this is how i show i am enjoying things

I love fandoms until people try to police each other’s responses to the show. Please let’s not tell each other how we should feel about our ship, our show, our characters.

If zealous belief in a certain outcome is your thing, fine. You do you. And I’ll be over here enjoying my very own complex relationship with a show I am capable of both entirely loving, and being as frustrated as hell with.

How could I forget?

Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: Smut, nsfw, Dom!Bellamy, Sub!Reader, outdoor sex, fingering, oral, minor torture, injuries, cussing, Bellamy fluff

blu3tid3s- Hello lovely! I was wondering if I could get a romantic!smut Bellamy x reader imagine? One where (Y/N) thought she and Bell would get another chance down on earth. Where they wouldn’t have to worry about the chancellor or the rules, but on earth it became the Bellamy show. (Y/n) was suddenly forgotten to him, it seemed. They get into a fight and (Y/N) tells Bell how it seems like she isn’t important anymore, that she doesn’t matter and Bell makes it his mission to prove to her that she’s wrong. Things get heated from there.

Well, here you go I guess. Sorry it took me so long, but it is quite a long fic. I am still trash and this gets hella smutty in the end, so enjoy! 😄


“Prisoner 2-1-8, face the wall.” You do as Shumway says. “What’s going on?” You ask, clenching your fists. “Quiet! Hold out your right arm.” This command coming from the guard with the riot helmet. You turn around to see a box lined with heavy, metallic wristbands.

“No, Mr. Shumway, I-I don’t turn eighteen for another week!” You try to explain as the other man grabs your arm. Placing the wristband on you. It hurts like a son of a-.

They start dragging you down the halls. You see only a few other prisoners being dragged off. The rest of the cells are empty.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” Shumway and the guard with the riot helmet pulled you forward, moving even faster to the dropship.

“Where are you taking me?” The urgency in your voice only gets you an eye roll and another jank forward. You start to lean against them once you feel a prick in your side. The masked guard’s tranquilizer gun has gone off against your ribs. The last thing you hear before blacking out is a familiar voice, saying: “It’s gonna be ok, Y/n. I’m right here with you…”

A single thought echoes through your mind- He’s here…Bellamy.


You wake up to the sound of loud buzzing and metal clanking. You’re strapped into place. There’s people all around you, prisoners.

Soon enough the whole dropship shakes violently. A few girls scream beside you. “That was the atmosphere.” You hear a guy explain. The tv screens turn wavy and gray before a familiar face appears. Chancellor Thelonius Jaha.

“Prisoners of the Ark, hear me now. You’ve been given a second chance.” His voice seems awfully calm, enough that it kinda makes you want to rip off his head. You wrap your fingers around the seat straps. “And as your Chancellor, it is my hope that you see this as not just a chance for you, but a chance for all of us. Indeed for mankind itself.” Is he really talking about…the ground?

“We have no idea what is waiting for you down there. If the odds of survival were better, we would’ve sent others. Frankly, we’re sending you because your crimes have made you expendable.”

Expendable! Expendable? He kept talking but listening to this crap would’ve made you even angrier and more confused than you already were. You were grinding your teeth and clenching your fists. Barely even noticing anything that Jaha was saying. Something about Mount Weather, supplies, other things about getting your records wiped clean. All most definitely bullshit.

You see one of the boys float past you. Yes, float. He’s mid air. Doing flips and grinning. “Whoo! Yeah! Spacewalker strikes again!” Nearly everyone around you is cheering for the idiot that unstrapped himself from his seat. He’s conversing with two of the more ‘elite’ prisoners. A blond girl, you presume that’s Clarke, a council member’s daughter. And a black guy, Wells Jaha. He himself had never done anything to you. You’d barely even talked. But everything his father had done made you despise him. That may be unfair, but it is true.

More idiots start leaving their seats. Doing everything in their power to well…resist the power. To resist Clarke, whose voice sounds pathetic now, trying to get everyone back in line.

Suddenly, metal clanks, people fly against the floor and walls of the dropship, everyone screams and shrieks, sparks fly and smoke arises from the broken pipes. Everyone is freaking out. It must’ve been the parachutes, you presume. Atleast they deployed. You feel another kick. The rockets. It takes only a minute for the machines to dial down.

“Listen. No machine hum.” A kid states close by. That’s a first. It’s all…quiet. For a moment there is just, deafening silence. That is until everyone starts unbuckling their seatbelts. Clarke rushes to the idiot pancakes, who no longer seem to be breathing. Everyone else heads to the lower level. To the door.

“Back it up guys!” -Bellamy. He is here. You’d almost forgotten hearing his raspy voice. He argues with Clarke about opening the door. At some point Octavia shows up, hugging Bellamy. She’s really grown since you last saw her. You never even knew she existed until the day they’d dragged her off to the Sky Box. Bellamy was a mess after that, but no matter what, you’d always stood by his side.

The people start pointing at her, calling her the girl under the floor. Bellamy has to hold her back so she doesn’t attack anyone. He suggests that she should be the first one on the ground in a hundred years. Bellamy pulls the lever and the dropship door lowers.

An almost blinding light hits your eyes. You’re standing behind a lot of people, hoping not to be noticed.

“We’re back, bitches!” Octavia yells as she steps on the ground. Everyone runs out of the dropship, cheering. You follow the masses.

Your mind is wiped clean as the fresh air brushes against your face. It smells, sweet. For the first time, your surroundings have a life of their own. Everything’s colorful. Filled with the most beautiful shades of green. There’s bushes and trees all over. The sun has never seemed more beautiful, never been warmer. The sky is a bright blue, instead of the harsh black you’d only ever seen before. It’s breathtaking. The ground has give, it seems soft under your boots, unlike the cold floors back on the Ark.

“Y/n!?” You turn around to see him. Bellamy slowly comes closer to you. “Oh god, it’s so good to see you, Y/n!” He picks you up, wrapping you in his warm embrace. You hug him back, barely believing that this isn’t all just an illusion. You’re on the ground, you’re free, you’re with him. This only ever happened in your best dreams.

“I missed you so much…” Your voice sounds as a weak whimper against his shoulder. You won’t let yourself cry in front of all these people, though you wanted to. “I missed you too, Babe. So much.” He whispers in your hair. “I need to get a few things sorted, I’ll be right back.” He pecks you on the lips and turns around, jogging towards a group of guys. As much as it confuses you, as much as you want him to stay right there and drag this moment out forever, you understand. He knows what he’s doing, this is for the best.


It’s been a week. Bellamy has taken complete control over the camp. They’re building a wall to keep out the grounders. They had Jasper, one of the kids who had gone out to try and bring food back from Mount Weather. You had mostly been on food duty, though Bellamy rarely let you leave his sight.

He was always around, but never completely there. You two shared a tent, but rarely ever spent time there together. You understood that Bellamy felt like he was the only one who could handle things around camp. That he felt like he needed to be available for assistance 24 hours a day.

That hadn’t made him very available for you. Even his kisses seemed distant, urgent. As if he would rather be somewhere else.

You were half way to downing another cup of Monty’s moonshine. It tasted like crap, but it got the job done. You’re glaring at the back of Bellamy’s neck from a distance. Hoping not to be seen but not really caring.

“Hey, Y/n, right?” Octavia walks up from behind you having also finished her chores for the day. “Uh, yeah. Would you like to sit down?” You scoot over as she accepts your offer. “So I heard that you’re still dating my brother. Is that correct?” She gives you an innocent look, yet you can’t help but have to think longer about your answer. “Actually, um. I’m not so sure anymore.” You glance back at Bellamy. It might be the alcohol but you almost feel like bursting out in tears.

“What does that mean?” You look back at her confused stare. “Well, you know how he is. How he has to be in charge. I mean…he barely has time to look at me.” She grins a bit. “Is that why you’re staring?” You look back at the ground, blushing a little, slightly ashamed.

“Ok, Y/n. Trust me when I say this.” You look up at her calm features again. “You have nothing to worry about. I know he’s been busy but that’s just how he is. I mean, the way he used to talk about you back on the Ark. How much he missed you when you got locked up. Have you seen the way he looks at you? Like you’re an ocean and he is just so desperate to drown. I wish I had something like that.”

