shut up little man

Chris Evans dating someone younger would include

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

  • not giving a single skittle about what other people think of you 
  • he actually likes being older than you
  • it gives him more reasons to be overprotective
  • he likes being the “experienced” one 
  • giving you cute lil nicknames
  • always calling you “little one” just to annoy you
  • “shut up, old man”
  • him mostly being the big spoon
  • but when he’s feeling sad and anxious, you don’t really mind spooning him
  • “when i was your age….”
  • him laughing because you’re so cute when you’re mad
  • he adores kissing your hands
  • and in winter, when your hands get really cold, he likes to take them in his hot ones, rub them together and give them little kisses
  • always being there when you’re feeling down
  • him being interested in your hobbies and attentively listening to you when you’re talking about the things you love
  • forehead kisses
  • him being ever-so-gently with you
  • because you’re his “china doll”
  • whenever you’re feeling sad about negative comments on your relationship
  • he always takes your hand, pulls you in for a dance as he softly sings “how deep is your love” by bee gees
  • “they all should let us be, we belong to you and me”
  • eskimo kisses
  • when you’re asleep, he loves staying up to look at you and admire your exceptional beauty
  • caressing your skin softly with his fingers
  • thanking universe that he’s alive the same time as you
  • pulling you close to him
  • breathing in your scent
  • “god, i’m so lucky”
Popcorn Date

Title: Popcorn Date

Paring: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,689

Warning: Cavity level fluff that turns smutty

A/N: I’ve been having this dream for months, thought I should share. The humming I talk about you can see in this video, just go to 17:05 and watch them talk about it, it’s pretty great. He does the humming thing again later on and Jensen can’t stop laughing. Anywho, enjoy dorky cute smutty Jensen!!

“Dude, just go ask her!” Jared nudged Jensen so hard he stumbled a little, falling into the side of Baby.

“Shut up! Come on man!” Jensen looked over his shoulder only to whip back around. “Shit, dude she’s coming over!” Jared started laughing before falling into a coughing fit as he tried to hold it together.

“Uh, hey guys. Jared you dying or something?”

Jared just shook his head, trying to keep a straight face. Jensen’s eyes went wide as he slowly shook his head, silently wondering what the hell had gotten into Jared.

“You guys sure you’re good?” you looked between the two boys.

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The Mixed Tape

A Polyfarms Soulmate AU where songs sung by your soulmate get stuck in your head. 

Kinda for @charmerweek but also an 11k monstrosity so take of it what you will. 

Also on AO3 

November 2013

*beep beep beep*

A hand slams down on the analogue alarm clock next to the full-sized bed. The hand retreats underneath the Shark’s comforter. The afternoon air is still and quiet. Something shifts around the bed, A tuft of black hair peeks out as a loud groan is admitted from somewhere within its covers. The hand slips out again, reaching for the iPhone resting on the nightstand. A bleary-eyed teen pokes his head out to check the time on the screen.

4:35 pm the phones reads.

“Shit,” the boy curses.

He jumps out of bed. He scrambles to slip on his ratty, black converse. Hastily, he snatches his keys and slings his backpack over his right shoulder. He rushes down the steps, ignoring his sister’s protests to slow down.

“I’m running late,” he shouts over his shoulder. He runs through the garage, picking up his skateboard. He’ll hardly have time for his pregame playlist. He sighs, fishing his earbuds from his backpack, selecting the proper list on his phone before opening the garage door.

“Close behind me!” Chris hollers at his sister. He presses play, slipping his phone in his back jeans pocket. With a foot on the board, he peddles a few steps—allowing the steep hills of San Francisco to carry him all the way to hockey practice. Fortunately, today was only a scrimmage.

“I hope they’re not busy night now,” he mumbles. Thinking of his soulmate—out there somewhere—as he hums along, “the faster we’re falling, we’re stopping and stalling…We’re running in circles again.”  

Meanwhile, approximately three hundred miles south, a girls’ volleyball team is in the midst of a warm up for a regional qualifying game. A tall brunette is in the middle of passing drills with her partner when a familiar song floats into her head.

“Change,” she shouts at the team manager, a petite blond girl in a faded polo and spandex.

“To what?” the manager shouts back.

“In Too Deep,” the girl shouts back.

The manager gives a thumbs up, switching the song quickly. It was commonly accepted on their team that soulmates could be distracting and it was easier to join along with them than it was to counteract their songs with other music.

“Just as things we’re looking up,” she shouts. “You said it wasn’t good enough.”

“But still we’re trying one more time,” her team chimes in, causing Caitlin to laugh.

Somewhere in Massachusetts, a prep school hockey team is in the middle of the third period of a regular season game. One of the defensemen hears a song crescendo in his mind. He chuckles to himself.

“You always know how to make a game more interesting,” Derek chirps his soulmate.

He rushes a winger as he sings, “maybe we’re just trying too hard. When really it’s closer than it is too far.”

In a small town in Maine, a high school senior is amidst a typical party. He tries to ignore the music in his mind. Forcing himself to enjoy the tedious conversation he’s having with someone’s cousin who’s visiting from out of town. Unfortunately, the song has gotten so loud he can hardly concentrate.

“Will you excuse me?” He says, not bothering to hear the answer as he pushes away from the girl. He bolts out of the basement, finding a quiet corner near the backyard door.

“You really suck sometimes,” Will announces to whoever figured out how to make their music so blaringly loud. He doesn’t have much option other than to join in, “cause I’m in too deep, and I’m trying to keep. Up above in my head, instead of going under.”

The song ends almost as quickly as it starts. There’s a few punk songs that come up, and some Kesha that happens at one point. Will has learned not to think too deeply about his soulmate’s music taste. He’s realized that it’s too dynamic and varying to give a real sense of who they are. He feels like he knows them, though. He’d love to know how they get so incredibly fucking loud at the weirdest times, but there’s not much he can do about that…yet. Yet, he keeps reminding himself. Soulmates meet each other eventually, his mom reminds him constantly.

Considering he’s grown up around the same small group of people, Will’s relived it’s not one of them. It means that he won’t be stuck here his entire life. He’s going places. He’s going to fall in love…someday.

The music stops after twenty minutes. There’s a comfortable silence in which the music of the party he’s at is quiet in comparison. It gives him time to decompress. Later, he’s sure he’ll here some Queen or Pat Benatar. He’s pretty sure his soulmate is an athlete, but the jury’s still out on that. It’s something they’ll bond over. He can feel it.

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tatletaletales  asked:

If you don't mind me asking - what exactly is going on in France right now with the election? My french is very standard school french so I have a hard time reading all of your posts (still good practice) or french newspapers, the newspapers here don't really report anything on the topic, outside of the most basic stuff, and you seem to have opinions / a lot of sarcasm to share. If you don't mind typing it up in english that is. Sorry to inconvenience you :/

Haha don’t worry, it’s no bother !

