there have only been two but ugh


I couldn’t control myself when @upthehillart drew these two loser girlfriends..

also i have been collecting aesthetic for my interpretation of pansy- who by the way, is a total baby girl!

Be My ♥ Color

a/n: be more chill x soulmate au. :o its a prologue just to test the waters but I’m stoked. if you wanna be tagged in the series letmeknow.kbyethanx.
summary: Jeremy Heere never knew he missed something until he realized he was living a world not only devoid of colors but of a soulmate. After a terrible incident he’s found himself chasing after colors he wants; and realizing there are some colors he needs as well.
sincerely tagging: @hell-yes-puns-and-ships for being the best beta ever <3 ilysm
warning: pantless Mr. Heere; near drowning incident
w/c: 3239K

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“Yes, Son?”

Jeremy looked over at his father who was making a turn signal with his hand as they approached the exit to Jeremy’s high school. “Why…why are you doing this?” He stared blankly at the building coming into view. The grey letters that spelled out ‘Middleborough’ against an even greyer brick background. The perks of only seeing in the spectrum that was devoid of color…the school matched the way Jeremy felt.

Mr. Heere shrugged a little not noticing for a second his son’s deadpanned expression. “You missed your bus, I mean I kept calling you up but you were in your room with the door locked, and the lights off, I’m pretty sure you were at your desk too since you dropped your lotion bottle on the—“

“Ah ok, Dad, I mean why are you driving me to school…WITHOUT ANY PANTS!” 

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Hi, Emma!First of all, your writing is gorgeous. Second, can you write an imagine where the reader is really shy and kinda like the sunshine of the group; she has a big crush on Kai and everyone can see it and Kai finds it adorable. Thank you, love! 💗

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Yellow ribbons strung down from the ceiling like rainfall, soft party music thumping quietly through the room, guests clad in pastel colors. It was Caroline’s get together, so obviously she’d planned the entire thing, so the usually darkish red feel of the Salvatore home looked like a unicorn had thrown up all over the place. The smell of homemade cookies wafted throughout the house, pink balloons in every corner, guests pouring in through the front door by the minute. The gang sat huddled around the living room, chatter echoing around their little group, broken by the sound of the ringing doorbell.

“I got it!” the girl jumped up at once, a hopeful look on her face.

“Expecting someone?” Elena cocked her head with raised brows.

“Pshh, no,” the girl waved her hand, unable to hide the warmth growing in her cheeks.

She skipped across the wooden floors, tripping on her high heels as she stumbled for the doorknob. Her fingers locked around it, pulling the wooden frame open to reveal exactly who she’d hoped to see.

“Hi,” she giggled giddily, pulling Kai Parker into the house.

“Hi,” he smiled back, that grin sending her heart into overdrive. He spun around so that the girl’s back was forced into the door, his blue eyes devouring her up. 

“Kai?” she asked, chewing at her lip when he didn’t say anything.

“Mmm,” he said, eyes flickering back up to hers, “couldn’t help myself,” he shrugged.

“Oh,” she blushed furiously, looking over her pastel blue dress, which hugged at her hips, her feet snug in the flowery white heels she wore, hair falling in a perfect halo around her pretty face.

“Where’s your color?” she asked, nudging Kai’s front playfully. He wore a black blazer over white shirt, paired with the usual ripped skinnies, brown hair pushed up into that cute little do.

“I don’t do colorful,” he snickered, stepping aside, “plus, I wouldn’t want to take any of the attention away from you,” he winked.

She laughed as they entered the living room, every head around the table raised to look at the two as they walked over in sync towards the group. The girl went to sit by Kai, but Caroline grabbed her wrist and forced her away before she had the chance, false smile plastered to her lips. They were playing some kind of board game, and usually she would have been all for it, but today she only had eyes for the heretic, who kept beaming at her from the other side of the oak table.

“Ugh, stop that,” Caroline hissed under her breath.

“Stop what?” she said, snapping from her trance.

“Stop with the heart eyes, I’m gonna puke.”

“You can tell?!”

“Everyone can,” Elena whispered from beside her.

Kai looked up at the girl, who shielded her face with embarrassment, Kai raising a brow at Caroline and Elena, who guarded either side of his girl.

“Come on, you can do better than him,” Elena said, brown eyes giving a roll. “You’re an innocent little sweetheart, and he’s…” Elena drifted off as Kai absentmindedly hexed one of the board game pieces into having a seizure.

“You’re gonna lecture me on good guys? Look at who you’re dating,” she scoffed.

Damon coughed and brought his piercing eyes up to hers from over the table, “I can hear that, you know.”

“Sorry,” she stuttered instantly, “you know I don’t mean it that way.”

“None taken,” he laughed. “I actually enjoy watching you get all hot and heavy over your crush,” he sang aloud so the whole room could hear.

Everything went quiet, movement freezing, awkward silence strung thick in the air. The girl buried her face in her arms to avoid looking at Malachai Parker, who’s full lips were twitching with amusement. 

“Uh, who wants to go next?” Stefan cleared his throat as she pulled herself up and bolted out of the room and around the wall.

“Damon!” Elena scolded him with a shake of her head.

“Sorry,” he said, not sounding even a little sorry.

The girl was out the front door in seconds, heading into the garden and sinking down onto a patch of green grass under the shade of a low hanging tree. She lay her head back onto the bark, legs stretched over the lawn, eyes only blinking open when she felt Kai’s presence beside her. 

“Hey,” he tried with a smile.

“Hi,” she said, eyes forward.

“If it makes you feel better, I lit Damon on fire after you left.”

“What?!” she gasped in shock, turning her head to look at Kai.

He gave a snort, “kidding. But I will, if you want me to, princess.”

“No, it’s-just-it’s okay,” she sighed, tucking her knees into her chest.

“Hey, hey,” Kai cooed, offering her a hand and pulling her to her feet.

“I’m sorry about, that…” she trailed off, unable to hold the heretic’s intense gaze.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, fingers crawling under her chin and bringing her head to his, “it’s adorable.”

“What?” she stammered.

He chuckled and tucked a piece of hair behind her ears, lips splitting into a grin, “I like you liking me.”

“Oh?” she asked, heart racing.

The sunlight skimmed through the tree branches and danced across his face, illuminating his perfectly defined features.

“You get all, you know,” he smiled, licking his lips, “flustered.”

“I do not!” she laughed.

“Mm?” he said, trailing the back of his hand down her cheek, silver rings grazing her flesh. She shivered under his touch, goosebumps jumping to her skin as she dipped her head to the side.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked.

“Kai-” she began, but he’d already hoisted his arms under her thighs, scooping the girl up into his arms and locking her firmly in place against his chest. Her hands instinctively flew around his neck as he began to twirl her around, her vision blurring as the world spun under his feet, unable to restrain their chortles of laughter.

“You literally swept me off my feet, Malachai Parker,” she giggled as he came to stop, still holding her there, enjoying the feeling of her legs straddling him.

“Did you not want me to?” he challenged, letting her go for a brief second, scooping her back up as she yelped in surprise.

“No, I did, I mean I do, I mean I-” she shook her head as she tripped over her words.

Kai snickered, blue eyes drawn to her lips, “god, I want to eat you up.”

“So what’s stopping you?”

She’d said it without thinking, instantly freezing over as her words settled in.

Kai arched an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side, “wasn’t expecting that.”

“Why? Because I’m-”

“The good girl,” he finished. 

She nodded, brushing her fingers lightly through Kai’s hair, “yeah.”

“You’re like sunshine, sweetheart. You can’t enter any room without bringing that light about with you,” he babbled affectionately. “I’d feel bad, like I’m corrupting you or something,” he said, lips bent.

The setting sun set orange flares across their faces, a heavy tension settling between the two.

“Well, where there’s sunshine, there’s gotta be a little darkness, right?” she murmured.

Kai bent into her mouth, their noses touching, breath fanning across her parted lips. 

“Yeah?” he breathed huskily, blue eyes boring into her own, his lips starving and begging to be devoured.

“Yeah,” she said, closing the gap between them as her lips went crashing into Kai’s, hands grabbing at his hair as her back went slamming into the tree he pushed her against, a groan escaping her lips. One taste was all she needed to be addicted to Malachai Parker, his mouth like nicotine she craved, their lips in a constant battle together, bodies entwined, hands never knowing where to travel first. And so they kissed, light and darkness forever trapped in the fleeting embrace of one another.

good morning guys! good night! 

something i scribbled quickly.. it’s shoddy.. sorry

Handsome Jack©Borderlands
-going to bed-©me

Prejudiced, pt.6

Pt. I || Pt. V

Recap: After being caught drunk, talking too loud near the kitchens at night by McGonagall, you and Sirius have to face detention by re-ordering the restricted section all by yourselves. One book in particular has caught your attention…

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You’d been working in the back of the library for hours now. Because a long week of exams had just ended, and it was a Saturday, you two were the only people in the library, except for the librarian who was nowhere nearby. 

You glanced past the windows apprehensively, noticing it was nearly sundown. You had to find a way to get Sirius out of there, if only for a minute. 

“Ugh, I’m starving,” you moaned, getting back to work. “They’re probably already starting to eat in the hall.”

Sirius didn’t reply, but he did give you a look as he lifted a pile of books to reorder them. 

“What?” you asked him, uneasy.

“If you have something to say, no need to take the long way to get to the point,” he noted, starting to stack the volumes back on a shelf. 

You flushed at his words, slightly embarrassed he’d seen right through you so easily. You bit your lip, before trying something for real.

