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Under Your Spell: Jimin (SMUT)

Originally posted by chimchams

Witch!AU: You attend the same school as Jimin, but you’re rivals. (Or at least that’s what you tell yourself). He pulls a prank on you and you decide to get your revenge on him by giving him a potion. But the potion backfires when you accidentally mess it up. 

Warnings: rough sex, daddy kink, thigh riding, spanking, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving), foul language, choking, and hair pulling.

Word count: 4,276


Your school was flooded with toads. Slimy little reptiles croaking and jumping around in the classrooms and halls. One of the little creatures hopped from the top of your head and you shrieked, messily rummaging your hair. You knew this prank was meant for you. You hated reptiles, especially toads and frogs. Only two people knew of your fear for them: your best friend and your sworn enemy, Jimin Park (who was unfortunately a super handsome upperclassman with a knack for spectacular pranks).

You regretted the day he found out about one of your greatest fears. You had been too careless when it slipped past your lips, not noticing his presence until it was too late. With your wand, you zapped the toad to who knows where, you just wanted it away from you.

You continue to use your magic to clear a path for you.

“I swear I’ll kill this idiot when I find him.” You grumbled to yourself. When you came into the hallway, you could see some of the teachers getting rid of the toads and for this you were extremely thankful.

“Now, if I were Jimin Park, where would I be?” You thought aloud and had an “aha!” moment. You knew just where he was.


As soon as you opened the doors to the school’s roof, you saw him leaning against the railing. You roll your eyes when you see a smug smile settle on his handsome face.

“Took you long enough, princess.” You approach him with your hands balled into fists. He doesn’t even look slightly fazed when you send him your deadliest glare. “Did you like my little gift?” He chuckles and continued, “It’s your birthday, right? Consider the toads a present.”

He eased his hand into your slightly messy hair, effectively untangling the strands and causing you to blush. “You still had some frog juice in your hair.” Your face is now beet red and it only causes him to laugh harder.

“Reverse the spell and apologize. If you do, I’ll consider forgiving you.” You offered him to which he only smirked.

“And if I don’t?” He inches closer to you, his minty breath fanning your flushed face. His eyes flickered to your full lips and you almost didn’t catch his pink tongue swiping across his own puffy lips. You wanted to back away because his scent was so damn intoxicating. Somehow the gap between you two was closing and you weren’t sure which one of you were leaning in closer.

Just as your eyes began to droop, you came to your senses and out of instinct, you slapped him. Not hard, but you’re sure it left a little sting.

“R-reverse the spell or else!” You threatened with a cracked voice, probably from how embarrassed you were. Your blush would probably never go away. You rushed away from him and back into the warmth of the school.

He was left there, stunned. His gaping mouth slowly closed and raised, settling into his signature smirk. Was he a masochist, because he wasn’t sure that slap should have turned him on. Or maybe he wasn’t a masochist, instead it was your fiery attitude that set him off. Kissing you crossed his mind as soon as your plump lips turned into a snarl that only you could make look sexy.

Gosh, you made him want you so much. The little feud between you two only added fuel to his fire. He chewed on his bottom lip, thinking of your embarrassed yet cute face.  

Oh, how he’d love it if your pretty face was covered in his cum. The thoughts running through his mind were far too dirty for him to be having about a girl who was his junior. But damn it, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were so effortlessly sexy.

So much sexier than the girl who threw themselves at him every day. He never bothered with them because you entertained and occupied him enough. He hated how other guys gawked at you when you wore the short uniform skirt. Your legs were nice and long. Smooth and silky. He imagined his hand caressing your legs with his strong hands and his head buried deep between your thick thighs.

God, he was getting too carried away, almost wanting to jerk his hardening cock on the school’s roof. His next class didn’t have you in it and he wasn’t sure if he could go without taking care of himself. What if he saw you in the class after next and came in his pants at the sight of your mesmerizing body.

‘Fuck it.’ He thought before rubbing his cock through his jeans. ‘It’s now or never.’


You were in the lab where the students were free to use the equipment to practice spells or potions. You were the only one in the lab, focusing on making a potion for Jimin. Since he hadn’t stopped those ugly toads yet, you were cooking up something special for him.

Although you weren’t great at making potions, you looked up a simple one that would cause the drinker of it bad luck. You were mad at him for almost ruining your birthday but at the same time, he made you want to suck him off until he shot his load down your throat.

You hated how wet he made you every time he touched you or how you thought he was so sexy when he bit his lip out of concentration. Your mind was foggy as you grabbed the cup of rose petals. You almost screeched when you dumped the whole cup into the brew because the recipe only called for ¼ a cup. Then a sparkling pink poof came from the brew shortly after. Uh oh?

You blamed Jimin for distracting you with these lewd thoughts. You groaned and sighed. The petals were the last step to the potion and you didn’t want to start over. You didn’t think there would be any bad side effects…uh, at least not any serious side effects.

You poured the potion into a small vial and put it in your pocket. You hurriedly cleaned your station and made your way to Jimin’s locker. You made sure the coast was clear before tapping his lock with your wand. It easily unlocked and you pulled the metal door open. You searched for a drink that he might have inside his locker and you were ecstatic to see that he kept a bottle of raspberry tea in it. You twisted the cap open and quickly poured the contents of the potion inside of the bottle.

You twisted the top back tightly and closed the door before securing it with the lock. You avoided stepping on toads as you made your way to the cafeteria and slid into your seat next to your best friend, Sam.

“Hmm…you look suspicious,” Sam chuckles and touches your forehead with his cold palm, “And you’re sweating. Did you do something naughty?” He smirks and winks. You blush, knowing exactly what he was insinuating and you shake your head.

“Shut up, it’s nothing like that.” You elbow him softly.

“So, these frogs…Jimin’s doing?” You immediately groan and nod.

“He says they were a birthday present.” Sam just chuckles and shakes his head.

“You two seriously need to fuck and get it over with. How did he even know it was your birthday?” Sam pulls his lunch from his bag and you follow suit.

“I don’t know. I haven’t told anyone except you. Maybe he found out just to play a prank on me.” You take a sip of your juice, feeling a little bitter about the situation if that was the case.

“Speak of the devil and he may appear.” Sam nods his head to where Jimin had just entered the cafeteria, his raspberry tea in his hand. You can’t help but to bite your lip when you see just how disheveled his clothing is and the prominent bulge in his pants. His hair was messy and you wondered which of one of these girls had the privilege of fucking Jimin Park.

His eyes locked onto yours and you could have sworn they were shining with a mischievous glint.

“Damn, there is so much sexual tension between y’all. I think I’m gonna be sick.” Sam excused himself and left you sitting alone. Jimin had the perfect opportunity to slide into the seat Sam left.

You had no idea what to say to him as he stared at you. Something unfamiliar swam around in his chocolate brown orbs and you were mad because the more you stared at them, the longer you wanted to ride his face. You finally found your voice but it was so small, you surprised yourself. “What do you want, Jimin?”

“I was just wondering how my princess was doing.” You clamp your thighs together. You were used to him calling you princess but this time it was different. He had never called you his princess. Something was different about him. You looked to the half empty tea bottle and furrowed your eyebrows. He was supposed to be stumbling around this place, tripping over his own two feet. Jumbling up his words and slipping on invisible water.

Maybe the rose petals added a different affect to the potion. Damn it, you really should have started over.

“You really are something else, Y/N. The things you do to me.” He sucks in a breath and scoots his chair closer to yours. “Makes me lose my mind.” You were so thankful the two of you were in the back of the cafeteria, someone may have noticed how his strong hand rubbed tiny circles on your smooth thigh.  

You wanted him to stop, but at the same time you were oddly curious as to where this would lead. Jimin was never this forward and you knew that this was partially your fault for messing up the potion and giving it to him anyway.

“I knew there was something wrong with me the moment I drank my tea. A feeling erupted inside of me, one that I’ve been trying to push a side for the longest time. Lust.” His voice was ten times deep than normal and every time he spoke against your neck, it sent shivers down your spine. “I can’t seem to control myself. All I can think about is how much I want to bend you over and spank you for tampering with my drink.”

‘Shit. He knows.’

“You’ve gotta be more careful, princess. I saw you leaving my locker, but I hadn’t known what you did until it became clear.” He pulled you up by your arm and led you out of the cafeteria. Some students stared, bewildered to see Jimin using such force with you.

“Where are you taking me, Jimin Park? I demand to know, right now!” You were startled when he slammed your body into the lockers, creating a loud bang.

“You don’t get to demand anything, I’m the one in charge. You just suck my cock and look pretty when you swallow my cum.” He cupped your face in his hands and licked your lips. “You’re so sexy, but you already know that, don’t you? That’s why you always seem to make me hard with one glance.”

He grabbed your arm again and dragged you to the empty labs where you had first made his potion. Once you were inside, he locked the door and sat in one of the chairs. “Strip for me, princess.”

You found yourself moving fluently, like you had done this every day for him. His voice held so much authority over you. You wouldn’t even question him anymore. Your shirt was already on the floor and your skirt followed quickly. You went to unhook your bra before he stopped you.

“Not yet. I want to see you dance.” He began to palm himself through his pants and you didn’t know if you could wait any longer to have him down your throat.

Your hips began to sway to a beat that was in your mind, but you knew that he could hear it too. He was mesmerized by the beauty of your exotic dancing. You bit your lip when you could see him unzipping his jeans. Your hands teasingly brushed over your clothed breasts and traveled down towards your soaking pussy.

You turned around and bent over, your ass high in the air. You hooked your thumbs into your lace panties and pulled them down your thick thighs ever so slowly. You could hear him groan when he got an eyeful of your ass. You finally took off your bra and turned to face him.

Your nipples were more erect than you thought, probably from the cold air conditioning mixed with anticipation.

“Come here.” He beckoned you over to him with his index finger. When you were close enough for him to reach you, he grabbed you tightly by the waist and you came crashing down on his lap. His erect dick rubbed right against your clit and you moaned simultaneously. Still gripping your waist, he rolled his hips and it created a lot of friction that was just making you wetter.

“You’ve been so bad, putting something in my drink. But you’ve been good too, listening to daddy like the good girl you are. Daddy doesn’t know if he should reward or punish you.” He hungrily kissed you and moved his muscular hands down to your plump ass. He slapped it and kneaded it like it was dough. Kissing your neck, he mumbles, “I think you should suck daddy off.”

You nodded eagerly and dropped to your knees. You were way more excited than you should have been. He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his glorious abs and his broad chest. You marveled at the sight of the veins running through his sculpted arms.

You quickly pulled his trousers and boxers down his legs and moaned at how beautiful his cock was. His hand tangled itself in your hair as it guided you to his cock. “Suck.” He commanded and you instantly obliged.

You took his red tip into your mouth and licked over the slit slowly, tasting the precum that began to build up. He sucked in air through his teeth and grunted. Your tongue traced over the most prominent vein, making him moan. You giggled after seeing his reaction. “Did you like that, daddy?”

His eyes were glazed over as he nodded, tightening his grip in your hair. You sucked at the base of his shaft and grazed over it with your teeth. His body jerked as you gripped his cock tightly, using your tongue to pay special attention to his sensitive tip.

