fire Mars, they can be quick to anger but are quick to forget. Can be impulsive. Sports are generally a good placement for Mars in Sagittarius… sports of all kinds. Mars here is freedom loving and relaxed. A high sex drive here as with many fire signs. May be attracted to different lands or foreign men/women.

Mars in Capricorn can be icy. They are not quick to anger, but are generally more patient than other Mars signs. They are steady and work at their own pace. They have their own methods for doing things; they like to be busy and have order. They like to make money. They are not the most showy when it comes to sex and affection, but prefer to keep things private. Some things are best to be kept to the imagination. Not the most affectionate, but very loyal. Sexual encounters may come later in life, maybe a late bloomer. Can lack confidence in early years, but confidence grows as the person gets older. Likes structure. Good for endurance sports. If you are financially secure, this is a turn on.

Mars in Aquarius, like Capricorn, can be very cool and in some people cold. When they are angry, it can come off as indifference and aloofness. They do not like anger and are uncomfortable with emotions. Aquarius is a thinking sign. Aquarius is driven by fairness, justice, equality and will fight for the underdog. They can be fanatical about their political opinions. Could sleep with someone after discussing politics or sleep with a political “foe”. Intelligence is a turn on. They are caring yet cool. Sex lives can be erratic; may have  alot during a period of time, then none. They are freedom loving.

Mars in Pisces is driven by creativity. This is a creative position. A good position for creating art or music. Mars in Pisces is generally a soft position, but the downside can be moodiness, emotional ups and downs, and indecisiveness. Can be scared to ask for what they want. Can cheat on partners or be cheated on. Can appear soft or weak, even if person isn’t. Can be passive aggressive. Can be hot or cold. But these are people who are very caring and do not want to hurt anyone. They can be doting partners. People who make art or music is a turn on. Artists. Sometimes this can indicate drug use to escape but not always.


This is a lil something I wrote because I watched BTA and it ruined me…special thanks to @sing-me-a-song-harry for helping me edit and sort it out!! Hope you all like it!! xx B


The sunlight was blinding, the humidity making your skin sticky and already making your hair nearly unmanageable as you made your way off the tarmac. You squinted and pulled down your shades, your eyes darting everywhere until they landed on a curly head of hair about ten yards from you. Harry was bent over his cell phone, lips rolled into his mouth and a pair of black RayBans holding his hair back from his eyes. He looked as delicious as ever, and you swallowed as you admired the slight tan he’d acquired over the past couple of weeks. Harry had always held a soft spot in your heart; with his killer smile and charming personality, you often wanted nothing more than to get on your knees for him. That sort of thinking wasn’t appropriate though, especially since the pair of you had always been just friends, nothing more. You cleared your throat.
“Harry!” You called and his head popped up, a warm smile on his lips.
”‘Lo, love! ’Ve missed ya, glad yeh decided t'come down.“ His arms wrapped around you, his lips pressing sweetly to your cheek, and you bit your lip as the scent of him flooded your senses. You loved the way he smelled. “Shall we?” Harry reached for your bags, leaving one arm draped casually over your shoulder.
“How’ve you been, H? How’s the writing?” Harry’s dimples deepened, and his eyes sparkled happily. He was well-rested for once, with no dark circles under his clear green eyes, and you smiled up at him as he began to ramble on about his album. Harry talked the entire way to the house he shared with his writing partners, his voice light and hands moving animatedly as he drove. The house itself was gorgeous, and when Harry showed you to your temporary room, you couldn’t help the snort that came from your lips.
“What happened to living modestly hidden in Jamaica?” A shrug and a half smile was his response as he set your bags down. He suddenly seemed close, very close, and his eyes had a new, unreadable look in them.
“’M glad yeh came, love, really. ’S been too long.” Harry gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear and out of your face, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. Your tummy flipped when you watched his eyes dart quickly to your lips. If only he would just lean a little closer…..
“Harry? Y/N?” The pair of you jumped at Jeff’s voice calling through the house, your cheeks heating as Harry scratched the back of his neck.
“Yeh, um…get unpacked and settled, yeah? I think everyone wants t'go out t'night, yeh should go.” Harry turned to leave, his shoulders a little tense, and you frowned.
“Are you not going?” His head turned to look at you over his shoulder and he offered a small smile.
“Yeh know me, love; partying isn’t m'thing, is it?” Then he was out the door, leaving you to mull over going out or not.
Two hours later, everyone but you and Harry filed out of the house, taking all of the loud noise and talking with them. Harry’d taken to sitting by the dining table, a guitar in his hands and a glass of wine sitting in front of him as he strummed quietly.
“Mind if I join you?” His eyes flew to you, his lips curling into a smile. A large hand tunneled through his hair as he looked you over, taking in your pajama shorts and loose tank top. You could’ve sworn a flash of desire sparked in his eyes.
“Not at all. Wine?” He was already pouring you half a glass, sliding it over to you as you took the seat next to him. Thanking him with a nod, you took a sip, your gaze moving to the large windows to admire the view of the beach and beautiful sea beyond it.
“How’s everythin’ in your world? How’s..what’s his name?” You didn’t miss the way his lip curled down in distaste at the mention of your last fling.
“Wouldn’t know. I ended it just after you left…prick was sleeping with two other girls.” A grunt left Harry’s lips as he propped his guitar against the table, his hand coming to rest on your thigh.
“I’m sorry, love. Yeh too good fo’ him anyways.” You shrugged, draining the wine from your glass and setting it back on the table.
“I sure know how to pick them, eh?” A humorless laugh left your lips and Harry frowned, shaking his head.
“’S'alright, pet, he was the one with the problem, not you.” You rolled your head back, still hyper aware of Harry’s warm palm on your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your bare skin.
“Where are all the good ones, H? The creeps and arseholes are always the ones I attract. Where are all the men like you?” Harry’s brows rose a little, a ball tightening in his stomach. All he’d wanted to do since you’d gotten off the plane was kiss you until your lips were swollen, and now here you were, asking him where men like him were hiding. He shifted a little closer to you, hand tightening on your thigh.
“Men like me?” The words were quiet, unfocused as Harry watched your throat move as you swallowed.
“You know, men who…are real. Who aren’t afraid to let you know what they want. Men who are loyal, good guys. Where do all of you hide out?” Now you were so close to each other that you could feel his warm breath puffing over your cheek. Harry’s tongue swept along his bottom lip, and you longed to kiss him. His fingers edged under the hem of your shorts, goosebumps raising on your skin.
“’M certainly not hidin’, angel.” A crooked smirk tugged at his lips and then Harry leaned in, his pink lips covering yours. You gasped, and it was enough of a space for his tongue to edge out, sweeping along your top lip as if to ask permission. You eagerly gave him more room to work, your hands going to fist in his white t-shirt as his tongue met yours, tentatively brushing over it. When the first tiny whimper bubbled from your throat, Harry pulled back, his forehead pressing against yours.
“D'yeh wan’ this?” Always so good, that was Harry. So, so good all the time. In response, you stood and leaned over him, taking his jaw in your hands and kissing him hotly. A surprised grunt rumbled through him as his hands grasped your hips, pushing you back as he stood. Your backside met the wall, and you moaned as Harry’s hands began to wander. His fingers worked to push your shirt up and over your head, revealing your tummy and chest to him. He tossed your shirt to the floor and his hands moved to cup your breasts over your bra.
“Harry,” you managed, hips bucking into his, moaning again once you felt the hard length of him pressing against your lower body.
“Yeh wet fo’ me? Hm, angel?” Your bra straps were tugged down your arms, and the clasp was undone before your bra joined your tank top on the floor.
“Yes, yes, I’m so wet.” It was true; your panties had been ruined since his hand first landed on your thigh. A growl left Harry’s lips at your words, his dark eyes dropping to your breasts.
“Jesus, pet. S'pretty.” His tongue lapped over one of your nipples, and you let out a garbled moan, your hands tangling in his hair as he wrapped his lips around your breast. Harry’s hips rutted into yours, desperate for any amount of pressure on his aching cock. Your hand slipped down to slide into his loose shorts, easily finding his cock. He groaned against your skin when you circled your hand around his thick length, enjoying the heavy weight of him. Harry worked to yank down your shorts and panties, lips moving heatedly over your exposed skin.
“Christ, darling, feels s'good.” His breath puffed against your collarbones as he thrusted his hips with each stroke of your hand, moaning each time you thumbed the tip of him. Your free hand went to pull down his shorts, thankful for the fact that he tended to go commando, and your mouth watered at the sight of his fully hard cock. It was flushed and pretty, little pearls of precum already beading on his head. “S'nough, pet,” Harry said darkly, one arm going to brace the wall beside your head and the other moving to grasp your thigh to wrap your leg around his hip. “Yeh ready?” He asked as your fingers twisted in the thin material of his shirt. You nodded as Harry mouthed along your jawline and crowded against you, one hand moving to guide himself into you.
“Big!” You gasped, reveling in the burning stretch that came as he buried himself to the hilt. A low, rumbling groan spread through Harry’s chest, his eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched around him. His lips closed around your earlobe and he began to thrust, hips rutting into yours with smooth, measured strokes. You were so tight and warm around him, taking every inch of him gladly, and Harry was seeing stars by the time a curl of pleasure began to ball in his stomach.
“Yeh feel amazin’, pet…knew yeh would, wanted this fo’ so long.” His neck veins strained as he threw his head back, his words turning into long moans as your walls clenched around him. His thick cock brushed every nerve in you, goading you quickly to your orgasm as his lips lowered to your neck. Harry nibbled at your damp skin, tongue soothing the sting of his bite as you mewled loudly.
“Please, Harry!” You cried, hand slipping up to tug at his hair. Harry growled at the feeling, hips shifting to pound into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the otherwise quiet house, and you thanked whoever was watching out for you for sending your friends out of the house for the night.
“Can yeh feel me all up in yeh?” Harry’s hand circled your wrist and led it to rest on your lower belly, where he pressed it down until you could feel the tip of him brushing your walls. A loud moan ripped through you. Filthy. He was absolutely filthy with you, and you couldn’t help the garbled half-sentences that fell from your lips as his fingers went to circle your clit.
“Close! So close, baby, please.” Your voice was strangled as you fought for a decent breath, your throat dry from crying out. Harry’s lips covered yours, swallowing your moans and shouts as he moved faster, his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. The kiss was just as filthy as his words, sloppy and wet, all tongue meeting tongue and lips smacking against lips. Your hands fisted tighter in his shirt and hair as you barreled towards your orgasm, back arching.
“Yeh gonna cum fo’ me? Gonna b'good, pet?” Harry’s tongue licked down your throat and you screwed your eyes shut as he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
“Yes! Yes, I’ll be good, please, please, Harry. I’m so close,” you cried, head rolling back against the wall. Harry grunted in response, the vein that wrapped along the underside of him pulsing with pleasure as he neared his edge.
“Cum,” he puffed against your breast, “cum fo’ me. C'mon, angel, give it t'me.” Your mouth parted in a silent moan as your orgasm broke over you, white flooding your vision. Harry was quick to follow, spurting hot, sticky ropes of his seed deep inside of you. Sweat coated the both of you, and the Jamaican air wasn’t helping, almost suffocatingly hot as you fought for breaths. Harry’s head rested against your collarbones, his softening length still nestled inside of you. You pressed short kisses to his hairline, trembling still, and Harry huffed out a laugh.
“Well tha’s one way t’ welcome yeh.” You let out a shaky laugh as he withdrew, hands coming to cup your cheeks. “’Ve wanted yeh fo’ s'long, love.” A sweet, chaste kiss was pressed to your mouth and you smiled sleepily at him, running a hand through his messy hair.
“Now you’ve got me.” You replied. Harry’s response was a wicked, promising smirk that made heat coil in your belly again.
“C'mon, pet, there’s a king-sized bed with silk sheets that I need t’ see yeh writhing against.” And writhe you did.