“Perhaps one of us ought to go grab something to snack on, otherwise we’ll be skipping dinner entirely,” you suggested.

He huffed, amused.

“I don’t remember you being one to shy away from taking advantage of the kitchen in the middle of the night,” he teased.

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Good Girl CH 6: First Day

“No.” I deadpan.

“But Joo-ya, it’s required.” Jin holds the uniform out to me.

“Absolutely not. I will look like a child.”

“If you don’t change I’m just going to bring you to Xiumin hyung and have him do it,” Yoongi threatens, tired of this argument. I snatch the uniform out of Jin’s hand and stomp upstairs to my room. After I change I look at myself in the full-length mirror, kind of hating how childish it makes me look. I had to change my hair because I had it in two braids to just leaving it naturally curly. Since it’s the beginning of winter I decided to wear the dark blue sweater under my gray jacket. The matching gray skirt ends mid thigh but my thigh high socks thankfully keeps the rest of my leg warm. A cute peacoat came with the uniform that is the same dark blue as my socks and sweater. I’m not surprised when I get down stairs and the first thing Jin does is fix my cherry red tie that I messed up on.

The other boys are standing there waiting in their matching uniforms, navy pants, a gray jacket, and a nice white button up. Yoongi, being the rebel that he is, has his tie loosely hanging on his neck while the others most likely had theirs tied by Jin like me.

“Jin oppa,” I call out when we get in the massive SUV that they drive around, I sit in the middle with Yoongi and Hoseok. “Why are you driving to school? Don’t you have work?”

He nods, “I’m going to bring the rest of your stuff to the house after I drop you guys off.”

“Am I going with you guys after school too?”

Namjoon shakes his head before turning to face us in the passenger’s seat, “One of the other guys will take you home.”

“Kitty or Dragon oppa?” I ask hopeful it won’t have to be one of the ones that denied me yesterday but from the way Namjoon looks at me, I know I’m not that lucky. “Ugh, I don’t want to see them,” I grumble as I rest my head on a sleeping Yoongi’s shoulder.

“They want to see you,” Tae says resting his head on the back of my seat.

“Don’t tease me Tae,” I roll my eyes at the younger boy.

He chuckles, “I’m not teasing, it’s only been two days and those boys already miss you.”

“You guys talked to them?”

Jimin leans forward so he’s even with Tae, “Yep, and they couldn’t stop asking about you. They kept asking all these questions about you getting ready to move you in and about what you like. You should have heard them on the phone this morning. Trust us Noona, they miss you”

“They sure don’t know how to show it,” I scoff.

“That’s because they don’t know how to talk to girls who they want to have more then sex with. They can show it physically in case you can’t tell,” I think back to all of the physical affection I received, “but the minute you ask them how they feel about you, they shut down.”

“How come Kitty and Dragon do it just fine?”

“We aren’t sure,” Hoseok shrug. “But Joo-ya you have to be careful around them, no isn’t something they hear often so incase you haven’t noticed, they don’t react well to it.”

“That is something I can understand, rejection isn’t my favorite either.”

“Jooyoung, we are serious. Only use that word when you have to. Xiumin hyung’s reaction yesterday is very calm for how they normally react to someone turning them down, so please be cautious.” Jin warns.

“Yes, Oppa,” I say softly as I snuggle into Yoongi’s side. He wakes up and wraps an arm around me before going back to sleep. I sleep the rest of the drive, having to wake up at 5:45 to get ready isn’t something I’m use to. When the boys texted me last night telling me to be ready by 6:20 I was about ready to cry but when I thought about the drive I figured I could gain an hour back. We got to school by 7:30, there were already cars lined up in front the gate to get it, all nice and over expensive cars most driven by shofars. I’m surprised when Jin drives past the line and strait up to the iron gate that opens automatically. We drive in, the gate closing behind us, around the water fountain to the marble steps that lead to the school. Jin parks there and climbs out, everyone follows suit. Yoongi keeps his arm around my shoulders as we walk up the stairs.

The doors are opened by older men in suits who bow as we enter. I’m in aw at the massive open entrance, two massive flights of stairs on each floor lead up to the next. The large glass doom over head lets in the light of the rising sun, making the already beautiful room seem more amazing. I’m pulled out of my daze as Yoongi drags me down one the halls where the rest of our group has already disappeared in.

“You will have plenty of time to gawk later, we need to get your schedule,” Yoongi scolds as we turn once again to find a little sitting room, with a pretty lady sitting at a desk. She is leaning forward on her desk, showing what little cleavage she has to a very annoyed but too polite Jin.

“Can we talk later, I have things to do,” Jin says trying to not let his irritation show in his voice.

“If we have to Jin-ssi,” She purrs, oh my god, I want to throw up. “Let me just find that schedule you were looking for, could you tell me the name again?”

“Kim Jooyoung,” He says, I’m guessing for the second time.

“That’s a wonderful name, it’s another one of your boys?” She looks past him, eyeing the five behind him.

“Thank you, but no,” I say with a bitter sweet smile as Yoongi and I reach the desk. Her flirty smile falters as she scans me; she quickly straitens her self and suddenly becomes professional. “My schedule if you please.”

The boys snicker behind me as the women types quickly into her computer, “You can have a seat, the headmaster himself would like to talk to you, it’s going to be a while.” She looks back to Jin, “I guess that means we can have that talk now.”

“I actually have to get going, I have somewhere to be,” Jin backs away, “Have a good first day Joo-ya.” He kisses my forehead before basically running out of the waiting area. I have to do my best to keep myself from laughing at the grimace she makes when he is gone.

“How long are we going to have to wait?” Namjoon asks the depressed receptionist.

“I’ll page him but he said he had a really important meeting this morning,” She picks up her phone and dials a number. “Hello Sir, I know you are waiting for your important meeting but a new student is here,” She pauses, “Kim Jooyoung.” She looks as if she is about to cry when he responds.

The double doors to her left fly open and there stands a very nicely dressed Suho. He quickly scans the seven of us, stopping when he finds me and Yoongi, still hooked together; his eyes narrow. Yoongi notices and takes his arms off me slowly, giving me an apologetic smile as he looks to his other friends, “We should be heading to class guys.”

“But Yoongi oppa,” I whine as him and the others head toward the door.

“We will see you in class,” Namjoon gives me a wave, while the others can’t even meet my eyes because they know; they are leaving me to the wolves. I look at a very tense Suho, whose glare is still fixed on the boys as they leave.

“Please come in,” Suho steps to the side and gestures me to go in. When he can tell I’m hesitant he takes a deep breath before trying again, “Jooyoung, please come in.” Without a word I shuffle inside, stopping right inside the door. “In one of the chairs please.” I obey once again and sit down in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the massive mahogany desk. The doors close behind me; the click of a lock loud and clear in the silence. I look over my shoulder at him, nervousness must be obvious on my face because he tries his best to give me a warm smile.

“You could have just had her give me my schedule,” I tell him as he walks around the desk to sit in his chair.

He nods, scooting closer and resting his elbows on the desk, “I could have, but then I wouldn’t have been able to see you.”

I can’t help but be cold, even with that smile, “Why would you want to see me?”

“Because I missed you, even though I have only known you for a short time, I missed you.”

I chuckle humorlessly, “You aren’t attached to me, remember? You are one of the reasons I left in the first place.” I can tell he is hurt by my words but I don’t care.

“I’m sorry, but didn’t you tell us that you would react to you the same way we reacted to you the next time we met?”

“I did.”

“Well,” He gives me that amazing soft smile again, “I’m trying to be warm but you are icying me out.”

I take a deep breath as I try to forget about the embarrassment I felt two days ago, “Understand that I don’t do stuff like that often, ask people what I mean to them because I know I won’t want to hear the answer, and you guys strait up denied me.”

“And we are sorry, so please Jooyoung, please forgive us and give us one more chance.”

“This isn’t because Kitty oppa threatened you right? You are doing this of my own free will?” I clarify.

He nods giving me a big smile, “Xiumin hyung is much better at expressing what is going on in his head than us, in fact he can explain to us what’s going on in our heads before us.” I nod, “So are we okay?”

I smile, “We are good. But can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” He beams at me.

“What is our relationship?”

He pauses, thinking over his answer, “I can’t give you a simple answer to that, but the best way I can describe it is that you are our Jooyoung and I am your Suho.”

“My Suho? What does that mean?”

“It means that we don’t have lines in our relationship, I can be many different things, just like any of the others can be many different things.”

“What kind of things?” The question sounds more perverted then I intended.

He grins before signaling me to come over to the other side. I hesitantly stand up and walking around the desk; yelping slightly when he pulls me on to his lap. With one hand on my back and the other resting on the bare skin of my thigh, in between my stockings and skirt, I feel kind of like a child on his lap.

“Anything. We can help you in school as a tutor. Listen to any of your problems as a friend. Protect you as a father. Touch you as lover.” As he speaks his hand slowly makes it way higher up my thigh under my skirt. “You just tell us baby girl and we will be it. Understand?”

I gulp and nod.

He kisses my forehead and squeezes my thigh, “Good girl.” Someone starts banging on the door; I try and jump off of Suho’s lap but his light touches suddenly becomes a death grip as the banging continues.

“Oppa let go!” I whisper as I try and swat his hands away with no luck.

“Hyung!” A familiar voice yells from the other side of the door.

“Those idiots have some timing,” Suho grumbles as he reaches under his desk and presses a button. The lock clicks and the door busts open, followed by five boys tumbling in, I cling to Suho at sudden intrusion. “Close the door behind you,” He orders when they stand and dust themselves off.