To sum it up, the french elections are next sunday (I think ? not the one that comes, the one after) and it’s a M E S S

The current president (François Hollande, Socialist Party) will leave after 5… very hectic years, I guess. i mean, he tried I think ? But the conclusion is here: unemployment is high as fuck, the poorest households are poorer and poorer, and the richest ones are richer and richer.

As for the candidates as France’s Next Top Model, reality TV couldn’t have found a better cast if they tried: they’re 11, they’re full of ideas, they’re full of salt, they’re not above biting each other to blood. 6 of them are considered “small” candidates, as they barely have any screentime and room to expose their ideas (they only have been invited at the second debate, the one with every candidate, because people complained the first debate was only with the “Big Five”, and suddenly I feel like it’s the Eurovision), those 5 are “big” candidates (read: likely to go to te final face-to-face two weeks after the first round)

I say the candidates should gain the mantle by fighting in the mud (blades authorised, no guns), the constitution says they shall be elected, and for some reason the majority of the people here seem to think the boring solution is the best. Too bad, I think the candidates are so full of anger that they’d rather fight in the mud also. 

 Anyway, to sum up the candidates (random order) 

- Hamon : big candidate, he looks like a hobbit and represents the Socialist Party. TBQH I didn’t follow what happened in his party but apparently not everyone is after him ? The problem is that, after 5 years of Hollande, the party is quite weak so.

- Lassalle : small candidate, from what i got he’s a farmer ??? from a tiny village in the mountains ???? he’s the mayor there ???? and he played rugby for years like his nose is all broken and he speaks lie a rugby player. On the center I think ??

- Arthaud : she’s a teacher (of economy I think ?), member of the Lutte Ouvrière, a trotskist union. She is SAVAGE, she is ANGRY, elle est là pour NIQUER DES MERES. Small candidate 

- Cheminade : he wants to colonise the moon and owns a collection of 18 000 euros  of precolombian and prehistorical artifacts. You’d think that with such ideas he’s a big candidate, but no. i think he’s on the right

- Le Pen : sadly huge. you see the KKK ? well, with no hood so we can all see her dirty face and get her dirty spit from her dirty mouth and her dirty ideas on our faces. also steals money. “i understand your suffering” she says to the poorest people of france, while napping in her family’s castle

- Mélenchon : big candidate. how do i even begin to explain jean-luc mélenchon ? very savage too, he’s the number one of the youtube game. he has a manga about him and a video game. On the very very very left but nooooot extreme left, ya feel ? 

- Macron : he’s a fucking banker some people want to vote for him because they find him sexy (allosexuals need to STOP) he has no ideas no program, “yo i’m not the left i’m not the right” yeah shut up man but man how can you have so little dignity that you can say to both Mélenchon and Le Pen in the same breath “I agree with you” ???????? big candidate i dont get it

- Asselineau : small. wants the frexit. Exists I guess

- Fillon: right-right. big. So stupid i actually believe he’s three squirrels that are trapped inside a corpse. he needs to give back the money he stole, by giving fake jobs to the members of his family. Lately he said something like “it’s so hard to spare money, how you do it”. you win like, 200k a year you shitbag. never open your mouth ever again.

- Poutou : he’s a factory worker and he has no chill, and eats spoonfuls of both sugar and salt every morning. He knows he doesn’t have any chance to win, but he takes every occasion he has to remind the others that the people they claim to represent actually exists and wants to have a voice, too. 

i counted 10 and there’s one i forgot but who ????? sorry i guess dude ????

there was a debate with the eleven of them the other day and. Idk if you’ve already watched reality tv with like, people getting angry and snatching wigs over butter forgotten on the counter or toothpaste not cleaned in the sink ? it was that but to determine who will have the nuclear codes of the country 

idk what to add, fee free to ask and i’ll probably answer after a good night of sleep because im exhausted

Shut Up Little Man! An Audio Misadventure

I saw Shut Up Little Man! last night and was highly entertained. It’s a mostly-funny doc about 2 dudes in San Francisco who recorded their neighbors fighting. The tapes spread virally (pre-internet!), were used as basis for various art forms, etc. 

The film delves into issues of morality/ethics and legality, as well as the comedy of old men fighting and the voyeurism of the cult following. 

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i’ve stopped shaving my underarms just because, honestly, it’s so much less of a hassle and like, i have so many less ingrown hairs and shit, and like it actually helps with the feeling less feminine thing

don’t think i’ll ever stop shaving my legs though. i have such a problem with the hairs catching on the inside of my pants and it just is not good

next step, i’m going to try and start using the men’s restroom when i go up to michigan for my summer job (fingers crossed that i actually have the courage to do it) since i’m going to be presenting closer to how i wish to be viewed.

adamsmessinger  asked:

In Immortal Iron Fist #5 there is a scene where Orson Randall is shooting at Hydra agents in the Hypothetical Subway. Orson says "For Tony.. for Jean-Claude..." and lists several people. Raymond and Peter are among those listed. Is that a reference to the "Shut Up Little Man!" tapes?

that sounds like something i’d do

anonymous asked:

If I may throw a Kaze prompt? Corrin is kidnapped but to add more fuel to the fire, both Midori and Kana are taken as well? I mean, I see the spouse and kids getting abducted and I thought that combining the two would be interesting? Sorry if this is a waste of time...

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He didn’t realize something was wrong until he woke up the next morning. You’d promised you’d be in bed later in the evening, so he didn’t wait up. What was odd was the fact that you weren’t there when he woke. He was always up before you were.

‘Perhaps she fell asleep in the study, again.’ He figured, dressing himself and heading for the door. He spotted Saizo already training, but then he found another anomaly- Kana and Midori weren’t with him. The pair had made it a habit to train with their father and uncle, if they could handle the intensive work. More often than not they got to the training field before Kaze did.

His brow furrowed, confused; his family was nowhere to be found. His steps quickened, heading for the study. Something was wrong with the morning. It was far too quiet for his liking. When he made it to his destination, he realized why.

In the form of overturned chairs and books, and a bloodstained knife stabbed through a note on your desk. All he needed to see was Mokushu’s symbol to know what happened.

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Imagine the TMFU trio at Fashion Week
  • Imagine the TMFU trio at Fashion Week...
  • Illya: No, no, no, you cannot put Gucci belt anywhere near Armani. Is law.
  • Illya: Shut up, little man, I don't care if your name is "Meekhael Kors", this logo mean communism in mother Russia
  • Illya: People credit deese silly designers, but really, designed by Russians
  • Napoleon: Well hello there, tall, blonde, and gorgeous.
  • Gaby: What do you mean that a runway isn't for planes?

  I’ve had this headcanon for a while… So I decided to write it!

