no one knows never shout never

where barry allen indirectly has been an accessory for rogue robberies on multiple occasions. the irony that he’s the flash is not lost on him

“hold the bag, bud” the weather wizard shouts under a squall of hail

barry rolls his eyes heavenward, another trip to the bank ruined. maybe one day he’ll open that savings account…

“sweetie - get the door” purrs the golden glider with her gun as barry finds himself in another armed robbery. he should have ordered iris’s gift of amazon instead - christmas shopping will never get done

having a dual identity has never been so frustrating

“allen - you’re a csi, why are you always part of these crime scenes?” barks captain singh wearily. barry shrugs helplessly, how was he supposed to know captain cold would rob the first national bank closest to jitters during the morning rush

ok but consider: cheerleader Neil Josten


- so we all know neil’s mom said he couldn’t play exy

- you know what the next best thing to playing exy is

- obsessively watching exy and cheering for it

- his mom didn’t really mind (well, he did at first, but neil somehow convinced her it wasn’t terrible) as long as he didn’t get attached to a squad and shit

- boy picked up so much skill from local cheer gyms everywhere

- he trained sO HARD (like half because if he was better they put him closer to the game so he had a better view)

- his tumbling passes were legendary. with his speed he could do the craziest shit like so many back handsprings. a back tuck. crazy twists and everything.

- even though he’s a guy he’s still soooo short

- at one point his coach decided to make him a f l y e r - like this little 5"3 muscular ass boy getting tossed like 20 feet in the air by these peppy girls in short skirts - just imagine

- he kept going until sometime before his mom died, when he realized he might have put a bit too much effort into the sport. people don’t see boy flyers and pass it off, and one of his teams almost made it big. almost- neil’s mom made him mess up their last routine and they left shortly after crippling the squad’s chances at nationals

- neil never really cheered again after his mom died, but he sometimes watched the vixens’ routines, mentally noting their strengths and weaknesses and what they could do with them, but he never said anything because he only knew katelyn and… it’s katelyn

- no one knows about his cheer days. not even andrew. uNTIL

- one day neil is out running and hey look up ahead near the exy stadium it’s the vixens holding practice

- he’s totally just gonna go right by them because exy but then he hears some shouting

- as he gets closer he sees some guys trying to talk to the vixens. from the look of their body language and the girls’ tense stances, it’s not going well

- neil gets closer and hears some very rude and derogatory things being said

- he promptly tells them to fuck off, may have added a threat or two. the guys bail.

- the vixens tell him they had it covered but thanks anyway, and one is like “hey, you wanna have a real practice today?” like totally joking

- neil’s brain is like fuck it

-  “yeah sure can you guys fly me in a basket double twist”

- who are you and what have you done with our starting striker

- neil just basically joins their practice

- katelyn’s reaction was priceless

- not as priceless as andrew’s expression when he sees his boyfriend being thrown into the air by a bunch of cheerleaders on the way to practice

JUNGKOOK calls you clingy part 3

Request: Hey!! can i request a fake text about a fight with jungkook where the jungkook is being snappy but they’re havinf a normal conversation but the reader catches on and like they have af ight and jungkook ends up saying something like “youre clingy” or anything else that really hurts her and then tries to make it up to her?? the ending is up to you happy/sad. i hope i made some sense!!! thank you 

Part 3 because I’m a nice person. 

Here’s a link to part 1 and part 2

“You what?!” 

 “I called her clingy.”

 Namjoon sat there shaking his head at what he was hearing. He knew that Jungkook was an ill tempered kid, so he hadn’t been too disturbed by the frantic call he had received from Jungkook an hour ago to ‘leave everything and come meet him’. Only, now that he was listening to Jungkook, he couldn’t help but look at him with disgust. 

 "I understand that you were not in the best of your moods…but who the fuck calls their own girlfriend clingy, you idiot?” 

 Jungkook groaned, letting his head fall in his hands while he listened to his elder brother chastise him for his actions. “That isn’t the only thing, hyung.” Jungkook said as he held out his phone for his elder brother to see. Namjoon raised an eyebrow and took the phone in his hands as he went over the messages that Jungkook had exchanged with you more than 15 days ago. 

“Holy fucking shit. You are a dick, Jeon Jungkook. No wonder she left you.” 

Jungkook cringed at the reiteration of the fact that he did not want to accept. He sighed. “I know, hyung. I am a huge idiot.”

 "Nope, you’re not an idiot. Being an idiot is a relatively forgivable sin. You, brother, were an absolute arse to her. Forget it, she isn’t coming back.” 

Namjoon shook his head, giving Jungkook’s phone back to him and standing up to leave. “Oh no no no, hyung please, help me out.” Jungkook got up and stood in front of Namjoon blocking is way. “You know how much I love her.” 

“Jeon Jungkook. ____ may have been your girlfriend, but don’t forget that she was my friend before you guys started going around together. You just hurt my friend, hm? What makes you think I’ll help you out with anything?” Namjoon said, his anger fianlly showing itself but Jungkook wasn’t in the position to back off. Namjoon was the only one who could help him. 

 "Because you are my brother and you know how much I love her. Please, hyung, don’t I deserve one chance?” Jungkook said as he desperately held on to the elder boy’s shoulders. 

Namjoon sighed. “Even if for a moment I consider helping you, and I’m not saying that I’m considering it at all, but let’s just say that I do- do you have anything in mind?” Jungkook frantically shook his head to express his affirmative. 

 "Yes, but I’ll need your help.” 

 You looked at the crowd of people bustling in for your friend’s mini concert and gave a half smile to yourself. Namjoon had always been very passionate about rapping but a year ago he had finally decided step out in the underground and let other people hear his rap. Needless to say, he had been a huge hit.

 As you entered the club, you saw people dressed in clothes screaming hip-hop, a huge contrast to your attire- a plain black hoodie, house shorts, converse and hair so messy, it would give Bellatrix Lestrange a run for her money. You didn’t mind, though. You were never the one to give too much thought to your appearance save for special dates with your ex-boyfriend. In all fairness, and not an ounce of boastfulness, you knew you could step out in nightwear and still look bomb. You just had that confidence about you. 

You pushed your way through the crowd and towards the bar, greeting the bartender with a nod. This was your favourite seat to view his performances. It was comfortable, in good distance, away from people and of course, you could drink peacefully and enjoy the performance. 

 "The regular, ___?” The bartender asked you, ready to pour in a 60 ML of Smirnoff-regular into your glass. 

 You shook your head, “I’ll have blue label today, Hoseok.” 

 “Whiskey? That’s new.” He said as he turned around and poured you your drink.

“I need new.” You shrugged.

 He hummed in response. “What will you have it with? Coke, soda?” 

 You scoffed. "On the rocks, boy.” 

 Hoseok chuckled as he fake saluted you, “Yes ma'am.” 

 You smiled and turned around as the lights dimmed and Namjoon or Rapmonster, as he was known in the underground, came on the stage and the crowd erupted into cheers, you being the loudest. He scanned the crowd and as soon as his eyes landed on you, he smirked and waved at you. You raised your drink and nodded at him in acknowledgement. Then, his demeanour completely changed and the crowd went silent. It was beginning. 

Rap monster continued firing curses at the speed of light. You could only keep up because you had heard this before. You turned in your seat to face the bar to ask for a refill from your friend only to find him missing. You frowned. 

That’s strange. 

You turned back round and realised the music had stopped and the crowd had gone silent again and on the stage were six men apart from Namjoon, all standing in front of their own mics. Hoseok was up there too. You recognised all of them, of course. They were all your friends. Part of the same group they liked to jokingly call ‘Bangtan Sonyeondan’.

 What unnerved you, however, was the man standing at the front mic. 

It was him. Jeon Jungkook. And he was looking directly at you. 

 You narrowed your eyes in anticipation of what was going to happen.

Namjoon wiped his sweat with his sleeves and came near his mic. “There is a new song, a bit different from my usual style, that we want a very special person to hear. It has been written by my younger brother Jungkook. You all have been with me since I began my journey and I know you came here for something else but would you mind giving me 5 minutes of your time? I swear it’ll be worth it.” 

 The crowd instantly burst into encouraging cheers. In midst of those cheers you noticed Jungkook coming closer to his mic, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. 

 “____, I’m so sorry. I love you.” 

 And then he began singing. 

Your eyes widened at the choice of his song. It was a song he had composed, you knew because he had shared a verse with you when you were together. It was called Butterfly. As the words poured out of his mouth and made their way to your ears, you found yourself wearing a sad expression. Here he was, singing about how he didn’t want you to disappear and yet, he was also the one who had called you clingy. That was one term you absolutely did not like. You always gave each other the space you both required and you were definitely not the kind of person who would try to invade his space. Seeing that word had made you, for the first time, question yourself. You felt bad about yourself. You felt humiliated. You were determined to stay the hell away from him for some time, if only to gain back your self respect. 

 Only, he was making it really difficult. 

You could practically feel the sadness from his voice seeping into you, begging you to not go and to stay with him. You could see it in his eyes, the guilt. You could see how sorry he was for what he had said and how scared he was to not have you with him. 

You sighed as you felt your resolve break into a million pieces and decided to give him a chance. Everyone deserves one chance to correct their mistakes and you were not about to take it away from him. 

So you looked up into his eyes, and you smiled. A reassuring and forgiving smile. He instantly understood and stopped singing as tears made their way down his face before he could hurriedly wipe them. He took in a large breath as he stepped away from his make and bolted down the stage towards you, wiping his tears with his hand the entire time.

You stood up, bracing yourself for the impact as Jungkook crashed into you, and burst into tears, not bothering to wipe them this time, and hugging you for dear life. 

“Oh god, I thought you’d left me for good.” He said, tears still falling out of his eyes and now, on the hoodie. He pulled away to stand with his hands in front of him and looked down at his feet. “I am so sorry for whatever I said, ___. I am so so sorry.” 

You smiled as you stepped forward and took his face in your hands before planting a kiss on his lips, to which he responded eagerly. You pulled away and hugged him, your head on his chest and his arms around your waist. “ I almost made up my mind to not come back, Jungkook. Only, you deserve one chance. I’ll forgive you this time, but please don’t ever hurt me like this again.” You said, your voice breaking. 

 Jungkook put his chin on your head and pulled you against him tighter. “I’m so sorry, ____. Never again. Thank you for coming back.” You smiled into his chest and were relishing the moment until you heard a random duo of teens shouting behind you.


You rolled your eyes as you pulled away to look at the drunken boys indifferently. 

 "Really? Gay? How the fuck is that even considered an insult?” You growled. 

Jungkook snickered above you knowing what was about to come. He looked at you fondly as you bullied the kids to the extent of making one almost cry and made a silent promise to himself. 

Never again am I doing anything to lose her.

gotta go now bYe



Rotten Judgement - part 6

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Hercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:2,052

Warnings: the usual + Torture, Blood, Death

A/N: I hate warnings, they spoil all the fun… Sorry, I don’t know what’s going on in my brain, but I enjoy drama lol Enjoy, lovely cupcakes :)

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

Two weeks after you last saw Bucky, you were getting ready for your meeting with Sam and his team when you heard a lot of giggling and chattering in the hallway. You rolled your eyes, recognizing the voice of the two Furies.

“What do you want?” you asked defensively as you swung the door open.

“Missed us?”

Wanda pressed her cheek against Nat’s and they both gave you their best innocent smile. When you didn’t answer, they bat their eyelashes at you.

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~ Taking notice in best friend!Hoseok’s friend, Yoongi ~PART SEVEN

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] 

Originally posted by sugaa

You paced around your apartment waiting for Yoongi to show up. You heard your apartment doorbell buzz. Not even bothering to check who it was you pressed the button, unlocking the door.

There was a knock at your door and you reluctantly pulled it open.

Giving you a weak smile, Yoongi greeted, “Hey, Y/N.”

“No, you don’t get to do that. Stop being so cute all the damn time. I’m supposed to be sad–mad but all I see is the hair I dared you to dye blue. Let’s try this again,” You blurted turning around so you weren’t facing hime. “Start again,” You whispered. 

“Y/N,” Yoongi whined. “I know what you saw looked probably very wrong but as cliche as it sounds, it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Then explain please.”

“She was one of my classmates from high school. She had a massive crush on me but I never returned her feelings for me. Long story short, she pined after me year after year until we graduated and I never saw her again. Until today. At the pier, where I was supposed to meet you, suddenly I heard someone shout my name and I turned and there she was.”

He paused just in case you had any sort of reaction. You turned back around and nodded stiffly, motioning him to continue. 

“I thought just maybe she’d grown out of her silly crush and get an actual boyfriend but no, after all these years she confessed she still liked me. That was when I mentioned you. Oh, by the way, irrelevant but if you ever meet her just let her know we’re dating because I kind of told her that. Anyway, she tried to pull moves on me but like before, I wasn’t falling for them. She tried to convince me that you weren’t the one for me.”

You scoffed at this. She didn’t even know you. How was it possible to get so jealous of a person she didn’t even know personally?

