this is sick you should watch it

ahem

y'all can all literally choke in regards to The Get Down because there is no reason why this beautiful, stunning show should be flopping are you legit telling me you would rather watch fucking FULLER HOUSE instead of the get down???? foh The Get Down is giving us cinematography, giving us looks, giving us music, brown skin, freedom, love, friendship and poetry it has stephen adly guirgis, one of the best playwrights of our time, giving us some of his best writing y'all are tacky and y'all are ungrapefruit and i’m sick of it

Taken for Granted (pt 3)

As Namjoon closed the door behind him, he stood by the entrance, snickering to himself. “Her? Liking me? Wahh” he said silently to himself. He wasn’t sure what it was he was feeling now, but he couldn’t stop smiling. “As if I’d like her?” he said again to himself.

“Hyung what are you doing by yourself there?” Jungkook asked curiously.

“Huh? Oh nothing” Namjoon said, flustered.


(One week later)

“Hey guys, Y/N isn’t coming today! Looks like it’s just us tonight” Jin said, filling his voice through the dorm.

“Awh, whyyy” Taehyung asked, coming out of the living room.

“She said she’s sick” Jin said with a frown.

“Let’s go there then! We can bring her food” Taehyung said, excitedly.

“Yah, if she’s sick she should just rest. She can’t be taking care of you guys too” Jin scolded.

Taehyung walked back to the living room with his head held down. He was looking forward to watching the movie you two had discussed a few weeks ago, but it looks like it would have to wait another week. 

Namjoon meanwhile, listened to everything silently from the dining table. “That’s weird, she never falls sick…” he said to himself. 

“What’s that? Couldn’t hear you” Hoseok said, sitting across from him,

“oh, no it’s nothing” Namjoon said.

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there is a folk belief that in order for harm to occur, there must be an individual to blame. this is what it tastes like: people wouldn’t be poor if they worked harder, have you tried getting your degree, what’s your work history, if you didn’t have nice things. he wouldn’t have had that happen to him if he hadn’t hit on her, men like that anyway, he should have just punched her. she should have learned karate, she was a bitch anyway. if he hadn’t put his hand in his pocket and just listened to the cops he’d be alive. listen if she hadn’t struggled she would be alive. if people were better at taking care of themselves they wouldn’t have preexisting conditions, they wouldn’t get sick, they would be able to afford their health insurance. 

eyes watch you with hissing voices. well, did you try my way? they ask. yes, you did, and it didn’t work. well you’re not trying hard enough, in my time we just.

watch for it. watch for the way the blame shifts. it keeps the power at the top, angry and red.

anonymous asked:

hi i love your writing so much and was wondering if you had any fic recs to hold me over until your next update 😭

THERES WAY TOO MANY GIRL WAYYYYY TOO MANY??? IDK HOW TO EVEN ANSWER THIS WHAT ARE YOU EVEN ASKING FOR

I’m just gonna throw out whatever comes to mind ok and its probably mostly all smut cuz I’m a perv sorry (wow this ended up being way longer than i intended IM SORRY)


@jiminniemouse is the queen of threesomes so take a look into her profile but some of my favorites is:

Crave (Yoongi smut), Taste (Hobi smut), Making Him Jealous (ima call it a jikook threesome let me live), and her ongoing series Purple Jewels!

Masterlist

@jungblue ok anything from this girl is gold G O L D i love all of her fics but if I have to choose then

Future Hearts (Jimin/Jungkook love triangle), I Hate You I Love You (Jungkook smut/angst), and Control (Jimin smut omg i am still having chest pains thinking about this one)

Masterlist

@seokvie This girl has got a whole fucking load of fics it’s like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow smutland wonderland your vag will cry in joy and pain

Costume (Hobi smut MY ALL TIME FAVORITE FIC I L O V E IT), View From 4-B (Hobi smut), basically all her Hobi smuts, Show Off (Wonho smut), Paradise (JB smut), JUST BINGE READ ALL OF THEM (i am also excited to read her new fic with jimin and assplay and lets just say my ass is ready but I DONT HAVE A KINK FOR ASSPLAY OK LET ME LIVE)

Masterlist

@jungkxook yes yes yes everything all of it just do it

Pour Up (taekook threesome), Hiraeth (zombie apocolypse au)

Masterlist

@war-of-hormoan‘s For You (Tae angst) killed me about 40 times

Masterlist

@kimvtae‘s Fall For You (Jungkook smut) series and Couples Costumes (Hobi smut)

Masterlist

@minsvga‘s Philophobia (Jungkook/Jimin smut/angst) series, Taking Risks 101  (Jimin smut), Children of the Night (Jungkook/Tae smut) series

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@yoonminnings‘s Lace Casualties (Jimin sugar daddy)

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@trapmonster‘s He Didn’t (Yoongi smut/angst), Bite me (Jungkook smut), Silent Treatment (Jungkook), Nerd (Tae), Toxic (maknae line)