Warning, it’s kinda lengthy for a oneshot… About 2.5k words. 


Gray was in a town away from Magnolia, doing a simple, one-man job that would have only taken him a day or two when Erza had contacted him through his portable lacrima. He didn’t even bother finishing the job as he took off towards his home. By the time he had reached Fairy Tail, sweat was dripping off his Baden shoulders and he was down to nothing but his boxers.

“Did ya run all the way here?” Gajeel asked when the ice-mage ran up to him.

“Just… About,” Gray managed between a few gasps of air.

“It’s just a baby,” Natsu let out a shrug from his spot near the bar.

Gray sent him a glare, opening his mouth to make a retort back but all that came out was a few harsh pants.


He turned quickly to see Erza and Lucy walking down the stairs with a smile.

“How is she?” He asked immediately.

“Good,” Lucy nodded with a smile. “It’s getting close, so Erza and I were coming to see if you made it in.”

“I just got here,” Gray sighed, finally feeling like he had his breath back.

“Wendy has been taking great care of her,” Erza told him as he begun to climb the stairs. “But, uh, Gray… A little bit of a warning.”

“What?” Gray stopped on the stairs, looking back at Erza with an eyebrow raised.

“Juvia is in a lot of pain, and well… She’s not very happy,” Erza told him.

“At you, that is,” Lucy explained.

“Ah, crap…” Gray muttered, turning as he marched up to where the infirmary was.

Most of time, Juvia had just been regular, normal, Juvia through her pregnancy… Except for the fact that her emotions became ten times more sensitive and when she was upset, it felt like there was a hurricane outside. When she was mad, at him especially, it seemed like a little grey cloud would form over his head and rain on him. One time, he had the cloud following him for a single week! Even to this day, he still hadn’t a clue as to what he did…

“Juvs…?” He called slowly, opening the infirmary’s door. He gulped lightly, sensing her dark brown eyes glaring his way immediately.

“Oh, hi Gray,” Wendy greeted him as she placed a few blankets down near Juvia’s bed. His eyes caught the sight of Porlyuscia and he froze slightly.

“Is everything okay…?” He asked, ignoring Juvia’s glare. Usually Wendy was fully capable of handling injuries on her own, especially now since she had master the her healing magic last year.

“Oh yes,” the now sixteen-year-old smiled up at him. “It’s just that, I’ve only delivered one other baby, Rosemary…” She trailed off slightly, talking about Erza’s daughter. "Porlyuscia-san is just here to help.“

"Okay,” Gray nodded, giving Wendy a faint smile. “Thanks, Wen…”

“No problem,” she told him, feeling much more relaxed now that she knew Gray was trusting in her.

“Hey,” Gray told Juvia lightly, finally meeting her glare. “Are you okay?”

“You left,” her voice huffed as she crossed her arms over her swollen chest. “And Juvia isn’t okay! The baby is coming and Gray-Sama wasn’t here!” She told him.

“Juvs… You knew about this mission, I was going to be back by tomorrow,” he told her, sitting down on the bed carefully as he faced her. “You weren’t due to go into labor for another two weeks.”

“Well Gray-Sama’s child is stubborn, just like him!” She gritted, flinching as a strong contraction came.

“Are you okay?” Gray asked worriedly, placing one of his cool hands on her flushed cheeks.

“Don’t touch Juvia!” She swatted his hand away. “This is all your fault!” She cried towards him.

He huffed, narrowing his eyes at her slightly. “I do recall you enjoying it just as much as I did.”

Juvia pouted, her cheeks feeling warmer by the second. She felt like she was in a sauna, and she instantly missed Gray’s cool hand on her. Slowly, she glanced up at him with wide eyes. He hadn’t looked away from her and he raised an eyebrow when he saw a question in her eyes.

“Gray-Sama,” she whispered, and he smiled softly, reaching over and cupping her cheeks in his hands. She sighed at his cool touch, and to please her more, he cooled them down as he moved from her cheeks to her neck. She had on a hospital gown that had slipped off her shoulders slightly and Gray moved his hands down and started massaging them. She let out a pleasing groan.

“Here,” Wendy said gently, lifting Juvia’s long blue hair and pulling it up a bun.

“Thanks, Wendy-Chan,” the water-mags gave her a soft smile before she winced at another contraction.

“It’s getting close to time,” Wendy told her. “Just a few more contractions and you should ready to push.”


The newest member of the Fullbuster family came out screaming, and Gray couldn’t keep the proud smile off his face. After everything had settled, many of the Fairy Tail members had stopped by to see the new addition and to give their best wishes to the small family until all that was left was the new parents closest friends.

“He is so adorable,” Lucy cooed towards the bundle in Juvia’s arms.

The baby was swaddled in a dark blue blanket, his dark eyes were open lazily as they adjusted to the light. Juvia was sure that his eyes would remain dark, like his father’s. Gray was determined that they would lighten up and turn out brown, like Juvia’s. The baby had a headful of dark blue hair to Juvia’s delight. He seemed… Perfect.

“Luce,” Natsu leaned over towards his girlfriend. “All babies look the same.”

“No they don’t,” Lucy elbowed him. “Rosemary looked completely different,” she said, motioning to Erza’s and Jellal’s two-year-old daughter who was being held by her papa.

“Let’s just be thankful that he doesn’t look like Gray,” Lyon, who had arrived about thirty minutes ago with Meredy spoke up.

“Behave,” Meredy scolded, swatting Lyon’s arm lightly before she looked at the new parents. “Gray, have you held him yet?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “I held him when he first came out, and then Juvia snatched him from me,” he gave his wife an amused look. Her response was only a light shrug as she stroked her son’s soft cheek with a gentle finger.

“Okay, then let me hold him,” Meredy grinned as she opened her arms.

“Uhm, should you being doing that?” Lyon raised a brow towards her.

“I’m pregnant, not lame,” she huffed towards him as she placed her hands on her widening hips.

Lyon glanced down at her prodding stomach with a frown. She had been pregnant for six months now, and Lyon had learned a lot since then… Namely, not to argue with her- about anything

“Wait a minute,” a bolted arm shot out between Juvia and Meredy before the baby could be switched. “I think the prick’s godfather should hold em first,” Gajeel stated.

“Don’t call my son a prick,” Gray frowned at Gajeel as Levy slapped her husband’s arm.

“Excuse me?” Erza crossed her arms, a strained smile on her face as she raised a scarlet eyebrow.

“Uh-oh…” Jellal mumbled, knowing the look on his wife’s face all too well.

“Lyon and I are the child’s godparents,” Meredy frowned at Gajeel, her brows furrowing together.

“This doesn’t look good,” Wendy commented as she walked over to Juvia, smiling down at the small baby.

“Oh boy,” Lucy sighed.

