please like it or something so i feel like less of a waste of space

Time Out.

Hi. Jakei here. The real one.

I’m gonna delete the latest posts because this silly game is over. I learned something about this…”kind” of excersise. It was funny, but very serious as well..

Let’s get straight to the point.

In three days Underverse will have one year since I created the first animation, the pilot showing my favorite Sanses from de AUs. 

When I had the chance I tried to said all time this project started as a mistake, like a lucky moment to show people my love for art and videogames. But I learned to stop calling this story like that. Is just something that came up to my mind and made me feel more confident to do something I love with the chance to earn money with this to accomplish my goal to have my own house where I can live in peace with my only family that is my mother.

That’s my main goal. So, don’t think the rushers and haters are making me feel bad and forcing me to quit. I had to deal with real rude and evil people before, getting paid for being humillated from Mondays to Saturdays and coming back home crying because of a real stressing and miserable situation. I don’t think this is the same case here. I’m not receiving money from them. I keep with this because is a way when I can reach my goal giving love to my current job as a independent artist.

The latest posts were just for joking but I realized that some people was taking it too seriously. I’m very, very sorry for worrying you, but also I want to thank you for supporting me. Please don’t hate people who was involved into that shitpost, and don’t hate people who are really trying to hurt me. I don’t want you get hurt or having a bad time trying to defend me. 

Unlike other cases similar to this one. I learned to stop worrying about this. I prefer ignore this or even taking this with humor like I did this week for distract myself in some way due the delay of Underverse 0.3 has been a bit stressful to me because I’ll continue animating until the video is released. Stereohead Studios has also many important things to do so blaming someone is just useless and unfair.

Something that I’ve learned from other big artists that I admire with all my soul like Crayon Queen and Myebi/ Comyet… is that we have enough living hard situations in this world, in our personal lives, and the less thing we can do as recognized artists in this fandom is trying to make our blogs a nice place and spread positive feelings despite hatred and the amount of terrible asks people make to them, because we’re motivating people and teaching kindness and respect to each other.  Not for nothing exists options on this platforms to avoid those bad comments. Is a waste of time crying and messing up your entire day because two or three guys said something that could hurt you. 

Is not that hard when you’re used to it.

Those guys don’t even know you and You don’t know them. So… man… why even waste your thoughts and feelings when you can keep working on your own stuff and improving your skills? Making a space for you and your fans to laugh, to smile, to show you how far have you came because of their support.

You’re doing something you love and that matter. Probably others not, probably they won’t have to deal with this style of life. And I’m sure many of us started to be recognized thanks to this fandom. Everyone started with a little level or we was too shy to show our stuff. 

Drawing well, animating well, telling amazing stories won’t decide your happiness if you’re not happy, if you don’t try to trust happiness and show them that you’re really fighting for that.

If you feel your blogs or another places with things like “uuh I don’t like this thing i made” “I suck” “this person told me that and i’m so upset i hate them” “that person made something terrible go and hurt them because them deserve it” “i love what i do but my life is hell” “i’m tired of x and y because they want z” … things can’t change in your life if you don’t start by yourself.

I thought many times about cancel Underverse and leave this fandom, not only because of haters and stuff. It was because I was judged by many of other big artists that doesn’t like this kind of fandoms and are working in their own projects. I thought it was unfair because I was getting recognition because something that I didn’t create. I just created a fan story. 

I’m pretty sure when I post the next animation the chaos will be back again but I don’t even care. I don’t have 100k yet so I don’t have a multitude telling me what to do and asking me when. Anyway, if I had them, I wouldn’t still care. Because I have clear what to do and how to make it works. I’m not here just for teaching people how to draw or animate. I’m here too for showing them how to be nice and patient and how those two things can bring you to a better way to see the world. 

That we are real, nice people and we’re having fun, putting effort and love when we’re making something for you. Fandom or not fandom content.


Have a nice day.



And XGaster.

To the corner. Right nao.

Ohana

Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

Genre: Pure fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Like 2 swear words but that’s it

A/N: Because we all know there was some soppy convincing needed to get Dan to stay in Florida. Inspired by this ask over @nihilist-toothpaste.
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foxpaws10  asked:

Heeeeyyy, if you're still taking prompts how about "what do you want from me" for andreil with a shit ton of angst? ... And some fluff if possible ??? 😆 xx

one angsty andreil, just for you, my lovely friend! a little lighter on the fluff than i was aiming for, but what can ya do. also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


Andrew opens his eyes to the pitch black of their dorm room, unable to move, barely able to breathe. His back is to the wall, his hands are clenched in the sheets, and he is struggling not to bite through his bottom lip. Images of demons past play behind his eyes, so he does his best not to blink. Andrew jumps when Neil makes a small noise in his sleep, and he feels like the walls are closing in on him.

He climbs over Neil, careful not to touch him, and silently makes his way toward the door. He thinks he hears Neil call after him, but Andrew knows he will give him some space. At least for a little while. Andrew leaves the room, fully aware that this is just a feeble attempt at outrunning his own mind.

Neil’s weight beside him is now familiar and can even be a comfort, sometimes. But on the occasions when Andrew’s senses are on overdrive and the smallest movement feels like an avalanche, an earthquake, a fucking planetary realignment, Neil knows better than to take Andrew’s abandonment personally.

Neil’s hoodie is thrown on the back of his desk chair, so Andrew makes his way over to dig out the pack of cigarettes from the pocket. He thinks he could light it with just the fire on the edge of his tongue, but he grabs a lighter from the drawer just in case.

He opens the window with so much force that the glass vibrates harshly for several seconds. Andrew is unconcerned. He watches with disinterest as a small crack forms at the bottom of the windowsill. Whatever. It’s still functional.

He climbs onto his desk and pulls his knees up to his chest, leaning back against the wall before lighting his cigarette and taking a long, slow drag. Andrew wonders if maybe the smoke will clear out the tar in his lungs, if he’ll be able to breathe again. Probably not.

Time passes, and Andrew doesn’t notice. An hour, maybe two. His breath fogs up the window. He stares outside as the sun slowly illuminates the parking lot below. The Maserati begins to take shape, and he has the sudden urge to drive until he can’t anymore. Maybe through the mountains, maybe off a cliff. Who knows.

He must be spending too much time around Neil.

Andrew distracts himself by recalling the highest points of elevation in the United States from a geography book he read in high school. He isn’t even halfway through the list when he hears the bedroom door open. He doesn’t look, but the sound of the door closing lets him know that it’s just Neil. He never lets the door click back into place; he turns the knob and shuts the door, releasing it only when the door is fully closed and will make no noise. Andrew isn’t sure whose sake he does this for. Maybe Kevin’s, maybe his own.

He keeps his gaze trained on the parking lot until he feels Neil approach him. He slowly flicks off the ashes from his cigarette into the small pile he has made on top of Kevin’s history book. Ancient Rome or something equally as useless. Andrew doesn’t care enough to look. He turns his head to see that Neil has stopped a few feet away, running shoes in one hand and a hoodie in the other. He doesn’t say anything, but he extends the hand holding the hoodie, the same one that was on the chair. Andrew looks back to the window and takes note of the layer of frost on the outside. It’s probably a bit above freezing. Funny. Andrew hadn’t noticed.

He reaches out and takes the hoodie. Stares at Neil. Prepares to pry open his jaw and force out a reply to whatever Neil is about to say.

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The only solution (was to stand and fight)

Short coda to 2x10, addressing an issue from 2x08. Parabatai-centric, platonic Jalec. Family feels, talk about suicidal tendencies. Drunk boys. FLUFF.

Beta-read by @brizzbee

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“I guess you haven’t told her, huh?”

Jace opened his eyes and sure enough, he saw his parabatai standing over him. Alec was frowning and Jace could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

“I thought you would be with Magnus?” Jace deflected the question with a question and turned his gaze back towards the starry sky. He took another sip from the bottle he had been balancing on his chest as he sprawled on the roof.