She looks back at the rest of the workers, taking a sip of your stolen moonshine. You can’t help but remain doubtful, yet another drop of hope, has been poured into your mind.


“No! Let-let go of me! Help! Please don’t do this!” Murphy and Atom were keeping your face above a lit fire. The smoke stinging your eyes, tears streaming down your face. The stink in your lungs making breathing difficult even without Murphy’s hold on your throat. Your squirming and kicking seemingly useless.

“Hold her still! Keep her quiet!” They yell other such commands to each-other. “Even Bellamy’s little princess shouldn’t be above our rules here now should she?” You can feel Murphy and Atom both grinning behind you. They must feel so powerful, so proud. You on the other hand have never felt weaker. You can’t even scream now, the ash is coating your throat with a thick, sore layer.


“You don’t even care do you?” You keep limping away from him. Leaning against every tree that comes your way. “What are you even talking about, Y/n?” “You! Ever since we got here it’s like everyone is starring in your own fucking Bellamy show, and the star of the night is always you! They all do what you want!” You yell, only facing him for a second before continuing your rather pathetic attempt of getting away.

“Have you lost your damn mind? Just come back inside the gate, Y/n. We’ll talk about this when you’ve calmed down.” You keep walking and he grabs your elbow. You turn around furiously, too weak to rip your arm out of his grip, so you just stare at him angrily.

“Look, what Murphy and Atom did to you…they had no right, and they are going to pay as soon as we get back. But we do have to go back.” You shake your head in disbelief. “You can go. There’s nothing for me back there.” He grabs your shoulders before you can turn back around. He looks at you, confused. His eyebrows drawn together. “You have me. You know that.”

“Do I? Cause, you’re never around. We barely talk. You never ask me about anything, you keep secrets. And after all that…maybe it was even you that told them to rip off my wristband like that. And even better- to make it believable.” You feel a tear escaping your eye. You lower your head in defeat. Eyes drifting away from his to once again hide the pain you’d hidden from him so far.

He wipes the tear off your flushed cheek with his thumb, gently tugging your jaw upwards. Forcing you to face him. “I don’t know what to say.” You can see the hurt in his eyes. “Can we please just…not say anything?” There’s no more tears. You feel empty. You’d finally gotten everything off your chest. Though that had probably only made him feel worse. Now you just wanted to make things better.

He seemed to be analyzing your every feature. Every slightest bit of movement. After a while of following his eyes you break the silence. “Can we just, pretend this…never happened. Just- go back to camp or something.” He doesn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable you’re feeling under his peering eyes.

After another moment of silence, he places a hand behind your head, lightly pulling you closer. Your lips seal and a warmth washes over you. All your worries seem to fade. He often had that affect on you.

With a slight lick over your lips you part your mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His hand starts sliding up your side, giving you a gentle squeeze on the ribs below your breast. You start to loosen up. Your body seems to be melting toward his. He pulls away from the kiss to look into your eyes. “What?” You ask him, feeling as if there is something wrong. “I love you, Y/n. And I’m gonna make sure you remember that.” He says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What are you talking ab- oh!” You quickly grab onto the back of his head as he starts kissing your neck. Even more passionately than the kisses before. He sucks and tugs at the sensitive skin leaving marks on your complexion, meanwhile tightening his grip on your hips. You throw back your head and close your eyes. The sensations almost overwhelming. It had been months since the last time you’d had sex. You had been praying for this moment for what seems like eternity.

He grabs ur ass and the back of your thighs, lifting you up against a nearby tree. The bark scrapes through your thin shirt, but that somehow turns you on even more. His kisses trail higher now across your chin. He lifts your arms and only lifts his lips to remove your shirt and his. He tosses them to the side and lands his kisses back on your lips.

He’s pulling you unbelievably close, both of you trying to tear off the other’s clothes as fast as possible. His lips trace down your neck, grabbing your breasts and kneading them. He lets you back onto your feet, leading his kisses between your breasts. He reaches his hand around you to swiftly remove your bra, letting it drop to the forest floor. He laps around your nipples, your hands digging into the bark of the tree, trying hard to find some steady ground.

His kisses trail lower. He hastily rips off your pants, leaving you in just your panties. He slips his fingers to your core, simply lifting the light fabric aside. “So wet for me already. It’s been a long time coming, but I’m gonna make it up to you.” You open your eyes to see him staring at yours intently, kneeling down in front of you. He’s not gonna tease you, not this time. This time he’s gonna give it to you just like you need him to.

He rubs his thumb in tiny circles around your clit. Sending vibrations and waves of pleasure cursing through you. He then licks over his lips as he slides two fingers into you. “Oh, God!” You yelp, grabbing the firm muscles on his arm. He smirks at you. “That’s ok but, most people call me Bellamy.” In normal circumstances you would laugh at that, but this wasn’t by far normal circumstances. He started moving his fingers as soon as you loosened your grip on his arm, moving expertly against your g-spot. He starts kissing your abdomen slowly, letting his breath send shivers across your skin.

You can’t help but let the moans escape your throat and let your hand run through and grab onto his soft hair. “You gonna come for me, baby? It’s ok, just let go.” His words are the last thing you need to push you over the edge, squirming and shaking, him holding your hips still with his free hand. “Oh fuck! Bell-oh my-god.” He slows down his actions, letting you come down from your high. He closes his eyes and licks his fingers, letting out a low moan of satisfaction. “Mmh.. Still taste so good. Still so tight.”

You pull him up to his feet kissing him passionately, tasting yourself on his tongue. He wasn’t lying, you did taste good. You both start wrapping around each other, kissing like two long lost lovers, as you were. You sneak your hand down his bare chest, working slowly at the buckle and zipper. He lifts himself away from you, letting you pull off his pants and underwear, his erection springing free. Precum dripping from his slit.

You trail down your hisses as he settles in. One hand leaning against the thick tree behind you and the other holding a handful of your hair. Closely eyeing every single movement. You start rubbing your hand up and down his shaft, earning a moan and a little squeeze of your hair. You circle your tongue around his tip ever so lightly as he lets out a shaky breath. He has been missing this just as much as you have.

You lap up all the precum in your way before sucking at his tip, going deeper with each thrust of your hand. He’s now edging you to quicken the pace, letting his head fall back a couple times, body still slightly slouched over you. You cradle his balls with your other hand, gently massaging at the sensitive skin between your fingers.

Soon enough you’re pulled to a halt, as he pulls you up on your feet and rips off your underwear. “Hey! I liked those!” You whine playfully. “You’re gonna like this even more.” He practically growls out his words, grabbing one of your feet to wrap it around his waist, holding it still and trusting himself into you. You gasp, pulling tightly at his skin. He lifts your arms up with his other hand. “I’m gonna keep these there ok?” You swallow and nod. Begging for friction where you need it most. Luckily Bellamy is one to oblige.

He starts thrusting in to you. Both of you glaring at the sweat dripping down your skins. It’s a hot day outside, but this is way hotter. You’re both grunting and moaning. Swearing and calling out to god. Each other’s names constantly filling the thick air between you. You can feel your abdomen starting to knot up, your back arching to meet Bellamy’s tightened abs. “Come on, baby. Let go for me. I’m right behind you.” Not long after that you can feel your body pulsating with pleasure, pushing your body in all directions, your pussy tightening around his cock. Soon after you can feel Bellamy’s rhythm starting to fade as his hot fluids run down your thighs. Both panting and smiling like idiots. If there were any animals around, they’d all been scared off by your loud moans and shouts.

He slides out from between your folds and lets go of your leg, also releasing your slightly reddened hands and giving them a loving kiss. “Sorry about that, I got a bit carried away.” He says looking in your eyes with furrowed brows. “Don’t apologize. You did what you said you were gonna do. You made it up to me, big time.” “But you have to promise me you’ll remember that I’ll always loved you like this.” You lift up his chin to face you. “How could I forget?” He gives you that adorable puppy looking smile and kisses you again, this time not with an animalistic passion, but with true and unfaded love. There’s no doubt in your mind. You are his, as he is yours.


So, I wrote this almost a year ago, but everyone and their goat knows that I am slow with posting things and hoard fics like they’re going out of style.

Anyways, enjoy.