“There must be some mistake,” Erza stated. “Jellal and I will be the child’s godparents.”

“Like hell!” Gajeel interjected, “Juvia told me herself that Levs and I would be it!”

“No,” Meredy cut in with a growl. “Juvia told me, that it was Lyon and me!”

“Juvia also told me that it would be Jellal and me,” Erza told them. “But rest assured, Jellal and I will let you visit the child.”

“Who said you were it?!” Gajeel demanded.

“Well it’s obvious!” Erza rolled her eyes. “We have experience,” she motioned to Rosemary.

“What do you call this?!” Meredy pointed to her growing stomach.

“Levy and I are working on it!” Gajeel told them hotly.

“G-Gajeel!” Levy turned a dark shade of red as she slapped her husband’s arms frantically. She muttered something under her breath before burying herself in Gajeel’s long hair as if to hide herself from the embarrassment. Gajeel seemed undeterred as he continued to glare Mededy and Erza down.

“Can’t Juvia settle this?” Natsu spoke up, his hands clasped behind his head. “I mean, she told you guys you were all it, so she has to pick, don’t she?”

Everyone turned their gaze towards Juvia, who simply blinked. “Did you tell all of them that they could be the godparents?” Gray asked her.

“Yes,” she answered simply.

“Why so many?” Lucy asked.

“He’s so cute,” Wendy cooed, stroking the babies soft cheek.

“Who’s it gonna be, Juvia?” Gajeel raised a pierced brow. “Me, right?”

“Don’t have so much confidence in yourself,” Lyon told him. “Meredy and I are practically family,” he crossed his arms, causing Meredy to give an agreeing nod.

“I helped get those two together,” Erza pointed towards Gray and Juvia, who’s head were going back and forth between the arguing three. “I was the one who told Gray to tell Juvia his feelings,” she tipped her nose in the air.

“I linked them together long before that!” Meredy grinned in glee.

“And Gray and I grew up together!” Lyon added, getting into it.

“Lyon, we lived together for half a year, at most,” Gray mumbled.

“Shut up, little brother!” Lyon pointed a fingers towards the man, who only rolled his eyes.

“I’m Juvia’s longest friend!” Gajeel proclaimed, sticking a thumb to his chest.

“Juvs, pick someone,” Gray told her with a sigh. “Please…”

“Well…” Juvia glanced at the three of them. “All of you wanted to be the baby’s godparent, and Juvia couldn’t say no to any of you… So she figured, that if you guys could all do it… He’d definitely be loved more than he could imagine…”

“Juvia…” Meredy whispered, fighting a sniff.

“Are you crying?” Lyon whispered, leaning over to look at her.

“No!” She wiped her eyes quickly, “I’m not!”

“Do you want to hold him?” Juvia asked Wendy softly. The girl had been rubbing the baby’s head and causing him to lull asleep.

“Can I?” She whispered back, glancing between the three who had been fighting over him. They all seemed to be deep in thought now.

“Of course, you helped deliver him, Wendy-Chan,” Juvia smiled, gently handing the baby to her.  

“I wonder what your Mommy’s going to do when she notices,” Jellal commented to Rosemary, having seen Juvia hand Wendy the baby.

“Gajeel won’t be happy,” Lucy muttered towards Levy.

“Neither will Meredy it seems,” Levy chuckled softly.

“Juvia’s right…” Erza finally spoke up with a smile. “We can take turns… Four months each.”

“What?” Gray raised a brow at her.

Gajeel nodded, scratching his chin. “Fine, but Levs and I get him in the summer, and I call taking him on his first mission and getting him his first tattoo.”

“Oh, let me come too!” Natsu laughed towards Gajeel.

Gray almost choked, but Juvia spoke up. “Gajeel-Kun, no tattoos that have profanity or naked women.”  

“Got it,” Gajeel nodded.

“Okay,” Erza nodded towards Gajeel. “Then Jellal and I will have him at the beginning of the school year.” She smiled at Juvia, not even noticing the baby missing from her arms and then at Gray, who’s eyes were wide and his jaw slacked. “We’ll give him the best education we can.”

“I guess we’ll get him in the winter then,” Meredy smiled up at Lyon.

“Seems fitting,” the ice-mage nodded.

“Wait!” Gray shouted at the three of them. “Juvs and I ain’t dead yet! Stop talkin’ like we are!” He huffed at them.

“Gray-Sama,” Juvia reached out, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly. “If something were to happen to us, aren’t you happy we have such loving friends who will take care of our son…?”

“Of course…” Gray mumbled, “I just don’t like thinking about something like that.”

“Of course nothing’s going to happen to you and Juvia,” Erza told him with a smile.

“Yeah,” Meredy laughed, “you guys are going to be around for a long time and make several more babies.”  

“Oh,” Juvia grinned at the idea.

“Hey, look!” Wendy spoke up with a laugh. “I think he likes me!”

Everyone turned to see the teen holding the baby, who was staring at her intently.

“Wait!” Meredy and Gajeel spoke up.

“W-when did you get him?” Erza asked with wide eyes.

“When you guys were arguing, Juvia handed him to me,” she smiled at her friend, who smiled back warmly. “Speaking of him… Haven’t you two been thinking of names?”

“Yeah, I think we should start calling him something soon,” Lucy smiled as she looked at the baby over Wendy’s shoulder.

Gray and Juvia shared a glanced. They had talked about names, and when Juvia had suggested one, Gray seemed on board with it, though a little nervous as well. He gave her a small smile and she smiled back.

Juvia looked at their friends and glanced at the baby in Wendy’s arms. “His name is… Silvur… Ur for short…” she glanced back at Gray, seeing that his eyes had gone wide.

“Really…?” He whispered towards her.

She nodded softly, “Juvia wanted him to have a good, strong name, and what better to be sure than to name him after two wonderful people?”

“Thank you…” Gray whispered, resting his head on Juvia’s shoulder. “Is… That okay with you?” Gray glanced at Lyon.

“Yeah…” Lyon smiled. “Meredy and I found out we are having a girl.”

“Really?” Juvia’s eyes widened. “How exciting!”

“We’re wanting to name her Ultear,” Meredy placed her hand on her swollen stomach. “Ur and Ul… Has a nice ring to it, huh?” She smiled happily.

“Just keep your son away from my daughter, Fullbuster,” Lyon glanced at Gray.

“What?!” Gray’s head popped up from Juvia’s shoulder. “Your daughter better stay away from my son!”

“I have a feeling we’ll be dealing with stuff like this for the rest of our lives…” Meredy muttered towards Juvia.

“Juvia thinks so too,” she laughed.