He wasn’t surprised that Alec had found him. It was their spot, the one they’d discovered not long after Jace finally understood that his new family accepted him and stopped fighting them on every turn. Jace and Alec found this particular spot by accident, but it became their favorite place to hide when they needed a break. It was more or less hidden from the direct view from the rooftop doorway and had one of the ventilation exits blowing out gentle waves of hot air directly onto them, so they could stay warm even during chilly nights.

“Magnus is fine. We’re fine. He had to go assure the other warlocks that the Sword didn’t cause any damage outside of the Institute, and I was needed here. I’ll see him tomorrow.” Alec bent down and reached for the bottle. “So… you haven’t told her.”

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Decipiat

Bucky x reader 

Notes: swearing, fluff, angst, heartbreak, mentions of Steve x reader and Steve x Sharon Carter. 

Summary: When you find out Steve is cheating on you, Bucky is there to help you through it; along the way, his feelings for you grow, as do yours for him.  

One shot! I love Steve, I rly, rly do. But here we are. This is based on a request I got a while back from an anon. Duly note that I do NOT take requests anymore. I just needed to write something different than a series today. 

It’s exactly five months ago today, and it’s his birthday. No wonder you’re thinking about him so much when you promised yourself to never let another thought be wasted on a cheater. When Bucky walks in to the room, he instantly notices your struggle. With a small smile he takes a seat next to you on the couch, scooting closer carefully, until he knows you’re not gonna tell him to back off. He swings his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, kissing the top of your head firmly.

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Crescendo

Title: Crescendo 

Fandom: Star Trek

Relationship: Bones x Reader

Prompt: (from @kaitymccoy123) ‘Okie you get the colour orange* and the prompt “I never believed in soulmates until I met you.”’

*Orange - enthusiasm, fascination, deceit, creativity, a cold popsicle on a hot day (I interpreted this one as ‘not standing a chance’), success, jumping-up-and-down-in-your-chair-excitement, shifty eyes

Warnings: vulgarities, mentions of sex, Bones made a very stupid decision, a poor hotel room got wrecked, it got a little angsty

A/N: This is for @kaitymccoy123 ‘s The Spring Has Sprung Challenge (if for some crazy reason you still aren’t following her, go follow her! you won’t regret it!)! I already knew that I wanted to write for Bones, but when got my color and prompt I whooped because how can I have that assignment and not write a Soulmate fic??????? Soulmate fic’s are my weakness!!

In this Soulmate!AU, you receive a small, black, capsule-like Pill on your eighteenth birthday. Once it’s ingested, your Mark will appear within 24 hours and it will be your primary way of finding your Soulmate. Although, it’s not the only way you can find them. Skin-on-skin contact with your SM will result in a Bond snapping into place. The Bond will allow not only a sharing of emotions, but also a sharing of thoughts. It’s next to impossible to ignore the Bond once it’s been started.

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anonymous asked:

I noticed you mentioned that you're invested in Klance because it has the best opportunity to be steered towards canon. But what are the thoughts on Kallura? That has some better development in terms of character growth and developing a bond between. So could that necessarily be canon?

Warning! If you really like Kallura, you may not want to read what I’m about to say. I don’t have an actual problem with the ship itself, and I would never dream of hating on anyone who ships it, but I’ve been asked a question and I will answer it honestly. 

If I’m answering this objectively, I see far less development in Kallura than Klance. Klance fights, yes, but they have history and emotional involvement. Kallura has a bit of that, but it happened very suddenly and then was resolved very quickly. If a romance was to be formed between Keith and Allura, their conflict should have been stretched out to cause drama (like the continuing Klance conflict), but they resolved their differences very neatly (too neatly, in my opinion). Which tells me that Kallura was not the main aim, not romantically. The Keith-is-Galra conflict seemed like an excuse to develop Keith and Allura’s relationship in general (as well as Allura’s character, mainly), but it wasn’t a romantic lead-in, not with how it was structured. Also, it was… fairly awkward all around. And when Allura was captured that one time, Keith was actively, like, “let’s maybe not rescue her.” Like, even if they have a working friendship because of their situation, they don’t have much chemistry. A romance between them would seem forced, at least as it stands now. 

Now, my views on Kallura personally (which are a bit more bitter and ranty, so get ready).  

Kallura actively makes me uncomfortable, if I’m being totally honest. It doesn’t have anything to do with the characters themselves, really, but the implications behind the ship. Keith is the hotheaded hero and Allura is the princess. While she is perfectly capable of handling herself, this relationship is so entirely reductive and overdone that the thought of seeing something as diverse and interesting as Voltron plagued by such a relationship actually makes me upset. It’s so stereotypical–especially if Keith becomes leader (which I also hope doesn’t happen). It’s part of the reason why Shallura seems so plausible–because it’s the same potential “leader character falls for princess, etc, etc, etc.” Like, I don’t mind Shallura because it seemed like an obvious option from the beginning due to this same/similar trope (which meant I accepted it from the beginning), but, like I’ve said before, I won’t be butthurt if it doesn’t happen–I’m not emotionally invested because it’s so predictable. And I view Kallura the same way, because–to be frank–if the writers are going the way of Kallura, they’re probably going the way of Keith being the leader too and that’s a story that’s been told so many times before. Kallura is a romance that’s been played out over and over and over and over again. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of the bad boy and the princess. To the point where it nauseates me thinking about it. 

It’s not a matter of developement between them–I hope they do develop a better relationship–but as is, development could justify any romantic relationship in the show because every relationship between all the characters are so underdeveloped. But Kallura is the easy way because it’s a story that’s been told time and time again. Keith is the bad boy with the sketchy genes that make him somehow inferior, while Allura is the pure, morally correct princess type that initially disapproves of him. 

I do not want to see this romance again. Honestly, if it goes the way of Kallura, I’ll likely stop watching. I’ve seen it too many times. And I think it would be a royal waste of the potential this story has. They have such a diverse cast and such dynamic characters. I want to see something new and fresh. Yes, I am invested in Klance because I want to see these boys who hate one another become friends and realize they have feelings for one another, because it’s a story we see in fic, but that is never followed through within mainstream media. Kallura does nothing progressive and, in my opinion, is more hurtful to a narrative that is trying to bring in diversity than it is helpful. Keith and Lance have chemistry–be it antagonistic or not–and I want to see that followed through on for once. I don’t want to suffer the same disappointment I did in, say, the new Star Trek movies where the perfect relationship–Kirk and Spock–was set aside for some heteronormative trash that hurt both the characters involved (mostly Uhura). It is canon–as said by the original creator–that Kirk and Spock share a relationship strong enough to be physical, if that was the “style” of the time, yet that chemistry and potential was completely ignored. 

I’m tired of this. I’m tired of these heteronormative relationships with no chemistry cropping up into spaces that are perfectly viable for other relationships. I’m tired of writers being unable to see the potential because of some stupid societal expectation that everything needs to be cis and straight. 

I don’t care if Kallura was a thing in the original show or not, VLD is new and totally different and like they took a chance in making Pidge a girl/struggling with her gender identity, I want to see that trend continue. I want to see this diverse cast become even more diverse. I want it to be a thing that the lions chose these different, faulted people and that all of them represent different ideas and they can still be heroes and role models

If Keith does become leader, can you imagine how progressive him being gay would be? A gay, none-white leader and main character? Like, yes please!

The narrative doesn’t have room for Kallura without overshadowing other potential LGBT romances. So I don’t want it. I don’t want to watch another show fall into a boring, been there, done that love story when I could get a love story–albeit in the background–that is something progressive and fresh, at least to mainstream media.  

Kallura would ruin the show for me in so, so many ways and the idea of it happening literally pains me. I’d rather have no canon relationships than Kallura. 

And if you ship it, that’s fine. I’m happy you can enjoy it. But I really, really can’t no matter how I try. I’ve been trying to love every ship in Voltron, but I just… can’t with this one. 