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@btssmutgalore oh my god all of her fics ALL OF HER DAMN FICS LETS JUST SAY SHE SERIOUSLY OWES ME A NEW PELVIS OK FUCK but my favorites so far are

Nude (Tae), Lightweight (Jungkook), Business (A FUCKING TWO PART TAEKOOK THREESOME GOD), Lollipop (Jungkook), Forbidden (Hobi)

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@ellieljade‘s Apologies (Tae smut/angst) is one of my favorites and honestly just read all of her masterlist as well i cry (out of everywhere)

Masterlist

@kookingtae‘s Experimental Error (Tae smut I fucking died), The Switch (OT7 Smut holy hell this was one of the first bts smuts ive read and wow now you see why I really love them), Falling Into You (Jungkook smut GOD I LOVED THIS SO HARD) + the rest of her masterlist

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@floralseokjin oh my goodness ok i cant believe i havent discovered you sooner I fucking love your writing pls

Buzz trilogy (Yoongi smut & O       M       G), Playing with Fire (Jungkook smut) i havent read anything else yet BUT I JS SAW SHE POSTED A NEW FIC YOU KNOW WHAT IM READIN TONIGHT

Masterlist

@onlylovekpop basically all her Wonho smuts and drabbles killed me k i l l e d me but my fav is Bad Behavior

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Other people you should def look into is @kittae (cat fics yes) @seoulscapes (an amazing demon wonho au) @helloblamebts @seokline @kstopping @imaginethisbts @kainks @jeonins @baeseoul (p r o t e  g e)

Im so sorry I’m still sick and I’m getting tired and lazy so I just had to bunch up the rest HAHAHA but I hope this helps anon! And you will def not be disappointed in any of these ok they are amazing and beautiful and amazing and everytime I read their stories literally

i get that we all love malec and its the reason most of us even watch this show but i see so many of u talking about the homophobic aspects of the last ep but there was also so much racism some of it subtle and some of it not like

-the izzy storyline which was so blatantly racist it actually makes me sick

-the fact that maia and simons date was mostly about clary (a white girl) and her feelings more than maias

- the way cleophas’ storyline is going and her siding w/ valentine

-the way luke is treated in general but esp how valentine had the upper hand during their fight

-and the way magnus’ feelings are ignored and he barely gets any screentime to explore his character w/out alec 

so what im saying is if you guys wanna watch the show and criticize it when its homophobic you should also talk about how extremely racist its getting w every new episode

First words [One-shot]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!

First!

This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.

Second!

I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.

Third!

As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo

 

DISCLAIMER:

*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to  @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to  @angexci 

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me! 

Hope you guys like it!

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This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.

 

I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.


One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.


Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.

Great!

How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?

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I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))

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Klaus x Reader

Requested by Anon


“Are you ready to go?” You asked Hayley who rolled her eyes and grabbed her jacket.

“I don’t see why we’re here.” She pointed out as you walked down the stairs with your sister.

“Because Rebekah is my friend.” You hummed, skipping through the hall to the car where Elijah was sat.

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SCREAMS  (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

IT’S FINALLY HERE OMG OKOK ANYWAY I THINK THIS COUNTS AS ANGST?? (bolded as a warning ;3)

Thank you for your patience, nonnerson~~ nyahaha Anyway I recommend reading (or re-reading part 1)

–R.I.

Click Here for: [Part 1]


It had been a year.

The thought crossed your mind as you exhaled the smoke from a cigarette, watching as it disappeared with the wind. Just like you had, a year ago.

The sun’s rays peeked out from behind the familiar, tall building in front of you, spreading its light over the shadows where you hid. Rika’s old apartment building. The same place where he had brought you to, and the same place he had taken you away from.

Even now, you were unaware of their intentions for bringing you to the RFA and then stealing you away, but… it didn’t matter. No, nothing mattered anymore.

You crumpled the lit cigarette with your bare hands, tossing it to the ground to stamp out the flame, feeling satisfied by the small crunch! sound it made. You wouldn’t have started to smoke, had it not been for the influence of Mint Eye. Sure, you knew it’d kill you, but everything you’d learned at Mint Eye had opened your eyes to the world—that nothing was worth living for in the first place. What did it matter if you killed yourself a little more?

It didn’t.

“MC?” A familiar voice called out to you, making you snap out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened with recognition as you stared at the person before you, but you quickly narrowed them, pursing your lips as you gazed at them coolly.


