of his thoughts being pried into

Dating Zach Would Include...

These are actually really fun to do, and I have no idea why.

  • Lots of dates at random locations.
  • Him always attempting to balance spoons on his nose, and failing.
  • Him putting his hands over your eyes and telling you to “guess who.”
  • You reminding him every time that he has to do it while he’s standing behind you, or you can see who it is.
  • Long nights full of conversations about the future.
  • Him being all macho and protective in front of other people, but a mushy teddy bear when you’re alone.
  • Being shown off to all of his friends at parties.
  • Him flexing every time he takes off his shirt around you.
  • Being treated like his queen.
  • Listening to him talk about his feelings.
  • Having your own thoughts and feelings pried out of you.
  • Watching him play basketball.
  • Mostly because he looks great in that uniform.
  • Never being let out of his sight.
  • Him calling you by your first and middle name when he’s angry.
  • It’s pretty adorable when he gets angry.
  • Like, he mostly just turns red and mumbles to himself.
  • Being forced to go to every single event the school has.
  • With Zach, you always end up having a great time.
  • Being the only one who understands how easy it is to be lonely, even with friends.
  • Lots of different colored boxer-briefs.
  • Green.
  • Red.
  • Blue.
  • Him not being able to say no to you about anything.
  • “Can I paint your nails later?”
  • “Okay, just not pink like last time.”
  • “Can we take dance lessons together?”
  • “Okay, just not like ballet or anything.”
  • Being best friends and lovers.

castielismyfavouriteangel  asked:

"What the hell were you thinking??" - "To be completely honest: nothing."

The first time they kiss, it’s not a kiss at all.

Castiel is kneeling in the mud, and there’s a slow tide of panic starting to wash over him, because Dean isn’t breathing. Castiel killed the creature that dragged Dean under the surface, had immediately pulled Dean up for air and onto the shore, but Dean still isn’t breathing. Castiel’s borrowed grace is weak and flickering, barely enough to light a candle at the moment and certainly not enough to do any kind of healing, and Dean still isn’t breathing. Sam is miles away doing reconnaissance in the town because they didn’t realize they would stumble across the monster so quickly, and Dean still isn’t breathing.

Objectively, he knows the concept of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. He knows how human bodies work, he knows the complicated processes of the respiratory system. Knowing and doing are two very different things, but he also knows how long the human brain can be deprived of air before suffering permanent damage, so he has no choice but to try.

He expects to feel something - he’s not sure what - when he puts his lips to Dean’s for the first time. Maybe something like a shock from static electricity, or a vibration under his vessel’s skin like the rumble of nearby thunder, or a flip in his stomach like the moment before spreading his wings to fly. Instead, there’s only the burgeoning panic and the running mantra of breathe breathe breathe.

Castiel breathes air into him - air that he probably needs for himself. Angels don’t need to breathe, but he’s not much of an angel at the moment. 

He forces air into Dean’s mouth again, and again, fingers curled around the back of Dean’s neck. He’s pausing for another breath when Dean spasms, a wet noise clawing out of his throat, and starts to cough. Castiel immediately pushes him onto his side, and Dean heaves up water and continues coughing.

Finally, with a groan, Dean flops onto his back. He’s breathing heavily, but he’s breathing. The sheer relief brings sudden pinpricks of tears to Castiel’s eyes, and it’s such a human reaction, but he doesn’t care. He sits back heavily on his heels, and at the movement, Dean’s eyes flick over to him. There’s a moment where Castiel knows they’re both thinking about how close Dean came to dying.

Then Dean carefully pushes himself onto an elbow and raises his fingers to his lips.

“…dude, please tell me you didn’t mack on me while I was out,” he jokes weakly. His voice is hoarse and raw from coughing. “Talk about taking advantage of a guy when he’s down. C’mon, man, you’re better than that.”

Joking is good. If Dean is joking, he’s going to be all right.

Castiel huffs and manages a faint smile. “A little gratitude would be nice.”

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Night sky (Mark x TwinFemReader) fluff aghast

Originally posted by lum1natrix

(( gif not mine - CUTIE ))

(A/n): lmao this request is weird and I love it.

Request:  If you’re still doing request, do you think you could do a mark x female twin reader where they getting into a big fight so she leaves without telling anybody but eventually comes back and it’s clear that they’re both wrecks without their twin? Fluffy angst? Sorry, I just really like twin stuff ☺️

Warnings: Swearing and sadness and fluff and kill me


Okay so sharing a house in general, is not always fun. Sharing a house with three other men, can be fun but also not fun. But, sharing a house with your twin brother, fun and terrible.

But, (Y/n) shared a house with them because her and Mark had always worked together on everything. The pair of them had started this channel together; with (Y/n) behind the scenes and Mark in front of the camera.

Yeah, sometimes it was stressful, especially for Mark. He had to maintain his public image all the time.

The two of them had each other though. They pair really were inseparable, as most twins are.

“Mark, I swear to fuck if you don’t put the seat down one more time, I’m selling your dick on the black market.”

Screaming things such as this across the house was likely common. All the person in question would do, though, is giggle and run away. Because she lives with several five year olds.

“Kill me now…” (Y/n) mumbled.

Walking down the stairs cautiously, she had split her path and strut into the large kitchen.

“Mark.” the girl growled.

Her fraternal twin was standing there next the the fridge with chica at his feet.


“Did you even hear what I just said?” she questioned harshly.

“Well yeah, but I was busy adoring Chica that I didn’t have time to care.” he joked.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes with venom soaking her usually sweet expression. This was also very common. Him not caring about a lot of things his twin had to say.

“Mark I’m serious. This is a small bathroom incident but it just further proves the point that you don’t listen.

Her words didn’t register in his ears or even get past her lips it seemed. The brunette was too busy baby talking his dog.

All (Y/n) could manage to do was sigh dramatically. It pissed her off that he didn’t take the time to hear her, and the frustration showed.

“I’m going to get dressed.” the girl commented stiffly.

“Not that you care..”

As (Y/n) made her way slowly back up the stairs, Ethan passed her stride joyfully.

“Mooooring, (Y/n).” he called, stopping his bouncy walk to face her politely.

“Yeah.” she replied blandly.

She continued her walk of shame up the last four steps, and sauntered into her room. Ethan was left staring up the way (Y/n) had gone, visibly confused, borderline concerned.

Though it was the usual time for them all to share breakfast, the youtuber had lost her appetite.

“I’m not going to sit here and sulk, at least.” she mumbled.

Shuffling around her room, (Y/n)’s soft hum strung lightly in the air. The (h/c) haired girl collected a pair of clean jeans and blank shirt, throwing over a loose cardigan.

For the second time, she made her way down the stairs.

As (Y/n) walked into the kitchen, she took the liberty of rolling up her sleeves briefly. Stepping to the cabinet, she had gestured for Mark to move over.

“I’d ask, but I’m sure you wouldn’t hear me.” (Y/n) hissed.

Reaching up to grab herself a pale plastic cup, (Y/n) caught in the corner of her eye her brother mouth what she had just said, with crude facial expressions.

The girl wanted to sigh and apologize, but she thought it might be best to guilt trip him instead. (Y/n) had really wanted to make her point.

After obtaining her glass, she went to the fridge, passing by Ethan who sat at the table. He sat there, chewing his toast silently, feeling and seeing the tension but being shit scared to say anything.

The youtuber pried open the refrigerator, viewing its contents wearily.

Dramatically, she then twisted to face the blue boy.

“Do we not have any more milk?” (Y/n) asked kindly.

Ethan nervously smiled back up at the (e/c) eyed girl, shaking his head briskly with a mouth full of bread.

This time (Y/n) did sigh “I could have asked Mark, oh but he wouldn’t have given a shit.”

Mark rolled his eyes and aggressively threw up his arms.

“So what? Now you’re going to pout all fucking day because I made one joke?!”

(Y/n) actually wasn’t surprised by his outburst, in fact the (size) girl anticipated it.

“No, I’m trying to get a fucking point across! Because repetition is the only thing you see from me.” she scoffed.

Mark just clicked his tongue and stared at his twin intensely.

“That’s because I really couldn’t give less of a fuck what you say.”