I just finished one test. So I’m rewarding myself with something short and sweet. Another Hanzo thingy.

The first one is here. (My first interpretation of this interaction)

Something that’s been jiggling around in my brain for about a week or two.

This is Doomzo and Mchanzo. So fair warning. 

{Warnings: Sexual content mentioned(Nothing explicit), voyeurism(Mentioned)}

Hanzo has always been attracted to powerful men. Not a shock, considering he’s spent his entire life under the control of powerful men.

So when Akande Ogundimu stepped through into his family’s compound, a low bow at his father’s side, Hanzo knew. He knew in the way Akande watched him as they toured the main grounds, those strong arms tucked at his lower back, hands clasped. Hanzo could hear their fathers speaking quietly and he knew that an alliance would be struck between their families.

He was not aware that a marriage would be required.

He was also not adverse to it.

Akande was a generous lover, a strong presence at Hanzo’s side. He had an analytical mind that could rival Hanzo’s own. His tactical genius assisted Hanzo when his father deemed them worthy of assigning raids.

Akande visited frequently. Hanzo never visited him. Sojiro would never allow his only competent heir to leave the fortress of their home.

Hanzo was bitter, angry. He watched Genji flit around Hanamura with clouded eyes.

“Jealously is a double edged sword, Hanzo.” Akande’s fingers tip his chin up from where they lay in Hanzo’s room. The tatami doors are open and the cool wind strays across sweating flesh. Hanzo’s hair spills out across Akande’s chest, his hair tie was long gone and ripped away.

“I am not jealous.” He mutters.

Akande regards him quietly, hand sliding along Hanzo’s jawline and into his hair, “It burns within. Do not let that anger consume you.”

The kiss is soft, much softer than the sex has ever been.

His loyalty to Akande and his father shifts just slightly on his twenty second birthday. Genji drags him out of the compound, despite his protests. Akande waves him away and returns to whatever it is he was reading.

He meets the mysterious man in black at the bar. He’s young, perhaps as young as Hanzo himself. His hair is unruly and his clothing speaks of duty. There is a patch hidden in the confines of his pocket and Hanzo is part of an underground operation.They are no strangers to Overwatch’s matryoshka doll of an organization.

Blackwatch was in Hanamura.

Something thrilling erupts in the pit of Hanzo’s stomach. Rebellion at its core. Something he has longed for his entire life. That tingly sense of freedom and he wonders if this is the high that Genji’s lives on.

He takes the cowboy (‘Call me Jesse, darlin’) home with him. The man’s hands are rough and his voice rougher as he slips them up Hanzo’s clothes. His skin is alight, mouth hungry as he tastes cigars and whiskey hot like embers on his tongue.

“Are you going to share?”

Akande’s voice is a thunder of curiosity behind them. Hanzo startles, realizes where he is and who was in his room waiting for him.

Shame is the first thing to rush through him.

Arousal is the second.

He looks up at the blackwatch agent, thumbs  the beard at his jawline, “You will watch.” He speaks to Akande.

Akande’s laugh is dark, promising, “Only if I get you after, my dragon.”

He takes the agent named Jesse in his bed. Hands curled in the man’s unruly hair and insides burning from the frenzy of emotion Jesse releases. His words are frantic, rushed and bleeding with promises Hanzo knows he can’t keep.

Akande watches from the sidelines, waiting.

Jesse steals a rough kiss and his eyes are almost gold in the moonlight cast through Hanzo’s bedroom. He leaves in silence, one last look at Hanzo as Akande slips into the bed with him.

Akande is a brand, an overwhelming overstimulation.

Hanzo loves it.

But he dreams of Jesse.

Years pass. Akande comes to him with news. He has been taken under by a mentor. The second line of Doomfist. It is an honor, despite the atrocious the second Doomfist has committed. He asks Hanzo opinion and they discuss it over tea.

Akande is passionate, brilliant.

Hanzo’s smile is tight. His brother’s figure passes the doorway.

“We will be unstoppable together.” Akande declares.

Hanzo returns to his betrothed, can see the ambition and promise in Akande’s gaze.

He forgets about Jesse.

He murders his brother.

Blood drips down his hands, sword at his feet. His chest is tight, too tight and there seems to be no breath in his lungs. The dragon’s howl under his skin, distraught and screaming at the death of their own brother.