Yoosung

  • He did a double take, as his eyes roamed over your face, taking in the familiar features of your face that he hadn’t seen in a year…
  • “MC? Y-you’re MC, right?”
  • His voice was filled with hope and desperation, and he subconsciously reached out to you, as if he wanted to catch you before you slipped away.
  • But you didn’t reply, instead brushing past him, barely acknowledging his presence. As you passed him, he noticed the cold look in your eyes, and shuddered. That… that wasn’t the kind and warm MC he had grown to known. You wouldn’t look at him like that, no… not you.
  • Yoosung could only stare after you in disbelief, but he never gathered the courage to approach you again, not even to confirm your identity.
  • It couldn’t have been you. You wouldn’t look so… so… empty.
  • He’d lament about it to Zen later, drunkenly babbling that he’d seen someone just like you on the streets… admitting his fear that he was too much of a coward to find out if it had been you.
  • “I’m scared if it really was MC… Her eyes looked so distant… so empty… so cold… it can’t be her,” Yoosung would deny, shaking his head with a drunken grin on his face. “MC… our MC would never…”
  • He refused to believe it, avoiding the thought completely. A tear fell from his eye as he gazed at Zen through his glass of champagne. “You should’ve seen those scars on her body… god, no, they can’t… they just can’t belong to her,” he hiccupped, still shaking his head in denial.
  • Even as he fell asleep from the heavy amount of alcohol he’d consumed, he would continue to cry in his sleep, dreaming of the broken girl that he’d been too afraid to even talk to.
  • “Not MC…”

Zen

  • You didn’t bother sparing him a second glance as you met eyes with him, but he grabbed your arm before you could even turn the other way.
  • His eyes were shining almost too brightly, and you could practically see a tail wagging excitedly from behind him like a dog. “Jagiya!! Oh, I knew it was you. I would recognize your pretty face anywhere. I’m so glad you’re okay, jagi, I can’t wait to tell the others! I’ve missed…”
  • Zen trailed off as he noticed your unchanging expression, but he mustered up another smile to cover up the fact that your lack of reaction dampened his mood. After all, it had been a year since he last saw you. He didn’t want to waste any more time with you, and he didn’t want to be gloomy with you after so long.
  • “Come on, why don’t we sit down somewhere to catch up?” he smiled warmly, tugging at your arm gently. He didn’t miss the unusual way you winced a bit as he did.
  • Zen loosened his grip on you arm, worry building uncomfortably in his heart. “MC… is it okay if I roll up your sleeve? Please…” His eyes searched yours for an answer, not just to his spoken question but to the millions of questions bottled up.
  • You… you felt torn. Why was he acting so nice to you even though you weren’t even a part of the RFA? Even though it’d been a year? Even though… even though he had no reason to be nice to you? You felt a pain tugging at your heart, but you tried to ignore it instead.
  • Zen looked at you while rolling up the sleeve of your right arm, watching your expression carefully for any hint that he should stop.
  • But you let him.
  • You let him see the dark purple bruises lining up your arm, the faded scars that left scabs in their place… the pain. The pain you’d suffered the past year.
  • He felt sick. What had happened during the time you had gone missing…? Why… why couldn’t he be there for you? Why did this have to happen? Why weren’t you saying anything? Why aren’t there even tears in your eyes? Why wouldn’t you look at him in the eyes?
  • So many questions were spinning in his mind, but he couldn’t voice a single one. “I’m sorry,” he whispered instead, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
  • His hands were trembling as he held yours, bringing the tips of your fingers to his lips as he kissed every one softly… treating you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.
  • “I’m so sorry I let them hurt you.”

Jaehee

  • Her eyes had dark circles under them, even larger than the ones you’d last seen on her face a year ago. You wondered, could it be that you’d caused that? But you quickly brushed aside the thought. ‘I don’t care,’ you told yourself.
  • It took her a moment to really look at you, her tired mind barely processing what was going on. “MC…?”
  • She just barely recognized you. Gosh… you looked so different. You were wearing dull, dark clothes, even gained a piercing… There were obvious scars at the base of your neck, travelling down toward your chest… But your eyes. Your eyes looked so dead.
  • Jaehee had always thought that she herself looked stressed and tired enough… but seeing you today made her think twice. You looked far worse than her, and she hadn’t even thought that was possible.
  • She swallowed her thoughts, choosing to make small talk with you instead. “You’ve… changed a lot, MC,” she commented softly, unsure what to say.
  • You cocked your head at her. How were you supposed to respond to that?
  • “Uhm, maybe we could grab some coffee?” she tried, still trying to get over her shock of seeing you after your disappearance a year ago. Jaehee had no idea what exactly had happened to you, and reality hadn’t quite hit her that you were standing in front of her just yet, but… she was so, so glad to see you.
  • Your heart swelled at the delighted expression Jaehee wore, and you flashed a small, sad, tired smile at her. You’d missed her. She’d been the only female in the RFA, so you’d put in a lot of effort to befriend her. Jaehee had been one of your closest female friends in your entire life, despite the fact that you had only known her for a short period of time…
  • But no matter how you felt, you couldn’t do anything about it.
  • “I’m sorry.” You pulled her into a tight embrace, closing your eyes briefly to savour the moment. But you quickly let go before she could even wrap her arms around you. “I… don’t want to put you in danger.”
  • With that, you turned on your heel, leaving a confused, sleep-deprived Jaehee behind to suffer from your absence yet again.

V

(Reminder: he’s unaware of Mint Eye in this.)

