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A nurse has heart attack and describes what she felt like when having one

I am an ER nurse and this is the best description of this event that I have ever heard. 


 I was aware that female heart attacks are different, but this is description is so incredibly visceral that I feel like I have an entire new understanding of what it feels like to be living the symptoms on the inside. Women rarely have the same dramatic symptoms that men have… you know, the sudden stabbing pain in the chest, the cold sweat, grabbing the chest & dropping to the floor the we see in movies. Here is the story of one woman’s experience with a heart attack: 

 "I had a heart attack at about 10:30 PM with NO prior exertion, NO prior emotional trauma that one would suspect might have brought it on. I was sitting all snugly & warm on a cold evening, with my purring cat in my lap, reading an interesting story my friend had sent me, and actually thinking, ‘A-A-h, this is the life, all cozy and warm in my soft, cushy Lazy Boy with my feet propped up. A moment later, I felt that awful sensation of indigestion, when you’ve been in a hurry and grabbed a bite of sandwich and washed it down with a dash of water, and that hurried bite seems to feel like you’ve swallowed a golf ball going down the esophagus in slow motion and it is most uncomfortable. You realize you shouldn’t have gulped it down so fast and needed to chew it more thoroughly and this time drink a glass of water to hasten its progress down to the stomach. This was my initial sensation–the only trouble was that I hadn’t taken a bite of anything since about 5:00 p.m. 

After it seemed to subside, the next sensation was like little squeezing motions that seemed to be racing up my SPINE (hind-sight, it was probably my aorta spasms), gaining speed as they continued racing up and under my sternum (breast bone, where one presses rhythmically when administering CPR). This fascinating process continued on into my throat and branched out into both jaws. 'AHA!! NOW I stopped puzzling about what was happening – we all have read and/or heard about pain in the jaws being one of the signals of an MI happening, haven’t we? I said aloud to myself and the cat, Dear God, I think I’m having a heart attack! I lowered the foot rest dumping the cat from my lap, started to take a step and fell on the floor instead. I thought to myself, If this is a heart attack, I shouldn’t be walking into the next room where the phone is or anywhere else… but, on the other hand, if I don’t, nobody will know that I need help, and if I wait any longer I may not be able to get up in a moment. 

I pulled myself up with the arms of the chair, walked slowly into the next room and dialed the Paramedics… I told her I thought I was having a heart attack due to the pressure building under the sternum and radiating into my jaws. I didn’t feel hysterical or afraid, just stating the facts. She said she was sending the Paramedics over immediately, asked if the front door was near to me, and if so, to un-bolt the door and then lie down on the floor where they could see me when they came in. I unlocked the door and then laid down on the floor as instructed and lost consciousness, as I don’t remember the medics coming in, their examination, lifting me onto a gurney or getting me into their ambulance, or hearing the call they made to St. Jude ER on the way, but I did briefly awaken when we arrived and saw that the radiologist was already there in his surgical blues and cap, helping the medics pull my stretcher out of the ambulance. He was bending over me asking questions (probably something like 'Have you taken any medications?’) but I couldn’t make my mind interpret what he was saying, or form an answer, and nodded off again, not waking up until the Cardiologist and partner had already threaded the teeny angiogram balloon up my femoral artery into the aorta and into my heart where they installed 2 side by side stints to hold open my right coronary artery. 

I know it sounds like all my thinking and actions at home must have taken at least 20-30 minutes before calling the paramedics, but actually it took perhaps 4-5 minutes before the call, and both the fire station and St Jude are only minutes away from my home, and my Cardiologist was already to go to the OR in his scrubs and get going on restarting my heart (which had stopped somewhere between my arrival and the procedure) and installing the stents. Why have I written all of this to you with so much detail? Because I want all of you who are so important in my life to know what I learned first hand. 

1. Be aware that something very different is happening in your body, not the usual men’s symptoms but inexplicable things happening (until my sternum and jaws got into the act). It is said that many more women than men die of their first (and last) MI because they didn’t know they were having one and commonly mistake it as indigestion, take some Maalox or other anti-heartburn preparation and go to bed, hoping they’ll feel better in the morning when they wake up… which doesn’t happen. My female friends, your symptoms might not be exactly like mine, so I advise you to call the Paramedics if ANYTHING is unpleasantly happening that you’ve not felt before. It is better to have a 'false alarm’ visitation than to risk your life guessing what it might be!
2. Note that I said 'Call the Paramedics.’ And if you can take an aspirin. Ladies, TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! Do NOT try to drive yourself to the ER - you are a hazard to others on the road. Do NOT have your panicked husband who will be speeding and looking anxiously at what’s happening with you instead of the road. Do NOT call your doctor – he doesn’t know where you live and if it’s at night you won’t reach him anyway, and if it’s daytime, his assistants (or answering service) will tell you to call the Paramedics. He doesn’t carry the equipment in his car that you need to be saved! The Paramedics do, principally OXYGEN that you need ASAP. Your Dr. will be notified later.
3. Don’t assume it couldn’t be a heart attack because you have a normal cholesterol count. Research has discovered that a cholesterol elevated reading is rarely the cause of an MI (unless it’s unbelievably high and/or accompanied by high blood pressure). MIs are usually caused by long-term stress and inflammation in the body, which dumps all sorts of deadly hormones into your system to sludge things up in there. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know the better chance we could survive to tell the tale.“

Reblog, repost, Facebook, tweet, pin, email, morse code, fucking carrier pigeon this to save a life!

I wish I knew who the author was. I’m definitely not the OP, actually think it might be an old chain email or even letter from back in the day. The version I saw floating around Facebook ended with "my cardiologist says mail this to 10 friends, maybe you’ll save one!” And knew this was way too interesting not to pass on.

I think, instead of telling kids ‘don’t do drugs, they’re bad’ we should show them the opiate withdrawal patient I had the other day

25 years old, in jail for god knows what, cops bring him in with a lac to his forehead from banging it on the wall repeatedly. He is already handcuffed so we put him in an isolation room, with sliding glass doors. Because he is in custody we take everything but the bed out of the room. 

Patient is screaming the whole time he doesn’t want to be there (same bro) with blood everywhere from the head lac. 

5min later, I hear this sickening crash, I’m pretty sure someone has just run head first into the glass doors, because mate I’ve done that before those curtains are assholes, so rounding the corner I see blood all over the glass door, patient still screaming he wants out but is now banging his head on the glass. 

It takes 4 security guards to hold this guy down, he is absolutely losing his shit, screaming and flailing and has no idea whats going on. Calling out for his mom, for Neil (???), for a sandwich, doesn’t know what day it is or just refuses to answer we can’t tell, pupils 4mm and sluggish but thats how it was when they brought him in, so security cuffs him to the bed so he can’t hit the wall. 

Fastforward 10 minutes and he has dislocated/broken his wrist trying to get out of the bed and to the door, he has puke and stool everywhere, refused to take the ativan so we gave midaz, but that didn’t touch him. 

This guy screamed from 2-7, we maxed out what we could give him for benzos and he was extraordinarily agitated and wouldn’t settle and was only in the beginning stages of withdrawals. It was terrifying, but the thing that got me was after screaming about how we took the 20′s (from his underwear??) he was quiet for a minute, I thought ‘shit the midaz finally caught up with him and now were gonna need to intubate’ but he then screams

“I don’t want to do this anymore, I don’t want to be on drugs anymore, I want this to stop, I want to be clean, please someone help me”

And thats what got me. This guy was 25, had his whole life ahead of him, but got caught up in drugs and it was going to kill him, and he wanted out, but withdrawals were so bad that it was easier to keep using. 

Fuck telling kids don’t do drugs. Show them what its like to try to stop, how all your friends die from OD, how you are one phonecall-not-made away from death yourself, how you get to be tied to a bed in the ER and your nurses need to apologize to other patients because you can’t stop screaming and just shit yourself and puked the cookie I gave you and your body is on fire. 

Don’t just tell them not to do it, because that doesn’t work, show them what its like to try to stop, because sometimes fear works better than facts. 

Note: Throughout the day we gave him 4 of ativan, 27.5 of Midazlolam and 12 of haldol, and this guy still was still agitated and screaming and 100% inconsolable, and by that time the doc was like ‘we can’t give him anymore, but lets transfer him out before he crashes’. It was a fucking time

what if...

the winter soldier gets triggered but instead of hurting or killing people, he just becomes really passive aggressive and generally dickish to everyone.

  • he refills the salt shaker with sugar
  • “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to spill my drink all over your lap”
  • stealths through the living room and unplugs the tv 5 minutes before your favorite show is about to start
  • you think it’s just the tv remote and go to get new batteries only to find bucky’s replaced all the new batteries with dead ones
  • he deletes all your shows and timers on the dvr
  • but does it slowly, 1 or 2 at a time, so you just think something’s wrong with the dvr
  • can’t find your toothbrush. bucky took it to clean his guns
  • waits until you get in the shower to start the dishwasher
  • double dips in the fondue
  • writes his name on every food item in the house, even the stuff he didn’t buy
  • “this is my fruit bowl. no one is allowed to eat from it but me”
  • sees you washing a load of white clothes. throws his red shirt in
  • takes up playing the kazoo
  • best time to practice it is at 3 am. says it helps with his insomnia
  • all toilet paper in the house has disappeared
  • fills the candy dish in the kitchen with sugar free gummy bears
  • “i don’t :) know why :) you’re so :) upset :)”
39 Hours

Summary: When the reader narrowly escapes a known serial killer, Detective Dean Winchester shows up to work the case before it goes cold. But can he catch the killer before he strikes again?…

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 12K

Warnings: language, kidnapping, violence, injury, mentions of murder

A/N: Gruff Detective Dean…oh how I’ve missed you…

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WINNER’s beginning was different from the start as they were born through a reality program, “WIN: Who Is Next”. In the first week of their debut, they won three #1 crowns on music shows with their title track “Empty” and swept up all the rookie awards that year. The public fixed their eyes on the monster rookie that had skills, visuals, and the star quality and WINNER always put out results that met expectations. But a long hiatus followed which was unprecedented for a rookie group. A sudden piece of news that fans received during the hiatus was not about their comeback but about a member leaving the group. They became 4 members from 5 and they changed the formation of their choreographies and they adjusted the vocalist parts and they had to work hard to fill up the one empty spot. The result of this came in the form of their single album “FATE NUMBER FOR”, which was released on April 4th, 1 year and 2 months after their previous comeback. The moment the album was released, it recorded first place on iTunes Charts in 21 different countries and was featured in Apple Music’s “Best of the Week”. The fact that the public’s response to “REALLY REALLY” and “FOOL”, which are total opposites of each other, are addicting is just a bonus. WINNER is at their peak.


The response for “REALLY REALLY” is very hot. Do you feel how popular it is?

I’ve been told by people but I can’t really feel it myself. Just like it has always been, we just perform onstage and meet our fans and move according to our schedules.

During WINNER’s hiatus, with Nam Taehyun’s leave, the group became 4 from the original 5. Didn’t you feel like your responsibility as the leader was heavier with this comeback?

Of course I felt responsible. But I didn’t think things like, “I need to lead WINNER better so we can go to a higher place.” (laughs) I felt like I needed to do things instead of staying still.

I heard that you weren’t able to properly rest or travel for leisure during the hiatus.

Yes. When I didn’t have plans on making music, I was at home. Home and company. That was it. It was because I didn’t want to just rest. Even when I didn’t have any songs to work on, I went to the company. I felt more comfortable staying at the company, eating with my composer hyungs, and talking to them.

I heard you made “REALLY REALLY” and “FOOL” very quickly.

Composing for both songs came easy to me. For “REALLY REALLY”, I finished composing the melody and writing the lyrics while lying in bed in 4 hours. But I couldn’t figure out the best melody progression for the bridge part so I asked Mino to help me.

As a member who composed the songs, which member do you want to praise the most?

Jinwoo-hyung. I don’t force directions to the rappers. They have always done well with their individual styles and they know how to show off their own colors. But I was really surprised at how much Jinwoo-hyung’s singing improved while recording for this single album. The time it took to record decreased greatly. It took 30 minutes when it usually takes 2 hours.