Hanzo flees.

He runs and runs, changing his name, his identity. He hides.

Akande’s capture spreads across the world. Contaminated by Talon. Taken down by a small team from Overwatch.

Hanzo hovers above his prison twice. He so desperately wants to see him.

Why did they stray so far from their paths?

They were supposed to rule together. They were going to be unstoppable.

But Hanzo is done with this criminal life. He roams the world, seeking redemption for the atrocity that he has committed. He mourns for his brother every day. Returns to the castle in his honor every year.

That is where he is reunited his brother once again.

His dragon is a beacon of green, a reminder of what Hanzo has done.  

Genji offers forgiveness.

Hanzo can not accept that.

He cannot.

Hanzo keeps tabs on Overwatch for a month before he drops onto its doorstep. The recall brings more than he thought it would.


Jesse McCree.

Who greets Hanzo with a tip of his hat and a smile that speaks volumes of their past.

“Never thought I’d see you again, darlin’.” His voice has aged, so has the rest of him. So has Hanzo.

“Nor did I.” Hanzo mutters.

Jesse swallows, pats his legs, “How about a drink?”

Hanzo lifts an eyebrow, nods, “I would….enjoy that.”

He is with Jesse for nearly a year when the Reaper assists Akande in his prison breakout. The doomfist gauntlet has been taken. Numbani is in tatters, a frenzy of political and civilian meltdowns.

Hanzo is alone on the battlefield when Akande lands before him.

He is just as imposing as he was in his youth, more so now with the golden gauntlet covering half his chest. The white markings are new. His footsteps are silent, despite his hulking size.

Hanzo is not afraid.

“Hanzo, you should consider joining us, I think we would see eye to eye.” It is not the first thing he expected Akande to say to him after so long apart.

Hanzo wrinkles his nose, nocks an arrow, “I would have little to gain from such an arrangement. No, I will find my own path.”

Akande stops before him. He is the enemy now. Hanzo should be afraid.

His left hand cups the side of Hanzo’s face, thumb across his cheek, “You are sure?” Akande’s voice lowers, as does his head.

Hanzo thinks of Genji. Of everything he has done. The anger that burned within him when he struck his brother from the sky.

He thinks of Jesse, a warm weight at his back every night. The smell of smoke and the taste of alcohol on the balcony of the watchpoint.

“We would be unstoppable.” Akande promises, “Talon could offer you more than just your empire, Hanzo.”

Hanzo closes his eyes, “I must refuse.”

A sigh, heavy and warm against his face.

“Losing you is difficult to bear.” Akande admits quietly, “You know I do not like refusal.”

Hanzo steadies his posture, jerks out of Akande’s grip and levels an arrow at his chest, “Then you should get use to my refusal from this point on.”

Akande grins, eyes dark and molten on Hanzo’s, “Then I look forward to seeing you again on the battlefield, my dragon.” He bows swiftly and slinks away.

Hanzo lets him.

Hanzo lowers his bow. Heart racing. Sweat beading down the back of his neck.


His comm fizzes to life, he did not realize it had been compromised.

“I am here.” He replies.

A relieved string of sighs on the other end from numerous members of his team, “Where are you? What’s your status?” Soldier 76’s voice is firm and bellows over the other questions of where he is.

“I will return to the rendezvous point shortly.” Hanzo states, “And 76?”


“Tell Winston that Talon is recruiting.”

Hotel California Chapter 1: Checking In

Dean Winchester x Reader

1450 Words

Story Summary: After an unfortunate incident at work, you take a couple of days for yourself, planning on staying at the nice restaurant at the edge of town. There you meet a handsome green eyed man who comes to your rescue when you’re visited by a ghost. 

A/N: Thanks for all the followers! This is the story I promised for when I hit 3K followers! Love all of you!!

“Miss, can I ask how long your stay will be for?” The front desk concierge asked you as you handed over your reservation papers.

“Two nights.” You answered tiredly  as two men strode over to the register next to you, their boots echoing on the tile floor. Glancing over, you couldn’t help but do a double take. They were both tall, and well built. One had long, shaggy dark hair, while the other’s was more spiked, a dark,dirty blonde that was almost brown in color. They were both dressed in jeans, and flannel shirts, but it was easy to see they were covering lean and strong bodies. You could feel your heart speeding up as the spiky haired one turned his gaze on you, giving you a cheeky smile, his green eyes vibrant as he took you in.

Blushing, you turned back to the receptionist, taking your papers back, along with your key. “Miss Y/L/N, you are in room 218. Enjoy your stay.” She said, and struggling with your  suitcases, you made your way to the elevator.

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Bar encounters (Jason Todd x Reader)

Nothing was better than sitting on your bed and watching old cartoons with some good food.

But today was not that day.

Instead you were stuck in a sweaty dim lighted bar with drunk men and grinding dancing partners.

You sighed and twirled your drink in your hand. It’s been a month and every Friday and Saturday your friends would drag you to the “hottest club” in Gotham. And frankly, it was quite hot due to all of the dancing bodies littered around the bar.

Bars were meant to find a good match up for a life long partner, but you saw it more of a one night type of partner. I mean who finds true love in a bar?

No one.


Going to your usual seat located in the corner of the table. The bartender gave you the usual drink.

“Still haven’t found the one yet?” The bartender asked jokingly.

“Ugh no, And I don’t think I can leave this place until I do.”

“There are some attractive fellows coming in right now.” The bartender gestured to the door as a man with red hair and a man of jet black hair walked in. They sat on the other side of the bar and gestured to the bartender, wanting some drinks.

“Totally hot and attractive guys… Think they go for antisocial dork like me?”

The Bartender only laughed, “Don’t put down yourself too much, you have the looks and smarts. Very charming.”

“You can go tell my imaginary boyfriend that.”

You waved at the Bartender as he walked over to the two men with a chuckle. Sarcasm was your specialty.

Throughout the whole night you checked on your phone for the time and had short talks with the Bartender man Joe. If one good thing was to come out of these bar trips it would be talking to the Mr.Joe. He was an older man, but seemed like the only one with common sense in this whole room.

Once the clock struck 1am you gathered your keys and waved goodbye to the Bartender. Making your way to the dance floor you didn’t notice a pair of eyes following your figure.

The following night you arrived at the bar and sat as your usual seat.

“Evening Joe, you look happier than usual.”

“Remember those two gentlemen from last night?” Joe said enthusiastically.

You merely cocked an eyebrow while sipping your drink.

“Yeah why?”

“The one with black hair asked about you. His name was Jason” He revealed with a big grin.


“Did you prefer the red head?”


Joe chuckled and nodded his head remorsefully.

“Give ‘em a chance.”

Wasting another night at the bar you observed the usual surroundings of the night life. There was always drinking competitions and a couple breaking up. It was a sight to see and tonight was no exception. A woman has found her man surrounded with flirty models. Enraged she picked up a wine bottle and smashed it to the table spilling the dark liquid.

You gasped quietly as you watched the scene unfold.

“Pretty intense huh?” A voice said behind you

Turning to your side that same man from last night, Jason sitting next to you. Upon closer look he was very handsome as he gave you a mysterious smile. You simply turned your head back to the scene ignoring his attempts of conversation.

“You don’t seem like the type to be at a bar.” Jason tried again as he received his drink from Joe.

“You don’t seem like the type to be into an awkward person like me.”

He gave you a mischievous grin as he sipped his drink.

“If you talk to me maybe you’ll find out more.”

Curious you turned your body towards him.

“What brings you to the bar tonight?” You questioned.

“To meet a pretty one like you.”

What a flirt. Rolling your eyes you began to turn yourself away, but he quickly said.

“Alright that was a pretty bad pick up line sorry, but what brings you here?”

“My friends think I could get a date if I went to this bar” You sighed.

Jason gently touched the glass with his fingers tapping it nervously.

“You haven’t found anyone yet?”

“Sadly and gladly not yet.”

Jason still keep tapping his glass and he quickly looked the other way. This was a perfect chance for him. He needs someone as witty and clever as you and he already messed up once from his bad pick up line.

“I could get you out of all of this if you want?” Jason questioned looking at you.

