totally unpredictable

Jungkook: When you grind his thigh

Genre: Smut

Tags: sex talk/ blowjob/ kinky play/ dirty language

MAFIA AU

Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

First part: Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating

Third part: Jungkook and Tae’s mischievous plan

Characters:

You: The leader of a mafia organisation.

Jeon Jungkook - Master of burglary and a hitman. You were childhood friends but now he works for you. 4 years younger. Doing his best to prove that despite his age he’s the right man for you.

Setting: A follow-up to the first part of the story (Jungkook: When you catch him masturbating).


Sitting in your office and flipping pages of the documents that were supposed to be taken care of a long time ago doesn’t seem to be that appealing of an idea, but truth to be told, anything would be better than letting your memories of Jungkook’s desperate pleas and breathy moans fill your head. You shake your head in disapproval. They’re haunting you and they keep coming back even though you know damn well it’s so wrong. There is virtually no other word to describe these thoughts and the influence they’ve had on your daily routines since that memorable day. These thoughts have been so distracting, and much to your dismay, they don’t want to give you even a small break since that horrible and yet so ecstatic day. That day when you jerked off your adorable and oh so handsome childhood friend. Your worker. A guy four years younger who’s been crashing on you since he just as much as entered puberty… So innocently sweet… Hell, no. Without a doubt, Jeon Jungkook was anything but innocent when you caught him masturbating in your own bed. Once again, the mere reminiscence caused the beat of your heart to quicken unexpectedly. Words becoming blurry on the now creased sheet of paper. Wait a minute… Are your hands sweating?

Y: Oh, God girl… The hell are you thinking about again?

The question echoed in the room but there was nobody to give an answer to it. You’ve been staying away from that pretty and smiling face of Kookie for almost a week now. Fine, you’ve been giving him orders and made sure that he tended to some pressing matters concerning that flourishing (still a bit shady) business of yours. Providing, of course, that a mafia organisation can be labelled as such.
Nevertheless, you’ve been conflicted. It’s not like you doubted him. He’s never given you any reasons to question him or his feelings towards you. He’s been so caring and utterly devoted to you that it sickened your stomach the moment you realised that you’ve been acting like a fucking paranoid teenager. Funny thing… Maybe he isn’t the one who should try his best to prove his maturity? Another unanswered question…

You spaced out.
A knock on the door
And immediately you know it is him. It’s not like you have some mad clairvoyant skills but deep inside you know. You feel it must be him.
Three knocks. At first, it’s gentle but then it becomes more powerful and it speeds up. He’s never been the patient one, but he knows very well that loud banging angers you to no end. He’s not gonna risk that much today, although he adores the way your cheeks flush and the apparent irritation in your voice despite your best attempts to keep it all at bay when scolding him.

Y: Yes?

The door flings open and there he is. You didn’t plan to, you promised yourself you wouldn’t raise your eyes but sadly, they darted on their own in his direction. It was so quick, but damn you have a feeling he caught you in the act. The papers in your hand have never been more interesting than now. You could almost burn a hole with your gaze in this useless piece of writing.

J: I did what you asked me to. What now? Should I go and dispose of the guy? We’ve narrowed down his usual schedule and shit he does all day… I guess there’s no use waiting since he sure doesn’t waste his time stripping you of your money…

Y: No, that won’t be necessary. You’re free. I’ll have some other people deal with this.

A sharp intake of breath. Is he disappointed? Annoyed? You reach for another document from the stacked up pile resting on the desk.

J: I can handle this just as well as…

Y: It’s not to be discussed. You can leave. I’m working.

Your head ceremoniously propped on your hand, brows furrowed as if you were deeply analysing something.

J: As you wish. Is there anything else I can do for you, boss?

He’s angry. So angry. You can feel it hanging in the air. That tension that keeps both of you on the edge. Why is it so hard for you just to accept him? You’ve missed him so badly. Why can’t you say it out loud to that perfect boy?

Y: Are you deaf? I said you’re free.

J: Tsk…

Is this what you wanted to tell him? Your head up again. You can see his back as he reluctantly closes the distance between him and the doors. He’s like a sad and abandoned puppy now. But, no… He freezes for a moment and then energetically turns around to face you again. Of course… What have you been thinking? It’s Jeon Jungkook after all. He’ll never let go that easily. He’s proved you this so many times and yet it always makes your heart skip a beat whenever he puts up a fight to win you over.

J: Actually, fuck no. I won’t leave that room.

Y: Excuse me?

J: You heard me right, boss. You can’t be deaf, right?

That cheeky answer was certainly unforeseen and caught you off guard, to say the least.
He swiftly moved in the direction of the desk but he didn’t stop in front of it. Much to your astonishment, he went round it.

Standing tall and looking into your eyes. He’s furious. Suddenly, you realised it would be better to stand up too…

Y: I gave you an order Jeon Jungkook, aren’t you forgetting your place? You’re not in the position to talk to me lik…

J: If I am to be completely honest with you after you’ve palmed my dick enjoying the way I moaned your name I don’t think I am that much concerned about our boss and worker relation.