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Outcast (High-School AU)// Mark Tuan

Originally posted by jordragon

Pairing: Mark x Reader (ft. Jackson, Jinyoung + Yugyeom)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Oneshot

Summary//Request: Being the school outcast doesn’t bother you too much - except for the grief you receive from 4 boys in your class - little do you know, Mark has always had a thing for you.

This scenario contains slight mentions of bullying.


It’s not that you hated high-school – you just hated the people that were in it. Everyone had their group, their clique that they belonged to; the popular girls, the popular boys, the kids that were dedicated to studying, the alternative kids that seemed to own mostly black clothing and so on, so forth. However; you never really found yourself ‘fitting’ into any of these categories. You wouldn’t have said you were completely dedicated to your studies, but you did well in your classes and the teachers recognised it. You weren’t so much interested or outgoing when it came to sports – but you enjoyed gym nonetheless. With that being said, you excelled the most in visual and audible arts with music being your favourite subject bar none – allowing you to express your creativity in whichever way you saw fit.

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Come Around More Often

Request:  hey! could you do a smut where you and arzaylea hook up regularly and she’s going down on you and then Luke walks in and catches you and you say that you’ve never really don’t much With a guy so arzaylea suggests that she teaches you and you shows you how to like fuck/suck him off?

A/n: So with enough persuasion from some lovely followers, I deiced to accept this request. I’m sorry if any of this is inaccurate, I don’t really know the mannerisms and vocabulary of  Arzaylea (I just watched some of her sc’s and vines on youtube). Anyways, thanks to the anon who requested this, hopefully you like it. I might end up doing more 5sos in the future…  PS: sorry it’s so long lol

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anonymous asked:

could you possibly do a request where naruto is really stressed about hid hokage duties and one night he just breaks down crying because everyone expects do much of him and sasuke cheers him up? A lot of fluff if possible! And thanks! <3

“Naruto?”

Naruto opened his tired eyes to see Sasuke staring at him lovingly.

“Sasuke?”

Naruto started waking up, stretching out his stiff muscles from falling asleep yet again on his table.

“Naruto get up or you will be late for work.”

Naruto jolted up in haste to Sasuke’s comment.

“What time is it?”

“7 am.”

Naruto immediately ran to the bathroom washed his face and teeth, quickly changing into his clothes at the same time and ran out the door. He didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Sasuke who was standing by the door looking at him run furiously back to the Hokage tower.

Naruto was surviving on such little hours of sleep lately, not like his normal hours were spectacular but at least he got more than 6 hours of sleep. Naruto would be lucky if he got more than 2 hours per night this week.

Everything had been piling up, the chunin exams were around the corner and so much crap had happened recently that his mind was literally about to implode from the amount of stress it was undertaking.

-

Naruto jumped through the window, he had no time to waste he walked over to a pile of urgent papers stacked in the corner of his room and started speed writing. He felt like his hand was working triple the speed, until a moment occurred and the words on his paper started to blur due to the velocity of Naruto’s eyes moving back, forward and across the paper to keep up with his hands.

“Hey Naruto, did you not get any sleep again tonight? Because you look like shit again.”

Naruto looked up to Kakashi with a very sarcastic face that said ‘no shit’.

“What do you think?”

“Most definitely no if you look like this pile of shit.”

Naruto irritatingly brushed off Kakashi’s comments and refocused on the papers which laid before him.

“Naruto please don’t kill the messenger, but we have a situation.”

Naruto dug his nails into the wooden desk which had suffered enough from Naruto’s stress this week, the wood looked bashed and tattered from the amount of times Naruto had clawed, punched and kicked it out of frustration.

Naruto was ready to receive another thing on top of everything that he already had.

“For fuck sake, what else could go wrong?”

“Shikamaru has reported strange activity in the forest west from here, it seems like a couple of rouge ninja have found their way to Konoha but we should be able to handle them on our own.”

Naruto rubbed his temples to find some form of release to his throbbing migraine.

“Fuck okay, um… Go round up a team of elite shinobi and back up Shikamaru.”

“On it.”

Kakashi was gone in a quick blink leaving a trail of clouds after him.

Naruto looked at his papers which all had red marks saying urgent on them and turned around to see the beautiful sunny day. He let out a deep sigh, wishing so desperately he could be out there again, doing missions, venturing the road less traveled. But his Hokage duties were constant and at times brutal. The amount of time and dedication being Hokage demanded was something he was never prepared for, or at least forewarned about.

The hours were heavy, his social life was slowly crumbling around him, he saw people close to him slowly back away to give him space so he could focus. But that meant losing valuable relationships in his life, losing time for friends and fun and ultimately losing time to be with Sasuke. Naruto was worried, extremely worried that Sasuke was going to say he didn’t want to be with Naruto anymore because all he did was work, he had that terrifying thought in the back of his mind for a while now and it haunted him everyday.

Naruto needed to stop thinking about everything but work, he needed to focus, he had a job, actually a responsibility to be the best Hokage there ever was. And now that he was here he would have to show them that they choose the right guy.

Naruto furiously started to write and read the urgent documents, signing and finalizing various papers which would heavily impact the upcoming year in Konoha. He only wished that the decisions he made today were the correct ones and that his choices wouldn’t come back to bite him in the butt later on.

-

“Naruto, have you finished the papers on the expansion?”

Naruto frantically started thinking about the 50 trillion papers he had signed off today.

“Uh…. Fuck Kiba, I did. But it’s in this giant ass pile. Can you possibly look for it because I have to keep going?”

“God Naruto how hard do they have you working that you can’t find a paper?”

“You have no fucking idea Kiba.”

Naruto kept writing the next lot of papers, looking through the fine print for water access into the village and the new proposition for lowering water demands in the village. He tried to wrap his head around the massive figures and statistics on the paper but ultimately it made no sense to him, as much as he re-read it nothing clicked in his brain.

“You look like your struggling there?”

“Fuck I need Shikamaru. Any chance you can find him and tell him to come in?”

“What am I your errand boy now?”

“Oh, please Kiba I’lle make it up to you?”

“Fuck fine, only because I don’t want you to assign me shit jobs.”

“Wise decision, thanks Kiba.”

-

Kiba left the Hokage tower feeling annoyed Naruto had him running his errands but secretly deep down he knew Naruto could use all the help he could get, he looked like he was about to have a mental break down from lack of sleep and raging amount of stress. If it wasn’t evident enough by the amount of papers piled in his room, his sagging eyes which screamed lack of sleep were also big indicators.

Kiba walked down the streets, kicking the rocks on the road out of his way.

He heard a very familiar voice talking around the corner, it sounded like Sasuke.

Kiba thought he had enough time to complain to the Hokage’s boyfriend about how annoying Naruto was for sending him on some annoying errands so he decided to turn the corner and find were Sasuke was hiding.

-

“Do you think these are nice?”

“Oh, yer they are beautiful, just like you.”

“Hm… they sure are pretty.”

Kiba was shocked by what he was hearing. He sneakily looked around the corner, peering so he could only see a slither of Sasuke talking to a very attractive man at the flower shop.

Was he cheating on Naruto? What was he going to say? He couldn’t stay quiet, but Naruto would be heart broken.

“I’lle get these” Sasuke pointed at a bunch of yellow flowers.

“Great choice handsome.”

“Hm., yer if I do so say myself they are really pretty.”

Kiba turned away, hastily running away from the scene. He was panting and over analysing everything he just saw.

-

Naruto had been sitting down writing, reading and signing for nearly 11 hours straight at this point, he didn’t even know what time it was or even if it was a different day but he didn’t care he just had to keep working. The elders expected his presentation to be ready for tomorrow, the design and curriculum of the new ninja academy was given to him and he was going to do everything in his power to do his best.

Naruto heard a faint knock on his door and slightly got irritated by it.

“Come in.”

Kiba walked in with slump shoulders.

“Hey Naruto.”

“Kiba, great did you speak to Shikamaru?”

“Yep, he said he can be over in 20 minutes he is just finishing helping Kakashi.”

Naruto could sense something was wrong with Kiba he seemed off, he didn’t have time to waste, but he also wasn’t a shit friend and didn’t want to brush Kiba off if something was bothering him.

