still: second place not too bad!

"seems accurate” || newt scamander

word count: 2809

summary: soulmate au!(reader x newt scamander) → you have a tattoo of what your soulmate is most passionate about

*lowercase intended*

author’s note: this can go one of two ways → one: really horribly and no one likes it OR two: people like it and i fell happy on the inside. i don’t know which one to expect. but, anyways, enjoy! (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors)

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Greatest/sweetest ranking of BL movies/series that you don't wanna miss!!

UPDATED: As of April 4, 2017 !!!!!
Hi guys!!! been addicted by Bl movies/series/webisodes/ and even short movies and these are my rankings of it from best to worst xD

  1.  Takumi-kun series movies - especially series 2,3 and 5. A big DaiMao fan here xD
  2.  Love Sick Series 1&2 - PerWin, PhunNoh, and OmMick are my ships
  3. ***HIStory webseries: Obsessed - the title says it all! if you loved Gloomy Salad Days and loves a whole lot of kiss scenes then you will definitely love this! very nice chemistry next to my beloved DaiMao <3
  4. ***SKAM - oh shocks whoever told me to watch this is an angel! love love love love it to the max! who knew norwegian Bl can be this good?
  5.  Make it Right the Series - Very Funny and Sweet!! Kyaa! TeeFuse and BookFrame are my OTPs very much like Lovesick!
  6. ***Uncontrolled Love 2 - the directors are very mean. i really thought this was a sad ending…but it was not! love the possessiveness the kiss and the after credits <3
  7.  Love love you (Love’s Coming 2) - haven’t watched this yet, but the trailers are just, ooommph! If ever you have a copy PM me XD
  8.  Like love Series 1-2 -I love the uncut scenes the most. And the story gets better xD
  9.  Junjou Pure Heart - sweeeeteeest ever!  really, those awwww moments xD
  10. ***Fanatic Love - Game themed BL coming through! I loved the side characters especially the sister <3 Must watch!
  11.  Waterboyy the movie - a must watch especially to those fans who have been missing love sick series xD Ngern-oppa is sooo hot here.
  12. Uncontrolled Love- Finally, Master x Servant BL!!! the uke is soo cute and seme is sooo possessive can’t wait for the second part!
  13. ***My bromance:the reunion - this is the series remake of the movie my bromance. and thank goodness that in the first season nobody dies! a different conflict altogether but still the same plot.
  14.  Counter Attack Web series - QingYu for the win xDD. they are sooooo married. I also recommend their photoshoot sessions, more kissing scenes than the series xD loving the doctor’s cow licked hair, kawaiiii xD
  15.  Addicted/Heroin Web Series - Sweetest punk I ever watched really. I wish for uncut scenes! and I demand a continuation!
  16. ***Ame to kisu - Love this movie! it made me read the manga and you will love how cute the uke is and how the story was very well portrayed in the movie
  17. *** The right man - there are only a few BL movies/series who would portray the love of a parent and their worries. i loved this film because other than the love story unfolding, the relationship between the mother and the son progresses too <3
  18. Yandaixie No.10- honestly, the story has a lot of promise! it was very good but I didn’t like how the first season ended being them still in bad terms…then hearing that there won’t be a second season!!!! or so i heard.
  19. ***SOTUS - hazers! hihihi. if you’re ooking for a cute-tsundere uke then this is what you’re looking for! it has the all goody kissing scenes and a very good college plot. very recommended
  20.  Love’s Coming - Nai x Gump xDDD
  21. Love Place 2(Shiawase no Katachi)- A continuation of Love Place 1. Finally an English sub that I’ve been waiting! Typical BL story, most of the time you can read in a manga but you can feel the characters feeling very deeply!
  22.  Grey Rainbow - Has every thing I want in a BL,marriage, sweet moments and even a kid! and it also has something I didn’t like…death! why!?!
  23.  Doushitemo Furetakunai - the story is great and is really based on the manga. Loved the characters. this is my first BL ever just forgot to post teehee :P !!!
  24. ***HIStory webseries: My Hero - so this is one of the ghost themed BL. Comedic. but I do not like that the ghost girl experienced all the sweet moments using the boy’s body. oops spoiler. BTW the seme is sooo hot *wink*
  25.  To you for me–chocolates - I laughed at this BL so much. It really portrayed the case of miracles to two people that should be in love. wonder when it will end?
  26.  Paternity Leave - you’ll love it, Mpreg xDD
  27.   eCupid - movie about the greatest app for semes who take advantage of their uke’s love xD
  28.  Just Friends? - hottest and sweetest forbidden love I have ever watched!! sadly it was tooooo short for a very good plot movie xD
  29.  Udagawachou de mattete yo - sooo cute! as in supeer!!! one of the best live action next to Doushitemo Furetakunai <3 <3
  30. ***HIStory Webseries: Stay away from me - brother’s theme! yehey! though I wished for more sweetness. the eyes of the uke seem to catch my attention a lot in a not so okay way. but I STILL LOVED IT.
  31.   Two Weddings and a funeral - I loved the comedy aspect of it. It mainly focused on the life of gays and how the ‘two weddings” conquered it with love. but why Tina !?!?! why ?!?!?!
  32.   My Bromance - I love the on-relationship scenes but I just hope the ending was not when one dies. I bawled for this one,it’s like rising you up,then pulling you dooown,why!?!?!?waaah! But the story was really good!
  33.  Happy together - loved the couple sooo much! being 6 years together, those fights and make-ups seems like a typical married life 
  34. Oppressive Love - half-horror and half BL and they actually became a couple! to bad the older brother had to possess him…ooops spoiler ;-P
  35.  Ai no kotodama 2
  36. ***Bad romance the series - another side story BL but because they started the series already together and the ending was so sweet so it is okay.
  37. ***I’m here our twelve years is a reincarnation legend - short shounen ai chinese BL. if you’re on to watching just the sweet, innocent stuff, then this is good for you :)
  38.  Takuya and Joon jae “the lover” - you may be a bit disappointed because it is missing some smexy moments like kissing and “you-know” but the story is great with lots of laughs and sweetness. hoping for season 2 
  39. ***Love Complex - this is a thai series but the BL part is a side story and doesn’t develop much though it is still on the first two episodes. some of you may not like it because it is on a side story but promise, the main story is very funny.
  40.  Docchi mo Docchi - may be low budget, but that romcom theme was perfectly executed xD sooo funny xD
  41.  Itsuka no kimi e - loved the story so much. It was like reading Junjou Pure Heart again xD soooo cute! Wishing for more kiss scenes though. 
  42.  Ai no kotodama 1
  43.  Seven Days Monday-Thursday, Friday-Sunday - perfectly executed as of those of the manga
  44. Hollyoaks (Ste and Harry) - lots of problems; closet gay, HIV, parents are against, even teachers then there are also cocaine involvement. wut?! haha but the story and how they still get back together is what makes it great. 
  45.  Diary of Tootsies - Very very funny!! as in very funny! but they left Gus and Top’s story hanging, which is what I’ve been waiting…sigh
  46.  Fujimi orchestra live action - it’s like the BL version of Nodame Cantabile. the movie needs a sequel. it’s not that they did not end up together but the movie ended with the seme still pursuing the uke xD 
  47.  Go go go G boys - very funny, packed with hot bishies. Last part after credits is a must seen
  48. Farewell my ghost boyfriend - short movie. I’m not on vote on the new ship. i still wish there was some kind of miracle for the ghost. huhu 
  49.  Love Place - I preferred the part two (2) than the first one, more Bl action, though it is still not translated
  50.  Boku no Kareshi wo Shoukai Shimasu - was hoping for more kiss scenes xD
  51.  Gloomy Salad days - ep13-14 only. Hidoku Shinaide story, bully and the bullied. You’ll be hoping for more.
  52.  Love of Siam - honestly, a good plot, really. It just needs some tweaks on that bad ending,urgh. Hoping for season 2 to change it.
  53. I’m yours - a one-sided love of a robot to a human and he’s quest to help the guy to achieve love. it was badly cut, I don’t know. it was missing some parts when I watched it so I am still heavily confused.
  54.  Love next door 2 - Watched XD but still looking for subs. but very promising especially in terms of comedy and hotness.
  55.  Mr x and I - First Season: First and Second story only, the other two has horrible ending, I advise this to those who do not wish to see a sad ending. Second Season: Loved the ending, hated the hetero guy, urggghh
  56.   Princess Princess D - actually, this is a live action adapted from a shoujo manga. full of fanservice and crossdressers and will leave you laughing at the clichès and corniness. 
  57.  Love next door - the story escalated quickly and the ‘love’ (sweetness) I was searching for was too short in the plot.
  58.  A Pair of Love - so-so xD
  59.  Time line - Watch the first couple only, and/or the last one. never ever the second one, it still gives me goose bumps till now
  60. Me my familiar people - uhhh…actually I didnt quite get the story. it was soo confusing. its like he has s*x to another then I don’t know maybe his bestfriend too?
  61.  Teacher and student - because I was expecting that light, romantic theme I was deeply disappointed by that twist as it turns out to be too psychological. One of my least favorites next to Kindan no Koi. 
  62.  Kindan no koi - simple……i hated it. the plot twist at the end was just tooo much, really, too much. Still a good movie though, but definitely my least favorite.

This is an edited list XD those with *** are newly posted as of April 4. Will update for more lateerrr! Ask me for links if ever you are interested xDDD hehehe

anonymous asked:

some more protective even????? perhaps? if you're up to it bc i loved it!!

This is perfect because I had two ideas for protective Even, but this one didn’t fit with the first prompt. It’s a different take on it, so I hope you enjoy! :) Cross-posted on AO3

Every time Isak worries about Even, Even worries about Isak.

Even always knows. Isak will ask too many questions: how’d you sleep, when’s the last time you ate, is there anything you want to talk about? He won’t leave Even alone, walking him to classes across campus from his own, sitting beside him as he draws, offering to help cook dinner despite a lack of both talent and desire. He’ll kiss Even less and hold him more.

And Isak won’t complain, won’t ask for anything, won’t dare voice that he’s not always ok, either. But Even knows, he sees the stress in his body, feels it every night Isak’s too awake beside him. That is not a boy who ever stops thinking, and thoughts aren’t always kind.

Right now, Isak’s leg won’t stop bouncing. With each rise and fall, Even imagines another thought, ones Even’s too familiar with: I’m not good enough. This is my fault. Everyone hates me.

Even’s about to rest his hand on Isak’s thigh, to calm his body and his brain as best he can, but he’s a second too late. His leg crashes into the table, shaking the cutlery.

“Sorry,” Isak says, fumbling as he puts everything back in place. “I’m sorry.”

Even was supposed to meet Isak’s parents tonight. His dad was going to bring his mom, but according to his text, that was “too stressful.” So his dad bailed too, all of five minutes ago. Like a piece of shit.

“For what?” Even asks. There’s enough food for four between them, maybe five.

“I made this into a thing, and I shouldn’t have. Things still aren’t great with my parents—I mean, they’re not bad, but yeah. I knew my dad wasn’t going to do this for me.” Before Even can speak, Isak continues, “And I got you stressed about tonight for nothing, so I’m sorry.”

Thing is, Even was not stressed about meeting Isak’s parents. He was stressed about how stressed about how stressed Isak was, and now he’s something else. Disappointed, hurt, fucking livid on Isak’s behalf. He wants to call Isak’s dad and say: man the fuck up and be here for Isak. Oh, and my name’s Even; I’m dating your son.

But, he knows that’s not what Isak needs. Isak needs him.