That was when she started getting real close and grabbed my hand. I’m assuming that’s what you saw. But as soon as she leaned in a millimeter I pulled away from her. She was so desperate, but I still apologized for me not feeling the same way and then she stomped off. Then I continued to wait for you. After waiting a while, I might’ve grew impatient and wanted to call you…until i saw your texts,” Yoongi rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. 

“And here we are,” You lifted your arms to drop them again at your sides.

“Here we are,” He repeated. “Do you believe me?”

You stared at Yoongi’s face to catch any sign of bluffing. When finding none, you sighed. “Yes, I believe you.”

“Oh, thank god!” He embraced you and didn’t let go. 

“What did you have for me? Before all this happened you told me you had something for me?” You asked, your voice muffled into his sweater.

Pulling away, he smiled, somewhat nervously, before digging into the pocket of his jeans.

“I know it’s not diamonds but here,” He handed you a long, velvet box. Peering at him curiously, you opened it and revealed a thin, gold, bracelet chain with a single charm at the center. Turning the charm over, it was a small circle with the initials M.Y. embedded into it. 

“Yoongi, it’s beautiful,” You stared in awe. 

“It would’ve been much more romantic before,” he grumbled, swaying his hands.

“I would’ve loved it just as much. What’s it for?”

“Y/N, we’ve known each other for months now and I’d really really like it if you’d maybe want to see how our relationship would go if we took it to the next level?”

“Wait, so by that you mean, do exactly what we’ve been doing except have a title now?” You smirked.

“Yeah…And I’d get to kiss you now.”

“Now? Dude, I’ve been waiting for you to kiss me for months.”

“Why did I have to be the one to kiss you?”

“I had to know your feelings were there!”

“Fine, fair enough. So it’s a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes!” You went back into the embrace and felt your cheeks heat up. “You know, I was the one who made Hoseok give you my number because I saw you on his snapchat story.”

“Oh, yeah. I was there with him, and he was showing me the texts,” He chuckled and your face got ever redder. 

“That sly little––I’m going to kill him.”

Yoongi only laughed again and pulled you both down on the couch. His head laid on your lap as you played with his blue locks. Giggling to yourself, you smirked.

“Does this mean I can call you pet names?”

Furrowing his brows, he asked, “Like what?”



So here it is! It’s over….I think! If anything I’ll post a bonus chapter if y’all want to see their cute relationship!! Glad you enjoyed it!!

Bts reaction to you being scared of them during an argument

Anon said: Hi there, can you do bts reactions to gf flinching/scared of them during an argument-if you haven’t done one already please accept this request- hope you have a nice day.


Make him angry, I’ll wait. This guy would try not to fight, he would just make the situation better with making you laugh, or explaining the problem in a funny way. If the problem was too serious, he would sit down and talk it through, neither of you raising your voice. Unfortunately, this one time was different.

He was having a stressful day so far and this argument wasn’t making him happy at all. It was a serious matter, so you were both sitting down, trying to reach a meeting point, but it wasn’t working. All of the sudden, while you were talking, he interrupted you, shouting that you were wrong.

You weren’t angry at him, you understood the circumstances, but you couldn’t stop the tears in your eyes, since you weren’t having a good day and it was the first time he had ever shout at you.

He realised what he had just done; he just shouted at his baby. He stopped all of the sudden, looking at the floor.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just-… I just had a rough day, please forgive me, let’s just cuddle a bit and talk about this tomorrow, please”


He is the type of person to ignore fights, but if the issue was really serious, his face would completely change. Yoongi angry is definitely not something you see often, he usually sights at fights, he’s not one to respond, he would just ignore until one of you decided to say sorry, which would probably end up in make-up sex, but that’s another story.

This time he did respond, he was angry for god knows what at this point. He was stressed, a bad day at work and a fight led him to let you see this side of him, and he wasn’t proud of it. Mid-shouting he stopped, only to see your face. You weren’t crying, but you were in the middle of shocked and scared.

Yoongi felt his heart falling to the ground. This was not him, this was his stress talking, and he started having thoughts about you leaving him. He didn’t deserve you. You did nothing wrong but he was shouting at you still. He was disgusted at himself. The moment you saw his eyes red after minutes of silence you took a hint of what was happening; he was about to cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything I said, I love you, please forgive me, I don’t want to lose you”


He’s more of the “let’s sit down and talk about it” type, so you have never really seen him shouting at you before that night.

Maybe it was work, maybe it was the pressure of the tour, whatever it was, he was really pissed. Unfortunately, the fact that you both started fighting didn’t help much. He wasn’t saying things to you, he was just shouting, but for a reason, you grew scared.

Once he finally realised that he was scaring his baby, he stopped. You both stared at each other for some seconds before he took you between his arms.

“I’m so sorry, honey, I promise you won’t see me like that again. I care about you too much, I’m sorry.


Hoseok and fights are a really rare combination, but when it happens, it can get really heated, but he will never dare get close to you, he never dared say something that would actually hurt you, and he kept that promise.

This fight was like any other, you were arguing, sometimes shouting, but Hoseok always tried to keep it down.

What was different this time was that, in the middle of the argument, he saw a scratch in your face. You had probably just run into some branches on your way home, but he wanted to help. He started walking towards you and lifted his hand to touch the scar, but you hid under your arms.

This took him by surprise. Did you really think he was going to hurt his beautiful prince/princess?

Once you realised how stupid that move was, you let your arms fall to your side and stared at his shocked and disappointed expression.

“I would never dare hurt a single strand of your hair, ever. Do not ever think like that. Do you want to sit down and talk about this, baby?”


Even if he is a cutie, I am a strong believer that he can get angry if the issue had something to do with your safety, like if you did something reckless, for example. Either way, he never wanted to scare you, not at all.

He cared about you too much, sometimes even more than himself. He was mad about the fact that you didn’t take care of yourself properly, that’s why he raised his voice. He is not the one to shout a lot, but he did use a harsh tone, which caught you by surprise. He was looking at you straight in the eye, so he realised what he had caused only some seconds after.

Without thinking about it twice, he embraced you, brushing your hair with his fingers.

“I am sorry, but please take care of yourself. You mean the world to me, I don’t want anything to happen to you. I love you.”


Even if he might be a squishy little cutie, he did get angry sometimes, but never at you. His grandparents have always told him not to shout at a pretty girl, so yes, he was a gentleman when it came to fights. It didn’t matter what was the problem, or if you were a bit too insistent, if you wanted some time alone to think, he would leave the room without talking, if you wanted to shout at him, he would let you do it. My point is, if he ever shouted at you, alcohol might be involved (and he doesn’t really drink so good luck with that lmao)

He had drank a bit of alcohol at a party with the rest of bts and yourself. Once you both reached home, you started fighting for a stupid thing, but obviously, he had a headache and was under the effects of the alcohol.

He cut you off mid sentence to shout for you to shut up because his head ached, which was understandable, but since you had never heard him shouting, you jumped a bit, taking a step backwards out of pure shock. He noticed immediately and regretted drinking the second he saw your reaction. He didn’t hug you, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of himself. He muttered a soft “I’m so sorry” and went straight to guest’s bathroom and locked himself in it. He was disgusted at himself.

After some several time of you knocking on the door telling him it was okay and that you had pills for his headache, he came out. His eyes were red from crying, but he didn’t dare looking at you at the face.

You were the one who hugged him first, making him start crying again, rounding you with his arms and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I am so sorry. I understand if you don’t want me to sleep with you tonight, I will take the sofa. But please forgive me, I don’t know what to do without you” But you obviously ended up cuddling all night.


Fights were a big no-no for him, and after this one fight, he never dared shout at you. You were his gift, the only thing he treasured, there was no way in hell he would dare hurt you, physically or verbally.

But that happened after your first fight.

You both have never had a fight before this, you had never seen Jungkook angry. Even if he was just doing what any other person does during arguments, you hated when people shouted at you, it made you feel scared and vulnerable. He was shouting, and you started feeling bad. Interrupting him, you mouthed a soft “don’t shout at me” but obviously, he didn’t hear you, so you decided to shout it, making him stop.

You ran off the room, getting inside your bedroom and locking the door.

Without thinking if twice, you put on some headphones and turned the volume from your phone really high.

After around 20 minutes, you decided to confront him. Maybe you did take it too far, he wan’t doing something wrong after all, he was just angry, something we all feel.

Once you opened the door you saw Jungkook sitting outside the door on the floor. His eyes were red and irritated, his cheeks were puffy, and his face carried a strong feeling of guilt.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I didn’t mean that, please, you mean the world to me, I love you (y/n) please forgive me”

Got a bit carried away on the last 2 babies, hope you don’t mind! Also, my work is copyrighted, so do not claim it your own (you know who I’m talking about)

Shout out to the mixed kids who never felt close to the cultures they come from. Shout out to the mixed kids who don’t know the native language(s) at all or fluently and get shamed for it. Shout out to the mixed kids who were never really immersed in their family culture(s) and their for don’t know anything or very little about where they come from. Shout out to the mixed kids who felt connected to one side of their culture than the other(s). Shout out to the mixed kids who get shamed for wearing or celebrating something unique to the culture(s) because they “don’t look like they’re from there/like that race”. Shout out to the mixed kids whose own family called them “fake”. Shout out to the mixed kids who never felt like they belonged.
—  To me and the “fake” mixed kids

okay since i haven’t seen anyone make this post im going to do it myself. i give you: the foxes playing ‘get down mr. president’

- more often than not nicky is the one who starts the game

- the only reason the foxes play is because they’d probably love having an excuse to tackle one of their teammates

- the only downside is that 99% of the time andrew will refuse to play and since none of the foxes want to die the game usually ends there

- except when neil is around

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“I embarked on a journey that I did not know when I was going to end, I traveled the world alone with the company of my thoughts, I met people who were only like specks of dust in my life.

Your obstinacy brought me back. I came back because of you, because you never surrendered to me, because you always loved me like the first day.

I was an imbecile who did not see beyond, who hid his feelings behind dark masks and aggressive words. As much as my soul shouted at me, I never looked back and continued on that path.

Sakura, you were my light, the one that guided me out of that life. Thanks to you, I discovered what it is like to need someone to hurt. Thanks to you I understood that it was to worry about people with whom you did not share blood ties. For you I learned to dream, to feel, to love.

Thanks to you I discovered what it is to be happy. ”


smile with me (you make me begin)

Originally posted by berry852

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Reader
Genre: Smut, Comedy, Angst, Fluff
Word Count: 30,587
Warnings: cursing/cussing, sexual content, exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, past bullying, past abusive relationship, mentions of drug usage, mentions of depression, anxiety attacks, self-harm

First, there were hot tongues and meaningless moans, anger and grudges hidden behind sex. Then, there were laughter and inside jokes, fleeting kisses and warm gazes trapped in time.
Jungkook has never known love before, but if he has to define it, he’s sure that love is everything he feels for her.

for the sake of the story, BTS’s ages are ambiguous. however, 95 line are still the same age, and jungkook/reader are the same age as well. jimin and taehyung will be in their third year of college, while jungkook and the reader in their first. hoseok and namjoon are also in their last year.
the reader/female character will always just be referred to as she/her/the girl. any other female character (the reader’s roommate) will be referred to using their name (or in this case, “her roommate”).
P.P.S. if you’ve ever read the overwhelming light surrounding us, see if you can catch my little reference ;)
P.P.P.S. thanks @sydist for reading the whole thing and sorting out the plot with me, @thules for making sure the smut’s okay, and @trbld-writer for encouraging me to write this!

The winter air is colder today; Jungkook shoves his fingers into the pocket of his jeans. He quickly strides forward, breathing ragged as white mist dances before his lips; his camera slams against his chest as he breaks into a run.

He has always enjoyed winter. There’s something about the serenity of the season—a time littered with sprinkles of hope, joy, and laughter—that somehow always manages to warm his heart. His fondest memories are born during this time of year, images of a chocolate fondue, his smiling older brother, and giant Christmas presents tucked neatly into the corner of his mind.

His camera bounces as he halts abruptly, and he pushes through the doors of the coffee shop.

“Jungkookie! You’re back!”

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13 Reasons Why (Tape 7)

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex, John, Mary, Charlie(mentioned)

Warnings: swearing, mention of death, blood, arguing, angst

Word count: 8997

Summary: someone who Dean never expected to be on the tapes comes up which leads to him losing more faith in the people around him

Series: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

He didn’t give Sam much choice. When they woke up the next day, Dean demanded that they would leave Jody’s house. The only thing was, Sam didn’t seem to be so against the idea. Jody wasn’t too happy about the news, but it wasn’t like she could stop them from leaving. As they packed their bags up, Jody came in and asked them if they were sure that they wanted to leave now. She said they would always have a home with her, but Dean needed to go back and listen to tape 7. Waiting around was almost as hard as it was when he actually had to listen to them.

Just as they were about to leave their room with their packed up bags, Dean stopped Sam. “Hey, uh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?” Sam questioned.