Jinwoo told me earlier that the songs suited him so well that he was very comfortable with them.

Whenever I make WINNER songs, I compose so that it suits the members. It’s only possible since I’ve known them for almost 10 years now, ever since we were trainees. This means I probably can’t make songs for other singers.

I feel like you received a lot of stress to achieve such good results.

I feel like I don’t get stressed much but my body keeps hurting in places. (laughs) I still get migraines.

How do you relieve stress?

These days I reform clothes with Mino as a hobby. I usually relieve stress by going outside and walking under the sunlight. But I need to wear a face mask and a hoodie so people don’t recognize me. I wear black clothes to not draw attention to myself at night. (laughs)

How do you reform clothes?

I just fold them and stick them together and sew things together and cut things. I’m bad at sewing. When I have things I need to sew, I put them aside and when my mother comes to Seoul, I make her do it… (laughs) She enjoys it though! I’m usually really blunt around her so when I ask her to do things like this for me she thinks we’re playing together.

In the end, all the clothes you’re reforming are made by your mother.

No, that’s not it. I design the clothes and my mother sews the clothes. Designers don’t sew clothes themselves. Their assistants do it. (laughs)

You’re receiving good results after a long hiatus. Is there something you want to challenge yourself in in the future?

I want to hear people say, “This is what WINNER-like music is” even when we make music we want to make and not bother with trends. To make that happen, we need to become more known and further develop our careers. I think it’s possible with time. Personally, once WINNER becomes properly stabilized as a group, I want to release a solo album but I want to include all genres of music into that one album. When people think about the music Kang Seungyoon makes, they assume it’s only folk or rock music. I want to break that preconceived notion and put in dance, hip-hop, R&B, and even trot songs into the album. I’m just sharing my thoughts. (laughs)


You’ve succeeded in the variety scene. You received your nickname “Song Dumb” through “New Journey to the West” and you’ve become famous enough among the older generation that they ask for your autograph. Was it your wish to appear on a variety show?

Yes, I wanted to. Other than music shows, we weren’t able to have complete promotions and as time passed, the image of the group WINNER solidified into being a group that is hard to approach and classy. (laughs) I don’t mind that kind of image and vibe but I wanted us to promote more and become more known. In that timing, I received the offer from “New Journey to the West” and I had lots of fun filming it but I didn’t expect to be shown like that… (laughs)

You’re honestly worried as a rapper, right?

At first I was worried that my image would cover my music activities. But when I thought about it, what was shown on TV is my true self and it’s separate from the music I make so there is no need to forcefully hide myself. I’ll show myself as I am and I can show my music as it is.

In a separate interview you said that you worked hard to show rapping that overflows with energy without covering the melody. Maybe because of this I feel like your vocalization changed.

My vocalization changed during “Show Me The Money”. It’s actually a change that all singers and rappers go through. It’s how we find the voice we’re most comfortable with. When I first started rapping, I made up a voice and rapped in that voice. When I listen to the songs I made when I was in high school, my voice sounds like I swallowed stones. (laughs) Back then, I thought that was cool. But gradually, I’m finding the voice I’m comfortable with.

When you promote as WINNER, rapping is a component that makes up the vibe of the song. You must want to work on your own music since you don’t rap as much compared to when you promote individually.

Yes. The rapping I do as WINNER is one part of the song so the importance lies in the overall concept. But my rap style is made up of word plays and I pour in a lot of fun elements and enjoy my music so when I get the opportunity to work on my solo music, I’m going to do whatever I want. I want to go hard in my rapping.

Do you perhaps remember the first rap you made?

I don’t remember the lyrics but I remember what happened. The first ever music I made was when I was in my 6th year of elementary school. I went to my friend’s house and wrote my first lyrics and recorded myself on a cassette tape with my friend. I didn’t know anything when I was writing those lyrics. I just scribbled something and said, “Hey, but let’s still record it” and I recorded it on a cassette tape. I wonder where that cassette tape is now.

Out of all the raps you’ve made, which one gave you the hardest time?

The song that I had the hardest time making was “Shoot” for “Infinite Challenge: Great Legacy”. The overall concept was already set in place. The larger theme was history and the smaller theme was General Lee Soonshin. And the project was about becoming aware by looking back into the past and looking at the present. It was difficult to express myself within a fixed boundary. Fortunately, the end result turned out well.

You’ve had the name WINNER for 4 years now. Is there a time when you think you have some spare time now?

I don’t think we’re at that level yet. But the chemistry between us members is really good. We’ve been living together for a long time now so I think we know pretty much everything about each other. I know what my members are thinking just by looking at their faces. The member who is in the best mood today is… Seunghoon-hyung. That hyung has severe mood swings but I think he’s pretty happy today. (laughs)

Is there a specific key point you want listeners to focus on for “REALLY REALLY”?

Um… What a difficult question. (Song Mino mulled over the question for a long time. Lee Seunghoon, who had finished earlier came and suggested, “Didn’t you say you worked hard to change your tone? Tell her about that.”) The change in my tone can just be heard. I don’t need to specifically tell that to people… I just want people to listen to it comfortably. Comfortably. (laughs)


I heard CEO Yang praised you for making the choreography for “FOOL” in 5 hours.

I was able to make it quickly because I thought about the flow of movements. “FOOL” didn’t need complicated dancing. It’s a song that is close to the ballad genre so it wasn’t necessary to dance powerfully and put in a key point dance. The first thing I thought about was how I could make us look cool.

I’m curious about your process in making choreographies.

First, I close my eyes while listening to the song and draw a picture in my head. I imagine an overall picture while thinking about the mood of the performance that people would find cool watching us. After I imagine that, I make a large outline of how the members should move. After that, I make the detailed dance movements. “FOOL” didn’t need lots of movements but the formation had to change because we became 4 members from 5.

You’ve started promoting after a long hiatus. I heard you thought a lot about what kind of fanservice you would do for the fans.

The ground-breaking invention of Naver V App is helping many people other than ourselves, I think. I really want to tell Naver that I love them. (laughs) I’ve always liked making and planning ideas and content. I’ve had interest in making videos from when I was young. So I have fun and I like communicating with our fans through V App.

I feel like you’ve been overflowing with ideas from when you were on “K-Pop Star”. I guess you’re not nicknamed “Deputy Lee of YG Planning Team” for nothing.

I enjoy producing ideas. When I get told they’re fun, I get really excited. Usually, other artists go to the YG office building to work out or go to the recording studio on the 3rd floor and they don’t really go to where the staff members work. But I always go to those staff members’ offices. So when they see me on TV, they say that I look unfamiliar and that it feels strange. They say things like, “Why is our Deputy who’s always scruffy appearing on TV like that”. (laughs)

You have good fashion sense. You’ve collaborated with fashion brands too.

Let me just tell you that good-looking people like Jinwoo-hyung never get interested in fashion. That’s because they look good no matter what they wear. (laughs) I enjoyed going around used-goods markets and looking for clothes with my friends. Since I debuted and am earning money, I can buy expensive clothes now, right? I used to not have money so I couldn’t buy expensive clothes but I suddenly realised that the ultimate end to fashion was to personally create a style of clothes I like. So later on, when I have the opportunity, I want to create my own clothing brand, like Tyler, the Creator who made “Golf Wang”.

You’re a jack-of-all-trades. I was surprised when I saw your poem called “Flower Boat” that you wrote for your fans.

I just imitated something like a poem. I feel like my fans like it so much because what I feel for my fans can be felt from that poem. I’m not good at writing and I’m not talented.

What are you talking about? Your fans say that the lyrics you write are the best parts of the songs. Were you proud when you listened to the completed recordings of the new songs?

Yes, I liked them. Seungyoon is the type to listen to the music he makes a thousand times before the release but I don’t listen to our songs often. I say things like, “Why listen to them already when we’re going to keep listening to them after they’re released?” (laughs) But I was satisfied. I worked hard to make a rap that middle school girls could imitate easily.

How did you do that?

I made sure my enunciation wasn’t hard to imitate and the speed wasn’t too fast. And most importantly, I put in many breaks between the beats where you can rest. I imagined how people would sing and rap along. (laughs)


You’re famous among your fans for being very diligent. What kind of effort did you put in for this single album?

I kept receiving lessons while we recorded. I also learned contemporary dancing and thanks to that I became very confident. I used to sing quietly when we recorded but now I actively try singing this way and that. My singing hasn’t changed but my attitude has.

As the group became 4 members, your singing parts increased too. Were you not burdened?

I just recorded the songs comfortably. When Seungyoon makes a song, he thinks about our tones and the rappers’ tendencies. We record many songs and there are times when there are good results and there are times when there are bad results but when Seungyoon is the one who made the song, I never struggle. I didn’t put in any extra effort. I don’t need to because he makes songs that suit me perfectly.

When were you most excited while recording the songs?

I was just happy the entire time we were recording. I feel like learning how to physically express myself in a given situation through contemporary dancing made me change a lot internally. If I have the time, I want to continue learning contemporary dance.

Fans know that you’re a homebody. Do you still always stay home?

I don’t spend my spare time outdoors. I watch TV at home or I lie in bed and play with my phone. I used to play lots of phone games but I’ve stopped that now. Playing so many phone games made me spend too much money. (laughs) I stopped because I realised that if I kept it up, I would go broke. (laughs)

You must’ve watched a lot of TV during the hiatus.

I’ve watched many dramas recently. I especially enjoyed watching “Defendant”.

Who is your favorite actor?

Kimura Takuya. I love it when people tell me I look like how Kimura Takuya looked like when he was young. (laughs)

Who is your favorite Korean actor?

Jisung-sunbaenim who acted in “Defendant”. Did you watch that drama? You didn’t? You really should. I really love Choi Jinsil-sunbaenim. I didn’t know that I would fall in love with another actor besides her. Jisung-sunbaenim acted his character who would never let go of his deep sadness even in a happy situation and… Wow… Seriously…

You’ve acted in a webdrama before, right? I can feel that you’re greedy for acting.

Yes, I’m always interested in acting. I’ve acted in a couple of webdramas but I think they didn’t really suit me. I want to try acting a deep and heavy character instead of a light character. Of course, I am still very lacking.

But you’re the icon of effort. All the other members picked you as the member who improved the most.

Not just me, all of us worked really hard in making this single album. If you ask me what people should focus on when listening to our song, I want to say “all of it”. There is really no part that didn’t require hard work.

Then when is the best timing to listen to “REALLY REALLY”?

When you’re in a flirting relationship with someone. Or at the beginning of a romantic relationship, when the love is fresh. If I were to compare that feeling to a season, it would be Spring, which is right now.

When do you think Spring will start in your love life? I heard what your ideal type is on the radio. You said that you want to date someone who looks like you, right? A women with big eyes, a slender face, and is 165cm tall. Do these characteristics still hold?

Firstly, I don’t mind what kind of hairstyle she has now. But I would like it if she is shorter than me. Other than that, the general descriptions haven’t changed. But right now I will concentrate on WINNER promotions. (laughs)

Translated by @chrissy96_

Scans by @from1025       


Talk discussing how long it takes to get pretty good at something. I don’t know if it’s because I read the source material that first discussed the 10,000 hour rule, but I wasn’t aware that people were under the impression that it took 10,000 hours to just learn something. How fucking discouraging must that be for people to hear that. No, 10,000 hour rule is 1) discussing the average amount of time it took experts in their fields to get to a level of expertise, 2) isn’t a hard and fast rule, 3) should only be looked at as encouragement to study deliberately and understand that things take time. 

This guy posits that 20 hours of deliberate practice is about how long it takes to learn something and be decent at it. (~45 minutes a day for a month, even skipping some days here and there). Again, numbers are just numbers and don’t apply to everyone, but still cool to hear. 

Just sharing because I think it’s pretty neat seeing these things broken down, especially when he’s discussing strategies to make learning easier. It might not work for everyone, but since I’m always trying to learn stuff, trying out plans of attack is interesting to me. 

Check it out! 