Naruto needed to figure out how to be a decent human being and be good at his job without compromising anything.

“Is something bothering you?”

“Uh, nothing don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, come on Kiba, tell me, I know something is up.”

Kiba hesitated but ultimately decided to spill his secrets.

“Naruto, I might be over analysing or saw something that isn’t true, but I just thought you ought to know.”

Naruto’s mind was now fully fixated on Kiba, he anxiously waited the words which would come out of Kiba’s mouth, scared it might be something he didndt want to hear, or something he couldn’t deal with right now.

“I saw Sasuke with another guy…”

Naruto’s heart stopped the room became quite the air suddenly dropped a thousand degrees. He couldn’t focus on anything his head felt fogged with a thousand emotions.

“I don’t know what I saw but he seemed really close to him and the guy was obviously flirting with Sasuke, and he didn’t say anything he just casually went along with his flirting, I really hope I’m wrong I just thought you should know.”

Naruto gulped down harshly, feeling his throat close in response. He felt as though he was struggling to breathe, like someone was holding his lungs shut.

“Oh, don’t worry Kiba it properly was his friend, thank you for looking out for me though, if that Is all I have to continue.”

“Oh okay, I’lle leave you be.”

“Thank you Kiba, really that was very nice of you.”

Kiba sent a friendly wave to Naruto and left through his front door.

-

Naruto started to focus on the papers again, trying his hardest to focus on the words in front of him, but all he saw was Sasuke with another guy, they looked close, flirting. He tried to highlight a sentence but his hands were shaking furiously.

He tried to push through, but tears started to fall onto the paper and his vision was no more than blurred clouds of salty tears.

Naruto flung the papers aside harshly, slamming his pen down at the same time. He stood up abruptly and went to the corner or his room. Looking out to the village through the large windows, he saw his reflection, his dark sagged eyes filled to the brim with hot tears. His weak physic and his pathetic self, looking back at him, just looking.

If he was better at this, better at being Hokage, better at numbers and figures and just fucking better at his job maybe Sasuke wouldn’t be trying to find another guy right now? Maybe this was all his fault?

He was so fucking down, the tears kept rolling down his cheeks, falling one by one creating a small stream of pain, sadness, stress and ultimately failure.

-

“Naruto, you called for me?”

Naruto quickly wiped away his tears and turned around to face Shikamaru

“Are you okay Naruto?”

Naruto nodded quickly and brought Shikamaru forward.

“Yer I’m just tired, can you look at this please and try to explain what the fuck they are trying to say, the statistics on this paper just makes zero  sense to me.”

Shikamaru looked at the paper with an inquisitive face scanning everything with fine detail like most geniuses did.

“Wow, this is quite detailed. Are you sure you want me to go over all of it, it’s quite detailed it might take me a while to go through all of it?”

“Yer go on, it’s not like I am in a rush to get home or anything.”

Shikauramaru looked at Naruto with a confused look.

“Sasuke won’t be waiting for you?”

“Nope his out with a mate.”

“Oh okay, well then, let’s start from the beginning.”

-

3 am

Naruto closed his door and walked out the Hokage tower, he was in no rush to face Sasuke right now. He was too tired to fight and too emotionally unstable to hear that he was leaving him. He thought if he slept on the couch and left in an hour or two, Sasuke wouldnt even wake up and hear Naruto coming in or out.

-

Naruto quietly opened his house, trying his best not to wake Sasuke to avoid any fights that would properly be coming soon.

His house was lit with tiny candles everywhere, soft violin was playing in the back ground and beautiful yellow flowers where in a vase which had sticky note on them. He went forward to read the note that had a beautiful message from Sasuke.

-These flowers are for you, let them brighten your day just like you brighten mine, my beautiful sunshine.-

Naruto picked up the most beautiful sunflowers he had ever seen in his life, they were bunched together with a soft yellow ribbion which tied the 10 flowers together.

“Funny story about those flowers, the guy at the shop was hell trying to flirt with me so I would buy more but I was pretty set on those, because they remind me of you.”

Naruto turned around to see Sasuke standing in the midst of dimly lit candles. Suddenly his head ache, anger and tiredness had all vanished.

“Sasuke, what is all of this?”

“Well let’s just say I pulled a few strings and got you the day off tomorrow, so… if you would like to follow me?”

Naruto’s heart was pounding loudly within his chest and his skin vibrated when it came into contact with Sasuke hand as if each cell on his hand wanted to be closer and closer, until two became one.

-

Naruto was being dragged by Sasuke to the  bathroom, as soon as he was in the bathroom his eyes were met with a sight of pure bliss. The bathroom was lit with twinkling fairy lights which were placed all around the place. The bath was full of bouncing bubbles which were accompanied by warm water and drizzled with rose petals scattered on top of this scenic view There were candles by the window and a towel freshely pressed on the towel holder.

“Okay, either I’lle rip your clothes off or you can. Though not going to lie I would rather do it.”

Naruto chuckled lightly looking happily into Sasuke’s eyes.

“Sasuke, I can’t believe you…”

“Uh… no words just change.”

Naruto looked at Sasuke cheekily and walked closer to his partener so their bodies were no longer separated.  He slowly kissed Sasukes neck, tickling him in the process.

“Naruto, you know I’m ticklish.”

Sasuke started to laugh but quickly pushed him away.

“Naruto get changed or I will attack you.”

“Hm I guess you will have to do it your self.”

Sasuke looked up with lustful eyes, his fingers lingered on Naruto’s cheeks furiously fighting back the temptation to not remove all of Naruto’s clothes and take him into the bedroom.

“You are torturing me, but today is for you to relax and as much as sex sounds like heaven to me, its not going to relax you at all.”

“Shame.”

Naruto started to kiss Sasukes cheeks, moving down to bite his lower lip. Sasuke started pulling up Naruto’s shirt to reveal an extremely ripped body. He slowly pulled down his pants and boxers so he was left bare.

“Fuck this is difficult, here take ya dam rope and get in the bath.”

Naruto chuckled but did as he was told and as much as tempting Sasuke was fun a bath actually sounded like heaven for his aching body and mind.

-

As soon as Naruto touched the water his skin leapt in happiness. His muscles relaxed soothing into the warm sensation that was the bubble bath warm silky water.

His mind entered a state of absolute relaxation, he could felt the enormous pile of stress built in every corner of his body release. He opened his eyes and Sasuke was staring lovingly at him, watching Naruto like he was the most important person that mattered in his universe.

“So Naruto don’t laugh…but I may have learnt something for you.”

Naruto curiously looked at Sasuke whilst playing with the bubbles which floated around his knees.

“Uh, what is it?”

“Give me two secs.”

Sasuke left quickly and went off to the bedroom, Naruto heard shuffing and banging. He was superbly curious about what the hell Sasuke was on about.

Sasuke walked in with a classical guitar looking enormously shy.

“Holy shit you learnt to play the guitar?”

“Shut up usuratonkachi.”

Sasuke walked over to the bath and sat on the edge, he carefully placed his slender hands on the cords and looked up to            Naruto.

“Well, this is the most humiliating thing you will ever see, so… if you laugh at me I swear I will chidori your ass to the ground.”

Naruto chuckled a little then smiled cheekily.

“Go on Sasuke I wont laugh, or at least I’lle try.”

Sasuke raised his eyebrow in slight annoyance but decided not to already destory Naruto with his guitar.

“Okay here goes nothing.”

Sasuke started playing a beautiful tune that melted into the steamy air, each cord played sounded like heaven had touched Narutos ears. The soft tune played softly caressing every fiber in Naruto’s body. The rose petals floating on top of the waters surface seemed to dance in tune with guitar.

Naruto was in total ecstasy, his body and mind were being transported to the hills of spain. As he laid there in his hammock brushed by the silky fabric of water he lost all recollection that he was actually at home and in the bath tub.

-

Sasuke tapped Naruto gently, brushing away damp hair which dangled closely around his eyes.

“Babe you feel asleep.”