“Why are you okay with us leaving so early? Usually you would argue, try to persuade me to let us stay for a little longer,” Dean asked his brother with concern. “Is something wrong?”

“No it’s just, well, you’ve just finished tape 6, so you’re now on tape 7,” Sam explained. “I’m sorry that you had to be here for tape 6, but now you’re on tape 7 we can-”

“I left the rest of the tapes at the bunker,” Dean cut his brother off. “Why wouldn’t I want to listen to tape 7 here?”

Sam’s mouth opened, his jaw practically dropping to the floor. “Uh. I, uh-”

“Sammy!” Dean complained.

“Look, Dean, I’m sorry. But I can’t tell you until you listen to it, Y/N has to be the one to tell you,” Sam said. The way he said it felt wrong as the words left his mouth. He said that you should be the one to tell Dean, but you couldn’t, not in person. You had to do it through the tapes because you were dead.

“Let’s just go,” Dean snapped as he walked out of the bedroom and headed straight to the front door. They all stood outside to get ready to say goodbye, even Claire. Dean and Sam threw their belongings into the trunk before looking over at the three of them.

Claire still had fear in her eyes, just like she had when Dean told her he was on her tape. Just like she had when he got angry with her for what she had done. While Sam went to say goodbye to them all, Dean just climbed in the front seat of the impala and waved from out the window. Once Sam was done, he headed back to the car and sat in the passenger seat.

Jody made her way down to the car to say goodbye to Dean. “I’ll miss you boys, you can come visit anytime,” she smiled as she looked into the car.

“Thanks, Jody,” Dean smiled back. “We appreciate it.”

She reached her arms out and hugged him through the fully open window. As her mouth was next to his ear, she whispered, “please forgive me.”

Dean’s smile faltered as the words left her lips. She pulled away from the hug and didn’t look at him, she just walked away and back into the house along with Alex and Claire. He had thought about getting out of the car and knocking at the house to ask her what she meant, but it was obvious to him. So he just drove. No music playing, no conversation with Sam. He just continued down the highway back to the bunker.

Sam must have guessed that Jody said something, he caught a glimpse of Dean’s face, how it had changed from that split second that she hugged him and then let go. But Sam didn’t prompt it; he didn’t ask Dean about it because he had learned so far to leave well enough alone.

Sam fell asleep on the way back to the bunker, he didn’t usually sleep very well but he couldn’t stand the awkwardness in the car with Dean. And so they just didn’t speak, the whole journey was silent.

Even when they were back at the bunker, Dean didn’t say a word. He just grabbed his things and headed inside. He didn’t bother to greet John or Mary as he made his way down the heavy metal steps… He didn’t even smile. Dean just kept moving, he walked and didn’t talk. Stopping for even a second to do anything else would have stopped him from listening to the tape as quickly as he could. Dean couldn’t spare even a single second.

As he walked into his room, he pulled tape 6 out of his pocket and opened up the safe to put it in there with the rest of them. Dean then removed tape 7, made sure the rest of the tapes were there and locked the safe once again.

Headphones back in his ears, the tape in the cassette player once again, Dean was ready for tape 7.

“Forgiveness is what led me to this chapter of my life. It was my decision of what was wrong and what was right. What I had to do was choose who I did and who I didn’t forgive… Should I have forgiven Claire? Or Mary? Or.. John?”

* * *

You arrived back at the bunker with the boys. They were still mad at you for what happened at Jody’s, but they knew exactly how you were with love and how you struggled to accept it, they didn’t want to push that further.

You climbed out of the car, you put your backpack over your shoulder and waited for the boys to grab their things. As Sam made his way towards the bunker door and headed inside, Dean stopped you for a moment to talk to you. “Listen, I know that me and Sam are really mad at you right now-”

“And you have every right to be,” you agreed with a forced smile. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“You just need to know that even though we are mad, we still love you… A lot. You’re our sister, Y/N, we’ll still protect you from anything,” he explained.

“Why are you telling me this?” You questioned. “You’re mad at me, don’t you want me to think that you hate me?”

“We want to punish you, but not that much. You’ve lost too much and to think that we hate you would be devastating. Look, I know you and dad don’t get on very well, I have no clue what’s even going on with you and Claire, you haven’t called Charlie in weeks and I have no idea why. I’m not gonna get involved in that, but I know that losing those people or feeling like you can’t trust them is hard, I don’t want you to think that you’ve lost me and Sam too,” he finished.

Now you had a genuine smile, a real happiness plastered on your face. He was mad at you but still this kind; you couldn’t imagine having any better family than your brothers. “Is hugging you too far?”

“Make it quick,” he smiled as he opened up his arms and you ran forward to hold him tight. He said to not hug him for too long, but you squeezed him for as long as you could because you never wanted to let go. Whatever went down when you walked in to the bunker wouldn’t change this, you had to remember that.

You and Dean made your way back in to the bunker. You walked in to the library when Sam, John and Mary were sitting. “Hey,” you said to John and Mary. You hated pretending that you liked them.

“Y/N, remember what we talked about on the way back here?” Sam questioned you.

“You mean the whole, forgiveness will give you peace, speech?” You asked as you took a seat opposite John. Sam stood up from his seat, leaving only you and John sitting at the table.

“That’s the one,” Sam replied. Him, Dean and Mary all stood in the library and watched you and John intently.

You looked ahead of you at the man you called your father. But really, what was he to you apart from the man that left you when you were little? Why would you ever forgive him?

“So, what exactly are you forgiving me for?” John questioned as he leant forward and placed his hands together.

“Nothing,” you shook your head. “At least not yet. I can’t forgive you for something you haven’t apologised for.”

“I don’t know what you want me to apologise for,” he replied. You thought he had meant it like he’d done nothing wrong, but his tone wasn’t like that. “I know that I’ve done you wrong. A lot, actually. But Y/N, unless you tell me what you want me to do, I don’t know how you’re going to forgive me.”

Even John didn’t know how you would forgive him for what he had done. “You’re right, I can’t do it…”

“Y/N-” Sam tried to interrupt but you continued to talk to John.

“Sam and Dean think that if I forgive you, it’ll bring me peace, and they’re usually right about these things but I don’t see how they’re right about this one and I can’t. I can’t forgive you,” you finally admitted as you felt tears building up in your eyes. “You’ve done too much to be forgiven for, OK? You threw me into a mental hospital, you punched me in the face and told me to leave, you got my mom killed!” You screamed.

You had never said the last one out loud, but no one reacted badly or tried to defend him because they knew you were right and you had facts to back it up. If you had never met this man, if he had never gotten involved with your mom none of this would have happened to her. You would have never been born but you thought that anything would be better than this suffering.

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “How can I make it better?”

“You can’t!” You shouted. “Dad… You left me. Me and mom were alone, she had to raise me on her own because you left us. I know you were dead most of my life, but those short years that you could have just spent with me or mom, even just for a little while, they would have meant the world to me! But you didn’t, you left. So why were mom and I not good enough? What did Sam and Dean do that we didn’t do?”

“Y/N,” John shook his head. “None of it was your fault, it was just the way I was… Me leaving had nothing to do with you or your mom. I didn’t deserve either of you, I never would.”

He was lying, he had to be. “It- it wasn’t my fault? You didn’t leave because of me?”

“No, of course not. l made a bad decision, the wrong decision that affected you more than I thought it would and I’m sorry…”

“Thank you,” you nodded. The tears finally fell from your eyes. “I appreciate you apologising for it, and I’m happy that I know that I have nothing to do with what you did. But I still can’t forgive you…”

Well, that resolved nothing. So you stood up, took a quick look at your brothers and wandered off to your room. As you thought about what went on, you realised that maybe staying here wasn’t such a good idea. You were living with a man you could never forgive and a woman that didn’t love you. You were 18 years old, it was time for you to get out on your own and have some responsibilities. You wouldn’t run away, not again, this time you had to be smart and be ready. You had to talk to them about it.

You must have been in your room for about an hour just thinking about what to say or how to say it. After thinking for so long it was finally time to head to the library. As you walked back you realised that for the whole time you were gone they remained in the library still talking about what happened.

You couldn’t hear exactly what was being said, just all of their voices over each other’s. “Hey,” Dean smiled as he saw you, causing everyone’s eyes to shoot to you and they became silent.

“Hey,” you replied. “So, I’ve been thinking about a lot of things, I’ve been thinking about how life has been for us all recently. And it’s been hard, I know that, for everyone it’s not been easy at all. So I started to think about all the bad things that have happened and I realised that they’re all somehow my fault.”

“No, Y/N,” Sam shook his head. “That’s not tr-”

“It is,” you interrupted while nodding your head rapidly. “It is the truth, Sam. I cause you all pain, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’m just a problem, maybe I need to clear my head… But will never know if that’s it because I’ve never got out on my own to just think, you know?”

“So what are you saying?” Mary questioned.

“I think I need to get out on my own for a little while. But I’m not running away this time,” you promised. “I’m tired of running, it just pushes me into a corner that I can’t get out of.“

“Y/N, if this is what you really want then we’ll help you get out on your own, but you need to really think about it,” Sam replied. “You need to consider how hard it’s going to be. You’ll need money, and you’ll need backup on hunts, what if you can’t get to your phone? What if you die?!”

“Then I die,” you confirmed. Sam was about to protest against that, but you continued to speak. “If I need money I can hack credit card companies to get enough to keep me living, you taught me how. And if I need backup I’ll call for backup, but the whole point of me getting out on my own is to be alone. I’m a better hunter now, I can do it.”

“We don’t want you to leave,” Dean said with a shake of his head. “You’re our little sister, what would we do without you?”

“You’ll be fine without me,” you almost shouted. As you said it, you realised it was the most truthful thing you had ever said. “I’m sorry, Dean, I really am.. But I can’t be here anymore. I feel like I can’t breathe, like I just need to go outside and get some air but when I get there I still can’t taste it, or feel it. But I want to feel, I wanna feel scared and happy and excited and nervous, but when I’m here all I feel is angry. I need to know who I am before I can show you.”

You could see the sadness in both your brothers eyes. You didn’t bother to look at John and Mary, you didn’t care about either of them anymore. All you cared about were your brothers, and as much as this was killing them you just had to put yourself first for a while.

Both of your brothers seemed to be contemplating whether to accept this or not. They knew that telling you to stay would push you further away from them whether you left or not. But letting you go didn’t seem like a good idea either, even if you were promising that you would come back at some point.

“Please,” you begged. “As my family, I need to know that you’re okay with this. I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to get out and be free for a while.”

“Ok,” Dean nodded with a smile. It was that smile that scared you so much. It wasn’t that he was mad at you, it wasn’t that he was broken up about it either. It was an understanding smile. It scared you because you didn’t want to think that he had ever felt the way that you did; it worried you that he had ever felt his hurt, broken and confused. “You’re our sister and we owe it to you to let you be free.”

“Thank you,” you nodded with a smile while tears fell down your face. You didn’t know if they were tears of joy or sadness but either way, crying seemed to be becoming quite an occurrence.

That day was strange. You didn’t only have to say goodbye to what you had known for so long, but they were accepting of it and that wasn’t something you were used to. You didn’t want to wish this away, it was bitter sweet but it was one of the best things to happen to you in a while and you couldn’t ruin it. Of course, being you, you would find some kind of way to ruin it eventually.

Dean and Sam helped you pack up your things into the small car they had given you. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to get you around to the places you needed to be.

“Y/N,” Sam said to you as you were leant on the side of the car. Dean was packing some weapons in a concealed part of the back of your car. “Look, I’m going to support you in what you’re doing but, I just… I don’t-”

“Sam, it’s okay,” you promised. “Things aren’t going to be easy, I know that. But I’ll be okay, I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”

“Right,” he nodded with a breathy laugh. “I’m just, I’m gonna miss you, kiddo. It’s gonna be weird around here without you, and knowing that you’re out there and hunting on your own is… Look I can’t explain it, ok? I know that you can take care of yourself but I still wanna be able to look out for you and protect you.”

“I know,” you smiled with a nod. You got on your tippy toes before planting a kiss on the side of his cheek. You then wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a reassuring hug… But it didn’t reassure either of you.

The truth was, you weren’t sure if you would be okay or not. You didn’t know if things would turn out the way you wanted them to, but you could never be sure about anything. You had to do this, leaving was your only option because you simply could not forgive John.

You hugged your brothers and said your final goodbyes, John and Mary didn’t even bother to come outside and see you off…

You drove up the highway with the window open, it was completely empty along the road. It felt bad, it felt… Wrong. Is this what freedom was supposed to feel like? Maybe it’s because it was just the beginning of something new but it didn’t matter, you couldn’t give up now; you had to give this new and free life a chance.

So you did. But how any chances were you supposed to give this life before giving up? How many times did you have to almost die and lie to your brothers and tell them that you were fine? It was only a few weeks after you had left… But you didn’t know if you could handle it anymore. After the first week you had to leave your car behind somewhere because the police caught on that you were a fake FBI agent and were tracking your number plate. You skipped a few towns after that by hitch hiking and moved on to another hunt.