He was already wide enough and it didn’t make it better when you felt him growing harder in your hand. He tugged on your hair and guided your mouth down his dick, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

You let out a strangled cough as your burning throat began to get used to his massive girth. He pulled you up for air, his chest heaving heavily. When you regained your breath, he slid himself down your throat again, trying to let you get used to deep throating him. “You take my cock so well, baby.” He felt his orgasm building and quickly pulled your mouth from his dick.

You were slightly saddened but the feeling was quickly replaced by him lifting you up and onto his thigh. His thigh tensed when your slick met it. You moaned and moved your hips on his thigh. He groaned and pulled your hair, revealing your neck to him. He bit and sucked on your neck, marking you as his.

His strong thigh tensed and you threw your head back, mewling in pleasure. “Does that feel good, princess? Do you like riding my thigh?” You nodded and moved on his thigh quicker.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” You whimpered and yelped as he slapped your ass. He rubbed your clit as you grinded against his thigh. He toyed with your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your inevitable orgasm. Jimin brought his thigh up and dug it into your slit harder, clenching it against your pussy that was growing wetter as he continued to please you with his taut muscle.

Just when you felt your orgasm near, he stopped and lifted your hips off him. “You’re so fucking sexy, princess. I’m so glad I have you all to myself.” He bent you over the table and spread your ass cheeks. “Look how wet you are, glistening for me. For my cock.” He slapped your ass again and rubbed the area where it was growing a crimson red.

“Fuck me, daddy.” You whispered against the table top. You felt his fingers sliding smoothly up and down your wet folds. His finger slipped inside of your wet cunt and you covered your mouth with your hand, afraid of someone hearing you if you were too loud.

“I want to hear you.” He added another finger into your wetness, scissoring them while trying to spread your folds so that the stretch wouldn’t be too overwhelming when he was inside of you.

You didn’t want to risk getting caught, but you didn’t want to disobey him either. You moved your hand and he quickly grabbed your arm, guiding your hand to your ass. You could feel his tip prodding at your entrance and you instantly got the gist.

You held your ass open for him so that he could easily slip his massive cock inside your warm pussy. He grabbed his dick and coated it in your slick by running it up and down your slit. He smirked when you started to beg for him to fuck you already. He used his thumbs to open your slit and slowly slide his dick in.

You couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted from your throat when he filled you to the hilt. He massaged your hips and let them rest there. He groaned when he felt just how tight you were. You were clenching around him and he had barely even moved. He slowly pulls out just to hear you whine.

Jimin pushes back into you fast, no time being wasted. Your pussy was throbbing around him and he smirked, “Already, princess?” He chuckles as the sweat starts to collect on his forehead. You can’t even for coherent words as he thrusts inside of you deeply. He couldn’t gain a lot of speed because of how you were gripping onto his shaft so tightly.

“F-faster. Please!” You were on the verge of screaming because his dick was stretching you out in the most delicious way. You groaned as he gripped your waist harder and began to pound into you at a quicker speed.

The more he fucked you, the more he grew animalistic. Your hot cavern was sending him into a world that was purely intoxicating. He pulled you up by your hair and immediately attached his lips to your neck. He growled in your ear as you pulsated around his girth.

“Tell daddy just how good he’s making you feel.” He squeezed his free hand around your throat while the other was gripping your hair. You gasped and moaned at the sensation. The feeling was new and absolutely amazing.  

Your airway was getting cut off as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Tell me!” He grunted and let your neck go before sending an ear shattering smack down onto your ass.

“Oh, fuck daddy it feels so fucking good!” You yelled when your neck was finally released from his restricted hold. His thrusts were getting relentless, never slowing as he claimed your throbbing pussy as his.

Before you could register what was happening, his cock was gone and you were turned around. You could barely stand on your own and you were more than grateful when he picked you up by your thighs and set you on the table.

Jimin grabbed you by the throat and pressed a smoldering kiss to your lips. They were most likely going to be swollen for a couple of days. He spread your legs wide with his own and slipped his cock back into you.

You broke the kiss by letting out a loud mewl. “Make me cum, daddy.” You whispered as you saw white spots begin to cloud your vision. He went back to fucking you hard and rough, snapping his hips into yours mercilessly.

He watched you intensely, loving the way you bit your lip so hard it looked as if you were going to chew it off. Or how your neck was littered with love bites that he put there. As he thrusted into you, his hands traveled down your chest and groped your tit into his hand. He suckled one of your nipples into his mouth and pinched the other between his thumb and index finger.

He moaned against your chest as you praised him and tugged on his roots. He growled when your nails scratched his scalp lovingly. Your head flew back when he bit down onto your sensitive bud.

Jimin groaned when your nails dug into his back, indicating the start of your climax. Your body trembled and shuddered as it was taken over by your pent-up orgasm. You dragged your nails down his glistening back and let out a guttural moan.

You were throbbing more erratically around his cock and it brought him closer to his spine shattering orgasm. He growled loudly and gripped your throat again, tightening his hand around it slightly as he pulled out and desperately shot his seeds all over your stomach and chest.

You breathed deeply, a crimson tint suddenly covered your cheeks. Jimin collapsed on top of you and panted loudly, his heaving chest moving to the same rhythm as yours. As much as you wanted to stay like this, you knew this was only a one time thing.

“Jimin…class is going to start soon. We should leave.” You pushed on his shoulder but he didn’t budge, instead he just groaned.

“I want to stay like this…” He mumbled against your skin and nipped at it, causing you to shiver in delight.

“That’s just the potion talking.” You assured him and lifted him off you with the little bit of strength you had left.

“The effects of the potion wore off a while ago. Great job by the way.” He chuckles and gathers his clothing.

“I should have started over. If I did when I had the chance, this wouldn’t be happening.” You tugged your panties up your legs after wiping yourself clean with the napkins that were in the room.

“So, you regret doing this?” He feigns hurt but you can see his eyes are betraying him. You knew deep down he was really hurt by what you said.

“No offense Jimin, but I’ve heard about how many of the girls here have done things with you.” You pulled your shirt over your head and ruffled your hair.

“C’mon, Y/N. Those are just rumors, I promise I’ve never done that with any girl here.” After he was fully dressed, he stepped closer to you and captured your lips in a chaste kiss. “You’re the only one I can think about. Why do you think I tease you so much? Haven’t your parents ever told you that if a boy messes with you, it’s because he likes you?” He smiles cutely and you weren’t even sure if this was the same guy who had just fucked you into oblivion.

Jimin sensed the uncertainty in your movements and he pecked your forehead, “Just give me a chance. If I mess up, you have every right to beat my ass and break up with me. Just know that I won’t stop until you’re mine again.”

You searched his eyes for any source of a lie and you were so thankful you couldn’t find one. “Fine. I guess I could give you a chance.” You were nonchalant about it but on the inside, you were jumping with joy.

“You won’t regret it.” He kissed you and spun you around. Once he set you down, you gave him a genuine smile.

“I can’t believe I just had sex with my arch nemesis.” He laughs at your comment and corrects you.

“Former arch nemesis. Oh, happy birthday by the way.” He pecks your lips and grins.

“Toads…really?” You hit his chest and he pouted. “That was your first strike!”

“What?! That happened before we started dating.” You fixed the collar of his shirt and brought his face closer to yours.

“Well then, I guess you’re gonna have to earn that strike back.” You winked at him and made your way to the door and opened it.

Jimin’s weight forced it closed as he blocked your path. “Why don’t I earn it back right now?” He smirked, picking you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

What were you going to do with this boy and his excessive sex drive?


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skylions-den  asked:

If you're still doing prompts from the list would you do 18 with logicality. I saw your writing and was like damn that's adorable.

Wow it’s been months since you sent this in sorrryyyy

Tagged: @starlight-sanders, @sanspie122, @80s-addict, @watch-me-introvert

Warnings: None

Pairing(s): LoGiCaLiTy

Cuddle me?”

Logan was feeling, weird, to say the least.

He didn’t usually feel this way. The few times it’d happened before, it passed quickly.

But now, he feared something was wrong.

He craved attention. Not someone talking to him, but someone to touch him. He wanted physical contact, a rarity for a trait of his kind.

The issue was, he wanted touch from a particular somebody.

And that somebody was Patton.

Currently he was reading a book, although he wasn’t actually. Patton was seated near him, about 30 centimetres away, less than an arm’s length away. That was all Logan could focus on. Patton had his nose buried in his own book. Contrary to what most people thought, Patton was a big reader. Almost as big a reader as Logan. In fact, the only trait that didn’t read often (and even then, only fairytales), was Roman.

All Logan wanted was for Patton to come up to him and cuddle him, to envelop the logical trait into his warm, comforting, peaceful arms.

Patton did it to everyone else. Roman, after he’d been on big adventures, loved to collapse on the couch, and Patton always came to him to speak encouraging words and praise, wrapping the prince in a big dad hug.

Anxiety always got hugs from Patton. Although he pretended he hated them, he got the opportunity to lean into Patton’s comforting touch, and he took it. Morality loved to hug Anxiety, to give him moral support when he was distressed, or in general.

But Logan never received Patton’s hugs, or anyone’s, for that matter. Maybe it was because when they were young he insisted Patton never touch him, lest he lose concentration. Now, he was losing concentration because Patton wasn’t hugging him.

Logan didn’t just wanted to hug, he needed to cuddle into the fatherly figure and play with his cardigan as they lay there in peaceful silence. Oh, what Logan would give to be able to stare into Patton’s eyes from so close, to be able to study his face and connect the freckles like he adored connecting constellations.

“-gan. Logan! You alright there? You seem to be distracted,” Patton claimed, waving his hand in a place somewhat in Logan’s vision. Logan just looked at the other, seemingly still distant, completely silent. His mouth was slightly parted, needing to say something about how he was fine and he was just a bit tired.

Instead, out came, “Cuddle me.”

“What?” Patton asked, taken aback. Even Logan was shocked at the words that had come out of his mouth. His cheeks dusted themselves with a light pink, but he couldn’t back down now. Except, maybe this time, he’d try with less force.

“I’m sorry, but, could we maybe…. cuddle?” Patton smiled. Logan’s light blush turned into a full red face, feeling embarrassed that such words had escaped his lips.

“Yes, of course. I never get to cuddle with anyone.”

“You always hug the other two, what are you talking about?”

“Yeah, sure, I always give them hugs, but I never get to cuddle with anyone, you know? When the hug is returned, and prolonged. And full of love. Is that your language?”

“I- oh. There’s a difference. Well, it sounds nice, so I’d like to engage in the act of cuddling with you, Patton.”

“You’re such a dork. Come ‘ere.” Patton opened his arms. Logan flung down his book and practically leapt into Patton’s outstretched arms. He wrapped his own arms around the other’s waist, burying his face into the crook of Patton’s neck. “Wow, someone’s feeling affectionate.”