It starts as an unimportant event, in the grand scheme of things. Bob gets Alicia one of those new digital cameras for her birthday, since they are all the rage and Jack’s interest is piqued.

Alicia doesn’t mind showing him how it works. The camera can store many pictures and they can delete the ones they don’t want to print.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Bri! Can I ask your opinion about one thing...Dreamworks is my favorite animation studio but I only like their feature films, not the spin-off shows and Netflix/DreamworksTV stuff :/ is it ok that I only like the movies? I feel like I'm not a true fan if I don't like everything Dreamworks makes.

Friend, you can call yourself a fan no matter how much you like or don’t like! The amount of stuff you enjoy from a company or something doesn’t dictate how ‘great’ of a fan you are. Heck, I certainly don’t like all their movies and shows, but I call myself a fan because..I am one! I like some of their stuff, so yay, I’m a fan! And so are you.

Lots of people out there say that if you don’t like some things about a show or movie, you’re not a fan, but that’s just crazy. Not liking everything about a studio doesn’t make ya a bad fan or supporter. It’s all about taste and preference. Just by this ask I know you’re a true DreamWorks fan! Woo! So don’t sweat it ❤️ Keep being awesome!

Worth It

Originally posted by tchakka

Requested: Yes, by Anonymous

Pairings: Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader

Warnings: Not really, it’s mostly fluff, mentions of mean parents briefly

Word Count: 1,739

Summary: You and Peter are training in the tower, and a new move puts you in a bit of a compromising position. Takes place in an AU where Civil War never happened and all of my children are happy.

A/N: I am loving all of the Peter Parker Imagines (obviously). So, if you have anymore, feel free to send them my way, or any for other characters as well! I’m not super comfortable writing fight scenes, and I felt like that showed a bit, otherwise I am pretty happy with how this one turned out! Let me know what you thought. Also, we need more Tom Holland gifs, I’m starting to run out :( If you have any, send them over. Thanks, enjoy!

You had never expected to end up a superhero. Growing up, you had discovered that you could hear the thoughts of those around you at an early age. On top of that, you had been accidentally moving things with your mind during every tantrum you’d ever had since the age of two. Unfortunately, your parents were not exactly nurturing once your powers started to manifest. They had told you that you were a freak of nature, and made you promise to never tell anyone what you could do. But when aliens started attacking out of a giant portal in the sky, you couldn’t help yourself and ventured into the rubble to see if you could be of any sort of assistance.

Even if you were a good fifteen years younger than everyone, they adopted you into their little group, the avengers, that is. Tony had offered you somewhere to say when he built the tower, and even after he built the new facility, he set you up in a suite of rooms. You may have been a lot younger than everyone else, but you still insisted on being a part of the team. Regrettably, no one else saw it that way.

Steve and Clint had monitored the one (disastrous) date that Tony had let you go on. Natasha had tried to give you the talk, never mind the fact that you had already sat through it a few times. “The American school system is messed up, kiddo. There is no way that you know everything.” She told you one afternoon. You left that talk significantly more informed, and a bit scared. Wanda had taken you under her wing as a little sister after Pietro, and Tony was practically your dad.

So, when Tony had found another promising superhero, you were sure it was going to be another person that would insist on babying you. It was incredibly refreshing to see such a young face walk through the door. He had to be somewhere close to you in age, and he definitely wasn’t hard to look at.

The two of you had become fast friends, much to everyone’s delight. They were all thankful that you had someone close to you in age. Because no matter how much they all loved you, they were more parental figures than your friends. Everyone that is, except for Tony. He took his duties as a pseudo-father very seriously. He had tried to limit your interaction with each other as much as possible, but everyone knew that it was pointless. He was often out doing things for Stark Industries, and when he was gone, you and Peter enjoyed training together.

The new facility had a bunch of different rooms for just that, but your favorite one had exposed beams near the ceiling, allowing Peter to swing from them, and Tony was sure to keep different things in there for you to throw. Wanda had been a huge help when you were learning how to incorporate telekinesis into your fighting style.

Steve, however, had different ideas. During this business trip that Tony had taken, Steve was determined to work on yours and Peter’s hand to hand combat. Neither of you were anywhere near Natasha’s skill level, but you could both also be a lot worse.    

It was late one night, and you were wandering around the complex as you usually did when you couldn’t sleep. You somehow ended up in the kitchen, and found Peter with his head stuck in the fridge. “Feeling a bit peckish?” you asked making him jump.

He managed to bang his head on the shelf above him, causing you to break into a bought of laughter. Your body was shaking so hard you ended up on the floor with tears in your eyes. “Alright, babe, up and at ‘em.” Peter laughed, picking you up from the floor and sitting you on a stool by the breakfast bar.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t that funny.” You breathed, wiping tears from your eyes. “I’m so overtired that at this point, I’m just hyper.”

“Well,” Peter said with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, “we could always practice. Steve did say that he wanted to see our progress tomorrow.”

You pretended to contemplate his offer for a moment, before yelling “Race ya!” and taking off in a dead sprint down the hallway towards your favorite training room. Peter ended up beating you there by no more than a few seconds, but you blamed that on his long legs and your lack of focus.

“Alright,” he said, once you both got stretched out, like Steve always insisted. “Don’t go easy on me.” He joked, smirking.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you laughed, before swiping his legs out from under him. Little did he know that your last girl’s night with Natasha and Wanda had consisted of them giving you some new moves and a few pointers that you could use if you ever got stuck in a hand to hand combat situation.

But, Peter had recently asked Steve for a few tips himself, and he had told him about how the girls on the team typically went for the legs. So, he was a bit more prepared for that move than you had been hoping for. He was able to roll over his shoulders and land on his feet, before jumping right back up and engaging you in a familiar, and more fist focused approach. It was here that your skills were a bit more equal. You were both very nimble and light on your feet, meaning that you made good matches for each other.

You didn’t know how long you two had been going at it like this, but you did know that you were getting tired. Natasha had given you a few tips about getting winded, and most of them just involved fighting through the exhaustion until a new burst of energy pushed through, or someone could come to your rescue. It didn’t seem likely that a burst of energy was coming soon, and you had no one that would be able to step into the fight for you. That left you with only one option. You carefully managed to work your way back from him, and then with a running leap, launched yourself into the air, managing to wrap your legs around his neck and spin him down to the ground. You ended up straddling him, with a fist in the air.

You were both breathing pretty heavy, and at this point you weren’t really looking forward to continuing. “Wow,” Peter breathed from underneath you. “Did- uh, Natasha teach you that one?” You nodded, but didn’t move from your position. “It’s uh, it’s impressive” he said after clearing his throat.

“What is going on here?” Tony’s voice echoed from across the room.

Within seconds, you were off of Peter and flinging yourself into Tony’s arms. “Steve wanted us to work on our hand to hand.” You explained. “When did you get back?” you asked, backing up.

“The plane landed about fifteen minutes ago. I was heading up to my room when I heard you two pummeling each other.” He said, giving Peter a pointed look.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. We weren’t trying to be so loud.” Peter said from beside you.

“Don’t worry about it kid,” Tony said, backing out of the gym. “but I better never see you in such a compromising position again.” He warned, pointing at Peter and giving him a wink before turning and heading up to his room.

You couldn’t see your face, but you knew that in those few moments, it had gone completely red. You hadn’t thought about how that position could look. Natasha had taught you, and in the heat of the moment it hadn’t even occurred to you. Peter must have noticed your blush, because he laid a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you. “It’s alright, Y/N. I know it wasn’t like that.” He laughed, starting to walk out of the gym.

You could practically feel yourself deflate. Try as you might, Peter was completely clueless, and you were sick of it. No amount of movie night cuddling or complements could get the fact that you had a huge crush on him through his thick skull. “Peter, you idiot.” You practically yelled, marching up to him. Once you were face to face, you drew yourself up to your full height. “What if I wanted it to come across that way?” you asked, looking into his eyes, with one eyebrow quirked.

“What, um what what what do you, uh, mean by that?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

You rolled your eyes, before grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you. You stood on your tip toes in order to reach his lips. It took you both a few moments to process what was happening. You usually weren’t so forward, and Peter had never expected to actually get to kiss you. After a few moments, you both snapped out of your daze, and before you knew it, you felt Peter’s arm wrapping around your back, while the other tangled in your hair. Your hand slipped from his shirt collar to lace around his neck, your fingers lightly playing with his hair.