“Yeah, I already know–” she began. At this point she had already had enough this. (Y/n)’s aim was to apologize now, but that sure wasn’t Mark’s.

“No, I mean I really don’t care. What you have to say means jackshit at the point, you aren’t actually valuable to any of my project’s whatsoever.” Mark spat “I’m honestly baffled why the hell you still live with me.”

That struck home immediately. Why was she living with him? Because… well this was what the two of them had worked for for a long time…

“…” (Y/n) stood there in silence.

Ethan took a second to stand up, his eyes already gone wide. He opened his mouth stiffly and said “I don’t think you should have said that.”

Mark’s knees felt as though they could give out at the calmest of movements. Before being able to actually say anything, the brunette opened and closed his mouth several times, looking between his sister and Ethan.

“(Y/n), oh my god… I’m…” he began, heartfelt hurting twisting his words.

“The sun is so bright…” came Tyler’s airy voice, entering the kitchen lazily.

He stretched backwards, and held in a yawn “Morning.”

The girl took this as any sort of cue to leave.

She stepped her way rigidly from the room. Mark could be heard yelling her name before Ethan called a loud “Wait!” but it wasn’t for (Y/n).

(Y/n) turned to face the stairs, staring up at them blankly.

She had made up her mind. Even in her dazed state, she knew for certain she did not want to be here of all places, right now.

❆   ❆   ❆ 

The girl had left. The house, I mean. She took her car from in front of the house and went away.

Of course she didn’t have any plans as to where she desired to go. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she didn’t want to go anywhere at all.

So she drove and drove. And drove some more. Where (Y/n) ended up was half way across L.A, parked on the side of the road.

As she sat there breathing heavily, she was able to feel in her pocket, her phone vibrating. Not at all wanting to see any of the messages; she pulled it out against her better judgement.

- Loud blue boy: (Y/n)?

- Loud blue boy: I think you should come out of your room…

- Loud blue boy: wait r u even in your room??? :0

- Loud blue boy: Wait wait (Y/n) where are you?!

(Y/n)’s screen was lit up with messages from Ethan; they made her laugh a bit as she wiped at her eye.

The girl was happy she didn’t apply makeup this morning, noticing now that she had been crying most of the time she was driving.

A blunt sting cut through her upper chest. She didn’t want to be away from Ethan or Tyler. Especially not Mark. She had heard what Mark had said, but her mind wanted to know that he was lying. (Y/n) didn’t want to leave him…

“It’s been what, twenty minutes and I already miss them?” she mumbled softly.

Chancing her blurry eyes, (Y/n)’s gaze fell upon the digital clock in her car. It read in bright blue 4:58pm.

A quaint gasp bubbled from her throat, making (Y/n) sputter a bit in breath.

‘Six hours, what the hell.’ she thought.

Swiping furiously at her eyes once more, (Y/n) pulled off the side of the road and dealt out a most likely illegal U-turn. The youtuber began to go back the way she came, offering her silence a thick sigh.

❆   ❆   ❆

“I fucked up didn’t I?” Mark sniffed.

He was sat in the very middle of the kitchen, balling his eyes out, with a very not okay head.

“A little…” Tyler lulled. Tyler had been explained what had happened, and if he was honest, he was pretty disappointed in the two of them.

“Oh god, what if she never comes back?” Mark cries, heartbroken at the very thought “What if she just moves out and takes all her stuff with her and doesn’t say goodbye? Takes all her belongings, her memories.”

“I’m not sure that she would do that.” Ethan pats his back in an effort to console him.

Mark twists his head to look at the blue haired man and stares at him directly in the eyes.

“Ethan, I’m not ready to have her for once not take me.”

Now Ethan was the one heartbroken. He could see sufferable pain in Mark’s deep brown eyes.

“Hey, Mark, I believe that’s (Y/n)’s car pulling in…” Tyler spoke.

In an instant, the brunette had scrambled to his feet and with a deathly silence, watched the door.

Within a few seconds, it had opened quietly; softly. (Y/n)’s form slipped through the opening.

The current time was 11:23pm, from the moment that Mark saw (Y/n) in the doorway, to the second Mark had sprinted to her and snared her in a hug. The minute hand on the clock hadn’t even moved a millimeter between the two.

“Mark…” (Y/n)’s voice cracked. She wasn’t able to hug him back, or even close the door. Her twin had her arms confined under his own.

Mark also wasn’t able to say anything, it seems, other than ‘I’m sorry’ in repetition.

“Repetition, that’s all I ever hear from you.” (Y/n) laughed softly, sniffing a bit now and again.

The male raised his head to her words, showing her a sad, dopey smile. The stars in open night sky reflecting on his watery black eyes; making his sister smile back at him ten fold.


(A/n): Boi this is so long I hated editing it. I can’t frickin read today, lordy

Double Attack

@guardianofthecrystal asked: Could you please do a story where Sam and Dean get a call from school to say their sister is in hospital after an asthma attack the school thought she was faking and how they deal with that and then a few weeks alter they get a call to say that their sister has put a load of kids in hospital after they tried to bully her about her asthma thanks!!

Pairings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Warnings: Hospitals, fighting, swearing, sister!reader being sassy af

Word Count: 1,326

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Sam and Dean were in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen after lunch when Dean’s phone rang. “Who is it?” Sam asked. “I dunno, some random number.” Dean stared at his phone. “Well answer it.” Sam pried.

“Hello?” Dean answered

“Hi this is Kerri Williams from Central High School, I’m looking for Dean Winchester.”


“It says here that you are the legal guardian of Y/N Winchester, correct?”

“Yeah. Why what happened.” Dean spoke in a gruff voice.

“This morning, Y/N had an asthma attack-.”

“What! Is she okay?” Dean fretted.

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For @babyklance :) 

Keith’s arms are pumping at his side as he sprints up and down the length of the training room. He finds it important to run daily to maintain his stamina because he never knows when he’s going to be put in a position where he’s left to flee without Red’s assistance.

Plus, he likes running. It feels like a release, like he’s loosening tight limbs after a fitful night of sleep. Sleep has never come easy for him, and it seems to only be getting worse while in space. His circadian rhythm is gone, and he can’t find it not matter how hard he tries. Time just moves differently in space, but he’s okay. He’s learning to adapt with little sleep; it’s not like it’s a new concept to him.

When he goes to cut a sharp turn to start back down the length of the room, he stumbles and falls to his knee. Nothing new, he’s fallen before. Only, this time it’s different. He hears a faint cracking sound that’s followed by a sharp, piercing pain that shoots all across his knee.

Gasping, he rolls onto his side, clutching his throbbing knee with both hands as his vision wavers in and out of focus. His heart is thumping loudly in his ears, making the string of curses slipping from his tongue sound muffled and distant.

In a brief bout of panic, Coran’s words from a few days ago slip across his mind.

“Everyone try not to get hurt, okay? The pods are due for a heavy maintenance check due to faulty codes running back to our systems.”

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Safety First

Originally posted by trashwilldo

Fandom: Star Wars

Shipping: Kylo x Reader

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: nakedness, mentions of sex, kinda a watersports kink, hints of spanking

Summary: After being thoroughly fucked by Kylo he takes care of you and makes sure you don’t get an infection (how romantic).

Word count: 519 - it’s a short one

A/N: I wrote this at 1am after having some sudden inspiration, from what I can’t remember. I feel like it’s a bit OOC for Kylo but whatever, I kinda like it. Also, feed back is always appreciate, good and/or bad. // This is a re-upload from a secondary blog of mine, @star–wars–imagines, as I’m moving all my writing onto my main blog

Your name: submit What is this?

Having let Kylo do his worse you were now lying limp on your shared bed. You had spent all of your day’s energy on 6, all equally as mind blowing, orgasms.

You felt Kylo’s weight disappear from the bed and heard the slaps of his bare feet hitting the metallic floor. You needn’t ask where he was going, you already knew. This had become somewhat of a routine.