You were on a hunt for a demon that was in a small town called Riverdale. It didn’t have many people in it and everyone there seemed to know each other. That’s why when people started to go missing it was very easy for people to realise that something strange was going on. You flashed your badge to the police and got all the information you needed about the murders, everything after that seemed like a blur as your body became weaker from the blood loss. This warehouse was dim, it smelled like damp and blood. Or was that smell of blood coming from you?

“What did you think was gonna happen, Winchester?” The demon snarled. “What? You thought you would just walk into this town and save the day like your family normal does… No,” he laughed ironically. “No, not this time.”

“What do you want with me?” You begged as your breathing became faster.

“What I want-” he spoke through gritted teeth as he grabbed your face harshly with his hands, “is for you and your family to suffer like you make us demons suffer. You tried to lock us all away once, you kill every one of us that you come across so why shouldn’t we do the same to you?”

As he was talking your hands continued to work of the rope that bound your hands together. Your fingernails were sore from trying to scratch yourself out, you had been doing it for hours and knew that you were close to breaking it. The demon turned around to grab some weapons from the table. He headed towards the chair you were tied to with a knife that was still bloody from your last torture session.

“Now, I think I’ve run out of room to stab you in your stomach, and your shoulder is pretty bad too,” he examined. “We could do your arms, maybe just in your bicep, I heard that stabbing you right in the muscle is extremely painful.”

Your breath hitched in your throat from terror. He had already cut you up pretty badly all over your body, your chance of survival depended on how much energy you had left to get out of these ropes and stab him in the face.

“How about right here?” He asked as he held the knife against your cheek. “It sure would be a damn shame to cut up your pretty little face. Regardless, I think I’d like to see you squirm again from all the pain I’m putting you through.”

You screamed as the knife dug into your cheek. He dragged it down harshly, leaving a gaping, bloody wound on your face. The blood dripped down on to the floor below you. Once again your hands were working to get the damn ropes off your wrists. Finally, you had some luck. Your hands were free as he walked over to the table to grab a different weapon. You acted fast; you slid yourself out of the ropes and stood from the chair.

You used all the strength you had left to fight him. You saw your Angel blade laying on the floor. Although your vision was begging to blur you had to grab it and charge forward. Because you had the advantage of catching him off guard, you were able to stab him in the head and kill him before he could grab your weak body and tie you back up.

You dropped the Angel blade to the floor before heading towards your back pack that the demon had thrown on the floor away from you. As you stumbled towards it you fell and began to crawl over to it. The phone. You needed the phone.

There was no one else in the warehouse at the moment but you knew he had other demons with him. They were all on the look out incase your brothers showed up. Of course, the demons had no idea that your brothers would have killed them with ease and been back home by dinner time. Was it even coming up to dinner time? You weren’t sure, time moved slowly in there and you had no idea how long you had been tortured for.

Because of that it was hard to tell when the other demons would get suspicious of why the one that was torturing you hadn’t gone and spoken with them. You grabbed your phone and clicked on Dean’s name, your finger shook above the contact.

“Please pick up, please pick up,” you repeated. You were practically begging into the phone as it continued to ring.

“Hey,” you heard your brother say in a joyful tone. “You were supposed to call us like an hour ago.”

“Dean!” You screamed. “You have to help me. I don’t- I don’t know where I am.”

You were breathing heavily down the phone. You couldn’t walk right now, you had to drag your body across the floor to even get to your bag. “Y/N,” he said seriously as he realised what was happening. “Me and Sam are gonna come and find you, ok? Just keep talking to me.”

“What happened?” You heard Sam’s voice say in the background.

“Track her GPS,” Dean demanded to his brother. “Y/N, sweetheart, keep talking. You have to keep talking to me, ok?”

He knew from the sound of your voice and your breathing that you were hurt badly. “You have to hurry. I-”

“We’re on our way. I promise we will be there as soon as we can, tell me what he did to you,” he demanded.

To Dean that seemed like the only way to keep you talking, and that way he would know exactly what state you were in. “it hurts so much,” you cried. “There’s so much blood… I don’t think I can- Dean. I’m not going to-”

“Y/N,” Sam said. Dean must have been driving so Sam had to take the phone. “You listen to me okay? You hold on. I know that it hurts, but you have to stay awake. I promise we will fix it, ok? You’ve been through worse, you can get through this.”

“Sam,” you sobbed. “I wasn’t ready to leave. I need you both, I can’t do this without you… I’m not strong enough to be on my own.“

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to. I promise you, it’s going to be okay.”

Sam’s voice was soft. Maybe even too soft; it made you want to fall asleep. “I’m tired. I’m gonna close my eyes.”

“No! Y/N don’t you dare close your eyes!” He shouted through the phone, but after that you couldn’t hear what he was saying. It just went black…

* * *

“It turned out that being alone wasn’t something I was strong enough for. I rely on people, I can’t live without them. A wise woman once said, ‘loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.’ And it couldn’t be more true. No matter how much I told myself that being alone was good, I never really believed it.”

Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket. He looked at your contact and hovered his finger over it as if he was going to call you. He knew in his head that you could never answer.. But he wanted to just call you. He wanted to talk to you about it, and make you feel better. He was too late. He knew that, but it wasn’t too late to ask Jody what she did.

The tape was right there so he could have found out from there, but he wanted to hear it from Jody. He wanted to know what she had done that was so bad that it earned her a spot on the tapes.

So without thinking he clicked on her name. It continued to ring and ring, and ring. “Hey. This is Jody. I can’t come to the phone right now, but if you need me I’ll call you back soon. Just leave a message.”

Dean didn’t bother to leave a message, he knew she was avoiding him. It really began to make his trust issues grow. John was expected, Mary wasn’t too much of a shock, Crowley wasn’t even a question. But Jody? She was one of the kindest people Dean and Sam had ever encountered. Dean was finding it hard to believe that she would ever have done something to hurt you.

It wasn’t that he thought you would lie, but he wanted to hear both sides of the story. That wasn’t an option though, because Jody was avoiding him. Maybe what she did was bad… Maybe it wasn’t intentional but it was still bad. What if he couldn’t forgive her like you never forgave John? This tape scared him because he knew it was coming; the scary thing was he had no idea what.

* * *

You woke up in the hospital, Sam was at the end of your bed and Dean was next to you.

“Hey.” Sam’s eyes widened as he realised you were awake. He moved from the end of your bed over to you and grabbed the hand that Dean wasn’t holding.

You tried to sit up, but the ache in your body made it impossible. “Hey, take it easy,” Dean said softly as he put his hand on your shoulder to ease you back down. “You lost a lot of blood.”

You let your body relax again. You were too weak to move and you had to let your body heal. “You need anything?” Sam asked.

“Just some water, please,” you replied in a croaky voice.

Sam nodded with a smile. “Sure. I’ll be right back.”

As you watched Sam leave the room, you turned your head to focus on Dean. He looked so devastated that this had happened to you. With being a hunter it was a given that you were going to get hurt, but you had never been this hurt before and it broke Dean’s heart. “I’m so sorry that this happened to you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you replied as a tear fell down your cheek. You didn’t know why you were crying. Was it because you were thankful for being safe now? Or maybe it was all of your sadness catching up with you?

“I thought we were going to lose you,” he admitted as he gripped your hand tighter. “When we got to the warehouse, we found you laying on the floor with your eyes wide open. You weren’t… You weren’t breathing. You weren’t moving and there was a pool of blood under you and I panicked so much. I held you in my arms and I begged for you to come back to me.”

“Did I die?” You asked. Because if you really did die, that would mean that someone sold their soul to bring you back, and you knew exactly what your brothers were like.

“No,” Dean smiled. You always knew when he was lying, and right know he was telling the truth. “As soon as I held you, you began to breathe again. I didn’t know how, but I didn’t care, I was just so happy that you were still breathing.”

“Oh thank God,” you sighed in relief. “I thought you had sold your soul or something.”

Then he gave you that look and you knew exactly what it meant. “Y/N, if you had died then you know that I would have-”

“No!” You protested. You tried to sit up as you said it but the pain in your body brought you right back down. As you shouted at Dean, Sam returned with your water.

“What’s going on?” Sam questioned as he walked in. He came and sat next to Dean so that both of your brothers were on one side of you.

“You both need to promise me something. When I die, I die. That’s it. I’m dead; gone. And you don’t do anything stupid to bring me back. No deals with demons or making a deal with a witch to do some voodoo dark magic to bring me back, ok?” You demanded. “You can’t do that to me. I only want to live this life once and once only… I can’t do it again and I don’t want to.”

“It sounds more like you’re saying you want to die,” Dean replied with a grumpy tone.

That’s when it clicked in your head, maybe you did want to be dead. Maybe being dead was what would make you happier. “You need to promise me,” you repeated as you ignored what Dean said about you wanting to die.

They knew they couldn’t get out of this, they had to promise you that when you died they wouldn’t try to bring you back. “Sure,” Sam nodded.

“That’s not good enough,” you fumed. “I need to hear you say it.”

As much as they hated it, they knew you were right. Selling souls in the past just got them into too much trouble and made everything into a mess. “I promise. We won’t sell our souls for you, and we won’t bring you back.”

“Thank you,” you finally said. “I’m gonna go to sleep, please don’t go anywhere.”

“We’re not going to leave you,” Dean replied as he grabbed your hand again. “We will be here when you wake up.”

You finally felt safe in the comfort of your brothers. Safe enough to sleep, safe from the monsters… Safe from the world. And that feeling wasn’t something you were used to, so you took advantage of it now so you could have a long sleep.

* * *

Dean was distracted from the tape when his phone began to ring. He paused the tape and answered the phone without even checking who it was, he assumed that it was Jody. “Hey, Jody, listen-”

“It’s not Jody.”

“Alex?” Dean asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, well, I think so,” she replied with a confused tone. “But Claire came back today and now her and Jody are arguing about something. I think they said something about tapes? I don’t know but they won’t stop going at each other. They’re both so mad at each other and I don’t know what for.”

“Why did you call me about this?” Dean questioned.

“Because they’ve never argued like this before. Not until you and Sam visited… Is it something to do with Y/N?”

“Look, Alex, if they’re fighting then-”

“Claire just said something about someone selling their soul,” Alex revealed. “What the hell is she talking about?!”

“I would ask Jody what the fight is about if she would answer my calls,” Dean replied. “Wait… Selling their soul? Who sold their soul?”

“I don’t know,” Alex told him. “Should I go ask them?”

“No, just-” Dean began to think about what to do. “Where are you?”

“In my room,” Alex replied almost in a confused tone.

“Ok, stay there and don’t talk to either of them about it. I’m coming over,” he said sternly. As she was half way through protesting he hung up the phone. Dean put the headphones to the tape back over his ears before heading out of his room and leaving the bunker.

“Dude, where are you going?!” Sam questioned as Dean stormed up the metal stairs.


Dean didn’t have time to explain. Right now he, once again, needed answers. Why were they talking about soul selling? Did Jody know about the conversation Dean and Sam had with you in the hospital? And if she did, how?

The tape was still with him as he drove to Jody’s… Hopefully his questions would be answered before he got there.

* * *

Once you were discharged from the hospital you weren’t sure if you were ready to be alone again. After crying to your brothers about how much it was killing you being alone but not being able to return to the bunker because you couldn’t forgive John, they suggested that you would stay at Jody’s until you were stronger and knew what you wanted.

Originally you had turned down the offer, but the boys told you that Claire was out hunting on her own which meant you could have her room while she was gone. It wasn’t the room you were worried about; you just didn’t want to face Claire after what she had put you through. So once you knew she wasn’t going to be there you saw no problem with staying there just until you were ready to get back to hunting alone.

Jody picked you up from the hospital. You asked your brothers to leave before you were discharged because you knew that saying goodbye and seeing them leave in the car would make you want to go with them. Jody seemed to treat you like a broken clock; like you were fragile.

Once you arrived at her house, you were greeted by Alex before heading to Claire’s room and unpacking your bag. It felt wrong to be in her room and it still hurt to be around everything that reminded you of her. So a fresh start ended up with you back in the place you thought you’d never see again, but that wouldn’t be the end. You had to get out again!

Jody made sure your stay was comfortable. But of course she did… She’s Jody. Everything she ever did for you was out of the kindness of her heart, but sometimes the things she did were too kind.

* * *

Too kind. The words rung in Dean’s ears. Is there even such a thing as too kind? Jody would have done anything for you… She would have died for you!

And there, things began to fall into place. Soul selling, you not breathing and looking as if you were dead, and Jody doing something to earn herself on these tapes… Because she was too kind. He couldn’t be right, Jody wouldn’t have even known that you were hurt in that warehouse… Would she?

* * *

You began to settle again in Jody’s home, but you didn’t want to, you needed to get back out and be alone. You were strong now; as soon as you left the hospital you were physically strong but your emotions were all over the place. But now was the time to get back out there and start hunting again. You couldn’t let the fact that you almost died stop you from doing what you were born to do.