“For the love of god, what did I just say?” Tony snapped from behind you. You sheepishly pulled away from Peter in order to face Tony. He stood there with a very serious expression for a few moments, before breaking out into a grin. “I’m messing with you!” he said with a laugh. “But seriously,” he said, dropping the grin from his face. “I better not catch either of you doing that again. I’m fine with it, just don’t shove it in my face.” You let out a sigh of relief, happy that your actions hadn’t drove a wedge between the two of you. “Goodnight, kids.” Tony called over his shoulder, before leaving the two of you alone.

Suddenly, you felt a bit overwhelmed, so you leaned into Peter’s chest, comforted by the way that his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. “That was a close one.” You murmured.

“Worth it, though.” He said quietly, enjoying the feeling of you in his arms, and the butterflies in his stomach. The feeling was new, and a little scary, but he was happy to take that chance, at least with you.



Not my gif! Gif credit goes to it’s rightful and amazing creator

Anonymous said:Hello! Can I request an Itachi scenario where he doesn’t know how to admit he likes a girl, so he just do cute and devoted things to show her his interest instead? Sorry but I’m a sucker for shy Itachi ;-;

A/N: Yes of course you can, lovely! Omg! Shy Itachi is such a Sunshine! thank you for your request, anon! Please enjoy what I’ve come up with. :3 I am terribly sorry if I’ve gotten Itachi completely out of context, even if he’s being super shy. Forgive me! /-\

Imagine: Itachi not knowing how to confess his feelings to you, so he does cute and devoted things for you.

You had noticed some peculiar changes in Itachi, to which only perplexed you all the more. There was no doubting that you felt strongly for this Rogue Ninja, but by him acting weird, it sort of brought you on edge.

It was around noon and you and Itachi had been assigned to make lunch for everybody. You had washed your hands, prepared all of the ingredients only to find a blushing Itachi cutting onions at a feverish pace. The fact that he was blushing caused a brow to furrow. “Itachi-kun, are you okay?” your voice was like sweet silky honey against his eardrums.

“Yes, I am, (Y/N)-chan.” he smiled meekly at you before returning to his task.

“How weird.” you mumbled underneath your breath, completely inaudible to Itachi.

While cutting leaks, your attention was firmly upon Itachi. You hardly even noticed the knife slice your fingers. The pain shot up your arm as though you’d been burnt with hot oil. “Ow!” you winced.

Itachi was by your side, careful not to touch you, still aloof, though he handed you a clean dish towel. A small smile spread across his complexion as he silently urged you to take it. “Thank you.” you breathed, hurriedly rushing to put your fingers beneath some running water before applying pressure to the wound.

It was a deep cut which was clearly more of a hassle. “Looks like I’ll have to go see Kakuzu.” you groaned, loathing the idea of having to see the greedy man.

“I’m sure that I can handle things in the kitchen.” Itachi reassured you, the pink tint never leaving his face.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.” he gave you a determined nod before turning back to his previous task.

As your foot hit the threshold of the door, Itachi turned his head towards you. “Oh, and (Y/N)-chan?”

“Yes, Itachi?” you stopped your walking to turn to look at him.

“I hope that your fingers aren’t too bad. Pay attention next time. Also, don’t worry about the tasks ahead of you today, I spoke to leader-sama, and he’s let you off for the day.” Itachi’s eyes closed, forming into kindhearted slits.

“Oh!” your face reddened substantially. “W-why would you d-d-do that?” you gulped nervously.

“You work very hard and you’re injured.” Itachi mumbled nervously, rubbing the back of his head before he shooed you off.

“Oh! Well in that case, thank you.” you beamed at him before leaving the kitchen.

Itachi turned around towards what had been taking up his attention and sighed a long deep sigh. “That was close.” he murmured to himself before going back to being stoic and placid as ever.

Please keep requesting imagines! If you like it, please follow more.

As a bi person, I take issue with people assuming Dean is bi because he’ll say he doesn’t like one thing and then later on (usually within the same ep) he does.

It’s things like Dr Sexy MD, vegetable water, and chick flicks. Things that aren’t typically “manly” stuff. Their argument is “well if he says he doesn’t like this but he does I wonder what else he’s lying about” (hinting at Destiel).




I know they’re not trying to say he’s bi bc he likes “manly” and “unmanly” things. But to use it as meta for a ship does injustice to his character. He started out the Pilot episode as a typically macho character but you quickly see how caring he really is. As the show goes on, you see him enjoy things that aren’t typically masculine and now he’s starting to accept it. I don’t see what’s wrong with that line of character development. Nobody is acknowledging that man’s-man-macho-man Dean Winchester is starting to break free of this suppression of enjoying “feminine” things he’s dealt with his whole life in order to keep up an image….and likely to not appear gay or weak.

He can like guns and chick flicks and daytime soaps and rock music and wearing pink satin panties. Why isn’t this fandom that’s supposed to be super progressive noticing the breaking of gender roles here?

He cooks. He provides. He nurtures.

Why does every little fucking thing have to come down to Destiel? That’s not all of what Dean’s character is. He’s his own character.

Rtte season 4

Just marathoned the whole thing and I am actually vibrating in my seat.

We were so upset about the lack of Hiccstrid in the first 3 seasons, especially with the original show having random kisses peppered through it even if nothing ever became official. But now, we have canon new couple-ness to enjoy. And with proper bold, “did you seriously think I was leaving with just a handshake” Astrid!
They were just so cute and the gangs reaction to them was cute and OMG, those last 3 episodes just exploded in Hiccstrid moments.

Spread the Teen Wolf love

I kind of explained it on my last post, but here’s the long explanation.

I wanted to start a blog to spread love on the teen wolf fandom. I am so done seeing people arguing over a ship or a character. I am so done of people sending hate to each other because of an opinion. 

Can’t we just enjoy the show together and appreciate everyone’s point of view? I think variety is beautiful. I find it amazing how the same show can be interpreted of lots of different ways.

So i decided to create spreadtheteenwoldlove, somewhere where you can post edits (via submissions) of any character or ship. Somewhere hate free where we can chat with eachother, give our opinions, express our selves without being afraid that someone’s gonna send hate to you. 

You might think it’s a stupid thing to do, but this show changed my life, and i’ve met lots of nice people. But this fandom is falling apart, and i want it to be like it was at the beginning, when we were watching a show about werewolves and everything was fine.

Message me if you’re interested on being part of it, or if you have any doubt about it. I wanted to keep the blog private until i found a nice theme and i had everything ready, but i decided to keep it public so you can start following it if you like the idea :)

Rain Pt.2

Am I someone who engraved, like the rain,
my existence to you?
If not, am I just someone
who came and went like a rain shower?

Rain | Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 |

I decided to post this in two parts, since it was too long, next part will be up in the next few days. Hope you enjoy the fluffiest thing I may have written in my short fic writer life.

Word Count : 4K

Genre : Fluffity flluffing fluff/ A tiny bit of angst.

Request based on this :  Hi I don’t know if your request are open but if it’s could you do a second part of Rain, please. When Jeongkook shows how he apologised whit you and everything. With a happy ending please. 

Originally posted by jinkooks

To say jungkook was trying would be an understatement. That much you could attest to. He made sure you would feel how sorry he was, how remorseful he still is, and you did. For the most part.

Most nights you would peacefully sleep in his arms, with not even a pinch of worry as you listened to his heartbeat, but other nights weren’t the same. Other nights, insecurities would swarm down on you, scenes of them together – scenes you’ve never witnessed – would stream behind your closed eyelids.

A faceless figure touching him, kissing him, and …

Your eyes shot open and you jolted out of sleep, not daring to see what your nightmare had for you next, cold sweat and shivers covering your body. You sighed. To night was one of those nights.

Did I make the right choice ? You thought rubbing your eyes in attempt to adjust them to the slightly bright room. It was already morning.

“ Are you okay ?” Jungkook sat up, half awake and a little dazed. An expression that would have made you burst into laughter with his messy hair. If it you weren’t for your state of … Fear.