  • “MC!” His voice was urgent and desperate, very different from the gentle tone you remembered him by. “MC… I’m so glad you’re okay…”
  • His eyes were filling with tears, relieved to see you after so long. He noted your features… the bruises, the healing injuries, the broken look in your eyes as if you’d lost all meaning in life. Dread and guilt overwhelmed his relief, his body growing stiffer and stiffer the more details he noticed.
  • Because it was his fault.
  • He was the one who swore you’d be safe. And yet…
  • He almost choked on his tears as he managed to whisper, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, MC.”
  • Reality hit him. It was all his fault that this had happened to you. If only he hadn’t convinced Jumin… if only he’d ensured your security… if only it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have these scars.
  • “Leave me alone,” you muttered, brushing past him. He watched you walk away, your eyes downcast and lacking life. He could almost hear his own heart cracking more with every step you took.
  • Because he had no right to stop you. He had no right to interfere with your life and risk ruining it more than he already had.
  • Your brief meeting with him had started with a broken girl, and ended with a broken man.

Jumin

  • His heart was hammering as he stared at you with wide eyes. He almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He took quick, long strides to make his way toward you, but you broke into a sprint, running away from him.
  • No. No. Not him. Not Jumin. No.
  • You knew how he’d felt about you. Hell, you knew you’d felt something with him, too. If you looked at him any longer, all the feelings, all the memories, would come rushing back. You couldn’t let him see you.
  • But he chased you.
  • God, there was no way he’d let you go again.
  • He ran the fastest he’d ever run in his entire life, ignoring everyone and everything around him, only focusing on catching you. But then he tripped just as he got within an arm’s reach, and you halted in your steps on instinct. A pained smile crossed his face as Jumin grabbed at your ankle tightly, making sure you couldn’t run off again.
  • “I knew you would stop for me,” he murmured softly. He stood up slowly, his eyes trained on you. “I thought I’d never get the chance to see you again. That I’d never be able to tell you how sorry I am for letting you go that day… Even after a year, you’re still the same kind, gentle MC I know.”
  • You held back your tears, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not the same, Jumin,” you started, your voice coming out as an unintentional whimper. “I… You don’t know what they did to me, Jumin… They t-touched me, and drugged me, and hurt me and killed me in so, so many ways… I… I’m so disgusted with myself…”
  • You didn’t know why you were telling all this to him. But you couldn’t help it. He was the man you had loved… The man you probably still held feelings for. Even if a year had gone by, the way his mere presence made you feel safe and loved never changed.
  • He gently cradled you in his arms. “I promise you, MC. I will do anything and everything in my power to protect you. I will never let this happen again, I promise,” he murmured in your ears, his chin resting upon your shoulder. You felt dampness on your shoulder, and you realized… Jumin Han was crying.
  • “How? Seven couldn’t even protect me,” you muttered, holding yourself back from returning his warm embrace.
  • He didn’t answer you. Instead, he acted immediately on his words. Jumin exposed your identity to the world, requesting an international TV station to release the news. Everyone would know you. If Mint Eye attempted to take you again, they wouldn’t be able to do so without raising the public’s suspicions. Furthermore, he assigned you trustworthy guards and increased security around his apartment with Seven’s help.
  • They had let you go once. They wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
  • It would take time to help you recover from your traumatic events, but.. They would never let anything happen to you, ever again.
  • Because they love you. They all do.

Seven

  • He would recognize you anywhere. Even worse, he recognized the glazed look in your eyes immediately, too.
  • Come with me right now,” he scowled, grabbing your hand roughly. You tried to pull back, but his grip was firm, and you couldn’t fight against his strength.
  • As he led you angrily through the streets, throwing you into his car and locking the two of you inside, a million thoughts were filling his mind.
  • “Who did this to you?” Seven demanded. He was seething, his golden eyes flashing with detest.
  • You only glared back at him, refusing to answer his question. What good would it do you? Mint Eye had overpowered him and his security once. Even if you went crawling back to the RFA, they would only get you again. It was hopeless. Everything was fucking hopeless.
  • Hurt flashed across his face as he realized what you were thinking, and he lowered his eyes, guilt clouding them. “You think I’m useless, huh. I know. You entrusted your life with me and I only let you down. I can’t promise you that I can help, but please, at the very least, let me try. Tell me what happened, MC,” he pleaded softly.
  • “Even if I told you, what could you do?” you replied in a quiet, tired voice. “It’s an entire organization, Seven. Mint Eye, if you must know. Look, I don’t expect you to do anything.” An empty laugh escaped your lips. “You claim to be this amazing hacker, but you couldn’t even find one girl. You… you have no idea what I went through.”
  • With that said, you left his car, slamming the door shut behind you.