Even Angels Sin

Originally posted by visual-17

Pairing: JoshuaxReader
Genre: Smut. Smut. And more smut.
Summary: He behaves like an angel when you two are around other people, but when you are alone, his personality changes. Nobody knows his true colors, but it is only a matter of time before his secret is released.
Warnings: Daddy Kink, public sex
A/N: Wow I felt weird writing this about my angel. But hey, I write what you guys want.

“Ooh, Ooh, I’m just tryna get you in the mood. Ooh, Ooh, baby just show me what it do. Now blow it like a flute. Ooh ohh. Ooh ooh oooooohh” You sang, making subtle eye contact with your boyfriend Joshua. Through the years, you had become very close with Joshua and all the other members. So anytime they have a group outing, you are always invited. Tonight, Seungcheol decided to treat everyone to a night in a karaoke room, and you being the extra person you are, you had to choose the most sexual song in the song bank when it was your turn.

Your turn was over and you took your seat next to Joshua. As for relationship, he usually took the “I’m a pure innocent child of Jesus” role and you usually took the “lol you said the number 69 I am dying of laughter” role. But when you two were alone, those roles did not apply. None of the other members new how twisted his mind was, the perverted things he constantly thought, or how fucking kinky he was. Yes, Joshua Hong, the pure Christian boy who went to church every Sunday was actually an avid sinner. In front of everyone else he would only go as far as to wrap his arm around your shoulder or hold your hand, but when you were alone, he had no boundaries.

“That was a very suggestive song you chose up there.” He said, cracking open a cold one.

“Yeah it was. I can tell you liked it though. And since when do you drink in public?” You asked him.

“First of all, I don’t approve of a young lady singing such a song in front of men who are older – and younger – than her, and second of all, I am not drinking liquid sin, I am drinking a Fanta Orange Soda.” He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Alright.” You said, making yourself comfortable as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“GUYS!!! JOSHUA AND ____ ARE HAVING SEX AVERT YOUR EYES!” Minghao screamed at the top of his lungs. The rest of the guys broke out in laughter while Joshua’s face turned red. To further your boyfriend’s embarrassment, you began to sexually moan as loud as you could.

“Uhhh…Oh Josh….Oh yes….Uhhh!” You sang out as the boys fell over with laughter once more. Joshua looked at you, his eyes were dark. 

“You’ve gone too far, babygirl.” He thought. He was going to wreck you. But not tonight, he knew you would be horny after this, and in order to punish you correctly, he needed to hold off.

“Well, I think that is enough for tonight. ___ and I will be heading home, I’ll see you guys before the concert tomorrow.” Joshua said, standing up. He firmly grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room and shutting the door. 

“Man…Josh must be on his period.” Jun joked after the door was abruptly shut.

“What the fuck were you doing in there, ___?” Joshua said, shutting his side of the door. You fastened your seatbelt, you knew you were in for a talk.

“Sorry! Is it a crime for a girl to want to joke around with her boyfriend and his friends in a casual manner? I don’t know why you act like such a fucking prude around them, because that is not who you are. Its actually kind of frustrating, you know that? God.” You huffed, crossing your arms and looking out the window.

“Are you talking back to Daddy?” He asked you. You did not respond and continued looking out the window. 

“Oh you are ignoring Daddy now? Look at me.” He said, turning your face towards his. 

“You are already being punished for what you did in there. Unless you want me to fuck you senseless while everyone watches tomorrow, I suggest you start listening to Daddy.” Joshua said sternly.

“What are you going to do, tie me up and fuck me on stage in front of all your fans?” You asked with a tinge of attitude.

“I will if I have to babygirl, so don’t test me.” He said, putting the car in gear. The ride home was silent. He was thinking about what he would do to you tomorrow and you were thinking about him fucking you when you got home. 

“Daddy,” you said, breaking the silence, “Are you going to punish me when I get home?” You said, wanting to know everything he was going to do to you.

“No princess. When we get home, we are going straight to bed.” He said, pushing down harder on the gas pedal. You huffed and looked out the window. Why was he always like this? One minute he is a pure angel, the next minute he is so dirty and sinful. He only shows his true colors to you, his best friends don’t even know what he is really like. It is only a matter of time before they find out, Joshua can’t keep himself hidden for much longer.

You woke up the next morning to the sun shining on your face. You sat up and looked around, Joshua must have left for rehearsal already. You checked the time, it was 1:00 pm. “Fuck.” You said to yourself as you hopped out of bed. You took a quick shower and got yourself ready in a matter of minutes. Joshua would be so mad if you were late to his concert. Rehearsal was already half way over, you needed to get there quick. You got in your car and began to drive to the stadium, only to be met with typical Seoul traffic. “God fucking dammit! I’m in for one now.” You said, as you looked at the never ending line of cars in front of you. The show starts in 2 hours, and you were 45 minutes away from the stadium. You picked up your phone and began to text Joshua. 

Me: Hey, I’m stuck in some really bad traffic. I might be late to your concert.

Joshua: Babygirl I don’t wanna have to keep punishing you. Get here before the concert or you are in trouble.

You sat in the traffic for about 45 minutes before it started to clear up. And as soon as the cars were moving at a decent pace, you made it your mission to get to the concert as fast as you could. You became one of those assholes who dodged and weaved through the traffic, it was almost time for the concert to start. 

You arrived at the stadium with 15 minutes to spare. You ran backstage to see Joshua, to show him that you hadn’t failed him.

“Babygirl! You made it on time!” He whispered in your ear as he gave you a hug. He pulled away and grabbed your hand, “Follow me.” He said. You were lead inside of the wardrobe closet, when you were both inside he closed the door. 

“Pants off now.” He said. You obeyed him and undressed your bottom half. He stuck his finger in between your legs, testing the waters. 

“Alright babygirl, here is whats going to happen. I’m going to fuck you here, and you can’t make a single sound, okay?” He said, voice deep and full of lust. You nodded your head. You heard his zipper unzip and you felt his tip teasing your entrance. Suddenly you felt a sharp slap at your ass, you let out a moan. Joshua’s hand covered your mouth as he pushed into you with one thrust, stretching you out. 

“I said no noises.” He said, roughly pounding into you. Your hands slammed against the wall as he mercilessly fucked you. One of his hands made a fist in your hair and pulled your head back. His pace quickened along with his breathing, you could tell he was close. 

“I’m just getting another bowti- OH MY GOD JOSHUA AND ____ ARE HAVING SEX!!” Minghao screamed as he opened the door. Joshua instantly pulled out and you yanked your pants up. 

“Minghao you used that one last night you can’t use it aga- OH MY GOD.” Seungcheol said as he was met to Joshua’s naked lower half, your messily pulled up pants and both of your red cheeks. Joshua and you were frozen in fear as the other members rushed over to see what the fuss was about. After about 30 seconds of pure terror, Joshua pulled up his pants and briefly exited the closet with you while the other members laughed. 

“Man, looks like we were wrong about Josh. By the way he was holding her by the hair I bet he is pretty kinky.” Jun said. 

With a red face and a hard dick, Joshua walked on stage to perform. You were going to have a long night ahead of you, but that is okay. At least his friends knew his true colors now, but god you would never hear the end of this.

Thank you so much @kpopadmin for the request!

High : Jack Maynard Smut

(basically jack & y/n get high and horny)

You got out of your Uber, walking over to the unfamiliar block of apartments. Your best friend Jack has just moved into his new apartment and so he invited you over to celebrate.

You have both been very close friends for a while now. You met him when he first moved to London, the night he had gone out clubbing to celebrate his move. You both got talking and discovered he only lived down the road from you. Since then, you guys had hung out most days apart from when you’re both busy or Jack goes away.

“Who is it?” You heard Jack’s voice through the little speaker after you had pressed the buzzer for his apartment.

“Who do you think it is?” You laughed.

“I don’t know, one of my tinder girls?” Jack joked. “Come up.”

You laughed at him before walking up the stairs. The apartment block was really nice and you could tell that Jack’s apartment was also going to be lovely. Thinking about Jack’s joke, it really wouldn’t surprise you if Jack did ask one of his tinder girls to come over just hours after he had moved in.

“Hey babe!” Jack greeted you at the door before you could even knock. He was wearing a plain white, long sleeved t shirt and black jeans. He had the happiest grin on his face which made you smile.

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Nothing More (Connor Murphy X Reader)

WC: 2804

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, Connor being awkward and adorable

Summary: Connor asks Y/N to the prom. Fluffiness ensues

Tagged: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: For every anon that requested Connor x reader and the one who requested Connor and the reader at prom

“Meet me in the woods behind the school. We have business.” I read off the card that had been haphazardly shoved into my locker. I gathered my things, still glancing cautiously at the note.

I wandered to the ‘woods’ (which was actually a collection of pine trees and an open meadow) and dumped my backpack at the base of one of the pines.

“Hello?” I called, curious as to where the person 'I had business with’ was. “Hi.” I heard a voice say suddenly.

I jumped a little and turned around, my cheeks going pink when I saw Connor Murphy standing there. “Hi Connor.” I muttered, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Hey. I see you, uh, got my note. Sorry if it was, you know, creepy or shit.” Connor said and I chuckled, walking over towards him.

“It’s all good. So, what business do we have?” I asked, curiosity evident in my voice. Connor started stammering slightly, his cheeks flushing a pinkish colour.

“I, uh, well. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go to the senior prom, with me?” Connor said, suddenly looking less like the dark and mysterious weirdo people made him out to be.

He instead looked like a normal, nervous teenager who was asking the girl he liked out to the prom. The fact that that girl was me hadn’t yet sunk in, but my eyes widened when it did.

“You want to go to the prom? With me?” I repeated, pressing a hand to my chest. Connor nodded hesitantly, biting his lip.

“I’d love to.” I said, and Connor’s entire face lit up. “You, you said yes.” Connor muttered in disbelief, a slight smile stretching across his face.

“You didn’t think I’d say yes?” I said, feeling a little hurt. “To be honest, I didn’t think I’d actually get this far.” Connor muttered and I laughed, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“Well, I should probably give you my number.” I said and Connor nodded, his smile growing slightly.

“You got your phone?” I asked and Connor unzipped his backpack, passing me a black iPhone. “Thanks.” I said and I inputted my number, handing the phone back to Connor.

“So, I’ll, uh, see you tomorrow?” Connor said, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Definitely. Hey, quick question. Why did you decided to meet me here?” I asked, looking around at the trees towering over us.

“I overheard you telling my sister that this was your favourite place to go to calm down.” Connor said and I felt my cheeks burn up at his words.

“Oh, uh, um, cool!” I stammered, trying to avoid eye contact with Connor. I picked up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

“I’ll text you!” I shouted, waving at Connor, who currently had a dopey smile on his face. “Yeah.” Connor muttered, waving half heartedly.

As I walked off, I missed the over excited first pump Connor did and the loud whoop that followed.

“I have an incredibly important question.” Zoe said, setting her lunch down on the table and sandwiching herself between Alana and I. I took a loud sip of my slushy and smiled at Zoe, my teeth stained slightly red.

“Ask away Zoe.” Alana said, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “What are you nerds wearing to prom?” Zoe asked and I felt my cheeks heat up at the mention of prom.

“I haven’t bought my dress yet, but I want something bright. Maybe something  pink or red.” Alana said and I nodded, remembering how good red looked on her.

“I’d go with red. It looks better on you than pink.” I added and Alana smiled at me, taking a bite of her sandwich. “Thanks Y/N.” Alana said, her voice slightly muffled from the food.

“How about you Y/N? I’m asking partially because I want to know, but also because Connor wants to know. You have no idea how much he’s fussing about this.” Zoe said and my blush darkened at the thought of Connor fussing over me.

“Well, I bought this nice royal blue dress the other day. I’ll send you a photo of it.” I said and Zoe smiled, nodding her head.

“Perfect. Connor, funnily enough, has a navy suit that might work with your dress.” Zoe said and I chuckled, running a hand through my hair.

“How about you Zo?” I asked, arching my eyebrows and leaning back in my chair. “I’ve got this pastel blue dress that is just beautiful.” Zoe said, spacing out a little.

“Evan’s gonna love that.” I muttered and Alana snorted, a smirk on her face. “Damnit Y/N.” Zoe said, her cheeks bright red.