Kylo plodded back into the room, bringing a warm cloth with him. He moved to the end of the bed and kneeled down. You were strewn half off half on the bed, your feet and calves dangling off the edge. He looked at you closely before ever so gently cleaning his cum off of your sex. Even with his caution you whined, your body spasming at the sensation, and snapped your legs shut, not being able to take any more stimulation. Kylo shushed you as he pried your legs open to continue going about his cleaning. You continued to complain thought-out the process, your body twinging every so often. You moved your hands to his own a couple times in an attempt to push him away from your sensitive pussy, but he resisted. Once done he raised to his feet and moved to the rest of your body, wiping his remaining seed from your sweaty skin as he hovered over you, taking in your wreaked form.

He tossed down the damp cloth haphazardly before moving to your side and hoisting you into his arms, your sweaty body moulding to his own. Moans of annoyance left your lips before muffling themselves in Kylo’s bare chest. He paced into the refresher holding you bridal style, and then lowered you down onto the seat. You sighed at the icy touch of the toilet seat, the temperature cooling your abused bottom. You then looked to him with half lidded eyes; he was now kneeling in between your legs looking to you with an expectant tone.

“Come on (Y/N). You need to go” he spoke in a gentle tone, it was galaxy’s away from the commanding and rough tone he had been using just 15 minutes ago “it’s for your own good, you know that”

He lifted his hand up to your face, tracing his coarse fingers along your cheek before going to tuck your hair behind your ear. Kylo then moved his hand to your lower stomach, massaging your belly with a light pressure. You nodded, knowing he would get his way even if you refused, like you once did. A light smile curled onto Kylo’s face.

You then let go, your pee streaming into the toilet bowl. The hand on your stomach pressed into your bladder firmly, making the stream quicken. Kylo’s gaze skipped between your pussy and your eyes. These moments often felt more intimate than the sex the two of you shared. The way he cared for you and watched you caused shivers to course through your bones.

Once done he tapped your belly and lifted you back into his body, lazily padding back into your bedroom as you dipped into sleep.

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Austin Nights - Part 4

Pairing: Single!Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 3000

Summary: The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Warnings: Language, Implied Smut? (not sure if that’s a warning or not)

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.


When morning finally came, you had found yourself in the clean crisp white sheets of Jensen’s hotel room. Although last night was a blur of which time was lost, you clearly remembered every moment. The anticipation, the rush, the car ride to the hotel when hands couldn’t be kept off each other, hardly being able to make it to the elevator where your lips met passionately again, and eventually having so much of him that you passed into sleep in a state of ecstatic exhaustion.

You reached over for Jensen but didn’t find him there. You sat up pulling up the sheets to cover your bare chest as you looked around the room. Last night had you focused on other things than the details of the room. Seeing it now, it was essentially the same size of your apartment if not bigger. The bedroom led to an entryway and to the other side a marbled bathroom. A half wall separated the bedroom from what appeared at first glance to be a living room with huge gaping windows flooding with natural light. From the building outside the window, you presumed you were downtown and high up.

You slide towards the edge of the bed wanting to explore more and to find Jensen. As you stood, the pleasant ache in your thighs was undeniable. If you weren’t planning to soak up every moment you had with Jensen, you could have spent all day in bed recovering. You wrapped the sheets around you leaving only your back exposed. The sun’s warmth increased as you made your way closer. The living room consisted of a white couch and two matching love seats surrounding a TV bigger than yours. You curiously made your way to the window and gulped from the height.

A voice cleared their throat and when you looked you jumped in fear seeing that it was not Jay. The man appeared to be in a hotel uniform. You tightened the sheets around your body. He was in another extension of the room which appeared to be a kitchen and dining room.

“I’m sorry to intrude ma’am, your evening dress has been dry cleaned and pressed and is waiting for you in the bathroom.” He stated.

You were shocked by his intrusiveness and formality. “Uh, where’s Jensen?”

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A trade off for @societyslostone, who drew an icon for me! (Shout out to the anon who sent the request and giving me free range on the ship lol)

(Shance. Canon Universe)

Lance watched with tired eyes as Shiro repeatedly paced the small length of the cell. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Over and over and over as if that movement, now the product of muscle memory, could free the two.

Lance knew Shiro felt guilty. The two had been fighting off a crowd of Galra. Both were holding their own fairly well, but one particular solider slid in behind Shiro and swung a giant hammer down onto the older paladin’s back. Shiro crumpled under the weight of the weapon, but he remained awake.

For a moment, Lance had frozen, but when he locked eyes with Shiro’s and Shiro gave a slight shake of the head, he snapped.

For two minutes, the only sounds were Lance’s Bayard firing off and bodies dropping to the floor. He had cleared a path to Shiro, but only seconds after he has dropped to his knees beside the black paladin, the two became surrounded by another mass of Galra.

Neither had to say a word to know they were going to surrender, and only minutes later, the two were tossed into a small cell without their helmets, without any way of communicating to the others.

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High School AU Headcanons: Jumin

Surprise! Look who showed up earlier! I said I was posting this on monday, but tomorrow I’ll start another AU, so I din’t want the two AUs being posted on the same day. 

So here you go! Jumin is the one I always struggle the most to write, but not this time, for some reason. Have fun, y’all!

TW: Mentions of suicide and violence against women

  • He’s a honor student and part of the lacrosse team at this fancy internal school.
  • You’re the troublemaker, there are several rumors about how your family got rich all of a sudden due to money launder. Also, people say your mother is in rehab because she found out you slept with your stepfather, who got arrested for having sex with a minor.
  • He’s a tutor for students with bad grades, and guess who the principal decided to pair him with as his pupil this semester. He had to prove he was good enough to candidate for student body’s president, if he can help you, he would have full support of the principal.
  • He hates it, not because of the rumors, he couldn’t care less about that, but you’re impossible to work with!
  • Yes, you were literature partners before, you could never focus and was extremely irresponsible, yet you showed up to the presentation and pointed out really interesting observations about the book, some of them better than his.
  • He doesn’t like people who don’t put effort to conquer things, people who rely too much on some skills. People like you.
  • So there he is, waiting for you in the library so you can start studying geometry, and obviously, you’re late.
  • You came acting like there’s nothing wrong and while he talks about surfaces of triangles and tangents, you’re more focused on building a catapult with your rule. Ugh…
  • “Ugh, I’m bored. Let’s ditch this!” you groan in boredom. “As I was saying… given the acute angle of a triangle…” he ignores you.
  • “Sin equals B, and B stands for boring!” despite your little joke, it was… correct? “Wait, you know geometry?” “Of course I do, I just don’t like that teacher! Now, come on, let’s ditch this! I heard the seniors are throwing a party at the old library building, let’s go!”
  • “It’s against the rules to walk in the school at night.” “Well, yeah! Why would be fun if this was allowed? Duh!” “Fine, you can go. It’s not as I’m enjoying this… study session either.”
  • “Nah, let’s partaayy, bro! Tell you what, if you go with me, I promise I get an A + in the next geometry test, the principal will love you for that, mr. President!” well, that was true. “Fine.” He agrees with a sigh.
  • “Why do you want me to go with you?” “I can’t be the only sophomore in a senior party, duh!” oh… maybe you cared about other people think of you, he thought you didn’t. “Besides, I’ll tell you dragged me there if we get caught.” Okay… this was more like you.
  • This didn’t look like a party, it was more like a cultural soirée, yes, he recognized some of the best art students and the best musicians in the school band too.
  • He lost you a little after you two entered. Then he found you in this circle with a glass in your hand. You were really impossible.
  • “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned” a senior spoke “Go on, my child.” “I didn’t try to kill myself when I was a junior, I just slipped in the bathroom.” “You are forgiven, son.” What in the world was this?
  • He joined the circle without realizing it. “Dude, you can’t be here without a drink. Here, let’s share.” You put a little of whatever you were drinking in his cup.
  • This was really interesting, people were sharing some intimate secrets, it was a kind of drinking game, but much more sophisticated than those ones he heard about
  • Whatever you gave him, it was strong. He was feeling a little loosen up… “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” He spoke loudly. “Go on, my child.”
  •  “I… I can’t bare with my father and his lousy affairs. Sometimes I think I… really hate… him.” Wow, he could not believe he said this out loud, but none of the people in that circle looked fazed.
  • “Dude, we’re milennials, admitting how much we hate family and how much they fucked us up is like… our thing.” You said matter of factly, everybody in the circle nodded in agreement.
  • Seriously? All those thoughts he had were… normal? He was… normal? “What about you, kitty?” a senior asked you. “Any sins you want to share?”
  • You shrugged: “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” “Go on, my child.” Even Jumin said this time, the alcohol made him curious.
  •  “I… didn’t sleep with my stepfather. The dude was trying to beat my mother up and I stood up for her and told I was gonna call the police. So he’s arrested for assault, not for having sex with… me. And my mom isn’t in rehab, she’s at a spa in Fiji,  because that’s how it works in our family, we run from our problems instead of talking about it in order to solve them.” You chugged the rest of your liquor while everybody stared at you. “Oh, but the money laundery thing is real.” “Damn, kitty, that’s deep.” One senior spoke.
  • Yes, it was deep. Jumin couldn’t believe what he just heard. Of course you would act like this irresponsible and troublemaker girl, you didn’t want anyone coming to close to you to actually know your problems.
  • The party was over, and you two walked in a dreadful silence in the dark. “Forget what you heard, okay? What happens there, stays there.” “How do you know about these parties?” You mumbled something he couldn’t listen and started blabbering, the alcohol effects, no doubt “My sister used to come to these parties, she always talked about them, and how great they are. She lives in New York now, I’m definitely going there once I graduate from this shithole. Live in a loft, adopt a cat… I like cats, do you like cats?” did he? He never thought about that… he would like to adopt a cat too…
  • “Then you would run away from your problems?” “More like making new ones in a place I can have a fresh start.” You both chuckled. 
  • But he was thinking of this very seriously. He never bothered about the future, he knows he will take over his father’s company and… well, that’s it. For the first time, he’s thinking if he could have something diferent, be something different.
  • You were impressed with his attitude, he was nicer and more interested in what you have to say than you thought. Plus, he’s so fine!
  • “Hey, Jumin?” “Yes, MC?” “Do you think you can forgive me for one last sin?” “Don’t you mean sine?” OH MY GOD! HE’S DOING A GEOMETRY JOKE!? NERD! “Come on, I’m serious! Forgive me, father, for what I’m about to sin?”
  • “Go on, m… wait, about to sin?” you surprised him with a kiss in the lips. It started sweet and slow, but quickly turned into a messy make-out session in the dark. Oh… he wasn’t so uptight after all, as you felt your ass being fully gripped by his hands, which you teasingly pried away.
  • “You can only have more if you get an A + in literature with me. See ya, Mr. President.” You ran in the dark, he was still a little tipsy from the alcohol… and from your lips.
  • But forget that, he needs to start that literature paper asap.
Blackout: Leonardo (part 1 of 2)