  • That night, when you returned to Mint Eye Headquarters, you noticed that everyone was in a frenzy, running around like mad dogs. “What’s going on?” you asked someone passing by.
  • Their eyes reflected yours with fear. “We’ve been exposed. Revealed to the world. We have to get out, NOW. They’ve sent the government and news stations after us. Each man for himself, run for your life!”
  • You stood there, shocked as you realized that Seven had taken action immediately. Your phone buzzed with a notification, and you noticed a distinctly familiar number texting you.
  • 707: It’s been a year, MC. I haven’t done nothing throughout this time. I always swore to myself that if I finally found you again one day, I would save you.
  • Your eyes welled up with tears as you read his messages.
  • 707: If you trust me, come to this address: [Address Here]
  • 707: We’re waiting for you, MC. Everyone’s waiting.
  • You started to run away from the building and towards your friends. Yoosung… Zen… Jaehee… Jumin… Seven… V…
  • The thought of their smiling faces, greeting you, was enough to bring a smile to your face. The first genuine smile since you’d been taken away from the RFA. 
  • It wouldn’t be the last.

Title: All These Flashing Lights

Pairing: NaLu

AU:are requests really open….NaLu for this prompt???? because it fits them so well??? idk??? “my friend thought you were cute so she tried to take a picture of you for snapchat and her flash went off but when you looked our way she shoved her phone into my hands and nOW YOU THINK IT’S ME AND OH GOD PLS DON’T BE MAD”

Word Count: 1930

Rating: T for langue and suggestive material towards the end


“He’s hot,” Cana repeats for what must be the sixth time in the span of five minutes, the brunette practically purring as she eyes the attractive man across the café. She’s blatantly staring and Lucy is fairly certain that if she keeps it up they’re either going to be noticed by the attractive man across the room or thrown out by Mira because is being a fucking creep.

Lucy just wanted to hang out with her friend on her one day off in the last two weeks, not freak the fuck out of some guy she doesn’t know because Cana has no idea how to behave in public.

She sighs, dropping her chin to rest against her palm and pretending to be thoroughly engrossed in her slushy. Strawberry lemonade has always been a favorite of hers and Cana is ruining the sanctity of frozen fruit beverages. Lucy casually glances at the man in question, eyes widening slightly in horror when she catches sight of his arm. “If you’re referring to the fact that his sleeve is on fire,” she says slowly, “than I’d be inclined to agree.”

The man pats out the small flame quickly, laughing as he turns back to his friend across the table, and Lucy takes a long moment to just look at him. Her head tilts to the side, eyes narrowing slightly in thought. He looks like some kind of punk-rock model, if she’s being honest with herself. The flash of silver piercings in his ear gains her rapt attention, and she has to bit her lower lip when she sees the hoop through the bottom right corner of his lip. His bright, bubble-gum pink hair is shocking, but not necessarily unpleasant. And Lucy is pretty sure cheekbones like that can only be carved from marble.

Yeah, the dude is freakishly hot, but Lucy has the decency not to weird about it.

“Oh, come on, Lucy!” Cana whines, shoving at her shoulder roughly and making Lucy nearly drop her slushy. “Look at that face! Those arms!” Too late, Cana, Lucy already is and she very much appreciates the way his tank-top leaves his arms bare and clings to his chest just right.

Fuck, now Lucy’s being creepy, too.

Lucy looks away before Cana or the attractive stranger can notice her obvious interest in the way his shirt stretches across his broad chest. “You know,” Lucy muses, pointing at Cana with the end of her straw before popping the tube into her mouth and sucking off the ice and juice clinging to the bottom. “You’re kind of being creepy.”

Cana is silent for exactly eight seconds, her eyes narrowed as she considers Lucy’s words.

“I’m going to take a picture of him.”

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Two Hours ‘Till Kendrick

YOURS: AN ETHAN DOLAN ONE SHOT SERIES

Warning: smut

Author’s Note: thank you everyone who has been so nice and encouraging to me as a writer. I love writing and I love Ethan and all of you have made this this a fun little safe haven for me. I can’t say thank you enough. Drop me a message or an ask. I love talking with you! Now here’s a little Coachella Ethan, kinda, sorta.


“Remember when Ethan gave you fake flowers for Easter?” Cameron spoke dryly, knowing fully well Ethan was only a few feet behind her, leaning against the doorframe and nibbling on a plate of pancakes. You were sitting in front of a mirror curling your hair.

You looked at her through the reflection, a smile stretching at your lips. You went to speak, but were cut off by your obnoxious boyfriend who still spoke with his mouth full no matter how many times you told him it was rude and unbecoming of him.

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This is the only thing you need to see from “Bill Nye Saves the World” to hate it, and him, forever.

Shit was painful to listen to.

Here are just a few of the 4000+ comments left on this video:

“So this is what you see when you die.”

“This is a cool little segment entitled “Why Trump Won”.“

“Remember 2 girls 1 cup? This is what was in the cup.”

“This is cancer. The death of western civilization.”

“Bill should have used his supposed science skills to cook up some Hydrogen Cyanide and gas everyone involved with this fucking travesty.”