-So… I think it’s pretty much accepted as a fandom headcanon that Gruvia’s first son’s name is Silver… But I thought it would be neat to change the spelling to it so he could be named after two important people in Gray’s life! Also, I’ve seen Ur spelled Ur and Ul… But Fairy Tail wika says it is Ur (though it would make sense for it to be Ul cause ya know, Ultear…) But I went with Ur… Plus, I think Meredy would name her baby after Ultear, that way she’s named after Ur too…

Extra headcanon:

-Gray and Lyon arguing about the kids becomes such a regular thing that Meredy has to put SENSORY LINKS on them to make them behave.

-Twenty years later, at  Ur and Ul wedding (I live for Lyredy x Gruvia kids ship) Meredy still has to put a sensory link on Lyon and Gray to keep them from fighting.

Unwanted (part 4)

Summary: The reader is kidnapped by Hydra and finds out that she is Tony Stark’s daughter. She is taken under the wing of the Avengers with Bucky and Steve acting as her protectors. The reader discovers the truth about her family while trying to grieve over the death of her mother, who died during the events in Sokovia. Will she be able to forgive the people responsible for her mother’s death? Will she survive the danger that has fallowed her all her life?

Bucky X Reader X Steve

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fourteen year old emos au summary post where its too long and im tired

harley: a terrifying scene/mallgoth/juggalo hybrid. early on she accidentally kills the joker and calls up ivy to help her bury his body and thats how they start dating. chubby and adhd and loves chaos.

ivy: snobby classic goth from a snobby classic goth family. pretends 2 b the resident weed expert. she and harley like to sit in the mall parking lot and throw stuff at the Nasty Boys/watch them fight. sometimes they place bets. 

catwoman: says “nya nya” and licks herself in public. never takes off her cat ear hoodie. she loves committing minor property damage and petty theft and she is banned from the mall. she doesnt hang out with harley and ivy fully bc she has issues about trusting/not assuming she is automatically better than other girls but she will slowly get over it. she rps her fursona with bruce wayne on facebook but he doesnt know its her, or that their threads are public. oh how he wishes he could meet xXxCatwomanxx:3Nya~ irl, his dream girl

the joker: the same as jared leto joker but in middle school. comes from a perfectly normal suburban family. no one knows why he is like that.

penguin: aggressively disgusting, dresses the same as he does in canon but with even more stains and flecks of bird shit, bites people and gets his sweaty webbed foot out at any opportunity (its his debate tactic/weapon). his parents r three lesbian zookeepers who love him and dont see anything wrong with him. they adopted him specifically bc he looks like a penguin.  he has so many health problems and talks about it constantly.

scarecrow: aspiring psychology student and wont fucking shut up about it. horrid little streampunk man. he hangs out with penguin bc they are both emo and too disgusting to have other friends but they fucking hate each other. along with the riddler they are collectively dubbed The Nasty Boys which they hate bc they dont want to be associated togther but they are

riddler: third wheels scarecrow and penguin, facilitates their rivalry, whoops and hollers whenever penguin starts taking his shoe off (the mere sight of penguins awful foot can bring scarecrow 2 tears). one day penguin and scarecrow team up and turn on him and harley and ivy throw their entire lunch in excitement. constantly trying 2 convince everyone that Edward Nygma is his real name. pfft yeah rite eddie. freak perfectionist academic overachiever in constant competition with his smug older sister, cluemaster

mr freeze: has no friends bc no one shares his incredibly niche taste in music. its mostly droning and clattering noises but he will not accept anything else as art. nora is his Fake GF From A Different School he has a myspace account 4 her and everything

two face: class rep, on the debate team, tries so hard to hide his freak self from his neurotypical prep brethren. secretly moshes to black parade alone in his room every nite while crying

killer croc: older kid who got held back for behavioural reasons, hes pretty chill otherwise, hes a soulful bi emo that has a lot of friends who respect him, he still has a crocodile head bc of his fake bullshit skin disease what makes u have a crocodile head. sometimes he walks by the mall parking lot where the other emo kids gather on his way back from the gym and throws his empty soda cans at penguin and penguin picks up the can and sniffs it/takes it home/treasures it

man-bat: too terrified of everything to make friends, the most dedicated furry of all the furries at gotham middle school. his wall is covered in commissions of his fursona and he is saving up 4 the luxury bat fursuit of his dreams. can scream incredibly loud and for a long time which earns him grudging respect from harley and ivy + the Nasty Boys who all spend most of their time screaming

babydoll: actually a few grades above everyone else, needs to catch up on her education due to her failed career as a child star getting in the way. she initially bonds with penguin over having health problems and being obsessed with death but they become rivals after she develops a crush on killer croc, penguin’s chosen future husband

the ventriloquist: just the nicest kid. everyone leaves him alone. he has a nice time at school.

batman: hes still a richboy crimefighter and shit just on a smaller level, like he spends his evenings flagging youtube videos on his 5000 dollar laptop. one time he used a spray bottle on catwoman while she was smashing a fire hydrant and she beat the shit out of him. in a shittier au alfred would b a teacher or something but here hes another misc emo kid who batman pays to be his friend. instead of wise advice alfred just quotes mcr and batman acts like it was wise advice

anonymous asked:

Seventeen as grandpas?


  • this man is already a grandpa but ok
  • that sweet old man that always has pocket candy
  • grandpa dancing!!!!!
  • i have to say this really is hip
  • proceeds to break his own hip
  • his grandkids throw him a birthday party every year
  • speeches about how important family is
  • when i was your age-
  • his wife has to tell him to go to bed
  • how old is grandpa hannie?
  • i’m not dying today kid sorry


  • pretty grandpa
  • nice, hardly wrinkled skin
  • honestly hard to tell his age
  • uses his wife’s creams
  • “grandpa how old are you?“
  • “hahah nice try, little one”
  • always the best dressed at family events
  • lets his rand kids play with his hair (braiding, bows, pig tails)
  • “grandpa makes me sound so old!“


  • sings a lot while doing anything
  • has a garden
  • won’t let his grandkids drink too much pop
  • “grandpa Vernon lets me drink all the pop I want!“
  • grandpa vernon’s a big dummy
  • always makes sure people are brushing their teeth and are eating well
  • calls his son in law “son”
  • still super fucking love with his wife after like 50 years of marriage
  • “is that soul eater? i watched that when i was young”
  • church every sunday and has crossed in his home


  • flirts with the girls that aren’t blood related to the family
  • “how’d you marry my son? you’re too pretty for him”
  • “dad please”
  • won’t let the kids call him grandpa, his name is ‘pops’
  • dances with his wife whenever a love song comes on
  • says corny shit still
  • makes weird faces at the littlest grandchildren to make them laugh


  • oh look at that a jellybean came out of your ear!
  • forgets how old everyone is
  • sleepy cute grandpa, loves to eat his wife’s food
  • gramps, we don’t need a photo every single time someone is over
  • makes his grandkids watch videos of him dancing when he was young
  • cries every christmas because he’s just so lucky have this family, and to have everyone he loves in his life