Isak stands up and gathers the still-clean dishes. “We should just go to McDonald’s or something and forget all this.”

Isak coughs to cover the crack in his voice that’s giving him away. No matter what he and Even do tonight, Isak’s not going to forget all this. All this is his life.

Even stands up too, but grabs Isak’s shirt to stop him. He takes the dishes out of Isak’s hands and puts them back on the table. “Hey, come sit with me for a second.”

Concern flashes across Isak’s eyes. “Are you ok?”

“Not until you are. Come on.”

Even leads them to the futon, where he pulls Isak onto his lap. He wraps his arms around Isak’s chest to keep him steady. “Talk to me,” Even whispers, then kisses Isak’s cheek. “That’s why I’m here.”

“It’s really not that big of a deal. I’m fine.”

“Right. You seem great.” Isak rolls his eyes, but settles into Even’s chest a little more. “Just tell me how you’re feeling. Honestly.”

“I don’t really know how to do that. Honestly.”

Even gets that. It’s not his strong suit, either. But they’re lucky enough to have each other, to love each other. It would be such a waste if they can’t help each other.

“Are you disappointed?” Even asks.

“I shouldn’t be.”

“There’s no right way to feel.”

“You sound like the guidance counselor.”

“Actually Isak, I sound like you when you talk to me.”

Isak smiles, caught. “Ok, maybe I’m kind of disappointed. I was nervous about tonight, but I was excited too.”

“Me too.”

“That’s not exactly it, though. I want to be mad? But I know I don’t have any right to be.“

“Why do you think that?”

“I abandoned my dad, so I can’t exactly be mad at him for abandoning me.”

This is why Isak needs Even as much as he needs Isak. Everyone needs someone to help them sort through their thoughts, to tell the unkind ones to fuck off.

“He’s your dad. It’s literally his job to be there for you. You can be mad.”

Isak tilts his head so he’s looking directly at Even. Even brushes his thumb against Isak’s cheek. “When shit like this happens, I remember how things were last year and I just…I don’t know.”

“Keep talking. You were doing so good.”

“I felt really fucking alone. And I don’t want to go back to that.”

Even holds him a little tighter, and Isak lets him. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t unload all this on you, because I know you’re here for me and—”

“Isak, I didn’t say that as a guilt-trip. I said that because I meant it.”

“Oh. Sor—”

“Don’t you dare.” Even kisses Isak’s forehead. “I’m pretty good at helping, right?”

“You’re all right.”

“You need to tell me when you’re not ok.”

“On one condition?”


“You need to tell me when you’re not ok, too.”

Even cups Isak’s face with his hands and kisses him, slow and sweet.



Cas X Reader(Winchester Sister)

Story Summary: It was still hard, getting used to living with your brothers. More frustrated with them than ever, you take off, planning on cooling down and getting some food. But a truck on the road has other plans.

You heard the loud voices long before you heard their footsteps, and you automatically knew that something hadn’t gone right. You stood up, heading for the door just as it opened and your brothers Sam and Dean came striding through the door covered in blood, and a black goo that you didn’t even want to think about. Right behind them came Castiel, who was an Angel, and their best friend.

“How did it..” You started to ask, taking stock of injuries, ready to get the first aid kit out and help stitch up whoever needed it. But as you spoke, Dean turned to Sam and interrupted you, laughing as they reminisced about the hunt they had just been on.

“Did you see that one witch? She was about ready to blow a gasket when we came through the door. If she hadn’t of been a witch I might have made a pass at her.” Dean chuckled as he headed back to the bathroom, leaving a laughing Sam behind.

“Dude, she was a witch! And she tried to spell you. With what again?” Sam asked, gingerly pulling his coat off, and you stepped forward to assist him.

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Mystic Messenger AU (Part 10)

A/N - Wow part 10 is here! Honestly can’t quite believe how many parts I’ve done now for this series. I’ve loved writing it so I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading it. I think the series will end at either part 11 or part 12 so we’re really getting close to the end!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (1) | Part 5 (2) | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 11 | Part 12

(Y/N) couldn’t help but feel scared as Mark continued to drive. The car was completely silent and (Y/N) felt like she could barely breathe. Her phone was in her pocket and she wanted more than anything to message the RFA members to tell them what was happening but she couldn’t risk Mark seeing it. If he did, then that’d be any chance of communication gone. It was better to wait until she would definitely be able to talk to them without any chance of someone seeing the phone. She needed to tell them she was okay, for now at least and that Mark hadn’t done anything to hurt her. She didn’t what he wanted exactly, or why he was taking her specifically but either way she was determined to find out. Although, she wasn’t sure if asking would get her the answers she wanted. Seeing her conflicted face in the rear-view mirror, Mark spoke up. 
“If you’re wondering where we’re going, there’s no point asking as I won’t tell. But you can ask any other questions you have.”
“If I can’t ask where you’re taking me, why are you?”
“Did you not ever wonder how you got into that app? Or why you were told to go to that apartment?”
“Well yes, but I didn’t think it was much more than a coincidence. Nor did I think you would kidnap me.”
“I am part of an organisation that is trying to take down RFA and you are our key to doing so.”
“But why me in particular?”
“Well we weren’t looking for you specifically. Just the first person to download the app once we hacked it and got it into the public domain.”
“But if you’re Jackson’s brother, why are you so against RFA? What happened between the two of you?”
“He abandoned me. He left because he didn’t care. Whatever you think of Jackson is all lies. He left to join that bullshit organisation without so much as a second thought.”
“But he said he left to keep you safe.”
“Well he was lying!” Mark shouted, making the car swerve lightly as his arms twitched from the overwhelming anger. Mark clearly thought badly of Jackson. But nothing that (Y/N) knew of Jackson suggested he would be so heartless as to abandon his own brother. Besides, the look on Jackson’s face when he saw how much Mark hated him said everything. Either Mark was lying or someone had fed him wrong information.

As the RFA members arrived at Jackson’s own home, they all looked around in wonder. There were computers and books scattered everywhere. Notebooks with scribbles of coding were dotted across the room. Anyone could tell a mastermind hacker lived there. Jackson sat at what looked like the main computer, it’s monitor big and professional looking. He typed quickly, trying to load up the program that could track (Y/N)’s phone. 
“Wait, if you can track (Y/N)’s, are you able to track all of our phones too?” Bambam asked, protectively holding onto his phone. 
“Yes. And to answer your second question, yes I do look at where you all are when I’m bored. And yes, Bambam I do know about your regular late night visits to that doughnut place when you think no one will recognise you and see you breaking your diet.” Jinyoung looked at Bambam with a judging look on his face, clearly disproving on the younger’s bad habits. 
“Don’t even start, Jinyoung. Those doughnuts taste damn good.”
“I found her phone! And she definitely still has it because I can see it moving. Mark clearly doesn’t know she has it or thinks she left it behind or something.”
“Where are they headed?” Youngjae asked, leaning on Jackson’s chair to look closer at the screen.
“Well they’re driving through some forest right now. I didn’t realise there was anything out there. There’s currently five of us here and some of us need to go and save (Y/N). I’ll stay here so I can keep an eye on the map and keep you updated on her whereabouts. Who’s going?”
“I am,” Yugyeom said immediately, eager to get (Y/N) back.
“So will I,” Jinyoung started, “I can provide much faster transportation.”
“I’ll go too,” Bambam said.
“Do you need me to stay, Jackson? Or should I go with the others?”
“I should be fine on my own. I’ll make sure to call JB to try and get him to help as well.”
“Okay, good. We haven’t heard from him in a while though. I’m worried,” Yugyeom confessed. 
“It’ll be okay, Yugyeom. We’ll find (Y/N) and get her back safely and everything will be fine,” Bambam reassured him. The four made their way out of Jackson’s house, ready to save their RFA member.

Meanwhile, Mark had parked the car and locked it, leaving (Y/N) in there alone. Her first instinct was to call Yugyeom. 
“Oh my god, (Y/N) are you okay?”
“I guess. Mark hasn’t done anything to hurt me but I’m scared.”
“Don’t worry, we’re on our way.”
“Yes, me, Bambam, Jinyoung and Youngjae are coming to come and get you out of there. Hopefully JB will come too if Jackson can get in touch with him.”
“Okay. I can’t talk long because I don’t know when Mark will be back. Please hurry, Yugyeom.”
“We’ll be there as soon as possible, (Y/N). Just hold on. We will save you, I promise.”
“I think someone’s coming. I have to go. Bye, Yugyeom.” (Y/N) quickly hung up the phone and shoved it in her pocket again so that no one would see she had it. A girl (Y/N) didn’t recognise appeared at the car window alongside someone who looked somewhat familiar. (Y/N) was sure she had seen his face somewhere before but she couldn’t put a name to the face. Mark opened the car door and told her to get out.

She followed the three into a large building that looked derelict from the outside but was thriving and full of technology inside, presumably how they managed to hack into the RFA messenger system. As (Y/N) walked behind them, she took in everything she saw. All of it was vital to finding out what kind of organisation this was and what they had done to Jackson’s brother. Eventually, they walked into a dark room that contained even more computers and had screens displaying the footage from the security cameras. It looked like some kind of control hub for the organisation. 
“So, my pretty little thing,” the girl said, her voice eerily delicate. “Do you know why you are here?”
“Something about bringing down the RFA? That’s all Mark really said.”
“I suppose that’s what we are doing. Bringing it down. But it’s more like a conversion. The RFA will disappear but its members are safe. Unless they don’t wish to convert to my cause of course.” A high pitched, painful laugh emitted from the girl and (Y/N) struggled to keep quiet and not react. Her eyes studied the strangely familiar man, hoping to realise who it was.
“Why are you staring at him?” Mark asked, narrowing his eyes at (Y/N).
“He just seems familiar, that’s all. I’m probably mistaken though.”
“I’m sure you are, my love,” the girl tittered, taking a few steps closer to (Y/N), now the one studying her.

After 45 minutes of driving and listening to Jackson’s directions, the four boys found the building that (Y/N) was now trapped in. Even from where the car was parked, they could tell there would be security cameras everywhere. 
“Any chance you can hack into the security system of this place?” Bambam asked into the phone. 
“Yes, while you were driving I tried to trace the IP of the computer Mark used to hack into the system and it matches up to where (Y/N) is. I should be able to use that to get into the computer system and try and shut something down. I’ll either turn off select cameras or I’ll shut the whole place down if I can. That’ll buy you some extra time to find her.”
“Great,” Youngjae said as the four got out of the car. 
“It might be best to hang up now. Keep texting with updates, Jackson,” Jinyoung added. 
“Will do. Good luck, guys.”
“You too, Jackson.” Jinyoung ended the call and looked to the 3 others with him.
“We need some kind of strategy to do this.”
“How about we just find a back entrance, sneak in and try to find (Y/N)?” Yugyeom suggested, ever more desperate to find (Y/N). 
“It’s risky. We don’t know anything about what that place is like inside. And we can’t risk texting (Y/N) either. Otherwise who knows what might happen if they find out she’s been in contact with us? Oh, Jackson’s sent a message already. Turns out he’s shutting the system down shortly so we can have to get in and out of there as quickly as we can.”
“Let’s do this then,” Bambam said, trying to keep optimistic for everyone’s benefit, particularly Yugyeom’s.