“So demanding,” Kai mumbles as he obeys, locking the door again. They all stare wide-eyed at the position I’m in. “Well good to know everything is working out.”

“Noona!” Sehun whines as he comes running forward, not even caring about the glares he receives from his hyungs. I’m stunned to see concern on his handsome face instead of his normal bitch face. “Suho hyung, you were supposed to tell us when she got here so we could do this together.”

“It’s okay,” Suho says back, “I figured it out, you guys just need to apologize too.”

Sehun grabs both of my hands and gets in real close as if we are filming a scene for a drama, “Noona, I am really sorry. Will you forgive me?”

I pull one of my hands free and stroke the younger’s head affectionately, “Yes, I forgive you.”

“Yay!” His sudden cuteness throws me off more when he hugs, only for a second before Suho pushes him away.

“Why do you get to hold her?” Panda comes forward with his arms crossed of his chest.

“I need to hug her to apologize properly,” Elf coos, his arms out stretched for me.

“I think I’ll save my apology for later,” Kai grins at me, “When we have more privacy.”

“It’s actually time for class so you guys can save your flirting for later,” Suho says firmly as he finally lets me down. I land on the ground with a click of my one inch heels.

“I will take her to class!” Panda yells jumping up and down.

“None of you will be taking her to class, so get your hug and scram.” With that there is a sudden mob of boys fighting over me. Elf wins by literally kicking all of the others out of the way.

“I’m sorry for being such a dick and not admitting I really like you,” He whispers in my ear before reluctantly handing me over to Panda.

“You look so cute in your uniform,” Panda coos at me, “Do you like mine?” He spins around once, posing a few times making me laugh.

“You look very handsome Oppa,” I say threw my laughs.

He smiles at me, “And you look very beautiful when you laugh.”

“My turn,” Kai whispers in my ear when he suddenly comes up behind and back hugs me. “I’m sorry baby girl.” I pause for a second, surprised when my alarms don’t go off, but with their silence I place my hands over Kai’s and lean into his embrace. Something that surprises even him.

“No alarms,” I answer the question they’re all thinking. “You must have had a very drastic change of heart.”

He nuzzles into the crook of my neck, “So no jumping away whenever I touch you?” I nod, earning me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Good.”

“Now you,” I slip from Kai’s grip to come face to face with a silent Owl. His eyes get wider as I come closer and I’m reminded of when I attacked him a few nights ago. “I think I should be apologizing to you.” I say honestly, surprising the nervous boy, “I seem to always scare you, I’m sorry.”

“You are beautiful,” He blurts out, automatically blushing at his own words. “You don’t scare me, I just get nervous, I’m sorry for making you feel otherwise. I’m also sorry for making you feel unwanted when we really do.” He bows quickly before rushing off to stand in the corner of the room.

“Wow, I think that’s the most I’ve ever heard him talk to a girl,” Elf chuckles as he rests his arm on my shoulders, “You should feel honored.”

Another knock on the door makes everyone freeze. I slip out from Elf’s reach and sit back down in one of the chairs in front of Suho. I can’t even hear the door unlock this time but when I opens I am out of my seat again, rushing towards the new comer.

“Ji-ya!” I yell excitedly.

She is dumbstruck for a minute before she realizes who the girl hugging her is me, “Joo-ya?” She holds me at arms length, giving me a once over before pulling me back in for a hug. “Joo-ya!”

We swing around for a second before Suho clears his throat to get our attention, “Ladies, if you would please calm down.” It takes us a second but we manage to somewhat calm down, our hands latched together, massive grins on our faces and little giggles slipping from our lips.

“Sorry Headmaster,” Jihyo says as she bows, still not managing to keep a strait face.

“Yea, sorry Headmaster,” I mumble, noticing the way Suho’s sudden professionalism falters at my cuteness.

“Ms. Choi, you will be in charge of taking Ms. Kim to all of her classes today, I assume you two know each other,” Suho eyes us both.

We nod in unison.

“I would have never guessed you two would be close friends,” Kai scoffs, his jerk side showing suddenly. I glare at him.

“What are you guys doing in here?” Jihyo asks narrowing her eyes on the group of boys in the corner.

“Don’t worry about them Ms. Choi, they just busted in like the hooligans they are, interrupting mine and Ms. Kim’s meeting,” Suho chuckles. He reaches under his desk again and holds out a cute backpack that matches my uniform. “This is your backpack.”

“It is?” I question as he lets it go in my hand, the weight of the bag almost knocking me down. Jihyo easily hold me up, laughing at my struggle. “What is in here?”

“Your necessities, notebooks, pens, pencils, a computer and a few other things. Sorry if it’s a bit much,” Suho gives me an apologetic smile.

“No, it great, thank you Headmaster.”

“Good, here is your schedule Ms. Kim,” He hands me a piece of paper. “And you can have Ms. Choi take you to lunch in the lounge.”

“She can get into the lounge?” Jihyo stares at Suho in disbelief. “I just got in their myself, I thought you had to be a member for a whole year before you can invite another person.”

“Ms. Kim is a member already, you just need to show her the way.”

Jihyo nods excitedly before grabbing my hand once again, “Since that is all, we will be going.”

“Wait!” Sehun stops us, “We’ll walk with you.”

“No thanks,” Jihyo gives him a cold smile before leading me out the door.

I Love You ‘Til the Sun Dies

I was requested to do and imagine base on the song “Little Do You Know” by Alex and Sierra, I know @imagine-mix-fandoms already did and imagine based off that song, which was amazing, so please go read that as well! I combined this request with an imagine of my own, so enjoy!

Imagine: You and Eric going through each other’s fear landscape. You learn why Eric is the way he is, and he finds out that you are scared of him.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and death!

“Eric, please don’t,” you beg with tears streaming down your face.

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says with a gun pointed to your head, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

He pulls the trigger.

You jolt awake gasping for air. Your face is covered in tears and body in sweat.

“You okay Y/N?” Eric asks opening his sleep filled eyes and looking at you.

“I-I’m fine.” You quickly respond, looking away from him. You’ve been waking up from this nightmare every day since the attack in Candor during the war, which had ended weeks ago. Since then, Eric was forgiven for what he did, and was given back his leadership position, Divergents were now safe, and you knew that Eric would never hurt you; however, this did not stop the nightmares from coming.

“Y/N, please telling me what’s bothering you. You wake up from these nightmares every fucking day and you won’t tell me what they’re about. Talk to me baby,” He was now fully awake, he grabs your chin and makes you face him, “Please Y/N, I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“It’s nothing Eric, really,” How could you ever tell him that your nightmares were about him killing you, I would break his heart. He clearly didn’t believe you, so you leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss, trying to talk his mind off it.

He eventually pulled back, with a disappointed look on his face, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but remember, I’m always here if you need to talk.” With that, he got up and walked out of the room.

‘I’m sorry Eric, I wish I could tell you, but I can’t,’ you thought.

“Where are we going Eric?” You asked, he held your hand leading you through the dark hallways of the Dauntless compound.

“Do you trust me Y/N,” He stopped walking and looked back at you, you nodded, “Then shut up and stop asking me!”

He finally stopped in front of the familiar room that you hadn’t seen since your initiation. The fear landscape room.

“Eric why are we here?” You question.

“We’ve been together for almost a year now, and I realized that you barely even know anything about me, so I thought what better way for you to get know me than going through my fears,” He says with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Eric, you don’t have t-”

“But I want to.” He said getting out the syringes.

“How many fears do you have?” You ask.

“Eight,” You can’t shake off the feeling that you’re invading his privacy, but he really wants this so you go with it, “Ready?

You nod as he injects himself; he then brushes your hair away from your neck and injects you.

Suddenly you find yourself trapped inside a small box, the walls closing in on you, claustrophobia. You look over at Eric, he is sitting, jaw-clenched, staring at the wall in front of him, you shake him, “Eric snap out of it and do something!”

He then takes a deep breath and puts his legs out pushing against the wall in front of him, you decide to do the same with the opposite wall, Eric counts to three and you both push, the scene changes.

You two are now standing in an open field, you look around and then back at Eric who is standing beside you stiffly, suddenly a flock of birds fly down and surround you, you see Eric taking shallow breaths, and try to stifle a giggle, “Your scared of birds?!”

He narrows his eyes at you, “Are you making fun of me Y/N?”

“No! Not at all! I’m just surprised that the big bad Eric is scared of birds,” You laugh.

“Says the girl who’s scared of itty bitty spiders,” he says rolling his eyes.

You punch him in the shoulder and say, “Now do something so we can get out of here.”

He walks up to the birds, bends down, and picks one up. He stands there for a second just staring at it with his jaw clenched, then gently pets its head, and I let out a small laugh as the birds and field disappear.

One by one, we went through the rest of his fears, being buried alive, failure, killing his loved ones, etc. Until we finally got to his final fear, we were standing in a dark alley somewhere in Erudite, there were five large men dressed in blue, three of the men stood holding an unfamiliar girl with a beaten and bruised face, and two of them held Eric who was struggling in their hold.

“ERIC!” The girl calls out.

“ELIZABETH!” Eric yells back with a pained expression, “Fuck!”

When he finally gets out of the grasp of the men, the girl changes, she is now in black clothing, she is still bruised and bleeding, and she has a tattoo of a dream catcher on her forearm. Wait, what?! You look at her face closely. It’s you.

“Eric…?” You look towards Eric, who is standing next to you wide eyed and frozen, “Eric!” You shake him.