“How so?” You replied with a slight cock of the head.

“I can give you my number and we can have coffee or lunch sometime… you know, it’ll get your friends out of your love life for a bit?”

You thought about it for a moment and seeing his anxious gaze made you want to think about it for a bit longer.

“I guess…” You drawled on looking at his expression. Jason had his mouth clenched in nervous anticipation for your answer.

“I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Jason sighed and with a grin pulled out his phone.

“That long pause was killing me.”

“That was the point.”


Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 1.)

CHAPTER TITLE: The Bachelor Party

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (pre-apocalypse)
It was just a regular bachelor party that you had to work that night, but what you weren’t expecting were two eligible bachelors that caught your interest…
Word Count: 4,515
Warning: No smut, just ya know… Dirty dancing, lap dances, and Negan’s vulgarity as usual… Seriously tho, the dancing is very very dirty. 
Author’s Note: So, I’m not sure if I want to do a two-parter for this story, but for now, let’s settle on this story being a one-shot. I currently have taken a liking to Steven Ogg and literally freaked out when he and JDM were on the same panel at WSC London (wish Austin Amelio wasn’t sitting between them, but beggars can’t be choosers right?) lmao, anyway, I need more of these two bc my god I’ve got a thing for them both and I’m still waiting for them to be standing next to each other in one goddamn frame pls 

(GIF Source: @mypapawinchester​)

Songs: Pony by Ginuwine || Grind On Me by Pretty Ricky

“Take a seat, take a seat, take a motherfucking seat, Jason!” Negan grinned, taking the groom-to-be by the shoulders and pushing him into a chair in the middle of the room.

Jason’s wedding wasn’t until this weekend, but the group of men decided to take his bachelor party to Las Vegas. They didn’t want to risk bumping into his fiancée at any of the bars, though, that was highly unlikely.

“I said no strippers, guys!” Jason exclaimed, fidgeting in his seat. “Anne’s going to be angry! I told her no strippers! Just gambling and drinks out with my guys…”

“Calm down, Jase. Seriously. Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Besides, you’re telling me that her bunch of girlfriends didn’t bring her her own stripper? Come on. It wouldn’t be a bachelor or bachelorette party without a stripper,” Simon interrupted, walking behind Jason and gently squeezing his shoulders to calm him down.

“There are five of us altogether and only you and Negan are the ones that are single,” Jason added.

“And what’s your fucking point, Jason?” Negan smirked, sipping on his glass of scotch as he leaned against the bar in their hotel suite.

“All I’m saying is that you two can’t talk about feeling guilty because this woman can dance all up on you and you won’t have to worry about a fiancée or wife getting angry with you,” Jason replied, motioning to the other men that were his groomsmen.

“Lighten up. It’s not like you’re going to fuck her. Right, Jase?” Negan teased, chuckling quietly as the man sitting in the chair grabbed one of the pillows from the sofa to throw towards Negan’s head.

“Fuck you, Negan.”

“Seriously, Jason. She’ll be here for two hours tops. That’s it. She’ll give you one dance and that’ll be it,” Negan sighed, trying to reason with the other man. “This is your last chance to do this. Just fucking live a little.”

“Pour me a shot of Patron,” he demanded.

Negan smirked, “That’s more like it!”

The men clinked their shot glasses together before downing the shot simultaneously. Suddenly, they were all broken out of their reverie when they heard a knock at the door.

“She’s here,” Negan winked.

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anonymous asked:

your headcanon of girl!bts and what they'd be like

omg okay!!!!

yoongi: butch lesbian…….. always wearing ripped jeans and baggy tshirts. she has rly short hair bc taking care of long hair is too much work. no one can rmr the last time they saw her wearing high heels. pretends she hates tall ppl but melts when one of the girls hug her from behind. hates men every second of her life.

seokjin: long brown hair….. she likes wearing tight pants and like blouses and stuff shes #chic….. neutral bi. makeup is her coping mechanism… mom friend who everyone secretly wants to bang… hates boys but in a its so unfortunate im attracted to them way

namjoon: probably had t/erf bangs at some point before knowing what theyre related to. likes dyeing her own hair (and yoongi’s). she used to be self conscious abt being tall but now wears boots with plataform and towers over everyone else. likes girls above all else

hoseok: shoulder lengh black hair….. probably the dancer u see on youtube and want to die bc shes hot as fuck. prefers wearing sporty outfits which makes everyone around her go [cold sweats emoji]. chaotic pan

jimin: hair a bit longer than her shoulders… she likes to keep it a dark brown….. tiny but thick…. jm is the girl who everyone thinks is straight until they see her making out with her gf (tae) at a party. 

taehyung: goes through lots of phases and that reflects her hair… rn she has like blonde coco channel style hair bc she likes fashion or smth like that. tall and lean but is obviously the little spoon in her relationship. big old lesbian who pretends men dont exist

jungkook: dresses even more butch than yg but she buys all of her clothes in the men’s section. used to have rly long hair but then yg convinced her to chop it all off and she rly doesnt regret it. ppl think shes intimidating but shes actually rly shy and gay….. has had pink highlights…. probably has a lesbian flag button on her jean jacket 


im gay for trans boys
i dont even know how to begin to describe just how gay i am
like?? trans boys?? are beautiful ok?? and if you dont want to be called beautiful [hi me too] then youre handsome as FUCK my dude
and i mean ALL TRANS BOYS
lightskinned trans boys?? lovely!!
midtone trans boys?? marvelous!!
darkskinned trans boys?? enchanting!!
fat/chubby/plus sized trans boys?? god i love you and dont think for a minute you arent attractive!!
skinny trans boys?? handsome!!
muscular trans boys?? hot!! hello throw me into the sun!!
trans boys with short hair?? i would totally run my hands through that!!
trans boys with long hair?? i bet you look like a warrior or a young wizard in training!!
neurotypical trans boys?? charming!!
mentally ill trans boys?? incredible!!
disabled trans boys?? more like kings!!
straight trans boys?? wonderful!!
gay trans boys?? amazing!!
closeted trans boys?? i see you and i support you whether you ever come out or not!!
trans boys who are out?? im proud of you!!
trans boys who arent always boys?? youre still valid!!
trans boys with accepting families?? im so glad they support you!!
trans boys with unsupportive families?? im sorry they cant see the real you and i want you to know there are people who will love and accept you!!
jeez i just.. love all of you so much and i want yall to know theres NO WRONG WAY to be a trans boy
all trans boys are great
im just so happy that were here

[all of this also goes for trans men too cos yall are AMAZING but im a child so right now im just very boys and not very men]

Thomas Shelby x Female Reader

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Imagine being close with the Shelby family and Thomas cannot believe how perfect you are.

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I will not be doing this often as my blog is a Game Of Thrones one and that is how it will remain. However, I am obsessed with Peaky Blinders and will be posting 1 imagine for Thomas Shelby and very rarely may post an imagine for other shows. This means perhaps 1 every 15 imagines. I am only going to post it because it is already written but it shall not be a regular thing. If that makes any sense.

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The Bowman

Daryl Dixon x Reader | 18+ Warning | NSFW | Smut |

Summary: I don’t know this is just a random thought I needed to write out. Daryl is the bow instructor at the Hilltop and Reader has a crush on him. Daryl notices and puts the moves on her. Pure Daryl Smut. Enjoy. Post Season 7 Era.


You watched as Daryl instructed the group of 15-20 people, who all stood in a line against a long wooden fence that surrounded the inner walls of the Hilltop. This fence’s purpose usually was simply an extra line of defense against the dead fuckers, in case their outside wall ever went down. But, today and from here on out the new people were using it to train a group of people from Alexandria, The Hilltop, and The Kingdom.

You stood inside the walls, leaning against the wall of the massive building you all took refuge in, watching the new man as he instructed the group. Your eyes took him in with caution. Truth be told you weren’t too interested into letting new strangers inside the walls, especially strange men. You had seen all too well what kinds of men survived this world. But, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he was. Your eyes roamed his body. He was sweating through his black button down shirt and his hair glistened in the heat. His hard jawline, broad shoulders and chest were nothing compared to his intense eyes.