As (Y/N) stood in the room listening to the three talk and discuss where they would keep her, she managed to access her phone. They all had her backs to her and didn’t seem to care about her presence anymore, deeming her too scared or useless to run off. She had reduced the brightness of the screen to be as inconspicuous as possible. Opening up the messenger, she glanced at the profile images on the screen. It was then she realised who the man was. Before she could process what she had realised, all the lights and screens in the room turned off. (Y/N) hurriedly shoved her phone back in her pocket and looked at her 3 captors. They were all equally confused and concerned.
“What the hell has happened?!” The girl shrieked, looking at Mark accusingly. 
“I do not know. It may just be a power cut.”
“Well when will everything start working again?”
“Rika, you know that’s impossible to tell,” the other man said, putting his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. Wait, Rika? (Y/N) stood there confused. The RFA members had all said Rika was dead. Before she could think about it anymore, she heard the sounds of footsteps rushing to the door. Then all of a sudden, she saw Yugyeom, Bambam, Jinyoung and Youngjae burst through. 
“Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up,” the girl, apparently Rika, said.
“Wait, Rika?” Yugyeom said, his voice and face full of shock.
“But, we thought you were dead,” Youngjae said in disbelief.
“Yes you did. But surprise! I’m alive as ever, my boys. We did a good job hiding it, didn’t we, love?” Rika said, giggling as she playfully stroked the the man’s cheek. He was stood with his back to the RFA members so they were yet to see who it was with Rika. 
“What? Love? No, it can’t be…” Jinyoung said, his hand over his mouth. 
“Oh but it is, Jinyoung. Your precious leader isn’t as loyal to you as you thought.”
“What? JB?” Bambam questioned, struggling to take it all in. JB turned around, confirming their suspicions, a look of guilt on his face. (Y/N) could see the guilt all over his face. It was undeniable. What else was undeniable was the fact that JB had betrayed them. He had betrayed RFA and had been working for this secret organisation for god knows how long. It was all so overwhelming. (Y/N) saw how distraught Yugyeom looked and immediately ran to him, holding him close to comfort him. 
“Oh, bless. Look’s like my little cousin has got himself a girlfriend. And it’s the girl we used to break up the RFA. What a lovely little turn of events, don’t you think?” Rika mused out loud, laughing manically to herself. 
“How did you get here?” Mark demanded, speaking for the first time in a while. 
“Oh that doesn’t matter, little one. The fact that they are here makes things easier. Much, much easier.”
“What the hell are you even doing here?” Yugyeom asked his cousin. 
“That is what you’ll soon find out, my dearest cousin,” Rika giggled, looking suspiciously at each of the RFA members. The whole thing set all of them on edge. And by the looks of things, even JB was unsettled. Which, based on the circumstances, was not a good thing.

// they were!! But you sent this very soon after they closed and I promised i’d write V and Saeran for that post regardless so here it is!! Saerans is a little NSFW, nothing too bad. Just some rough kissing and implied succ

READ THIS POST before reading this! It has the plot in it! However that plot takes place while in a route so it’s a little confusing, just take out some of the bits and pieces but you still get the basic storyline.


This would be “ after route ” technically, So Saeran is living with Saeyoung and all that,  I didn’t really know what to do with V so let’s just pretend he has a route here for a second and his good ending would be him getting the eye surgery and being with MC! So this “ takes place ” after that!


It had been a long day for him. First his car wouldn’t turn on, leaving him trapped cold out in a snow storm. Second he had dropped his camera into the wet snow, it was new, expensive, and definitely not waterproof. He just hoped it would be okay by the time he made it home, leg bouncing a bit from anxiety.
As soon as he unlocked the door of his house and exhale out of pure exhaustion exits his lips, running a gloved hand through his hair to shake out the small snowflakes that had gotten buried inside. Winter was such a beautiful time, but him and his car didn’t seem to think alike.

A hot and much needed bath calmed his nerves by a mile, It was still fairly early— About seven pm, so he didn’t know what he should do with his spare time for the rest of the night.
Suddenly an image of you flashed in his mind, his heart skipping a beat at the pretty picture. As much as he’d love to drive over to your home and see you, hold you and touch you– his car still wasn’t working right, and visibility was pretty low due to the heavy snow.
He sighed softly, God he missed you. It’s only been a few days since he’d seen you last but even that seemed like years ago to him. Your scent, smile, the way your eyes light up when you laugh. He hated missing things like those when he wasn’t with you. In all honesty he was so desperate to question if you’d like to move in with him so he could be with you all the time, but yet so terrified of making you feel as if things were going to fast. The last thing in this world he wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable.
He sank down into the grey couch, goosebumps spreading over at the sensation of cold leather against himself. Pushing the still wet blue strands of hair away from his face before grabbing for his phone off of the glass coffee table it rested on, he slide across the screen to unlock it.
The battery was a little low, but still enough for a phone call. His heart always skipped a beat whenever he was about to call you, his fingers moving fast to dial the digits he needed to reach. He cleared his throat before swallowing thickly, he’d hoped you’ve eaten something already by this time.

As soon as you picked up he was nervous, he heard you sigh quite heavily out of what– disdain maybe?  It took him aback for a second, was that for him?

“ I’m not going to tell you again, stop calling this number. ”
He felt his blood run cold, you spoke up once more with a harsh and demanding tone before he had the chance to question what he had done wrong.
“ I don’t have feelings for you and I never will. ”
He takes a few seconds to take in what you said before he hears the dial tone, his brows furrowed in confusion as he started down at his phone in pure disbelief. Was it something he had done or said? Were you upset at him? Instantly he feels like crying, stinging tears piling in the corners of his eyes as he vision becomes slightly blurred, God he didn’t want to loose you like he’s lost everything else. You were the best thing that’s happened to him in a very long time, and he just blew it. Was he too pushy when he visited you? He feels like the room is closing in on him and his chest is tight, stomach heavy.

He tries to sleep but he can’t, his body was exhausted but his brain was wide awake, struck with panic and the nagging fear of being alone again,  it was a little past three in the morning before he finally decides to send you a text you and ask what he did wrong and how he could fix it, he couldn’t bare to let you go that easily.

* “ MC, whatever i’ve done to upset you i’m so so incredibly sorry.. Please, tell me what i’ve done so I can fix this. Please.. I don’t want to loose you.

Sleep was not on his mind that night. He stared at the screen for hours as his heart raced, silently praying for your reply to come fast yet still dreaded it at the same time. He sent a few much longer texts after that about how much he loved you and how terrible he was, and a string of apologies. It was around 7 pm before you finally responded to him, he felt his stomach turn when his phone lit up.

* “ V What are you talking about?? ”

Before he could reply his phone buzzed, making him jump a little. He was so tired, but he answered right away.

“ Hello MC.. ”
He greeted you warily, throat dry with anticipation.
“ Hi V.. What were your texts about last night? I never said any of that stuff. ”
You murmur in confusion, your voice was a little croaky from just waking up.
“ .. I called you.. Late last night, and you said that you didn’t have feelings for me anymore. ”
His eyes were half lidded but his mind was still wide awake, his hand clenched the sheets tightly.
“ No no.. V, that wasn’t for you.. ”
You go on to explain the situation to him, he audibly sighs out of sheer relief at your reasonings. He was so scared the entire night and now that all just melted away at your words.

He sinks back into his bed as he chuckles softly, his chest rising and lowering as his breath becomes slower, eyes focusing on the ceiling.  Still in disbelief he runs his fingers through his hair, questioning if you would like to talk to him about your day yesterday. All he wanted was to hear your voice after all that happened the night before. Now more than ever he was so grateful for you, the feeling of loosing you was something he never wanted to experience again.


It had been three weeks since he had forgiven his brother Saeyoung. Three weeks that he never thought he would be able to live to see in his lifetime. It had been hard, learning to cope with all this. He still had a lot of pent up emotion deep inside, Most nights he’d just stare up at the ceiling in thought and doubt. Usually when he was feeling upset at something you would text him as if you knew, if you felt what he was feeling. The others didn’t think MC was making a smart move being with him, even if they didn’t say it he could tell. He could feel it, most were upset at him. But the way he felt when he was around you was alien to him, never in his life had he wanted to make someone as proud, make someone as happy as he did you. How could a person be so kind– so amazing? He’d always dreamed someone like you would come take him away from this awful life, but never thought it would actually happen. So their thoughts and words meant nothing to him.

It had been another tough night, he just felt on edge constantly. Everything Saeyoung said or did annoyed him and he couldn’t figure out why. He’d been trying to  teach himself self control, controlling anger, he just still had a lot of pent up frustrations at his brother that it was hard sometimes. After a quiet dinner he excused himself, ignoring Seven’s desperate pleas to ’ hang out ’ with him. Tonight he just wasn’t in the mood for socialization. However his mind wandered straight to you behind closed doors, he couldn’t help but wonder what you were doing this late. Were you thinking of him too? Everything was so new and foreign to him he wasn’t sure if he was doing this whole relationship thing right but he really was trying. He sank down into his bed with a long exhausted sigh, rubbing his eyes and groaning softly as the bright light of his phone screen lit up the room. It was a text from Saeyoung, he considered ignoring it, but it was caption less and a picture file so he was curious.
As soon as he opened it he cringed at the longcat meme his brother had sent, couldn’t he have sent one that was more.. new? But still, he couldn’t help but smirk at how stupid it was. Damnit.
He didn’t reply, instead returning back into his messages app. A conversation with you caught his eye, he’d talked to you a few hours ago but you still haven’t replied. A small pout grew prominent on his lips, he hated it when you took so long to text him back.
He debated back and forth for a second, but he made up his mind and clicked on your contact– The picture of you causing him to smile softly. He pressed the call button and put it on speaker, staring at the picture in front of him. Finally he jumped a little when you picked up, He was about to ask why you were taking so damn long to reply to him but you spoke up before hand.
“ I’m not going to tell you again, stop calling this number. ”
He felt his heart sink instantly and his brows furrow in anger and confusion, The fuck? You had to be drunk. Or joking.
“ I don’t have feelings for you and I never will. ”
He started blankly at the screen in front of him, processing your cruel words for a few moments before clenching his phone tightly enough it could shatter.
There’s no way in hell you get to say something like that to him. You’re everything to him, what was he supposed to do without you? We’re all those ’ i love yous ’ not real? No, you had feelings for him wether you wanted to admit that or not. He could see it, hell— he could feel it.

It was around one in the morning before you switch into night mode, making yourself some chamomile tea and dressing in some loose sweatpants and a white tee-shirt. Your ex hadn’t called back, that was a relief. Hopefully they got the message loud and clear by now.
Settling into the bed you sigh softly seeing no one was in the messenger at the moment. Usually Saeran was on every night at this time, that was odd for him to break schedule like that. A harsh knock at your door pulls you from your thoughts, also causing you to jump slightly. It was late, why anyone would be here at this time was above you. You swallow thickly, setting the cup down on the nightstand before cautiously making your way towards the door, fists clenched as your nails dig into the palms of your hands.
You reach towards the door handle, before the doors even fully opened its pushed open, causing you to squeal loudly. You don’t even have time to process what’s going on when you feel a familiar pair of lips locked tightly onto yours, it was rough and passionate– His teeth grinding against yours painfully but yet it felt so good. You open your eyes half way to confirm who you think this is, Yes– thank god it was actually your boyfriend. A large hand cups the side of your face, deepening the kiss even more than it already was. You had no idea what had gotten into him but at the moment you didn’t care– Too focused on the sudden advance that had been thrown at you. His fingers roughly traced your face, then down your neck, slowly traveling towards your waist until reaching your hips, gripping tightly as he pulled your body tight against his own. After what seemed like years both of you pull away, breathless but your faces still inches apart. His usual blueish yellow eyes were so dark and menacing, Unknown traits showing through.
“ If you truly didn’t have feelings for me, Would you really melt the way you just did? ”
And devilish smirk apparent on his lips as he caught his breath, hand giving your hip a tight squeeze before his eyes scanned your own confused ones, trying to figure out what you were thinking.
But actions speak louder than words, right? You didn’t know what he was talking about and frankly didn’t care, practically throwing yourself onto him as your nails hungrily run up and down his back, looking for something to grab onto and you kiss him back equally as passionate and hungry.
He couldn’t feel the full effect of yours hands through his thick jacket but he didn’t care, all he knew is that you were his and he was yours.
The rest of the night is filled with pure passion and lust, actions do truly speak louder than words.