“Can we skip the foreplay and start the purge already? I’m sick of watching my civilization rot.”

His new title is “Bill Nye the Touch My Sex Junk Guy” @hominishostilis @matt-ruins-feminisms-shit @scrawnyflannelman @siryouarebeingmocked
Mr. Min - Chapter 01

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8641

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names

A/N: I ended up having to split this chapter in two because it was getting so long.  I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Prologue - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06

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Disposable pt12

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13


“Oh my god, it’s you two!”

Yoongi flinched. It was bad enough trying to make small talk with everyone at the table without some random person from a different table tapping him on the shoulder and talking to him too.

“What two?” He asked. He was fairly sure he had never seen the person before, but they looked far too happy to see him to be a stranger.

“You two!” The man said, and the women he was sitting with squealed.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know?” She gushed.

“Do I want to?” Yoongi couldn’t help it, he just wanted the day to be over—not because he wanted to get you alone, or because he wanted to get to know you better (he couldn’t get to know you in front of people who thought he already knew you so well) that would be ridiculous. He was just tired.

“Yoongi, who’re your friends?” Taehyung asked, drawing the rest of the table’s attention.

“Oh, we don’t know each other.” The man said quickly, and Yoongi glanced over at you. You looked just as confused as he felt, which was no help at all.

“We saw them on youtube.” The women said happily.

“You saw who?” You said, eyes wide.

“What kind of video?” Jungkook asked suspiciously.

“I’ll show you!” The women dug her phone out of her purse, pulling up something on it before passing it over to Yoongi. “It’s trending.”

There on the screen, you and Yoongi sat at the baby grand piano playing “Heart and Soul.” Both of you were laughing, nudging each other when one made a mistake. What caught Yoongi’s attention though was the way you looked at him in the glances you sent his way. He had seen them earlier, of course, but thought they were his imagination. There was a sparkle in your eyes, and something so genuine in your smile. The worst part was how he looked back at you.

The two of you looked like the perfect couple—happy, loving, and comfortable with each other. The comments were full of people saying that they wanted a relationship like that, and asking “when are they going to get married?”

Yoongi wanted to leave. He wanted to stand up and walk out of the restaurant, his job be damned. He could catch a cab back to the airport and never see you again, delete your contact from his phone and erase you from his mind.

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*Jesus comes back to America tomorrow.* Jesus: “Well, here I am!” (He’s Jesus. He expects a nice applause, obviously.) *Trump* “He’s an evil loser. He’s from the middle-east. Is he documented? He doesn’t speak English. He concentrates on the poor. He wants sick babies to have healthcare. He’s a vile socialist! He’s a bad guy!”

Jesus: “Who the fuck are you?”

Christians who watch Fox News: “Well, we frankly don’t know who to back here. But Jesus should learn English and pick up a gun. Let’s get that straight.” 

Punishment

Request: Hey! Awesome new Negan blog! Could you write me a fic about a rebellious wife that drives Negan crazy? Maybe she sneaks out a lot, doesn’t like to wear dresses and bends the rules? She likes to push his buttons and one day ends up in danger and he has to save her ass? Would love to see what you come up with! Thank you!!!!! - @asshatry

Pairings: Negan x Reader

Warnings: language. moderate smut (yes I went there).

tagging some people who might enjoy this smut ;D - @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash @ashzombie13 @negans-network @strangersangel9 @negan–is–god @itsneganslucille @negansblessedbbyg @marythenurse @sherrybaby14


You clutched your book tightly in your hand, turning to the next page. A hand reached towards you and snatched it out of your hand, throwing it half way across the room. Glaring up at Sherry, you sprang up from your seat ready to punch her square in the jaw. You had already slapped her once before, and you weren’t afraid to do it again.

“What the fuck, Sherry?” You growled at her. She stared at you in disbelief and gestured to your outfit. You were wearing a beige v-neck tshirt, black skinny jeans, and black boots.

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Some Maybe Not As Common Sicknarios

- we got in a fist fight and now have detention together and I’m only getting you tissues and offering my jacket because your sneezing and shivering is getting on my nerves. I am definitely not concerned

- we play in school band together and your normally long, stunning high trumpet notes sound short and choppy and WOW do you look sick

- I’m your manager at our job at the grocery store and I keep getting customer complaints of an employee coughing all over products in aisle 5. Why did you even come in today??

- we both teach swimming lessons and you come in sick. I watch you take a dive, only to not come up. Oh mY GOD YOU’RE DROWNING.

- we are singing with a choir at a chorus competition and you look really bad but we need your voice. I have to discreetly keep a hand around your waist to keep you from falling over as we sing

- you are my biggest track competitor. We are both neck and neck and the finish line is right in front of us when you suddenly collapse. I should take the opportunity to win but you look terrible! Have you been running while this sick the whole time!?

- I was really craving some pizza and you are my delivery boy and wOW YOU LOOK TERRIBLE. NO PLEASE COME IN. LET ME CALL YOUR EMPLOYER. HOW DID YOU EVEN DRIVE LIKE THAT??