You’re blushing. No, no, no. Not now! Fists clenching so hard that it begins to hurt but you’re too numb and exasperated to notice.

Y: We’re at work and I expect you to do as I say. We’re not gonna talk about your dick, Jungkook.

J: Fine, then.

And he was smirking. That little bastard was smirking at you! Maybe you shouldn’t have mentioned the dick part, though…

J: Why don’t we chat a little about that silly behaviour of yours then?

He pouted his lips, raising a finger to touch them. A much too exaggerated whine accompanying this little fake act.

J: Oh wait, I guess we can’t talk about this since your behaviour is very much connected to my dick too…

Y: What behaviour? Are you out of your mind, brat?

J: Like you avoiding me’ cause you’ve essentially jerked me off the other day?

Y: I’m not avoiding you. Don’t get some weird ideas. 

J: If that’s the case then you’ll be happy If I come to your place as I usually do, right noona?

Y: And what are we going to do? Play some video games?

You tried to tease him a little but it backfired on you pretty badly…

J: Well, I actually intended to play video games, but if it’s suddenly too childish for you then I guess we can do some more mature stuff.

The way he prolonged the word mature made you wanna rip him off to shreds. An eat-shitting grin plastered on his handsome face.

J: So, seeing you have no objections I assume we’re clear. I’ll be at your place around 8.

And then, that was totally unpredictable. He gently leaned in and placed an innocent and a bit shy peck on your cheek, smiling very softly at you. His intense stare getting a bit too long to handle. Chocolate brown eyes literally melting you down on the spot.

Y: Whatever, just get out already…

That incoherent mumble sounded way too weak even to your own ears. So it did for Jungkook, cause it seems he mustered up enough courage to cup your face with his slender hand.

Yes. His hand now placed on your right cheek. Fingers gently caressing and playing with your soft skin. Oh god, he smells so nice… You closed your eyes. His forehead now resting on yours. His hands are so cold and a bit sweaty. Is he that nervous?

J: You’re making me go crazy, girl. I’m thinking about you all the time. Don’t be so hard on me all I wanna do is to love you the way you deserve it.

Jungkook’s never been too fond of making such confessions but certainly, he’s been getting more and more open about the way he feels. He’s always preferred to act rather than talk but with you, he just can’t keep it all to himself.

You nodded in agreement, still averting his gaze. Your throat was so dry at this point that you didn’t want to risk any attempt at talking.

J: You’re so cute.

He beamed one last time and left the office leaving you all to yourself and more haunting thoughts. Only now it feels a bit different. Your belly feels strangely warm and it’s not all that bad if you were to admit. It feels exciting. How much time is it going to take till you finally see him in the evening? It’s going to be a long and painful day… That you know for sure.


Jungkook arrived earlier. The moment you heard the familiar knocking at the door your eyes scanned the computer screen in search for the clock widget.

7:54… Damn, he’s ahead of time.

You gulped. It’s hard to swallow again.

He gently opened the door and sheepishly slipped into your room. His eyes eyeing your small figure. You’re sitting on the bed trying so hard to look occupied, doing something on the laptop placed on your thighs.

J: Ssup, pretty girl?

He stopped in the middle of your room scratching the back of his head.

J: Don’t even tell me you are still working…

Y: Just a couple of e-mails. I got to make sure that the deal goes smoothly.

A loud whine.

J: But, noona! You promised me a date!

Y: Stop whimpering like a kiddo and just wait. Gosh…

J: Fine…

So dissatisfied. Like little children who always stamp their feet when they want to get something, He could do that now. Damn sure he could. You want to chuckle so badly but you bite your lip instead. He reluctantly plodded towards the bed and collapsed on it with such a force that it rocked against the wall.

He is laying down next to you with his head just beside your bare thighs. Hands stretched above his head in a defeated manner. He looks like a picture of misery. No, definitely patience is not one of his merits. Eyes boring holes in you trying to speed up the painful agony of waiting. He is scanning your face in the hope of hearing you say: Kookie, I’m done!. But no such thing happens.

J: Noona, I’m hungry.

Y: How can you be hungry after eating 4 cups of noodles?

J: Gahh… Why did I even text you about it…

Y: I wonder myself…

J: Oi! You’re mean!

Y: No waaaaaay!

And suddenly he turned to the side and before you could react his teeth sank into your delicate thigh. His arms holding your legs in place.

Y: Jungkook it hurts!

J: Khe hehe heh…

Surely he would laugh even louder but he can’t because he’s too busy with nibbling at your soft flesh. The struggle to free yourself from his firm grasp quickly turns out to be pointless. That bastard is just too strong and heavy.

Y: Alright, alright I get it! 