Don’t Care

This is a little extra to Got7′s song “Don’t Care.” I’d been working on this today so feel free to share and make this one of your favorites. I’m taking requests so feel free to inbox me with your scenarios and I’ll try my hardest to recreate them. This will have a part 2 so stick around. 

Word Count: 2655

Type: Fluff, Angst, lil ol smut

“There’s an awning." 
As you run under, your heels come down hard on the pavement, thunder ringing out in the afternoon shower. How could you not have known about this?
Your clothes were now a mess. From head to foot you were soaked, your hair framing your face as the water dripped down your chest, soaking into your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"Ah…guess we’ll be stuck here for a while.”
JB ran his hand through his hair, flicking the water off as as shook his leather jacket. He was no different, his earrings glistening as water fell from the onyx hoops. His burgundy hair slicked away from his sharp features, tasseled at his expense, falling in his eyes as he looked around.

You never expected to see hadn’t in almost 3 months. One day you guys had woken up, staring at one another in the silence. His smile made your heart soar. Every time you giggled you felt the thunderous roar of his own shaking the bed. Everything was perfect.
The next thing you knew, he’d started yelling and before you could catch on to what was going on-
“I can’t do this anymore. We should end this before things get bad.”
He grabbed his things after that and left, slamming the door as he went. No matter how many texts you sent and calls you made he ignored them all.
You cried every day and didn’t sleep that first month…things were just turning around since then, this was the first day you’d decided to leave the house.
To enjoy some solitude and have some lunch on the patio of your favorite restaurant. Just a block away in the cross walk however, a loud group passed by, and one of them knocked the clutch from your hand.
By the time you looked behind, he’d picked it up and dusted it off.
When his eyes met yours you both stopped..
JB was the one who’d knocked against you. Frozen in the cross walk, you could only stare, afraid that anything you could say will result in your anger and confusion to come boiling out after finally getting a leash on it.
You gulped..hard.
You’d forgotten what it felt like to hear him say your name. The butterflies started in your heart, but we’re quickly smashed by the stone of pain down to your belly, where they flapped one last time before completely dying out.
He’d dumped you without warning. Don’t be an idiot falling into his lap when you see him. You’ve got better things to do and right now you are enjoying yourself.
“I’m sorry do I know you?”
“Y/N don’t be like that, you know me-”
The cars blared at the two of you, Jinyoung and Jackson had already been on the other side of the street waiting for him.
“Hyung, let’s go. We’re gonna miss lunch if you keep up.”

JB looked back momentarily as the horns went off again before grabbing you by the small of your back and pushing you to the other side of the street, trying to find a way to speak. 
“Your friends are waiting for you, you should go. And give me back my clutch-”
You tried snatching it from him, but he jolted it above his head and out of your reach.
“No way. Not until I talk to you.”
“Yeah right, you up and left 3 months ago without saying a word.”
“Without saying a word?! Are you serious? You-”
Jackson ran up beside them, looking at the female quizzically before he snapped his fingers.
“Y/N?! God it’s good to see you, you look great!”
He smiled halfway, your anger still coiling itself around you as your eyes cut back to JB.
“You too Jackson-”
“Listen if you don’t mind I’m just gonna be a second-”
“Like hell you are, you owe me an explanation Im Jaebum.”
His eyes cut to yours, a flash of darkness taking over.
“..Don’t call my name like that Jagi.”
“I’m not your Jagi anymore, Im Jaebum.”

JB nearly growled as he lowered the bag, making Jinyoung step in to try diffusing the bad blood between you two.
“Ok ok. Look. You two are in no place to talk about anything. So how about you go get lunch with Kit, me and Jackson will be fine.”
“No, I’m going to my favorite restaurant and I don’t want him-”
“The one down on G street?…I like that place..”
“Yeah cause of me and I really don’t want to eat with you.”
“LOOK. You two are in public. How about you go handle this elsewhere, OVER LUNCH and not on the street. OK?”
Jinyoung wasn’t giving us an option. He was hangry and we were keeping him up.

“…fine. But you’re paying.”
“You heard me. You owe me after 3 months of hell.”
As you snatched your clutch away and walked ahead, you grumbled loudly; clearly wanting to get this over with.

As you walked, it was awkward for a while, your heels clicking loudly as you tried staying a good distance away. But his legs were much longer than yours, and before you knew it you were tired.
“Y/N…why..I mean..what the hell…”
As you neared the restaurant, you saw the busy line leading out the door and then some, making you whine loudly.
As you pouted, thunder rang overhead, and a second later you were pelted by heavy showers.
Fast forward after making a break for the awning about a block away from your original destination, you leaned against the metal beam absolutely finished with this.

“Your fault.”
You retorted quickly.
“Your. Fault. First I see you, then my restaurant is crowded, now I’m stuck, drenched under an awning and hungry. You ruined my day. Your. Fault.”
JB glared at you for only a moment before sighing openly.
“I’m not your Jagi, stop calling me that.”

It was silent before he let go an exasperated sigh, pulling his hair from his eyes once again. 
“…you ruined that 3 months ago…you can’t call me that anymore…J..”
You crossed your arms in tight, a chill dancing its way up your arms as that day played back in your mind again.

“Would you stop interrupting me? Jeez Y/ know, for the past 3 months I’ve seriously been a mess and couldn’t figure out why. I know now it’s cause of you.”

You stayed silent, swallowing the comment as the fluttering kicked up once again. You stared out at the rain, half enjoying it, half cursing it as the heavy pelts clapped against the metal sheet above you.

“You..really don’t know why any of this happened do you..?”
His gaze meeting yours momentarily as you looked up. When the tears threatened to fall, you looked away, exhausted with the ordeal.

"You know JB? If I would’ve gone to lunch with y/bf/n today like I’d planned I would’ve never saw you. I wouldn’t be cold and drenched. I wouldn’t be hungry either. But I am. And I still don’t know what I’m doing standing under this awning with you.”

Tears fell as you tried turning from his view, but your voice had forsaken you as it broke.
“3 months ago I called you at least 100 times that day. I didn’t understand anything. 3 years JB. 3 whole years and you just dumped it without so much as even a tear. I wished everyday it was a joke. A test of some kind. But one day I woke up and knew you weren’t coming back. I slept in your shirts, wore your robe. Sprayed your cologne. Hell, I’m still wearing this stupid ring.”

You wanted to take it off and throw it at him, but all you could do was twist it around your finger, the onyx and gold band bringing you solace in the overflow of confusion.

“…For what’s is worth, I’m still wearing mine..”
A throaty, pained chuckle left you as those cursed wings started up again.  
“I read every text, called you back at night..but couldn’t get past the first ring. Your favorite shirt I keep inside my pillow case..your perfume I spray on my bed so you’re the first one I think of..when I wake..”
JB wrapped his jacket around your shoulders. The inside was dry and comfy as he pulled the lapels close to your neck. You felt like shrugging it off, but when his cologne hit your nose you breathed in deep. The one you like so bought it for him for Christmas..
“And when I went to sleep.”
His eyes met yours, before grazing over your lips, then your damp cleavage. That darkness flashed across his features once again as his hands rubbed down your forearms, those huge palms warm compared to your soft skin.
When he’d patted the tears away, you found yourself nearly leaning into his touch. Your eyes closed briefly before meeting his once again. 
The fight in you drained away as quickly as the rain trapped you here. You just couldn’t refuse JB. He submitted into your charms every time. Kryponite. There was no refusing the way you felt. No denying any of it..He shouldn’t have ever left you. If all it took was a simple touch to know the truth.
“Then…why did you…”
“I also dreamt of you. Every night. Thought of you every single moment. I never wanted to be alone because I missed being alone with you. Remember that picture you stuck in my mirror a week before that happened? The one of you in the park?”
“I kissed it every single day, took it with me on those late nights at the studio. Held it to my heart when I needed you most.”
JB came in closer, the words spilling from his mouth bringing down every wall you’d built. 

“Today was the first time I’d really went out for me. To enjoy the boys company and some good food to talk..about you.”
“..why me..?”
“They’d been wondering what happened since I came home that day, I was completely livid..angry..breaking shit..Jackson was the only one when he grabbed me..I lost it..”

His voice broke momentarily, tears threatening to fall as he looked away.

“Why..I mean what would you even..?”
“Everything..from every strand of hair down to your toes. To your high pitched laugh, and the way your right leg twitches when you sleep. To your hands and the way you play with them when you get anxious.”
JB smiled as he watched you twiddle with the ring around your finger once again before intertwining them with his own as he inched even closer. 

His voice was so low, an amorous tone flitting its way through your heart and up your spine before curling up warmly and taking res in your lower belly. JB was weak to no one but you, his eyes kept finding yours as you bit your lip before his hand trapped you beneath him with his chest pressed lightly to yours. JB always trapped you like this, and you couldnt help the way you instantly took hold of his forearms. That was just what happened when he got close..when he gave you that look. It felt good..his body warm, smooth, evasive yet invited. You wanted him crowding you, needed him to.

“To those beautiful big eyes that always looked at me cutely. To your nose that crinkled when you those lips..”
His thumb lightly brushed against your lower lip, back and forth before he’d caressed your jawline and gripped the nape of you neck as he used his thumb to make you look at him.
“Those petal soft lips that release the most beautiful voice..the cutest noises..the sexist moans and gasps I’ve ever heard. Theses lips that gave only me the softest kisses..”

His chest pressed in against yours more, making your grip tighten on him. The fixation on your lips lifted to meet your begging eyes.
It’d been 3 months since you last felt that kiss. Since you felt his warmth, since he’d been so close. You didn’t know how much you craved him till now. How your body absorbed all his heat, how you needed to feel those eyes on you. How that voice washed away everything those 3 months of damage had done, like a tiny wave pushing way at the sand.

“How you said-”
“Im Jaebum…”
He hissed, his member threatening to harden against your belly before chuckling.
“Just like that…especially when you need me…and you need me right now…don’t you Jagi..?”
JB searched your eyes as you exhaled, watching his lips as he spoke. The slight nod and mumble proved true to his question before he leaned in…just inches from your lips.

“I need you too Jagi..more than you could fathom.”
JB teased you, inching closer, hovering so as you could feel the warmth of those lips sure as if they were pressed hungrily against you.
The ache that left in his name had his lips pressed lightly at first, before he laced on another, and another till you gasped lightly against his lips. Your whole body shivered as his tongue grazed against your lip, invading you, taking your breathes as his hand cranked down harder on your neck. As a light, sinful moan escaped you, JB ran his fingers softly through your hair as his body flushed tight against yours. His arousal kicked up hard, and your hands gripped his waist, pulling him in more.

Pure need, passion and something dark poured into you, his tongue slipping in and out skillfully, giving you what you missed so eagerly. His hand crept up your spine, just the way you liked it; lightly, just his fingertips before they’d flatted out and pressed into your dimples. The one spot that had that aching moan leaving your lips, had your hands shaking, and your back arching seductively as he grabbed your hips. When your head went fuzzy he pulled away, your eyes still closed, lips puffy as you bit them to choke back the needy whine that’d threatened to escape you.