- we walk our dogs at the same time everyday and I spot your dog running around without you. I grab your dog and find you passed out by a tree. ARE YOU OKAY??

Blossom’s Secrets (Jughead x Reader)

Jughead watched as she walked into the diner and headed straight to the counter.

“Order for Blossom” She said. Pop told her something that he couldn’t really hear but he assumed it was something about her food not being ready as she took a sit by the counter. Y/N Blossom was who she was. She was different from the rest of them by the way she acted and looked. Brown hair laid upon her head not red, rumours have been around as long as Jughead could remember about her possibly having a different father but none have been answered which made his wonder. That family held many secrets in this town along with others but no one seems to know the true mysterious behind the Blossom’s.

  Y/N looked around the diner scanning over everything and everyone. Catching your eye was the boy in one of the back booth typing away on his computer. You knew it was Jughead Jones, not wanting to be alone for the next little while you made your way over to him. You guys weren’t friends only have spoken to each other a few times in your guys AP English class but he was better than nothing plus you had something to asked him. Siding into the booth sit across from him he looked up as heard the noise. Jughead lay his hands down in front of him and spoke curiosity

“So what brings Y/N Blossom to my booth”

“The novel you been writing” You said as you watched him lean back with wide eyes. He thought for a moment trying to think of what to say next “The one about my beloved brother Jason” Not knowing if he should denied it Jughead open his mouth to speak

“I’m not sure you have the right writer. I don’t recalled a novel by me about that”

“Don’t lie Jughead please, I’m getting sick of everyone lying to me” You spoke frustrated. All you have been hearing lately was lies and you couldn’t take it anymore. It was at least this boy that you barely knew could do was tell you the simple truth.

“How do you know?” Jughead asked not wanting to lie anymore as he seen the hurt wash over your features.

“I heard your friends talk about it in the hallway” You told him as you watched the rain fall outside. “They said it was about the biggest mysteries in this town and that happens to be my brother death. If not it would be about my family so it’s all connected somehow. Lucky guess” You faced him now getting a good look at him. He had this look about him that came off as he knew more then he should.

“You got a good mind for thinking”

“So tell me Jughead” You pressed as you leaned over the table to be closer to him “What so good about my family and I, that’s so fascinating to you?” You stared into to Jugheads eyes trying to get an answer out of him. “Is it all of the secrets we hold? The way my parents act like they don’t love us? Or is it my favorite that my father isn’t my father?” Jughead kept silence but his eyes told you the answer. You leaned back to your side and you watched him relaxed.

“Oh, all wow what a interesting boy you are. Many questions that I could answer if you just asked” You teased. This was about the only thing you had in common with your family besides your last name. Teasing people to get a reaction from them but Jughead didn’t react he stayed perfectly still examining you. The glaze from the handsome boy was making you feel uncomfortable in your spot but you wouldn’t show it. Then at the perfect timing Pop came out from the backroom with your food.

“Mrs. Blossom your order is now ready, we adding in some onion rings for the wait” Pop announced as he laid the food on the counter. Standing up from your spot you slowly bended down by Jughead whispering in his ear.

“You know if you ever need help Juggie all you have to do is asked. I could show some of my tricks or my bedroom” Standing up straight you got your food then headed out the door with a smile on your face knowing that Jughead was now blushing in his seat, and would call because he needed answers and you were the only one able to give them to him.

MariChat May
Day 6: Game Night
Words: 1,233
FF.net|AO3
 


“I want to play a game.” he says, leaning casually on his staff. Marinette keeps herself on the opposite side of the room, eyeing him with suspicion.

“I don’t like your games.” she answers, sounding quite unlike the strong Ladybug he knows she is.

“You used to.” he answers. She flinches.

“That was before you became a puppet.” she whispers.

Chat laughs, purple eyes gleaming and looking so wrong.

“I’m no puppet. I’ve always existed inside of your partner.” he seems to take only one step, but in the space of a blink he’s right in front of her, leaning towards her ear. “His resentment for you created me.”

He hears her gasp, and choke. It breaks off and a swallow works down her throat.

“I want to play a game.” he repeats. “I remember you mentioning that Wednesday’s used to be game nights… yes?” his hand trails up her arm, feeling her muscles tense.

“Yes.” she breathes out. “Wha-W-Wh-What play…. Game. Game do you play?”

“Hmmm… how about ‘Can you save your partner.’ That sound fun?”

Marinette shakes, he watches her bite her lip out of the corner of his eye. Her lip is trembling, it’s so cute that chat traces his thumb over it and revels in her whimper.

“You’re sick.” she whispers.

Chat steps back, grinning widely. He moves to sit down on her chase and watches in great satisfaction as she trembles and takes a shaky breath in. Her whole body is wired, on edge and her knees are shaking. She refuses to fall, knowing that’s what he wants.

“What’s your game?” she pants.