Naruto looked around, sad that his dream of spain and sweet classical guitar had ended.

He was astonished by how quickly he had been cradled to sleep by the soft tunes of Sasuke’s playing, what shocked him more is how Sasuke had learnt to play so beautifully without him noticing, was he that busy at work that he hadn’t noticed it?

“Sasuke, how did you learn to play so beautifully, you literally serenaded me to sleep?”

Sasuke brought over a towel for Naruto and helped him out of the tub.

“Well to be honest I only started last month, you have been so busy and stressed lately that I thought I would try do something nice for you.”

Naruto looked at this man, actually at this angel, even better yet at this god amongst men. Not only was he able to pick up an instrument and play it like an expert in one month, he was also the most caring and beautiful person on this planet.

“Hm, did you know I love you Sasuke?”

Sasuke had a small smirk on his face, his cheeks turned a soft pink, “I may be aware.”

Naruto was so blissfully happy in this moment with his partner, he didn’t want to waste a minute longer not fully appreciating every muscle, fiber and cell of Sasuke.

Naruto took Sasuke’s hand and dragged him to the bedroom. He through Sasuke onto the bed with enough force to not actually hurt the man.

“Wooh, Naruto your tired, its okay go to bed we can continue this tomorrow.”

Naruto cheekily smirked, he looked at his phone which was on the cabinet next to him, the time shined in the dark room, iluminating 12.30 am.

“It is tomorrow.”

Naruto let go off his towel and dimmed the light down, enough to still see the curves and dips of Sasukes body.

-

Bookshop

Originally posted by evansmaximoff

Sorry for not having posted in…years. I think that it has literally been a year or two since my last post. Whoops. Anyway, here’s a little story that I thought up that I hope isn’t too cheesy…(It’s pretty long though, I guess)

“So, you’re telling me that you moved all the way out here with no plan, with barely enough money to pay for a month’s rent, and no job prospects?” Y/N’s friend, Margaret, said to her on her first day in the country. Y/N nodded. “Bloody idiot.”

“Well, I’m here now. And here I will stay,” she said defiantly to Margaret. Her friend looked at her with worry, and Y/N felt her heart warming. “Don’t worry about me, Meg, I’ve got it all under control. The bookshop next door might be hiring, and even if they’re not, that won’t stop me from making a living somewhere.”

“Just… take care of yourself, Y/N. I have to go - Ministry work and all that - but please call me if you need anything.”

Y/N nodded and smiled at Meg as she apparated away. She breathed a sigh of relief once she  was gone. Y/N was terrified. Moving all the way from some random suburb in America to cute, little Brighton was quite the change. She really hoped that the bookshop next door was hiring, or she would be struggling to pay her rent this month.

//

“Do you do anything other than work, like, ever?” asked a concerned Margaret, two months later. The sky was bright, and the light shone from the single window in Y/N’s cramped kitchen. “I feel like you only take the day off when I show up. I bet you’re itching to go back and sort those books, aren’t you? Are you even listening?”

Y/N’s gaze rested on the view from the window as she thought about sorting books onto the correct shelves of the bookshop. What new books were in stock? Maybe she could find a new one to read for tonight… Her mind snapped back to the present as Meg addressed her. “Hm? No, I actually wasn’t thinking about work, thankyouverymuch.”

“Then what could you have possibly been thinking about?” Meg asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, uh,” Y/N’s mind raced for something to say. “Oh! I was thinking about this guy… who I saw at work a few times.”

Meg sighed. “Baby steps,” she mumbled under her breath, unaware that Y/N heard her. “A guy you say? Tell me about him!” Best friend mode was immediately engaged.

“Oh, no, no, no - it’s nothing like that,” replied a wide-eyed, blushing Y/N. “He’s very handsome, but he’s only come in twice. And he’s engaged, so it’s not like it could go anywhere - not like I want it to…” Her rambling was cut short by a giggle from her friend.

“A homewrecker! Oh, my, how scandalous.”

“Oh, shut it! It’s nothing! Were you even listening?” Desperately, Y/N sought to change the subject from her little crush. “Tell me how you’ve been, it’s been ages.”

//

At the bookshop, Y/N was clearing away books from one of the reading tables when her favorite blonde-haired boy stepped into the store, the bell above the door signaling his entrance. “Hello, how can I help you today?” greeted Y/N.

It had merely been two days since her conversation with Meg, and thoughts about this customer raced through her head in between conversation.

“I need a book to take my mind far, far away.” He spoke distantly, with an emotionless look in his eyes.

Y/N hesitated at his tone. Did something happen? Her mind held onto this curiosity, but she forced it back before the words could escape her lips. “Sure, are you looking for a fantasy novel, or something more emotionally gripping, as opposed to adventurous?”

Until then, he had avoided eye contact with Y/N, but in that moment he looked her straight in the eyes. She saw a mixture of pain and sadness that caused a lump to form in her throat. “My fiance and I just split up this afternoon, so what would you recommend for that?”

Y/N’s eyes widened. Unsure of how to respond, she remained silent, her mind racing. His voice was laced with bitterness and sarcasm, and she didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. “Well,” she cleared her throat, “I can try to direct you-”

“I’m sorry, but I think I’ve changed my mind. Sorry to have wasted your time,” he said, turning around and walking out of the stoor. When the jingle of the bell above the door stopped, Y/N’s mind cleared. Her eyes scanned the books on the shelves in front of her and, spotting the exact book she was looking for, grabbed it and threw it into a newspaper parcel tied with string.

She looked towards the register, where the store owner motioned for her to hurry up. Her legs took her swiftly outside of the bookshop, where she spotted the blonde-haired customer with the gray eyes walking down the sidewalk. She sprinted towards him and managed to catch up before he rounded the corner.

The man stopped and turned around, likely due to her loud footsteps. “I’m sorry, that was incredibly unprofessional of me back there,” Y/N managed in between her panting. She took a second to catch her breath before continuing. “So, please take this as a gift. I think you may like it.”

She handed him the parcel.  “Right,” she said with a new breath, “I should get back to work.”

“I’m sorry, but what is your name?”

He caught her by surprise, but she replied, “Y/N, sir.”

“Right. Well, take this. I don’t have very much cash on me so I hope it’ll do,” he said, handing her a golden coin. “I’ll be on my way.”

Before she could protest, he was already around the corner. She looked for him, but he seemed to have disappeared. In her hands sat a shiny gold galleon. So, he’s a wizard, she thought. Well, I have no use for this.

She put the galleon into the pocket of her overalls and turned to return to the bookshop, wondering where the man had apparated to, and what his name was.

//

“BREAKING NEWS: POWER COUPLE DRACO MALFOY AND ARABELLA ABBOTT BREAKUP”

The headline was everywhere, with the couple’s faces plastered over every magazine article, and every newscaster speaking about them. Y/N couldn’t care less. Their faces seemed familiar, though she chalked it up to seeing them everywhere. Why Meg felt the need to have the TV on celebrity news channels at all times was beyond her.

At any rate, she was glad to have returned to the bookshop for the night, for some tidying up before closing time. “You know, you don’t have to spend all of your time here. You should go out and do whatever it is young people do these days,” said Eve, the owner of the shop.

“I’m happy right here,” Y/N said with a smile. Besides, it’s not as if she had anyone to talk to in this country other than Meg.

Y/N moved to the back of the store, where there was a nook that was only a few feet across - about enough space for a maximum of three people to fit - with three walls lined with books on shelves. Because it was such a popular spot, it was a small mess. The single beanbag chair in the spot always had books laying underneath of it that kids had probably tried to hide.

Being in the back of the store meant that she hadn’t heard the bell above the door jingle with the entrance of a single customer. “Oh, hello,” she said with surprise as he stepped around a bookshelf to see her in this space.

“That book you gave me,” he began, stepping into the confined area of the nook, “was exactly what I needed.”