  • cool gramps
  • probs has a motorcycle and is kinda buff
  • he’s really a big softie tho
  • keeps every piece of art or anything his kids or grandkids have made for him
  • his home is probably small, just enough room for him and his darling but their yard is big
  • probs hosts exchange students in a spare home off to the side of his house


  • piano papa
  • get the fuck off my lawn, i don’t sit here and water it all day for you to fuck it up, but here’s a cookie cause you look like a nice kid
  • probably has a cat and a dog that don’t get along
  • grandpa can you sing me to sleep?
  • sure, bun
  • he has cute nicknames for his grandkids
  • is very content with being old, it’s peaceful and quiet
  • probably plays golf >_>


  • his smile literally blinds everyone still
  • probably pretty tan even in his older age
  • haha grandpa you can’t play basketball you’ll get hurt!
  • gimme the ball you chump.
  • destroys his grandkids in every game he plays with them even if they’re older than 7
  • ladies man, manages to get bitches at 65
  • happy little old man
  • wears loafers indoors, demands everyone to call them slippers


  • jk he probably farts and cracks up about it lmao
  • legendary “pull my finger” man
  • pulls really bad pranks on his own kids and wife
  • has double dinner dates w wonwoo and his wife
  • classic music probs
  • just a really cute and sweet old man who is also kinda hot in a way idk how it’s like those rich old men that work out
  • oh yeah lol muscles still


  • has dogs
  • walks his dogs every morning at 7 AM
  • knows all his neighbours and probably throws block parties
  • “grandpa you’re so cool!”
  • “ah..haha yeah..haha i know”
  • still super cute, always sneaks the kids cookies or something past bedtime
  • probably wears big floppy sun hats and matching “if lost return to_____” w his little sweetheart
  • talks about how much he loves his friends and his life a lot
  • tells stories about china and how cool it is
  • swears in his native language (i can’t remember which chinese he speaks)


  • sassy grandpa
  • “oh honey, is that really what you wore to this bbq?”
  • tea parties with his grandkids and let’s them dress him up
  • “honey have i put on weight?”
  • says i love you to his family all the time
  • calls his grandkids everyday to ask about how school is going
  • grandpa i have a crush on this person
  • they aren’t good enough for you!!!😤
  • sings his wife’s favourite songs to her while making breakfast
  • the family is over so they fucking die at how cute their grandpa is
  • he asks a lot of questions that don’t matter


  • bbqs like he’s gonna die tomorrow
  • “grandpa…take the bucket hat off please”
  • “these were cool when i was your age!”
  • knows all the raps songs ever
  • probably goes to baseball games and brings the grandkids along
  • grandpa vernon, i got straight A’s
  • school is important! good for you! i’m so proud! keep up the good work chipmunk!” but calls them a nerd when he sees them irl
  • tries to impress his wife and kids while camping by trying to do that 90’s dance move where you jump through your own leg circle, and then falling


  • takes his entire family on vacations
  • loves his neighbours and lets their kids use his pool when he’s not home
  • probably gives all his grandkids 5 bucks and a kiss on the cheek when they visit him
  • “ah i’ve been so lonely!”
  • “grandpa we saw you yesterday?…”
  • has every michael jackson album ever on vinyl
  • taught everyone in his family how to dance
  • sings in the shower or when doing the dishes about how beautiful his little ol wife is
  • “do you guys still love me?”
  • lives everyday happily in his cute little old man home



Originally posted by hiddlescheekbatch

(GIF not mine)

Loki x reader 


A.n: I really hope you enjoy this, to how ever requested this and to everyone. Sorry I took forever to up date this.


“C’mon darling is that all you’ve got?” Loki yelled as he pressed the ‘A’ button faster as if that would help.

“Shut up, I’m right behind you.” Pressing the ‘L’ button on the control so you could throw a red shell at him.

“What is the matter with you!” Loki stood up from the couch “I was just about to cross the finish line!”

Which only caused you to let out a laugh “Ha-ha, in your face!” You threw the control in the couch and got in his face “I won, I won.” You jumped up with excitement and then into the couch and into his back, which Loki didn’t hesitate to place his hands on your thighs to help you out. “You get to be my bitch for a whole month.” You yelled.

“Stop yelling in my ear, you unworthy peasan-”

“I would watch my mouth if I were you.” You smiled at him and rested your chin on his shoulders.

“Were you this mean to your actual servants in Realm?” He turned his head to ask you.

“No, I actually like them.” You smiled at him.

“Would you two shut up, it’s four in the morning.” Sam walked into the room rubbing his eye.

“Sorry Sam.” You gave him an apologetic smile.

“Whatever.” He plopped himself into the couch and got himself comfortable.

“Go on take me to my room.” You order.

“I don’t see why I have to do this.” Loki mumbled.

“It was your brilliant idea, I told you a week. But no you thought that you would be able to beat me so suck it.” You patted his pecks “Onward.”


“Hey Nat come look at this.” Stark yelled from one of his office.

“What is it?” She came walking in.

“Look.” Tony pointed to the screen.

“Is that Y/n and Loki?”

“Yeah, they had a night all form them self, it’s actually kinda cute.” Tony leaned back on his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

“It’s cute because you guys didn’t hear the in the middle of the night screaming and laughing.”Sam came wandering in.

“They’re still adorable,shut up.” Nat gave Sam a little shove.

“Hey man I’m just saying.” Sam raised his hands in defence.

“Why is Loki doing everything Y/n is telling him to do?” Steve and Bucky entered the office.

“Loki lost a bet so he gets to be Y/n’s bitch for a month.” Sam informed him.

“He was doing her laundry, wich it’s quite entertaining to watch.” Bucky chuckled as he saw Loki just a few minutes ago trying to figure out how to work the washing machine “Man he’s going to ruin her cloth.”

“Or she can just tell him to go buy her new cloth.”Tony shrugged.”You know what we should do?”

“Oh no Stark’s got a plan, everyone watch out.” Steve joked which only earned him a glare from Tony.

“Very funny capstical. But no really, the two of them have been getting closer  if you know what I mean. So why not just get them together already?”


“Oh Loki.” You sang out for him.

“What do you want?” He whined as he entered your room.

“Hey watch the attitude.” You warned him.”Plus I didn’t call you to do something, I just wanted to ask you if this looked good.” You stepped out of your closet and in front of him.

You were wearing a burgundy dress that stopped just below your knees which was also off the shoulder, along with a pair of nude pointed-toe T-strap.

“Uh, yeah yeah.” Loki stumbled over his words “You look amazing.” You had taken his breath away.

“Thanks you.” You smiles at him. “Hey can you help me out with the strap?I want them tighter”

“Yeah,sure.”He took a seat on the bed and patted his knee for you to place your foot.