You were hanging out in the lair with the turtles. All of you weren’t doing anything in particular. The weather outside was pretty windy and rainy and it sounded like it was only getting worse. You and the turtles were sitting in the living room watching a scary movie. Just as the woman turned around and screamed, a huge crack of thunder sounded like it practically exploded in the sky, making everyone jump nearly five feet into the air. Then only a second later the power went out and the lair went completely black. You yelped and quickly latched onto Leo’s arm, who was sitting right next to you.

“Aw man! Just when it was getting good!” said Mikey as he threw his hands up into the air in frustration. Donnie turned on the small flashlight that he had on his headgear and looked at everyone.

“Is everyone okay?” he asked.

“Yeah we’re fine. That must be some storm outside for the power to go out like this.” said Leo. He looked down at you and saw that you looked pretty nervous and on edge. ‘She must not like the dark…’ he thought to himself. He slowly pried his arm out of your grasp and put it around your shoulders instead. He looked down at you from the corner of his eye and faintly saw your outline looking up at him with a little smile. He blushed and cleared his throat a little and looked straight ahead again. You blushed too and leaned into him a little. Suddenly you felt him lean down to were his breathe was right in your ear.

“Wanna go to my room? I have candles in there so we can actually see.” he whispered, being very careful no one else could hear. You didn’t even have time to nod before he scooped you up and swiftly carried you to his room using those silent ninja skills of his so his brothers wouldn’t suspect anything. He set you down and closed the door behind you. You stood by the door while you watched him light the couple of candles that were on his nightstand, illuminating the room softly. It was kind of…romantic. He looked back at you and you were quickly snapped out of your daze.

You got to look at his room a little better now that it was lit. It was very clean and organized with a small shelf above his bed that had several books and a small candle on it. Not much hung on his wall except for a couple of Japanese scrolls and a picture of his family.

Suddenly the candle flames flickered and you found yourself pressed against his door. His hands had a tight hold on your hips and he was grinding on you slightly. You let out a gasp of surprise and your hands flew to his plastron, but not to push him away. No way. He looked at you with intense blue eyes and he licked his lips. You could feel your heart beating so hard it made your entire chest feel like it was pounding. You found it amazing how Leonardo feel you feel so alive so quickly. It was almost like an adrenaline rush.

“L-Leo, wha-” he roughly pressed his lips to yours, cutting you off. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his bulge rub against you.

“Every ninja must be able to work silently in the shadows, unseen and unheard.” he whispered huskily into your ear. You shivered and looked up at him through your lashes. He led you over to his bed and gently pushing you onto it then he puffed up his chest, already showing you dominance. He blew out the candles and the room returned to pitch black and you couldn’t see or hear any sign or Leo. Now, you had no idea what to expect…but that was the whole purpose of this little exercise.

Suspect: Part 6

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.6K
Warnings: Angst, death, fighting, swearing


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The Winter Soldier doesn’t move, only staring at the ground. Your brain was screaming at you to run, but your legs couldn’t move, you were stuck to the ground. Even if you could run, there was nowhere to go. Dale had holstered his gun, the far superior weapon standing in the only exit. If you hadn’t been so far up, you would have considered jumping out the window. But you weren’t, you were stuck, and your death was imminent.

“I was hoping that Rumlow would send you,” Dale says, his voice full of confidence. He had won, and he knew it, “Now, I think our friend here might need a little convincing of how great Hydra is,”

The Winter Soldier’s metal arm whirs, a sound that makes you nauseous, but he still doesn’t move. You glance at Dale as he shifts uncomfortably, a small frown washing over his features.

“Soldat,” he says sternly, “I’m giving you an order. Do I need to spell it out for you?”

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anonymous asked:

Can you do something like Jumin's father likes MC but MC only likes and wants to be with jumin? And maybe jumin will do something to be with MC. Sorry for my bad English.. and thank you if you're

Of course, I’d be happy to do this request! Thank you and have a wonderful day! Enjoy hun <3


You had recently been hired at the C & R company, a bright smile painting your face as you stepped in, one of the assistants waiting for her.

“Hello,” She gave you a polite dip of her head. “I’m Jahee Kang, Mr. Jumin Han would like to see you to discuss your beginning objectives.” 

You nodded lightly, following alongside her her heels clacking against the floors.

“What’s it like being Mr. Han’s assistant?” You asked, eyes wide like a curious child in your excitement.

“Don’t tell him I said this,” She sighed. “but frankly, it’s rather exhausting.” 

“You don’t like it?”

“Not exactly, but I suppose if you love cats it’s essentially heaven.” 


“The more you ask, the further you’ll get pulled in,” She murmured. “However, I suppose if you’d like to make a good first impression I would suggest stating you like cats.” 

“Oh I love cats!” 

“You’ll get along amazingly then.” 

You eventually stopped at a door, Jahee offering you a small, yet supportive smile as she wrapped her fingers around the knob. 

“Good luck MC, I’m sure you’ll do lovely here. If you have further questions, don’t hesitate to ask me.” 

You thanked her softly as she opened it for you, revealing the chairman’s son on the other side. 

He stood up as he caught sight of you, his sooty gaze that you had seen so murky and blank in photos, seemed almost in struck speechless as he noticed you.

“Um-hello!” You smiled, approaching him, beginning to reach out an inviting hand.

He blinked for a moment, snapping back into reality, returning the handshake.

“Yes-hello, you must be MC, correct?”

“Yes! That’s me!” 