You weren’t even there a full week, only around 3 days before you told Jody you were ready to leave. Your bags were packed once again and you took one last look around Claire’s room. This is the last time you would ever see it because you had no intention of coming back to see Claire ever again… Not unless she apologised and told the truth.

“Thanks again, Jody,” you smiled as you gave her a hug. “Tell Alex I said goodbye,” you told her as you remembered that Alex had college today. If you had known that you would have said goodbye to her before.

“So where exactly are you going, Y/N?” Jody questioned. “You know that you can stay here as long as you want, I could get you set up at school.”

“Thank you, you have no idea how much I appreciate how much you’ve been there for me. But I need to get back to hunting, it’s what I was born for,” you explained. “This is my chance.”

“You’ve already had a chance,” she replied sadly. “And you didn’t end up in a good place, you almost died, Y/N.”

“I know but-” you started to reply before you interrupted yourself. “Wait a second, how do you know about that?”


“That I almost died. How do you know about that?” You questioned with squinted eyes. You were there when your brothers told Jody what happened to you. All they said was that you got hurt on a hunt but you were doing fine.

Jody looked around the room for a second while she tried to think of an excuse. You saw a look on her face that you had never seen on her before… Guilt.

“Jody?!” You demanded.

“Take a seat,” she said with a sad smile as she pointed towards the couch. You both sat next to each other as she began to explain. “I was tracking you.”

“You were what?” You questioned with confusion.

“The boys told me that when you got back to the bunker you decided to leave. But the way you acted when you were here- I was just worried about you! I wanted to make sure you were okay and so did Claire.”

“Claire was in on this too?” You complained. You didn’t want to get mad at Jody, but the way the conversation was going you couldn’t see it ending peacefully.

“She doesn’t know what I did. When I tell her she’s going to be so mad at me,” Jody explained as she began to cry. “And so will you, and your brothers, but I couldn’t let your brothers find you dead… I was at the warehouse before they got to you Y/N! You died!”

“Jody…” You said in a dangerously low tone. You knew exactly what she had done. “What did you do?”

“I’m so sor-”

“What. Did. You. Do.”

She wiped her face with her hand to get rid of all the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. She breathed slowly, taking each breath as it came. “I sold my soul to bring you back.”

And there she had done the worst thing anyone could have done for you. She had sold her life away to make sure you still had one. “No, no why would you do that? I was happy being dead!”

“Because you deserve a life, Y/N!” She screamed.

“So do you!” You shouted back. “How am I supposed to live with the fact that you have to go to hell just so I can live a little longer?”

“I did this because I want you to have another chance at a life,” she lied. You knew it was a lie.

“You didn’t do this for me, you did this for them. My brothers. You were worried that me being dead would be something they couldn’t handle, you didn’t want to hurt them.”

You stood up and grabbed your bag. You stalked towards the door but Jody tried to stop you. “Y/N, they will hate me if they find out what I did.”

“That proves my point exactly! You don’t care what happens as long as they don’t find out that you sold your soul to bring me back,” you shouted as you stood in the doorway. “I know that you did this out of the kindness of your heart… Because you’re the most kind person I’ve ever met,” you admitted sadly as tears began to form in your eyes. “But this was too much. I’m going to get your soul back for you, even if it’s the last thing I do.”

“And how do you plan on doing that?” She asked curiously with a sniffle.

“With whatever it takes, Jody, to save you from what you did. I won’t tell my brothers about it, so you can stop crying now,” you snapped even though it broke your heart to get angry at her. Although she didn’t admit that she did it for Sam and Dean, she didn’t deny it either and that was enough for you.

The door slammed behind you as you made your way out for the door. You didn’t look back for Jody, you didn’t check to see if she had followed you out or tried to follow you as you moved quickly away from her house. You just kept walking and walking, crying your eyes out before finally deciding to call your brothers.

“Hello?” Dean said as he answered the phone.

“I want you to come pick me up. I’m ready to come home,” you sobbed. “I can’t be alone anymore. It’s killing me.”

* * *

“It’s not just what you did, Jody, but what I had to do afterwards. I made a promise to you and to myself that I would get your soul back no matter what the cost, and it scared the hell out of me. To have so much pressure put on me to save a persons life when I should have been the one that was dead. I know you all probably think I’m over exaggerating; that Jody selling her soul for me is something I should appreciate rather than being angry or upset about. But you don’t understand because no one has ever put you through that. No one has ever died or set themselves up to die so that you can keep living… Or have they?”

Dean was horrified with the ending of the tape. He never expected that you really did die in that warehouse or that Jody was the one to sell her soul to bring you back. He never thought she would do something so selfless yet so selfish. So kind yet the worst thing she could have ever done.

So he sat there in his car, looking into the window of her house and wondering if some things are better left unsaid. Should he ask her about it and confront her or go home? He thought that leaving was the right thing to do, but this curiosity inside of him would never die if he didn’t get answers.

* * *

“I’ll come and pick you up now, sweetheart. From Jody’s?” He asked.

“No, I’m at a gas station called gas n sip, it’s not far from Jody’s,” you told him. He didn’t question it because it sounded like you didn’t want to explain why you walked out.

“I know the one that you’re talking about, I won’t be long. I can’t wait to see you, me and Sam missed you so much. See you soon, sweetheart,” Dean replied before hanging up the phone.

You waited for a while outside the gas station; you weren’t sure how long because you were too busy in your own mind. You couldn’t stop asking yourself questions like: Is Jody’s soul being gone really worth me being alive? What is the point of me being alive? All I’m doing is ruining other people’s, and now I’ve even ruined Jody’s. How can I keep living knowing that I’ve caused this much pain?

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the roar of the impala. You had never been so happy to see both of your brothers sitting in the front of the car. You climbed into the back seat of the car and excitedly greeted your brothers. “I’m so glad to be coming back.”

Dean began to drive up the highway as you all continued to speak. “Since you’ve been gone, Dean has made Cas 3 more mix tapes.”

“They’re not mixed tapes!” Dean defended. You loved the dynamic of their relationship, how they would continuously get on each other’s nerves and find new ways to push each other’s buttons. “They’re tapes of good classic rock songs that I think everyone deserves to hear. You agree with me, right, Y/N?”

“He’s right, Sam,” you nodded. “Cas hasn’t had the honour of listening to Led Zeppelin on 5 hour drives with our annoying big brother. Therefore has to give him a tape instead.”

“Whatever,” Dean said with a shake of his head as you and Sam chucked at his annoyance.

“So, Y/N,” Sam started to change the subject of the conversation. “What made you decide to come back?”

“I didn’t like being alone. I know where I belong, and that’s with you. Wherever you guys are, that’s where my home is,” you replied. You noticed them both trying to hide their smiles because of what you said. They wanted to keep their facade that they didn’t care about things like that, but you knew how much it meant to them.

“What about dad?” Dean asked, addressing the elephant in the room.

“Yeah, uh, I know you guys want me to forgive him but I can’t do it. Not yet,” you replied in an apologetic tone. You looked out of the window and hoped that the subject would just be dropped.

“That’s not what we wanted from you,” Sam revealed. You quickly turned your head to face him. “Look, we said you needed forgiveness in order to feel at peace. And maybe one day you can forgive dad, but that’s never what we wanted from you now.”

“You told me I needed forgiveness involving what he did to me. What else could you have meant?” You questioned with furrowed brows.

Dean looked back at you through the rear view mirror. “Y/N… Did you forgive yourself?”

Your mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. How were your brothers so smart? They didn’t want you to forgive John for what he did, they wanted you to forgive yourself for what John did. They knew how much you blamed yourself for him leaving, for John breaking not only your heart but your mothers too. This whole time you were trying to figure out how you were supposed to forgive everyone around you when it was you that you needed to start with. “I don’t think I ever really gave myself a chance to.”

“Well, now you’re coming home,” Sam smiled. “I think it’s about time you give yourself the benefit of the doubt and forgive yourself for something that’s never been your fault.”

Sam was right, they were both right. Now you were coming home and it was time to forgive yourself for all those years of self hatred and trying to figure out what you had done wrong.

But that wasn’t all you had to do now. It was now your job to make sure that Jody’s soul was restored. You promised her you would get it back before you die, and with the life you live you never know how long that’s going to be. It was now your mission to get it back… Before it’s too late.

* * *

His hands felt heavier each time his knuckles hit against the wooden door. He waited impatiently as Alex unlocked the door. “Dude, why are you here?”

“I need to speak to Jody,” Dean told her quickly, he really didn’t have time for this.

“She’s not here right now,” Alex lied. Just as she said it, Jody came up to the door and saw Dean.

“I need to speak to you,” he demanded as he switched his focus over to Jody.

“Dean-” Alex was about to start shouting, but Jody told her it was okay.

“Go back inside, I just need to speak to him alone for a second,” Jody smiled at Alex before ushering her inside and closing the door. Jody stood outside of her house with Dean, she walked down the steps so that they were a little further from the house and Alex wouldn’t be able to hear their conversation through the window.

“I don’t even know what to say,” Dean said as he looked at her. The woman he had once seen as a mother figure was one of the reasons you took your life.

“There’s not much to say. I know that you listened to my tape, I guess that’s what you’re here about,” she concluded.

“Why did you do it? I mean, this isn’t some small gesture. Jody, you sold your soul! Do you know how reckless that is?” Dean snapped but not because he was angry. He wished that Jody didn’t have to lose her soul and die. He wished that this decision hadn’t affected you so badly. The whole situation was terrible.

“Because she reminded me of me. I always wanted a second chance in life. To have my son back, and my husband, and start my life again. But selling my soul for that would have been selfish,” she explained. “The way I saw her was that she was a bomb. Just ticking and ticking and waiting to explode, and I knew that when she did it would be bad… But I never thought she would have killed herself. I never wanted that for her, I sold my soul so that she could live and have a chance to start a normal life like she deserved.”

“I know that you had good intentions,” Dean admitted. “You always try to do the right thing. But this wasn’t it, it ruined your life and it ruined hers. She spent the rest of her life trying to get your soul back, but I tried before to get my soul back and I know that it doesn’t work… How long do you have left?”

“No, Dean, you don’t understand,” she shook her head. “Y/N did get my soul back.”

“What? But that’s impossible-”

“She was a woman of her word. She swore to me that she would get it back no matter how hard it would be. So that’s what she did, because she was too good a person.”

“That means she would have had to make some kind of deal of her own in order to break yours,” Dean concluded. Jody looked like she was about to cry but she held it in as she nodded at Dean’s statement. “That would have only ended badly, no demon would have given her a good deal in order to get your soul back.”

“I wish I could have explained that to her, but she ran away as soon as she found out what I did,” Jody said in a shaky voice. She quickly wiped a single tear away with her hand in the hopes that Dean wouldn’t have noticed.

“So what exactly did she have to do?” Dean stuttered nervously as he waited for the answer.

“I can’t tell you,” she replied with a shake of her head. “But you will find out when you listen to tape 8.”

Did You See?

Author’s Note: lord i am so glad someone requested Jongin fluff so i could make up for the torture that is Mourning Air. this is a gift for @kpopandlock and i hope hope hope i have done this justice. romance comes very hard for me unless theres chapters of tension and build up, so i hope this makes every Nini stan swoon just a tiny bit <3 enjoy loves!

Pairing: Kai x Reader

Summary: every day, you fall a little bit more in love with your best friend, Jongin. everyday, you ache for him. everyday, you miss all the signs of something he’s been trying to tell you.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 3,068

Nini[2:06 AM]: you up?

Y/N[2:08 AM]: yeah why

Nini[2:08 AM]: are you hungry?

Y/N[2:10 AM]: !!! diner run? :)

Nini[2:11 AM]: i have a better idea ;)

Y/N[2:12 AM]: better than 2AM waffles?? D:

Nini[2:13 AM]: promise to keep an open mind

Y/N[2:14 AM]: nini it’s too early…or late idk to be open minded~~

Nini[2:15 AM]: ok then be spontaneous

Y/N[2:16 AM]: what are you suggesting

Nini[2:18 AM]: cheesesteaks

Y/N[2:18 AM]: im not fucking cooking at 2 in the morning, are you high

Nini[2:20 AM]: nooo let’s go GET them i know an amazing food truck in philly

Y/N[2:21 AM]: are you driving?

Nini[2:21 AM]: as long as you DJ

Y/N[2:22 AM]: come pick me up~~ <3

Nini[2:23 AM]: that’s my girl! be there in 10

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Carry On Valentine’s Celebration - Day 3: Secret Admirer

Happy Carry On Valentine’s Celebration! @carryon-valentines

Here’s something lovely I’ve been working on (:

Find on ao3.



Simon is casually hunched over on the floor when I walk into the living room, and he seems to be scribbling on something rather messily. He gasps when he sees me and immediately puts his hands over it.

“Baz! Don’t look,” he says, and then suddenly he glances around and slides the entire thing (a piece of paper on top of a clipboard) under the couch.

I cock my eyebrow at him and smirk.