“It changed,” His whisper is barely audible, simulation you lets out an agonizing scream, right before she is slapped across the face by one of the men.

“ERIC!” You hear yourself yell his name. This is so fucking strange. I’ve never seen Eric look so scared, his face has gone pale, his eyes are wide and he’s barely blinking, his jaw is clenched, and his hands are in shaking fists. One man grabs the neckline of your shirt and tears it apart, you scream once again, and thrash in the hold of the other two. You suddenly knew exactly what was happening.

Fuck I have to end this,’ You think to yourself, you stand in front of Eric and grab his face, forcing him to look down at you, “It’s okay Eric! I’m okay! Look at me Eric, I’m okay!”

When nothing worked you stood up on your toes and kissed him, eventually his heart rate slowed down and when you finally broke the kiss, the two of you were back in the fear landscape room. Eric looked around and collapsed to his knees.

You instantly kneeled down next to him, “Eric what was that? What was happening?”

“I-it was always her but now it’s you! It’s you Y/N!”

“Just breathe Eric,” You grab his hand as he took a deep breath, “Now tell me.”

“Back in Erudite, just a month before my choosing ceremony, I had a one night stand with this girl, she was my older sister’s ex-boyfriend’s younger sister,” Older sister? You knew Eric’s two younger sisters, but you never knew he had an older one too, “to me it was nothing, but she wanted more, I rejected her. So one day after school, I walked to the place where my older sister, Elizabeth, worked, Mum wanted her to take me shopping for a new blazer. We took too long in the shop and it was getting dark outside, we knew Mum was going to be mad at us, so we decided to take a shortcut home. Fuck that was the biggest mistake in my life,” He put his head in his hands and continued, “We were passing by this alleyway, I was leading the way, when suddenly Elizabeth screamed, I turned around, but I was held back by two men, two others held Elizabeth, and there was a fifth man, Elizabeth’s ex. To get back at Lizzy for breaking up with him, and at me for breaking his fucking sister’s heart, they raped and killed her in front of me, and I don’t know I fucking lived through that, but I did. It left my family shattered, and left me angry and full of hatred, and that’s why I chose dauntless on Choosing Day.”

“Oh my God, Eric I- I don’t know what to say,” You say quietly, trying to take in all the information you had just received, looking down as your lap.

“It’s okay Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything in there, it was always her, always, and suddenly it changed to you, and I didn’t know what to do,” He admits sadly.

“Eric, it’s okay, I understand,” You quickly respond, trying to comfort him.

“Let’s just go through your landscape,” He says getting up, you know he’s trying to get his mind off of what he just saw, but you can’t let him see your fears. If he sees the nightmare you have of him every night, it will break him.

“You’ve already seen it during my initiation,” You say.

“Yeah, but things change, and besides you haven’t been through it since then, it’s important for a dauntless to go through their fears often, we need to be able to handle them, in case they come back to haunt us in our real lives,” He says, trying to convince me.

“But, Eric-”

“I guess it’s fine if you don’t trust me enough to let me see,” You groan at Eric and his blackmailing skills, you mentally roll your eyes.

“Ugh, fine,” Maybe you’ll only have the same nine fears, maybe new fears don’t register with the serum that fast, you silently hope, as Eric injects the two of you once again.

One by one, you go through all nine of your familiar fears. Then everything goes dark, “Y/N? What’s going on, I thought you only had nine fears?”

You laugh uncomfortably, “Looks, like you were right Eric, things can change, I guess I have a new one.”

Suddenly the darkness disappears and you find yourself in Candor Headquarters, you’re on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, you look up with wide eyes and see Eric standing above you, gun pointed to your head, this isn’t real you try to tell yourself, but you can’t bring yourself to believe it, it feels so real, “Eric, please don’t-”

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

Your heart speeds up so fast you think it’ll explode, you start to cry, “Eric no! I’m sorry!”

He pulls the trigger.

You snap your eyes open gasping, you look around and you’re back in the landscape room.

“Y/N?” You just remembered that Eric saw all of that.

“Eric I-”

“Save it Y/N,” He tries to sound angry, but you can see how hurt he is, “I’ve tried to so hard to convince everyone that I’ve changed, but who the hell is gonna believe me, if my fucking girlfriend’s even scared of me!”

“Eric! Wait, I’m so fucking sorry! Eric?!” You call after him as he storms out of the room. After a while you walk to your best friend’s apartment, you thought it would be best to leave Eric alone for now, at least until you could think of a way of showing him how you feel.

You were in your friend’s guest bedroom, when suddenly you got an idea; you got out a piece of paper and started to write:

Little do you know, how I’m breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know, I’m still haunted by the memories
Little do you know, I’m trying to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know, I need a little more time
Underneath it all I’m held captive by the hole inside
I’ve been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind
I’m ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know, I need a little more time.

You walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment, knowing he wouldn’t be home yet, and go into your room, and fold the note in half, you put it on top of his laptop and leave, praying that this would work.

The next morning your friend comes into your room, waking you, “Y/N! Get up!”

“What?” You grumble.

“I was just about to leave for work, when Eric asked me to give this to you,” she says handing you a folded piece of paper, your heart sank thinking that he rejected your note and returned it.

“W-what is it?” You ask her.

“I don’t know, I didn’t check,” she looks at her watch and says, “listen, I have to go now, but you can stay here as long as you want!”

“Thanks,” you call out as she leaves, you hear the door shut and you finally open the letter, your heart flutters at Eric’s familiar handwriting:

I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I love you like you’ve never felt the pain,
I’ll wait, I promise you don’t have to be afraid,
I’ll wait, The love is here and here to stay
So lay your head on me
Little do you know, I know you’re hurting while I’m sound asleep
Little do you know, all my mistakes are slowly drowning me
Little do you know, I’m trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies.

You look up from the letter, trying to hold back your tears, and you see Eric standing in the doorway, he looks at you and says, “’little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies’.”

You jump off the bed and run into his arms, you finally let the tears release, “I’m so sorry Eric! I’m sorry!” You say through sobs.

“Shh, it’s okay,” He whispers kissing your forehead.  

 A/N: Ahh that was so long, I’m so sorry it took forever to write this, but I had exams going on, however I’m free for the rest of the week, so send in your requests!

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The Fic Of Infinite Sadness doesn’t want to finish writing itself tonight. (It’s the usual problem with these two, they insist on talking when they should be making out, and vice versa, ugh, why, you two?) But I would like to have SOMETHING to offer the fandom for our hanniversary celebration, so will you accept a tiny excerpt which is as close to fluffy as this fic gets? Only one murderous thought + gratuitous terms of endearment qualifies as fluff, right?


There were odd, vertiginous moments when Hannibal failed to recognize his own reflection.

In retrospect, he could admit that Bedelia had been right that he had not been trying particularly hard to stay hidden in Italy. But he was trying now, this new existence precarious and precious. His wardrobe barely had a pattern or a pocket square in it. A brief foray into hair dye had been disastrous - the only comfort was that Will had hated it even more than Hannibal had, and they’d both agreed to never try it again - but he’d let his hair grow longer and stay messier.

There were compensations. Will liked him this way, apparently. Leaned against him and pressed his cheek into the softest of Hannibal’s sweaters and said, “I like this one, I might steal it.”

Will himself appeared much the same as he always had, able to rely on his protean nature more than external disguises to avoid attracting attention. He shifted personas more intentionally in public now, and it always amused Hannibal to recognize where Will had picked up a particular mannerism - a turn of phrase from a waitress, a particular hand gesture Hannibal recognized as one of his own.

“Move over, sugar,” he’d drawled at Hannibal a few days earlier, returning from the bathroom to find his spot on the bench encroached upon by a nearby tourist.

Hannibal hadn’t quite choked on his own tongue, but it had been a near thing, and he still hadn’t managed to prise from Will who on earth he’d picked up *sugar* from.

It might have been something he’d overheard from a passing tourist and filed away in the shimmering depths of his mind. But it was equally possible that it was something his wife had called him, and the thought made something howl and churn in Hannibal’s stomach.

If there ever came a time when his promises to Will no longer held, he would neither eat her nor display her. She would simply vanish, as if she had never been, as if he could retroactively excise her from Will’s life. It was a warming thought, and kept the clawed, jealous thing inside him more or less at bay.


Pretty Way To Fight

Show: The 100

Ship: Kabby

Disclaimer: I don’t own them!


Her husband had just died. It was her first shift back at the hospital, and despite the gnawing pull in the pit of her stomach, she had forced herself to get back into her routine. Jake would have wanted it that way, she had told herself as she pulled into the hospital’s employee parking garage. Slowly, deliberately she pulls her car around the pavement until her spot comes into view, but in a blink of an eye, a dark Jeep swerves past her and screeches to a halt in her space.

Slamming on her brakes and throwing her car into park, she gets out of the car with eyes that could kill and waits for the entitled asshole to get out of his vehicle. The constant beeping of her car letting her know the door is wide open echoes throughout the empty garage.

When the door to the Jeep swings open and it’s occupant steps out, her voice is roaring and clear at five o’clock in the morning, loud enough to wake the patients of the hospital nearly across the street.

“Hey, jackass,” she calls out, earning a well-deserved shocking expression from the strikingly handsome man that’s stolen her parking space. “Yes, you. Mr. Steal Your Spot.”