You smiled to yourself as you watched him adjust Timmy’s elbow as the 12 year old boy concentrated on stretching the classic bow out, trying to aim the arrow.

“You gotta keep that elbow tucked in and straight, little man.” Daryl instructed, gently putting his arm back in the position the kid needed to be in.

Timmy nodded, licking his lips and narrowing his eyes, as he concentrated on the target that was setup yards away against the very back wall. He pulled his arm back, holding it has tight to his body as he could, and released the air into the air. It soared through the air, on track, until it hit the backboard of the target. It landed slightly below the bulls eye.

Timmy smiled to himself proudly at his accomplishment.

“That’s good! Keep that elbow in and you might just be my best student so far.” Daryl patted the kid on the back and Timmy looked up and smiled at his compliment.

“Now, keep practicing.” Daryl’s praise was short lived as he re-focused the boy back to practice.

There was a line of people from all 3 towns, of all ages, both men and women who wanted to learn how to shoot. King Ezekiel had come to the Hilltop with Daryl claiming this Bowman could help us all stay safe and fight against the saviors. The Governor wasn’t thrilled to have more people invading his town, but did agree that protection against the saviors should be the top priority. He had begrudgingly allowed the new people into your town.

“Good job, Sue… Keep that arm tight…” Daryl helped Sue readjust the heavy bow in her hands, steadying it for her and squaring her hips. She released the bow and barely hit the board.

“A hit is still a hit, keep trying.”Daryl encouraged her, continuing down the line of people with all different styles of bows, a collection the three groups had found over their scavenging.

“Good work, Mark… You pull the trigger like that Jake, get ready to feel a major kickback. Watch your finger placement… Excellent shot, Anna!”

You watched as he went up and down the line coaching the new bowers as they all continued target practice. You smiled happily to yourself, wrapping your arms around yourself, as you took in this stranger.

“Someone’s got a crush.”

You look over to the doorway of the building you are leaning against and see Jesus emerge. He props his forearm on the doorway and leans towards you with a crooked smile on his face.

You roll your eyes and smack him, leaning over just long enough to make contact with his right shoulder before slumping back onto the wall. Your eyes go back to Daryl and the bowers as you hear Jesus chuckle.

“Why don’t you go give it a shot.” He laughs more heartily.

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One In The Same

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, Bobby

Word Count: 2,806

Warnings: None

Request:  Can you do a Dean imagine where Bobby called a friend to help with a case but he had to send his daughter? And it just so happens that the daughter is basically a female Dean so Sam sets them up on a date.

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You’ve always been a lone hunter. When your mom died by a Djinn, your dad did everything he could to kill the monster. You were old enough to know what was real and what was just in your imagination and monsters were very much real.

Eventually, your dad killed the thing but he couldn’t stop there. He actively searched for monsters and killed them, protecting people and saving lives. He trained you like he was your drill sergeant so that once he was gone, you could take over and save people.

You didn’t have much of a choice but did as you were told anyways. Your father died not long ago and it broke your heart because you were the one to kill him. A demon was possessing you and did awful things that you’d rather not talk about. You busied yourself to shut the pain off but you were broken inside. You didn’t have anyone left or anywhere to go.

Yes, you’ve met hunters along the way but they were your dad’s friends. You’ve met Bobby Singer, Ellen and Jo, Frank and Rufus. They always asked for your dad’s help but he was gone now. You kept everything he owned, even his cell phone. No one but you know he died so if his phone rings, you assumed it would be another hunter.

You always had it on you but not one phone call came in. You were glad in a way because you liked hunting alone. You haven’t met another hunter that was the same as you so you never tried to find them.

You were at a bar, drinking a whiskey when you heard a phone ring. You knew that ringtone anywhere. You pulled out your dad’s phone and gulped. You answered it, putting it to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked quietly. You didn’t know who it was because your dad never saved any contacts.

“Is Y/D/N there?” You heard a man ask.

“I’m sorry, who is this?”

“Bobby Singer.” Your eyes widened at the name. You hadn’t seen him since you were a small child.

“Bobby? Are you okay?” He wouldn’t be calling unless it was an emergency.

“Who is this?” Bobby demanded.

“Y/N Y/L/N. Remember me?” You downed the rest of your whiskey and put a twenty on the counter. You got up and walked out of the bar and to your 1959 Cadillac Series 62.

“Y/N? It’s good to hear your voice but where is your dad?” You bit your lip and got behind the wheel but didn’t turn the car on.

“Dead.” You whispered.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for calling then.”

“No, it’s fine. You always call for a reason. What’s up?”

“I’m working a case with Sam and Dean and I could really use your help.”

“Those are John’s boys, right? I remember you mentioning your friend John and his kids. I’ve never met them but I’ll come out to you. Where are you?” You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.

“Phoenix, Arizona. How far away are you?”

“Only a few hundred miles. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You hung up before he could ask anything else and you sighed. Time to hit the road again. At least you’ll be busy this time.

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So Long Sunday - Quantico Finale!

It’s here, the end, the ending I planned from the start then doubted and stuck to. Thanks to @kateyes224 @sunflowerseedsandscience and @therobbinsnest for reassuring me when I lost my nerve at the eleventh hour, and to you, everyone who has reblogged and cmmented and supported this surprise of a series. And to David and Gillian, for Mulder and Scully, and I guess Chris too, for thinking of them and then leaving me so much unfinished business to play with….

Monday Night is Laundry Night || Tuesday Night is Taco Night || Washout Wednesday || Three Acts on a Thursday || First Thing Friday || Friday Night by Headlight || Sunrise Saturday || Words for a Weekend


Reality arrives with a sudden shift in the sheets and then the most awful noise Scully has ever heard in the dead of night. Somewhere between a scream and the word “NO”, Mulder is thrashing beside, her, sweat-slicked and just shouting over and over again as his eyes flicker desperately behind their screwed shut lids. Everything she knows about sleepwalkers and nightmares flies out of her head, she can’t not wake him, not when his fingers are twisted cruelly in the sheets as if he’s grasping for something or someone who is just beyond his reach. Trying to stay out of range, in case he startles, Scully reaches over and starts to smooth Mulder’s hair rhythmically back from the stress lines gathered on his forehead, he jerks a little and so she starts speaking, just his name and that he’s safe and she’s there, in the soft, bedside voice she learned on her pediatrics rotation.

‘Come back, Mulder, it’s okay. Just wake up. Shhh. I’ve got you’

And slowly, painfully slowly, her kindness wears the edges from his anguish, his cries become whimpers, and then subside, hands loosening in she sheets as his eyes, dark with terror flutter open.

‘Scully?’ he manages, and then she is crushed to his chest, closer than close and he’s sobbing into her hair. She holds him just as tightly, holding him together, Mulder’s strength and size so diminished by his terror that Scully almost believes despite her petiteness she could shield him, wrap him completely in her strength and so fight off his demons before they can reach him.

When his grip and breathing have relaxed enough to let moonlight and air between them Scully asks,

‘What did you dream?’ half expecting that he won’t answer. Mulder rolls away onto his back, waits a breath and then reaches back for her hand, unable to meet her eyes but needing her touch.

‘I’m walking down a long corridor with a group of other men. We’re all in suits, we work together I think, and as we walk we pass doors on either side. The doors stretch endlessly away, in both directions and at each door someone stops, opens a little hatch and looks through. Then they make a note, close the hatch and move on. It all seems very normal at first. Like it’s just another day on the job. But then it’s my turn to look in and when I do, something shifts.’

He takes a deep breath and his grip on her hand tightens a little. Scully turns in so she can hold on more tightly, both her arms wrapped around one of his, and when he doesn’t shrug her off she rests her forehead on his shoulders and waits for him to continue.

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Off-Limits (B.Barnes)


Bucky Barnes

Warnings: swearing, mention of sex(?)

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

It had been less than a month since Bucky moved into the Avengers Tower and he can honestly say he had never once seen this girl in his entire time there. She was so damn beautiful with her messy hair, full coffee cup and three suitcases beside her.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” Sam quips over at Bucky, pointing his finger at the long haired man. “No. Trust me, we’ve all tried and we’ve all dealt with the repercussions of trying to get too close to her.”