“Good, it’s great to meet you.” He gestured to you to sit down, his gaze oddly enough, never quite leaving you as he sat down.

“I’m sure you’re anticipating finally getting to begin your job, your resume seemed very promising.” 

“Thank you, I’ve worked hard to make it so.” 

“That’s a very good sign,” He raised his head. “Would you like me to show you to your workspace?I can help you get started as well if you would like that.”

You brightened, nodding. “I’d like that a lot! Thank you!” 

“Alright, follow me then,” He rose to his feet, opening the door for you.

Yet as he thought of what to say, you happened to speak first.

“Um so…I heard you’re a fan of cats?” 

He looked at you with surprise, lips parting almost speechlessly before nodding faintly. 

“Yes, I am, why do you ask?”

“I’m a pretty big fan too.” 

And the most peculiar thing happened.

He smiled.

It was tiny, but it was still there.

And it was wonderful.

“I suppose you won’t mind me perhaps rambling a bit then?”

“Not at all.” 

And from then on, the two of you seemed to be attached at the hip.

His excuse to show you to your work became more or less an hour or so of cat fanaticism, his grin only becoming more and more prominent as time as went on.

This lead to him asking you to join him the next day, continuing the topic over coffee early in the morning.

Yet throughout these small meetings, you learned small bits and pieces about him.

His family.


And even an odd organization known as the RFA.

Yet no matter what it was, you felt more than happy to hear his stories and tales.

Even his silly jokes.

And the more he learned about you, the more he seemed to be more curious.

He’d ask you more and more questions, listening with absolute interest with every word.

And over time, his tone became softer when he spoke to you.

To the point when it was drenched in sincerity, a hand always hovering you almost protectively. 

And a smile always painting his face when he spoke to you.

And soon enough the same came with you.

So perhaps it seemed inevitable when he approached you one morning, pink rushing to his cheeks, beaming at the sight of you.

“Ah, MC h-how’re you?”

“Good!” You greeted him, your fingers coiled about a warm cup of coffee. “How are you?”

“I’m…fine. I was actually wondering if I could speak with you?”

You nodded, reaching out as you noticed the softness in his tone.

“Yeah sure…is everything okay?”

“Y-Yes it’s fine…it’s just…” His face became redder by the second, ushering you to his office. “follow me please.” 

“Sure, of course.” 

He shut the door behind the two of you as you entered, a hand curling about the back of his neck. 

“I um…I was wondering if you’d be willing to join me for dinner.” 

“Oh, if this is about my latest project I’m sorry I just-” 

“MC please, you should know that isn’t the issue at all.” 

“…I should…?”

“Yes, I mean-” He huffed, flustered to the point to where he could hardly muster the words. “I mean in the sense of a…a date.” 

“A date…?”

He scoffed, running his fingers embarrassedly through his hair. “I won’t lie I’m…well I’m smitten.” 

“With me?” 

You were more in shock as he continued you, believing this be more of a dream for a second.

“I wouldn’t be talking with you if I wasn’t.” He let out a deep breath. “Please do not feel pressured to say yes I would hate you to only do this to-”

“I’d love to.” 

The words had felt natural, spilling from your mouth the second it was opened.

Perhaps that was why your heart fluttered.

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking you in utter shock. 

“What? Really…?”

You came closer to him, laughing gently. 

“I would like nothing more-” 

You were cut off as the office door opened once again, unveiling an older man, who you recognized instantly. 

“Mr. Han!” You gasped, twisting to face him. “H-Hello!” 

He watched you for a bit.

Examining you.

Until he came to you and took your hand, pressing his lips to the back of your palm. 

“I don’t believe we’ve met,” He hummed, humbly. “I’m Mr. Han, Jumin’s father!” 

You awkwardly drew your palm from his hold, hiding them in your pockets, doing your best to appear polite.

“Y-Yes I know! I knew it was you the moment I saw you.” 

“I’m delighted to see I’m so well-known that someone as beautiful as you would know me.” 

“Oh well I…” 

Jumin stepped in, clearly bothered.

He moved ahead of you, shrouding you as he confronted his father.

“What is it? Did you need something?”

“Yes I did in fact, I wanted to inform you of one of our newest partners. The president has arrived personally, to speak with you. It’s in regards to our newest policy and how that’ll affect our relations. They’re waiting in the conference room for you.” 

“What?” Jumin seemed aghast, turning to you and the exit, eventually grabbing onto your arm, a pleading expression upon him.

“MC, will you please wait for me? I’ll be back as soon as I can.” 

“I will don’t worry.” You smirked. “Good luck!” 

He melted at your response, giving earnest thanks before leaving.

Yet another person still remained. 

Mr. Han.

“So, what exactly are you doing here?”


He chuckled. “No, I mean, here in my son’s office?”

To that, you weren’t quite sure what to say.

“O-Oh um…m-my latest project is all…”

“Well, if you’d like we can begin our own conversation,” He cleared his throat, a chill running down your spine. 

“In my office.” 

You crinkled your nose uncomfortably, holding back a sneer. 

“N-No I’m okay! Really, I’d much rather wait for Jumin to come back.” 

That didn’t stop him. 

“Perhaps it could be rescheduled then over lunch?” He offered, somehow still coming off as lighthearted. “I could show you a good time.” 

“I’m really-really not interested, Mr. Han.” 

He came closer, your body pressed against the desk as far as you could go, your breath caught in your throat. 

“I really would appreciate it if you’d give it a second chance.” 

As he neared closer, you shifted back, gripping tight onto the desk as though it were some sort of shield.

“P-Please-leave me, alone sir.” 

“All I’m asking is for you to reconsider dear-” 

You could hardly believe your luck as the door was opened.

And Jumin came in from the other side.

“It wasn’t anything serious, all it required was some clarification and plans for revision-” 

He glanced up, seeing his father almost leaning over you, you yourself doing whatever you could to slither away.

“What is going on here?” He snapped his gaze to Mr. Han, sneering. “What are you doing?” 

“All I was doing was suggesting a…get-to-together or sorts. No harm in that.” He scoffed, perplexed. “Why do you sound so upset? They’re merely an employee of yours-”

“No, they’re not!” Jumin snarled, sneering. “Far from it in fact!” 

“Is that so?”

“Yes, it is. Now go.” 

“Jumin please-” 

His son snapped, pulling you behind him.

“Unlike a contract, this isn’t negotiable father. I won’t repeat myself. Leave.” 

He hadn’t pried his eyes away from his dad before he left, turning to you with a heavy sigh, a low, angered rumble in his throat. 

“I…I’m sorry that happened my father has a reputation for being a ‘womanizer’.” He huffed. “He means well but- I’m truly sorry he did that. I never thought he would attempt that.” 

“It’s…it’s fine.” You tipped your head from side to side in consideration. “…Sort of.” 

He took your hand in his own, running a soft thumb over your knuckles.

“Please don’t think poorly of me for my father’s actions,” He assured you. “I truly do care for you. All I want is for you to be happy, so if after that you’re not ready I-”

“I still want to be with you.” 

He appeared bewildered.

“You do…?”

“I do. I know you, for you. I know you would never do that. I trust you.”

You laughed sheepishly.

“And I like you…a lot.” 

“I…” He sniggered. “I like you a lot as well. If you’d like me to say it that way.” 

“How else would you?” You asked, finally feeling the same warmth return, comforted immensely just by his presence alone.

And his next words only strengthened that.

“Absolutely head over heels.” 

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A/N: Idk just a little fic cause I sAW SPIDER MAN HOMECOMING. NOT MANY SPOILERS, ONLY LIKE ONE SO READ AT YOUR OWN COST BUDDY. I am a hoe for Tony as a father figure to Peter and just HAD to write my own fic.

Word Count: 1,009

“Tony, just give him time and space. He is a teenage boy, after all. Don’t you remember those days?”

“Hell no! Nor do I want to. But, when I had my heart broken, I wanted someone to be there for me, even if I did push them away. He might want that to.”

“And if he doesn’t?”

“Then he’ll web the door locked, message loud and clear.” Tony chuckled, getting up and going upstairs to Peter’s room.

“Peter?” He knocked on the door, sniffling was heard from beyond the door which made his heart clench.