“Y/N…how about we take this to your place..we order some food. And talk there..ok?”
You managed a “huh?” Before he laughed at your dizzied expression.
“Food. Your place..I’ll pay. Deal?”
“Deal..just don’t stop kissing me.”

The throaty chuckle that left as he placed one long open mouth kiss on you, biting your lip and letting go with a pop, had you gasping as that warmth had began snaking down and sweltering inside your core.
“Chinese sound good to you?”
He placed another on you, going slower as you pulled him in more to grind himself against you.
“I’ll call now..and you call the taxi. Ok?”
“One more…”
Your eyes lifted slowly, pure need and sex glistening in them. JB shuddered, entranced in your gaze before he finally breathed.
“God I missed you..”
His lips assaulted yours eagerly, his hunger roaring as his thick arousal pressed into you hungrily.

A loud protest of hunger pushed between you like a needy child as JB pulled away, causing you to blush before your laughter rang out against heave of rain. 
“Alright, let’s get home and fed.”
“And talk?”
“Yes, and then talk.”
As he pulled out the phone he didn’t bother with the address. He’d known of for…well he’s never not known it. He practically lived there. The condo he shared with the boys was such a foreign placed since he’d been with you, he’d almost forgotten which room was his.
As you called for a taxi, you laid your head against his chest, listening to his heart thump loudly.
‘3 years and he’s still nervous around me.’
As you looked up, his gaze feigned true as rose hit his cheeks, making him smile as he’d cursed himself.
“I missed you.”
He smiled, and that heartbeat went faster.
“I missed you too.”


So here are more pics of my sweet son. Too bad he disappointed he didn’t get first place but…

he still makes time to look at his bae


at his bae


No, but my son is just too fab for me. He belongs in a fucking Tresemme commercial or something with that gorgeous hair of his

So, once again…..I took too many pics for tumblr so I made a second part for this ep which is here

And, here are the pics from season 2 thus far: 

Ep 15 Part One and Part TwoEp 14

And here are the ones from season 1:

Ep 13, Ep 12,  Ep 11, Ep 10, Ep 9, Ep 8, Ep 7, Ep 6, Ep 5

Jeremiah 15:19 Thus says the LORD, “If you return, then I will restore you.
No matter how far you have gone from the Lord, no matter how many bad and evil sins you may have committed against Him, He will still take you back and start all over again – no matter your age, and no matter how bad your current condition is. Our God is a God of second chances. God loves to take His people back when they return to Him in repentance. He will build them up and fully restore them, and place them on the path of His perfect will for their lives. It is never too late to start all over again with the Lord.

get out (dylan)

Words: 1057

Trigger Warnings: lol columbine again, also kyle valesquez and his whole shebang :c

Request: hi there! can you do like… seein them on 4/20 and they don’t really know you but they randomly decide to let you out of the school because Dylan knows the jocks bullied you as well really hard

A/N: yall please don’t hate on me for this or anything i just kinda write what’s requested also i cried writing this 

When the gunshots first went off, you just thought it was a senior prank and kept on studying.

But when people started screaming, you started to get a little anxious, looking around at all the people who were also getting anxious. Kyle right next to you swallowed in fear, looking at you. You tried to smile at him, tapping his hand in a reassuring gesture.

The moment when people really freaked out was when a teacher ran in, shouting at everybody to get under the table, which everybody didn’t do at first. Everybody started murmuring about what to do, when she yelled again; “Everybody get under the table! There’s a kid with a gun!”

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I know a woman in her 30s: she’s married, she has a toddler, and she desperately wants a second child – but a dangerous medical condition means that having another baby would be life-threatening. Despite being careful, she got pregnant. She had an abortion because she wasn’t willing to risk her life and leave her child motherless, but she still feels a deep sadness.

I know another woman, in her 20s, who had a shitty boyfriend (but no kids) when her birth control failed and she found herself with a pregnancy she knew she didn’t want – a pregnancy she wasn’t ready for. She was upset about the situation, but had no doubts about what she wanted to do and, after the abortion, no regrets. She rarely thinks about the pregnancy or the abortion anymore.

If you’re like a lot of people, you probably have much more sympathy for the first woman than the second. Though the majority of people in America and Northern Ireland and so many other places believe abortion should be legal, too many of us still think about reproductive rights as if there’s a hierarchy of good and bad abortions – the kind that women “deserve”, and the kind women should be ashamed of.

But those two women? They’re both me.

—  It’s OK to tell your abortion story, my contribution to #1in3speaks 
spring anime 2017 part 2: girlfriendship is magic

I can’t believe Maidragon was so powerful it brought the entire 90s back.

See also:

• spring anime 2017 part 1: woke up late

• spring anime 2017 part 3: comfy and easy to wear

spring anime 2017 bonus round: things you already knew were good

Clockwork Planet

Yes, forecasts this season predict heavy showers of magical girlfriends.This time the dude afflicted by this sudden precipitation is a clockwork nerd, who gets a clockwork gothloli dropped on him. This may be less of a coincidence than it sounds because for spurious reasons the entire planet has been replaced by clockwork – if you thought this show was mentally capable of having a metaphorical title, I have bad news. So basically this is teen schmuck + robot superweapon having fights in a city that looks like a lazy steampunk cosplayer’s top hat, in between erotic misunderstandings. I’m regretting that I called Macchiavellism’s fights bad because a couple good action cuts are already a lot to ask for, as evidenced here: It looks just terrible, and obviously the content itself is even worse. Nuh-uh.


I love Hiro Kanzaki’s character designs. There, I said it. I just wish they weren’t attached to bullshit like OreImo or Eromanga-sensei, which, being by the same author and all, is more or less the same thing. It’s pretty bad when the implied incest fantasy is the least revolting thing about your celebration of otaku shittery: So a schlubby light novel protagonist who also writes light novels (and who happens to be surrounded by hot bitches that just love people who write light novels because that’s so cool) finds out that the mysterious porn artist he’s collaborating with over the internet is actually his hikkikomori little sister, who reacts to this revelation like any girl would: being tsundere. This means it’s full of mildly self-deprecating nerd humor, the infuriating kind that makes it abundantly clear that if the author meant any of it, he wouldn’t write this crap. Even worse is that the sibling relationship is played for sappy family feels, which I would be more willing to give the benefit of the doubt to if this wasn’t OreImo 2: The Sequel To OreImo. And the main guy can’t keep his eyes from wandering anyway, so it’s not like there’s a mystery here. I’ll say it looks real good, obviously there’s money in the OreImo market and it’s well made as a result, plus the aforementioned character designs. But if I want more Hiro Kanzaki I’d rather watch Go! Go! 575 again.

Hinako Note

There’s actually no Manga Time Kirara adaptation this season, but worry not, Hinako Note is indistinguishable from one of those (that one being GochiUsa). So it’s Kirara at it’s most basic too: 5 girls with mild, generic quirks hang out and cute things take place. You get your shy one, you get your hungry one, you get your tiny maid one, etc. Ostensibly this is theater-themed, but as of episode 1 it’s less about theater than K-ON is about music, and that’s saying something. Now, these shows are always extremely inoffensive by design, and if they do nothing fundamentally wrong they just come across as dull. Since this does nothing fundamentally wrong, it just comes across as dull. Congratulations, Hinako Note, you pulled it off even while being born in the wrong magazine.


The easy hook when writing about Kabukibu is that it’s another DEEN show about a classic Japanese performance artform, but it’s blindingly obvious right away that Kabukibu is no Rakugo Shinjuu – it being about a school club is right in the title after all, and it has the requisite spurious punctuation too, so everything else falls into place from there. The main innovation is that this is about cute guys doing cute kabuki. As always, our main dude has to gather the five members to bring the school club back to life first. So it’s unimaginative and honestly rather bad, but I still like it. For starters there’s the bit where our lead is such a nerd that he spends every conversation clearing up common misconceptions about kabuki, which is hilarious, since it resembles weeaboo Richard Stallman wanting to interject for a second over and over again. Secondly, the comical cast of misfits does seem to have potential, with a rock singer that can’t sing, an obvious woman that is actually a woman, and so on. Overall it reminds me of Cheer Danshi, an obvious C-list production that gets by by being earnest. If I can learn to not be annoyed at the yodelling kabuki inflection, I might actually watch this for a lark.

The King’s Avatar

This may be completely outside the “Japanese cartoon” purview of this post since it’s 100% Chinese and doesn’t even have a Japanese dub like the Haoliners productions, but it’s on MAL so it counts I suppose. Also, it’s rather… good? The King’s Avatar is about a legendary MMO pro gamer who gets kicked off his team and has to give up his account, which afflicts him with a multitude of sads. After a bit of soul-searching he starts playing the game again on a new server, starting from level 1. What makes this not as bad as it sounds is that it’s not an isekai bonanza, but a sports show where the sport happens to be visually interesting, and it’s a slow and contemplative sports show at that. The whole “starting from level 1" thing is a topical twist on the sports comeback story, and it looks fairly nice too, a few bits of unfortunate CG aside (but that’s common, so whatever). Yeah, I like this, and if fansubs turn out to not be a huge hassle to get hold of I’ll give it a try.

Love Kome - We Love Rice

Back in Japan, please enjoy this short comedy about rice crop gijinka, boyband edition. It has atrocious character designs and is painfully unfunny. So nothing new there.


Girlfriends keep falling in my lap, and that might mean my eyes will soon be turning red. Hey, this is the old “reverse isekai”, where some nerd gets to live with a bunch of characters from his favorite anime that inexplicably became real. Brace for domestic hijinks and fish-out-of-water comedy - and a lot of action, because this is Ei Aoki working with offbrand Fate material. He may be this show’s saving grace, because I’m willing to forgive dumb action anime a lot if it at least manages to have some actual fucking action in it. The idea that these anime characters think they’re in the “realm of the gods” (i.e., their creators, you see) also has some storytelling potential, if it doesn’t get buried under stuff blowing up and comedic trips to the konbini. And it doesn’t have a “walking in on the girl naked” scene, which probably counts as “classy” in this field. I don’t know, it sure is stupid as hell but it might be a good time. We’ll see.

Renai Boukun

Renai Boukun is a comedy’s comedy about a very silly cupid that ships people, and herself. As a real anime comedy, it is of course chock full of people acting wacky followed by reaction faces, which is my kryptonite. I do have to admit that this show at least goes all out with it, it’s fast and furious and never lets up. Some of the jokes are even okay (mostly the more absurd ones like the unsettlingly bizarre cat with a human face), though most are just repetitive, like the yandere girl being constantly jealous. Yeah, this is just totally not my thing, but if I give it any amount of praise that probably means it’s a good one?

Seikaisuru Kado

Never say that bureaucrats don’t get no respect, because this is the second season in a row where we get an anime about pencilpushers being totally awesome. The main difference between this and ACCA is that ACCA was roughly 80% style, and Seikaisuru Kado has no style. It makes up for it with conviction, because this is a show where some desk jockey assigned to wind down an electroplating business spends a night googling, with the result being him developing a new electroplating procedure that saves the company and impresses physics professors – and that is the intro before the science fiction aspect comes into play. Oh yeah, there’s a science fiction aspect. So after a job well done, Super Bureaucrat Man is taking a flight from Haneda airport when a Borg cube unceremoniously drops on the plane. The rest of the episode is spent with scientists trying to figure out what happened, mostly by shooting tank shells at the cube and so on. Guess they just aren’t bureaucratic enough, because by the end our hero emerges from the cube, having apparently come to an agreement with the proprietor. Uh. Yes, this is an extreme amount of nonsense, and I have no idea where this is supposed to be going. With the amount of military hardware on display, it makes me think “GATE, but not for total assholes”, but who knows. It looks very weird too, it’s a CG show that cuts a lot of corners by using 2D animation (I know, right?). Usually CG characters are good when you have a lot of action because it enables a fluid camera, but this has no action and they still could have done their special effects in CG like everyone else. So it ends up as an anime where the important characters look worse than the unimportant ones they couldn’t be bothered to build a CG model for. The whole thing is bizarre enough to be intriguing, but I don’t have high hopes for it, especially since the slots for shows I actually want to watch are now filling up.