“She’s got a point, Zoe. You know that boy has a thing for the colour blue.” Alana added, her eyes briefly flicking to the table where Evan and Jared sat, deep in discussion. I took a quick bite of my sushi, and

“You guys suck!” Zoe exclaimed, and was only met with laughter from us. “Whatever Zoe.” Alana said and Zoe buried her head in her hands.

“We should totally all get ready before prom. It’ll be so much fun.” I said and Alana nodded. “Sounds great. Whose house should we do it at?” Alana asked and Zoe lifted her head up.

“We could kick Connor out for a while and get ready at my place. I do, after all, have the biggest bathroom out of all of us.” Zoe said and I looked over at Alana, almost for confirmation.

“Perfect. I should probably get going, but I’ll see you guys after lunch.” Alana said, waving at us as she left.

“You know, Connor has never been one for displaying any emotion other than rage, but he’s actually been as close to happy this week as I’ve ever seen him.” Zoe said and I hid my red face behind my even redder slushy.

“Well, I, uh.” I stammered and Zoe chuckled, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Connor really likes you, Y/N, and I can tell you really like him as well. You’re my best friend.” Zoe said and I blushed darker, the slushy incredibly ineffective at masking my blush.

“Thanks Zoe. We should, uh, go get to class.” I said, draining the rest of my drink. “Sure.” Zoe said, smiling widely at me. 

“You know what sounds good?” Zoe said as we walked to our maths classroom. “What?” I asked curiously, shifting my books around in my arms a little.

“Y/N Murphy.” Zoe said, smirking widely. I groaned, punching Zoe’s shoulder with my free hand. “I hate you so much right now.”

Prom night had finally rolled around after two weeks of agonising waiting, and I knocked on Zoe’s door, my dress and assorted accessories in a bag I was holding.

The door swung open to reveal a slightly grumpy Connor, whose face lit up when he saw me. “Hey Y/N. Um, come in.” He said, inviting me inside with a sweeping gesture.

“Thanks.” I said, looking around at the Murphy household. It was obvious that the Murphy’s had money, because the house was elegantly decorated with various artworks, and there was a rather large chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“Woah.” I muttered, and Connor grimaced. “It’s nothing too fancy.” He said and my eyes widened. “This is some ballroom shit right here.” I said, pointing at the chandelier.

Connor chuckled and pointed towards the stairs. “Zoe’s room is upstairs. You’ll find it easily, because it’s the door that has Zoe written on it.” Connor said and I laughed, heading towards the stairs.

“Thanks Connor.” I said, waving at him as I walked up to Zoe’s room. I did find the door easily, and I knocked on it before entering.

“Y/N!” Zoe said excitedly, pulling me into a tight hug. “Hey Zoe!” I said, returning the hug as best I could.

“Great. Now that we’re all here, we can start getting ready!” Alana said enthusiastically, her dark hair pulled into a tight ponytail.

“Dresses on ladies.” Zoe said, putting her hands on her hips. I unzipped my bag and ran a hand over the fabric of the dress, letting out a sigh as I took it out of the bag.

I quickly pulled off my shirt and jeans, and slipped on the elegant dress. “I need some help with my zip, you guys.” I said and Alana chuckled.

“I got it.” Alana said. I smiled at her and she moved over towards me.

She did up the zipper, and I caught a glance of my reflection in the mirror. I gasped, realising just how good I looked.

“Oh my god.” I muttered and the girls chuckled, nodding their heads. “Oh my god indeed. Connor is going to flip his shit when he sees you.” Zoe said and my cheeks flushed bright red.

“Shut up.” I muttered, fiddling with a stray lock of hair. “I’m serious. You look hot.” Zoe said, winking dramatically at me.

“You guys still aren’t dressed.” I said, gesturing to my two friends. “Easy fix.” Zoe said, before pulling her clothes off quickly. Alana did the same, and soon they were both in their dresses.

We quickly put on our jewellery and shoes, and I was kinda grateful for the extra height the heels gave me.

Hair and makeup took a while, which I expected would happen, but somehow I felt like only a minute had passed. Not 2 and a half hours.

“We all look so good, oh my god.” Alana said and we chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Amen to that.” Zoe muttered, her hair hanging in loose curls.

“Well, prom starts in half an hour, so if we want to get photos we should do them now.” Alana said and I nodded, fiddling with the skirts of my dress nervously.

We all walked downstairs, and I heard Cynthia fawning over us. “You girls all look wonderful.” She said, pulling us all into a hug. I chuckled and smiled at Cynthia, who looked like she was going to cry.

“Boys! You can come in now.” She shouted and I heard footsteps come up from the basement. Evan entered first, and he was wearing a black tux with a blue shirt that matched the colour of Zoe’s dress.

He stood there awkwardly, his jaw dropped so low it almost hit the floor. “I, uh, you, woah.” Evan stuttered, walking over to Zoe.
She blushed and fiddled with her dress, shooting Evan a shy smile. “Thanks Evan.” She said, giggling slightly.

Evan’s cheeks went pink and I chuckled, smiling brightly at Zoe. “It’s, uh, it’s no problem Zoe. Really, I mean, um.” Evan stammered, scratching the back of his neck.

“Holy shit.” I heard a voice murmur, and I wheeled around to see Connor, wearing, as promised, a navy suit with his hair pulled back in a bun. “Hi.” I squeaked out, my cheeks already pink.

“Y/N, you. You look gorgeous.” Connor said, walking closer to me. I took a deep breath and took one of his hands in mine, watching intently as his cheeks began to gain colour.

“You look… very good.” I said, gesturing to Connor with my hand. “Thanks.” He said, letting out a breathy laugh.

Cynthia interrupted our conversation suddenly to let us know it was picture time, and I giggled at Connor’s look of pure embarrassment.

I squeezed his hand supportively and he shot me a smile in return. We took the pictures, and I had to admit, they turned out pretty well.

We were all piled into a car, and Cynthia drove us to the school as fast as legally possible. “Have fun, and I’ll pick you up at 10, ok?” She said and we all nodded as we exited the vehicle.

“Well, here we are.” I muttered, surveying the bursting gym hall. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Anyone else want one?” Connor said and I nodded.

“Anyone else?” Connor said but no one else responded. I slipped my hand into Connor’s and walked beside him, not trusting myself to stray from him.

“I really did mean what I said at home. You look stunning.” Connor whispered into my ear and I shuddered, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck raise up.

“Thanks. Not many people other than my parents have complimented me, so that really means a lot.” I said, and Connor squeezed my hand gently.

“You deserve to hear that, Y/N.” Connor said as he poured two cups of punch. “For the lovely lady.” Connor said, passing me a red cup.

“Thanks.” I said, taking a sip of the drink. Connor slipped his hand out of mine and I frowned, but when I felt his hand rest on the small of my back I nearly gasped.

“You wanna sit down somewhere?” Connor asked, his voice raising slightly to combat the noise of the hall. “Sure.” I replied, smiling softly at him.

His hand was still on my lower back as he navigated us to the bleachers, which were pretty much empty. “Here we are.” Connor said, making a sweeping gesture with his hand.

I chuckled and sat down, already feeling a little tired. “You ok?” Connor asked, noticing the shift in my demeanour.  

“Just a little tired. I wants actually planning on coming, you know.” I said and Connor frowned slightly, his brow furrowing. “Why’s that?” He asked, setting his drink down on the seat.

I let out a sigh and crossed my legs, trying not to crush the material of the dress.

“This whole gig has never been my scene. Dancing, lots of people, couples everywhere. Not to mention the fact that I hate staying up past 9:30.” I said and Connor snorted, a strand of hair escaping his bun.

“I totally get it. I’m not a big fan of the whole prom idea either, but you looked so shocked when I asked you to go with me. It was kinda cute.” Connor said, muttering the last part.

My cheeks went pink and Connor chuckled, moving closer to me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, and I stiffened slightly.

I let out a sigh and relaxed into the embrace, tentatively resting my head in the crook of Connor’s neck.

We sat like that for a while. Not talking, just enjoying each other’s company. “You wanna dance?” Connor asked, suddenly interrupting the comforting silence.

“I, uh, sure.” I said, stammering slightly. If there was one thing I was not, it was a dancer. It was as if the DJ had sensed our intentions, and the song transitioned from an upbeat pop song to a slower ballad.

“I think this should be a good time to tell you that I really can’t dance. Like, I don’t know how to.” I said and Connor smiled at me, leading me onto the dance floor.

“I mean, I kinda tap danced for a while when I was a kid, so this shouldn’t be too hard, right?” Connor said and I gaped a little.

“I never knew you could tap dance.” I muttered and Connor chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. My breath hitched slightly and Connor’s smile widened.

“I’ll have to show you sometime. Also, I think your arms go around my neck.” Connor said and I nodded, tentatively doing as he instructed.

We slowly swayed along to the music, not really moving anywhere. “This isn’t too bad.” I muttered, focusing on not trampling Connor’s toes.

“Agreed.” Connor said, his eyes twinkling in the slightly pink light of the gym. I took a deep breath and bravely moved closer to Connor, pressing my chest flush against his.

“Y/N.” Connor whispered, his breath fanning across my face. I let out a shaky breath and looked right at him, noticing that his hair looked almost red in the light.

“Connor.” I said, my eyes briefly darting to his lips. Connor must have caught on, and he surged forward, pressing his lips to mine.

His lips were slightly chapped and tasted like the punch we had drunk beforehand. We stopped swaying and focused on nothing but each other, our lips moulded together perfectly.

Connor pulled away slowly, his eyes half closed. “Woah.” He muttered and I laughed softly, nodding my head. “Agreed.” I said, taking my hands from around his neck and resting them on his chest.

“How about we get out of here? I’ll text mom and the others and let them know, and then we could just go get something to eat. Maybe watch a movie?” Connor said and my smile widened.

I brought him into another kiss, this one shorter but somehow sweeter. When Connor pulled away, his smile had morphed into a loveable, dorky one. “I’d love nothing more.”

Meeting Colin

Sitting across from him chatting like four feet away was small time intimidating. He was pretty nervous at first too, he does that scratch behind the ear thing and gets sheepish, but he got more comfortable as time went on. Only 30 minutes but it was enough time for everyone to ask 2-ish questions then we took group pics with everyone’s phone, we switched places every time so each of us could sit next to him for ours. :) We were told not to post about it but… sue me (and f them for reasons I won’t go into publicly)

1) My first question went something like this: I work in advertising as an art director but I do illustration mostly for my own enjoyment and don’t really like for it to crossover into ‘work’. I am curious about whether because music is like your cool hobby if it was at all uncomfortable for you to sing in an episode, would you rather keep it separate from your day job?

Colin said not at all, he loves making music. He said he never considered himself a singer and wasn’t the singer until for reasons he ended up doing it. Which I replied ‘well you are very good’. This was nodded to by all in the room. :) I wish he would do more recording, maybe if we all write letters.

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anonymous asked:

How would the paladins react to their S/o taking a lethal hit for them? Like they jump in front of a laser that was going to hit them.