“Shut up, you’ve always seemed like the best to cuddle. Besides, who else would I want to cuddle other than the person I hold romantic feelings toward.” Logan smiled and buried his face deeper into Patton’s neck, before realising his grave mistake. “Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“It’s okay, Lo. I feel the same way,” Patton murmured, running his fingers through Logan’s soft and fluffy hair. He pressed a kiss to the logical trait’s forehead and pulled Logan closer. Logan closed his eyes and hummed in satisfaction.

“Since you feel similar levels of attraction towards me, and I quite enjoy this position, would you like to be the person who engages in romantic and/or sexual acts with me frequently?”

“If that means I’m your boyfriend, then yes, my nerd, I will be your boyfriend.” Logan smiles into Patton’s neck, proud of himself for successfully becoming one step closer to knowing how romance works.

Broken souls mend together

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Set after season 6, ep 18 “Lauren.” The reader was roommates with Emily, and goes to Spencer for comfort. Inspired from the scene where Reid had admitted of thinking of taking drugs again to JJ after Emily comes back in season 7, ep 2. 

credits to the amazing poster @hotchnerfuckmeup

Part 2 

Spencer stared at the syringe and the small bottle that he placed on the top of the sink. He looked back at the mirror, staring at his own haunted expression and red eyes. He could do it right now and no one would bother him. It wouldn’t hurt this much anymore.

But Emily would be so disappointed.

He shut his eyes close as he swallowed the cry that was lounged in his throat. It’s been five weeks since Emily died, and it still hurt to even think about her. The guilt of not doing enough and the crushing pain he would feel whenever he saw the empty desk beside him was enough to plunge the needle into his arm. He just didn’t want to feel anymore, and he wanted this pain to go away. If he couldn’t save Emily, then who could he save?

The doorbell ringing snapped him out of his thoughts and panic bubbled inside his stomach. He quickly shoved the syringe and bottles into cupboard, looked at himself to make sure that nothing was wrong before he could see who the guest was. He quickly crossed the rooms to open the door, and his breath hitched when he saw who it was.

It was Y/N.

She was drenched, and Spencer didn’t even realize that it was raining outside. His heart clenched when he saw the red eyes and haunted face, and he blinked rapidly to hide his own tears. “Hey,” She said, giving him a tired smile. “Were you sleeping?”

He shook his heads and stepped aside to let her in as he took in her hunched form. "You’re drenched,” he said and wanted to slap his forehead because what a great question genius.

“I was just walking around,” She answered, her voice scratchy. “It suddenly started to rain and I didn’t have an umbrella.”

“You were walking around? At this time?” He said, his voice a bit louder than usual. It was past midnight, and you would think that she would be more careful considering what they see at their jobs.

“It’s better than staying at home,” She whispered, and immediately Spencer felt bad for raising his voice.

Y/N had joined the the team just after Rossi and immediately connected with Emily first before him. Y/N couldn’t find a steady place to stay so Emily offered her apartment and the two quickly became best friends and roommate. So for Y/N to be in a place where she spent so much time with Emily must be hard.

“I am sorry,” He whispered. “Come in, I’ll get you some clothes for you to change.“

"No Spence it’s-”

“You’ll get sick. Please,” He said, and Y/N reluctantly nodded her head. He went to his room and got out with some of his old clothes. With a grateful smile, she took it and headed towards the bathroom. He strode to the kitchen and put the kettle on, knowing she preferred tea over coffee. He started the coffee machine and rubbed his face to keep the tiredness away for now.


He turned to Y/N and froze at what she was holding. He looked back to her face, expecting to see the disgust or pity in her eyes, yet all he saw was empathy. As if she knew exactly what he was feeling, or going through right now. Wordlessly she placed the syringe and the dilaudid on the coffee table and searched her bag for something. She took it out and placed it beside the dilaudid.

Razor blades. Three of them.

He looks back at her, shock clear on his face. He really looks at her now, taking in his sweater and his sweatpants hanging on loosely. There is an vulnerable expression, her posture hunched in, as if to protect herself from criticism or disgust. What drew him the most is the tears that filled her eyes, threatening to fall down. He could feel his own eyes tearing up as he crossed the room and took her in his arms. They both broke down, clutching onto each other as they cry their hearts out.

They don’t know how long they say there, embraced and lost in their grief. The whistling from the kettle broke them out of their embrace, and she looked guilty at his wet shirt. “Sorry about that,” she said, nodding at the wet spot on his shirt.

“Don’t worry about it,” Spencer murmured, wiping away the remaining tears. With a small smile he walked to the kitchen to get the tea and coffee. Y/N sniffled, wiping her tears with Spencer’s long sleeves. She looked back when Spencer enters with a cup of her favorite tea. She smiled tiredly, noticing his dark circles and red eyes.

“Thanks,” She whispered, and with a tug on her arm they both sat on the couch. She tucked her legs under her, keeping some space between Spencer. There was a hesitation in the air, as if they were not sure of themselves after such intimate moment.

“I never told anyone about that,” Y/N said, her voice soft as she nodded to the blades. “That’s why I was walking around. If I was in my apartment, I think I would have given in.”

“Oh,” Spencer mustered, continued to looking at his coffee. “I understand. If you hadn’t come maybe I would have too.”

“What stopped you?”

“Emily,” Spencer whispered, tears immediately filling his eyes.

“Did she know?”

“The whole team knows, except for Seavar and Rossi. It happened when she was new,” He answered, a shake in his voice. “We were on this case-“

“You don’t need to tell me,” she told him in empathy. She knew how hard it is to open up about something like this, and that’s why she never told anyone when she moved to Quantico.

“I want to,” he looked up at her, his face showing determination. “We were on this case in Atlanta, and the unsub was suffering from dissociate identity disorder. One of his personalities would torture me while Tobias, the unsub, would drug me with dilaudid. He said it would help, but it only made things worse.”

There was a haunted look in his eyes, and Y/N reached over to hold his hand. Spencer snapped out of his memories when he looked down at their intertwined hands, and he looked up to see her up close with an broken expression. She squeezed his hand, letting him know that she was there and if he needed to stop it was fine. There was no judgment in her eyes, just understanding.

“He made me choose which family to kill, and I had to. They died right in front of me,” his voice cracked at the end, but Y/N didn’t make a move to get closer. She let her own tears flow, her heart aching for the man sitting beside her. He wasn’t looking at her, just staring forward and continuing with his story.

“I had to kill him and his last words were thank you. I took the two bottles of dilaudid from his dead body, and I tried at first to not get high. But the pain and nightmares were too much-“

“And you wanted an escape,” she finished for him.

“Yeah,” he agreed. He swallowed down in nervousness, trying to not break down again. “The team noticed, of course, but they couldn’t do anything officially. Emily was new at that time, and it was easier to snap at her than others.” He concentrated on the patterns she was drawing on top of his hand, drawing comfort and courage to continue.

“But she was very understanding,” He continued, looking back at Y/N with teary eyes. “Hotch couldn’t talk about it officially because then I would have lost my job. Gideon helped, but even though I have been clean for 3 years 2 months and 28 days now, the cravings never leave. It only increases when you are in pain.”

“I know,” Y/n consoled, continuing to draw circles. She placed the cup with her free hand, and gently, almost hesitantly, placed her head on his shoulder. He rested his head on top of hers, wrapping his arm around her shoulder to bring her closer. They both needed the comfort, whether it was physical or emotional.

“My parents divorced when I was 14. It was really messy, both of them were fighting over every single thing. I felt so lost because I always thought that they loved each other you know? Everything got too much for me, so I started to cut myself,” she started, and maybe it is because Spencer was open about his experience that it makes it easier for to do the same.

“Cutting is another outlet for coping with problems. It may help you express feelings you can’t put into words, distract you from your life, or release emotional pain. 90% of people who engage in self harm begin during their teen or pre-adolescent,” Spencer told her, rambling off statistics. He winced outward, knowing that facts were not comforting words to many.

But it brought a small smile on her face, because she knew that facts comforted Spencer, and she knew that it was his way to comfort others. “Then my dad died in an car accident when I turned 17 and made sure that my mom would not get a single penny,” Her voice suddenly shook, remembering the numbness she felt at that time. Spencer tightened his grip, now his turn to draw circles on her hand.  

“He left all of his money and properties to me, and that made my mom so mad. As soon as I turned 18 she threw me out of my house. It didn’t matter really, they both stopped being my parents a long time ago. I guess my dad left everything for me because of guilt. The cuttings made me feel better, but I tried to get better when I started college. I got help but it never went away you know.

“Then I got pregnant.”

“What?” He stuttered, not expecting that. His mind went blank because Y/N never talked about her child, and his eyes widen with the possibility of why.

“A lot people thought it was the biggest mistake of my life. 18 and pregnant, but she was the best thing that ever happened to me. The father got scared and ran off, but it didn’t matter.”

“What’s her name?” He asked tenderly, his heart heavy with sadness for the woman beside him.

“Lily,” she whispered, her voce breaking into a sob. She sniffed back, blinking her eyes to stop crying. It was so hard to even say her name after so long. “It was so weird. She hated lilies because she said people would always give her that rather than roses. But I finally had a family. It was just me and her, but it was more than enough. Everything was perfect. It was hard but so worth it.”

There was nostalgia in her voice, a longing that he knew that would always be there. He choked back his own sobs, trying to stay strong for her. “How did she-“

A shudder went through her body as she shut her eyes closed and clenched her jaw. He felt her shudder and brought her closer to him in order to comfort her. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me,” He whispered to her, pressing a kiss on her forehead.

“I couldn’t save her. I was the youngest detective at that time with the highest success rate in the state and I couldn’t save her. That’s why I became a profiler, so that others won’t have to go through what I experienced. But I couldn’t save Emily when it mattered the most, and now I feel so useless. If I can’t save those who I love, then what’s the use of this job Spence?”

“I know,” He whispered, burying his head in her hair. She practically sat on his lap, tucking her head in the crook of his neck as they both grieved. They don’t know when they stopped crying or when they both fell asleep on the couch, legs tangled and bodies pressed against each other.

All they know is that it was the first time since they didn’t have a nightmare since Emily’s death.

The moment Y/N wakes up, she instantly knew that it wasn’t her bed. She felt someone’s breathing down her neck, and she opened her eyes to find herself flushed to someone’s chest. She looks up to see Spencer snoring softly and mouth slightly open. She smiled at the cute look on his face and notices that he has his arms wrapped around her waist, making it harder for her to get up. She glances at the coffee table, taking in the blades, syringes and the half empty cups and suddenly realizes that she didn’t have a nightmare.

She had a light headache and her eyes felt dry because of all the crying she did last night (or was it early morning?) and she was squeezed on the couch with Spencer. But all she felt safe, with his arms around her and legs tangled with each other. She settled back onto his arm, closing her eyes and going to the dreamland with him.

It was the weekend, so she knew that they won’t get called in. All she wanted right now was feeling safe, and in his arms she found it.

She hoped that this would never end.

you and me and this joy of ours

Summary: “Hey now,” says Peter. “We may be totally in over our heads, here, but we’re not alone. We got – we got Drax, and Groot – he’ll be great with a baby, I know he will – and Rocket, mostly sort of, and, uh, Mantis and – is your sister gonna drop by soon?”