She smiled. “I’m glad you liked it. How can I help you today? I do have to let you know that closing time is-”

Y/N stopped as his arm reached over her shoulder to the wall behind her. In this space, he had to bend his head down to fit, causing their faces to be quite close together. Y/N could feel her face flush as his breath invaded her space. The smell of his cologne hypnotized her, but before she could say anything, he pulled back, book in hand.

Not realizing she was holding her breath, she audibly exhaled. “That one’s, uhm,” still quite flustered, she struggled with what to say about the book in his hand.

As she was about to speak again, his eyes flicked up to meet hers and suddenly their lips met. The taste of spearmint overwhelmed her, and the smell of his cologne again captivated her.

As he drew back, their eyes met once again. This time, Y/N recognized him from the faces plastered all over the wizarding world news this morning. For a moment, she wondered about that again. Her thoughts dismissed themselves when Draco Malfoy spoke. 

“That was horribly inappropriate,” he stated about himself. Y/N nodded. “Would you like to go out for a coffee, by any chance?” Y/N nodded. “Brilliant.”

Cry Wolf - Part Four

Summary: Dean loves his little sister, just as much as he loves his little brother, even if she isn’t technically his sister. But there’s a reason his Dad took her in, and it’s not purely out of the goodness of his heart. Could the girl who believes herself to be Sam’s twin really be a bomb just waiting to go off?
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Warnings: Angst-ish
AN: I’m on a roll guys… I’m so in love with this series. It’s just such a breath of fresh air for me, and keeping me sane. So thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback I’m getting for it! Feedback truly makes a writer want to write more… so much!
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A faint blue light filtered its way through the window, and your eyelids.

Your body felt heavy, as if every part of your body had turned to lead overnight.

Wait… overnight?

You tried desperately to open your eyes, only managing to flicker them for a moment before you gave up again. But you took in everything you needed to. The faint blue light was definitely the beginnings of dawn.

How was that possible? You saw the sunset not that long ago… before you’d… done what?

A small groan escaped your lips as you tried to process what was going on, but a pounding in the side of your head was making it hard to focus.

You were definitely not in bed anymore, the surface you were on was much harder, and you must have been sat on it for a long-time because your ass had that distinctive tingling numb sensation you always get when your left sitting for too long. Which led to your next revelation that you were, in fact, sitting, as opposed to curled up among the blankets to try and ignore the horrific pain you were in.

All of that seemed to have completely disappeared. Now, you were left with the mysterious pain in the side of your head.

“Dad, I think she’s awake.”

Dean was quiet, and for some reason he sounded scared. Really scared. Your brother never sounded scared.

Once again, you managed to pry your eyes open, just in time to see Dean crouch right in front of you. “Dean” you mumbled, and you made to reach out to him, hoping he might be able to steady your head, but you couldn’t. “Dean?” you added, panic rising as you realised that your hands were bound behind your back.

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ice thick tension, paper thin promises

pairing: jeon jeongguk | park jimin

genre: fluffy angst??? ft. sexual tension

word count: 2,239

prologue



It was true that Jeon Jeongguk was the poster child for the cause of playboys around the nation.

He wouldn’t deny it, truth be told he would probably fist bump the closest person near him at the statement.

His social media screamed of horny desperation, but somehow everyone found it endearing and attractive. After all, theirs almost matched the enchanting layout through and through.

Everyone except a certain pink haired boy that worked at the cupcake shop.

There were only a few bulletpoints and pointers that Jeongguk would react to in pure spite. Some of them being when Seokjin would tell him to wash the dishes, people never buying free beer that actually has flavor at parties, or when his marathon of his favorite anime is interrupted by commercials. But there was one written in bold letter in king size sharipe: he hated not getting what he wanted.

It wasn’t exactly a secret either, Jeongguk knew how to strut his stuff around every single person, whether it would be pulling back or overcompensating by miles to win over his catch of the week. And every time he had the same outline to follow to win them over.

‘Always act like you’re interested’

That wasn’t exactly hard to fake for the boy, he was interested, just not in the way some people would think. Jeongguk was ties free, no strings attatched, you would get two or three nights at best before he deletes your number from his contacts and forgets your name. He was more intterested in the physical aspect rather than the emotional front he had to carefully stitch together to win them over.

‘Ask them on a date, but always ask what they want to do’

Sure Jeongguk was heartless, but he knew when and where manners came into play and if he had to use them to get what he needed, so be it. He would talk to them a couple times, message back and forth to gather what the certain person of interest was like and what they were into before he would even ask about the date.

Sure he could get what he wanted without it, but the planned event was just for more brownie points a good measure to make sure everything go to as planned.

‘Bat your eyes, lick your lips, and smile when needed’

Flirting came naturally, but there were some things he just had to force out of himself to get where he needed to be.

Smiling. That was difficult for Mr.Sex on Wheels. Smirking, no problem, he quickly became a professional of the smug expressions and eyebrow lifts. Genuinely smiling, that was something he struggled with. There are only two people in the world that can bring that smile out of him and see him as a genuine kid. But he can still pass by with the pearly whites where it qualifies.

And after the date we all know what happens next.

‘Make them want to stay’

They always do.

He doesn’t even have to try.

They all know what he is like but each one has a certain hope that this time he will be different with them, that he finally changed. And he hates to let them down (he actually couldn’t care less) but he has to let them go at some point. Some last longer than others, but all have the same fretful outcome.

‘Pick the next candidate’

And luckily, Jeongguk has recently been scouting around since lunch.

Like most people at the campus, Jeongguk would walk in the closest restaurant they could get to without a full house. And when Jeongguk stumbles into the cupcake shop and spotted the backside of the boy with the pink mop of hair, he knew it couldn’t be a coicidence. There was no such thing as coincidences in his book, just fate. Fate of his physical desire and want.

He quickly strutted into the line and waited patiently for his time to shine.
That smile. Pink mop had a good smile he came to realize. He would hand each and every cupcake over the counter sporting a huge grin, waving the customers goodbye. And it didn’t disappear when their back turned around and walked out the door, he would continue to hum happily to himself as he waited for the next person to be ready and order. Jeongguk would feel bad if he had the physical capability to do so, a few of his wires were crossed and cut in the emotions department. He seemed like a sweet boy, Jeongguk knew how to scurry around those, fuel their hopes for true love and someone to go with on picnics at midnight and rose petals leading to the bedroom on Valentine’s day. He has done it all, nothing is hard to accomplish if you have done it five times over.

This boy would be no different, he could see it in the way he carried himself. His shoulders were stocked high, but shaking with force to keep them up and not let them shrink into the rest of his body. His chin, held up with his fist on breaks where he wanted to let his forhead fall against the chilly marble. He could see it in the way he bit his lip, a soft crease barely forming between his eyebrows when he messed up the icing on the way from the shelf to the plate or accidentally returning the wrong amount of change.

He would be exceptionally easy.

“May I take your order?” Jeongguk snapped out of his train of thought and noticed the two people in front of him was now a empty space far too away from that boy behind the counter.

“Uh, yes actually, I would like that cupcake right there,” He pointed at the chocolate cupcake covered in red sprinkles through the glass as the pink haired boy put on a new pair of gloves. Jeongguk ran his fingers through his raven hair, smirking slightly.

“Sure thing, will that be all?” He slid open the glass and placed the cupcake on a small plastic plate with a purple napkin folded neatly in his hand to place under the plate.

“No, actually, I thought the name of the cute boy that is giving me my cupcake would complete my order.”

Jimin looked up, smiling faltering slightly as he raised his brows, tapping a circle pinned onto his sweater. “It’s right there, in fancy lettering and all.” He chuckled, hiding the small film of awkwardness in the air. Jeongguk noticed as he switched his balance over to his right foot, scratching the back of his head.

Jimin wasn’t used to getting compliments from random boys walking into his shop, no one usually spared him a glance. Counting himself lucky if he would get one smile in return at the end of his shift.

Park Jimin’ The name suited him nicely enough. “What a nice name,” Realization suddenly sparked in his irises, he brought his hands to his sides and clutched to the fabric of his the apron tied around his waist.

There it was.