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  • Cashier: This sucks!
  • Other Cashier: *yawns* What sucks?
  • Cashier: This job. I'm so bored. Why can't we just leave?
  • Other Cashier: We've only got two more hours left.
  • Cashier: Yeah, but no one is going to come in. No one shops here. Let's stop pretending that this place is profitable and go home and do important things like sleeping or masturbating.
  • Other Cashier: I mean, you can masturbate in the back room and no one will notice.
  • Cashier: I know, but it's comfier at home.
  • Other Cashier: I get what you're saying, though.
  • Cashier: About masturbating?
  • Other Cashier: No, about going home. I'd do it, but I'm too big of a fan of making money.
  • Cashier: I don't care about money. It's not like my money goes to anything important. I'm pretty against money. I'm a libertarian.
  • Other Cashier: Libertarians love money, dude.
  • Cashier: Oh. What were the names of the one's who hate money?
  • Other Cashier: Commies?
  • Cashier: Yeah, I'm a commie! Fuck money! Everything should be free! ...What does commie even mean?
  • Other Cashier: *shrugs* I don't know. Probably short for something.
  • Cashier: Is it like a race of people or something?
  • Other Cashier: I think so. I hope it's not some sort of ethnic slur.
  • Cashier: I think I'm going to stop calling myself a c*mmie just in case.
  • Other Cashier: Yeah, that's a good idea.
  • *doors slides open*
  • Cashier: Did you see that?
  • Other Cashier: The doors?
  • Cashier: No, the 30% off beauty supplies sign. Of course the doors, dude! They just opened by themselves.
  • *doors slide closed*
  • Cashier: Omigod! That's so creepy. *tugs other cashier's shirt* Isn't that so creepy?
  • Other Cashier: Iunno. Not a big deal to me. Maybe they like malfunctioned or something. It happens.
  • Cashier: Yeah, but you don't think it's suspicious that they malfunctioned when we're in here alone?
  • Other Cashier: Not really, dude. I mean, if they were gonna malfunction, they were gonna do so whether or not anyone was here.
  • Cashier: I guess that makes sense... Hey, that reminds me of this creepy thought I had.
  • Other Cashier: Yeah?
  • Cashier: You remember Mary Kate & Ashley.
  • Other Cashier: The twins?
  • Cashier: No, the other Mary Kate & Ashley.
  • Other Cashier: There was another set of Mary Kate & Ashleys!?
  • Cashier: No, dummy. I was talking about the twins.
  • Other Cashier: Then why did you say there were another set of them?
  • Cashier: I was messing with you.
  • Other Cashier: That's a dumb way of messing with someone.
  • Cashier: Well, you can be really dumb sometimes?
  • Other Cashier: I'm dumb? Aren't you the one who's a commie.
  • Cashier: Don't say c*mmie when it's probably a slur!
  • Other Cashier: *covers mouth* Forgot, sorry dude. Anyway, what were you going to say about Mary Kate & Ashley.
  • Cashier: I don't know, probably something made up and dumb. They're both dead anyway, so who cares.
  • Other Cashier: They died?
  • Cashier: Probably. I mean have you heard anything about them in the last few years?
  • Other Cashier: Nope. I guess they are dead then.
  • *glass shattering*
  • Cashier: Eep! What the hell was that!?
  • Other Cashier: Sounds like it came from the beauty supplies section.
  • Cashier: That's the most isolated part of the store. What if it's like... I don't know a fucking spirit or something?
  • Other Cashier: Spirits aren't real.
  • Cashier: So you think we just go nowhere when we die?
  • Other Cashier: No, like, dead spirits are real. But, like, ghost spirits aren't? Dead spirits probably want to go to heaven instead of sticking around the flesh zone.
  • Cashier: But what if they're going to hell soon? I'd rather haunt a shitty store than go to hell!
  • Other Cashier: We're not supposed to talk about religion at work, dude. Listen, I'm going to check out what broke. You just sit here and twiddle your thumbs or whatever. *walks off*
  • Cashier: Alright, be safe. *twiddle, twiddle, twiddle*
  • Cashier: *looks up at clock* Holy shit! There's only five minutes before my shift ends. Twiddling your thumb wastes so much time. But, my co-worker hasn't come back yet. God, this is bad. No. Stop being paranoid. It's probably nothing. They probably cleaned up whatever broke and went home early. But, that means I have to close this place myself. Shit. I hate closing by myself. It's so creepy.
  • *glass shatters*
  • *a groan comes from within the store*
  • Cashier: *sweats and glances up at the clock* Wow, still five minutes left until my shift ends. Time really does slow down when you're paying attention.
  • *another louder groan*
  • Cashier: Haha, look at the time. Still five minutes left. Every second feels like an hour when you're as hard a worker as I am. *sweats harder* I guess there's nothing wrong with calling it in early, right? That's what being a c*mmie all about. Leaving work whenever you want. Worker's rights and such. It's not in my job description to deal with whatever the fuck is probably in the back of the store. I mean. I'm just a cashier. *shuts off lights and locks up the store* My co-worker probably went out the back anyway. Yeah, that's it. Everything's cool. I'm not doing anything wrong.
  • Cashier: *walks off into the night* I can't wait to go home and have a completely normal night not at all bothered by whatever unseen events just transpired.
  • *the doors to the store are slowly forced open*
  • *hundreds of tiny maggots squirm out in the direction of the cashier*
Hunters Don’t Cry: Part 3

Pairings: Dean x Reader x BestFriend Sam

Summary: Catch up  HERE
This is a little more of a flash back chapter. It gives a bit of a back story and shows the bond between Sam and the reader. We get a glimpse into the present but not a lot.

Word Count: 1700ish

Warnings: More Angst, Emotional Roller Coaster, talks of abortion, adult language and cheating

Author’s Note: You guys are great! I don’t know how many parts this will be but thank you so much for the love and support. I am going to start tagging people, if you request. So if you would like to be tagged, please just let me know. I do plan on writing other things so please choose between being tagged in Sam, Dean, or all. I will probably start adding other characters into the mix once I get into the habit of really writing again. I am a Dean girl though so if my stories contain mostly him, sorry. Again, thank you so much for the support and I hope you like the next part. If you guys ever want to talk about this story, my ask is always open. :)

“Are you ready?” Sam asked as we walked up to the door of the local clinic.

“No. I’m not.” I was a mess and Dean was suppose to be here, not Sam. I’m grateful he is but this was not his place. This wasn’t his child.

“He will be here soon.” He stated as he opened the door and walked me in.

The room was cold and plain. White walls, brown chairs, filled with girls in the same boat as me. I checked in, filling out the paper work under a false name, with a false credit card, and a false social security number. The girls around me ranged in all ages. The sadness in the room was overwhelming. Sam sat beside me and grabbed my hand trying to comfort me as I called Dean, again, for the millionth time.

“Least you have a man who is supportive.” The girl across from me, cried into a tissue. I thought I was a wreck.

“Oh he’s not.. we’re not together. He’s just my best friend.” I stuttered, letting go of Sam. He smirked at me but tried to act serious.

“Of course even the good guys out there are gay.” She was still crying into the soggy tissue. “I mean you’re beautiful. Look at your hair”

“I’m not gay, I’m straight. But all people are great. Like butt stuff is cool. I mean.. yeah.  I’m just her best friend.” Sam tried to compose his self but he was failing. His words were falling out.

“Not with that hair you aren’t.”

He looked at me and did his Sam face. He was defeated and had no come backs.

“So lushhh.” I ran my hands through his hair, just how he hated it.

“Walker?!” An angry, old lady screamed from the opposite side of the room.

“That’s you.” Sam nudged my side. I forgot which fake name I had used. All I remember is Dean wasn’t here. He wasn’t here and I needed him. I got up and motioned for Sam to stay. I was a big girl, I can do this. She pointed to a room in the long corridor, room 3.

“There’s a gown and a urine cup in there. You must remove all personal belongings, clothes and jewelry before entering the restroom. You may not flush the toilet. If you flush you will have to cancel and come back another day. You will not receive your money back if you flush. Have you recently come into contact with any STDs by either oral, anal, vaginal intercourse, shared needles and blood? This is not limited to HIV and AIDS.
"Ugh… no?” I have only been with one man in my life and if he had something, we were going to have a problem.

“How many partners, of all genders, have you had sexual intercourse with in the past six months?” She had this memorized as she went through her checklist. She didn’t even look at me.

“One. Just one.”

“Okay, go ahead remove your clothes, your phone will have to stay outside in the basket.”

“Can I make one last phone call, privately?”

“Two minutes or you give up your slot.”

I nodded at her and dialed his number as she walked out of the room.

“This is Dean, if you have this number you know what to do.” Great, the fucking answering machine.

“Hey. I’m here. Where are you? I know I’ve called a lot but I’m really scared Dean and I need you. I need you to be here. I’m doing what you wanted but I need you here. Please call me back.” I closed my phone and started crying. “Hunters don’t cry. You’ve killed monsters. You can get through this.”

The nurse walked back in with a tissue and handed to to me.

“Honey, if he’s the one who made the choice but he’s not here, you need to find a different man.” She stated, changing my entire thoughts about her.  "You also don’t have to do this. How far along are you?“

"8 weeks yesterday.” I rested my hand on my stomach, there was an actual child there. It was real and I was getting rid of it.“

"Do you want to have a child?”

“I mean I’ve always wanted my family but I travel a lot. I’m never home, I don’t have any family but my cousin. Besides the father and my best friend, I’m alone. I can’t raise a child alone.”

“Have you thought about adoption.”

“Aren’t you suppose to be telling me this isn’t going to hurt, not try to talk me out of it.”

“We already have your deposit, that’s non-refundable.”