MWhich you didn’t want to ruin his nice pants suit so you opens up his legs and placed your foot on the bed, just below the crotch of the suit ended.

“All set love.” Loki patted your thigh “Are you wearing a holster?”

“Just because I’m a angel doesn’t mean I don’t want extra protection.” You smiled at him ”Cmon handsome, were going to be late.” You grabbed him by the hand.

“You always so cease to amazing.” He smile down at you.

“Is that good or bad?”

“Oh that’s definitely good love.”

“Wait.” You stopped right on track.

“What? What is it?”

“I forgot my clutch, can you go get it for me?” You smiled sweetly at him.

“I would love to.” He smiled and walked back into your room and came right back.

“Thank you.” You kissed his cheek.

“Alright let’s head out to this party or Fury is going to kill us.”


“How about me and you head out?” A rather drunk man asked you as he placed his hand on your waist.

“How about you get your hands off me?”

“C’mon don’t be such a bitch.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, why do girls have to be such a bitches.” The man’s breath reeked of alcohol.

Before you could even say anything Loki had stepped between the two.

“Mate for your sakes I would leave.” He grabbed him by the collar and whispered in his ear.

“What are you going to do mate?” The drunken man provoked Loki.

Which did work since it only took one swing for everything to break loose, soon there was a mob forming between the three of you, two of the man’s friends had now joined, while you tried to help but just kept getting shoved back.

“Loki stop!” You tried to pull on his shoulder.

But he didn’t listen it was like he was in some sort of zone.

“Damn it Rogers, Wilson, can you at least try to help!” You yelled when you finally saw them in the crowd.

And just like that they threw two of the men of while the one that started it was already knocked out on the floor.

“Thank you.” You sighed as you helped Loki up “Are you alright?” You asked as you tried to take a look at his face.

“Just peachy.” He mumbled and pushed passed you.

“What the hell.”You thought to yourself.

“Guys I think I’m just going to call it a night, plase tell the rest that I left already.” You told both Steve and Sam while giving them both a peck on the cheek.

“Alright, be safe.” Steve smiled at you.

“Goodnight, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Sam told you, which earned him a nudge on the ribs.

“Loki!” You yelled after im “Loki, slow down.” But he only kept going “What’s the matter with?” You finally caught up to him.

“What do you want?” He barked.

“I came to look after you, you big baboon.” You grabbed his hand and whistled at a cab to stop.

“That was really stupid of you.” The two of you had made it back to the tower and Loki was now sitting in the kitchen counter while you stood between his legs helping him get cleaned up.

“I was helping you.” He winced as you cleaned the final blood from his lip.

“I can take care of myself.” You told him and got a new cloth.

“And I don’t care.”

“Your real stupid, I can’t get hurt,you can.” You stated.

“I don’t give a damn Y/n.”Loki groaned “I don’t care if you can’t get hurt, either way I’m going to step in and help you, you’re my team, my family. Damn it Y/n why can’t you just see that I like you and I will protect you, weather if it’s from that dutch at the party or from aliens I will protect you.”

You didn’t know how to react to what you just heard so you just ended up staring at him.

“Are you going to say anything, you’re always talking and when you’re asked to talk you’re  just sil-”

But you cut him off by placing your lips against his, his sweet and soft lips molded against yours. It was a short and simple kiss, that really last for a long time, but after staring into eachothers eyes that quickly changed. Grabbing you by the back of the neck he pulled you in, but this time it was a different feeling, a whole different atmosphere, it was hot and steamy everything you wished for, everything you wanted at the moment. Your lips felt like they were on fire but neither of you stopped, it only kept you going. That was only until you heard claps.

“About damn time.”

“We eat here so can you, hop off the counter.”

“Please tell me that is the only thing that you’ve done in my kitchen.”

“So did our plan work?”

“What plan?” You rested between Loki’s leg.

“Well  we sent someone to hit on you.” Sam stated.

“The only person that actually flirted with me and didn’t eye fuck me was this drunk idiot.”

Tony,Steve,Nat,Sam and Bucky steared at each other in confusion.

“What about Andrew?” Bucky asked.

“Who’s Andrew?” Loki beat you to the question.

“He was supposed to flirt with you.” Nat looked over at you .

“Well your plan failed miserably.” Loki kissed your temple “I ended up with a black eye, I mean not that it wasn’t worth it.”

“I better be.” You turned to him and hugged him.

“Guys please stop.” Tony begged.

“Please don’t, the two of you will be my joy for a while.” Nat went and joined the hug.

“Wait I want a hug.” Bucky joined in as well.

“A hug from the people I love, what’s not to love?” You took it all in.

All I Know is How to Love You - Chapter Nineteen (Yoongi x You Gang AU)


All I Know is How to Love You - Chapter Nineteen

You couldn’t tell which way was up and which way was down. There was just darkness, an endless stream of black that threatened to swallow you whole. This was different than the other times you had been taken, this time you felt terrified, so terrified that it paralyzed you, but not for yourself. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered vaguely what had happened, but your mind was still hazy. Even so, your mind immediately recalled those innocent orb like eyes that looked up at you with total admiration all the time.

“Jae.” You heard yourself croak through the darkness, your throat sore and your voice seeming to be swallowed by the void. There was no answer, just total and complete silence. Something stirred in you as you cried out again, your voice breaking. “JAE!”

You felt something in your chest break at the silence that accompanied, and you couldn’t stop the sudden gush of tears that sprung from your ducts. You felt yourself double over as much as the chair you imagined you were strapped to allowed as you sobbed uncontrollably. That little boy had depended on you for everything over the last few days, he was your responsibility and now…

“Noona?” It was faint and definitely a little weak, but it made your chest leap in hope.

“Jae?” You screamed desperately, “Jae where are you buddy? Are you okay?” Tears were streaming down your face and you struggled against the restraints.

“Noona!” He cried, screaming out and audibly sobbing. You shouldn’t have felt happy to hear him in such distress, but at the moment you were just glad that he was there and you could hear him you just had to find a way to get to him.

“It’s okay Jae, everything is gonna be okay I promise.” You assured, breathing in relief, feeling around the ropes as best as you could to try and come up with a plan. Jae’s cries spurred you on, being your incentive to not give up.

Suddenly, the world exploded into light and you were squinting against it, trying to see clearly, doing your best to find Jae. It took a minute or two for your eyes to adjust and then you could see that an overhead lamp had been turned on over your chair, the rest of the room still shrouded in dark. And no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t see Jae anywhere, but his cries had picked up even louder.

Then, a dark silhouette approached, stepping into the little spotlight, something squirming in his arms.