“I was working on something and you’re not allowed to look.” He gets up off the floor and settles down on the sofa, just as Bunce walks in with a plate of scones and a bowl of biscuits.

“Ah, Baz, I didn’t realize you were here,” she says, handing the plate of scones to Snow. I sit down on the end of the couch and she sits at the other end, then awkwardly reaches behind Snow and pushes through his ridiculous, folded wings to offer me a biscuit from the bowl. I really don’t want one, but now I can’t refuse after she (literally) went through all of that trouble.

“What were you working on, Snow?” I ask, taking the biscuit and sitting it down on a coaster on the side table.

“I can’ tell ‘ou, Baz,” Snow says, his mouth full of scone. “Is a surprise.”

I roll my eyes, and Bunce giggles.

“As long as it’s not one of those cheesy Valentine’s cards you get from Clintons,” I say.

Snow glares at me, but I can’t take him seriously when there are crumbs falling from his mouth.

“Wha’s wong with cheeshy Valen’ine’sh cardsh fwom Clin’ons?”

“Quite simply,” I say, smiling gently at him, and I reach up to swipe a crumb off of his lip. “They’re lame.”

Snow sarcastically gasps, crumbs falling all around him, and Bunce giggles again.

“Probably because you never got any in school,” Bunce says.

I glare at her through a gap in Snow’s wings. “You probably didn’t get any either,” I say back.

“Fair point,” she says, and stuffs a biscuit into her mouth.

Snow is staring at me when I look away from her.

“You really never got any, Baz?” He asks. “Although, I guess I never saw any in our room.”

I laugh at this. “I would never have kept them even if I did.”

Snow glances over at Bunce, then back at me.

“So neither of you got any valentines cards?”

Bunce seems to be shaking her head. “We weren’t as popular as you, Simon. And I know you got a lot because I remember helping you carry the box of them up to your room in sixth year. You insisted we not use magic.”

“Look, Penny–,” Snow begins, but stops, and I notice through the gap that Bunce is looking at him fiercely.

“Simon!” she says, rather excitedly. “That was the year you got that secret admirer letter, remember?”


“Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.”

So did I.

“We never figured out who wrote it.”

Aleister Crowley, this is bad.

Snow is laughing. “We read it so many times.”

Fuck, Snow. Please stop talking.

“At least a dozen!”

You too, Bunce.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, carefully and calmly, although I’ve never felt this much embarrassment. This is one of the few times I thank my vampirism.

Yes, I wrote it. Yes, it was embarrassing. No, no one can ever find out.

“So in sixth year,” Bunce begins, and I know this situation couldn’t get any worse.

“Crowley! I still have it!” Snow shouts, and immediately jumps off the couch and runs to his room.

Bunce is laughing. I was wrong.

“So anyway,” she says. “In sixth year, after Simon made me lug up his ridiculous box of valentines cards, we found a letter attached to the outside of the bedroom door. It was from some mysterious secret admirer, who wrote in perfect cursive, and I had to basically read it to Simon since his cursive skills were atrocious.”

I smirk at this. “Typical Snow.”

Bunce nods and her phone buzzes. She pulls it out of her pocket and casually scrolls through it as she continues. “It was quite cheesy, and we read it so many times. They even quoted Shakespeare and Kierkegaard, which I thought was lovely, but Simon didn’t really seem to get it. He was obsessed with it for some time though, and we assumed at first it was from Agatha–,” I mentally frown at this, “–but she denied it multiple times. So then we made a list of people who could have sent it. Simon even went so far as to ask random people to write in cursive for him. He was obsessed.”

I snort at this. As embarrassed as I am, it’s a rather funny thought to imagine the looks Snow received from people when he asked them to do something so ridiculous.

“So what happened?” I ask. It was really the only question I could come up with that didn’t remotely give me away.

“Simon finally gave up. I mean, I think there was even a line at the end written in French.”

It was Greek.

“I mean, who writes in perfect cursive and just casually quotes Søren Kierkegaard?”

“Are you sure Agatha was just too embarrassed to admit it was her?” I ask.

“Agatha doesn’t give a damn about 19th century philosophers. Or cursive. Or foreign languages. And really, I can’t believe Simon kept that letter all these years. He’s never going to figure it…” Bunce trails off, and I know that I’m doomed. She sets her phone down and slowly turns her head towards me, her eyes gleaming.

I cock an eyebrow at her.

“I found it!” Snow says, waving an envelope around as he plops back down on the sofa. His wings are folded neatly behind him this time, and Bunce is staring straight at me. She mouths the words ‘It was you’, and really, her stare is so intense that I have no way of denying it.

‘Don’t. Say. Anything.’ I mouth back at her.

Bunce smiles maliciously and laughs. Snow looks over at her and shakes his head.

“What’s so funny?” he asks.

“Nothing, Simon. Why don’t I read that letter? Aloud.” Bunce smiles at me.

Fuck you, Bunce.

Snow takes the letter out of the envelope, and it’s so crinkled, like he’s held it countless times.

“Okay, okay,” he says, unfolding it and handing it to her.

Bunce takes the letter, smiles at me again, glances back to the letter, and dramatically clears her throat. But then, she looks back at me.

“Actually,” she says, and I know this can’t be good. “Baz writes in perfect cursive. Why don’t we let him read it?”

I cast a glare at Bunce so fierce, it could set a forest ablaze in seconds. But she deflects it like it’s a useless first-year spell.

Fuck you, Bunce.

Before I can respond, she passes the letter to Snow, who smiles at me. I curse that smile inwardly and take the dreaded paper. I glance it up and down a few times, also cursing my 15-year old self for writing such a horrid piece.

“Our life,” I begin, “always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts. And you, Simon Snow, are at the center of my mind.”

Bunce glances over and cocks an eyebrow, as if mocking me. I ignore her.

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing’d cupid painted blind. And you, Simon Snow, are the center of my world, my universe, and my heart.”

I’m cringing. And Bunce is giggling. But Snow is smiling at me, and Crowley, he looks beautiful.

“Don’t forget the last line,” she says.

“It’s in Greek, by the way,” I say. “Not French.”

Snow smiles even more and turns to me. “Baz! I forgot that you know Greek!”

Thank Crowley for Snow’s obliviousness. Because I was sure anyone else would have realized it at that point.

“Go on, then, Baz,” Bunce says.

I sigh, and stare at the last line for a long time. Not because I’m translating it (because I know it by heart), but because it’s so cringey to read the writing of your 15-year old self.

“Simon Snow, είσαι το κέντρο των πάντων μου,” I say. My Greek is still flawless. “You are the center of my everything.”

Bunce wrinkles her nose and sticks out her tongue. “Wow,” she says. “It’s even cheesier in English.”

“Shut it, Bunce,” I say, sighing. I begin to hand Simon the letter, and he’s just smiling at me. Crowley.

He takes the letter and stares at it. “Wow,” he says. “It sounds so nice when you read it, Baz.”

“I wonder why,” Bunce says, snickering, and I glare at her again.

“Well, we’ll probably never figure it out,” Snow sighs, folding the letter and carefully placing it back in the envelope.

Bunce pats Snow on the shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure you will soon.” And then, she winks at me. Winks.

Snow gets up and heads back to his room. When he’s out of earshot, Bunce turns to me.

“You will have to tell him sometime,” she whispers.

“Not a chance.”

❝ I know, but I am your idiot ❞

Plot: Jungkook jokingly makes fun of you and hurts your feels but makes it up to you 

Pairing: Jungkook xReader

Words Count: 2,1k+

Genre: Slightly angst/ Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!

 - kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by jengkook

‘Jagiya!!!’ A voice called through your apartment.

‘In here!’ You called from the lounge.

Your handsome boyfriend came walking in with a smile on his face, ‘And just where I left you.’

‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’ You mock, jumping up from the couch and into his arms.

He happily received you into his warm embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around your built and lifted you into the air. With one fluid movement, he spun the both of you as your legs wrapped around his waist. Coming to a stand still, you both looked into each others eyes before he closed the gap between the both of you. You accepted his soft touch, as your lips moulded together and he inserted his tongue when your lips parted for him. He tasted every inch as if it was his first time.

Air being needed, you pulled away and pecked his nose, ‘How was America?’

‘Oh sweetheart,’ He carried the both of you to the couch and sat down, ‘It was amazing. Like the language was slightly hard but Joon hyung helped us every step of the way. I wish you were with me!’

‘You know I would have come if I could.’ You stroked his face, ‘I missed you a lot.’

‘I miss you too.’ He replied, brushing your short hair out of your eyes before a teasing smile spread on his face, ‘Yah! Why can’t you have long hair like normal girls?!’

‘You know that I don’t like long hair.’ You rolled you eyes.

This hadn’t been the first time Jungkook teased you about your choice in having short hair. You liked the way it looked on you and to be honest, it was less admin compared to long hair. It wasn’t as if your hair was cut in a boy hairstyle, but being Jungkook, he didn’t ever take that into consideration. You loved him very much, but his childish qualities made you want to run into the wall sometimes.

‘And why can’t you wear skirts and dresses like other girls?’ He joked around once again.

‘Because shorts and jeans are more comfortable.’ You rolled your eyes.

He placed a hand on your leg and tugged at the material slightly, ‘More like sweatpants and pyjamas.’

‘Only when I am home!’ You retaliated, anger running high and feeling hurt, ‘Did you comeback from America just to point out what it wrong with me?’

’Well n-no Y/N -’

‘If you hate the idea of how I dress and look, then why are you with me?’ You pushed him away, tears brimming your eyes, ‘I am sorry that my comfort and choice of clothing does not suit your ideal type, Jungkook.’

‘Jagiya, I-’

‘I’m sorry that I am not like those female idols and models. I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!’

With that, you ran towards your bedroom and slammed the door with a swift lock, ‘I was just joking….’

Throwing yourself on the bed, you sobbed into the pillow that still lingered with his scent. Angry and pissed, you threw it towards the chest of drawer located close to the door. The object hit a picture frame that came crashing to the ground, shards of glass decorating around the wooden frame. Clutching your legs to your chest, you cradled yourself as the tears flowed from your eyes. Crying, a knock came from the other side of the door.

‘Go away!’ You shouted, ‘Get out of my apartment right now!’

‘Jagiya, I am sorry.’ He apologised, resting his forehead on the door while his fist still stayed attached to the wood ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just joking.’

‘Well you have a pretty cynical way of joking.’ You sniffed.

‘You are just so cute when you get all upset.’ He tried to lighten the mood.

‘Then I must be fucking adorable right now!’ You seethed, ‘Just get out!’

‘But you tease the ones you love!’ He tried to reason.


Sighing, he walked away from the door. Message after message, he flooded your phone.

I am sorry baby!

Please let me in? I never meant to hurt you, I would never do that on purpose!

BABY PLWEAAASSEEE! You know I will beg until you let me. You are my one and only, I tease you because I love you. Baby please….

Eventually the messages stopped going through and he figured that you switched your phone off. Every now and then, he would knock on your door and you would scream and shout at him all over again. Jungkook teased you a lot, and you were okay with it. This time just made you feel lower of the low. He had just visited a different country with thousands of beautiful woman and was surrounded by dozens on a daily basis. It felt as if he was comparing you to something you knew you could never become. You were a simple girl studying animation, nothing more and nothing less. Just mundane.

‘Baby?’ He knocked for the fiftieth time as two hours passed before an idea kicked in, ‘The spare key!’ Running to the counter, he opened it up and found the treasure, ‘Bingo!’ Back before your door, he unlocked it with a victory ‘Jagiy….’ He faded out at the sight of you passed out on the bed, ‘Aish, why did you cry yourself to sleep?’

Stroking the side of your face with his index finger, he pulled the sheets back and tucked you in. You snuggled into the sheets and all but smiled when you felt a pillow in your arms. It was the one you threw away. Jungkook pecked your forehead and walked to the shattered frame on the floor. Clicking his fingers, he ran a few errands before coming back to your place an hour later. Slowly you shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Blinking, you noticed a bunch of roses on your chest of draws alongside the picture. But it was in a different frame. Slowly the door opened and Jungkook peeked in.

‘You awake.’ He beamed, pushing the door more and entering with a tray,

‘Did I not ask you to leave?’ You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

‘You did,’ He agreed, placing the tray down, ‘But you know I don’t listen, I am the maknae at the of day.’

‘I don’t want to repeat myself, Jungkook.’ Your voice cold.

‘And neither do I. I made your favourite by the way, but it’s hot so be carful.’ He motioned to the cup of steaming hot chocolate on the bedside table.

‘Jungkook…’ You were about to complain before he placed a finger on your lips and silence you.

‘Enough with the threats, okay?’ He stated, ‘Listen I am sorry for what I said. Sometimes I speak and think you will understand what I mean, but this time I was wrong. So wrong that it caused you pain, and to be honest baby, I hate myself more then anything. The fact that I made you cry made me want to run into moving traffic.’ He held your cheek, brushing your hands over the tear stains, ‘Those tears should never be anything but good happy ones.’