“Listen,” he says. “Gamora, listen – we’ll just … if everything else goes to shit, at least it’ll know that we love it. Okay?”

i think we all know by this point that im incapable of getting excited about any sort of media content without inevitably writing absurdly-long kidfic for it (as it is it’s almost 50 pages long and there are DELETED SCENES), so let’s skip past the pleasantries & get to business!!!! the general disclaimer is that if u are uncomfortable with a five year old child existing in the general vulgarity & craziness that is the gotg canon environment, then u probably should not read this fic. that being said, i promise that this kid is well-cared-for and very very loved, despite being raised in a bit of an … unorthodox situation? and i think that was my whole motivation to write this, too – to a) explore a reality where the least conventional parenting u’ve ever seen isn’t necessarily unsuccessful or harmful, and b) explore further gotg’s surprisingly insightful threads of breaking the cycle of abuse, bc once the cycle is broken it doesnt necessarily mean that there isnt still going to be lots of emotional baggage and confusion, even after years of healing. ofc, gotg is a very un-serious light-hearted franchise despite all its kinda depressing content – seriously, dudes, almost every single character in this crew has either been abused as a child or suffered some kind of intense trauma or both, lord above james gunn – BUT. the light tone and silliness allows for an exploration of these ideas without things getting too upsetting or dark, and hopefully that’s worked out here! finally, huge thanks to @taxicabsandcupcakes for giving me SO much helpful feedback, and to @spideys-underoos for being there at the beginning of it all. enjoy!

“D’you think the sky has feelings?”

There’s not that long of a pause before Uncle Drax answers, looking up at the clear glass dome above their heads with her.

“I was not aware,” he says seriously, in that funny deep voice of his, “that the sky was a sentient entity. It would be greatly amusing to meet it in person.”

Meredith gasps, looking down at him with eyes so wide that she thinks they just might pop right out of her head.

“You mean the sky’s a person?” The awe in Meredith’s voice is very real, and she lets go of his shoulder and smacks her palms against her cheeks, like she once saw a lady do on Knowhere after some guy barfed in her lap.

Meredith didn’t know that personhood is a thing you needed to have feelings. She just figured that when the sky turns all sorts of funky colours, it must mean something, like feelings, ‘cause Daddy’ll say stuff like, “You’re lookin’ a bit blue,” to her whenever she’s upset, like if her favorite handmade ragdoll that Groot gifted her named Sally doesn’t want to play pretend because it’s a half-moon cycle.

The sky, probably, has the same sort of difficulties, only it must be all the time on Xandar, ‘cause it’s usually blue here.

Right now, though, it’s pink.

Meredith has to make contact, to test her theory.

“Is that not what you just said?” says Uncle Drax, creasing his cool red eyebrows.

“I dunno,” says Meredith, tapping her chin importantly with her finger and squinting upwards at the object of her musings. Uncle Drax makes a funny noise, like he just swallowed a bug, and Meredith has the good grace to look sheepish. Try to make more sense than Daddy does when you talk, is the generally-accepted rule aboard the Milano.

Daddy tells her that the whole family’s a bunch of traitors and jerks, but he’s grinning as he says it, so Meredith isn’t sure what he means.

That, probably, is Uncle Drax’s point.

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Why this episode of Riverdale (and Betty’s blackmail in particular) really pissed me off masterpost

1. Remember that FP isn’t being charged with or sentenced for Jason’s murder. Everything he’s going to jail for is something he actually did. He isn’t owed leniency. The potentially lesser sentencing afforded by the testimony of the bereaved was a privilege not a right. Cheryl (and I hate to say it because I despise her, but Penelope) had every right, moral and legal, to tell Betty and Jughead to fuck right off when they came into her house asking if she wouldn’t please help an accomplice in her brother’s murder get a lighter sentence out of the kindness of her heart. 

2. It would be infinitely more understandable if it were Jughead that did it. He’s terrified. He only has his father, and is afraid to lose him. He’s been through a hell of a lot, too. Okay. If he’d blackmailed Cheryl, it would still have been a reprehensible thing to do, but it would have been understandable if not justifiable. But it’s Betty. Doing it as a nice favor for her boyfriend.

3. Why the hell did she save a video of Jason’s murder in the first place? What kind of weird, fucked up shit is that? Did she have something along these lines as a contingency plan all along or what?

4. Just think about it piece by piece: Here we have Cheryl, who has been routinely abused by her parents, probably for most of her life. She’s lost Jason, who, remember, was the only person who ever really cared about her or loved her. Lost him to their father, no less. This is understandably enough to cause her deep emotional distress and agony, to the point where she attempts suicide. She makes it clear that this is and has been the darkest, most painful period in her life and that she wants nothing more than to move past it. Here comes Betty, fully aware of all of this, and she says: ‘help me or I’ll distribute a video recording of your beloved brother’s brutal murder, precisely to make sure that this dark, painful period of your life never ends’. And for what? For the sake of a man who’s receiving nothing less and nothing more than what he deserves. In short, she’s threatening to ruin Cheryl’s already ruined life and make damn sure she can never escape her trauma. This is the sort of shit villains do.

5. Characters do questionable things, I get it. Perfect characters are boring. But a lot of you guys seem to be treating this not as a despicable thing that Betty did with arguably good intentions but as an actually cool/badass/commendable thing. Why?

I’m probably taking this too seriously. I don’t mean to call anyone out (except Betty Cooper I guess, who is fictional after all) with this post or anything. I know it’s just a TV show. It’s just that it’s a TV show I really like and it really bothered me. Maybe more than it should have. I don’t know. I’ll stop posting about this now. I need to go to sleep anyway.

Something There Part 7

Annnnnd I’m back! Here we go lovelies! I really hope you enjoy and I’m so sorry about the long wait!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 3431 (I know it’s shorter than normal, it felt like the right place to end the chapter)

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Angelica had never left an event so quickly in her life. Lafayette nodded with understanding as she had kissed his cheek before hailing a cab. Angelica called (Y/N)’s phone multiple times with no response, she tossed her phone in her bag with an angry huff.

“Damn it! What the hell happened back there? I’m sorry but can you please drive a little faster? This is an emergency.”

When the cab pulled up in front of the Schuyler home she rushed up the walk way and when she reached the porch she stopped in her tracks. (Y/N) was sitting on the top step with her knees pulled up to her chest with tears cascading down her cheeks. She was slowly pulling bobby pins from her hair and throwing them into the yard. 

“Oh sweetie…” Angie said as she slowly approached her.
(Y/N) jumped and quickly started wiping the tears off her face. 

“Angie! I’m sorry… I didn’t want to go home. I knew he would go there to look for me. I’ll pick up the bobby pins,” she said as she started to stand up.

“You sure as hell will not,” Angelica snapped,“ Come on let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.”

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Ike/Xander C-A Support

Written by @dawn-awakens


Xander: Sir Ike!

Ike: Hm? Oh, hello there. Um… you’re Xander, from the World of Conquest, right?

Xander: That’s right.

Ike: Well met, Xander. I’m Ike, although it looks like you knew that already.

Xander: Of course. Stories of the Radiant Hero of legend reach even across realms, you know.

Ike: That’s flattering, but I’m no one special. I just did what needed to be done, and had a lot of help along the way.

Xander: You say that, and yet such modesty is a quality only true heroes possess.

Ike: *sigh* I suppose I should just get used to this sort of thing while I’m in Askr.

Xander: Apologies, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.

Ike: Nah, it’s fine. Just feels weird having everyone heap so much praise on me, especially in this world, where I’m about as heroic as anyone else you’d run into in the castle. Well, except maybe that Narcian fellow…

Xander: Yes, well, Narcian aside, all of the heroes in the castle do have their own stories to tell, but I can guess why yours resonates with everyone so much.

Ike: I’m listening.

Xander: Well, yours is an incredible story of a common mercenary who rises to the challenge of guarding his country’s hope against the tyranny of an oppressive power, correct?

Ike: Er… yeah, I suppose you could simplify it that way.

Xander: There you have it then. Those here of common blood see your story as inspiration to better themselves. If you could accomplish such deeds, there’s nothing stopping them.

Ike: Huh. I guess that makes sense.

Xander: Meanwhile, speaking personally, those who are of royal blood are fascinated at the lengths that a once average citizen would go to to protect that which he holds dear.

Ike: Hm… I can sort of see where you’re coming from. Still though, there are far more impressive heroes here to admire than me.

Xander: Hahaha… I suppose you’re entitled to that opinion.

Ike: Right, well, I appreciate the insight, but I’m assuming you had a different reason to approach me?

Xander: Ah, yes. If it’s alright with you, I’d like to challenge you to a duel. I believe I could learn much from you.

Ike: Heh. I was hoping you’d say that, to be honest. The feeling’s mutual. Fighting strong opponents from other worlds is always fun, and you certainly look strong.

Xander: I’m honored. Well then, shall we begin?

Ike: Sure, just don’t expect me to hold back. I’ve apparently got quite the reputation to uphold.

[Ike and Xander have reached support rank C.]


Ike: Oh, hello, Xander. How’s your arm doing?

Xander: Greetings, Sir Ike. Still sore, if you can believe it. I’d never have thought the most grievous wound I’d receive after sparring with the Radiant Hero himself for the past few days would come from a third party.

Ike: Yeah, Anna slugged you pretty hard when she saw how much it’d cost to repair the damage we did to the castle in our last bout. To be expected when both fighters decide to use magical swords, I suppose.

Xander: Perhaps we should go back to using training swords from our next session onwards?

Ike: Well that wouldn’t be any fun at all, now would it?

Xander: Ha! Perhaps not.

Ike: I just wish she would have at least let us finish. The score is still tied now, after all.

Xander: Indeed. You were correct to suggest that using our real blades could be used to settle the tie. I’m fairly certain I would have emerged the victor had we the chance to finish.

Ike: I don’t know about that.

Xander: Hahaha, agree to disagree I suppose. At any rate, I daresay the damage to the castle would have been the same even without your divine blade. Wherever did you learn to fight?

Ike: Well, I learned most of my skills from my father.

Xander: Oh, I see.

Ike: He was a terrific swordsman, unmatched in skill and strength. Even beyond that, after our mother died, he looked after not only myself and my sister, but also our entire mercenary group. I learned pretty much everything I know about anything from him… If it wasn’t for his guidance I don’t think anyone would be calling me a hero at all.

Xander: …

Ike: How about you, Xander? You fight too well to be self taught, and since you’re royalty I’m assuming your father knew a thing or two about the blade. Did you learn from him as well?

Xander: Ah, yes. I… did.

Ike: Well then, I’m sure he’d be proud to see how well you’ve taken after him.

Xander: …

Ike: Um, everything alright Xander? Did I say something wrong?

Xander: No, not at all… Excuse me, I should be-

Ike: Hey, you can talk to me if something’s bothering you. I may not know what to say or even be able to help, but it’s better than keeping everything bottled up.

Xander: *sigh* Well… There was a time when my father was a very respectable man, and had many of the same traits as yours. He was kind, strong, and cared deeply about those dear to him, perhaps even to a fault.