“No, I haven’t thought about it because I can’t work pregnant.” If I wasn’t questioning things already, she was making it worse. But how am I suppose to save people 8 months pregnant? I would be Shamu.

“You have other options. Just think about it.” She handed me some pamphlets and closed the door behind her. Here I was alone, with my ass hanging out of a hospital gown about to have a vacuum up my vagina. I was about to get rid of something I’ve yet to have a part in. Dean Winchester will not tell me what to do with my body or my child. If he wanted a say so, he should have been here. He was suppose to love me and support me.  

I grabbed my belongings and ran out of the exam room and down the hallway. I wasn’t doing this. With much more force than I intended, I opened the door to the waiting room.

“I’m not doing this Sammy. Dean can go fuck himself but I am having this baby and I’m going to be a good mom.” I stood in the middle of the waiting room, with my ass still hanging out, surrounded by many other girls in the same boat. He put down the Women’s Health magazine and stood up. He walked towards me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“Let’s go home?” He asked.

“No, we are going to find Dean.” I knew where he was if he wasn’t at the motel, he was at the bar or the local diner.

“Okay, but put on some pants first.” Sam laughed as we walked out of the clinic and to the car we “borrowed”. I didn’t know what I was going to tell Dean but I didn’t care. We were having a child.

“Twins?” Dean looked at me with his eyes as wide as an ocean.

“Twins.” I replied back.

“We have twins.” He was still shocked. I was honestly expecting worse.

“Two little girls. Brinley and Brielle Winchester.”

“How the hell did you hide this? Why did you hide this? We have two daughters and now you think this is best time to spring this on me?”

“Are you fucking serious right now, Dean?! I hid it from you because you were the one who told me to get an abortion. You were the one who gave me the credit card and said "handle it.” You were the one who was suppose to be there holding my hand while I made the biggest choice of my life. Where were you Dean? You were too busy getting drunk to care.“ Now he had made me  mad, again.

"You told me you were having a baby and it was the damn apocalypse. What do you think I was suppose to do? Hold your hand and tell you everything is going to be okay?”

“No, but I expected you to at least be there. The one time I asked you to do something for me, you bailed and you were drunk fucking with her.”

“That was the night we met, wasn’t it?” Tiffany, who was now standing beside me looked at Dean, heartbroken.

“I was on a bender. It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does!” We both said at the same time, surprising us both and the boys.

“You told me your ex left you and was aborting your child because she didn’t want it. Not that you didn’t want it.”

“She never told me she wanted to keep it.”

“Them. Keep them.” I chimed in.

“Okay, yes I told her to get rid of them. I told her I didn’t want them. I was wrong and by the time I knew I wanted them, she was gone.” He looked at me, sad and empty. “You were gone.”

“If he’s not in here Sam, I’m going to kill him.”  I opened the door to the dark, smoke filled bar.

“He will be here, the car is parked out front.” Sam was following behind, coughing at the smoke. “You shouldn’t be in here, it could be bad for the baby.”

“Let’s find Dean and go.” I walked around the pool tables looking for him, nothing.

I wanted to give up. He wasn’t here either. My bladder had other ideas. I opened the door to the restroom, every stall was empty but one. I heard some giggling and clothes ruffling. I couldn’t judge though. Dean and I had done the exact same thing many times. I called his phone one more time, keeping the volume low so the couple could not hear me. Then I heard it, two stalls down. It was him. I heard him fumbling to turn it off, then I got his voicemail.

“Who was that, baby?” I heard the female voice ask him.

“Nothing, wrong number. Now where were we?” He said and she started laughing again.

Tears were steaming down my face as I rand out of the restroom and right into Sam.

“Let’s go!” I screamed

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait for Dean?”

“He’s not here.” I snapped back at him.

“But Baby is…” he tried to respond but I cut him off.

“He’s not here Sam, let’s go. I need to go to the motel and get my things.”

“Where are you planning on going?”

“I’m going home, Sam. I’m going back to Kansas. ”



sbakkoushs  asked:

why are people so caught up on the slave thing... for one: sana shut him down with a look like 'im not takin shit from ya' and two: sibling humor is what it is. Sibling humor. Some people obvs have never had siblings before. There'd be a big problem if he called her that and then sana turned meek and submissive ok but that didnt happen. This fandom brings out worse people everyday lmao


Ugh and it’s only been 2 days lmaoooo, yet people think they already know these boy based on 2 videos.

anonymous asked:

idk if the op of that post is straight or not, and i get they probably had good intentions but like. i'm so tired of seeing people say shit like "it proves platonic relationships can be stronger than romantic ones" or most commonly "why can't you enjoy their relationship without making it romantic." in the majority of tv shows, movies, and anime i've watched, in most of the manga and books i've read, in most of the games i've played, friendship and platonic relationships tend to be the (1/2)

the strongest relationships in the whole story. b/c writing for het relationships is so lackluster and boring, due to heteronormativity, guy + girl = ~tru luv~ even when it’s the weakest relationship present. even when it’s the worst relationship. we know that friendship/platonic relationships can be the strongest bonds out there, even stronger than romantic bonds. we know that. we don’t need this repeated to by us when we’re constantly told this, and then told by others (2/?)

(not talking about the op of that post here, but other fandoms in general) that we’re devaluing m/m friendships bc we ship two guys together. and i guarantee that half the notes on that, be it in the tags or reblogs, are people going “omg yeah, guys can be friends without being romantically involved!” or something similar. this turned out longer than i intended, and i’m sorry about that. it’s just so damn annoying to go into the ship tags and see someone talk about friendship. (¾)

like. we already know. we know very well that non-romantic bonds can be stronger than romantic ones. we know. we don’t need people telling us this, and coming into our tags on occasion to let us know. go tell it to the hundreds of thousands of homophobic straight people who refuse to understand it and only agree with it bc it means they don’t have to worry about two guys actually being in love with each other. ugh. (4/4)

I 100% agree with you. Strong platonic relationships in media have been around for years, it’s not like this is a new thing for us to celebrate and fawn over.

Het pairings can share a damn pencil and have it considered true love but oh no when it’s a same sex pairing you can literally be fucking soulmates and still have people calling it platonic :/

And more importantly, have you noticed how ‘the importance of platonic relationships’ is somehow only ever relevant when it’s about a mlm/wlw pairing?? For some odd reason het pairings never get shit like this! How odd right???? I sure wonder why that is. 

Oxygen - chapter 5

Pairing: Jaehyun x (female) reader
Genre: romance, fuckboy!au
Summary: He took the oxygen away from your lungs and you let him. You let him unfold you when you promised yourself you wouldn’t. You let him inside when you knew you shouldn’t have. He ruined you and you gave him permission to do so.

Previously - here | Next part - here

Originally posted by taesyong

“Hansol! Open this door! Ji Hansol!”

You banged on the door to get his attention. No one even looked your way because they were so used to it. That should bother you, but you didn’t care. You needed to talk to him!


“You really need to stop doing that.”

Well this wasn’t Hansol.

“Are going to come in?” Johnny asked moving over to let you by.

You felt your face heat up as you walked in and muttered an apology. You looked around and saw another boy, but it wasn’t Hansol. Where was he?

“Hansol’s getting some help from the teacher. He said he’ll be back soon.” Johnny said laying down on the bed.

“I didn’t know you were here.” You said taking off your jacket.

You felt so embarrassed. Maybe because Hansol isn’t here to make it better or that there was someone you didn’t know sitting in front of you and your first impression probably wasn’t a good one.

“Jaehyun’s at practice and I needed a quiet place to think.”

You looked away and huffed.

“Well you don’t have to tease me about it. Who is this?”

“This is Ten, Ten this is Hansol’s best friend Y/N. The one Jaehyun is interested in.” Johnny explained casually.

You almost choke on your own saliva at what he said. How much did he know? It’s not like you didn’t expect him to know, but how much does Jaehyun talk about you? The thought of it made your stomach tie in knots. You assumed it was in disgust and not endearment.

“You’re more beautiful than I imagined. He talks about you all time. I can see the appeal.” Ten said winking at you.

Oh when is Hansol coming back?

“You’ve really got Jaehyun hooked. I’m surprised actually, he’s never wanted a girl this bad before.” Hansol said turning towards you.

“Well there was Sunhi, but it didn’t work out very well.” Ten explained sitting next to you on Hansol’s bed.


You’ve never heard of that name. At least not here. You didn’t think she was in any of your classes and Jaehyun’s never mentioned her on your daily jogs. You felt something bubble in your chest and you tried to push back the feeling. There was no way you were jealous, you couldn’t be. But you just couldn’t keep your curiosity at bay. Who was Sunhi?

“Could you tell me more about her?”

“Nah, I think we’re gonna go run the track.” Ten said standing up.

That little shit! You followed them out the door and called out for them, but it was no use. They ignored your calls and turned the corner. They were probably laughing at you, but you couldn’t focus on that. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

“Meet me at the basketball court Princess ;) - Jaehyun”

“How did you get my number??”

“I have my ways. Hurry! - Jaehyun”

You rolled your eyes and made your way out the door. Maybe he’ll be able to answer your question.

Who was Sunhi?

You walked inside the school’s basketball court. You were still impressed by big it was. You’ve only been to at least two of the games here. After seeing almost the whole female student body swoon over Jaehyun you decided this wasn’t the place for you. The only reason you’re here now is because Jaehyun requested to see you. Usually you’d avoid him at all costs, but maybe he’d mention that Sunhi girl. Ugh! You shouldn’t even be worried about it! For all you know they could’ve just been messing with you. They were Jaehyun’s friends after all.