‘Let me finish. Yes you aren’t an idol or model, but I do not care! If I wanted those types, I would be dating them. Y/N, we have known each other since junior high and I have never been the happiest when you agreed to be mine.’

‘I’m so plain and boring.’ You sighed, pulling away from his touch.

‘You say that, but I see a girl who is interesting and different.’ He encouraged, ‘A girl that doesn’t care what anything thinks,’ He leaned in and brushed his lips against your, ‘A girl who makes me proud and happy that she is mine…and only mine.’

You leaned in thinking he was going to kiss you but he quickly scooped you in his arms, flinging you over his shoulder ‘Yah!! Kookie, put me down!’

‘No,’ He looked behind him with a warm smile, ‘I am still apologising.’

‘Still?’ You asked him with a raised brow.

‘So first, we are adorned with a bouquet of beautiful roses,’ He walked by the drawers, ‘The scent that lingers on you everyday and makes me feel like I am floating. Second we are confronted with a picture of you and I. The picture taken on your senior dance and one of my favourite moments I have shared with you so far, and with many more to come. The frame is a sleek black one because of the dress you wore.’

‘You are so cheesy.’ You huffed.

‘Oh baby, you don’t even know the half it.’ He walked out the door.

Your nostrils were ambushed by the scent of sweet smelling fumes and was lightly light with fairy lights. The furniture was rearranged and pillows scattered on the ground. In the middle lay a tray of all your favourite foods and drinks. The TV was on and before it laid a bunch of DVD’s which were all animation. Walking in, you still hung on his shoulder before he got into the centre of the room. Placing you down, he circled his arms around your waist and kissed your neck as he stood behind your body.

‘Before us we see the setting of our first day,’ He reminded, ‘The night we made a blanket fort and watched movies all night with laughs and amazing food.’

‘Kookie…’ You whispered, all anger seeping out.

‘The movies on the floor represent you and I.’ He pointed at them as you removed yourself from his hold and picked up the films, ‘And since you learning to be an animator as well.’

‘Lady and the Tramp?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘You are my lady, elegant and beautiful while I am the run of the mill tramp.’ He pointed out.

‘You aren’t a tramp.’ You chuckled before picking another, ‘Tangled?’

‘What more then an artistic girl and a goofy man who fall in love through adventure. I want to have many with you Jagiya.’

‘Beauty and the Beast?’

‘A little rough around the edges but I have found my beauty who will turn me into the prince.’

Tears slowly began to well in your eyes as you looked at movie after movie, finally looking at one with a cocked head, ‘Big Hero 6?’

‘You will always be my Baymax, to hold and comfort me through the hard and rough,’ He knelt before you and kissed your forehead, ‘Someone who will never give up on me and always make me feel better.’

‘Jungkook….’ You sniffed.

‘No more tears…please.’ He pressed his forehead against yours, ‘I have caused enough pain for one day.’

‘But this isn’t pain,’ You looked at him, ‘This is tears of happiness, the only tears I am allowed to shed remember?’ He nodded in agreement, ‘But why are you doing this?’


‘Showing me all this love after I wanted you out?’

He chuckled with a hearty laugh, ‘Because you are my Princess and I am nothing but the little frog that will make you happy even if you don’t see it quite yet.’

‘Princess and the Frog reference?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘I would say its my life motto, but sure, movie reference it is.’ He kissed your nose.

‘Neither,’ You said softly, ‘You aren’t a frog. You are the handsome Jungkook whom is my prince and man I love with every ounce of my heart.’ You admitted, ‘I am sorry for snapping at you…’

‘No I deserved it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was wrong of me and I am the one sorry for teasing you.’

‘Well you know what they say, you tease the ones you love.’ You smirked

‘Yah! That isn’t fair, I said that and you wanted to throw me out your house!’

‘That shows how much I love you.’ You smiled, brushing your lips against his and closing the deal with a sweet simple kiss.

It was nothing but a pressing of your lips in his. There was no movement at all, just the two of you frozen and soaking up each others presences and warmth . He had done a lot to make it up to you and proved that he was dearly sorry and loved you will every ounce of his heart. You felt his thumb stroking your cheek as you pulled apart and looked into his eyes deeply.

‘You are such a tease.’ He said softly.

‘Says the pot to the kettle.’ You shrugged your shoulders, standing up with him in tow. He laughed as he shook his head and lifted you in a tight hug, ‘You are such an idiot sometimes.’

‘I know, but I am your idiot Y/N. I love you….’

Deepest Secrets

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes(implied kind of)

Warnings: Angst towards the end

Word Count: 1500+

Summary: A journal is meant to be personal a way for someone to express their secrets without judgement. Nor is it suppose to be read by others. A misplaced journal can cause all sorts of problems for it’s owner.   

A/N: So there’s not really a pairing here, but it does hint at something. I dunno. I didn’t know where I was planning on going with this and it kind of went off the rail a little. Maybe? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy!

The gifs is not mine, credit to the owner.

Y/N flung the laundry basket across the room, cursing under her breath. She moved over to her desk, pulling a part the meticulously organized surface. Where was it? She could have sworn she put it back where it belonged, but considering the drawer to her bedside table was turned upside down on the floor, she knew it wasn’t there. She didn’t start to panic until she checked on her bookshelf, and it wasn’t there either. Now she was quiet literally ripping apart her room in hopes to find it.

“Where the hell is it?” She muttered as she dug into her closet. She had already tossed half of her wardrobe across her room. Now she was digging around on the floor, pulling apart her shoe collection. She was so focused on her task, she missed her door being opened, and the startled gap from her visitor. Her attention was more on throwing the shoes over her shoulder, that she missed when they walked up behind her. It wasn’t until said shoe collided with the persons face and the startled cry pulled her attention back. Y/N twisted around and looked up, startled. Natasha stood over her, one hand on her cheek while the other held a stiletto.

“When the hell did you get in here?”

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The Storm Happened...

Characters: sister!reader, Dean, Sam, John

Warnings: arguing, angst

Word count: 1703

Summary: After keeping it bottled up for so long, you finally tell the boys and your father, John, about how you feel about him leaving you when you were little.

Life on the road was different to what you grew up knowing. Before you were involved in the supernatural world, you lived in a small village with your mother; it was just you and her in your small house. You had no brothers or sisters, you had an absent father most of your life- that was until he decided he had time for you. When she died, you were forced into the world of evil. You were involved with the monsters and the apocalypse and everything in between. This life, honestly, sucked; but it wasn’t like you had any other choice.

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If I Could Tell Him...

I’m alive! Here’s a oneshot inspired by the song “If I Could Tell Her” from Dear Evan Hansen. I highly encourage you to listen to the song. Please enjoy!

“Girl, you’ve got to try to pull yourself together,” Alya frowned from the other side of Marinette’s phone screen. “Adrien’s your friend. It shouldn’t have been that hard to ask him to go to the movies with you. He definitely would’ve said yes if you asked, but instead…”

“But instead, I panicked and ended up tripping down the stairs,” Marinette sighed. She blew a stray piece of hair out her face, but it fell right back into place. Marinette decided to let it stay there. The day left her too exhausted to bother with anything else. Not only did she fall down the stairs before asking Adrien to the movies, but she also knocked Chloe over and took them both for a tumble. She wasted the next hour of her life listening to Chloe rant while accompanying her to the nurse to make sure neither of them were injured. In short, it had been a terrible day.

Marinette sighed again. “Alya, I thought I was gonna be able to do it this time. I spent almost three hours practicing last night, but when I faced the real thing… I just seized up.”

“But you’ve been doing so well lately. I’ve caught you two having normal conversations between class.”

“It’s fine when we’re talking about schoolwork, but when I try to act on my feelings, my mind turns to mush. I get so nervous. There are so many things I want to tell him, but they all jumble together and I can hardly muster a coherent sentence. My heart starts beating so fast that my body can’t keep up. Everything goes weak and suddenly, I’m unable to act normal anymore.”

Alya laughed, wishing she was with Marinette in person so she could give the poor girl a hug. “You’ve got the love bug bad!” Alya smiled. “And that’s not a bad thing, but if you want to have a chance with Adrien, you’ve got to overcome it. Don’t be nervous around him. He’s just Adrien after all.”

“Just Adrien?” Marinette sputtered, nearly dropping her phone. “Adrien Agreste, the kindest, smartest, and most handsome boy Paris has ever known? How is a klutz like me supposed to act around that?”

“He’s not some superhero or demigod. He’s a normal guy so there’s nothing to be nervous about. You’re not a klutz either. You’re just Marinette! And if Adrien doesn’t love that then maybe he isn’t the right guy for you.”

“I hope you’re wrong otherwise I’ll have to rework my entire life plan,” Marinette giggled. Her smile then turned to a slight frown as a different thought crossed her mind. “But I’ll never know if he’s the right one or not if I never tell him how I feel.”

“Good thing you’ve still got plenty of time to tell him.” Alya gave Marinette a hopeful grin. The school year wasn’t over yet. Each day was a new opportunity to make some progress with Adrien. “Remember what we talked about before?” Alya continued. “Baby steps. And speaking of babies, I’ve got to get back to babysitting. The twins are shouting for dinner so I should get cooking. Catch you later!”

“Bye!” Marinette said as the call ended. She dropped her phone onto her desk and groaned. “I’m a mess…” she mumbled under her breath.

“No, you’re not!” Tikki shouted as she emerged from behind Marinette’s chair. “Everything Alya said is right! You need to figure out how to tell Adrien how you feel! There’s no need to be nervous!”

“Funny how everyone’s an expert in love tonight,” Marinette said as she got out of her chair. She grabbed a blanket off her bed and slung it over her shoulders. “I’m going out to the balcony for a bit,” she told Tikki. “Wanna join me?”

Tikki let out a huge yawn. “No thanks,” the kwami replied tiredly. “I’m exhausted after the day we had today.”

“Tell me about it. I don’t want to hear Chloe’s voice for at least another year. Get some rest then. I need some fresh air to clear my head. I’ll come back inside soon.”

As Tikki headed to bed, Marinette went up to the balcony. The air outside was slightly cold, but it felt refreshing. The sun set an hour or so ago so the sky was dark and dotted with stars. The streets below still bustled, but above everything felt quiet. Marinette leaned against the metal railing as she watched Paris’s nightlife spring alive. Moments like this made all her worries feel small. Even at night, Paris kept moving and when seeing it action, how could Marinette think about anything else?

Out of the corner of her eye, Marinette spotted a shadow dart across the buildings across the street. She squinted her eyes, trying to get a closer look. “Could that be…?” she wondered as leaned over the railing. “There’s only one person who could be out roaming the skyline at this time of night.”

The shadow disappeared, leaving Marinette puzzled. “Where did he go?” she thought, craning her neck to peer across the street. “He was there just a second ago.”

“Surprise, Princess!” a voice shouted from behind her.

Marinette jumped as the blanket fell off her shoulders. She swiveled around to find Chat Noir standing behind her, hands proudly on his hips and tail whisking back and forth. “You scared me!” Marinette yelled, putting her hand over her beating heart. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Chat Noir grinned cheekily. “I saw you outside and thought it would be rude not to drop by and say hello. Besides, who doesn’t like a special visit from their favorite superhero?”

“That’s quite an assumption you’re making,” Marinette smiled, now matching Chat Noir’s pose. “Who says you’re my favorite?”

“I’m not?”

“I’m only joking. Of course, you’re my favorite, but don’t tell Ladybug I said that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me!”

There was a brief moment of silence before Chat Noir spoke again. “Are you doing alright?” he asked, almost in a whisper. Marinette met his eyes which to her surprise were filled with concern. She was slightly taken aback. Chat Noir didn’t often act seriously like this. It was different. What spurred the sudden worry?

“I’m fine…” Marinette answered. Her gaze drifted to the floor. “Well,” she began again. “I guess today wasn’t the best day I’ve ever had, but there isn’t much I can do about that.”

Chat Noir took a seat on the balcony’s railing. “Tell me about,” he said. “I’ve got time to listen.” With a carefree and kind smile like his, Marinette couldn’t refuse. Besides, she had time to burn too.

Marinette let her back hit the railing and then sank down to her knees. She tossed the blanket over them before starting her story. “I tried to invite the boy I like to the movies today, but it didn’t go so well,” she explained. “I got nervous again and ended up falling down the stairs. To make matters worse, I knocked into Chloe which sent her into a frenzy. I ended up looking like an idiot again. At this rate, I don’t think he’ll ever talk to me again, let alone go to the movies with me.”

“You have someone you like?” Chat Noir asked, his ears perking up.

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “Out of everything in my story, that’s what you picked up on?” she said, pretending to be sarcastic while holding back giggles. “Why? Are you jealous?”

Chat Noir shook his head. “No… I just didn’t know. If you don’t mind me asking, who is he?”

“Adrien Agreste.”