You felt your breath release in relief. “Jae.” You breathed, just happy to see him kicking and very much alive. And then you realized he was being held. You looked up to see the face of your attacker. He was older, strands of hair turning into a shiny silver color, and his eyes lined with wrinkles. Something about him was strikingly familiar, almost like there was something about his characteristics that made you remember something.

You pushed the thought away as you watched Jae squirm, tears streaming down his face. Normally, you would be stoic, knowing you would be released eventually, not caring what happened in the time being, but this time you suddenly felt weak and you let it show, suddenly begging. “Please. Please just let him go, he’s just a kid. Whatever you want with me, whatever my father has done to you, take it out on me, but leave him alone! Please!” You were crying again, hoping maybe it would persuade the man who bore absolutely no expression.

Slowly, a wicked grin spread across his face, and you shrunk back, knowing you weren’t going to break this guy with tears. “It’s not above me to use a child for my own personal gain, Y/N, isn’t it?”

You narrowed your swollen eyes at him. “So then you are after my father. Just give it some time, they always come with plenty of money.” You spat out, disgusted by his words.

“Not exactly.” He shook his head, squeezing Jae tighter since he seemed to be kicking even more. “It’s a lot more complicated than that, Y/N.”

“Who do you work for?” You questioned with a strained voice.

“Hmm…good question. I guess you could say I work for Whalien, rather, that I’m indebted to them.” He walked a little bit, and you were struck again by the feeling of familiarity when you watched how he held himself and how he walked around.

“That’s not hard to do.” You mumbled, looking up at him through the hair that stuck to your face.

“Noona.” Jae whined. His tears hadn’t stopped yet.

“Shut up, Jae.” The man shook the child a little bit and you were so angry you thought it was possible to rip yourself from the chair in that moment. “Daddy is having an important conversation right now.”


It all clicked in an instant. The familiar face and actions. This was the man who beat Yoongi near to death. The one they were both terrified of. This was Yoongi and Jae’s Dad.

Cold terror slipped through you, the sight of Jae in his arms sending an even different type of scared through your veins as you realized who exactly was holding him. “Y-You’re—“

“Yes I’m his father.” He growled at you, making Jae cry out again.

“I don’t understand…Yoongi never said that you worked for—“

“That’s because he doesn’t know. How do you think Namjoon’s father knows everything their little gang gets up to?”  He stated matter of factly and you couldn’t help but stare incredulously. “It was the only way I could repay him for all of the drugs I happened to steal a few years back. Not so bad though, means I have unlimited access to it all now.”

“You’re disgusting.” You spat, wondering how someone who looked so much like Yoongi could be so heartless.

“You’re not the first to tell me that and definitely won’t be the last.” He chuckled. “You act like that’s supposed to bother me.”

“It should. I hope they find you in a ditch somewhere when Namjoon’s father finally gets tired of having a useless drug addict aroun—“ But you never finished, a hard smack making contact with your cheek and your face turning from impact. There was a stinging sensation and then Jae screaming out for you.

And then something cold make contact with your forehead, and it was a familiar feeling. Looking up, you saw a silver gun poised to kill on your skin. Keeping your eyes blank, you let them bore into Yoongi’s father’s.

“Shut the fuck up. You act like a whore like you deserves much better.”

“Everyone loves to call me that, is it because I’m a woman?” You shot back, suddenly unafraid of the danger. You had been in this situation so many times before.

“Isn’t it the truth? I know you’re sleeping with my good for nothing son and whoring around with those other boys in the meantime.”

“I think you’re quite mistaken about all of that, sir.” You assured through clenched teeth.

He laughed heartily. “Sure. Well it doesn’t matter now, anyway. I’m about to shoot you, so.”

“Do it. At least I won’t have to listen to you speak anymore.” Another smack. More crying from Jae.

“You have a fresh mouth, no wonder Yoongi likes you so much. It’s just a shame he’s not here to watch you die underneath my gun.”

“What exactly, if you don’t mind me asking, are you supposed to be getting out of this? Whalien just wants to kill me to get to my father? How is that beneficial to them in any way?” You wondered aloud.

“You’re connected more than you think, Y/N. I kill you, and the war begins.” He kicked back the safety for emphasis. But you still weren’t afraid. Honestly, if Jae hadn’t been there, you probably would have wished he would just do it already and put you out of your goddamn misery.

But as the thought entered your mind, so did something else.


Suddenly, you weren’t so keen on the idea of letting someone take your life. You finally had something to live for, and you weren’t ready to let it go.

“It makes sense to me now why Yoongi is so desperate to get away from you. Not only are you abusive and disgusting, you’re completely psychotic. What kind of father kills right in front of their own child?” You spat, wanting nothing more than to reach out to Jae.

“I think I need to punish you before I turn the lights out for good. You sure do run your mouth a lot you little bitch.”

“No wonder your wife killed herself.”

And then there was a sharp pain as something sunk sharply into your leg. You bit your lip to try and keep the scream down, but it ended up coming out like a strangled cry making tears spring to your eyes. You didn’t think it was possible for Jae to wail any louder than he was at the sight of the knife you hadn’t seen protruding from your thigh. Without another word, Yoongi’s father placed Jae on the ground a few feet away from you. The little boy immediately stood up and tried to run to you and you tried to warn him to stop but weren’t quick enough. His father pushed him down roughly and you couldn’t bring yourself to watch as he smacked him hard, eliciting terrified whimpers from the little boy. Still, the little boy persevered, determined to save you.

“Jae. Jae it’s okay listen to your Dad and stay there. I’ll be okay I promise just do as you’re told.” You told him urgently, and the little boy seemed hesitant at first, but then complied, sitting on the ground shaking visibly. You realized then that he was old enough to remember all of this. This wouldn’t just go away like a nightmare, he would remember this for the rest of his life.

Yoongi’s father started to untie you and you stared limply, not liking where this was headed at all. If he was just going to kill you, why untie you? Made things more difficult. No this was not good at all.

He pushed you down to the ground and you looked up at him with eyes that screamed for him to stop and Jae twitched towards you, wanting to help but you gave him a firm look that told him to stay. Above you, his father was suddenly inching towards you and you squeezed your eyes shut as his hands grazed over the front of your shirt and ripped it open, knowing what was coming. The only thing covering your upper body now was your bra and you felt dread fill you. You waited until he was in the right position before jutting your knee up into his groin making him yelp in pain. For a second, he was disoriented and you pushed yourself up, trying your best to cover yourself.

But he recovered quickly, and this time he pressed his entire weight onto you, trapping your legs and arms so you couldn’t fight him. You felt his lips graze your neck as you went limp underneath his weight, a tear escaping your eye as you looked at Jae.

“Don’t look Jae.” You whispered, “Close your eyes buddy.”

And he complied, just like he always did when you asked something of him.

Just as you were about to fight back one last time, the door swung open violently, and in stormed BTS.

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