If possible, Chat Blanc grins wider and gently gets up to lead his princess to the couch. She sits, but puts as much space between him and her as possible. Not as if it would help.

“Say the thing that your partner wants to hear the most, and I might give him back.”

Marinette can’t hold back anymore and a stray tear leaves her eye. Chat resists the urge to lick it away, instead just watches it’s progress as she trembles. She’s muttering to herself, so low he can hardly hear it.

“Rules?” she finally asks.

“You get three chances, but if you say something wrong. You die. Because that means you never cared for him in the first place.”

“God you’re annoying.” Marinette murmurs.

“Is that one of your three?” Chat mocks.

The girl rolls her eyes, then takes a deep breath.

“I miss us.” is the first thing she says. Looking beaten down and tired. “I’m sick of fighting you. And I want you to come home.”

“That should be three things, Princess.” he replies, but he can feel a jolt inside of him that wants him to just quit. Pull her closer. This is his Lady, his Princess, she trusted him.

“Two. Hawkmoth can’t give you what you want.”

He swings his baton downwards, but she splits her legs and it hits the couch between them with a loud THWACK.

When he looks up she’s glaring at him.

“Come on Princess, you’re supposed to get rid of me.” Chat says.

“I don’t want to get rid of you.” she says.

“Thats a lie.” Chat thrusts his baton at her stomach but she dodges to the side and redirects his weapon by sliding the back of her hand along it. Then she surges forwards, and Chat ready to defend himself puts his arms up. But she just wraps around him. Sliding her arms around his stomach, her legs tangling with his, and she presses her face into his neck.

He actually shudders, and it trails from the end of his tail up his neck where he can feel his ears go hot.

“What are you doing!” he screeches, looking desperately for his baton to pry the girl from him. But ramming it into the arm of the chair bent it and pulled it from his hand.

He squeaks when Mari adjusts her grip tighter and starts moving her face against his neck and shoulder.

“You’re still my kitty.” she whispers, her voice breathy and exerted.

“No I’m not, I’m under Hawkmoth now and you-”

He wasn’t prepared for the hand that had snuck up and scratched its fingers between his ears. He shudders, eyes rolling back and tail twitching frantically. To his embarrassment a half moan half purr is pulled from his mouth, and he can feel Mari’s smile against his shoulder.

“See, my kitten still loves being scratched.”

To his embarrassment he still can’t reply because as soon as he’s about to her hand moves and scratches behind his left ear. He presses his lips tight together, hands on her waist fighting with themselves. Push or pull. His feet want to move but she’s pinning them down with her own.

She finds his pulse with her nose, and then sniffs him. Actually sniffs him. Takes a deep breath in right there.

It’s so unfair.

“Are you scenting me?” he squeaks,

“My kitty. Mine. Hawkmoth can’t have you. You’re mine.” she breaths out.

His traitorous heart thumps in his chest.

Oh god.

He feels her pucker her lips. Not enough to really count a kiss, just enough to let him know that she could.

She could do a lot of things to him right now.

He’s been tense the entire time waiting for a surprise attack, but none come.

Her fingers are scratching against his ear just right before she moves her face and presses her lips to his jaw. Still not really kissing him.

She moves her hand, fingers clenching in his hair. He readies for an attack as she forces his head towards her. Perhaps a knee to his stomach? Maybe a knife she’s been hiding? Snatching his hand from where it rests on her hips to steal his ring?

All of those things seem more likely than what her actual pièce de résistance is a barely there kiss that she presses to his mouth.

Her lips are unfairly soft, traitorously inviting as she presses them hesitantly against his. She moves, sliding her lips against them and the dam of butterflies waiting in his stomach twists nearly painfully, then bursts. Sending warmth throughout his body, making him exhausted and shaky and warm.

When he pulls back to move, bump his nose against hers and get her to a better angle to hit a sudden itch she lets out a disappointed -well… he doesn’t want to say click, but a twitter or a vibration that comes from her quite like a ladybug- click and chases his lips with hers, fingers tightening in his hair.

It breaks his heart and heals it, sends his stomach doing absolute back flips, sends his head recalling and forgetting and remembering what it’s like to love her and every action she makes.

A purr like a motor, one she hasn’t heard in months starts in his chest. It rumbles against her chest and against her lips. She smiles against him, he almost sighs. God she’s cute.

She pulls back, and he tries to chase her again, wanting wanting wanting. But her hand in his hair keeps him from doing so. She smirks.

“My kitty will always have a part of him in you.” she says. “I’m accepting you. I love all of you, Chat. And all of you is mine.”

Oh god. So that’s her game. 

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Theo x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: hints of smut at the end, description of Theo’s injury


You found Theo slumped on the kitchen floor, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath, slowly healing. It wasn’t the first time you’d found him like that, in fact it wasn’t even the first time that week, sick of your words falling on deaf ears you stepped over him, fetching a glass of water before heading back to bed.

“(Y/N)?” Theo called but you just ignored him.

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