“ Yeah, Just … a nightmare ” You smiled back at him.

“ You’ve been having them a lot lately ” He massaged your shoulder with a guilty and apologetic tone.

“ Go back to sleep, kookie ” You glanced at the clock by your bedside 6:25 AM “ You still have time before you need to get up ”

“ You do too ” He pouted when you drew the cover away from over yourself.

“ I’m already up, might as get a head start ” You straightened his hair, yawning.

“ Five more minutes, please, come here ” Jungkook pulled you down into his embrace, sinking further down the bed, and practically trapping you with his legs over yours.

“ You’re really heavy, you know that ?” You whined already breathless from trying to get away from him. Half trying.

“ I love you ” He whispered nuzzling your hair “ I really do ”

Your heart fluttered, a little painfully, and you inched closer. Wordlessly deciding to believe him, comforting yourself with his warmth you fell asleep again.

“ I missed that ” He spoke after he felt your body relax into a deep sleep “ You calling me Kookie”


“ Hey there, sleepy head ” Jungkook cooed as you stepped out of the bedroom into the kitchen.

“ Why didn’t you wake me up ? I’m going to be late for work now ” You whined, frustrated with him and more with yourself, seeing him hum an unrecognizable melody.

“ It’s sunday, you idiot ” He laughed shaking his head in dismay.

“ Oh .. Right” You shrugged idiot indeed “ I forgot ”

“ Sit down, I made coffee” He held up the two cups moving them to the dinner table.

“ Like you know how to make anything else ” You joked making your way towards him, leaving a light peck on his cheek.

“ Are you … Are you making fun of my cooking skills ?” Jungkook dramatically gasped “ How dare you ? ”

“ I should die for my sin ” You laughed as you sat down taking your cup from him. These days you weren’t reminded of then anymore by being like this, sat face to face on this same table, instead you enjoyed the time you were spending together even with vain discussions like this. It made you feel normal. Safe.

“ Why are we drinking coffee on a sunday ? Should I make you something ?” You looked up at him from your cup

“ Because I wanted to make you something but … ” Jungkook paused, not daring to continue, he knew if he was to say it you would tease him for the rest of his mortal life.

“ But … ” The grin on you face was growing at his shy expression “ Go on, say it.”

“ I don’t know how to make anything else ” He said quietly, hoping you wouldn’t hear but by the way you burst out in laughter, you did.

“ Well, you do make the best coffee ever so it’s okay ” Yes, that was the best you could do at comforting.

“ Was that a compliment ?” He looked up at you wide eyed and a childlike smile on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back. Your heart leaping undeniably.

“ Yeah, I’m completely capable of those” You laughed “ You just have to deserve it ”

Jungkook didn’t know why but that statement on its own was like a painful stab to his chest. Even though he knew you didn’t mean anything by it. Not what he was thinking.

“ What do you want to do today ?” He suddenly asks after a long silence of the both of you just sitting there each checking your phones like you always did before.

“ Clean ?” You stated, the obvious for you, putting your phone down.

“ The house looks clean though. Wanna do something fun ?” Jungkook said looking around the living room. Brat.

“ In your eyes it is ” You looked away. Your mouth mouth was too fast for you brain “  But then again a lot of things seem clean to you ”

Jungkook froze, taken aback by your sudden words. This was not going how he planned.

“ Y/N” He stuttered.

“ Forget about it. I’m sorry ” You were, you didn’t mean it. You really didn’t.

“ You have the right to still be mad at me ” There it was again. That guilty tone.

“ I’m not mad !” You yelled, standing up, “ It was just a slip of tongue okay ? Let’s not talk about it. Ever again.”

“ Babe ” He hugged you “ I love you ”

“ I know ” you circled your arm around him, burying your face in his neck “ I know ”.

“ By the way ” You hit his back for him to let go and he hummed, refusing to, for you to talk “ You’re acting really suspicious today ”

Jungkook laughed finally letting go, hiding his face “ Me? Not at all !”

“ What did you do ?” You pouted at him.

“ Hmm … Remember how you always talked about taking a week off from work ?”

“ Jungkook …” You started walking towards him as he stepped back.

“ Not me but someone might have called in to get it for you ” He smiled from ear to ear holding both his hands up in surrender.

“ Not you ?”

“ Definitely not ”

“ Come here ” You motioned for him but ended up being the one to close the distance pinching his stomach “ And why did the ” not you “ do that ?”

He groaned in pain when you twisted the skin you were able to grab hold of.

“ Maybe … Maybe he wanted to take you on a trip. Just the two of us” He smiled again and you slowly released him. Surprised.

“ Really ?” You asked and he dipped down to kiss your forehead.

“ Really. Go pack.”

“ Where are we going ?”

“ Somewhere warm and beautiful.”

“ You’re not going to tell me ?”

“ Nope” He teased earning him another pinch.

You quickly headed to your bedroom before stopping and abruptly turning on your heels to face him, slightly glaring at him.

“ Is it even sunday today ?” you squinted at him.

“ Monday ”

“ Jungkook !”


Not once did he let go of your hand while walking around somewhere in Jeju. That’s all you knew. From the moment the ferry dropped you off until now you just followed him around.

“ Are you sure we’re not lost ?” You said for the thousand time as you tugged at the back of his shirt. Your hands sweating from being held for so long.

“ No ! Absolutely not ! I know where we are ” Jungkook let go of your hand to get his phone out searching through the maps nervously “ And that is … Okay maybe we’re lost ”

“ Ah ! Jungkook-ah, really ? I told you to ask around 50 minutes ago ” You brushed your hair back from your face, tired and your legs hurting.

“ I knew I could do it myself !”

“ Clearly” You scoffed taking the suitcase from him and sitting on it to catch your breath “ You’re lucky I love you ”

“ I am ” He said absentmindedly as he looked around. You glanced up at him, something inside you feeling warm. Just two words were enough to bring tears to your eyes, why you were so emotional right then ? The exhaustion You justified.

You stood up again, stretching a little before smiling “ I’m hungry, let’s eat first then solve this. I saw a restaurant back there ”. Dragging the suitcase behind you, you pushed him forward before he could protest.

Jungkook just kept pouting throughout the whole time staring down his own food, moving the rice from one side to the other. He only looked up when he heard the camera shutter from your phone. Jungkook stared at you with scrutinizing eyes “ Why ?”

“ You looked ugly while frowning” You laughed “ I wanted proof for future referrals ”

“ I … ” He sighed looking back down “ I just wanted this to be perfect ”

“ It is ” You put your palm on his cheek, your thumb creating circles “ Good food, good view and an okay company. It’s perfect ”

“ An okay company ?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“ Don’t push your luck ” You joked “ Let’s get to the hotel first, we can turn this around. Still.”

“ Thank you, love” His expression brightened. You didn’t know why he was thanking you but you finally felt like you were able to breathe.

Jungkook was trying.

“ Finally ” You yelled out plunging down on the bed, rolling around in joy as he stood by the door watching you. You never realized how precious the comfort of the bed is until now, when you couldn’t take another step even if they killed you. The whole day was lost in trying to find this place which looked less like a hotel and more like a huge house run by an elderly couple.

“ I’m so~ tired ” you whined moving up the bed to lean back on the headstand before you looked at him “ Aren’t you ?”

“ hmm ” He nodded slowly moving towards the bed, leaving your luggage by the door, his eyes half closed “ I am”. You patted your side for him to lie down.

Jungkook rested his head on your thighs, his hands massaging the back of them and down your legs. “ I’m sorry. I thought I would know the way on my own.”

“ It’s okay, kookie ” You tangled your fingers in his brown locks “ We got to tour the island on our first day. It’s a good thing”

“ I love you ” He pushed further, hiding his face completely from you.

“ I love you too ” You whispered.


You looked away in the distance, a few houses located just a small walk away from the beach where you and Jungkook sat. He, as always, taking pictures of everything around him. Sneaking a few takes of you as well, when you weren’t paying him that much attention.

“ Wouldn’t it be amazing if we got a house just like that and lived here until we grew old, just the two of us ?” You breathed out laying back down on your beach towel. Neither of you wanted to swim since the sun was too hot and you were keen on keeping your complexion the way it is with no unnecessary sunburns.  