WARNING: this is pretty gruesome and kind of a bit too realistic. but trigger warning for death, blood, and sickness


•the fact that you were even stood alongside him during battle was terrifying to Shiro
•he only wished the best for you, and would never want you to be hurt. ever. like literally ever.
•upon seeing you battling a soldier feet away, it appeared that you were handling it very very well
•"that’s my y/n" sjdjjsjskskskks
•sadly, because he underestimated that situation, ensue the fright
•he didn’t notice it until he heard Pidge scream, and Hunk yell “no!”
•he kicked the soldier he was fighting directly in the chest, and sent them flying.
•he turned.
•you know how some people say, when certain things happen, everything goes in slow motion?
•he turned, and there you were, still managing to remain on your feet despite the gaping hole directly through your stomach.
•his heart skipped a beat, and he lost another part of himself
•out of all the things this war could’ve taken from him, it had to be you, didn’t it?
•he couldn’t cry. he wanted to, so badly, but it appeared that his tears would rather stay locked up.
•he ended up catching you before you fell to the ground and as much as the blood made him jumpy, it didn’t matter in the moment
•the amount of blood was horrific, when he first had you in his arms your back was against his legs
•but when he put you to the ground, buckets of blood covered his armor to the point that he couldn’t even see the black parts anymore
{next one is kind of yuck and probably too detailed but this is what happens when you get a laser shot through you!!!!!}
•not only was it bloody, but everything about this was something even Shiro had never seen
•when the laser shot through you, the guts were taken with it. and when you fell to the ground, chunks left over were slipping off of Shiro’s knees
•he was absolutely terrified and this was
something no healing pod could ever fix
•still wasn’t crying though, despite the fact he was begging for you to open your eyes even though the hole in your chest was big enough to feet his feet in
•cried later on after they buried you on a planet the two of you visited a long time ago {that you absolutely adored because of scenery}
•the others have been traumatized ever since, and Pidge created an auto barrier that detects deadly forces five feet away {laser/bullets; this is only when it could be a fatal wound such as yours}
•Keith vowed to find who did that to you but has come up with nothing since


•the equivalent to punching a puppy
•sort of a stun laser type gun was what killed you
•you leaped in front at the perfect time, call that good timing
•basically Pidge heard your agonized and strained groaning and when they turned, you were thrashing on the ground
•purple flashed around your whole body and when Pidge started going toward you…
•Lance had no choice but to tackle Pidge, to refrain Pidge from touching you
•Hunk ends up coming though, and having been your best friend for such a long time he grabbed both of your arms and was therefore shocked as well
•that was a good thing though, it didn’t effect him as much as it did you but it did even out the pain
•you ended up going unconscious, while Hunk did as well.
•Pidge was screaming crying while Lance had his arms wrapped around them, pulling them as far from you as possible
•once you went unconscious, and the shocks disappeared, he waited a few and then let Pidge go
•Pidge ran to your side and bawled, lifting you into their grasp as they tried so terribly hard to drag you to the castle {arriving soon}
•they put you in a pod, as well as Hunk, Hunk awoke only a day later, but you never did
•they kept you in there, but you later died due to complications, those complications being cardiac arrest and a heart attack
•Pidge couldn’t find a way to open the pod themself, and was slamming their fists against the glass and crying their eyes out
•Pidge was traumatized for so long because they were right there when it happened, they had to watch you thrash about while being held back
•after burying you, Pidge would visit as much as possible and cry over your grave, wishing to have one more chance so the two of you could go home together


•thanks, my chest burns
•this was a lot worse than the others in my opinion
•but to make a long story short, the two of you were in a ship releasing prisoners
•you were caught by a galra, who was legitimately twice your size
•and by caught, I mean, they grabbed you with their huge hand and lifted you into the air
•at that point the prisoners didn’t matter to the soldier, his focus was on you
•Lance was told by Shiro what was happening, and he ran for his life.
•ran so fast that he tripped many times, and once he got there his heart dropped. Seeing something was a lot worse than hearing its description.
{this is descriptive and violent as well so warning} he expected to see you get crushed, but instead, the Galran squeezed your body and spiked you into the far end of the hallway, you bounced like a bouncy ball and finally rolled into a stop.
•Lancd shouted his battle cry and shot the Galran directly in the center of his face, knocking him down instantly
•Shiro was shouting, already sprinting down to you, you were thrown the length of over half a football field
•Lance came running as well, faster than he did when he was coming to your safety, he picked up your strangely set body before gently placing you back down. hands clutched against his mouth and face because he just couldn’t look at your mangled body anymore.
•he cried for so long. He cried when he heard what was happening. when you went flying, when he shot the soldier, when he was running to you.
•when he went home.
•Shiro told him that if it wasn’t for you, Lance would be dead. if it wasn’t for you, that soldier would’ve been on his way to do the same thing to Lance.
•you stopped him though, the Galran had said something cruel before his threat to kill Lance and you acted
•"I’m gonna go stomp that worthless bug to smithereens. he isn’t needed anyway.“
•you told him, that you were the worthless one, and killing Lance would only get him (the soldier) killed. Lancewas a paladin, a reliable form of information, Haggar would want him.
•Lance cried over you every night and ‘talks to you’ he wears your necklace at all times in whatever way he can


•you had actually died during the night, when everyone was sleeping.
•earlier during the day, the castles system shut down temporarily. Thus giving the chance to anyone to enter, and someone did, they stayed hidden in one of many rooms inside and waited
•on earth, it would’ve been 2:38AM when you passed
•at 1:56AM you awoke from your terrible sleep and began roaming the halls
•at 2AM you heard mumbling and slight clicks of armor patting the ground and seemingly on its way toward Hunk’s room. The first in the corridor.
•and at 2:16AM, you fought for 10 minutes. before getting a blade to your side.
•the soldier took the blade out, and in a last fit of effort you ran to the nearest escape pod. and dodged the assassins leap. the dodge was an accident though, you basically were on the verge of passing out.
•you fell beside the wall, and slammed the button. Launching the pod into space as you collapsed, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open, only for your heart to stop, eyes wide.
•Keith found you, dry eyed and mid yawn and screamed for the others, his heart was broken and it broke even more when he saw the look on Hunk’s face
•Hunk was the saddest anyone had ever seen him, including Lance who has known him since kindergarten.
•Hunk reached the corner and turned, seeing Keith beside you as you lay against the wall, a pool of blood surrounding you
•he fell to his knees, the blood spreading and splashing onto Keith’s shirt. hunk grabbed your shoulders and held you to his chest, crying silently and letting out strangled sobs.
•to the others who turned the corner all they saw was your face, eyes staring emotionlessly into nothingness and your mouth wide.
•Allura was definitely the second most upset about it, you were the only one that actually took the time to really get to know her, and even became best friends.
•they held a funeral for you and when everyone was leaving, Coran went to the alien earth that was marred and began speaking highly of you. the others joined as well, but Hunk insisted on doing it alone. he proposed to you while sobbing and then promised to win the war.
•I love Hunk I feel so bad for doing this to him, but he’ll never forget you and he’ll forever have nightmares

I’ve done something similar for this in a scenario!! so I’ll just make it so that you die in another way.

•and you thought this kid couldn’t get anymore locked within himself
•instead of saving him, you kind of just fell ill
•the thing is, you were sick for a long time but no one could tell, even you
•you sort of just, collapsed one day before entering battle and they all assumed you didn’t get enough rest lately
•until they waited a few hours, and after the paladins’ battle, Keith went to your room and slept beside you.
•when he awoke, you were still asleep.
•when he went to go to bed again, you were still. asleep.
•they put you in a pod and Coran asked to be left alone with Allura and Shiro while they discussed.
•Keith took this as something bad but listened anyway, and as he waited Shiro finally called him in
•"Coran wants to speak to you, alright? me and Allura are gonna tell the others what’s going on.”
•and he enters, and Coran is there, and he’s trying so terribly hard not to cry. he wants to look strong in front of Keith so that he’d be the one to comfort him. but it was terrible to lose a soul such as yours
•"I’m sorry, Keith, but…but I don’t think Y/n is gonna make it.“
•"oh…alright Coran.”
•Coran was kind of taken aback by Keith’s response, he expected him to cry. but with further analyzation of his face, he saw Keith was holding his breath
•"I’ll leave you two alone, son.“
•Keith nods in appreciation, and doesn’t exactly react the way people would think
•you’d think he’d punch at your pod in anger, why did such a cruel thing have to happen?
•instead, he sits down, legs crossed in front of you
•you were sick, but you looked so peaceful, and beautiful. as per usual.
•but inside of you, your body was infected, slowly being infected by things that Keith couldn’t do nothing to stop
•he kind of just waited for you, he wanted to be right there when you took your last breath. and he even begged Pidge to create something so you could be out of the pod. life support, like on earth, basically
•and they did, but you died 10 hours after. that didn’t matter to him though, he could see you and touch you and speak to you. you weren’t frozen up in the pod, you were talking. barely
•he sat beside you and would always suck in his sobs. sniffling every so often as he held your head to his chest and massaged your scalp.
•when you died, the dangerous clacking of Pidge’s makeshift monitor sounded. and in a fit of denial, Keith rocked back and forth, holding your limp body in his arms while gently going. “Shhhh. You’re okay”
•although, you didn’t necessarily save him. you did keep him going, after death as well. so in a way, I guess you could say you saved him. In a way.
•tends to speak about you a lot and not realize he’s still going until Allura wipes his tears, or Hunk and Lance lead him to his room. or when Shiro sighs, when Pidge begins to cry as well. or…or when Coran calls him ‘son’ and pats his back
•once stranded on a ship with a prisoner that basically looked like a mix between you and him. {they were half galra, half…other human like species} and he wanted to cry so bad but instead he decided to get to know this prisoner (they were just a toddler so they didn’t really understand what he was saying.)
•told them that you were by far, the best thing to ever happen to him.
•later asks Coran and Allura if they can take the toddler in and they do. sort of becomes a father figure.

Help Me Study, Please


Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Hey, I love your work and was wondering if you could something like where the reader is studying for a test and Mac helps her for very answer she gets right, he kisses her cheek? Or something fluffy like that please?

From left to right, laying in front of you were - a stack of notes, highlighters, three pens, the history book you so badly wanted to burn and a sheet of sample questions to give an idea of what will be on the test. Hair tied up in a ponytail, a glass of water sitting on the table and wearing comfortable clothes you begun the painful process of studying.

15 minutes down and so far only 4 out of 8 questions had been solved correctly, and that wasn’t anywhere good enough for you.

Mac strolled in at this point and saw the scattered mess on the coffee table. “Whoa, what happened in here?”.

Quickly jumping up, you didn’t leave Mac much of a choice as you dragged him towards the couch. He sat down and fiddled with the notes that were in his reach, you slapped his hand away so he wouldn’t mess up the order. “Your just the person I wanted to see”.

“Well I’m glad, considering you know I live here”. He jokingly stated.

You didn’t have any time for jokes and shoved the history book in his hands. “Please help me study? This random test got dropped on us last week is tomorrow, and I barely know any of the material. So I figured since my boyfriend is super smart, could he pretty please help his adorable girlfriend with these stupid questions?”. You rambled, and at the end gave Mac a smile.

He looked through the text and thought about it for a moment, before removing his jacket. “Okay, this is how we’re going to do it. For every question you get right, I’ll give you a motivational kiss”.

Eyeing him, “How come this feels like the kiss is more for your benefit then mine?”.

Mac gasped and made you giggle, “Are you saying that you don’t enjoy kissing me?”.

Leaning in you weren’t about to make a point when Mac placed a finger on your mouth. “No kissing until you get an answer right”, he declared.

Pouting, you resumed your previous position and motioned for Mac to ask the first question. He picked up the cue card and read out loud. “What year did the first world war start and finish?”.

Taking a moment to think about the question carefully, you hesitantly answered. “1914 to 1918?”. Mac put down the card and leaned in, pecking your lips.

Instantly smiling, he went ahead and asked the next question.

The study session went on for about an hour, the pattern had become ask a question, kiss, ask a question, kiss, ask a question, don’t get a kiss. By the end you had gotten 17 out of 20 questions correctly.

Laying against the pillow, your brain was officially fried from all that learning. Your legs rested on Mac’s and he couldn’t be more happier. Whether it was from all the kisses he got, or because he was genuinely happy that you would pass the test, who knew.

“I should help you study more often”. He commented.

Staring at him amused, “You’re just saying that because you got a kiss every time I got a question right”.

Throwing a pillow his way, he dodged it and pulled you slightly down. Hovering over, his hands tickled your sides. Squirming underneath Mac, you were laughing.

After you’d settled down, Mac pulled up onto his lap. “Next time you study we should make it for every question you get right I have to take a piece of clothing off, and for every question you get wrong you have to take a piece of clothing off”.

“So strip poker?”, you replied.

He innocently smiled and you reached for the pillow that you threw at him minutes before and hit him square in the face. Not being able to contain how humorous you found it, a fit of giggles erupted.

“Oh, two can play that game”. He grabbed the extra pillow and thus a pillow fight started. Climbing off his lap, the two of you chased the other around the house for at least 10 minutes straight.

Mac finally caught up with you, dropping his pillow to the floor he stretched out and took a hold of your waist. “Want to go study again, but this time strip poker style?”.