Ike: But…

Xander: …Suffice to say, he suddenly began to change for the worst. He grew callous, cutting himself off from everyone, and his battle tactics grew more and more ruthless. By the time my youngest sister was born, my other siblings and I could barely recognize him.

Ike: I see.

Xander: All he did, he claimed to do for the glory of Nohr, but he was always lashing out at everyone, no matter the situation. He’d execute prisoners left and right, and threaten even my siblings with the same fate whenever they went against his wishes.

Ike: What? That’s terrible!

Xander: Indeed. I… did my best to be their pillar of support, but as Crown Prince, our father’s eye was often on me, intent on molding me into his essence. For the good of our family and our country, I knew I needed to remain in his good books, so I obeyed to the best of my ability, but…

Ike: Oh… So when I suggested you’d taken after him…

Xander: …I apologize, Sir Ike. I fear I’ve went on for far too long already. I thank you for listening, but I think it’s best that I be on my way for the time being.

Ike: I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-

Xander: Don’t let it trouble you. Good day then.

[Xander exits.]

Ike: …*sigh* I sure messed that up.

[Ike and Xander have reached support rank B.]


Xander: Hya! Hah!

Ike: Hyaaa!!

Xander: Wha-?!

Ike: Heh, looks like this one’s mine.

Xander: Ha… yes, I suppose so… I yield.

Ike: Phew, I’ve been doing pretty well today. Guess all this training we’ve been doing together is paying off.

Xander: Well-

Ike: At least, that’s what I’d say if you weren’t so obviously distracted by something.

Xander: Hm? What makes you-

Ike: Is this about what you told me the other day? About your father?

Xander: …So you still remember. I should apologize again, I don’t really know what came over me. It’s not like me to ramble so much, I assure you.

Ike: Don’t worry about it, I was the one who brought it up. But I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that, actually. To be honest, I was a little caught off guard to hear something like that has been bothering you all this time.

Xander: …While it’s been on my mind for many years, I can usually keep it in the back of my thoughts as long as I have something to do, be it training or commanding armies. But hearing how much your father influenced you…

Ike: It struck a chord?

Xander: …If the influence of an exemplary father can turn one into the world’s strongest hero, then what of a case like mine?

Ike: What of it? I don’t see a problem.

Xander: But-

Ike: I won’t take back what I said, my father’s teachings are what made everything I did possible. But honestly, I think I was just lucky in that regard. Many members of my company had less than ideal parents. Some don’t even remember who brought them up. And yet, they were every bit as heroic as I was. Maybe even moreso.

Xander: Why do you say that?

Ike: They had additional hurdles to overcome. My life hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park, but I’m not even sure if I’d still be here if I had been born into the same situations as some of them.

Xander: I see…

Ike: Overcoming adversity despite the odds… that’s what it means to be a hero, isn’t it? I’m sorry that you have to deal with something like this, but I think history will someday see you in a far finer light than it does me.

Xander: I appreciate the vote of confidence, however I’m afraid I can’t be so certain of that myself.

Ike: Do you think I was certain of anything throughout my journey? Frankly, looking back, I could have been killed many times. It was faith that saw me through it all. Faith in the skills my father taught me, yes, but also faith in myself, and in my allies.

Xander: I can relate to that. I too, have many allies I can rely on in times of hardship. Their continued support is something I will always cherish.

Ike: Then why don’t you try being a bit more open with them? I’m sure someone among your friends and family have more practical solutions to all this. At the very least, confiding in those close to you is something your father probably didn’t do either, so it would be a step in the right direction.

Xander: Will it really be enough though? Or worse yet, what if they wind up getting hurt as a result?

Ike: It won’t come to that, I’m sure of it.

Xander: Would that I could be so certain.

Ike: I’ll have to be certain enough for the both of us then. If it’s for the sake of your country and your family, I’m sure you’ll find a way. That’s the kind of person you are, Xander. The kind who would do whatever it took to… how did you put it when we first met… “protect that which he holds dear.”

Xander: Sir Ike… I… will try. I thank you for your wisdom. I admit, I feel a small relief now even if nothing has truly changed. You’re surprisingly easy to talk to, it seems.

Ike: I don’t know about that, but I’m glad I could help. And I’d be happy to help even more, if you’ll let me.

Xander: How do you mean?

Ike: Well, I could just keep beating you in these duels. I’m no pushover, but if you can no longer beat me in a practice fight I don’t think you have to worry about tearing apart your family anytime soon.

Xander: Heh… If someone can still speak to me like that, I don’t think I have to worry about being as intimidating as my father for quite some time. With that said, I hope you’re ready to have your title of strongest hero brought into question.

Ike: By all means. One thing though. It’s Ike. Just Ike, please.

Xander: Ha… as you wish, Ike. At your ready.

[Ike and Xander have reached support rank A.]

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Teenlock AU where a nervous Sherlock comes out to John and John is nothing but accepting

Sherlock sat out under a tree on the far end of campus. This was his favourite spot to be alone and think. He hated everyone in the entire school. Well, everyone except for his only friend, John Watson. Ever since John became friends with him, he was outcasted as well. Sherlock hated it, hated how anyone could be mean to the most perfect person he had ever met… Sherlock saw John heading towards him, which always made Sherlock’s heart race.
“Hey, Sherlock!” John grinned and sat across from him on the ground. “I didn’t see you in class, I thought maybe you weren’t here.”
“I needed some air.”
“So…“ John looked at the ground, plucking at the grass. “There’s a party that Greg was telling me about. Everyone’s going I guess. But uh…Sarah ask me if I’d go…”
“Oh.” Sherlock bit out, trying to hide the anger and disappointment he felt. He could just picture Sarah holding on to John, hugging him, kissing him. Sherlock snapped his pencil in half in his hand accidentally. He quickly hid it from view, hoping John didn’t notice. “What’d you say?”
“Well…I said I didn’t know.”
“Why?” He was watching John, his heart still racing, making his chest ache.
“I wanted to talk to you first…”
“Me?” John looked right at him and their eyes locked.
“Do you want me to go with Sarah, Sherlock?” He nearly whispered, unable to look away.
“No…No I don’t…” He swallowed with some difficulty, his hands clenched.
“Why?” John held his gaze, Sherlock was extremely uncomfortable and stood up quickly.
“I have to…I have to go.”
“Sherlock, wait!” John grabbed Sherlocks arm. “Tell me.”
“I don’t want you to hate me, John! I couldn’t…John. I don’t want to see the look on your face when, when I say…”
“Say what?”
“John, I-I’m not um…I don’t like girls…” He watched John with wide nervous eyes.
“Okay?” Sherlock frowned. “Okay? That’s it?”
“What do you want me to say Sherlock? I don’t care if you like girls or boys or both. That doesn’t change who you are or our friendship.”
“What if…What if it does?”
“I’m sorry?”
“What if it does change our friendship…b-because I…Fuck it all-John, I love you!” He said it a little too loudly and cringed a bit at his exclamation. He expected John to scream or tell him to piss off or something. But John just stood there. “John…say something…please.”
“You…love me?”
“Please don’t make me say it again.” Sherlock groaned.
“If you don’t want me to go to the party with Sarah, you need to give me a better offer.” John smiled a bit.
“Like…on a date?” Sherlock couldn’t believe the words that left his mouth. He could barely hear over the pounding of his heart.
“Not, like on a date. Exactly, a date.” John grinned at him, “Go on then.”
Sherlock cleared his throat and stood up a bit straighter. “John, will you go with me, on date Saturday?” He felt like his heart would burst out of his chest.
“I’d love to. Pick me up at one.” John grinned and started back to school, Sherlock following numbly after him.
He had a date with the beautiful, perfect, John Watson.

Let It Go, Supergirl Writers. Lena Is Good.

Do you ever think about the lengths people went to in order to try and make it seem like Lena was associated with Cadmus and get super annoyed?

I get that there was video evidence, but in a world with shape-shifting aliens and insanely advanced technology, video evidence on its own shouldn’t have been enough proof to convict her–though none of the characters bothered pointing this out, even when the entire previous episode was about shape-shifters.

But currently, I’m talking about the extra lengths people went to prove that Lena is involved with Cadmus.

This scene in particular. Kara point blank lays out just a few of the ways that Lena has worked against Cadmus and has saved lives.

But then James counters with this argument, and it is treated as completely logical and justified despite its absurdity. 

Alright James–and by James, I mean the writing staff that insist on pushing this plot point even when it has been sufficiently worn out–let’s take a closer look at what happened between Lena and Corben in episode 2x01 to see just how illogical this logic is.

So, remember now, Corben approached Lena dressed as a police officer. Lena, unaware of anyone that would be watching her–meaning she had no reason to pretend–did not recognize Corben, and thought he was there to help. Corben then pulled a gun on Lena. He fired it, but Alex arrived just in time to disrupt his aim. Alex disarmed him. They struggled. Corben disarmed Alex of her gun. He managed to grab his gun off the ground, and then Supergirl showed up. He tried to take Alex hostage, but as soon as he turned to leave, Lena popped up with Alex’s gun and shot him in the torso.

Now, you mean to tell me that it is a completely valid argument that this entire scenario was one big setup? Even without James or anyone else–except maybe Alex, but she was so ooc and silent in 2x12 while Kara struggled that she didn’t say a word either way–being there to realize Lena did not recognize Corben, it still is so outrageous, it’s annoying.

Because what James is saying is that Corben pointed a gun at an unarmed Lena and fired his weapon, both of them knowing someone would show up right at the exact nanosecond needed in order to knock his hand away so that he didn’t actually shoot Lena? 

That Corben and Lena knew this person would have a gun of their own and Corben would be able to disarm them of it so that Lena could pick it up?

That Supergirl would show up and that Corben would have to take this person hostage at gunpoint with his gun he had retrieved from the ground so that someone would have no choice but to take him out?

That Lena would come back at exactly the right moment with Alex’s gun, and shoot Corben right through the torso, in the perfect spot needed for the experiment, without accidently killing him or hitting anyone else?

James is claiming they were able to know all of these variables and plan every second of this setup? Seriously? Seriously?? And nobody bothers to point out how ridiculous that is? They all just stand there, avoiding eye contact with Kara. It’s so beyond ridiculous.

And I know the writers want to do a will-she/won’t she be evil type thing with Lena, but they need to open their eyes and realize that ship has long sailed. And really, it is their own fault, and a fault they’ve struggled with all season. Instead of having multi-episode arcs, they try to tie everything up every single episode. It’s why the season is so repetitive and frustrating. Nobody is advancing. Nothing is changing. They have a single storyline idea for a character–in this case, is Lena good or evil–and carry out a condensed arc of that same storyline every episode they are in. It is causing a lot of problems in all the various storylines of the show.

For this particular storyline, the problem is that an evil Lena has no canon support because every time the characters doubt her, Lena has stepped up. Kara was right. Lena has already done too much good to be associated with an evil organization like Cadmus. And after 2x12, her mother has done too much harm to her for her to ever have a reason to side with her family. All the writers can do now is use insane logic like in the scene with James to try and twist canon events, or to have her stare into the distance with ominous music playing in the background. And honestly, it’s going to become old real quick, much like all the other storylines on the show this season have.