Steve nods his head, agreeing with the single word Sam is continuously repeating. Bucky shrugs his shoulders, cocking an eyebrow in the process. “What do you mean?”

“He means, no. No touching, no speaking to and most definitely no looking. She’s off-limits.” Steve explains, nodding his head to where Bucky had his eyes only moments ago.

Bucky’s still unsure as to why he isn’t allowed to look at her. She was gorgeous, more gorgeous than anyone Bucky’s ever seen. And well, he was a man who had gone 70-some-odd-years without seeing a single good looking woman. Obviously he was going to look.

“So I can’t even speak to her?” Bucky asks accusingly, his hands finding his hips. Sam nods, actually trying to protect Bucky from what could happen to him if he didn’t listen.

Steve taps Bucky’s arm, forcing the soldier to tear his eyes from the perfect specimen in front of him. “She talks to us sometimes, other than that nothing. We don’t initiate conversations, we will probably die if he sees us talking to her. Again, she’s off-limits to everyone in this tower.”

“Who is ‘he’?” Bucky asks, watching Steve hold a finger up to him.

“Just wait.” Steve sighs, curling into the newspaper at the counter he’s seated at. Bucky tries not to look at her, but he soon finds his eyes wondering up over his bowl of cereal. 

It only takes a moment for Bucky to fully understand why he was being warned about the girl.

Tony walks into the kitchen, an empty cup of coffee in his hand. He greets the men, placing the cup in the sink. “Dad!” The girl calls, running over to Tony to give him a big hug. "Barbados was so much fun!”

Bucky zones out the rest of the conversation, his heart hammering in his chest. Tony Stark has a daughter? An extremely attractive daughter, that is. A young one too, as he assumes she’s around 22 years old.

Her cherry vanilla scent swirls under Bucky’s nostrils, his eyes closing momentarily as he inhales the addictive scent. When he opens his eyes, he finally surveys the girl fully when Tony’s eyes are only on her.

She has a small frame, petite yet fit. Her long hairs in a ponytail, flowing down her back. She has steel-cold eyes, but somehow Bucky finds a sense of comfort in them. 

She’s clad in a lace up shirt and some tiny jean shorts. Bucky can’t help but look at the curve of her ass in the tight shorts.

Steve elbows him hard in the ribs, snapping him out of his daze. “Off-limits.” Steve mouths, sending Bucky a warning look.

“Oh, I’m sorry! I haven’t met you yet, I’m Y/N” She smirks, her eyes trained on Bucky as she speaks in a velvety voice. She extends her hand over the counter, her breasts nearly spilling from the cut of the top. 

He swallows thickly before reaching forward. “Bucky.” He manages out, feeling his heart stop when his hand meets hers. He swears his hand fits hers perfectly, as if fate made the two of them for each other.

Bucky fears for a moment that she’ll hold resentment towards him for what he did to her grandparents, but instead she smiles calmly. “Nice to meet you, Bucky. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other from now on.” Y/N’s voice holds a hint of flirtation.

She removes her hand, turning to look at Steve with a small smirk. “Hey, Captain.” Her voice is almost sultry, making Bucky think there’s something going on between the two of them.

Steve’s cheeks flush red, his body reacting the same way it always does when she speaks to him. She loved the reaction, she had him wrapped around her finger. “Could you bring my bags to my room? They’re so heavy, I’m sure a strong guy like you could do it so much easier than I could.”

Sam bites the inside of his cheek, knowing very well what game Y/N was playing. She always did this, tease Steve just enough to get her way, all while making her fathers temper flare.

Tony knew his daughter was an attractive girl, that’s why he fought tooth and nail to keep her out of reach from the Avengers team. In his eyes, nobody was good enough for his daughter.

Steve nods enthusiastically, watching her teeth gnaw into her pink bottom lip. The sight sends a cold sweat up Bucky’s back, his eyes not moving from her mouth. “Alright, go get ready and we’ll go to breakfast.” Tony says, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s temple.

She twirls around, removing her hair from the ponytail as she walks from the room. “Don’t forget my bags, Stevie!” She smirks, leaving the men alone in the kitchen.

Tony leans his arms on the counter, glaring at Bucky. “That’s my baby girl. She is my entire world. If you so much as look at her like that again, I’ll kill you.” He seethes, turning on his heel and leaving the room.

“Told you - off-limits.” Steve sighs, standing from his spot.

“Off-limits my ass. You do everything in your power to get in that girls pants. I, however, am respectable towards her fathers wishes.” Sam smirks, biting into his toast.

Steve tosses him a look, rolling his eyes. “Says the guy who nearly got shot by Tony for watching her swim.”

“Hey! I was admiring her strokes.” Sam defends, causing a chuckle to fall from Bucky’s lips.

Bucky spent the rest of the day in the gym, trying to alleviate some of the frustrations that Y/N caused earlier in the day. How on earth was he supposed to stay away from her?

He sighs as he lays back on the bench, his arms flexing to lift the bar above his chest. Bucky knows for sure he won’t be able to avoid her if she kept speaking to him the way she does.

He grunts as he lifts the weight, his jaw ticking. “I guess I came at the right time, huh?” 

Bucky nearly drops the bar when he hears her voice, his arms shaking slightly. He places it back on the rack on top of him, his eyes meeting her intense ones. “Sorry, I can leave if you want.” He suggests, scratching the back of his neck.

She shakes her head, unzipping her hoodie to reveal a tight sports bra. “I was quite enjoying the sight, actually.” Y/N hums, lifting her foot behind her to stretch out her bare legs.

A small pair of spandex shorts cover her modesty, Bucky’s eyes looking everywhere but there. He knows if he looks at her ass he’s going to have a horrifically hard situation in his pants.

“Don’t stop on my account.” She smirks over her shoulder, bending down to stretch. Bucky has to close his eyes and take a deep breath before shaking himself out of it.

He sits back down, pressing his shoulders to the black padding on the bench. Bucky takes one final look at her before preparing to show off to her. He lifts the bar, pressing it to his chest and back into the air. 

He completes a few reps, nearly forgetting her presence in the room. That is, until she speaks again. “Your hips keep moving up. Steve tells me thats bad for your legs.” She says, looking up from her position on the ground where she’s doing push-ups. 

“Yeah, hard not to though.” Bucky shrugs, tossing a small smile her way. She stands, wiping her hands on her hips. 

“Here, this is what Nat does to me.” She says, walking over and swinging a leg over Bucky’s hips. He feels his heart stop at the complete contact and tries to keep calm so he doesn’t get an unexpected visitor.

She smiles down at him, placing her hands on his abs. “I’m not sure your father would like seeing us like this.” Bucky tries, looking at the ceiling before lifting the weight.

“Who says my father will find out?” She chides, eyes wide as she examines his biceps. She’s fascinated with the metal arm, her curiosity much like her own fathers.

“Who says he won’t.” Bucky quips, eyeing her.

She shrugs, chewing on her lips before leaning down. Her breath fans across Bucky’s lips, eyes looking into her own. “Sometimes you just have to break the rules.” She whispers before climbing off Bucky’s lap and exiting the gym completely.

Bucky is completely fucked and he is more aware of that than anything else.

Let me know if you want a part two! I might turn this into a little mini fic! 

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“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that triggered you, I’ll never do it again.” Bruce and Clark

not necessarily what fits the prompt, but i do believe it works for your purposes? i hope you enjoy!

Dinah popped a jelly bean in her mouth. “What are we watching?”

Oliver was laying in her lap, thumbing through a magazine. Hal had constructed a fort of pillows on the floor beside them.

“Just scoot over,” Barry said. “Look, you’ve got like a solid five inches, there’s room for me.”

“No, I made this,” Hal said, stubbornly crossing his arms. 

Diana was propped in Oliver’s black leather recliner, still wearing her slightly smoldering armor, because nothing Dinah owned could reasonably fit her. Clark was in a similar position - the Kryptonian suit was still going through the process of knitting itself together, and the motion of the bands of alien fabric was oddly soothing. 