“Pete? Can you open the door?” The door swung open, by Peter webbing it and pulling.

“What do you want, Tony?” He grumbled, laying on his bed facing the wall.

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Originally posted by jeonify

Word count: 2.2k

Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, loads and loads of angsty shit

A/N: Be Mean by DNCE made me do this, though its didn’t inspire the whole story lol but yes there will be something smutty in the later parts also wow @ the gif,,,,, also i feel like this is kind of a filler chapter lol also feel like i shouldn’t have ended it there but idk i cant continue also this was kinda short iDk SORRY

A lot of people deserve forgiveness, a lot of people deserve to forget but all they receive are reminders after reminders after reminders of the mistakes they’ve committed. 

First, it was a scandalous relationship with a girl. The newspaper article headlines with his secret connection with this nobody, including the explicit (but not too explicit, of course) details of his sadistic and masochistic sexual requests.
If that didn’t cause a whole bunch of ruckus, the next one did. Jeon Jungkook was sitting by his window ledge in his secret hiding place, a “temporal safe haven” as his manager puts it. His doe eyes glossy as the light from outside reflected. Though the ray did reveals his tears, his eyes still seemed dull as compared to before. Like a light, that had inhabit his vision before, had been torn away. It was drooping at the sides, so were the sides of his mouth. You could clearly see the toll that he had taken. Exposing his emotions, clearly plastered on his face, vulnerable as the sound of his empty house started to turn deafening. His pupils following the tiny amounts of snow that descended gracefully from the sky. His palm warm against the cold glass of the window, soon to transfer its heat, turning the heated hand into numbed flesh. 

The crestfallen boy knew he was going to have to face the public soon. He didn’t know what the fans thought, getting mixed responses as he read the tweets. He didn’t know what the conservative public of Korea thought of it, he didn’t know what his parents thought. He also didn’t know what the members thought or what you thought. Jungkook was desperately avoiding thinking about the latter, especially. The thoughts would harass him till he’s ruined.
His ringtone chiming interrupted his thoughts. The ringing got more violent as all the notifications flooded in.
“Jeon Jungkook Nude? BTS’ Golden Maknae Nude Video Leaked.”
#Jungkooknudes trending on twitter.

Moving before his eyes on the screen was two familiar figures. Jungkook’s memory of that special night was slowly tortured and decaying further by every embarrassing moan that blasted out of the speaker of the device. Or by every spank that could be heard in the audio, resounding in the room. Both bodies were moving at the same pace, before his manager pulled the phone away from his face. Now, he was sitting in an office with eight pairs of eyes all on him.
His manager had spoken. But the bunny-tooth boy paid no mind to the stressed man,it was probably something along the lines of,
“Do you know how much trouble we’re in? If you dare pull some more shit like this. You know what’s coming, kid. Watch out, alright?”, the last part had a hint of sympathy and care, not being as harsh as his few previous sentence. His manager knew that this isn’t what Jungkook wanted, he was human too. He obviously didn’t leaked it himself. But, it did put his job and the rest of their jobs at risk of being taken away, he needed the younger boy to know that his actions have consequence and to be careful with what he does.

Jungkook just sat there silently, staring lifelessly at the table. Nobody could really disclose what he’s thinking about, not the boys as they sat in the room with him, not his manager, no one. They all just stared at him as he was to the table. The dispirited boy had his fringe covering a little of his vision as he stared into the matte black that covered the table, still trying his best to avoid the thoughts of you from popping up in his mind.
Nobody had foreseen that the youngest of BTS would’ve been so, well to put it simply, problematic. Nobody thought he would’ve been so sexually promiscuous, everyone speculated that he was the innocent little boy that everyone assumed and portrayed him to be. Some made up rumours that he wanted to get rid of this image, thus causing all this commotion. Others said it was for publicity, quote “These celebrities will do anything to get their face onto the cover of a magazine, be it bad or good news. Absolutely pathetic.

Amidst all the chaos, nobody asked Jungkook how he felt about this whole situation. Of course, he felt pretty damn shitty. After all his privacy was being pried into. That little minute dust of freedom he had, that he had the right to have, was blown away in a violent wind straight from his bare hands. No amount physical work could have snatched it back as it scatters all over the place. It was out there for the world to look at, the uncensored image of his naked body and the girl he loved on display for the whole world to see. His sultry words, that was supposedly only for his lover to hear, was now heard by millions.
Jungkook also felt irritation amongst all his emotions. Why did he have to apologise when he never did anything wrong? What kind of goddamn social contract was it to apologise for his own leaked nudes? It was his privacy being violated here. The person who leaked the nudes and everyone who watched that god-fucking-damned video should be sending their apologies to him instead.
Jungkook also felt a tiny sense of happiness lingering at the back of his mind, however he was confused by this emotion. He almost caused 8 other people to lose their jobs, a girl to lose her dignity and pride and not able to face the public. He allowed the familiar elderly couple to be tortured by the hushed whispers spouting more and more rumours about them and him, especially about their relation and how he was badly brought up and nurtured by the couple. He jeopardised a company’s reputation and his own. How could he have felt happy in a moment like this? 

Next thing Jungkook knew, he was, back in the house, lying in the silence and on the extremely huge and empty kingsized bed. The loose string of the smooth silk bedsheets caught in the crooked cut of his nails on his finger as he thought about some of the people he did owe an apology to. Jungkook knew he had to make some amends. He apologised to the members, all of them forgiving and accepting his apology quite easily. They understood what he did wasn’t on purpose and that they all had their own things to hide. He apologised to his parents, his parents also being very forgiving. He was exceedingly thankful for all grace shown by his members, the company and his parents.

Now, it was time for the harder part. He walked through the dark cold street, step after step to the familiar address. His hands pushed into the pocket of his coat, in great need of warmth. The air conditioner in the house broke before this, he’s been living without heat for about 12 hours. He couldn’t escape the house either as he was suppose to be in hiding. Just his luck, he also forgot to wear gloves tonight.

He knocked against the wooden door, a crack in the door causing a splinter to prick the skin of his knuckle. He knocked again and waited. After 15 minutes, still not a single soul.

“Hey, I know you’re in there.” His voice sounded rough. As he hasn’t spoken much in the past few days, Jungkook was surprised by his own voice.

The door then opened with a creak, his large eyes engulfed into the small lifeless ones that stood before him. Despite being lifeless at first sight, he saw fear and sadness swimming around in them too.

“What do you want?” The soft, but hoarse voice ruptured in the quiet night. The air so chilled that her hot breath condensed in the contrasting temperature. Silence stood all around them for a moment before Jungkook sighed.

“I just wanted to apologise.” He said quietly, almost a whisper. Feeling guilty and for the first time, he felt small in front of the petite woman.

“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it.” For someone so small, the girl spoke with so much hatred, Jungkook couldn’t believe that much hostility could occupy one being. Booming, so sharp that it cut the silence straight into half. The boy was shocked, expecting an easy and smooth forgiveness. But, his naive mind never ran over the possibilities of what was going to happen. Alas, he was, now, confronted and the infamous feline has really grabbed his tongue, this time. Maybe, even tied it into a knot as it felt like he couldn’t talk.

“I’m a girl. You’ll never understand what it’s like for me. For you, it’s a bump in your life, its a mistake that’ll soon be forgotten by many. For me, however, I’ll live with it forever. Instead of people telling me that it was just a mistake, they blame me for this. My reputation forever tarnished by you. I’ll always just be known as the girl that had that sex scandal with that idol. People at my workplace talk about me, I’ve been forced to resign to protect the company’s reputation. People at the convenient store talk about me, I see the censored thumbnails of that stupid fucking video on the covers of magazines while walking in the goddamn supermarket. People are making violating comments about my body, right in front of me. All thanks to you, the whole world knows what I look like when I’m fucking you, completely naked.” Her voice once again, firm and loud enough for Jungkook to understand the emotions she was projecting, but not loud enough to wake the neighbours. Jisoo wouldn’t risk that, there was enough talk going around town.
Jungkook, then, realised the double standards that was still alive. He’ll be able to move on and build his career again and soon, everyone would forget. But, a female body. The female anatomy wasn’t easily forgotten especially by people who sexualise it so much. Even, Jungkook could still remember what his first love looked like. But, not her face first, if you asked him in this way. He remembered the curves in her body and the way she moulded so perfectly with him. The sole reason why he remember her face was because well she's his first love.