~~Sorry for the crap gifs. The size limit on tumblr is ridiculous, and I did this all from my phone.

pieces-of-some-mind  asked:

I just learned from one of your posts that Orochimaru was invited to Naruto's wedding. I can't believe how twisted this anime has become. So... Sasuke is jailed, guil-tripped and exiled on a journey of redemption for leaving the village. And Orochimaru, who killed, imprisoned and experimented with human beings is partying in Naruto's wedding. I can't believe it.

It seems he wasn’t actually there (?) but that he send them a wedding message, lol (which I think is equally bad). It’s even funnier Konohamaru was filming him. I’m here like, kid, that guy murdered your grandpa. Oro is treated as everyone’s wacky snake uncle and that is equally as bad as inviting him anywhere.

Like @fuckishimoto said, it doesn’t matter if Oro helped in the war, what he did before was twisted and downright wrong, yet they let him walk freely and continue with his messed up experiments.

I see people make posts and say “Naruto taught me more than any other series   😭 😭 😭 “ but I’m here wondering what exactly has it taught you??

1. It can’t teach morals, since the morals are very wrong in Naruto. We could start with the whole hiding a genocide thing, and continue with doing absolutely nothing to fix the shinobi system that was supposed to be so problematic at the beginning of the series, hyuuga slavery, the Orochimaru thing we just talked about, jinchuuriki, and the whole “revenge is bad” hypocrisy with Shikamaru/Kakashi. Or the whole thing with Tobirama’s shit which would make a longer post.

2. It can’t teach about love and relationships since the last… taught us girls’ feelings never change, and in order to get the guy you just have to keep pushing even if he doesn’t show any interest in you/outright rejects you. Your stalking and inability to accept rejection will be rewarded as long as there is a third party (or genjutsu, or both) making the other person feel guilty for rejecting you. The movie also told us the protagonist never understood love in the first place, which makes him a douchebag liar in the original series. That or other people demeaned his feelings and manipulated him in order to force him into a relationship (tbh the latter makes more sense).

3. Borutotehmovie teaches kids they are just whiny assholes if they want to spend time with their parents. You should be grateful for what you get, be it an e-mail or a fake clone of your parent. It’s even funnier because Burrito never asks attention from anyone else except his dad, while his dad needed EVERYONE’S acknowledgement. His whole character revolves around being validated and acknowledged. -__-  How is that a good message??? Most other series teaches how you shouldn’t think about other people’s opinion too much!

4. It can’t teach about “never give up” because the protagonist did give up, he didn’t fix anything he said he would fix during the actual series.

Unless “taught me” to you means you’ll get love as long as you whine and stalk and act suicidal then I really fail to see what this series has taught people. Yeah, maybe at the beginning, but the ending basically erased everything because the protags do not care about anything that is important.

Personally, I just made this blog for occassional left-over salt, I have “accepted” nardo is gross and moved on to other series years ago (tbh I dropped it 9 years ago or so and consumed the whole thing after ending to see how bad it really was). It’s unfortunate but it is what it is.

consideration. it might not be because of me, but because of things that happened to you. it might be because of me, because of these things to happened to me. open your heart. they are carrying demons and ghosts just as much or even more than you are. let warmness flow like a sweet bearing ink you’ll learn to understand. kind like sunbeams. it’s never too much. it can never get too much. it will never grow old. bloom heart and vivid affection for everything. you’re doing a good thing. you don’t need to prove yourself for anyone. you’re perfectly exceptional for and with this world. you’re on the right footpath. consider that for a change.

self-perception. realize that some of their judging are half or fully accurate. maybe you don’t speak loud enough. maybe you aren’t too aware of your surroundings. maybe you take certain things too personally sometimes. breathe them in and feel them. what is right and what is not? words that hurt might carry a specific gravity of truth. there’s a limit to critic, but be aware. think of ways to improve yourself, ways to be fully connected to your precise self. your most illuminated self. shouldn’t it be a lifelong goal to always try to reach for her?

present. this the now you’ve been waiting for. it’s all happening immediately, forever. don’t look into someone’s eyes, look into their soul. don’t scan the place quickly with your eyes, feel it… deeply. you’re doing everything you want now. you should do all those things you were talking about. there’s never entirely a future or a past. it’s all invisible illusions. we are just carrying on in a timeless now. so make it great. there’s no way of fixing the past. there’s not any way of fixing the future. just the now. go on and do it. be present.

The Butterfly Effect: Chapter 1

A/N: I’m really sorry updates have been slow over the summer. I have no other excuse but that work is kicking my butt so much I’m in bed and it’s only 9pm. Energy has been hard to find lately, so I’m posting this chapter in hopes that your feedback will motivate me to write more. This is set back when Erin and Jay were teenagers and will diverge from canon, because they’ll go to the same high school. I also hope this will be a good opportunity to maybe explore the relationships within the families, mainly between Erin and Camille, and Jay and his family.

I would genuinely love to hear your thoughts, and if you think this is something you would want to read on. Because there is plenty more that I have planned. Just make your opinion known!

I would like to thank everyone for the incredible support and feedback I’ve gotten for the last piece. Your reaction was more than worth the pain of writing it! You guys are my reason for doing this.

A huge thanks to my muse @allenting and another very talented soul @justkillingtimewhileiwait for helping me with ideas and stuff!

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The Sushi Chronicles: Night In

Originally posted by toyboxboy

You’re snuggled in Spencer’s arms, chewing contentedly on a salmon roll when he asks the question.

“(Y/n),” he begins, his nerves palpable, “Do you love me?”

You sit up, pulling away to examine his face. There’s a furrow between his brows and a downward quirk to his lips. You can’t help but wonder what’s bringing this on. As if reading your mind, he speaks again.

“There was a case..”

It’s all he needs to say before you’re reaching towards him and pulling him close.

“Of course I do, Spencer. I love you more than anyone. Well, except maybe Tibbens,” you tease, gesturing towards the cat.

His lips twitch, and then he’s smiling again.

“I love you, too.“

anonymous asked:

did you ever tell anyone irl that you're trans? except ur partner?

yes i have.. mom, dad, big brother, little sister and cousin

mom actually told dad 3 days ago, i never told him myself.. and he never talked about it with me after mom told him everything trying to explain to him,, i asked mom what did he respond,, she told me that he said “that’s not true. that i’m thinking wrong. and those things needs a psychologist.

i just thought that maybe he was just in shock. he needs time to think about it. for both mom and dad.

i’ve been feeling very uncomfortable about myself these days,, worst than before..

i’m still waiting for something to happen.. i’m waiting for my family to actually accept it and help me with it.. but it needs more time..

it’s been stressful for so many reasons..

(( i apologize about the long answer btw ))

Strictly Unprofessional

Originally posted by yuwoo

Strictly Unprofessional

- Jennie Focus

Word Count: 2346

“I have your coffee ready, Ms. CEO.” You said in a formal manner.

“How many times did I tell you, you can call me Jennie.” Jennie joked as she flashed you a smile before taking her coffee off of your hands.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Oh? Who says? The CEO? Oh wait, I’m her.”

“Jeez, you are so unprofessional.”

“Haha, welcome to the job, (Y/N).”

Jennie was the most laidback, carefree, and fun boss you’ve ever worked for. If you compare her to another company’s CEO, her mental age would be literally five years old. While other CEOs are busy building relations with sponsors and other companies, Jennie would be watching Netflix in her own office, calling you to buy her a pizza. Now you understood why the job offer had ‘must be open minded’ under the requirements. While Jennie was carefree most of the time, she was definitely qualified for her job because when she was on a rampage, she made all of the other CEOs look like toddlers. Luckily for you, she rarely showed you that side of her. Ever since you’ve become her personal assistant, you’ve been wondering when you’ll actually get real work assigned to you. For the past two and a half weeks, you’ve been delivering different foods to her office, searching up the most expensive and exquisite restaurants, and booking appointments for her at the best salons in the city. In fact, Jennie barely makes you work as she often goes around teasing you during work hours. Your normal day with Jennie would go something like this.

“Hey (Y/N), I need you to tell the CEO that we have a meeting planned for this afternoon at this location. Make sure she shows up, alright? This meeting is extremely important.”

“I got it. I’ll let her know immediately.”

You would walk through the hallway where all of the guys would give you the evil eye, while all of the girls would stare for days. The guys were obviously jealous of how you were treated by Jennie and the female employees. It’s not everyday that you get to be adored by all of the females in your workspace. Of course, most of them didn’t dare to approach you because Jennie held an iron grip over you. You would walk into her office, find Jennie with her bare feet propped up on her custom made wooden table, and sniffling at a sad movie that was playing on her computer.

“Ahem, Ms. CEO? I’m here to notify you that you have a meeting this after-”

“Hush! It’s almost over.” Jennie would quickly say without glancing at you.

You would just stand there, waiting patiently for her movie to end.

“Well, don’t stand there! Come watch! Hurry, it’s the big finale.” Jennie urged, motioning for you to come over.

So thirty minutes would pass by like this, with you pulling up a chair beside hers and join her in finishing her movie.

“Well, wasn’t that a good movie? Man, I almost cried. Almost! Phew, I should’ve prepared some tissues, just in case. Maybe next time. Anyways, what did you want to say?” Jennie exclaimed, flicking her lights back on.

“I just wanted to tell you that you have a meeting in… an hour. This meeting is-”

“Very important to the company, yada, yada, yada. Gotcha. An hour, you said? I need to start preparing now then. You’re coming with me. Be ready to leave in forty minutes, we need to get there earlier to show them our dedication.”

It was in these moments that Jennie actually seemed and acted like a CEO of a multi-million dollar company. Forty minutes would quickly pass by and you would be waiting outside of her office, waiting for her to come out.

“Are you ready?” Jennie asked as she closed and locked her door.

“Yes, of course.”

“Really? Your fly’s undone. Should probably fix that.” Jennie quickly remarked before getting out her car keys.

“What! Really? Wait. You tricked me… sigh, Ms. CEO, you really need to stop doing that.”

“Hahahaha, never gets old! Come on, let’s go now.” Jennie would say, before laughing loud enough for the entire office to hear.

Jennie drives herself to meetings so you sat shotgun, which in turn, meant that you were in charge of the music.

“Change the station! I don’t like this song.”

“This one’s overplayed… next!”

“Are you kidding me? I didn’t know they played music from the 1700s. Moving on!”

“Too many ads, who in the world would want to listen to their station?”

“This person’s voice is pretty annoying. Next please and thank you!”

Apart from being the most relaxed person you knew, Jennie was probably also the pickiest person you knew. Finally, you had no choice and decided to use your own device.

“Oh, what kind of music does my cute assistant listen to? Curious, curious.” Jennie commented after seeing you setting up the bluetooth connection. You scrolled through a few selections before picking a song.

“Oh! I know this song! Good taste, I like this song. Boombayah!” Jennie sang along.