“You wanted to see me?”

“You came! I didn’t think you would!” He exclaimed holding the basketball he was shooting hoops with.

“What do you want?”

“I was wondering if you decided on an answer. You know, for the party?” He asked walking up to you.

He was clad in basketball shorts and a grey t-shirt that clung to him showing his biceps. Oh what you would do to cling onto- no! No! You will not think of him that way! He doesn’t even deserve to be thought of that way!

“I’m not going.”

“Why not?” He asked quietly. He looked like a kick puppy when you told him your decision. It tugged at your heart and that was something you hated.

“I told you, it’s not my thing.”

“I’ll make a deal with you. If you can make one basket then you don’t have to go, but if you can’t not only do you have to go, but you have to be my date.” Jaehyun said smirking at you and passing the ball.

Alright, how hard could it be? Your older brother used to play basketball so you knew a few tricks. You dribbled around him, but when you went to shoot Jaehyun pulled you into his chest causing the ball to miss the basket.

“You’re such a cheater!” You exclaimed playfully punching his arm.

You felt his breath against your neck when he laughed. The hairs on the back of your neck rising and goosebumps covering your body.

“Don’t worry I won’t force you to go. I respect your decision.”

“You do?” You questioned softly. He hummed in your ear and kept your back against his chest. You couldn’t move. You were frozen in your spot as he gently swayed your body from left to right. You closed your eyes at the feeling.

Suddenly you felt something soft on your neck. His lips pressing against the exposed skin. You gasped and craned your neck so he had more access. A small moan escaped your lips when his teeth lightly captured a small patch of skin.

He spun you around and looked into your dazed eyes. He licked his lips taking you in. Jaehyun slowly leaned down and connected your lips. Desire, frustration, and passion into the kiss. They were so soft and fit perfectly with your own. His tongue licked your bottom lip and that was when you came to your senses. You pushed him away and covered your mouth. Tears swelling up in your eyes.

“Y/N? Did I do something wrong? Talk to me.” He cooed reaching out to you.

You shook your head and ran out of the basketball court. You needed to find Hansol. You weren’t able to keep your tears locked away and they fell down your cheeks. What the hell did you just do?

A Fine Line-Part 3

Calum Imagine

Summary: The line between love and hate becomes thinner and thinner as Calum and you become closer than you ever could have thought possible. 

A/N: Part 3 of my attempt at the enemies to lovers trope. This was super requested so I hope you guys like it. Part 4 will ensue if it’s requested and receives the attention :) happy reading! 

|Part One| |Part Two|

~Approx: 3.2k words~
~Warnings: Smut~


You didn’t have much else to do that afternoon and so it was no surprise that you found yourself sitting on the cold metal bleachers overlooking the soccer field. The team was in the middle of a warmup, Calum at their head as the group of boys jogged around the field. You had hoped that he wouldn’t see you, but practically the second you sat down he managed to find your eyes and shoot you that familiar smirk before jogging off to join his teammates to which you of course responded with an eye roll. You don’t know why you had decided to come watch him practice, but deep down you knew the way he looked sprinting around the pitch in his soccer shorts definitely had something to do with it.

As charming as he was off the field he was equally as graceful gliding across the field, barking orders and moving his feet like nothing you had ever seen. You didn’t know much about the sport, but anyone with eyes could see that Calum was a king on the field. You always knew he was talented. You had been able to see a portion of his backyard from your room and you could remember watching him for hours as he practiced. His mom would call him back inside for dinner but he wouldn’t go, opting instead to stay out and play until the sun went down. You had been fascinated by his persistence, that is until one of his soccer balls was hurtling towards your head.  

The practice lasted for about another hour after you got there. Much too soon for your liking the coach was calling the players in for a final huddle before sending them to the locker rooms. You sighed as you grabbed your things and thudded down the bleachers, hoping to make it out without anyone else noticing you. This wasn’t exactly your scene and you didn’t want to start anything. As you descended the final steps you heard his unmistakable voice.

“Hey baby.” He was leaning against the handrail, his arms crossed and his signature smirk plastered on his face. He clearly hadn’t been to the locker rooms yet as he was drenched in sweat, his practice jersey clinging to his muscled frame.

“Not your baby.” You said, your eyes refusing to meet his as you kept walking.

“But you want to be don’t you pretty girl?” He jogged after you.

“In your dreams.”

“I thought we promised not to lie to each other?” He reached out and grabbed your hand, bringing you back to him, his arm slithering around your waist and you let out a small gasp as how close he was to you. “I need to hit the showers. Wait for me?” He said it more like a command, but his eyes pleaded with you.

“Well if I remember correctly I did still have a few things to teach you.” You took your bottom lip between your teeth and you could’ve sworn you felt him twitch.

“Christ, I’ll be ten minutes.” He growled, pulling you in for a quick, rough kiss before pulling away and looking into your eyes. “Shit, make that five.” He pulled away from you and sprinted back to the locker room, leaving you extraordinarily excited for him to come back.

After around fifteen minutes however, your phone dinged, Calum’s name coming up on the screen,

Meet me in the locker room. Cleared it out just for us baby ;)

“Oh my god.” You mumbled under your breath. He was so difficult. What if someone was in there? You weren’t supposed to just waltz into the locker room for christ’s sake you weren’t an athlete, you’d be kicked out for sure. But you curiosity and sheer desire to see him won out and you found yourself heading towards the concrete building. You couldn’t help the sheer feeling of nervousness as you crept inside. You didn’t hear any whooping and hollering as you walked in like you would have expected inside a boy’s room but the butterflies persisted still.

“Cal?” You whispered, poking your head around the corner. The locker room was empty, a few towels littered the floor and some of the metal doors were left hanging open the only sign that anyone had been there at all. “Cal!” You said a little louder, taking another step inside. “Calum- ahh!” Two hands grabbed your waist and spun you around, one hand clamping over your mouth as a pair of deep brown eyes met yours.

“Shh, it’s just me.” He chuckled, moving his hand from over your mouth as you glared at him.

“Ugh, I hate you.”

“You wish you hated me as much as you say you do.” Calum laughed, peeling his sweaty jersey from his body.

“I thought you were going to shower.”

“Didn’t have time. I had to get the rest of the team out of here so you and I could-”

“Could what?” You interrupted him, as if daring him to continue.

He smiled, advancing towards you. His body was glistening in a way that was almost sinful, his shorts hanging low on his hips.

“So we could do this.” He wrapped his arms around you, his lips attacking yours with fervor and his hand immediately finding their way to your ass and giving it a squeeze. He tasted like salt from his workout but you didn’t care. His lips felt too good for you to stop now. You wrapped your arms around his neck, practically throwing yourself on him. “So eager aren’t we?” He chuckled, his lips ghosting over yours.

“You know what I want, just give it to me.” You growled, surprising yourself with how serious you were.

“You should know better than to demand things of me by now babygirl.” He said.

In one quick motion you tugged your shirt off and unbuttoned your jeans, leaving you nearly bare in front of him. You watched with glee as his entire demeanor shifted, his face clean of his once cocky smirk.

“I said, give it to me.” Your voice was cool as you stared at him, your brow lifted as a challenge.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He growled, stripping himself of his shorts before gripping your hips and squeezing slightly. He turned you around, backing you against the locker doors so your back was pressed against the cool metal. His lips found your neck again, his fingers digging into your naked thighs. “Do you want to tell me what you want sweetheart?”

“You-I-ah! I want you to fuck me.” You moaned against his lips. You hated the smirk on his face as the words left your mouth, but you were too desperate for him to care.

“That’s what I thought.” In one swift move, he pushed your panties aside and slowly slid inside you, your wetness allowing him an easy passage. Both of you let out a long sigh at the contact, his forehead pressed against yours and his eyes squeezed shut. When he was finally all the way in he held himself there, enjoying the feeling of being buried deep inside you for the first time.  He groaned, grunting your name as he began to move his hips.

Your fingers gripped his hair, pulling at the roots harder as he moved faster. He pounded into you relentlessly, all the pent up aggravation the two of you felt for each other, the harsh, messy, mixed up feelings you two had harbored for each other surfacing as you were brought back to your most raw, animalistic state of being entwined in each other.

“You feel just like I imagined babygirl. So tight and wet and beautiful, just for me.” He buried his face in your shoulder, his teeth biting down on your supple skin. You cried out, both in pain and pleasure as the tip of his cock pounded into your sweet spot over and over again. He groaned as you tightened around him and pulled his hair even harder so that his head was jerked back. In retaliation he pounded into you as hard as he could, your back jolting into the metal of the locker doors.

“Fuck, Calum that hurt!”

“It wasn’t meant to be gentle princess.” He spoke through gritted teeth, his voice becoming raspy as he reached his climax. You clutched his toned biceps, hanging on for dear life as he thrusted into you. He felt so good, filling you up completely as he pounded you to orgasm.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna, I’m-”

“I know, I can feel you, go ahead baby come on my cock.” You didn’t even need his permission before you felt your legs shaking, fire racing through your entire body as you came around him. With a loud grunt, he suddenly pulled out of you and came all over your stomach and thighs. You watched as his face scrunched with pleasure, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hanging open. There was a comfortable silence before he spoke again, his voice a low whisper. “Fuck.”

“I’ll say…that was-.”

“Amazing. Fuck that was amazing. I think I just felt my fifteen year old self pat me on the back.”

“Agreed.” You muttered, pulling away from him to fish your shirt off a pile of towels.