His smile was wavering, trying to stay on his face even though it hasn’t wanted to be there since he saw Jeon Jeongguk’s face.

“Yeah, thanks, so if that is all your total will be—" This would be fun, Jeongguk barely ever got these types of toys anymore. The ones who wanted to fall head over heels, but know they could never with anything attatched to the name Jeon Jeongguk.

“You think you could write your number on that napkin?” That’s it, the smile was gone.

“Actually, I don’t think that is a good idea, so if you want your cupcake, that will be all thank you. Please, enjoy the rest of your day.”

Guarded and hard to get, Jeongguk couldn’t help but be grateful for the fact he walked through the glass doors today of all days. He was in need of something different from time to time, he wasn’t the only one wasting their time with a relationship either. While the others were busy falling in love, he was forcing himself to act like he was, and that could get tiring on a grumpy day. He cleared his throat, barely letting his tongue touch the the edge of his lips as he ran it across them, “Are you sure, Jimin? I would love to talk to you sometime.”

“Listen, that is nice of you to say, I am flattered really, but could you please pay and leave, there are other people behind you waiting.”

There wasn’t, Jimin just wanted him gone and Taehyung was around back, far away from saving his ass. Today was Wednesday which meant he was sorting supplies and when he has his headphones in to pass the time, he makes sure he can’t hear anything to distract him. It wasn’t his falt he got distracted by the birds chirping last time, they shouldn’t use their sign as a perch anyway.

Park Jimin was screwed. Majorly, royally screwed. How was he supposed to get rid of someone like that?

He wasn’t going to lie, Jeon Jeongguk was attractive, anyone would say that. But Jimin has come to the fact that someone that attractive isn’t exactly relationship material and he wasn’t setting himself up for a disaster that would crash and burn a week later.
Jeongguk looked over his shouder huffing lightly, “I don’t see anyone, babe.”
His cheeks flushed, tinting to a dusty pink from rose petals, ears slowly following in their footsteps.

“Don’t call me that, just take the cupcake and leave, you don’t even have to pay, just please leave.”

He really wanted the bastard to pay for the damn cupcake but he was becoming desparate. He didn’t know what to do anymore and he was quickly running out of options before he ran in the bathrooms and his from the boy.

“Who are you calling babe? The only person I see here beside you and me is Jimin. And Jimin only allows me to call him cute shit like that. So that brings me to my next question I am dying to have you answer for me, who are you?”

Bless everything holy in the name of Kim Taehyung. Jimin sighed, leting his shoulders fall from their programmed position, blowing a strand of hair away from his line of vision.

“Excuse me?“

Taehyung knew he was, everyone did. He wasn’t oblivious to campus gossip or the frat parties that clogged study schedules, he just wanted Jimin to stay safe from that boy’s radar.

"Jimin, you don’t know who I am?”

Of course he did, Jimin crossed paths with him a few times in the dance studio practicing for upcoming competitions or when he needed a stress releaser.

Taehyung had blowjobs.

Jimin had dance.

“I’m sorry, should I know you?”

He hated it, hated the saliva pooling in his mouth, wanting to swallow the feeling of guilt off his taste buds. He wanted to look anywhere but into the set of sparkling eyes, hell, he wanted to crawl under the counter and have Taehyung get rid of the dashing boy. And he was all for it, he was ready to get on his hands and knees and call it a day but there was one nagging voice in the back of his mind. The nagging voice is currently three feet in front of him babbling and had really good hair, but it is in the back of his mind nonetheless.

“So, what about it, Jimin?”

“No, no fucking way, Jeon. Jimin, I swear to god—”

Apparently the nagging wasn’t so important to actually listen to…

“I knew that you knew me, Taehyung. Yoongi says hello by the way.” Jeongguk winks as the Almighty Taehyung’s shoulder suddenly buckle into his chest.

“I change my mind, do it, Chim.”

He looked back and forth at his best friend and the current pain (though attractive) in the ass he is currently having to deal with until his lunch shift is over. He glanced at the clock above Jeongguk’s head to see if he could run back to classes, but once again, the world hated his existence and he had fifteen minutes left.

“What am I doing exactly?”

Jeongguk chuckled as he placed his hand on Jimin’s arm. “You really don’t like listening to me, do you?” Jimin shrugged off the firm grip on his shoulder, furrowing his brow.

“No, not really, but I would at least like to do what I am getting myself into with you.”

“Oh, you’re getting into everything, good luck, babe. I got to get going, your friend over there can explain it to you. Have a nice day, Park Jimin. I can’t wait to see you again.”

And with that, those broad shoulder quickly turned around in his Timberlands and walked out the same door he waltzed into earlier. Jimin was completely sure he was on a mission to ruin his life.

And Jimin was correct.

Jeon Jeongguk was going to get Park Jimin on his leash no matter if he went down kicking and screaming. And as soon as he started running,he was going to let go of it and wait for him to crash and burn.

“Would you mind telling me what just happened and who the fuck is Yoongi?”

“What’s happening is your going to break that dicktwitch’s heart to pieces.”

Selfish II

Selfish II
[Selfishness was often followed by consequences │ Suga]

Part I

Namjoon grinned as he told you about his newest project. You knew first hand how hard he was working. He’d find himself hauled inside of the cafe more often than not, in an attempt to write songs. Now that the album was in production he felt a huge weight lifted.

“That’s awesome. Maybe you two can finally get some sleep.” you smiled, setting their drinks beside them. “Namjoon here’s your Americano and Yoongi here’s your macchiato, 3 shots of espresso and a splash of milk”

Namjoon leaned on his hand looking at the two of you. You never asked for his order, but you rarely did. He came pretty often, but you didn’t ask for Yoongi’s either. And he had no idea how you knew his Hyung’s very specific coffee order. “Have you ever been here before Hyung? ”

Yoongi sputtered his drink a bit as his eyes met with yours. “Um…I..” he cleared his throat. “I’ve been here a few times. Why?”

He smiled “I was just wondering how she knew your coffee order.” Looking to you his smile widened. “You must have a really good memory.”

“I do my best” you scratched the back of your head. “So what do I owe this visit?

Yoongi sighed, taking a sip of his coffee. He actively avoided eye contact, but occasionally his gaze would meet your and he just got so uncomfortable. Why? Why the hell did it have to be you? Out of all the people in the world that he could have slept with it was the one person that was off limits. But it wasn’t like it meant anything… It was a one-time thing. There should be nothing to stop Namjoon from dating you. And he was happy for him…Wasn’t he?

He hated that he knew he wasn’t.

He hated that you were still able to smile so happily.

What was wrong with him?

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agthoven  asked:

If you're still taking prompts, can we have Luke talking with Force Ghost Chirrut and Baze?

There’s a terrifying sort of peace on Scarif, a silence that echoes in the Force. As Luke walks along the beach, the ocean to his right and the scant remains of the old Imperial Archives to his left, he can’t help but feel restless. There are too many dead people here.

Some of them even talk.

The first one he finds is a man dressed in robes that look faintly like a Jedi’s. He’s sitting cross legged on an overturned, gutted shuttle engine (more like floating, but it’s the ghost equivalent way of sitting and Luke doesn’t nitpick) with a long staff resting on his knees. It’s the first time Luke has ever seen a ghost holding a weapon.

“Hello,” the ghost says without turning around to face Luke.

“Hi. I’m Luke Skywalker.”

“Ah! Luke!” The ghost stands up, the staff in one hand, and spins around, and his eyes are white and pupil-less. The ghost smiles at him. “The Force speaks highly of you. My name is Chirrut Imwe.”

Luke nods. He’d heard of the man, and read as many records of him that he could find. There hadn’t been many.

Chirrut tilts his head to the side, no doubt an old habit from life to hear someone better.

“I sense you came here for a reason.”

Luke clears his throat and nods again. Wait. No. “Yes,” he says quickly. “Uh, can you see me nodding?”

Chirrut only smiles. “The Force sees all.”

Luke licks his lips and just decides to stick to nodding. “I came here to find some answers.”

“About?”