Seeing how much he was beaming for the idea, you rolled your eyes and said. “Just this once, and only if you promise no-one is going to know about this”.

Mac eagerly nodded and helped set up your material for round number 2.

“If I get an A on this test I’ll make you breakfast in bed”, you offered.

Mac sat down on the couch and responded. “If you get an A I better be getting more than breakfast in bed”.

Shaking your head at his flirty remark, you sternly answered back. “Don’t push your luck“. Earning a deep chuckle from Mac, he cleared his throat and begun asking the first question.

Instead of working

So I’m a supervisor for the front end at my store. Today we were very busy and had a call out so I jump on register to help clear out lines. When the line had died down and my other cashier could handle it, I shut my light off and closed my gate so I could run and give someone an override so their line wouldn’t get backed up. As I was walking away from the register to go give the override a woman walks up with her cart and I politely tell her that my cashier (who had no customers at the moment) would gladly check her out. The other register was only a few feet away,but this woman huffed and stomped over. After giving the override (it only took like 2 minutes) I notice the lines going crazy again so I jump back on register around the same time the angry lady is finished checking out. She stomps up to me as I’m ringing up other customers and says “I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you sending us all the way down there instead of doing your job.”

Apparently she thought I had just shut down for no reason…. Ahhhhh

5K Giveaway

So, uh, I kind of hit 5K this morning. Decided to wait a bit in case it was all porn and spam bots, but it looks like the number is staying! Anyway! Originally, I was going to write a new AU for 5K, but since I already have like seven AUs in progress that sounds like a terrible idea. Instead, I’m going to do some requests!

Rebloggers will have their urls placed in one of those internet selection generators, and three winners will be chosen to receive fic requests of their choice! (btw I totally stole this layout from @papalogia. It took me like ten minutes to find the post and probs would have been easier to just do it myself but fuck it.)


First Place: 3K words

Second Place: 2K words

Third Place: 1.5K words


1) You must be following me.

2) Only reblogs will count and you only get one (1) entry.

3) I will write nearly anything, except incest and pedophilia.

Winners will be announced on Saturday, September 2, 2017. You have until 11:59PM Friday night to do this. 


It’s Just A Word // Soulmate AU (Prologue)

Author: sumcp

Prologue: The Birthday “Gift”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 1728

Warnings:  Panic attack( trigger warning?), a little swearing

Note: So this is a Soulmate AU, but it will follow season 5a with minor changes. This series would not be possible without @honeymoonmuke, Hannah is the kindest soul and convinced me to just write it since the idea had been sitting in my drafts since I started on tumblr.

nodus tollens

n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.

11:58 pm. 2 minutes. 160 seconds. You continued to stare at the inside of your arms, waiting for the word to appear. The word that will determine what your soulmate thinks of you for the rest of your life, well if you find him that is. You ran your fingers gently over your skin, goosebumps forming at your touch. You bit your lip nervously, a million possible words flying through your mind. You could get anything, and you didn’t get a do over. 

11:59. In 60 seconds a word is going to appear on your arm, and it sure as hell won’t be in sharpie. You will never be able to erase the word of your skin, always a reminder of exactly what you are. Everyone says you can turn the other cheek, not pay any mind to the word, but how. How do you ignore what the cosmic universe thinks of you? You continued gnawing on your bottom lip, a metallic taste soon coating your tongue, but you didn’t care. 

“Okay Y/N. No matter what this word says, you are a good person. You are too strong to be brought down by  a stupid word,” you laughed as you continued talking to yourself aloud, “No big deal.. It’s just a bunch of letters etched on your skin for eternity and if its bad and you actually luck up and meet your soulmate they could totally disown you and you will live forever alone with 5 cats. Yep. Totally not a big deal.” You took a peak at your door, wondering if your dad was waiting outside. You told him you wanted to be alone when the word appeared, but knowing him he would come in and check on you regardless.

Stiles couldn’t sit still, his leg bouncing up and down nervously. He had been counting down the minutes, staring at his clock on his nightstand watching the digital numbers continue to get closer to midnight. 45 minutes, he thought to himself. He was brought of his thoughts as his phone started ringing somewhere from under his covers. He aimlessly searched the sheets until his fingers came in contact with a cool metal surface. He brought it up to his face, the light from the screen blinding him slightly as he pressed the green button.

“HAPPY ALMOST BIRTHDAY BRO!” Scott was yelling so loud he had to pull the phone back from his ear before he went deaf. He was fixing to thank him when his best friend since childhood went into a horrible rendition of happy birthday.

“Scotty if I wasn’t deaf before the screaming I definitely am after the singing.” Stiles heard his friend scoff from the other end, which made him chuckle.

“Ass. That’s not how you thank someone for staying up and singing Happy Birthday to you.”

“Singing is a strong word Scott.” Stiles didn’t hide the laugh that escaped his lips this time, and he heard Scott gasp in fake heartbreak.

“I am offended. I’m a fantastic singer.” Stiles was practically rolling now, tears threatening to spill from the corner of his eyes as he clenched his stomach.

“Yeah right Scotty. If your shower head could talk, it would probably kill you from all the torture of your so-called singing.” Scott laughed this time, and they both sat on the phone giggling like school girls over his comment. Stiles was pulled out of his conversation by a knock on the door. “I’ll call you back bro, my dad wants to talk to me.” He didn’t wait for a reply, clicking the end call button and putting his phone down as his dad walked in the room in his room, a sad expression on his face.

“Hey kiddo… I’m fixing to head out for my shift. I just wanted to tell you happy birthday.”

“Thanks dad.” He smiled at his father, who was still wearing the same frown on his face. “What’s wrong pops?”

“I just wish I didn’t have to work tonight.. It’s a big deal Stiles. You know, you get your word. I don’t wanna miss that.” Noah was shuffling on his feet, not wanting to look into his son’s eyes.

“Dad it’s okay. You’re doing your job, making sure the streets of Beacon Hills are safe. If you couldn’t be here, then that’s where I’d want you.” Stiles watched as the frown turned into a small smile and that made his own smile grow wider. "And besides, you gotta put in the groundwork right? The election for sheriff is coming up and you’re a shoe-in.“

“Sometime’s I wonder what I did to deserve you kid.” Stiles watched his dad cross the room, and engulf him in a tight hug. He hugged him back, not wanting him to leave. Stiles didn’t want to make a big deal about his birthday because he knew his dad couldn’t take time off, not in the middle of election season, but he didn’t want to be alone when the word appeared. “You know no matter what that word says, I will love you right?” His dad’s voice was barely above a whisper, but Stiles could hear the sincerity in it. He gave him a tight squeeze before pulling out of the hug.

“I know dad.” Noah patted him on the shoulder as he started to walk out the door. Stiles watched him get to the door frame, and he couldn’t stop the words that left his lips. “Be careful.“ 

“Always Stiles. Always.” His eyes connected with his dad’s and he just gave him a nod. They didn’t need to be any other words said, the look they gave each other conveying everything. 

You mentally counted down the seconds, no longer able to sit down. You had been pacing your floor like a caged tiger, looking for some sort of escape but there was none in sight. Your digital clock flickered to 12, and you stopped dead in your tracks. An echo rang through your head, an imaginary grandfather clock striking midnight. Your inner dialogue was screaming in your head, and the air became more soupy, making it harder to breathe. You felt the burn on your arm, and tried your best to catch a breath. As fast as the pain appeared, it was gone in a blink of an eye. You didn’t dare peak, your motor function’s incapable of working.

“Okay Y/N. On the count of 3 you are going to open your eyes. 1… 2….. 3.” Your eyes flew open, and down at the word written in a delicate font. You felt the glossy sheen coating your eyes as you stared at the 7 letters displayed on your arm, your thoughts scattering like an electrical storm in your head, too many short-circuits to make any sense. You stood in the room as the tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. You felt the muscles of you chin tremble as you stared at the word. It felt as if your entire body shut down leaving only static in your head. You heard your own sobs, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. Seeing the word took something out of you, something you didn’t know you had left to give. 

“Bro 2 more minutes. Are you ready?” Scott asked excitedly.

“I guess. I don’t know.. I’m more nervous. What if it’s bad Scott.. What if I get something like loser, or failure, or hopeless. If I actually meet her, my soulmate, what would she think?” Stiles mind was becoming hazy with all the possible words the universe could stick him with.

“Dude calm down. She’d be your soulmate, she would love you despite what your arm would say. 

“That’s easy for you to say Scott. Your word is selfless, what girl wouldn’t want that?” Stiles let out a dramatic sigh, his gaze landing on the clock. 11:59.

“Deep breath Stiles. I know you. Your word will reflect the person I know you are, which is funny and smart and kind.” A smile made it’s way on his face, and he took in a deep breath. 

“Thanks bro.” Stiles watched the number change and he felt a burning sensation on his arm. He closed his eyes, wincing slightly. 

“Happy birthday buddy… what does it say?” The phone slipped out of his hands and Stiles didn’t hear a word his best friend said, the only thing he was focused on was the word. The word that just flipped his entire word upside down. “Stiles?" 

He faintly heard the mumbled voice of Scott calling his name but he couldn’t pick up the phone. He wished for loser. He prayed for failure. He cried for hopeless. He begged for any other word, anything other than the 8 letters staring back at him. The panic started, his nerves jumping all together, and in different directions. It quickly became a cataclysm of ice water surrounding every limb, creeping higher until it passed his mouth and nose. He felt his ribs heaving as if bound by ropes, straining to inflate his lungs, that’s when the attack became absolute, shutting his body down as fast as punching a reset button.

Alright guys, anyone have a guess at what their words are? Let me know :)

You’re my shelter

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

General Summery: Betrayed feelings lead to a combat session that involves lip contact.Or the one where Alec stands up to his mom and the readers deepest desire comes to life.

Warnings: -

A/N:      For    Hello lovely people !
This one was requested on Tumblr but it got out of hand. So basically this was supposed to be a sparring session and stolen kisses but really it turned out slightly different because apprently characters have their own mind. Lydia was inspired by the new promo pictures so yeah here we go.
Happy Reading !excuse my rusty skills and potential mistakes, English is not my first language. Keep the requests coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x)


Originally posted by katherinewinchester

*gif not mine*

Being a female shadowhunter was by far not easy. It was still a male dominated business where women weren’t necessarily seen as successful or skilful. That was of course pure bullshit and you knew it. You were living proof. There was no one who was as good as you in covert investigations or let alone at firing a gun. Isabelle Lightwood and you had earned the men’s trust and respect in the Institute and even in Idris they knew your names. There was a certain pride that came with that and you hoped other young girls would follow. But right now, your biggest problem was something else entirely.

‘’ Tell me you’re joking!’’
Your shocked voice echoed in the small VIP room that you and Izzy were currently seated in, waiting for that long-hunted demon to follow your invitation.
You had been focused on the loud techno music blasting through the club walls, dressed in nothing but a tight black dress and some killer High Heels .
Izzy had been your parabatai since you two have been 10. You grew up around the Lightwood family, you had admired her older brother Alec like your own. That was until you grew boobs and he suddenly became something entirely else. No wonder those news made you forget about the demon.
‘’ Her name is Lydia. We met her last year in Idris, do you remember that honey blond girl cooing over Max? ‘’
You could do nothing more than stare at Izzy.
‘’ Mother thinks they’ll reproduce, and let me quote her, ‘worthy heirs’ . Bringing fortune and pride to the family.’’ The black-haired beauty snorted really unladylike while crossing her legs.
‘’ Alec wasn’t supposed to know until she would come to visit but he eavesdropped.’’
You crossed your arms feeling jealousy boiling through your entire being.
‘’ So he’s being forced to marry? ‘’
Isabelle smiled sleepily, observing you very closely before she shot you a knowing look.
‘’ He threw a tantrum . I have never seen Alec so angry and furious, he yelled at our mother and said things he would have normally never said. He left .’’
You have seen Alec angy before, but the oh so –composed Alec losing it?
‘’ What do you mean with he left?’’
‘’He left.’’ Izzy shrugged. You could clearly see the pride sparkling behind her dark orbs.
‘’ He said that he would no longer a part of this family if we prided ourselves with arranged marriages. ‘’
He did what? You felt pride knowing Alec had stood up to his mother but that was quickly replaced by worry. There was literally nothing he loved more than his family and his friends. The betrayal he felt was most likely tremendous.
‘’I think he plans on crashing at yours since he moved out of this room in the Institute after receiving congratulations from the other for his engagement. .’’, Izzy said casually before standing up.
‘’Alec plans what? Isabelle ! Why haven’t you told me this earlier? You know I would have-‘’
‘’Exactly!’’, she interrupted .
‘’You would have gone looking for him cancelling this mission. As much as you love being a Shadowhunter, you love my brother more. Everyone knows, Y/N. That’s the reason Alec will probably seek comfort in you instead of in Jace. Even though he is his parabatai. But I can’t let you fail this mission if we both want to change our society from within. So get yourself together.’’
You knew she was right. You wouldn’t have spent a second thought about this demon if you had known what was going on. Literally everyone knew you liked Alec more than a brother or even more than a friend. You and Alec were really close that’s why you had made sure he would never figure it out. It would destroy your whole friendship and living without him wasn’t an option. So you settled for less, and that had been okay. Until today.
You stretched the material of your dress a little before you planted a determined smile on your lips.
‘’Well then let’s get over with that. I have a business to take care of.’’
Izzy snickered while throwing you a sneaky grin.
‘’That business is going to need a place to sleep, you know. And you have a king-sized bed if I’m not mistaken…’’
You laughed at that, rolling your eyes before opening the door to welcome your target.
‘’On it.’’