“Hey,” He said, tugging on your arm. “Shower with me?”

You grimaced. “That sounds like the kind of thing couples do after they have sex, which means I’ll have to pass.”

“Baby c’mon we both know we’re not a couple.”

“Well I’d prefer not to act that part.” You chuckled, his puppy eyes melting into something that looked too much like disappointment.

“I just want another round, don’t act so high and mighty.”

“Ah, there’s the asshole I know. It’s refreshing to hear you be a dick. Reminds me why I can’t stand you.”

Calum scowled, throwing a towel at you. “You know you standing there covered in my cum makes your insults a lot easier to bear.”

You felt your cheeks flush, your body becoming hot with anger as you wiped the evidence off your skin. You dressed in silence, throwing your post-sex hair up in a bun and grabbing your bag before walking out of the locker room.

You heard him jog out behind you but you didn’t bother looking back.

“Hey! Just wait for a second I have something to ask you.”

“Then ask.”

He paused for a moment as if not expecting you to even allow him to speak before he took hold of your hand and laced his fingers in yours. “I want you to come to a party with me tonight?”

“A party? What the fuck, why.”

“Because I know you’ve never been to one and I think you’d have a good time. It doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”

You raised your brow at him. “Do you want it to mean something?”

Calum sighed, letting go of your hand so he could run his fingers through his hair. “I want you to meet my friends. And don’t ask me why I just do okay.”

“You just can’t get enough of me can you?” You shot him a playful smirk, which he returned as he pulled you in by the waist for a kiss.

“Guess not. Now will you go?”

“Fine, but if for a second I stop having a good time I’m bailing.”

“Okay, that’s fair. I’ll stop by your place around nine and we can go together okay? It’ll be casual.”

“Okay.” You gave him a tentative smile, his eyes lighting up as he kissed you again.

“See you soon.” He said before jogging back into the locker room for his long awaited shower as you headed back to your dorm, your mind still clouded by the thought of him.


You had decided on a pair of leggings and a nice top, a pair of sneakers adorning your feet as you waited for him. Your clock read 9:17 and you sighed, hated the little voice in the back of your mind that told you he wasn’t going to show. Right before you were about to write him off and call it a night your phone buzzed, signaling he was outside and waiting for you. With a huff, you grabbed your jacket and headed out to meet him.

“Hey.” He greeted you, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Party’s across campus, I figured we could just walk.”

“Who’s all gonna be there?

“Everybody who’s anybody, babygirl.”

“You know, no matter how much you say it I’ll never be your baby.”  You could have sworn you heard him mutter something that sounded like ‘we’ll see’ but as soon as you were about to question him about it like the smartass you were he had changed the topic again.

“You’ll love the guys. I’m sure they’ll love you.” He said reassuringly, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was off.

You heard the party before you saw it, the bass blasting through the air. You saw Calum’s wide smile, but couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

Clearly the nervousness was written on your face because suddenly Calum gave your hand a little squeeze. “Hey, I’ll take care of you tonight okay? Me and you.”

“Okay.” You shot him a reassuring smile as the two of you walked into the party.

The music was almost painfully loud, reverberating through the house and shaking you to your core. You watched shyly as a couple guys came up to Calum and dapped him on the back, none of them even giving you a second glance. Finally, a tall, blonde boy who you recognized from the soccer field came up to you and Calum.

“Luke! I was looking for you. I have someone I want you to meet!”

Luke smiled down at you, a wide smile on his face as he looked back and forth between you and Calum. “You must be Y/N. I’ve heard so much about you. This kid can’t seem to shut up about you.”

“Oi! This giant doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” Calum laughed as he steered you away from the taller boy.  “Do you want a drink?” Calum yelled over the music.

“Uh, sure I guess.”

“I’ll get you a drink and then we’ll dance. Luke, keep an eye on this one. Make sure she doesn’t get into trouble, because she likes to do that.”

“Hey!” You protested, lightly smacking his chest.

“Yeah looks like she’s a real spitfire.” Luke laughed, taking a sip of his beer.

“Tell me about it.” Calum playfully rolled his eyes before disappearing into the crowd.

“So you play soccer too?”

“Yeah, it’s a good way to keep busy. So tell me, what’s the deal with you two? You guys together or some shit?”

“No. I don’t even like him that much.” You lied. You weren’t about to let on how much you really did care for Calum to his best mate.

“Wow he wasn’t kidding.”

“About what?”

“You really hate him.” You just shrugged, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “He’ll never get you to fall for him.”

“Is…Is that what he’s trying to do?”

“I mean, between you and me he really doesn’t want to write his own papers if you know what I mean.”

“Wow. There must be something in your gatorade there on the field because every single soccer boy I meet is a grade A asshole.”

“Jesus, you are a bitch. Calum was right.”

You tried your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. It was one thing hearing Calum poke fun at you, because at this point it was just your guys’ thing. But to hear that he had been tarnishing your reputation to people you had never even met? How long would it take for the entire soccer team to know you had let him into your pants in an abandoned locker room? You’d be surprised if they didn’t already know the intimate details of your hookup. You felt so stupid. He had played you, just like you thought he would.

You turned away from Luke, moving through the throng of people, wanting to get out of this stupid party you never should have agreed to.

You made it out of the building and halfway across the quad before you heard your name being called. Once again you just kept walking away from him.

“You’re bailing already? What did I do?”

“I thought we weren’t going to lie to each other.”


“God I mean, I knew this was a bad idea but I can honestly say this took me by surprise.

“Baby, what the hell are you on about?” He asked, reaching up to stroke your arm.

“I am NOT your baby.” You yelled, pulling out of his grasp, disgust written all over you face.

“Well you should be.”

“Don’t patronize me. You’re a liar and a jerk you know that? You’re just a stupid boy who will never learn and you’re a jerk. Don’t talk to me.”

“No! You do not get to just shut down and not tell me what’s going on.”

“Like you don’t know.” You huffed, trying to walk away, but his grip held you once more.

“Educate me princess, it’s what you do best isn’t it?”

“Luke told me about what you said to him. Tell me, how long will it take for the whole team to know the intimate details of your little conquest. I’m done playing the fool for you Calum, I’ve been doing it all my life and I’m fucking tired.”

“Oh don’t act all self righteous. It’s not like you started this relationship with good intentions either. You wanted your little scholarship or to be the very fucking best or whatever the hell you geeks love so much you didn’t ever give a damn about me.”

“Like you care.”

“Fuck you I do care. I like you okay? There I said it, I fucking like you and I am not going to let you just walk away on me again.”

“You…You like me? Is this a joke?”

“Jesus, you’re so fucking stubborn. Yes I like you. God, I really fucking like you and I don’t want to keep pretending that I don’t. I promised not to lie to you remember?”

You stared at him, your mouth hanging open as you took in the fullness and sincerity behind his words. “Well?”

“Fuck you.”


“Fuck you Calum Hood. Now kiss me.” You growled, stepping into his arms and pressing your lips against his. He inhaled sharply, surprised to feel your lips on his instead of your hand smacking him like he had fully expected. It didn’t take him long to recover though, as his hands found your waist and held you close to him as his lips molded to yours.

He could get used to this, he thought. And he was going to make sure everyone knew it. Calum was finally going to let everyone know the truth. You were his girl.


Part 4


anonymous asked:

oh my god yes, someone finally said it. i fucking hate this fandom's double standards. it made me HATE stucky over a year ago, because they were everyhwere and "the only right pair", people who didnt like them were considered idiots, same with people who didnt think that 'thewinter soldier' was the best movie. it was like the rule of the fandom - this movie is like a bible lmao. and now it's the same thing with steve. i freaking hate him and i cant stand people who stan him and worship him

I actually came into this fandom because of Stucky, CA:TWS was the movie that finally made me aware of Marvel even though I had seen Iron Man and Thor but I have never been as excited for a movie as I was for CA:TWS and I immediately started shipping Steve and Bucky.

But it didn’t took me long to find a fault with the fans. It’s only been like two years for me in this fandom and I never even wrote Steve/Bucky. I read a lot, I kept quiet and then I found Tony blogs and that was it for me.

I started writing for WinterIron and I have met so many amazing people because of it and I feel welcome in a way I never did in the Stucky fandom.

By now I don’t even read Stucky anymore, my brain just immediately goes ‘Ugh, who cares’ and it’s definitely not because of Bucky.

Steve is a character so full of flaws, and I would actually love to read about them and about a struggling Steve, who is wrong at times and knows it, but instead everything is aobut how amazing Steve is and how right he is and whatever he does is justyfied and I just hate it.

I lost all my love for Steve and I lost most of my respect for many Stucky shippers because they can be mean and awful at times.

I follow a lot of Tony Stark positive blogs and I almost never see any hate directed towards Stucky or the fans, we are just content to do our own stuff, but the Stucky fans don’t see it that way.

They use every possibility to hate on Tony and let everyone know what an awful human being he is and I am so incredibly tired of that. Especially since they can find a gazillion excuses for all of Steve’s faults.

♰ Dear Followers ♰

Dear followers,

I’m so sorry for my lack of posting. I have been so tired and busy with school that the only thing I do on tumblr is to check my messages or reblog one or two photos. Sometimes I wish I could sleep forever, because my body is so tired and it’s like 2pm and I already feel sleepy and want to go back to bed but I can’t because of school. And I’ve been so emotional lately because of the lack of dopamine and lack of sleep. Ugh

I haven’t give up on this blog and I won’t! I’ll keep posting, just haven’t had the time to do it.

Have a nice day lovelies!!