Jennie would then proceed to roll down all of the windows and then stick her arm out and feel the wind blowing against it. She would also blast the music from her expensive SUV and tell you to sing along with her. As soon as you two would get to the meeting, however, Jennie would close all the windows and play some classical music on the radio. She would walk with elegance and class as she smiled and greeted each of the people that came to the meeting. No jokes, no teases, Jennie would formally introduce you as her personal assistant and that would be it for you, you would just sit there and wait for Jennie to finish discussing. She would give a nod of her head and send off every single person after thanking them for coming. After all of that, she would leave with you, first to come, last to leave, that was her rule. Often, you would think that whoever managed to capture Jennie’s heart would be one of the luckiest people on Earth. Other times, you would fear for that person’s life. You were pretty sure that Jennie didn’t have a boyfriend, she drove herself everywhere and you accompanied her to almost every meal of the day, except for the weekends. When you thought about it, you didn’t actually know that much about Jennie, you knew that she was mischievous, funny, cheerful, and energetic. What you didn’t know were her opinions on topics, people, subjects, and her personal life. Not that you should, but she always felt more like a friend than a boss to you.

“Sigh…” You sighed deeply, as you poured yourself a cup of coffee.

“Tired?” Cassie asked. She was a colleague of yours, and was very beautiful. In fact, she was the first person to introduce herself to you when you first came here. She helped you get used to the layout of the floors, so you were grateful to her for that.

“Oh, yeah, long night last night. Didn’t really get a lot of sleep.” You replied.

“Same. I know how you feel. What were you up to last night?”

“I was just sorting some stuff out for the CEO’s schedule this week.”

“Do you like her?”

You almost choked on your coffee as you coughed multiple times before you could regain your composure.

“Do I like her?”

“Yeah, you know, like as a boss. Does she treat you well?”

“I think she treats me pretty fairly.”

“Really? This was a rumor going around a few months ago that Jennie was utterly heartbroken by someone. Anyways, she got over him, we think. Apparently though, Jennie wasn’t very good at expressing herself, something about her being too friendly with others. Everyone got yelled at for no reason because she had to blow off steam. Even now, it looks like she’s just playing around with you, teasing you whenever she wants to.”

“I think that whatever she did, she did for a reason. It seems to me that Jennie may be a silly person sometimes, but she really is considerate to people. She always places other people above herself. Maybe she was hurt, but she’d never let harm come to anyone else. She’s one of those people that just keeps all of her feelings bottled up. Jennie’s not like that.”

“Hmm… looks like you do like her. But you know, I’ve always had eyes for you, ever since you first came.”

“What are you trying to say, Cassie?”

Cassie approached you slowly as she placed her cup of tea on the counter. She quickly tippy toed and kissed you briefly on your lips. You were so stunned that you didn’t even react for a full minute.

“Cassie… I…” You began.

“I want to date you, (Y/N).” Cassie boldly stated.

“What was that just now?” Jennie asked in an extremely cold tone from behind.

“Ms. CEO! I… we…” You started, trying to clear up the situation.

“Hush. I know what I saw.” Jennie said to you without looking to you. Her eyes were focused onto Cassie.

“Ms. CEO, I remember you saying that office romance is allowed in this building. Was there anything wrong with what I just did?” Cassie snapped back, she wasn’t about to back down to Jennie.

“Heh. Okay. I see how it is.” Jennie smirked.

Jennie took you by your hand and brought you into the middle of the office space.

“Ahem! Could I have everyone’s attention for a brief moment please? It has been brought to my attention that because office romance is permitted by me, that public confessions can be made here during work. Now let me be clear, all of you can date whoever you wish in this office. Except for (Y/N). He’s strictly off bounds, if I see anyone even remotely flirting with him, they will be punished.” Jennie announced to everyone.

“And why is that? Just because he’s your personal assistant doesn’t mean that he can’t be attracted to anyone else except you.” Cassie questioned harshly from the back.

“Alright, maybe I wasn’t being clear enough. Let me reword it. Especially to you, Cassie. (Y/N)’s mine. Back off.” Jennie said with a commanding tone.

You could see Cassie bite her lip at the back of the room as she folded her arms. Everyone grew silent with raised eyebrows. Wait, did Jennie just say that I was hers? In front of the whole office… Uhh…

“Come, I need to tell you something.” Jennie muttered before returning to her office.

You followed Jennie back to her office and she closed the door after you came in.

“I overheard what you and Cassie were talking about. About me being heartbroken and yelling at everyone. At first, I was just curious about your answer. Wondering how you would respond. Then after I heard your answer, I… didn’t know you were that observant. You’ve only known me for three weeks, yet you act as if you’d trust me with your life.” Jennie said while leaning on her desk.

“Even though it’s only been three weeks, I feel like I have a good grasp on your character.”

“Thanks for defending me. The truth is, Cassie’s right. I did get my heartbroken and I did yell at some of my employees during that time because I was frustrated. Most important of all, she was right about me playing around with you. To be honest, I didn’t exactly recover from… whatever that happened in the past. I admit it. But after these few weeks, I’ve… fallen for you.”

“Fallen? For me?”

“Haha, yes, I’m not joking right now, if you can’t tell. Of course, I don’t know how you feel about me. In fact, I wasn’t even going to tell you about my feelings until I saw Cassie kiss you. She was so assertive, so confident, she knew what she wanted and…”

“And you wanted to be like that too. Fight for what you wanted.”

“Yes. See, you’re already finishing my sentences for me. Anyways it’s alright if you reject me. You can go now.”

“Is that it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said all of that, and now you’re just giving me a chance to walk away. You either don’t really like me all that much, or you’re just scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Scared of where this could go.”

Jennie didn’t say anything and looked to the ground. You could see her hands stiffen up on her table. She was conflicted, but you wanted her to be sure that this was what she wanted. So you tested her. You slowly walked towards the door, leaving enough time for Jennie to say something or stop you. When she didn’t, you turned around to see if she was still there, leaning on her desk. Then you felt Jennie’s hands on your cheeks, she had thrown herself across the room towards you.

“I’m not afraid.” Jennie whispered before she pressed her soft lips onto yours.

“Good.” You replied, smiling briefly before you kissed her back.

You held Jennie close to you after the kiss.

“What’re you smiling about?” You asked happily.

“I didn’t think you would respond to my feelings. I never asked, but when did you fall for me? I had no idea this entire time.” Jennie answered.

“Hm, take a guess.”

“I don’t know… just tell me.” Jennie pouted cutely.

“I obviously fell in love with your sense of humor. That, and your endless teasing.”

“I knew it! You know, we could continue, no one’s going to bother us.” Jennie suggested, twirling her hair with her finger.

“Jennie! We can’t do that. People are hard at work outside, it’s not fair to them.”

“Yeah, well, let’s just ask the CEO if we can continue. Oh wait…” Jennie smiled mischievously.

“Sigh, you are the most unprofessional CEO I have ever met.” You exclaimed before you and Jennie leaned in once again.

- itsmomorin

anonymous asked:

'then one of the main troll accounts gets shut dwn & of course they’re not happy!!' Um, they are happy. Very. They fought hard for ages to shut it down by consistently reporting the account. Speaking of conspiracy theories, it was always obvious to me (a neutral) that bs_no is a shipper. I can't fathom why so many shippers denied this for so long. If they did acknowledge this, she could've been shut down earlier. Eternity reckoned she knew her, but did nothing. Why? Support for MM hate? Sketchy.

Ok Anon you clearly didn’t read what I wrote properly.  

Firstly I never said that bs_no account was an Anti or a Shipper account…..IMO it’s a troll account….I classify them all separately….I have no idea who it was but we ALL in this fandom….shippers, antis, neutrals….just bloody Outlander fans do go out of our way reporting, blocking, taking action to stop trolling regardless of who its directed at.

When I said Anti’s were still not happy with the outcome I was replying to your friend or maybe it was you, you all share the same name….it gets confusing…..who had posted to Jess that Anti’s were now saying & second guessing that account was Jess all along…..sooooo account is shut down yay….but wait still complaining….still bitching….still accusing……still not happy…..that’s what I meant by that…’s kinda simple to deduce really!!

I have seen numerous shippers now all getting Anons accusing them that account was them…’s shut down, it’s gone & yet the hate keeps coming, the topic is still being dissected, no1 is ever happy it seems….WAS MY POINT!!

I said when I first opened this blog that I would not be discussing MM, Shatner, sidekick or anyone else because I mean why would I when my blog is about Outlander, which none of them have anything to do with? But even in saying that I have gone out of my way a couple of times & commented or written posts on all the shit thrown MM’s way on her SM accounts by trolls, it’s pathetic, it’s uncalled for, I reported, I asked ppl to stop, don’t care who you claim to be; a shipper or Anti, you are a troll!! If bloggers wish to discuss their OPINION of MM on their blogs that is up to them, some opinions will be nice, fake, snarky, witty, observant, funny, mean, complimentary….you name it but they will be opinions & not trolling. 

In the past I have never denied that troll accounts are not shippers; I personally classify them separately as I pointed out above & I have said they are no1 I interact with personally on Tumblr! What many shippers were saying is that it’s just as easy for someone to pretend to be a shipper and create a sock account to troll in order to make shippers look bad & vice versa, someone can create an Anti blog and be horrific just to make Anti’s look bad (which some of them are doing perfectly fine in achieving this all by themselves IMO). To say if Shippers had acknowledged this account was a shipper all along then the account would have got shut down ages ago…really…you serious….somehow we are to blame yet again….how the hell are we meant 2know who it is…because it’s obvious to you….ok well then its fucking obvious to me that Sam is in love with Caitriona & vice versa….and yet it’s not to others….hence a stupid shitstorm in this fandom EVERY GOD DAMN DAY!!  

According to Anti’s, we all somehow have to take the blame for ALL shipper’s actions, you as a “neutral” kinda sound like this with your comment about shippers acknowledging sooner FYI… all I was saying was then fine by their own logic all Anti’s need to take responsibility for all the trolling anti accounts out there & all the shit some of their main bloggers spew.

If you believe @fromheretoeternity1121 knew something well then maybe go ask her, why is that on me or any other blogger but even if she did have an inkling, how do know that she too didn’t make steps in asking this person to stop…..but at the end of the day that shouldn’t be up to her or I or anyone else except the FUCKING PERSON BEHIND THE ACCOUNT…’s their actions, end of!!  It’s not about getting enjoyment at MM’s expense, she is an adult, she knows where the delete, block & report buttons are and if anyone says she shouldn’t have to do that then why the fuck do I have to do it on her behalf ??

I’m gonna finish on saying I and I alone am accountable for MY own actions on SM, my accounts are public, I don’t hide behind anything, I’m me on Instagram, Facebook & Twitter, the only difference on Tumblr is a have a SamCait name and pic because that’s what this blog is about….if the blog was about me well then it would be different & literally just my Facebook pg which would be very boring and that’s why one has other SM platforms.

 #answered #swearthisfandomwillkillme #pointless 

anonymous asked:

the phantom thief AU got me thinking... I can totally see Ouma consistently stealing stuff (probably jewels or something) and then leaving an exact replica behind, but he's so good at it that no one ever realizes that the pieces have actually been stolen and that amuses but also infuriates him? Saihara being the first one to notice something was wrong would pique his interest. This is not a question, I just wanted to contribute to the headcanons lmao.