Jungkook put down his camera to look where you were pointing and nodded before turning his attention to you “ Just the two of us?”

“ Who else ?” You sat up again laughing “ Are you planning on adding anyone ?”

“ Kids ” He mumbled, shyly eying the sand as he passed his fingers through it “ Maybe ?”

“ Kids ? How many ? Don’t say a crazy number ” You glared “ I’ll leave you.”

“ Two ” He held up two digits with a bunny smile “ A girl and a boy ”

“ That sounds nice ” You leaned your head on his shoulder closing your eyes and breathing in the salty aroma of the sea “ Really nice. Just not now ”

Jungkook rubbed the side of his cheek on your head smiling “ Whenever you want ”

“ I’m tired of sitting down, let’s go ” You shook him awake after a few minutes “ I want to see the fish market ”

“ Fish market ?” He said baffled by your choice “ I thought you girls like beaches and flower fields ”. You just laughed standing up and dusting the sand off your clothes “ Are you coming or should I go alone ?”. He quickly followed.

It didn’t take you much time before reaching it, and just you thought it would be. The smell of fish and unrecognizable other things hit Jungkook’s nose immediately, he couldn’t bear with it. He always had a sensitive sense of smell, something you knew but seemed to forget in the moment. He put his hand over his mouth and nose as he walked with you. An excited child that was seeing the world for the first time, or at least that’s what you looked like to anyone else.

“ Babe, I feel sick ” He mumbled in your ear just when he couldn’t take it anymore. Jungkook didn’t want to disturb you happy time, asking about all the kinds of fish and their names then showing – scaring – him.

“ You don’t like the smell ?” He shook his head with apologetic eyes.

“ But I thought they used to call you Seagull in high school ” You laughed “ Don’t Seagulls love fish ?”

“ Y/N !” He screamed in frustration. However, he always loved that you knew a lot, maybe too much, about him. So did you.

“ Go wait for me somewhere, I’ll take a few picture and be right there. Hm ?”

“ Okay ” He nodded slowly “ I think our ’‘hotel” is just around there, I’ll be waiting for you in the cafe. Don’t get lost “. Jungkook kissed the side of your temple before handing you his camera.

” Right back at you “

” don’t even bring it up “

” Bring what up ?“ You innocently replied, blinking a few times.

” That I got lo- damn you “ And he fell right into it.


The next day was the same, the two of you walked around hand in hand, taking pictures of all the murals and paintings that decorated what was closer to you. It felt like a second honeymoon which depicted your second beginning. Or as you wanted to think.

You realized that a lot has changed in Jungkook, after spending these couple of days alone with him and uninterruptedly so, he smiled more when looking at you – the sincere kind -, he made those stupid jokes that made your entire entity cringe away from him, he was more affectionate than those hellish thirty days that you had to spend in pain.

With every giggle, every touch, every hug, and every kiss your pain was being wiped away. It wasn’t easy to forget but he made it a lot less hard to live with. He was yours, he made sure you’d know that, he had only eyes for you now. Which made it a little awkward from time to time that he’d stare at you for long quiet minutes like he’s never seen you before, then just smile like a child.

Jungkook changed. He was trying.

” Look at those “ Jungkook turned you roughly towards a store ” It will look goo-“

” Jungkook, no “ You made a I’m-disgusted-by-you face while inching away from him ” We are not getting couple shirts “

” Come on “ He whined ” We used to wear them a lot “

” That was when we were in college “ you stepped away even further ” I’m not wearing that “.

However, there you are, sitting down in a bright pink shirt that read ’'I love you ” in big bright colors like a teenager out on her first day. You didn’t really hate it. While Jungkook said he had to talk to the owner for whatever reason. “ It’s a secret ” He had told you before springing away into the abyss.

But at the end of the day, after all the wandering around and laughter, you liked laying on the bed in his arms as he hummed tunes into your ears. His warmth enveloping you in a protective cocoon, you felt loved.

He was acting the weirdest on the sixth day, you were to leave the day after so you spent the entire morning packing all your scattered stuff back into the luggage, he was no where to be found. You woke up to an empty bad with a simple not that said to pack and that he will be right back. It’s been six hours already and still no trace of him.

Jungkook, finally, opened the door to find you glaring right back at him. He smiled innocently, waiting for your wrath.

“ Where were you ?” you raised an eyebrow crossing your arms “ How could you leave me alone on our last day ?”

“ I know your mad but for now listen to me  ” Jungkook stepped in closer to you but stopped when you didn’t look so welcoming “ Did you bring any long dresses ? Particularly long white dresses ?”

“ You’re acting suspicious again ” You unconsciously looked down at your clothes wondering if you did “ What did you do this time ?”. He took matters upon himself, undoing all the packaging you spent your precious time figuring out. If you weren’t so curious as to why he was doing this, you would have murdered him right there and then.

“ This will do ” Jungkook pulled up a light long dress, mostly white, that you brought to wear at the beach but never really did “ This will be perfect ”. He handed you the dress pushing you towards the bathroom “ Wear this and do … Do something about your hair ”.

“ What’s wrong with my hai-” You couldn’t finish your sentence when the door was closed tightly with him still holding it on the other side so you wouldn’t be able to push it open. “ Jungkook! I swear to god I will kill you once I go out ”.

Yet, when you did come out, he just stared at you again. It the same manner which made you too shy to even speak. His eyes glistered and you would have mistook it for tears if you weren’t too preoccupied with straightening the fabric and fixing the few strands of hair that were already not behaving.

“ Are you really not telling me ?” You said as you stopped in front of a large wooden door, somewhere in the huge house you were staying at that you didn’t have time to explore and Jungkook opposed you doing so, you were about to find out why.

“ Our wedding. Well, second one ” Jungkook sheepishly said while offering you his hand. You looked up at him with a questioning look.

“ Is that why ?” Suddenly everything fell into place. The white dress, him weirdly not wearing his plain shirts and loose jeans and actually looking like a human being, the prolonged talks with the owner, and your trip here. “ Wait, Jungkook-ah … wait ” You said but had no time since the door was pulled opened and the music started.

There was almost nobody in the big empty space. A long path of flowers and small candles trailing down to where an older man stood, wearing the usual priest attire and a book in his hand. A few people, clearly employees, were giggling and whispering to each other while Jungkook started walking. You held onto his arm too overwhelmed and too taken aback to speak a word. You just kept looking around before your eyes fell on him and your head went clear.

It was like the first time, the nervous butterflies in your stomach as your father walked you down the aisle to hand you off you off to Jungkook, the prick of tears slowly turning into a well then a waterfall, the happiness.

“ Kookie ” You rasped when you both stood face to face at the end of the long aisle, tears dried on your cheeks.

“ I know this is not the most perfect ceremony in the world ” He started and already you could feel your heart beating faster and your eyes watering again. Jungkook reached for your hands holding them tightly in his “ I know I’m not perfect and that I wasn’t the best husband to you, that I don’t deserve you”

“ Don’t say that” you interrupted but he hushed you.

“ I know that I will have to spend the rest of my life trying to pick the broken pieces of your trust and I’m willing to do that and more. Much more. I’m lucky that you took me back, I’m lucky that you accepted an asshole like me ( you abruptly looked at the priest following the swear word who just laughed it off ) back into your life. I can’t promise you that our forever will be the best out there but I can promise you that I will, with all my heart, love you and only you forever. I can’t promise you that I will be the best husband but I can promise to try as hard as I can to protect, love, and make you happy just like you deserve to be ”

“ I love you too ” You took a step forwards to kiss him, ready for that forever, when a rough cough snapped you back into reality.

“ Not so soon, my child. I still have to do my job ’'The priest motioned for the two of you to part a little and everyone burst into laughter ” I know it’s hard but be patient for just a few more lines “.

You wiped your tears, repeating the vows you have given before then hearing him do the same, both of you putting more determination into them. Because this time, you wanted them to not remain as pointless words you were to say in front of your family and friend for them to clap and cheer. These were promises for just the two of you, for no one to make lightly of.

” You may kiss your bride, at last “ And yet another outburst of laughter as you tried to sloppily kiss between giggles and tears. You pulled away looking at him, tears in his eyes and cheeks flushed, he never looked so perfect. Jungkook seemed to be thinking the same as he dipped down again to capture your lips in his.