It had been a hard battle - Hal was holding an ice pack to a blackened eye, Barry resting a few bruised ribs, Diana was still wiping blood from a wicked cut on her shoulder, Oliver favoring his right arm. Bruce himself could feel the pounding pain in his knee and the wasted mess he called his right shoulder these days, a cracked rib that was making it hard to breathe that deeply. A hard battle, but a satisfying one. The exhausted burn of his muscles was pleasant, the treat of Oliver’s whiskey even more so.

“What are we watching?” Clark asked. “I could go for a movie.”

Bruce swallowed a groan - perhaps he should have taken his chance, and headed back for Gotham. 

“Dinah, babe, what do we have on the rack here?” Oliver asked, tossing aside his magazine, which landed squarely on Hal’s lap. 

“Better Home and Garden, Ol, seriously?”

“Twelve Angry Men, Metropolis, er, It Happened One Night, and I think Mark of Zorro?” Dinah replied, speaking over Hal. “You wanted to show me the brilliance of black and white movies.”

“If you make me sit through Twelve Angry Men again I’m going to punt you into the sun,” Hal growled. 

“Black and white movies? Aren’t those a bit - well, boring?” Barry asked.

Oliver jolted up so fast he knocked Dinah in the chin. “Boring? These movies are total masterpieces, have you even seen Metropolis - “

“The naming is unfortunate,” Clark quipped, which got a general laugh from the group of them, and safely diffused whatever tirade Oliver was ready to unleash. 

Diana leaned over to peer into the magazine Hal was now flipping through with an absent expression of disgust. “That’s a wonderful flower arrangement. Is there a broader selection of film?”

“Ah, no, we just brought them here for a weekend,” Dinah explained. 

Oliver winked. “It was a fun weekend.”

“Oh, gross,” Hal moaned, slapping him on the arm. “Just turn on Mark of Zorro. That’s a damn good movie.”

It was. It had been. The thing about the sudden strike of tragedy was that it threw every mundane detail before it into sharp relief, like the long cast of shadow against marble; he remembered the Mark of Zorro in every breath, every twitch of it. He remembered that movie, and the bloodbath that came after it, better than he remembered his parents, even.

“Oh, uh,” Clark fumbled with the edge of his cape. “Actually, I was kind of curious about - “

“Mark of Zorro,” Bruce growled, tipping back his glass. The whiskey burned nicely. He probably would have left for Gotham already, if not for the pleasure of Oliver’s whiskey. 

Clark eyed him, and Bruce gave him a short nod. The look on Clark’s read I know this is going to end badly, but I can’t stop you.

“I know admitting you and Hal like the same movie had to have caused you physical pain, but you could at least try not to say it like you’re doing your vengeance and the night bit,” Oliver said. “I might have peed a little. I didn’t even think you were still here.”

Hal groaned. “Don’t say it out loud, that makes it real.”

Dinah popped in the movie, and Oliver passed out bags of chips, and Hal staged a small rebellion and made a bowl of popcorn, which Clark and Barry immediately started stealing out of. Eventually, though, the movie got started, and Bruce found himself mouthing the words - that funny thing, about tragedy.

It occurred to him that this was a movie Jason would have enjoyed, once upon a time. Jason, as a kid, had been attracted to the same things Bruce had been - action, adventure, the wilder the better. Bruce pulled his phone out of his pocket, thumbed through his text messages; his conversations with Jason were short, mostly locations and the letter ‘k’, nothing of substance. He dropped it in his lap, tugged out his wallet, and and pried out the picture of Jay he kept by his side. It was well-worn, faded. It had seen a lot of love, over the years. He held the picture, let his thumb run over it, and downed the rest of his drink.

“Why can she not fend for herself?” Diana asked. “Lolita is important to the plot only as a love interest. And Inez is as shallow as Zorro pretends to be, but she has no character outside of that.”

Clark munched on popcorn. “The joys of the 1940s.”

“See, Diana, we need to get together and - ”

Oliver was interrupted by a concussive snore from Barry, who was drooling on Hal’s shoulder. For his part, Hal hadn’t seemed to notice the small ocean building up on his shoulder. 

The normality, the domesticity of it, made Bruce’s gut writhe like a python. In the next room, he told himself, there’s someone waiting who can end all of this - in the next room, down the next hall, a hop and a skip and a jump, the alleyway down. There is always someone waiting. 

Bruce dropped his glass on the floor, and stalked out of the den - Oliver’s condo in Seattle was modest, designed more like a cabin than the designated residence of a multi-billionaire. Bruce rather liked it, usually - it was tight and walled in, plenty of places to hide. Tonight, it meant more places for men like Joe Chill to disappear - and Bruce knew he wouldn’t be able to rest if he didn’t turn over every inch of the condo. 

He felt, more than heard, Clark come up behind him. 

“Save it,” Bruce snapped.

“I was going to offer to search the bedrooms, if you wanted.”

Bruce turned, studying Clark’s face - it was an earnest face, unsettling in its honesty. “You… can.”

Clark nodded, and disappeared. He came back after a minute - slow enough to let Bruce know he’d looked, but fast enough that he’d still have used super speed. The panic - the itch just beneath his skin - wouldn’t leave, like every time he turned about, something manifested in the long shadows behind him. It wouldn’t be the first time. 

He could hear the end of the movie - the fear, the one that was always there, mounted in his chest. When he’d come back from the alley that night, he’d been splattered in the gray matter that had once been his mother’s brain. He’d picked it out of his hair. His clothes hadn’t been much better - the knees of his pants were soaked with blood, his shirt splattered. He hadn’t known what to do with the clothes, so he’d tucked them beneath his bed, and one day about a year later he’d come home to find Alfred, head bent, shoulders shaking, holding the pile of clothes in his lap - 

He was outside, Clark next to him. The bench was cold, bitterly so - that night in the alley had been blazing hot. The blood had felt like liquid fire. 

“You’re always right, aren’t you,” Bruce whispered. 

“I’d like to get a tape of you saying that, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Bruce pressed his palms into his eyes. “It’s - it’s a movie. It is a movie, and nothing else.”

Clark didn’t say anything, and Bruce cut his eyes at him. 

“What? I’m not gonna tell you that you’re wrong.”

“Well, you just did.”

“Only because you already knew I was going to disagree. Bruce, you’re not - you’re not a tank, right? You can’t try and force your way through everything, You can’t - I don’t know, put more armor on top and expect it to be fine.”

Bruce studied his hands. “Clark. Stop making sense when I’m tired and drunk.”

“I don’t know, I like hearing you admit I’m always right.”

I hate liars. (chapter 2)

Author’s note: first of all, finally decided on a face for our villain and he is the actor Dong Ha (whose real name is Hyungyu and I know he’s not actually petite but I wanted him to be so yeah). His portrayal of a psychopath in Suspicious Partner was so chilling, he’s the first one that came to mind. Hope you’re not disappointed with that. second, I might have gone slightly overboard. This is waaaaay longer than the first chapter and idk whether this is the kind of lengthy chapter you’d like or whether shorter ones would be better. Please let me know! Other than that, I hope you enjoy~

Genre: mafia!AU, very graphic imagery, attempted suicide, suicidal thoughts, mention of rape (if you’re not comfortable with any of those themes, please do not read) // female mc

Word count: 5147.

Summary: You never really knew how your father got involved in a gang but you knew what he did for a living, for the most part. When a rival gang comes to get what they’re due and your father refuses, everything turns to horror.

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          The whole ride to their HQ was a complete blur. You vaguely remember the tall blonde-haired man lifting you up into his arms and bringing you over to a big black range rover, putting you in the front seat and putting your seatbelt on. After that, you only remember the streets of Seoul, flashing before your eyes. Your head leaning on the cold hard glass window, you stared at passerby as they looked back at you before glancing away rapidly. Your entire world seemed to be falling apart piece by piece as you moved further away from your father and closer to what was going to be your future. You thought of running away. You thought of suddenly opening the car door when the driver stopped at a red light but you didn’t have the strength to bring that thought into motion. You just stayed there, motionless.

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I Am An Alpha Ch 4: He’s Here

“He’s here.” Jin and I say at the same time the moment the leader is on the property.