Tsuki ga Kirei

Case in point: Tsuki ga Kirei is a romance about a bookish nerd dude who loves to quote Dazai at his most morose, and a neurotic girl. Needless to say, it is very awkward, but also kind of cute. This may seem like a slim synopsis, but that’s pretty much it: Tsuki ga Kirei is the sort of show that has the potential to be great if it pays off, but just becomes boring to infuriating Mari Okada clone #3879435 if it doesn’t. So it’s a risky proposition, and not one you can call based on the first episode. On the execution level it seems to do it right so far, it’s well directed, sticks to its slow, sensitive tone and looks pleasant and detailed – the only distracting thing are regrettable and robotic CG background characters all over the place. Overall, this is a show that demands at least three episodes, which it will get from me. Ask again later.

Twin Angel BREAK

Finally, if you’re looking for some basic-ass mahou shoujo shit, here’s the new Twin Angel spinoff. It’s indeed some basic-ass mahou shoujo shit (two-girl team aka PreCure version). The genki red one and the reserved blue one go around fighting evil by the moonlight or whatever, while being cheered on by their one-gimmick-each friends. I somehow doubt this thing is setting itself up for a subversion of any kind, so yeah. What you see is what you get. The only memorable thing is that the action is more than merely bad here, it’s comically bad. Seriously, it’s somewhere between Astro Fighter Sunred and Ninja Slayer. Too bad the rest of the show is just unambitiously competent, so watching it for production pratfalls seems like it’s not worth it either.


Ueda Keisuke’s blunder during K The Stage’s Curtain Call
Ueda: I played the role of Yata Fushimi… Oh wait, that’s not right.
Suzuki: ?!
Cast: Eh? *laughs*
Audience: ヾ(>▽<)ノ
Ueda: Wait, listen! Listen! Hear me out for a second!
Suzuki: ……
Ueda: The director, along with the staff, kept on saying “Yata-Fushimi, Yata-Fushimi” when talking about our fight scenes, SO IT WAS BOUND TO HAPPEN, OKAY?!
Ueda: …*laughs*
Ueda: Sorry! Sorry about that!

Not Much For Dancing

gif credit: buckypupbarnes
Summary: All night, you have been eyeing Steve Rogers sitting lonely, at the bar and all you want to do is dance with him.
Word Count: 1,926
A/N: This imagine is based off of pre-serum Steve. This is my first Steve imagine, I’ll probably do more but I thought I’d spice my writing up with different characters lol. 

Your teeth tugged at your cherry red stained lips as you admired the scrawny man sitting in the center of an empty bar counter. His frail shoulders were hunched as he leaned onto the counter with a shot glass of scotch held between his hands. As his head hung down, his eyes were affixed on the glass of scotch that was held between his hands, taunting him to down another shot in order to forget the lonely feeling that consumed him despite the rowdy crowd of people who all possessed cheerful expressions while they conversed with others or swung each other around to the smooth beat of the jazz music that occupied the club. A flaxen strand of hair fell in front of his face and he exhaled a drawn-out sigh to blow it back into place. Your eyelids fluttered as you tried to not make your marveling become known by him or your friend who was beside you, casually shaking her hips to the beat of the music.

She nudged your shoulder and cocked her eyebrow at you, “(Y/N), I see you staring at that skinny man sitting alone over there.” She redundantly pointed at him as if you were no longer paying attention. “And I don’t have even an idea of why you’re giving your attention to him when his friend there is so much dreamier.” She batted her eyes at the man that must have just appeared to accompany the blonde man that you were so fond of. Unlike the lanky, blonde man, his friend had been a buff, brunette stud with handsome broad shoulders and a sly smirk that seemed almost permanent, plastered onto his lips. “But,” You friend continued with a strand of her blonde hair wrapped around her finger, “I know how you prefer the weird ones.”

You almost became offended at the rude comment. So what if you preferred the shy, dweeby boys? You thought they’re probably a Hell of a lot more polite than the arrogant men that she tended to fall for.  But, instead of causing discord, you ignored her and continued to dedicate your thoughts to him.

An annoyed groan left her lip as she urged you to “Just go over to him”.

Your eyes widened at her suggestion. “No,” You blurted, “I mean I-I couldn’t.”

She rolled her eyes at you and spun you around to face her. “Yes,” She stated, “You could. And besides, I’m almost positive you’d be the only girl to even make eye contact with him, he should be lucky for you.” She gingerly tucked a curl behind your ear before saying, “You look fine dear, go.” She shoved you into the group of people and now, it was too late to sheepishly return to her side.

You sucked in a sharp breath that you nervously held in your lungs for a few moments. Your legs wobbled and despite the ease that flats provided when walking, you seemed to have troubles walking in them. Your hands nervously found themselves on your waist as they flattened any creases that lied in your dress. As you meandered through the thick, chatty crowd, your eyes never left the ground. “More confidence!” You heard your friend call, causing you to lift your chin up. Upon approaching the two men, you couldn’t help but grin when you saw the blonde lift his head in wonder. His eyes lit up upon his first impression of your presence but when he saw his friend’s mouth begin to open, he dropped his head back into his hands.
“Hey, doll.” The brunette’s sultry voice interrupted you and prevented any immediate conversation with the man that you favored.

“Oh, hi.” You waved at him meagerly.

He swiped his tongue around his pink lips and began, “God, I’d never have thought a pretty dame like you would show up to a place like this, how ‘bout we dance?” He winked.

Before you could interject, he already had his calloused hands holding your own smooth ones and dragging you to an opening in the center of the club. He dropped your hands and smirked at you.

“Bucky, by the way.” He introduced, he lightly placed his hand on his abdomen and bowed.

Out of politeness, you held your dress between your fingertips and curtsied, “(Y/N).”

“Well, (Y/N), It is a pleasure to meet you.”You nodded before he smoothly pulled you closer to him until you were secure in his hold. His warmth radiated onto you warming your already heated self even more. You couldn’t deny that he handsome, but he wasn’t the kind of handsome that you sought.  

A symphony of upbeat saxophones played in the background. He swung you around energetically and shimmied his hips to the beat of the music. You half-heartedly imitated him but your eyes found themselves back onto the isolated blonde man who continued to sulk. You felt awful for him; he didn’t even know that at least you were interested in him. Despite Bucky continuously spinning you around his arm, your gaze never left him.

Over the music, Bucky spoke but because you had no interest in his smooth talk, you ignored him.

“So, doll, how’d you like that?” He asked, catching you off guard.

“Huh?” You blurted.

Bucky raised a brow, “You weren’t paying any attention to me, were you, dear?”

You shook your head but when you realized that he wasn’t buying it, you apologetically hung your head down.

“Strange,” Bucky scoffed, “Any other girl would kill to be in your place yet you ignore me.” You wanted to roll your eyes at his arrogance but surprisingly, he did not seem angry with you being distracted.
“Tell me, who in this damned place, has your attention?”

All the while he was talking, your eyes were still glued to the isolated loner. You attempted to look back at Bucky before he caught who you were looking at but it was too late, he saw.

“Steve?” He laughed in disbelief, “You’re giving my Stevie the eye?”

Your face reddened at his teasing, but you hesitantly nodded.
“If you wanted him so bad, you shoulda just have told me.” He chuckled. He led you to an empty corner, ordering you to remain, “Give me a second, dear, I’ll grab him for you.” Before you could stop him, you already lost him. But, he continued to shake his head and click his tongue, “I can’t believe it, Steve’s gonna get a girl.”

Steve.” You murmured. You were now able to match a name to the man that you were watching all night. And his name sounded so good falling from your lips. His sweet sounding name floated around your thoughts while your heart hammered against your chest in excitement.

Beyond you, Bucky had nonchalantly leaned his elbow against the counter, with his lips merely centimeters away from Steve’s ear. “Stevie,” He whispered.

“Steve lifted his head, “Are we finally leaving?”

“Not even close,” Bucky smirked, “There’s a stunning doll over there, waiting for you to sweep her off her feet.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Buck,” He began, “I know you mean well by trying to set me up with your girls but trust me, she won’t be interested in me.”

Bucky threw his head back a bit and chuckled, “I’m tellin’ you, Steve, she wants to dance with you.”

Steve shook his head in disbelief. How could a girl be interested in him when Bucky was present? “C’mon, Bucky,” He urged, “I know you only pity me, just continue dancing with her.”

God, I’d wish a dame like that was interested in me.” He grinned, “But she’s been staring at you all night, I think the girl deserves a dance with you.”

“Alright.” Steve sighed and rose from the barstool. He anxiously fumbled with the suspenders that clung to his narrow shoulders. He strolled to the nook where you stood, preoccupied with tapping your feet to the soft piano that played.

You raised your head to be greeted by him. You beamed at him, speechless. You attempted to keep your composure but it was nearly impossible when an explosion of excitement erupted within you. Butterflies seemed to have tickled your abdomen. You stared attentively at his face, admiring the sweet features that adorned it. A rosy blush bloomed onto his own cheeks and his cerulean eyes gazed lovingly into yours. His soft, pink lips curved into a shy smile, “I’m Steve.”

“(Y/N).” You quickly responded.

Without speaking, Steve interlocked his fingers into yours and led you towards the dance floor. The lights dimmed and the atmosphere softened. The chatter faded and whether it had been because fewer people were talking or because you were too lost in Steve that nothing else mattered but the two of you, was beyond you. The sentimental composure played by the piano began, setting the scene to be a romantic moment.

A shaky breath fell from Steve’s plump lips as he pressed one hand onto the small of your back and the other on your hip; the gentle touch of his fingertips made you shiver. You pressed your figure closer into his, with your chests touching each other, the rhythm of your nervous, quickened heartbeats thumping joined the lovely notes of the piano. You dreamily admired how the shadows seemed to caress his cheekbones delicately, creating a strong shadow that emphasized their beauty. Despite the darkness, his glowing smile could have blinded you.

With your own arms slung around his shoulder, you gracefully swayed your hips and your feet followed his, which clumsily stepped around the floor.

Your feet clashed quite a few as he either bumped into the sides of your feet or even stepped on your toes. Although it did hurt a bit, the pleasured state that you were in ignored the pain and you continued dancing.

“S-Sorry.” He mumbled, becoming flustered.

“It’s Okay.” You reassured with a dopey smile plastered on your face, “Is this your first time dancing?”

He nodded and looked down at his feet in embarrassment, “I’m not much for dancing.”

“Neither am I.” You giggled. Your fingers began to press deep into his shoulders, massaging them. Eventually, both pairs of feet gradually stopped moving and Steve just rocked you back and forth. Your eyes fluttered shut and you soaked in the serenity that was this moment.

The song approached its ending. Steve continued to rock you until the piano completely faded out. You then stood on your toes and leaned your face close to yours.