Isabelle and you had killed that demon, knowing you were supposed to report back to Hodge and the others didn’t keep you from heading home as fast as possible. Isabelle would take over the report not caring about what kind of expression that would leave with you skipping on your liabilities.
The moment you stepped through your front door you were sure of Alec’s presence. He had a key, just in case, and he had used it judged by that discarded shirt on the dresser. Not caring about those High Heels that were killing your feet you entered your living room, taking in the mess of displaced furniture. Your eyes focused on the man standing at the window, looking lost. Apparently he had used your flat for some training according to his heaving chest.
Alec turned around facing you not masking the anger and hurt that he was currently feeling. The great thing about your relationship was that neither had to talk to know what the other was thinking or feeling. He had never been a great talker, and you were always a great listener.
It only took a second for you to reach him , wrapping your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. He didn’t ask whether you knew he just pulled you closer and laid his chin on your head. Closing your eyes you inhaled his scent, familiar and soothing. It smelled like home.
You felt his arms tightening around you and all your worry and anxiety left your body. He was here, he was okay and he would figure it out.
A small sigh escaped Alec’s lips as he looked down on you.
‘’What is this? ‘’ A tug at your dress.
‘’ A dress.’’, you answered looking up. Why was he so damn tall?
‘’ Says who?’’
You laughed and shoved against his chest. Wait no, come back !
‘’Are you quoting Clueless?’’ you asked disbelieving while a smile was forming on Alec’s lips.
‘’Possible. You made me watch it 50 times, what can I say.’’
You snorted while stepping away from him and out of your heels.
‘’ A mission required these clothes. Now tell me did you plan on sleeping on the floor so you moved all my furniture to the wall or did you feel like redecorating?’’
You tried to focus on his face, but his bare torso made that impossible. By the angels, how good looking could someone be ? You trailed your eyes down his stomach stopping at the small trail of hair leading into his pants. God. You groaned silently telling yourself to get it together.
‘’ I take you don’t sue me for passing threshold without asking? ‘’
You grinned at him while entering the kitchen to get a glass of water.
‘’I trained. I tried to release a little of that energy but…’’
You didn’t notice how his eyes took in your whole body as you stretched up to reach a glass. How his eyes traveled down your legs admiring the view he was getting.
‘’Give me a minute, I need a sparring partner anyways.’’
You were missing the appreciated smile that was forming on Alec’s lips. He knew you only said that so he could release some of his anger. Your worry for him was clearly showing and the way you had allowed him to crash at your apartment without actually saying it supported the knowledge that he had about you being always there for him.

‘’ 1…2…3’’,you groaned while you tried to defend yourself as Alec’s limbs moved so quickly you almost couldn’t keep up. You changed into some workout clothes and switched from sparring to hand to hand combat training. You breathed heavily, focusing on finding a weak spot to bring Alec down. But damn, that guy was fast and his hand-eye coordination was at its finest. Telling him to pour all his anger in his moves had been a pretty bad idea, since he took that literal.
‘’Fuck’’, you muttered under your breath before you managed to confuse him by faking a punch and pulling out his leg finally.
Alec groaned as he landed on his back before you swiftly moved over him to secure his body on the floor.
His face was so close that you could feel his heavy breath on your lips.
‘’Pour it all into your moves, Alec.’’
He growled angrily meeting your eyes with stormy ones.
‘’Arranged marriage is medieval. You’re angry for a reason. Your mother shouldn’t have done that.’’ You placed your hands on either side of his face watching him comb through his hair.
‘’Any more motivational speeches, Y/N?’’, he teased you.
‘’Well, you just lost to a girl.’’ He scrunched his nose and that was the moment you could not hold back any longer.
In a swift motion you brought your face closer to his and pressed as soft kiss to his lips.
How on earth could a boy’s lips be that soft?
There was a minute you weren’t sure whether you’ve done the right thing. But the moment you moved away a little, facing him and noticing the glimmer in his it just clicked. Every puzzle piece fell into place and there was this certainty of no going back.
‘’ Losing to a girl isn’t a shame, Y/N. But I think I’ve found my motivation.’’
His voice was low as he shot up, grabbing your arms and spinning you on your back. He placed your hands above your head by clasping your fingers with each other. A nib at your lip before he pressed his against yours, moaning lowly as your tongues met. Making out with Alec Lightwood? That surely must be a dream. You weren’t the one to complain, though. You bit into his upper lip receiving a growl that was enough distraction for you to flip him over, grinning down on him winningly before you got up.
‘’ Enough motivation for you to fight properly?’’, you teased him preparing for his attack.
He didn’t disappoint you , Alec had you against the wall a second later. His face was so close that your noses were almost touching.
‘’I’m not marrying Lydia.’’, he said serious while looking in your eyes, searching for an answer.
‘’I hope not.’’, you replied breathlessly, hypnotized by the way his body felt against yours , his lean muscles tangible against your softer curves.
‘’ I don’t want her. It’s always been you.’’ Barely a whisper. But you heard him.
You swallowed, softly placing your hand against his neck.
‘’Please don’t marry her. I couldn’t bear it.’’, you whispered truthfully, baring your soul.
A soft smile was grazing his lips as he pressed the softest of all kisses on your lips.
‘’It will always be you.’’, cradling your face in his hands he kissed you until you heard a certain someone clearing her throat.
‘’ So I came to make sure everything was alright and whether my brother had a place to crash but I guess I just got my answer. Also, can I tell these news our parents, pretty pretty please?‘’
It was almost painful to avert your eyes from Alec’s but you managed and shot your parabatai an annoyed look.
‘’Can’t you knock? Or ring the bell?’’
She shrugged holding up a spare key.
‘’You gave me this, didn’t you.’’
You groaned, rolling your eyes feeling the low rumble of laughter in Alec’s chest.
‘’ My apartment has been taken over by the Lightwood siblings, God help me.’’


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Here have some Ninja Warrior Remy headcanons

  • He practiced for every single possible obstacle EXCEPT the paddle things
  • He was so confident he was going to hit that red button he had a plan for how to do it
    • He debated doing a slow-mo victory dance but ended up deciding to dab into it
  • The producers were so sure that he was gonna finish they were gonna show “The Olympic Ninja”’s whole run and had nothing to fill the time except showing his fall over and over
  • He fell so gracefully that some people thought he bailed on purpose (he dID NOT)
  • There’s a very popular shooting star video of his fall
  • He was so shocked it took him a full two (2) minutes to get out of the water and that’s only because officials came over to make him get out because the next run was starting
  • At which point he demanded a retry because “the sun was in my eyes” (ANW is filmed at night, he knows this but its the only thing he can think of to explain his fall)
  • His slider pyramid was an attempt to be known as “slider pyramid guy” instead of “Olympic Ninja failure”
  • Please save my poor boy from his Worst Day Ever™
Little Avenger

Pairing: Avengers x reader

Summary: you were to meet the avengers that day. They had heard you were good but they were surprised to see you in person

Author’s Note: I wanted to write a teen reader x avengers for a long time and I finally did. It will have other parts and would even have eventual peter x reader. It’s more of an introduction parts and has one of my most favourite tropes. The reader’s powers are energy manipulation. It’s funny and fluffy. Hope you like it! ( I couldn’t find a proper gif so)

Warnings: swearing maybe?

Word Count: 1558

PART - 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Originally posted by a-less-ordinary-life

Everyone was sat in the conference room, getting impatient with every passing minute. They had heard a lot about you and were finally going to meet you that day. Bucky was sat beside Steve arguing with Sam while Steve read your file, tony and Clint were engaged in a paper ball fight, Wanda was talking with Natasha as she made some objects float around, Pietro was zapping in and out of the room and Bruce and Thor were discussing something like the only adults.

Fury was seeing it all and took in a deep breath, the avengers initiative didn’t include him having to deal with superhero children.

‘can you all behave like adults?’ he stood up from his chair and all eyes landed on him. Clint’s paper ball landed on him and he glared at him. ‘she’s going to be here any minute-.’ He was beginning to say the sentence he had been saying for the past 15 minutes before tony interrupted him.

‘oh don’t give us that again!’ he folded his arms.

‘yeah, we’re the avengers we’ve got shit to avenge.’ Natasha looked at him and everyone agreed.

‘okay! I heard that but, if you’d just- ‘fury’s phone buzzed and he took a breath of relief when he read the message. ‘she’s here. where’s peter and vision?’

‘vision kind of drifted away and parker had some project to complete.’ Clint said.

Everyone straightened up, they were curious and exited to know who was going to be joining them now.

‘Steve, tell them about her.’ Fury sat down. ‘I am way too tired for this shit.’ He muttered.

‘alright,’ he got up. ‘so, she’s good at fighting and with weapons, she can also use energy to do whatever she wishes…’ he furrowed his brows as he read the last sentence.

‘I insist you hand us all your weapons.’ They heard a faint voice from outside.

‘I won’t.’ You folded your arms.

‘let her in.’ Clint shouted. You smiled at the agent in front of you.

‘can I go now?’ you tilted your head. He clenched his jaw but nodded with a smile. you pushed your glasses above your nose and walked in.

Everyone was surprised to see you, all of them had varying expression of disbelief on their face. they expected a girl but…older. you were wearing a black hoodie and ripped black jeans. A sword was strapped at your back securely and your clothes had some budges around you signalling you had more weapons; you weren’t looking like a normal teenager. Natasha smiled for she could sense you would be nice to have around.

‘everyone, this is (y/n) (y/l/n). she’s 15 and will be joining you.’ fury introduced you to them and you waved.

‘hello, it’s nice to meet you all.’ You smiled.

‘from now on she will be training with you so, be nice to her.’ He stated simply and left.

‘hi (y/n), how are you?’ Natasha smiled brightly as she offered you her hand to shake.

‘hi!’ you chirped. ‘I am good.’ You shoved your hands in your pockets again.

‘it’s a child!’ Thor’s voice rumbled through the room as he recovered from his shock.

‘everyone can see that.’ Bruce whispered to Thor.

‘well, before we talk more, would you mind putting all your weapons here.’ Natasha patted the table.

‘oh, okay.’ You took a deep breath. You first placed your sword on the table, took out the knives from your boots and the two guns strapped to your waist. Everyone’s eyes grew wide seeing the variety of weapons you had placed on the table.

‘all of it.’ She folded her arms.

‘fine.’ You muttered. You took out a tiny pistol tucked in your jeans and two mini explosives from your hair. Natasha looked at you with suspicion. You understood what she meant.

‘can all the men look away.’ You put a hand on your eyes making Wanda and Natasha chuckle. The guys obeyed and faced the wall.

‘were do you have it stuffed kid?’ tony asked facing the wall.