Jin sniffs the air again, “And he has another one with him.”

“What is that, six so far?” Tae mentally counts each man we’ve met.

“I wonder if there are any more?” Jimin muses.

Hoseok chuckles, “Do you think you’ll be able to handle more than six?”

I glare at him, “I’ve had to deal with you idiots for 100 years, I think I can manage my mates.”

“Make sure you don’t loose that fiest of yours, it’ll make life more fun,” Yoongi sighs as he strokes my head. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. He nuzzles my hair before placing a few kisses on my head. “Our life is going to be pretty boring without you now.”

I lean into his embrace and rest my head on his shoulder, “I’m going to miss you too Hyung.”

“They are about to come out so we should get the goodbyes out of the way. They didn’t appreciate you holding on to Jin hyung but they dealt with it but I doubt they will allow you to hug all of us,” Namjoon advises with his arms open to me. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. “I’m going to miss you little wolf.”

“Stop saying that stuff, you are going to make me cry,” I huff, trying my best to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

“None of that,” Jimin shushes me before pulling me into his embrace, “We don’t need them coming out here to you bawling your eyes out over us.”

“I can’t help it,” I whimper, suddenly feeling vulnerable with the realization sinking in that this is a real good bye. “I don’t know how I’m going to do this. I haven’t been away from you guys for more than a few hours since we met. I have never slept more than a mile away from Jin, I don’t know how I’m supposed to go from this to being all by myself.”

“You won’t be by yourself, you have plenty of mates to distract you. They will be fighting to spoil you with attention,” Hoseok tries to cheer me up as he takes his turn hugging me.

“You don’t need us anymore mama wolf,” Taehyung gives me a sad smile, he pinches my cheeks. “You are going to finally have a real home.”

“Taehyung-ah,” I grab his jacket and pull him closer for another hug. “You guys are my home. Even though this wasn’t the way I had planned my life as a kid I’m happy we all met.”

“Stop with all the mushy stuff and come over here,” Jin demands softly. His hug is the tightest, he knows there is a good chance that we may never be able to do this again. Once I’m with my mates they won’t let another alpha near, let alone touch me. They only are restrained because they haven’t actually caught my scent yet. The moment catch my untainted scent we all know their alpha instincts are going to kick in and they are going to loose it if one of my pack members even looks at me the wrong way.

Suddenly Jin releases me and everyone gets into the same position we were in earlier. Even though I’ve seen most of them before I find myself hiding behind Jin once again, only afraid of a particular wolf. Peeking over Jin’s shoulder I see five men coming out of the back door. Three are from earlier, Baekhyun, Tao, and Sehun, I believe their names are. One of the new ones doesn’t feel as threatening as the others, he’s about Baekhyun’s height, with short black hair. He’s undeniably attractive, a perfect V shaped face, wide shoulders, nice hips. As much as I enjoy looking at him I force myself to ignore his good looks and amazing scent to follow my nose to the familiar scent tickling my nose.

The smell of firewood fills my nostrils blocking out any of the other scents, dominating my senses. My eyes lock with golden ones that belong to the tall blond man leading the group. He’s taller than Tao with sharp features that remind me of a dragon. Dressed in a full black suit he looks incredibly handsome, I find myself biting my lip as my eyes scan him up and down. The group of men stop a few yard from their house leaving a good distance in between us.

“I hear you are here for your pup,” The man questions. His voice is deep like I always imagined it would be. It feels so surreal to finally see him again and in his human form, he is just as beautiful. My hands on tighten their grip on Jin’s shoulders to keep them form trembling. As happy as I am to see him I can’t help but remember the terrifying moment of him on top of me, teeth snapping, his monstrous growls echo through my ears. I gulp, something every wolf notices.

“Yes we are,” Namjoon answers, standing as tall as he possible can to show he’s not intimidated by the older wolf. “We apologize for trespassing on your property, as soon as we get our pup we will be out of your hair.”

The man stares at Namjoon as if he is ready to kill him, “I also hear you are using our mate as a bargaining tool to get your pup back.”

“Hold on one second,” Joon tries to defend himself but the man gives him no time.

“You are disgusting,” The man spits. “What kind of alpha uses a innocent omega as bait? Are you not strong enough to take your pup back by force? You shouldn’t be allowed to call yourself a head alpha if you can’t even protect your pack.”

“Watch your mouth,” Jin snarls back.

The man’s eyes shift to Jin and I. He sniffs the air before wrinkling his nose in disgust, “I know this smell. How could I forget the man who shot me?”

Jin chuckles dryly, “So you do you remember?”

“Of course.”

“Does that mean you remember me?” I question as I step out form behind Jin. All eyes shift to me, I watch him with my head cocked to the side, suddenly not feeling so bashful. It would be a lie to say that I’m not upset that he couldn’t recognize me all those years ago. His eyes narrow on me but he says nothing. “Maybe this helps,” I take Jin’s hat put it on, making sure to keep my hair out of my face. Those golden eyes of his go wide.

“The boy I attacked.”

“This is getting off track,” Namjoon brings everything back around, “Where is our pup?”

“We are in the middle of something,” The man rages.

“He’s right though,” I interject,  “Where is Jungkook?”

He growls and mumbles something under his breath before sharing a look with the other wolves behind him. I scan the house when he waves back to Sehun who dragging Jungkook out behind him. My fists clench at my sides at the sight of my pour beaten pup being thrown into the snow in front the pack of men. We all take a step forward, ready to run to him but the chorus of growls from the men stop us.

“Here is your pup, now hand over our mate,” The man snaps. My pack looks to me, I know they don’t want me to really go but I have to, not just for Kookie but for my wolf who is scratching at my insides to run to them. My wolf instincts and my human mind battle for dominance in the situation. My mates are there waiting for me but so is Jungkook. He looks up at me, one eye almost swollen shut, blood is running down his face, he looks about ready to cry. The pup stands up on shaking legs and begins wobbling towards us. I can’t control my legs anymore, I find myself running full speed into the field but not to my mates.

I reach Kookie in no time and tackle the pup to the ground, straddling his hips I rest on top of him with my arms around his neck and his face tucked into the crook of my neck. He cries softly in my embrace, wrapping his arms around me as he mumbles thank yous under his breath.

“Hyung I was so scared,” He cried louder this time, “I missed you so much.”

I shush the younger, “It’s okay Kookie, I’ve got you.” For a moment all feels right in the world with that pup in my arms, but that doesn’t last long. The growls start again, this time from both ends of the field. I look up at my mates, I see no more golden hues, instead I see blood red eyes staring down at me. The dominance radiating off them keeps me down on all fours and commands my inner omega to bare her neck and beg for forgiveness. But the alpha I was raised helps me to be able to bare my teeth a let out a growl of my own.

“Get away from that mutt,” The leader snarls.

“This mutt is my pack member and my pup,” I snap back, surprising not only myself but also every wolf there. The surprise is gone from their faces a minute later when their inner alphas rage in jealousy and anger. I try to stay strong but they continue to pour more and more pheromones into the air making it hard for me to breath. Black splotches begin to appear in my vision as I try to stay up, my heart is racing and my breathing becomes labored. Kookie notices and quickly tries to control the situation by cupping my face.

“Hyung calm down,” The young alpha commands.

“They hurt you Kookie,” I snap back.

He shakes his head, “I’m fine Hyung, please calm down and stop this stand off. You are over working yourself.”

“I’m fine,” I lie.

“You are having an attack, you need to look at me,” He demands. I hesitantly break eye contact with the man to look down at Kookie. “Now take a deep breath. Forget about those men, just focus on me, okay?” Without any hesitation I follow his commands like I have a thousand times before. His thumbs are stroking my cheeks, the heat from his beaten body draws me in and I relax against him. “Rest Hyung,” He whispers this last command as I burry my face into the crook of his neck and breath in his familiar scent, it reminds me of a rainstorm. Another moment passes and I find myself completely exhausted. Sleep is impossible to fight, regardless of my panicking pack members rushing towards us and my mates joining in the race, teeth bared, ready for a fight. I just can’t ignore it.