“You said you’d always protect me. Why didn’t you keep your promise?” She whispered, her voice broken. Though, she was quick to compose herself again, blinking the tears away. Refusing for the, though downhearted too, boy to see her so broken. She knew how it’d affect him, because through everything she still does love Jungkook.

“I know, Jisoo. B-but this is different, I-I couldn’t-“ Jungkook stammered, not being able to say what he wanted properly. Shoving his tears to the back of his eye socket, clearing his throat so he could properly discuss this. 

“I think we should breakup. If that wasn’t obvious enough.” Jisoo interrupted coldly. 

“No. Please.” Jungkook whispered as he begged. The only words he could muster up. 

“Please never look for me again.” She said almost reluctantly.

“Jisoo, we can talk it out. Please, just stay.” Jungkook had a tear running down his face at this point. Jisoo wiped at the tear with a small smile, her’s also threatening to fall.

“Goodbye Jungkook.” With a kiss on the cheek, slowly Jungkook felt her hands slip away and she retracted back into the house. 

This love died too early, Jungkook did love her but the unhappy boy’s eyes weren’t as glossy as he thought it would be. He was hurt, he did feel the sour squeezing in his nose and the closing of his throat. Yet, it didn’t hurt as bad as he expected. Above all, his mind, contrarily, hasn’t occupied by Jisoo at all. These few days, it had been set on avoiding thinking about you. Although, the boy was trying to circumvent, eschewing these thoughts seemed to make them worse. Avoidance wasn’t going to make him feel any better, he had to come to grips with it.

Everyone advised him that it was a mistake to leave. But, Jungkook didn’t care. He’s been in their restraints for too long, as much as he liked being restrained. He didn’t like it this way. As the male sat in his gigantic kingsized bed, once again. He thought all was right in the world again, like the stars had aligned in the world, except that it’s not. He felt he was missing something as his eyebrow scrunched together, then your image popped up in his mind. His eyes widened in realisation as his stared into the white ceiling. His raised eyelids start to falter as he thought about what to do. There was a shit load he had to do, he was muddled as to where to start. 

He had to find you. Jungkook stared at the map, the leather seat beneath him getting warm. As he drew on the map, the red ink smudging on the glossy paper, he narrowed down his options to you two’s hometown first. His lean legs reached for the gas pedal, his ink stained hands found the steering wheel and sped down the roads. He went out to venture, close to a pilgrim, on a journey to search for you. Your name is his permanent safe word, you are is his permanent safe house.

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In the tiny!Obi-wan verse, how did obi-wan come to qui-gon's attention to be chosen as a padawan?

Qui-Gon didn’t want to say he was hiding per say, but if he had to face ANOTHER request for tea from anyone in the council he may lose his damn mind from the sympathy they had for him. Honestly, he wasn’t stupid, he knew they were trying to check up on him and make sure he was doing well after the news of Xanatos reached the temple.

His fallen padawan…his pride and joy…

Qui-Gon sighed and rubbed his face and shifted his feet only to freeze when the Force flashed in warning. He glanced down quickly and blinked as his foot was only millimeters from a little shape who was staring up at him with wide green eyes.

“…Hello there.” He offered softly, reaching down. “Who do we have here.” The little humanoid was wearing an Initiate tunic that looked messy. “What are you doing out in the gardens little one?”

The little copper haired, Force when was the last time Qui-Gon had seen a redhead?, stood up slowly and gave Qui-Gon a bow. “Greetings master, I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi. I…I got dropped of here?” The little one tried.

“Dropped off?” Qui-Gon’s brows furrowed, looking a bit closer at Obi-Wan, taking note of ruffled tunic and the way he was avoiding standing on one leg. “Little one, are you injured?”

“I…my foot kind of hurts Master…” Obi-Wan confessed and sat down in Qui-Gon’s palm when the other gestured for him to do so. Carefully the older man reached out with the Force to gauge the other.

‘Hurting foot my ass, his entire body feels like a sore point.’ Qui-Gon’s brows drew even further in. Dropped of, more like someone dropped him of deliberately. “Little one, does this happen often? Does someone…’drop’ you of somewhere?”

Obi-Wan stared at his feet.

It was answer enough for Qui-Gon as he started healing the little one.

Obi-Wan felt fragile in his hand. Tiny and fragile and like he thought his life would be over soon.

“…Initiate Obi-Wan, how old are you?”

“…Twelve. I’ll turn thirteen in a month.”

Force…where was this little humanoid suppose to go?

Obi-Wan was all of sixteen centimeters tall, he couldn’t go to one of the cores, standard size would be humongous to him. Qui-Gon tilted his head, staring at the little Initiate who had his head bent, could almost hear the others thoughts.

“…Initiate Obi-Wan, would you tell me about your grades?” Qui-Gon questioned softly as he slowly pulled his healing Force away from him once he was sure everything was healed.

Obi-Wan looked up at him in surprise, blinking before smiling shyly at Qui-Gon’s honestly interested expression.

‘Well…Master Dooku did always say I had a tendency to bring strays with me…what’s one more little soul?’ Qui-Gon thought as he ran a gentle finger over Obi-Wan’s soft hair, watching the Initiate melt under his touch.

He’d locked his heart away in a durasteel box that was gently being pried open.

I'm gonna rip his lungs out!

Originally posted by lipstick-mother-fucker

Characters: Dean, Reader.
Word Count: 699
Warnings: Domestic abuse?
Prompt/Inspiration for this story: Imagine Dean finding out that your boyfriend hurt you.

 Feeling like a dumb ass you pull the front door of the bunker open. The first thing Dean noticed was the sag in your shoulders. The second thing he noticed was the black streaks of mascara and eyeliner that ran down your cheeks. “Y/n, hey, are you okay?” He asked getting up from the table in the war room where he had been sitting. You didn’t answer as you walked numbly down the metal stair case. When he met you at the bottom you couldn’t even look at him. You were too ashamed. “Hey, look at me sweetheart.” He coaxed putting his hands on each side of your neck making you involuntarily flinch from the touch. He knew right then that something bad had happened. “Y/n.” He said trying to get your attention and when you still didn’t look at him he moved his thumbs under your jaw and pushed your face up. “What happened?” As he asked this he noticed the fading red hand print on your cheek.

 "I…um,“ you started, swallowing hard as you moved your eyes from his to look over his shoulder, "I don’t want to talk about it.” Your answer came out as a whisper before you brushed his hand off of you and started off toward your room. Dean let you go and you were thankful.

 Once alone in your room you pulled your simple black dress off and tossed it in the waste basket. You never wanted to see it again. It would just be a constant reminder of this night. The night someone you thought you loved made you feel like piece of trash.

 You had just finished getting dressed after taking a shower when there was a knock on your door. “Yeah?” You called.

 "It’s me, can I come in?“ Dean called so you walked over to the door, pulled it open and stepped aside. He walked in the room and you shut the door behind him. You could feel his eyes on your red ones. "What happened?” He asked, this time a little calmer.

 You sighed and sat down on the foot of the bed. “I went to my boyfriend’s house for dinner.” You started.

 Dean pulled a chair up and sat down across from you. “The douche with the pries?” Dean asked.

 "That’s the one.“ You answered sarcastically sing songy. Dean had never liked the guy, you thought that after the two years you were with the guy that Dean would have warmed up to him. But he never did and you never understood if it was because Dean was being protective or if it was because he was jealous. "He fixed us this fancy dinner served on his great grandmother’s china. We laughed, we talked and he…asked me to marry him.”

 "Yeah get to the part that explains the cheek.“ Dean said aggravated from where he sat with his elbows on his knees leaning in to listen to you.

 "I told him yes and then me… being stupid, clumsy me somehow sent a plate crashing to the floor. Before I knew it he’d stood up and slapped me.” You explained, fighting back tears of embarrassment. “I swear it felt like my eye was going to explode.”