For reasons Marinette didn’t know, Chat Noir visibly stiffened. There was something in his eyes that Marinette couldn’t discern. Surprise, anxiety, and a spark of something else. She tapped his knee, bringing him back to life like a wind-up toy newly wound. He ran his hand through his hair before looking at her. Chat Noir softly smiled as he asked, “Is that so?”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Hard to believe, I know. We’re not exactly a perfect match. He’s a popular, perfect model while I’m clumsy Marinette. One might say we’re polar opposites.”

“But they also say opposites attract,” Chat Noir added, proud of his joke. “I don’t think you two sound that different. Maybe he’s not as perfect as you think…”

“Well, of course, he’s not perfect perfect, but he’s perfect to me.” Marinette’s cheeks glowed pink which was hardly noticeable against the dark backdrop of night. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach at the thought of him.

“Why do you think he’s perfect?” Chat Noir pressed further. “I mean, nobody’s perfect and perfection isn’t a reason to fall in love with someone.” Marinette detected bitterness in his words as if he had this conversation with others before. His blonde locks covered his eyes so Marinette couldn’t read his expression. Yet, Marinette could read his body language and it was obvious something she said struck a chord with him.

“He’s perfect because of all the reasons I love him,” Marinette smiled. She leaned over and rested her head against Chat Noir’s dangling leg. “I always have trouble finding the words when I with him, but if I could tell him… I’d have so much to say. I keep them all locked inside, unsaid, but someday I’ll tell him how I feel. I’d tell him all the reasons I love him.”

“You could tell me.”

Marinette and Chat Noir turned to each other, both stunned. Chat Noir waved his arms, panicking. “Y-you could tell me as practice!” he stammered. “It might be good to get it all out with someone else first! That way it’s easier to tell him later! That’s what I meant!” His tail waved fervently, not hiding his anxiousness. A nervous Chat Noir was a new picture for Marinette, but she liked it. It was oddly adorable.

“I don’t mind,” Marinette shrugged. “I’ve never had the chance to talk about it with anyone but Alya. It’s kinda embarrassing though so you can’t tell anyone else.”

“You have this cat’s word.”

“Alright…” Marinette took a deep breath as she gathered her thoughts. Reasons she loved Adrien? There were so many. It would be best to start at the beginning. “There’s his smile which feels so kind and real. His face lights up when he truly smiles. Not the forced smiles he gives the teachers or Chloe… his real smile is amazing.”

“And there’s the way he tries to stand up for his friends even when he knows the consequences. To be someone of his social standing and talk back to others is dangerous, but he does it anyway. Sometimes it’s in quiet ways. He’ll whisper to Chloe and ask her to knock it off. Sometimes he’ll sneak away and tell a teacher. Sometimes he’ll face others head on. I’ll never forget the time he defended my uncle in front of Chloe. They’re friends so I didn’t think he’d tell her off, but he did. His sense of justice matches even yours, Chat Noir. Adrien will always help a friend in need.”

“Then there’s the way he sneaks silly puns and jokes into conversations. They’re almost too subtle to notice. Whenever he tells a joke, the corners of his mouth turn up slightly as if he’s trying to disguise his pride. They’re always corny, but somehow they warm my heart. Adrien’s puns are few and far between, but each one feels special. They’re a sneak peek into his sense of humor.”

“And his laugh… he has the most wonderful laugh. It’s lighthearted and carefree. When he lets himself laugh, he laughs like nobody’s watching. His cheeks turn red as he throws his head back and laughs. When he’s finished, he smiles again. A rare happiness fills his emerald eyes. Whenever I watch him laugh, I feel one step closer to him. I feel like I’ve been allowed to witness something magical.”

Marinette tilted her head up toward the stars. She closed her eyes and smiled. “But the thing I love about him most,” she said, reminiscing the moment when the fire of her love began to first burn. “Is his heart.”

Chat Noir cocked his head, confused. “His heart?” he asked.

Marinette nodded. “He has a good heart. He helps others whenever he can. He’s kind beyond belief. He can remain level-headed when times get tough, but also knows how to makes others feel better. His words encourage others to keep moving forward. His father, though he’s my hero, can be harsh and cold sometimes. Yet, Adrien always manages to stay kind and positive. I know there are moments when he’s feeling down, but he tries to smile for everyone else’s sake. His heart is almost too big for him to bear.

“And the moment I fell in love with him, I couldn’t believe it. It was so sudden and new. I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow his heart reached mine. With only an umbrella and a simple laugh, he captured my heart. It sounds silly to say it out loud. It’s like something out of a movie… ”

“It’s not silly!’ Chat Noir shouted, nearly falling off the railing. His cheeks were just as red as Marinette’s now. The only reason she didn’t notice was because of the darkness and his mask. Chat Noir cleared his throat and swallowed the nerves that were quickly creeping through his entire body. "It’s cute,” Chat Noir smiled. It was a more heartfelt smile, the kind Marinette only saw when he was talking to her as Ladybug.

“Thanks,” Marinette blushed. “But does it all really matter if I don’t tell him? I want to say something, but I can’t do it! I feel so far from him even though he sits right in front of me every day. He’s everything to me, but he has no idea and it’s my fault. If only I could tell him…”

Chat Noir jumped off the railing onto the balcony. He sat down next to Marinette and pulled part of her blanket onto him. She looked surprised but didn’t say anything. “I think…” Chat Noir started as he bit his lip. “Adrien probably has things he wants to tell you too.”

“I doubt it. There’s not really anything that impressive about me. He thinks I’m a good designer but that’s about it,” Marinette pouted. “We’ve never talked about me either. I don’t know how much he could want to say.”

“That’s not true. I think Adrien would say a lot of things,” Chat Noir smiled. “I think he would tell you how he admires the way you stand up to Chloe. You don’t let her push you or anyone else around. Without hesitation, you rise up and take her head on. You’ll defend any friend or stranger because you know it’s the right thing to do.”

“How would you know he’d say something like that?” Marinette asked, one eyebrow raised. “That’s awfully specific…”

“…Adrien and I have… talked before,” Chat Noir said, thinking carefully about his words. “He’s been at the site of quite a few akuma attacks so we’ve had time to chat. He’s mentioned things about you a few times too.”

“He has?!” Marinette’s face lit up like the Eiffel Tower at night. She grabbed Chat Noir’s arm, shaking it eagerly. “Please tell me what he said! Chat Noir, I have to know!”

“Alright!” Chat Noir laughed as Marinette began to calm down. “It’ll have to stay a secret between us though.”


“Okay. Well, he said… he also likes the way you get nervous sometimes, but persevere. He likes the way you trip, stumble, and yes, even fall down the stairs because you always get right back up and keep going. When you make mistakes, it doesn’t paralyze you. You try again. It may take a while, but you always bounce back.”

“Did he say anything else?” Marinette clutched her cheeks, nearly squealing with glee. Her heart was beating so fast, it might pop out of her chest. The thing about herself she often hated Adrien liked? It had to be a miracle. “A-Actually, no nevermind…” she backtracked. She pulled on her hair nervously. “I probably shouldn’t be hearing this since Adrien told you, not me.”

“N-no, no! I’m sure Adrien would be fine with it,” Chat Noir replied, almost as nervous as Marinette. “And he said so many things, I’m trying to pick out the best ones to tell you.” Chat Noir felt himself begin to ramble. Something stirred in his chest. It was similar to how he felt about Ladybug. Usually, he would have stopped to question the feeling. After all, Ladybug was his one true love. But right now, he was so caught up in Marinette he didn’t have time to stop and think.

“Go on then…” Marinette urged him. “What else did Adrien say?”

“He said he likes the way you tie your hair with ribbon into little ponytails. And the way you always match your clothes like an expert designer would. It makes you look even prettier than you normally do.”

“Adrien thinks I’m pretty?”

“Definitely! He also told me he likes the way you’re courageous in the face of danger. You’re a civilian, but you’ve got enough bravery to be a hero all on your own. You want to protect everyone. When an akuma appears, you’re never afraid. You remain calm and think rationally. You always seem to have a plan. It’s incredible. You could rival Ladybug. All in all, he thinks you’re amazing!”

Marinette laughed to herself. “Oh the irony,” she smiled. “I can’t believe Adrien said all those things,” Marinette said aloud. “He’s never mentioned anything before, but I guess I don’t do a great job keeping up conversations with him. I didn’t know he thought about me that way.”

“Maybe he didn’t know how to tell you?” Chat Noir shrugged. “Or maybe he never knew how badly he wanted to tell you,” he thought, his pulse racing.

Marinette hugged her knees to her chest. “Adrien doesn’t seem that far away now. Maybe I’ll try asking him to the movies again tomorrow. Hopefully, he won’t mind if I have another clumsy moment again. But even if I fall down the stairs, I want to get back up and try again.”

“That’s the spirit!” Chat Noir nudged her arm playfully. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, Princess. Once you ask, I’m 100% positive he’ll say yes. And I think I overheard that he might be free this Friday afternoon.”

“Thank you, Chat Noir.” Marinette let her head fall onto his shoulder. Chat Noir froze for a moment before slowly running his hand through her hair. It was soft like he expected and smelled like vanilla. He tried to speak, but the words were caught in his throat. Instead, he tried something simpler.

“You’re welcome…”

Marinette sat up, making Chat Noir feel a little sad. With a bright smile, Marinette promised, “I’ll put in a good word for you with Ladybug as thanks for tonight. She’s got a great kitty at her side although I don’t think she’s ever doubted that.”

She winked at Chat Noir and rush a familiarity overcame him. It felt too familiar, but Marinette had never shown him that expression as either Adrien or Chat Noir. Where had he seen it before then? Before he could ask her, Marinette stood up and wrapped the blanket in her arms.

“I should probably head inside. It’s getting late and I promised Tikk- I mean my MOM, that I wouldn’t stay out too long.” Marinette coughed, praying Chat Noir hadn’t noticed her slip up.

Chat Noir nodded. “I understand.” He bowed and took Marinette’s hand. Gently, he held it up to his lips, giving it a delicate kiss. “Until next time, princess.” Marinette rolled her eyes with a smile, not surprised by Chat Noir’s suave nature.

He unhooked his baton from his waist and extended it. Chat Noir gave her his signature two-finger salute before bounding into the darkness. Marinette watched his figure disappear behind the buildings. Once he was gone, she headed towards the trapdoor to go back to her bedroom.

But then she stopped. “I wonder who told him I was having a bad day…” Marinette thought. “Maybe it was Adrien… Someone must have asked him to check on me. I’ll have to ask the next time I see that silly cat though. Even without the mask, he can always see right through me.”

With a final look at the night sky, Marinette whispered to herself, “Good night, Chat Noir.” And then she disappeared back into her bedroom, hopeful for tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

Why do you think so many middle class liberals adopt communism and anarcho-communism as their ideology when, realistically, they'd have the least to gain from a communist or anarchist state?

I don’t have a real answer to that.

I think a lot of it is down to ignorance and an overly-simplistic view of how to make the world better, as well as a smattering of entitlement.

In an ideal world, there would be no homeless people, everyone would be healthy, everyone would have a decent home and nobody would ever go hungry. But that costs money. 

There’s a reason that the newly-politically-“aware” youth are much more likely to be communists than older people. They haven’t gotten a decent grasp of basic economics yet. They haven’t worked for years and seen the fruits of their labours when it comes to building a home and building a life for themselves, the sense of accomplishment that that gives. A lot of them are coddled, so they don’t really understand the meaning of, “I paid my bills, but I saved to get this, I worked hard for this, this is mine and I’m proud of myself for my achievement.”

The older ones tend to either be people that have been paid to do nothing but espouse communist views – like politicians or professional protesters, given money only to complain – or the most embittered needy and vulnerable that can’t seem to get ahead and blame the system for their luck, so want others to foot the bill.

The fact is that the world needs a mix of capitalism and some socialism in the right kind of balance.

Nobody decent thinks that the disabled, the elderly etc should be left to starve to death if they can’t work. There needs to be a cushion there. But it’s also wrong to strip someone of their hard work.

These people, they ironically lack empathy and claim to care about others. It’s a much bigger picture than, “Take from the richest to give to the poorest.” All they can picture are fatcats with millions, not families that have worked hard to save as much as they can to leave a nest egg to protect their children when they’ve gone.

And the thing is that you’re right. Most of the poorest people want to get on the ladder to earn for themselves so they can feel proud of themselves and achieve something for themselves. But if there’s “revolution,” then those middle-class “communists” are one of the first on the chopping block. 

Shouting “Communism for all!” is a cheap way to pretend to care about the poorest without actually doing anything to help them. You see that constantly on this site. All that they think they need to do is espouse communist rhetoric and maybe attend some rallies. At best, they might help out with a charity. But they never actually practice what they preach aside from cooing at the idea that they know, deep down, will never happen.

And that suits them, quite frankly. Because as long as they know that capitalism is in control, they can keep complaining and keep shouting for revolution, but never lose any of their comforts and never fear losing their personal quality of life.

When did you last hear of a communism/etc-support-shouting politician that looked at their massive salary and pension and gave it away happily?

They don’t believe in it. They might convince themselves that they do, safe in the knowledge that what they claim to want will never pass, but deep down? They really don’t mean it.