“Thank you for the dance, Steve, it was lovely.” You whispered in his ear, your delicate breath tickling him and causing chills to rush through him. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

His already flushed skin became even pinker when you pressed your lips onto his skin, but seemingly, a boost of confidence overcame him because he proceeded to lift your chin up and brush your lips against yours. He slowly pressed them in deeper into yours. Your eyes closed while your palm caressed his smoothly shaven jaw as you deepened the kiss even more.

As he pulled away, gradually, to catch his breath, he opened his eyes to see a beaming Bucky from afar with his thumbs held up in front of him, signaling to Steve that he did well. Steve smiled back, still flustered. ‘I did it.’ He mouthed before returning his gaze to you. “My pleasure.” He replied with his award-winning smile spread from ear to ear, “And I would love to do it again sometime.”

hydejackies-deactivated20170430  asked:

1 + zenmasters <3

N/A: Man, I felt bad after the sad fic. Here, have super fluff.

1) things you said at 1 am

His chick’s feet were always cold, no matter the day of the week and the hour of the day, and what station the year was wearing. Jackie’s tiny, delicate and very ticklish feets were always cold. Which is something Hyde had never truly though of until tonight, because it’s almost one am and he’s still awake, even when he knows he is supposed to be up at six and take Jackie to the doctor at seventh, or Mrs. Forman will figuratively and maybe literally kill him. Yet, he moved his feet a little, touching Jackie’s with his fingers and smiled when he confirmed that the thing hadn’t change in years. Yes, his chick’s feet are still cold. Just like the rest of her body is still soft and small; her belly all warm, her lips full and red, tasting like cherry and the gum she loves to chew on. 

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Request 11-
What the fuck was I doing?! Had I just really agreed to try BDSM with Dan. We established a safe word and now I was on my hands and knees on the bed wearing nothing but my pink lace panties and matching bra.

Candle that was the safe word. Candle. . I don’t know why, but it was. Would I have to use it? Of course I would. I’d be in pain from walking into a table so this would be ridiculous. I didn’t tell Dan this, why would I?, I wanted to try this for Dan and if I told him that he would say not to.

I felt the bed dip behind me, knocking me out of my thoughts. Dan had just returned after going to the draws to get something. I wasn’t sure what he was getting until I felt it.

Biting my bottom lip I tried to hold back a cry of pain as the rough leather of Dans belt came into collision with the very top of my legs. Even though  the belt was only there for a split second, I could still feel the sharp sting of the leather. I could smell the distinct scent of leather as I fought back a tear.

“You okay?” Dan asked from behind me. I could feel his eyes staring over my body as he asked the question.
“Y-ye-yeah, I-I’m fi-fine” I stuggled out not wanting to use the safe word so soon. I gasped as Dan placed his large hand over the sore spot and began to soothe the pain that was still existent after 3 minutes of it being caused. The cool feeling of his hand too most of the pain away, still leaving my legs stinging.

Seconds later I was told to take a deep breath in, unsure as to why, I complied. The sharp stinging from before had returned, however this time it was twice as bad. I let out a scream before I was able to bite it back.

“CANDLE!” I cried out as the belt hit the exact same place as it had done previously. I let a tear fall from my eyes as Dan placed his hand over the sore part.
“Sssshhhs, it’s okay” he hushed using his free hand to brush my hair to one side. More tears begam to fall from my eyes as Dan continued rubbing. After rubbing the tops of my legs he stood up off the bed and left the room.

When he returned he was holding a bottle of lotion. He smoothed some onto the red mark left my the belt. Once my crying had calmed he removed his hand and planted small kisses along the red strip of skin.

I leaned back on my heels, not expecting the feeling to be as painful as ot was. Immediately fell forward onto my front, relieving my legs from the pain.
“D-dan i-it hurts” I whimpered rolling on my side to face the tall dark haired man next to me.
“Here” he whispered, pecking my nose then getting off the bed and walking over to the draws again. He picked up my small grey pj shorts and one of his big t-shirts. Coming back over to my side, he handed me the two pieces of clothing.

As I slowly changed into them he left the room. He came back with cushions and tea. Standing off the bed I allowed Dan to arrange the cushions by the headboard. Next he placed the mug of tea on my bedside table, then he wrapped me into a gentle hug and rested his chin on my head.
“Im sorry love,” he whispered, running his hands through my hair, which I had taken from the purple bobble that was holding it up.  “I forgot you had a low pain tolerance,” he laughed, leaning back and placing a kiss on my forehead.
“It’s okay Dan, you don’t have to worry, I wanted to try it for you and now we know thats not my sort of thing” I giggled back, standing on my tip toes to  plant a kiss on his soft luscious lips.

He sat in the middle of the cushions and patted the space between his legs for me to sit. Before taking my place, I bent over and picked up the laptop from the floor. Taking my seat infront of Dan, I turned the laptop on and looked for something to watch.

I reached over to get my tea from next to Dan before leaning back and resting my head in the crook of Dans neck. Shivers ran down my spine as  his arms snaked around my waist and rested on my thighs.

“You don’t have to do anything for me love, okay, you’re amazing and it doesn’t matter to me. If you don’t want to do something we won’t” he whispered into my ear, bringing my hair behind it



A/N: Bucky being physically loved is *clenches fist* beautiful. I hope I did it good. 

(Ps. WE NEED MORE BUCKY + SMILING GIFS! @Marvel are you listening?!)

Request:  Bucky x reader where they’ve been dating for a while and they even share room and bed but he refuses to be with her more intimately bc he’s afraid he’ll hurt her but eventually she convinces him that is ok and they DO IT

Ok but making love with Bucky. Like real good shit with soft kisses, caresses, whispered affections, gentle eyes, probably crying at some point due to happiness and emotional overload, cuddly aftercare, hands in hair, fingers interwoven. Bucky Barnes feeling genuinely lOVED. #thismyshit

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Turning to lay on your side, your hand meets an empty and cold bed that makes your eyes snap open, making you blink rapidly trying to get used to the morning light. Yawning and kicking your legs out of the bed you become aware of the sounds in the bathroom, the water running in the shower.

Peeking your head inside, you see his tall frame behind the curtain, his hands washing away the shampoo from his hair; closing your eyes, you inhale deeply the scent flying in the room, his favourite of the week: mint.

Bucky smiles even before he looks to the other side of the drape. He already knows you’re there, looking at him as you always do every morning.

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Rescuer || Spider-Man / Peter Parker

I’m so happy, I didn’t think you all would like [Oversized Sweater] so much (/ω\) I’m gonna keep posting my nerdy, self indulgent stories for Peter then ♡

warnings: attempt at rape, if this triggers you, then please do not read!

please don’t repost/plagiarize this story! Reblogs are fine!


“Peter, I’m so nervous about this Algebra 2 exam! I really don’t want to fail this, but my whole grade depends on it! Like I’m literally teetering on the edge of a D!”

Your best friend begins laughing at your panicked outburst, “It’s gonna be fine. Besides, we studied a bit last night. I even helped you! You got quite a few of them right, so there’s nothing to worry about!”

You give Peter a deadpanned expression, “Peter, I got 5 right out of the 20 questions given.”

“T-Then at least you know that you’ll get at least a 25% on it?” Peter laughs nervously, making you roll your eyes in response as you playfully pushed him away.

“Wow Peter, you sure know how to make a girl feel great about her exam!”

“You guys should just quit playing around and date already.” Ned tells you guys while taking bites of his tater tots. “It’s so obvious that you’re both into each other.”

“We are NOT into each other!” You and Peter both state at the same time, practically shouting it as your respective voices echoed throughout the cafeteria. Realizing what you just did, you and Peter look around the area to see several teens giving you awkward glances while whispering.

You blush and pick up your empty lunch tray, “I think I’m gonna go and head to my next class.”

“Y-Yeah same, I’ll text you later, Ned.” Peter follows your lead as you both throw the empty cartons of milk away before placing the trays on the cart.

“Dude, stop following me!”

“Uhm, I kind of can’t help it since we have AP English together.”


Ned felt a wide grin paint his features as he laughed at how –clueless– his friends were.

"It’s so obvious that those two are -endgame-.”


After spending the whole school day nervously picking at your nails at the thought of your Algebra 2 exam taking place next Monday, you groan and decided to treat yourself to some of your favorite snacks.

"If I’m gonna spend the whole night studying, I might as well lessen my suffering with some cookies and chocolate.”

Finally reaching your favorite corner store, you make a quick mental note of how much money you had on hand before picking out your favorite sweets off the shelf. Once you gathered all of your preferred snacks together, you greet the kind cashier and waited for him to ring up your items.

"9.18 is your total.”

Handing him a fresh 10 dollar bill, he hands you your change, and you thank him before exiting the store.

Holding on to the bag of goodies, you pull out your phone from the pocket of your backpack and quickly text Peter:

[Hey I’ve got some of our favorite snacks. Do you think you can come over and help me study again? I still feel super nervous about this exam…]

You hit send, almost expecting him to answer back within seconds, only to feel a tad bit disappointed at not seeing the three grey dots that signified that he was in the midst of replying.

"That’s weird, Pete never leaves me hanging like this.”

You walk with a deliberate slowness back home, still looking at your phone’s screen as you practically –willed– Peter to text you back.

"Ugh, he’s probably too busy ogling Liz to pay attention to his phone right now.”

When you place your phone back into your backpack, you were suddenly pulled into an alleyway, the action being so sudden that you lost your bearings for a few seconds.

You were a little dizzy when the back of your head was met with the hard wall of the building, and you let out a soft moan of pain when you felt someone press a sharp knife against your neck, “Shit you don’t look half bad for a minor. Your clothes leave little to be desired but you got a pretty face.”

You gulp, finally realizing the danger you were in when you saw the man with greasy hair in front of you. He had you pinned against the wall with his dirty hand over your mouth. You struggle against him, only to have him laugh darkly at your weak attempts to fight him.

"Yeah baby, keep grinding like that and call me ‘daddy’ while you’re at it.” He breathes in your scent by placing his nose against the side of your neck. “I’m gonna have fun with you-”

"Don’t you dare dirty her any further!”

The creep was /miraculously/ pulled off of you with a hard yank, and when he had let go of you, you fell against the wall with a gasp. Keeping your back against the building, you watch with your mouth hung wide open as Spider-Man himself beat your would-be attacker.

And boy, the mask vigilante did not hold back his punches at all. You weren’t sure if Spider-Man had a huge grudge against molesters, because the man was practically sobbing when he kept beating him, not stopping until he was left with a bloody mess on the ground.

When he was satisfied, Spider-Man made sure that the rapist wouldn’t attack you again by using his web shooters to web him to the ground, preventing him from further escape when the authorities would -eventually- come to deal with him.

Once he was finished, the masked hero faces you and begins running toward you, “Hey, are you okay? Did he- did he go any farther with you?”

You shake your head no and let out a panicked laugh, “N-No, I’m okay. But ugh, he was disgusting. He wanted me to call him Daddy and ugh-” you tried to stand up, but your legs seemed to give out at the last minute when you landed back down on the ground. “O-Ouch, that hurts. I can’t seem to move my legs, I guess I’m still in shock and m-maybe even a little scared, haha…”

You were beginning to ramble now when Spider-Man leaned down to pick you up whilst you carried your backpack and all. You were blushing now, clinging on to him when your arms automatically wrap themselves around his neck, “Uhm, S-Spidey? Aren’t I heavy? You know, with all of this stuff on?”

He chuckles lightly from beneath his mask, “Not at all. You’re fine, Miss. Now let’s take you home; where do you live?”

You tell him your address, and he nods, carrying you when he shot his web against a building before pulling you up with him. He lands on top of the roof and begins walking across it, about to shoot his web on the next building when your soft murmur stops him.