Luke looks at the distant desolation, already overgrown with plant life. “About Imperial projects. The Emperor is dead and the Empire is fractured, but still his projects find ways of coming back to bite us in the ass.” Luke sighs. “When they said this place was annihilated completely, I should have listened.”

Chirrut’s eyebrows raise up. “So it was a waste, coming here?”

“No. I mean, a little. Uh.” Luke rubs the back of his neck and gestures at Chirrut. “I met you. That’s not a waste.”

“No, I don’t believe it is,” Chirrut says. “Do you have any questions for me, young Skywalker?”

Luke points at the staff. “I’ve never seen a ghost with a weapon before.”

Chirrut looks down at his staff. “This is a walking stick.”

“I can see the energy core. That thing looks like it packs a punch.”

Chirrut grins, and his blue image flickers. “It did.”

“I–” Luke starts to speak again, but feels something like a cold wind brush along his shoulders. The hairs on his arms and neck stand on end.

“Don’t move,” a deep voice says behind him.

In front of him, Chirrut scoffs. “Really, Baze? He’s a guest. Luke Skywalker!”

“Luke Skywalker?”

Luke turns around slowly to find a tall ghost with wild hair and hard eyes and a mean-looking blaster cannon aimed at Luke’s center mass.

“That’s me. Nice to meet you…?”

“Malbus,” the ghost grunts.

“His first name is Baze,” Chirrut adds in. “He isn’t usually this rude.”

“That’s a lie,” Baze says as he walks through Luke and over to Chirrut. “I’m always this rude.”

Chirrut purses his lips. “Where’d you run off to again?”

“I was looking for you. Please don’t wander off like that anymore.”

“I barely went two feet. I swear, I die once in your arms and now you won’t let me out of your sight. Baze, my love, I do adore you, but I need space every once in awhile.”

“We’re ghosts in the Force, Chirrut. We don’t have corporeal bodies. We literally can’t take up *any* space.”

Luke politely clears his throat before they can continue with their banter.

Both Baze and Chirrut turn their heads toward him. Chirrut smiles; Baze almost looks a little less likely to kill him with his inexplicable ghost weapon.

Luke points. “Baze has a blaster. Why do you two have weapons?”

Baze looks from his blaster to Luke. “If you died in the middle of a bloody battle, wouldn’t you keep your weapon?” he asks.

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger; background Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson

Setting: Canon-divergent, soul mate AU;  alternatively, the Running With Scissors AU

Word Count: 1,307

Written For: @dhrfaves [favorite side ship + favorite AU]



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Draco is sixteen when he wakes up to a searing, almost effervescent pain blistering across the inside of his right wrist.

He knows what it means—everyone does—and he switches on his bedside lamp with heavy limbs and a shuddering sigh. He has to count backwards from ten before he’s gathered enough courage to look down.

And what he sees—

He clenches his teeth to hold back a choked-off roar of frustration, molars grinding and enamel cracking, squeezes his eyes shut against the sickening lurch of dread knotted like a noose around his chest and his throat and his lungs—because his soul mate is a death trap. A death sentence. The world is falling apart, has been for months, and he’s already made his choice; he’s already picked his side, hedged his bets, put a price on his parents’ lives.

He doesn’t have room for this.

For her.

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Water Rings On Wood

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Prompt: “I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”

You stared absentmindedly at the ring of condensation left on the bar from the drink you held in your hand. You could feel the bass of the music beating steadily through you but the music itself never reached. Your breathing was slow, rehearsed. This wasn’t your first time. 

You knew Wanda was watching you every few minutes from her spot with Vision near the DJ. She knew why you felt like you did. She always knew everything, even before she had her powers you suspected. She just seemed the type. You also knew she was trying to mind Vision. He wasn’t the best in public sometimes, still a bit socially awkward and last time everyone was out he went to tell Clint something while he was using the bathroom and as funny as the story of Clint almost peeing on Vision while he appeared through the wall where the urinal was the commotion afterwards got you banned from that club.

The person in the bathroom now though was Pietro and the story that would be told would not be one you would want to hear repeatedly since he hadn’t gone in alone. 

You finished your drink.

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xiz0r  asked:

I need Fenris & Hawke fluff! As their relationship develops, I always assumed Fenris would increasingly stay over Hawke's mansion more often. Having been on the run for so long, I don't imagine Fenris would have much belongings and I want to read about Hawke giving him some lounging clothes or something like that to make him feel more comfortable at home. Maybe Orana would've given Hawke a hand at picking out some of those. Bonus if theres a fluffy bathrobe with the Hawke crest on it in there!

“I got you something,” Hawke said, and Fenris, warm and slightly dozing, quirked his lips and didn’t open his eyes.

“Again?” he asked, the deep rumble of his voice low and content, and he felt Hawke’s arms for a moment tighten around him, felt the scratch of his beard against an ear as he kissed his hair. Fenris didn’t want to move, but after a moment he was forced to, as Hawke began to get up. Fenris groaned and he protested, he tried to pull him back. How strange it was how perfectly content he was to waste the day abed when the mage was nearby.

Hawke laughed, and finally slipped free, and Fenris stretched out alone on the man’s massive bed and watched his bare and slightly fuzzy ass cross the room. He liked his big thighs and his trim waist, the tapering of his broad, muscular back, the flex of his arms. Fenris propped himself up against the headboard and tucked his hands behind his head, and he let his eyes lazily linger anywhere they pleased.

“You should not keep buying me so many gifts,” he said, as Hawke opened his wardrobe. Fenris kept a few items there now, for the sake of convenience when he slept over. He liked the smell of Hawke on his clothes when he returned to the mansion.

“I like to keep my guests comfortable,” Hawke answered him, in that tone that said he wasn’t quite saying what he wanted to say. I want you to know you have a place here, he meant, perhaps. I want this to be your home. Hawke had yet to go so far as to ask Fenris to move in; he respected the elf’s need for his own space. But when Fenris came over, Hawke often engineered to keep him there as long as possible.

It had its effect. The mansion, slowly but surely, was growing to feel more cold. Fenris spent less and less time away from Hawke’s side. He required less time away.

Fenris’s voice was light when told him, “I happen to be very comfortable,” and though he couldn’t see Hawke’s face, he knew he was smiling.

At last Hawke found what he was looking for. He pulled it from the wardrobe, and turned back to Fenris with it in hand.

Fenris tried to school his face, but he must have failed. He saw the disappointment flicker, quickly, across Hawke’s eyes at his response.

The robe looked warm, and soft, a flattering crimson color with Hawke’s crest embroidered onto the right breast. On Fenris it would have fallen comfortably past his knees.

Hawke looked at it, then back to Fenris. “Well?” he asked, a little gruffly. “What’s wrong with it, then?”

“Nothing,” Fenris said. He rose from the bed and moved to join him, to reach out and touch the soft, warm materiel. It would feel good against his skin, even on the days when there had been too many battles and his markings ached.

“You don’t like it,” Hawke said.

“I don’t dislike it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I would rather wear yours.”

Hawke snorted, until he realized he wasn’t kidding. Fenris petted the soft material of the robe, and hoped he wouldn’t have to explain just why, exactly, he loved feeling the weight and the warmth of Hawke’s robe around him, the scent of the man overwhelming. He liked the burned singe on the left sleeve from a careless candle, and the crumbs from the dog treats Hawke stashed in the pockets for Flower, and the mustard stain on the lapel. It was ugly and old and worn, and he liked the casual intimacy of it – of wearing Hawke’s clothes, of claiming the mage for himself. He liked that there was a place for him in this man’s life, and that Hawke did not throw out the old and comfortable in favor of the new and fashionable. 

Hawke was watching him, with that gaze of his that saw so much. His frown was thoughtful. He didn’t ask Fenris to explain.

Fenris said, “I don’t mean to appear ungrateful,” and Hawke frowned some more.

“You can still wear mine,” he said at last. “But this one is yours, when you want it. An option. I can’t very well take it back, anyway.”

“An option,” Fenris repeated. “Thank you.”