” You sneaky little shit “ You said as the evening he had planned for you ended and you were heading back to your room.

” Are you sure you want to call your husband a little shit the night of your wedding ?“ Jungkook laughed putting his arm over your shoulder and letting his lips lightly touch your temple.

” I can always change my mind “

” Nope, you’re stuck with me now. Forever.“ Hearing it didn’t sound that bad to you either but you weren’t going to agree, not going to give him the satisfaction of triumph.

” Jungkook “ You stopped him as you entered the room, his lips having already found their way onto yours, hands starting to wander ” I … “  

” We don’t have to go further if you don’t want to “ He kissed you again, hugging you closer ” I don’t want you to do something you don’t-“

” It’s not that “ You stopped him again ” I wanted to thank you. I know it’s been hard putting up with my mood swings over the last month and that I said some mean thing along the way. Thank you for this wonderful trip and beautiful 'wedding’ “

” You deserve much more “ Jungkook tightened his embrace on you for a moment before letting go completely ” Sleep, sunshine. We have to get up early tomorrow “

” No, wait “ You looked down at your own feet, embarrassed ” I want you. Tonight. I want to you “

” Are you sure ?“ He curled his finger under your chin tilting you up to look at him ” Say it one more time, please.“

” I want you “ You smiled, and Jungkook felt his world completed, pushing your body against his as he arched down to leave small and short kissed on your cheeks and forehead. Pampering you cutely.

Sorry for the slightly boring part and don’t kill me for stopping it here. Please.

Request for next part will be :  Where he make it up to the reader and she got pregnant and he just shower her with his love. just continue the story until the child has been born. Pretty please?? 😙 !!!!

Feedback, as always, is welcomed and needed. Thank you for reading, hope this made someone’s day better in the middle of these sad times <3 

The 100 Positivity: My Statement of Purpose

I’m sick of the antis. On both sides of the fandom. In society in general. I hate the way people tear things down, point out all the awfulness, just to make themselves look and feel superior. 

So I come here, to tumblr and The 100 fandom, to enjoy a show that I think is great. It’s dark and it’s gritty, with great characters and engaging stories and it talks about some of the issues that are most important in my life. 


When I analyze it, I’m not coming at it to pick it apart, look for the flaws, point my finger at how it is “problematic” and therefore unworthy. What I am doing is trying to understand what is on the screen. I want to know how it fits together. I want to figure out why the characters made their choices, and what the writers are trying to say. 

This doesn’t mean I ignore its flaws. But when I see something that is a flaw, I don’t wave it away as “bad writing,” I still try to figure out how it fits in to the story, or if it doesn’t at all. When it fits, then I have to say that it was intentional, even if I didn’t like it. When it doesn’t, I either let it go with suspension of disbelief, since nothing is perfect, or I let it sit and wait and see how they handle the rest of the show. As of yet, the sitting flaws have not damaged the long term story. It was close with 3A, but the writers, because they are actually good writers, pulled it out.

I’m not going brush off my confusion at the plot by saying it’s the writer’s fault, bad writing, racist, OOC, or discount everything that doesn’t fit my reading. I’m going to look at different possibilities, different interpretations, and different ideas to see if any of them make sense. Whenever something DOESN’T make sense, I pay it more attention. I have to work to figure out HOW it makes sense. While doing this, there are a few things that I have discovered about the long term narrative structure and large themes of The 100.

The 100 uses multiple literary, cinematic, mythological, psychological and social references. These can help us understand the story better. Dante’s Divine Comedyl. The Illiad and The Odyssey. Shakespeare. The Matrix. Lord of The Flies. Greek Myths. PTSD. If they mention a book or story, whether visually, in dialogue, or in the titles, I pay attention. If they mention it MORE than once (like Dante) then I am damn well going to start interpreting the story through that lens. And guess what? All of a sudden a lot of those plot holes and OOC characters are no longer plot holes or ooc and MAKE EVEN DEEPER SENSE.

The 100 has as one of it’s main themes that hate, xenophobia, and tribalism is what doomed humanity, and working together is what will save it. (This is why we see so many xenophobes, bigots, colonialists, white saviors, wars, genocides etc) I do NOT think The 100 is racist. I think it is talking about racism in its “post racial” fantasy world. 

The 100 is creating characters based on psychological realism. This world is traumatized. Everyone is suffering from this trauma and their actions are based on real world mental struggles. This means that the characters do ugly things. Things that “a hero” wouldn’t do. But The 100 is also about fighting THROUGH the trauma to become stronger, and this is what a hero WOULD do. In fact, it’s what makes them heroes. So a lot of characters are going through these dark struggles in order to get to the other side and become the heroes we need them to be. 

The 100 absolutely writes about dark stories. Dark love. Obsession. Power. Abuse. Megalomania. Free will. Failure. Destruction. To consider the stories in The 100 to be dark in nature is not at all inconsistent with the show. To consider good characters to be struggling with darkness is not unfair. To consider that a character might fall to their darkness or rise from it is consistent. There are no cupcakes. This is explicit. “Maybe there are no good guys.” All the characters MUST struggle against their  monster and be responsible for it when they let it out. When your favorite character does something wrong, look at how they handle it. This is the true test of character. Not that they did the bad thing, but how they change from it. Much change and growth? Heroic character. Pretend they did nothing wrong at all? Uh oh. Keep an eye on it. They do however allow the dark characters to be redeemed. That is why I don’t write any characters off until I see what they do with their bad choices. 

The science is crap. Do not poke the science. It won’t make sense. Let it go. It’s not actually a show about science. TV science fiction rarely is. 

A lot of the criticism I see about The 100 is actually a misunderstanding of genre. And I get that it’s a crossover, and people who are not familiar with science fiction or post apocalyptic fiction are watching it, and they don’t get the rules that the genre follows, but much of what people are complaining about, (what was the recent accusation I heard? That it was torture porn?) is a failure to understand the type of story. Or the complaints about characters dying or suffering. It is built into the genre that this is going to happen. You don’t get to keep your representation safe from suffering or death, no one does. Also, the way the grounders are developed. There’s a bit of handwaving there, just like there is with the science. But again, it’s based on some accepted tropes of the genre. The loss of civilization, the return to tribalism and war, the mixture of cultures, the scavenging, even the wardrobe. It’s a pretty standard post apocalyptic setting. It’s like complaining because the heroine in a mass market romance is immediately drawn to hero. This is the genre. 

THIS IS MY BIAS. I love this show. I do not think it’s badly written. I don’t think the heroes are villains. I don’t think anyone is out of character (except for Finn, I just can’t see around that.) I don’t think it’s racist. I would not watch it if I did. And I know what racist shows look like. I am simply not going to write anyone or anything off as “BAD” because they’re not perfect. I’m going to look at their flaws and see how it affects the story. I’m going to look at the darkness and see how it affects the meaning. If I come to the conclusion that one character is “good” and one character is “bad,” that is an interpretation. I did not start out that way and refuse to look at any complexity. 

There is no such thing as unproblematic. There is no such thing as perfect. There is no way to please everyone. 

I just want to enjoy this good show. And it is a good show.  I am critical to understand, not to hate. I like the gray morality. I like the complexity. I like the characters. I even like the antagonists, and I’m gonna talk about them. If you’d like to do the same thing, then come along for the ride.

2 AM = Fam quotes

‘‘Then we toss candy drugs at em’’

‘‘how bout we roll in the mess instead and wait for someone olse to clean it’’

‘‘Purerer than us’’

‘‘In a bread bowl’’



‘‘That philosophy can be applied to many things’‘


‘‘I’m gonna ask my mom for a handsaw’’

‘‘Then I show an anus up my anus’’

‘‘I didn’t walk into a cult meeting again did I?’’