"Hmm? What’s wrong, love?”

You blush at the pet name and shake your head, “I wanted to thank you for saving me back there. For my first time- that wasn’t how I wanted it to go.”

Spider-Man holds you tighter in response, “I’ll always protect you.” His voice seemed to take on a more passionate tone as he stared at you through the mask. Paying attention to his voice, you realize that it sounded familiar to you. Despite how deep it was, you couldn’t help but feel as though you had heard it before.

You shake your head and ignore the familiarity of his voice before asking, “Have you ever been afraid before? You know, when you’re out protecting the city?”

He laughs at your question and continues walking across the roof with you in his arms, “Sometimes. But I can’t really complain. It comes with a job of being a rescuer, you know?”

You giggle at how forward and down-to-earth he was, “Oh Spidey, you remind me of my best friend, Peter so much!” He seemed to stiffen at your words, but you didn’t notice. You were much too excited at the thought of swinging around the city with THE SPIDER-MAN himself.

It takes him a few minutes to arrive at your apartment when he landed on the fire escape that lead to your open bedroom window. He lets go of you, making sure that you were steady when you stood on the metal platform.

Facing him, you nervously grip at the straps of your backpack, “Uhm, so I-I was wondering… uhm…”

"What’s wrong?”

You shake your head. Instead of using words, you decide to tell him using your actions alone.

Leaning toward him, you place a hand beneath his mask, automatically making him lift a hand up to stop you. You gulp and whisper, “Don’t you trust me?”

After a few seconds, he drops his arms, allowing you to slowly peel off his mask so that only his lips were shown. Standing on the tip of your toes, you place a soft kiss against him. He kisses you back with a surprising fervor when he slanted his lips against yours before deepening it. You felt his gloved fingers delve into your hair, preventing you from pulling away too soon as he kissed you.

After a few seconds, you stop the kiss, only managing a short “Wow” in response to the kiss.

Spider-Man gently runs his hand down your face while muttering, “You should go back in, love. You must have some things you need to get done.”

Hearing his words, you groan and remember that stupid Algebra 2 exam, “Fuck, you’re right. I have an exam to study for.”

Spider-Man messes up your hair in affection, “Then you should start on that right away.”

You nod and enter through your bedroom window. When you were safely in your room, Spider-Man left the fire escape and swung his way across the city.

You watch him with a dreamy expression on your face and sigh while murmuring, “Wow. Today was awesome.”


Peter was still thinking about your kiss when he came to your house at 8 pm. In fact, he was so distracted thanks to you that he ran into buildings several time while he traveled home.

He had received your text and apologized for replying so late before promising you that he would help you, which was what brought him to the door of your apartment. Running a hand through his hair, he tells himself to calm down and to NOT mention the kiss to you, since you had no idea that he was Spider-Man.

Finally ready to face you, Peter knocks on your door. After a few seconds, the door swings open, revealing your father as he greeted you, “My man Peter, hey! [Name] is upstairs, but are you hungry? We still have some food left over for you.”

"Thanks Mr. [Surname], but I’m good. I ate with Aunt May about an hour ago.” With a nod to your father, he heads up to your room and opens the door, “Hey, I’m here.”

When Peter sees you, he notices two odd things:

1. You were already studying at your desk.

2. There was a picture frame with a photograph of Spider-Man settled right next to you.

"Whoa, what’s gotten into you? I usually have to force you to study.” You stiffen and stutter out his name, “P-Peter! When did you get here?!”

"Just now.” He steps closer to your desk and picks up the photo of Spider-Man before showing it to you. “Why do you have a picture of Spider-Man?”

Peter notices how you blushed in response, and he had a feeling that he already knew the answer to his question…

He just wanted to hear it from you because man, was he in -fucking love- with you. Ned was right about his feelings for you, since he would do just about anything for you. When you were nearly attacked, Peter thought that he was going to lose his mind.

-No one– messed with his girl and got away with it, even if you didn’t know that you were his girl (at least, not YET.)

"Uhm, well… today, Spider-Man helped me with… something.” You were keeping it vague so that he wouldn’t worry, Peter knew that and gave you a nod in response while feigning surprise that you had seen Spider-Man. “Long story short, we had a little talk, and I asked him if he was ever afraid whenever he was protecting the city.”

"And he told me that sometimes, he felt afraid, but that he was okay with it, since he saw himself as this city’s rescuer.” You take the picture frame away from him and look at Spider-Man’s picture with adoration, “And his words got me thinking, hey, if this hero right here can fearlessly save people like me on a whim, then I gotta man up and tackle my own fears, even if it takes the form of a little test.”

Peter was blushing now when you hugged the picture of //him// close to your chest, “I started thinking that I wanted to make Spider-Man proud of me, so… I’m gonna do my best and study my ass off for this test! I believe in myself, so will you help me, Peter?”

He smiles widely and hugs you, practically choking you in his hold as you giggled and tried to pry him off of you. “Oh my god, Peter stop!! You’re choking me, haha!”

"Of course he’d be proud of you. God [Name] I love you so much. I keep falling harder for you each day.”

He felt you stiffen in his arms, and Peter realized he had basically confessed to you. Immediately, he lets go of you, seeing your face was dyed in a deep reddish hue.

Touching at your lips, you tremble slightly when you ask, “P-Pete, did you mean it?”

Refusing to look at you, Peter nods, “Yeah, I m-meant it. I love you.”

You didn’t answer for several seconds. Instead, you stood up and crept closer to him, wrapping your arms around his back as you hugged him, “Looks like Ned was right about us after all.”

Peter stares back down at you upon hearing your words, “Wait, does that mean-”

"That means I love you too, you dork.”

You stand on your toes and pull at the collar of his sweater, forcing him down for a kiss. While you kissed him, you felt a strange sense of familiarity as your mind briefly pictured Spider-Man.

Nah, there’s no way he’s Spidey. You ignore the thought and decide to simply immerse yourself with Peter when he deepens the kiss, making sure that you would think of no one else but him.


Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Kind Eyes, Kind Smiles, Kind Understanding

Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Part 10 || Part Eleven || Part Twelve || Part Thirteen

Summary: Kind of an epilogue to the whole thing–what life looks like now that you and Credence are safe. Part 14/14 (!!!!)

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, but nothing graphic and just kind of mentioned in passing

Word Count: 1,268

A/N: I cannot believe it’s over!!!!!! Thank you so much for the constant support and kind comments. It’s been a joy to write. I love my neat little bows, so here is an ending he deserves. Credence is happy, and that’s all I’ve ever wanted. Thank you all for reading and encouraging me to write him one happy ending. I hope to write many more. :-)

Years have passed. Many. You would count, but it just doesn’t seem to matter so much anymore. You think that life may have actually started the second you stepped foot into this obscure little town and moved into that tiny apartment. You know that’s not true, because the bad nights do come still, but they seem less frequent and further and further from yourself. The present is just too tempting a place to stay.

You and Credence had always considered this town a temporary destination while you waited to know you were safe, but as it turns out, the two of you find comfort living in the place that had housed and hidden you when you had needed to flee so suddenly. So, instead of leaving the town as you had originally planned, you bought a tiny old house, only one floor with two bedrooms and a bathroom with a garden out front that you and Credence manage together. It is quaint and small and not as flashy as the dreams you could conjure up, but you think it is perfect. And one look at Credence’s wind-mussed hair sweeping across his face after escaping from its loose bun as he stands in the garden with a content smile on his face is more than enough to convince you that staying is the right choice. After all, it’s by the coast; you still have the sea in front of you, and looking at the possibilities is more than enough for the both of you.

You’ve been working at a book store for a while now. You had used magic in order to convince your employer that you had a different name so that you could work in the no-maj facility under a persona that wouldn’t be recognized in order to keep MACUSA’s eyes away and to earn some money to continue living quietly with Credence. You also have taken to bringing a book home every week that you take turns reading aloud with him at night before you fall asleep.

Credence had found work in a flower shop across the street from your book store, where he works most days. He enjoys the colors of the flowers and the romantic sentiments that come in and out of his store with them. He takes his lunch breaks with you, and your coworkers often ask you when you will get married. You always laugh and say you don’t know, but you know you’ll remain unmarried. Credence likes that he doesn’t feel tethered to you, like this life with you isn’t contractually obligated—he thinks that it is more romantic to choose, each and every day, to stay with someone simply because you can rather than because you vowed to. You agree.

He really has become quite the romantic.

He has even taken up painting and sketching. He enjoys the time it takes to notice something properly enough to capture it in art. He mostly likes to paint the sea outside your bay window at different times of day and in different conditions, but sometimes he sketches your portrait. You never really know when he’s doing it; he has an impeccable memory and only glances at you once in whatever position he fancies and sketches it from there. He never makes a big deal of it, just leaves them lying around where he knows you’ll find them eventually. They’re always breathtaking—you even hung one in your bedroom and another by the window, admiring the way in which he saw you, always in some kind of soft light. He includes this framed portrait in every painting of the view from your window from that point forward.

You and Credence have largely given up magic. It is a constant risk, and the thought of someone taking this life from you is enough to deter you from using it in public for sure. Credence still learned many spells to practice his control and feel like a part of the world he had always been destined for and is one of the most powerful wizards you have ever come across, having surpassed you long ago, and you know he could do whatever he wanted to with that power. It becomes a kind of intimacy not to use that magic. Of everything he could do, he still chooses to live this life with you, only practicing magic within the walls of your home. He also finds it comforting that he is controlled enough not to use it and not to let it escape, even on bad nights when his past hits him with full force again and you wait patiently for him to come back to you. He still can’t help the white his eyes turn when he makes love to you. “Lumos” remains his favorite spell, and it has become your favorite too. Because of him, of course. Almost everything is because of him.

You gaze out to a stormy sea from your bay window on one not-so-particularly spectacular day. Everything looks tumultuous and you wonder how long until the torrential downpour—you can’t wait to watch with Credence when he gets out of the shower. You wonder briefly if he’ll paint it today. You don’t have to wonder for long because you can hear Credence walking over and the shuffle of paper. To your surprise, though, he’s toting a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil that he cradles carefully as he bends himself to share the window seat with you. He smiles lazily at you, opening the book and staring at you very purposefully. You clutch your mug of tea a little more tightly and blush as you realize he’s about to sketch your portrait again. You pretend to look back out to the sea, but you can’t help but still be focused on Credence and the scraping of his pencil.

You see him glance up from his sketch for a moment and notice the black smudges smearing over the scars on his hands. You never stopped loving his hands. “You don’t have to be so self-conscious, Y/N.” His voice never lost its quiet tone, but it’s so much gentler, more languid and leisurely.

You laugh lightly and duck your head a little. “I just don’t know what to do when you take the time to let me know you’re sketching me, Credence. I feel like I’m too big for my skin when you do this.”

He rubs his hand across his face and remembers the charcoal, chuckling to himself about the black streak he’s just added to his face. “Just sit. Look at me. I like it when you look at me.” He hasn’t stuttered over his words in a long time.

So you look at him, eventually picking up your book from the table to read to him as he works. He sketches you in abstracts first: the fierceness of your eyes, the way your hands curl gently around the book, the way the dark lighting makes your scars glow on your arms, the tilt of your mouth as it forms different words… He moves on to start sketching you as a whole, sitting there in front of him, one leg pressed tightly against you and the other resting on the floor against his. The storm does start at some point. You hear it but don’t look out at it in favor of reading. Credence never moves to stop sketching you, and the moment feels like an intimate eternity.

But to be fair, your life has begun to feel like one intimate eternity that you share with him. He would have to agree.


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