 "Where is the son of a bitch?“ Dean practically yelled as he got up, threw open your bedroom door and started staling down the hallway.

 "Dean, stop.” You called, but he kept walking headed to the main exit.

 "I’m gonna rip his lungs out!“ Dean yelled as you ran after him.

 "Dean, stop, he’s not worth it.” You said, as you caught up to him and grabbed his hand.

 He finally stopped and looked at you. “Why should he get away with treating you like that?”

 "Because I didn’t let him get away with it.“ You replied making him give you a questioning look. "I broke his nose before I left.” You sound so innocent it made him laugh. “And I also… may have flushed the, very expensive, engagement ring down the toilet and told him to kiss my ass because he would never see it again.”

 "That’s my girl.“ He said through his laughter as he pulled you into a tight hug.

I just saw an interesting post:


And since not everyone read the novel:

Book 1, chapter 6:

At that moment, Guren hears a shriek coming from a different direction. Not only that, but the shriek belonged to the voice of a girl he knows quite well.


He turns to look. The voice came from where Class 1 and Class 4 were fighting in their ring. As expected, even from there came a cheer. The same kind of cheer reserved for Mahiru, and Shinya, when they appeared.

At that same moment,

“Kill her! Kill her!” Was chanted.

“Please kill her, Seishirou-sama!”

“Please kill that dirty Ichinose bitch!”

Guren looks closer. When he does, he sees Sayuri and Seishirou are fighting. However, Sayuri already seemed to be falling apart. She had been hit, and blood streamed from a cut on her lips. She gasped for breath, shoulders shaking. Furthermore, the front of her sailor uniform had been torn off, and she tries to cover herself with her left hand.

“What, you want more? Do you really intend to fight me one-handed as you cover your boobs?” Seishirou says opposite her, smirking meanwhile.

The other students laugh at that.

“In that case, please strip her bare!”

“It’s pretty brazen for cattle to wear clothes, after all!”

And so on, they shouted.

Seishirou holds his arms wide open as he takes their requests.

“You hear ‘em. Now, in response to everyone’s requests… let’s take your clothes off, hmm~” He says, and takes a step forward.

Sayuri responds by ducking, but Seishirou is overwhelming fast. Seishirou’s hand reaches for Sayuri’s breasts.

“Ugh,” Sayuri says, trying to slap the hand away. But her hand misses Seishirou’s, as he changed his fist’s trajectory towards her face instead, and strikes her.


Sayuri’s head jerks. Through the gap in her clothes, you could see her undergarments.

But Seishirou doesn’t stop his attacks.

“Cattle shouldn’t show off such filthy things.” He says, then striking Sayuri in the belly.


Her body bends in a shape like the letter C. He head goes down, before being kicked up like a ball.

It’s likely that at this point, Sayuri has already lost consciousness. The difference between Sayuri’s and Seishirou’s power was simply too big. He was an opponent Sayuri could do nothing against.

Which is why at that point, the referee should have called it to an end, but…


Seishirou keeps kicking Sayuri’s body. He’s trying to make the collapsed Sayuri get up. Even though she had lost consciousness, Seishirou grins while kicking her body.

Translations from gomigeemu

Book 4  chapter 2 :

All the enemies in the audiovisual room had lost their lives.

Mito collapsed on the ground.

Guren’s arm steadied her.

Her eyes full of tears, she gazed at him.

“…… You, you came to save me.”

Inside her, there was a sense of satisfaction. A sense of being restrained. Her desires were greatly excited.

Inside Guren’s mind, the demon whispered.

“Kill her”

Mito continued to speak.

“…… I, I, I’ve…… Been saved by you again……”


“…… I thought, I was done for…… I though everything had ended, I had given up……”

“Rape her”        (note: WTF NOYA)

His hand moved and gripped the front of her uniform.


Mito’s face was full of shock.

But not caring about this, Guren tore the front of her uniform.

“No!? What, what are you doing……”

His lips covered hers.

“Uwah……Uh…… Wait……”

At first she resisted somewhat. But Guren’s tongue pried her lips open.

She stopped struggling.

“…… Ah……”

Mito’s body went limp. She gave in to him.

She opened her lips.

Her eyes were still sparkling with tears. But her expression seemed to be of rapture.

“…… Gu, Guren…… I, if it’s you……”

She said.

Too easily, she gave in to him. Perhaps she was also under the influence of Mahiru’s spell. Fresh blood, death, life-or-death situations – these appeared in front of her eyes, these were the turning points that made her basic human desires lose control.

Translation from 2minutesofyourtime 

One of the color pages of this volume:

Mito’s reaction is probably justified by how much she needs a man to love, we also see how she plead for Guren to save her while in despair. (it seems that even Mito, need to crush over Guren and be in his harem, at first she had so much potential as a strong and independent woman, just like Shinoa…)


While the author justify Guren actions as Noya controlling him, and tries to lighten the context by making it so Mito wanted it later, it remains a fact, Mito didn’t consent on having her blouse ripped and kissing him at first. And because of her later “consent” it’s brushed as nothing.

When people complains about Kagami’s sexist writing or queer baiting, I often see some people brushing all that as “fujoshi’s complaint” or mere “ship war”.

Well, for those who disregard these problems as superficial ship wars and fujoshi obcessions. Sexist elements in story and queer baiting  only makes the general public reaffirm their already normalized belief that those things aren’t a problem but just fanservice. 

It’s about discrimination that many suffer. The erasure of those problems that brings discrimination in real life.

“this is ridiculous,” said ty. “when was the last reported case of death by swan attack?”

“just because you didn’t hear about it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen,” kit protested. “they’re always lurking. waiting for the next victim. they want you to let your guard down! you’re giving them what they want!”

admittedly, the swan was a little out-of-place. a tiny pond in a tiny park in the middle of los angeles didn’t seem like a place where swans would normally live. when kit had agreed to go on a date with ty to walk through the park, he never thought he would be agreeing to come face-to-face with his most feared nightmare. 

“there’s only one swan,” ty pointed out. “and you’re being dramatic. look at it; it’s just sitting there. what could it possibly do to you?”

kit shook his head. “there’s nothing you can say that’s going to change my mind,” he said. “we’re leaving now before that thing tries to eat my fingers off.”

as if it could understand exactly what they were talking about, the swan turned and looked at them.

kit, naturally, shouted and threw himself behind ty, who sighed and pried kit’s hands from his shoulders. “there’s nothing to be scared of. it’s just–wait a minute.”

kit swallowed. “what is it?” he asked. “that’s your time-to-be-scared voice. ty? is it going to murder us?”

“it’s a swan,” said ty. “we’re shadowhunters. of course it’s not going to murder us. it’s just that this–this particular type of swan, the mute swan, it’s um–well, they’re known to be somewhat vicious.”

“uh-huh,” said kit. “and what do you mean by vicious?”

“i mean that they maim pets and children on occasion,” ty said matter-of-factly. “but as we are not pets or children, i think we’ll be fine.”

kit smacked ty’s arm. “i told you!” he said. “i told you that they were bloodthirsty beasts, but you wouldn’t listen. and now there’s a swan out to get us, and it’s your fault.”

ty rolled his eyes and pulled kit farther away from the pond. passers-by were beginning to stare, and they weren’t staring at the swan. “it is not out to get us,” he said, “but if it would make you feel better, we can go get ice cream or something.”

kit smiled and took ty’s hand in his–for a warrior, ty had surprisingly soft hands. kit reminded himself to ask him what lotion he used when they returned to the institute. “that sounds great,” he said. “ice cream is indoors, and swans are not allowed indoors.”

“exactly,” said ty, and smiled. kit didn’t think he would ever get used to how gorgeous he looked when he smiled. 

“you’re incredible, you know that?” kit said. he turned so they were facing each other, hands still intertwined. they were standing close enough for kit to see himself reflected in ty’s eyes. “and you look really attractive today.”

ty flushed darkly. “you mean that?”

kit leaned closer, fully intending to kiss him because he couldn’t stop himself any longer, when the swan honked menacingly  and ruffled its feathers at them.

dragging ty behind him, kit took off at a dead sprint down the sidewalk.

(because cassandra clare posed this and i had to write something about it)