‘‘I love American bathrooms’’

‘‘Damn the English back at it again with stealing shit’’

-So Novi… I need you to do me a favor
+Tell me
+U want me to deal with the mafia
+U want me to trick the police
+What do u want me to do

‘‘I mean there’s probably a reason but who cares lmao’’


‘‘Roses are red
Violets are blue
Y’all are furries 
And me too’’

‘‘Nyoom over a furry’’

‘‘Moon me to death’’

‘‘Humans are animals
We all are furries’’

‘‘Rip in dep’’


‘‘reminds me of viktor cuz he old too’’

‘‘Only furries use :3c’’

‘‘I’m a loud person and I’m bad at talking’’


‘‘You can’t run from Furry!!!On Ice’’


‘‘Im a fookin rebel
ill die when i want to’’

+Eve yes
~Eve what

-A pron game
-Think about mystic messenger 
-But Japanese
-And sadder
+and gayer
-And more naked men
+and more nsfw

‘‘Just hits of the gay’’


‘‘because my chocolate milk is empty’’

‘‘No it’s not a Hamilton reference’’

‘‘With a goddamn pineapple in hell’’

‘‘Obama means family’’

‘‘and eAT BRØD?’’

-Pls dont make this the new thing I swear to God


@prongs-chan  @nocturnal-narcissus  @katsukiyuurikatsudon  @ask-ageswap-viktor  @caffeinebeancrock  @hatelikingbatman  @plushy-minami  @ask-ice-family  @15h1pk4r3z1  @space-asylum  @stammi-ravioli

No Return

I had been having too many Urie feels lately, therefore this fic + the random Urie doodles I have all over my school notebooks. Someone please save and show lots of love to Kuki. =w= 

Please reblog if you enjoyed this and feel free to leave me more requests! Requests are open but for now, they might take awhile since I am a little packed these two weeks. 

Summary: Urie gets locked up in Cochlea after framing out. (1271 words)

He wondered how long it’s been since he was in there. Many things had happened— things he’d rather not remember. But he knew that he couldn’t pretend that they never happened. He couldn’t run away, not when the he was trapped in that small dark room with nothing but his own mind to entertain him. No matter how hard he tried to force them away and forget, his efforts were fruitless— as fruitless as his attempts at protecting the people he loved. Now, he couldn’t even do anything. He couldn’t protect them. He couldn’t even be with them.

Because Urie Kuki had reached the point of no return.

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Words Being Thrown Around Too Much








These are some words I’ve seen thrown around way too much on this site (there are probably more) it’s making this site really toxic, I can’t go into any tag now without seeing these words being tossed left and right, accusing things of this or that or a few of these things. Things I’ve seen this happen to is La La Land, Iron Fist, Horizon Zero Dawn, Sherlock and many more. I enjoy the fandoms I am in I like reading fan theories and looking at fan art or just plain fangirling about stuff. It’s just so much and it’s becoming ever frustrating to scroll through a tag. Most of the time it’s been false accusations made up by the person or persons posting. 

Another thing I’ve seen a lot of is discussions about how meanings of certain things in media are now being erased or how history is behind certain groups are being erased all because something was mentioned in a show or they used a clip from something where it “didn’t belong” or a certain “culture” thing was used as a plot device without explaining an extensive background before using that “culture” thing. 

I realize this is probably vague but when everyone is tossing these things around at random and sticking to some many different things it becomes difficult to explain.

 I’m not saying some of these issues shouldn’t be talked and discussed. While others are completely made up in my eyes. What I’m saying is these things shouldn’t be tossed around till they stick to something. Not everything has to appeal to everyone. If everything started appealing to everyone it would just become a huge mess and the stories being told would get lost in confusion, and lose their meaning. There is a balance to be had. 

Disclaimer: Obviously I’m not saying that every situation where these words are used is like that, it’s not black and white, it’s grey.  I also understand some of these issues run deep and can be very complicated and one can write days on each of these subjects separately and they run alongside many other issues. But it’s becoming more and more the boy who cried wolf.

anonymous asked:

Hi, edy, i just wanted to say you are absolute blessing to the Time Canary fandom, thank you for everything! I'm curious what's your story with time canary - how long have you shipped them, which moment made you realise you are in too deep, that kind of thing <3 ( I enjoy reading your thoughts on things, you are so articulate)))

Okay, so my story with Time Canary is that I stopped at around episode 8-9 of Legends because last year was a terrible year for me and I couldn’t be caught up on all shows. I’ve watched the following episodes in a few days of summer, when my grandfather was dying and I had to stay home with grandma (ironically, where I am as I answer this message).

I remember being very captivated by Time Canary and I was really surprised that that ship never got to my dashboard because I thought it was really good, that it had great chemistry and complexity. I really loved their arguments, the subtle everything about the relationship, how it grew and I also loved the fact that it didn’t go there (honestly with Rip’s storyline about his family, I would have hated if it went there).

I think the moment I really realized I shipped it a lot was when I rewatched their 1x03 scenes after watching the entire season. And also, 1x06. That is probably my favorite argument of a ship on TV ever, I’ve rewatched it so many times, I’m learning the script!

I’m so glad you guys are making the Time Canary experience so nice to me, you really are being a good nice fandom. I’m even back to writing because of this balance of ship / fandom goods (and with the help of  @vixencanaries who is walking me through this fic step by step ). Thank you so much, y’all are awesome for dropping by with all the TC goodness in my ask!

If you loved Marvel’s Daredevil then Iron Fist is definitely a good show for you!

I am at eposode 10 already. And okay, the first two hours were kinda slow, but everything started moving soon after that. And there are so many things that are connected to the events of Daredevil! I enjoy that show more and more! Can’t wait to see how it’ll end!

Generally: Iron Fist = <3 <3 <3

just opinions

new sunny ep:

  • very sad about how in love with dennis mac is
  • annoyed aboutthe dick bike (please let that die)
  • kinda done with all the little throw backs? would like more new content instead of constant “hey remember this?” moments, you know?
  • not happy about charlie and the waitress sleeping together but thats just me being a whiney baby
  • i think the whole “youre being too emotioanl” thing was funny bc it rly highlighted how women r seen in society and showed how ridiculous it is
  • didnt like dennis leaving!!!!! very sad and ????????????
  • wish there was more focus on dennis feelings for mac?

this is probably pretty nonsensical. i know a lot of what i wanted from that episode wasnt realisitc bc i have a tendency to take characters and shape them how i want instead of seeing them how they’re really presented if that makes sense? it was a fun episode and i enjoyed it. i am super scared about what theyre gonna do with dennis from here on out tho. wud be cool 2 hear other peoples opinions too!!! 

anonymous asked:

The new yoi comic was so beautiful!!! I loved how you showed that part about their dynamic and the art was lovely as always and I really loved it! The narrative is so nicely done but also here I was reading along and enjoying myself and then the page with the almost-car crash happened my heart freaking leapt into my /throat/! oh my god!! I thought I was going to scream!! I'm so glad things ended happy your art always invokes such an huge range of emotions every time I am in awe

Thank you. I’m currently exploring the different ways of storytelling and I’m trying to incorporate elements that would evoke more than one emotion in one comic. I’m really happy to hear that it worked! 

anonymous asked:

first thing that shows in my dashboard is someone unfollowed you in a not aggressive way and you made a tempest in a teapot? lol!!! will keep following your blog cause I enjoy your fiction, but thanks for the heads up on how bigoted you are towards different opinions.

“A tempest in a teapot” lol. I am not bigoted to other people’s opinions - I am, however, not tolerant if they refuse to tell me why they unfollowed me (and I tried to get them to explain, asked it a few times, got rudely rebuffed and I was, quite frankly, treated with blatant disrespect.) So, I’m glad you enjoy my writings, which is a hu g e puzzle for me, since my writing tend to be lgtbq+ friendly and open, an atmosphere this person clearly couldn’t accept. I won’t try to sugarcoat my feelings towards those kind of people, who won’t even try to justify their opinions, telling me that they “don’t owe me” their thoughts after telling me that my sexuality is enough cause to unfollow me. (Instead of, you know, quietly unfollowing me, which would have caused no drama at all.) So, yeah. Have a nice day.

anonymous asked:

Hey there. I recently got into this whole tease and denial thing. I am dominant in bed and my girlfriend is really submissive. How do i get her to do this even if its not our thing?

You can’t really make people enjoy stuff they do not like. I would say the easiest way is to do sexual stuff for her so she gets to enjoy herself. I would say licking her to orgasm is a good way to start. Showing her that you will do stuff for her without needing stuff done back.