‘I have two explosives and a poison bottle in my bra.’ You said in angry voice as you reached for them. Everyone snickered or laughed except Thor and Steve, they looked down. You kept them on the table and took a step back.

  ‘that’s it! You raised your arms. ‘the blades in my shoes are fixed I can’t put them here.’ You folded your arms.

 ‘you all can look now.’ Wanda said and the guys turned to you again.

  ‘how did you stuff it all in there?’ Bucky examined a dagger.

  ‘one of my talents.’ You shrugged.

‘hey, what about your powers?’ Wanda asked.

‘well, I can’t explain them just like that.’ You scratched your cheek. ‘I can show you.’ you looked at everyone trying to get a look of approval.

‘go ahead.’ Steve said.

You took a deep breath and moved your hand to summon your energy. All eyes were on you as a red light seemed to form in your hands. You made an orb and opened your eyes. ‘I can do anything with it.’ The orb floated in your hands. ‘I can read others energy, control people or any living being, I can extract their energy, I can channel my energy through inanimate things and do stuff with them, it’s weird I haven’t figured it all out yet.’ You juggled the orb.

‘what do you mean by extract their energy?’ Bruce leaned forwards.

‘I can kill them. You see, life is a form of energy, when I extract it from someone I kill them and that energy kind of feeds me.’ You explained.

feeds you?’Clint said in disbelief.

‘um, yeah, but I don’t do it with many people. It makes me stronger and I get high on it.’ You looked down.

 ‘you can also read energy?’ Sam asked.

‘yes, I can read minds and I can tell what kind of power a person possess.’ you made the orb vanish. ‘for example,’ you looked at Wanda. ‘you can read minds, alter it, and… you also possess telekinesis.’ Your eyes turned black as you read her. ‘and,’ you turned to Pietro. ‘I do not fight with my glasses on I wear contacts.’ You said.

‘sorry.’ He muttered

‘so what you can do with your powers has wide boundaries little one?’ Thor stood up and looked at you.

‘yes sir.’ You said.

‘you need not call me that.’ He smiled brightly. ‘I am Thor, of asgard.’ He said.

‘I am sorry, I have a habit of calling others either sir or mam.’ You shoved your hands in your pockets.

‘now that you will be staying with us, you can call us by our names.’ Natasha kept a hand on your shoulder.

‘that would be nice.’ You smiled. ‘it’ll be like having a family again.’ Everyone melted hearing that.

‘you are so cute’ Wanda pulled your cheek.

‘I am not cute.’ You kept a hand on your cheek and glared at her.

‘alright, let me show you around.’ Wanda held your hand.

‘I get my own room?’ you furrowed your brows and stood there as Wanda tried to pull you.

‘of course, where else would you stay?’ tony questioned and you shrugged.

‘I am pretty strong, little lady, you can’t make me budge until I want you to.’ You looked at Wanda and everyone laughed.

‘will you come, please?’ Wanda loosened the grip of your hand. You started to follow her before you stopped and she groaned.

‘I will get my stuff back right?’ you cocked your head out of the gate.

‘yeah. Go with her now.’ Natasha smiled and you left.

‘I like her already.’ Natasha faced the others.

‘yeah, she seems like a nice girl.’ Clint said.

‘you connect with her?’ Bruce’s eyes softened as he looked at her. She nodded.

‘I can relate to her.’ She said.

‘I still can’t believe it how she fitted it all in her clothes.’ Sam looked at the weapons.

‘you still are the shortest in the team.’ Tony said making everyone snicker.

‘you shouldn’t have said that stark.’ She looked at him.

‘uh-oh.’ He said before running out of the room. She ran after him cussing.

You looked around the facility in awe. You had never been in such a nice place, and now you would be staying here.

‘and this is your room.’ Wanda stopped and opened the door to a room.

‘whoa, I love it.’ You grinned.

‘my room is on the next floor; your room is on the same floor as Natasha and Bucky. If you need anything feel free to ask.’ She was blabbering on until she noticed you weren’t paying all that attention to her. ‘(y/n)? you with me.’ She waved her arm in front of your face.

‘yeah, I heard it all. Hey Wanda, would you judge me if I do something?’ you looked at her.

‘no?’ she squinted her eyes a little.

‘great!’ you jumped on the bed. She chuckled at your childishness. You sat up with a pillow in your lap. ‘I love it here.’ Your hair were a mess and you had a goofy grin on your face.

‘I am glad.’ She ruffled your hair. ‘rest now, I will call you when it’s time for dinner.’ She left the room.

You took a deep breath and lied on the bed. You were so happy to finally be around good people. You could finally use your powers for something good and not to hurt others or be someone’s personal weapon. Your eyes started feeling heavier, maybe it was the soft bed, or the warmth of happiness that lulled you in a peaceful sleep after so many tough nights.

Mr. Barnes (Part 3 out of?)

(A/N): Lord this is so bad

Summary:  Living in 1940′s Brooklyn as a crime lord is all fun and games until someone falls in love

Warnings: brief mentions of torture 

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Originally posted by coporolight

   Bucky took a swing of liquor, the liquid only soothing his nerves lightly. Ever since his second run in with (Y/N) he seemingly couldn’t get them out of his mind. At night their screams haunted him, made it impossible to sleep. Whenever he looked at someone he’d always see their face, full of hatred and disgust for him and he hated it. He hated knowing that (Y/N), that poor slum kind who’d only known for a few minutes, was scared of him.

   Bucky didn’t care about most people, hell, he didn’t even care about Dot but for some unknown reason (Y/N) was the one who got to him, made him question his morals and what he did.

   Bucky finished off his bottle and set it upon the table before him. He just needed some fresh air is all, being cooped up in his own house all day couldn’t have been good for his already wandering mind.

   “Dot!” Bucky yelled as he grabbed his jacket, averting his eyes to avoid the bloodstains on the wrists. “I’‘m going out! Don’t wait up!” Bucky didn’t wait for a reply before he was out the door, walking down the clean, orderly streets of Brooklyn. 

   It had to be 12 at this point, maybe even 12:30 but he didn’t want to go home, he didn’t want to be locked up, let alone with his own mind. At least out here he had the moon, the stars, the soft howling of the wind, the crunch of snow beneath his shoes. He had the creaking building and trash filled streets, he had the shivering homeless man on the corner.

   Bucky tried to ignore the man’s meek cries, his quiet little please for food or money. Any other day he’d be able to ignore the man just fine but tonight was different. Tonight (Y/N) was on his mind, running rampantly. What would (Y/N) do? What if it was (Y/N) begging for food and money? Bucky growls as he stomps away, trying viciously not to turn back and throw all his pocket money at the man.

   The crying began to quiet down the further Bucky walked along but he also began to realize that the houses were getting worse. The streetlights were dimming and the road was increasing in the state of deterioration. Bucky had never seen this side of the city, he’d only ventured as far as the slums but this was something worse than that. But what made it even worse was the fact  that in these building the lights were on, that meant some poor sap had to live in these sad, molding buildings.

   Bucky stops short in front of one building, one much worse that the other ones. The stairwell was falling apart, the windows and been broken and Bucky didn’t even think the front door had a handle. God- Bucky felt horrible for whoever had to live there-

   “What, you’re stalking me now too?” Bucky froze in his spot when a familiar voice pierced the air.

   “You live here?” Bucky asked as he turned on the spot, turning to look at the peculiar slum kid that had been stuck in his head for the last week.

   “Not all of us can live a life of luxury Mr. Barnes,” (Y/N)’s tone was dark and contemptuous, making Bucky wince. “How’d you find out where I live anyways?” (Y/N) asks, a hand resting on their hip as the other held a bagful of groceries. “You know what? I don’t want to know, I don’t need to be more involved in this than i already am,” Bucky’s brow furrowed at (Y/N)’s words, as though he was genuinely confused at what they had said. “Don’t act so surprised, we both know that having two mobster come after you isn’t normal unless you’re somehow involved,”

   “Well, are ya?” It was a stupid question that Bucky already knew the answer to but then (Y/N) scrunched their nose up in disgust (and oh so cutely) and suddenly Bucky was glad he had asked.

   “I wouldn’t stoop that low,” (Y/N) scoffed, “Even I have morals Barnes,“

   “So? What I do isn’t nearly as bad compared to some of the other-”

   “Beating people to a bloody pulp, taking their money, and destroying their lives isn’t bad at all,” 

   “I like to think of it as…as cleaning up, getting rid of all the dirt in Brooklyn,”

   “Well I think you missed a spot,” (Y/N) grumbled, “Try checking the mirror,”

   That night had been a long one, a long way back home to think about what (Y/N) had said. If anything had stuck with him through all his years it was those words.

   Try checking a mirror

   It got beneath his skin, messed with his head so much that on his way back he gave the crying man some money, told him to buy himself something nice.

   Dirt, dirt, dirt, he was the dirt.

   Bucky’s hands shook as he reached for a cigar but as he held a thick roll between his fingers he couldn’t bring himself to light it. Why did he allow such an unimportant being affect him so much? He was Bucky Barnes for Christ’s sake, he had half of America in the palm of his hand. He had ripped people’s throats out without batting an eye but suddenly the kid, (Y/N), walks into his life for a total of ten minutes at most and they had been able to deter him? Professional hitmen hadn’t been able to stop him so why could (Y/N)?

   Dirt, dirt, dirt, he was the dirt.

   “Goddammit,” Bucky grumbled as he turned on his heel, marching back to (Y/N)’s sad, sad home.

   His feet rattled the sad stairwell and when he knocked upon the front door it nearly swung open by itself. Almost immediately the door creaked open, revealing none other than (Y/N) themself.

   “Barnes? What are you doing back here? It’s 1:30 in the morning,” Bucky chuckled dryly as he paced in front of the door, ignoring the squeaking wails of the rusted stairwell.

   “What’s your secret? Hmm? No one has ever annoyed me more than you. I have had men cut me open and spit in my face and they didn’t piss me off more than you,” (Y/N)’s face contorts with confusion and anger but just as they part their lips to respond a high, childlike voice interrupted.

  “(Y/N), who’s here?”

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Of Books and Dirty Cash pt 13


Yoongi x Reader

Before you moved to live on campus for college, you had never heard of a librarian who had a reputation for yelling. But not only does Min Yoongi yell, he’s also dangerous, and part of something much, much darker. When curiosity gets the better of you, you end up involved in much more than you bargained for.

You can also read part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

It took you a full minute to process what the words said and meant.

Then you panicked.

You were out the bedroom door in seconds, running down the hall to the nearest door. You pounded on the wood, hoping against hope that there was actually someone behind it. In such a large place, you knew it was entirely possible that you were the only one on this side of the house.

After a few seconds, a sleepy and confused Taehyung opened the door. “Park Jimin, if you do not have a very good reason—Oh.” He finally opened his eyes and looked at you. “What’s wrong?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but when no sound came out, you just shoved the note at him. He reacted much faster than you had, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Where was this?” He asked carefully. “Do you know who wrote it?”

You shook your head. “It… It was under my pillow?”

Taehyung didn’t wait to hear anything else, taking off down the hall. There was a rushing in your ears, and even though you were vaguely aware that Taehyung was yelling, you weren’t sure what he was actually saying.

Seokjin was the first to respond, walking out of a room in a bathrobe looking thoroughly irritated. The annoyance vanished from his face however when he registered what Taehyung was saying. You followed the two deftly as they made their way to the giant staircase. Namjoon must have heard the commotion, as he made his way quickly up the stairs towards the three of you, followed closely by Jimin and Jungkook.

They formed somewhat of a circle, their voices becoming more hushed. You hung back, not sure that you wanted to know what they were discussing. You wished they would suddenly turn around and tell you that it was all a joke, that they were just messing with you. But when you saw the grim expressions on their faces, you knew that wasn’t the case.

“What on earth are you doing?” You heard Yoongi’s voice from behind you, and turned to see him stepping out from a door not far down the hall. His hair was damp, and he had a towel slung over his shoulder. “Don’t you people sleep?” He frowned as he walked closer, assessing the situation. Everyone had stopped talking once he made his presence known, and the silence was deafening. “What?” He asked suspiciously as he approached.

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