Okay, this would be absolutely perfect actually. The sheer boredom of getting away with theft after theft and no consequences and no one playing along with him or realizing exactly how smart he is would piss Ouma off to no end, and then Saihara would come along and be the first one to even notice that the pieces left behind were replicas and he’d be completely over the moon.

He’d also be insufferable from that point on and dropping a trail of breadcrumbs for the police a mile wide, but even if they took him into interrogation or holding he’d still refuse to play ball with anyone except Saihara, and Saihara would be running on maybe three hours of sleep in all this thanks to Ouma and very, very tired and done with his bullshit.

Also thank you! I’m always welcome to hearing other people’s headcanons or ideas on things, so no one needs to feel hesitant if they ever want to share any other headcanons or fanfiction ideas with me!

anonymous asked:

Morgana x reader: where the reader and morgana are best friends but really liking each other and morgana getting jealous whenever someone flirts with them

Originally posted by urmykindofstrange

Morgana looks sad sitting at the feast. With all the warm, golden colors of Camelot surrounding her, the pouting girl looks out of place.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to sound casual.

“Nothing,” Morgana grumbles into her goblet.

But, you know it’s not “nothing.” You’ve been Morgana’s best friend for several years. You know when she’s unhappy. Plus, it did help that you had the biggest crush on her.

“Is it Arthur again? He’s always such a prat. Or is it Uther again? He’s horribly too. You need to have better men in your life, you know. Get a boyfriend or something. Maybe a pet! I heard-”

Morgana starts to laugh at your rambling, and you smile. She looks better happy with her red lips curved into a smile.

“Oh, (Y/N), I don’t need anyone except you,” she says, hugging you and making you blush in the process.

“Thanks, Morgana. Now, will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Well, you know Lord Garret was bothering us, and I-”

As she’s speaking, the lord in question, a plump, older man clad in a revolting orange, comes up to the table and says, “Hello, Lady Morgana. I wish to speak with the child of Lord Howard.”

You groan. As a child of a lord, you had many suitors both male and female. They would always come to feasts and tournaments to try and woo you, but you denied them all. You were in love with the Lady Morgana.

You stand up, smile fakely, and say, “Hello, Lord Garret. What do you wish to discuss this fine night?”

He smiles charmingly, or at least as charmingly as he can, and says, “You look lovely tonight, my dear.”

You shift uncomfortably. “Thank you Lord Garret.”

He reaches for you hand, take it forcefully, and kisses it.

You try not to puke and see Morgana out of the corner of your eye fuming in her seat.

“I would like to take you out sometimes, fair (Y/N),” the lord says, staring into your eyes.

“While that’s very gracious of you, Lord Garret, I would perfer not to,” you try to shake his hand off yours.

He frowns and tightens his grip.

“But, (Y/N),” he pulls harder on your arm making you almost fall into him, “I can make it worth your while.”

He leans in close, and you think he’s going to kiss you. Suddendly, he’s thrown off you with an angry shout from Morgana. You look at your savior with wide eyes, but she’s glaring fiercely at a cowarding Lord Garret.

“You will not touch (Y/N) again. Do you hear me?” she says in an astonishing calm tone.

Lord Garret nods and mutters something about being sorry and crazy women before scurrying away. Morgana turns to look at you and pulls you to her. You blink in surprise when you find your face in Morgana hands.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Morgana asks while looking you over.

“Do I need to call for an execution?”

You shake your head, still stunned. Morgana would do that for you?

She shakes her head, releases you, and groans into her hands.

“I hate that guy. He just came up like he owned you, like he had permission! I hate guys like that! I hate girls like that too! Ugh, they just make me mad!”

You stay quiet after the outburst for a few seconds, letting her calm down.



“Were you jealous?”

“Me, no. Never. I mean… I was just mad-”

“I like you Morgana. A lot,” the confession comes out, and you feel your face turn scarlet.

“I… like you too, (Y/N),” Morgana says, shocked.

“Great,” you say as you lean in to kiss her.

“Great,” she murmurs before meeting your lips.


You were making some dinner when you heard a knock on the door. Wiping your hands, you went over, but then remembered what Yoongi said about Matthew popping by and you stopped. Looking through the peephole on the door, you saw Namjoon standing there looking confused as he held up his hand to knock once more. Opening the door suddenly, Namjoon jumped back a little and smiled.

Hi, I was worried you had left or something. Namjoon mumbled and you shook your head.

I was worried you were Matthew. You said and Namjoon looked at you with concern.

Did Matthew come by?! He asked quickly and you shook your head.

No, I just … Oh nevermind. You replied and then stepped aside to let Namjoon in. Want dinner? You asked and he walked in.

Actually, dinner would be great. But I also have news … Where are the guys? He asked and you looked around.

Oh, Tae had to go to the bathroom, but he said he didn’t want to mess up my bathroom. Kind of sweet in a disgusting way. You said and Namjoon rolled his eyes.

Oh god. And the rest of the guys? He asked and you shrugged.

Jimin said he had to do something, and Hobi wanted to see what Jin was making for dinner. You answered and shrugged. Namjoon shook his head lightly.

I give them one command and they don’t listen. He mumbled and you laughed.

Yea, well you also said you would be back in a couple hours and like 5 hours later, here you are. You retorted and Namjoon gave you a half smile.

Jeez, you are not afraid to tell me off, huh? He asked and you shrugged.

I feel like you deserve to be taken off your pedestal sometimes. You replied and went back into the kitchen to check on the food. Can you set the table? I’m finishing up here. You called over your shoulder and Namjoon made a small agreeing noise behind you. His tall frame reached into the cabinets to get plates out and set out the utensils. Ah, we need bowls. You corrected him and he laughed, grabbing the bowls instead.

So what’s for dinner? He asked as he set up the table and walked up next to you. You looked over and for a moment, you felt your heart race. It was like a grade school crush, when your hands got sweaty and you felt like you were going to puke, because the way he was looking at you and the smile he wore was showcasing his dimples and you were pretty sure you looked like a damn fucking mess. He looked at you expectantly, he had ditched the suit and tie and was now wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of black joggers, yet somehow it seemed inappropriate for someone to look so good in such simple attire. You shook your head and shrugged.

Uhm, I was getting a little homesick so I decided to make doenjang guk (Korean miso soup) with tofu. You held up a spoon for him and he took a bite. Looking down at you, he smiled like a little kid.

Hey, you’re actually pretty good at this! He exclaimed and you laughed.

Pretty good at what? Cooking? You asked and he nodded happily.

I was worried that you were going to feed me some shitty, undercooked, wannabe slop. He replied and you rolled your eyes.

Wow, woo me. You said unenthusiastically, but then you laughed a little. But I’m glad you like it. My mom makes it all the time and would bring it to my apartment. You explained and Namjoon smiled as you recalled the memory. You brought the pot over to the table and set it down on the placemat. Ladling the soup into bowls, Namjoon handed you yours and you took it graciously. Taking in the aroma, you seemed to be transported into a different time. A time when your mom would stop by unexpectedly and make you dinner, then press you for details about class or ask how you were feeling. You were always close to your mom and she made you feel completely at ease. She was one of your best friends.

Y/N? You heard Namjoon call out to you and you snapped out of your thoughts.

Yea? Sorry, I just was thinking about something. You muttered and took a spoonful of soup to your lips.

I just wanted to say thanks for the dinner, it’s really good. He said back and you were surprised by the sincerity of his voice. You nodded with a smile as you watched him eat as well. So your mom used to make this? He asked to break the silence that engulfed the table. You nodded.

Yea, she would come over all the time. I moved out when I was 17 because I knew my expiration date was coming up and I wanted to experience the world. I knew I wasn’t going to get married and I was kind of introverted because I didn’t want to get attached to people, but my mom was always stopping by to keep me company. You replied quickly. You didn’t want to bring up your expiration date because you didn’t want pity for living such a secluded life, but the words seemed to spill out of your mouth.

Well she sounds like an amazing woman. Namjoon gave a genuine response and you were a bit surprised. What? He asked and you shook your head.

I just didn’t think you were such a nice guy. You murmured and Namjoon looked at you with annoyance.

Oh thanks, that really boosted my confidence. He muttered and you laughed.

Ah! You said as you thought of something, causing Namjoon to look up at you. You know a lot about me, but I know nothing about you. You said and Namjoon looked down at his food.

Yea, and I like it that way. He muttered and you shook your head.

Come on, Namjoon. I just want to know a little bit more about you. You said and for the first time you saw Namjoon scratch his forearm like you had for the past couple of days. Namjoon? Are you okay? You asked and he sighed.

I’m trying to think of the right words. He muttered and you reached out for his hand. Although he didn’t grasp your hand, he didn’t shake you off. You sat there apprehensively as he took another deep breath and began.

My parent’s had the same expiration date. He murmured and you looked at him with alarm. It was incredibly uncommon to have the same expiration date as someone, but it was looked down upon for a couple to share an expiration date. And my grandmother was late picking me up to take me from the house. He said slowly and you saw where this story was going.

Namjoon was at home, only 10 years old, when his parents told him that they were calling his grandmother because they would both expire. He was a mixture of confused and terrified, not only would he have to leave his childhood home, but he had to say goodbye to his parents. He wanted to stay with them forever, never let go. The next day arrived and Namjoon stood in front of the house, waiting for his grandmother, who never showed up. Namjoon looked back at the house and then at his watch, he knew that his parents would be mad if he walked through the front door, so wandering to the back of the house, he found his bedroom window, and climbed through. That was when hell came to Earth.

Namjoon sat in his room and contemplated what he could do, but then he heard a loud knock on the front door. His parents spoke quietly to one another, saying the last of their goodbyes, and opened the door. Namjoon looked through a sliver in his door to see a group of men, clad in black and they walked into the house. Namjoon’s parents bowed and the men seemed to not be in the mood for pleasantries.

Face the wall. One of the men said and Namjoon’s mother looked at his father with confusion. But the two slowly turned to face the wall. Then Namjoon saw the glint of the gun and took in a breath. His father was shot straight in the head and his mother screamed in horror.

I THOUGHT THEY SAID THIS WOULD BE HUMANE! She screamed and before she could hear a response, the man shot her between the eyes.

Namjoon shut the door, but the sound caused for the men to be interested in who or what was in the house. Running to his room, Namjoon heard the stomping footsteps and knew he had to run. Climbing back out of his window, he took his things and sprinted away from the house.

I wandered the streets for about a week. He muttered and you felt yourself take a shaky breath. I just couldn’t get the images out of my head. I still can’t. He murmured and you looked at him, trying to blink the tears out of your eyes. It was pure luck that I found the Society, your father took me in and for that I’m eternally grateful. He said and squeezed your hand. I promise I will protect you from them. I will not let them hurt you. He said and you felt the breathing get kicked out of your lungs as you tried to form words.

You don’t need to worry about me. You croaked and Namjoon smiled.

I may not need to, but I want to. He responded and you smiled back. You had never let anyone in because of your impending expiration date, but now you were looking at Namjoon and the way your heart was beating made you think that maybe he was the exception to the rule.