More little bites followed

Y: Stop! I have ice cream! You can…

He raised his head visibly excited. His eyes even bigger than they usually are. So shiny… Wait… But his hands are still sneakingly stroking your inner thighs, aren’t they?

J: Now you’re talking! Our favourite flavour?

Y: Yeah…

J: Gonna eat them all.

He let out his infamous evil man cackle while jumping to his feet and running straight to the kitchen to fetch your favourite little treat. Not much time has passed and once again he enters the room with a joyous expression on his face carrying a big carton of ice cream and two spoons. One of them already in his face.

J: They mgmg re asgreeeat as evee…

Y: Jungkook I literally did not get a thing. Can you take the spoon out while you’re talking to me?

A silent nod. He scooped another portion of ice cream and devoured it quickly before answering.

J: Sure! I was telling they’re as great as ever!

Y: Good… I’m glad.

Once again he came to sit next to you on the bed.

J: Here, have a bite.

A spoonful of ice cream appeared in front of your face and he almost forced it down your throat. It’s so yummy…

Y: Mhmm…

J: Good, innit?

You smile warmly at him. He’s so precious. Baby bun.

You continue doing your job while observing the way he eats. Such an appetite. He makes sure to feed you too. It seems that each and every time he gives you more and more ice cream on the spoon. The entire carton disappears in no time. He lets out a satisfied moan.

J: So delicious!

Y: True.

You click the send button and it seems that there is nothing left to do? Maybe you should also check the monitoring cameras just one last time before you turn off the laptop…

J: Is this what you meant by “mature stuff”? It is boring as fuck. I hoped for something more entertaining.

Y: It’s not a fucking circus, brat.

J: Last time you were more entertaining, boss.

You shot him a glare and noticed how he licked his lips to get rid of the remaining ice cream. Although, it looked more like teasing. Yes, such a little tease.

J: Ahh… My hands are cold.

He kept on rubbing them in order to warm them up.

Y: It didn’t bother you while you were holding a carton of ice cream.

J: Now, that’s a different thing.

Y: How is that a different thing, smart-ass?

J: I was too busy to notice and I think I know even a better way of distracting myself.


He moved in your direction and positioned himself behind you. Arms immediately wrapping around your waist and hands slowly creeping under your strapless pink top. You put down the laptop. It seems like you won’t get to checking the monitoring system, after all.

J: It’s not fair. I fed you with ice cream and now my hands are freezing. Why don’t you warm me up a little, baby girl?

His slender fingers start rubbing circles around your belly button to let you adjust to the unpleasant sensation of his cold touch. Your belly muscles flex in response and he can literally feel how goosebumps start forming on your skin because of his intrusive fingers. You reach to grab his hands.

Y: I didn’t ask for any ice cream, did I?

J: You’re gonna suffer the consequences of your actions anyway.

Y: Oh, really? Whatcha gonna do, Kookie? Should I be scared?

The nickname stirred him up a little. It’s rare for you to address him so fondly. Last time you called him this way he ended up cumming into your hand…

He decided not to hesitate anymore. You’re going to be all his tonight and he’ll definitely return the favour from the other day.

J: How about you stop that jabbering, noona? Do you want to try me? You know I never back down from a challenge.

Y: Tempting… I feel like I might, actually.

You didn’t have to say anything more to get a reaction from him. All the time he has been breathing against your neck and now you feel your body being roughly pressed to him. Cold hands clutching on your tummy pushing you back on him with all his force. It isn’t gentle at all.Your breath hitches and a small whimper escapes your mouth. He lowers his head and traces your collarbones with his lips applying some pressure on the way. He stops and then he unexpectedly bites you, just like he did with your thighs. It dawns on you that you’re completely trapped between his rock hard thighs. Rock hard thighs that squeeze on you harder and harder to hold you still, exactly how Jungkookie wants. He rocks his hips into your back. Hands forcing you to arch in his direction. He continues to repeat the pleasurable movement. After a couple of thrusts, you stop counting because you’re more focused on Jungkook’s heavy breathing. He got hard. You can feel his erection even through the thick fabric of his ripped jeans. He pushes one last time and you do your best to hit him hard right where he needs it.

J: Fuck, yes…

Y: Kookie?

J: You gotta stop baby girl, I can’t cum so early.

His head propped on your shoulder, arms embracing you so tightly that it is hard to breathe. His smell is intoxicating and you let yourself drown in it, fully relaxing into his arms.

Y: Who says you can’t, Kookie? It felt so nice when you came for me last time. I want you to come again… and again.

J: Tonight I need you to cum for me, mmkay? I want to make you feel good too. I’ve been thinking about this all the time, noona…

He is purring these words into your ear. Shivers run down your spine. He starts licking at your neck. Very slowly. He sucks on the skin and then he carefully bites down on it eliciting a moan from you.

J: You didn’t give me a chance to pay you back. You can’t avoid me like that. Do you have any idea how it made me feel? I was going crazy… Fuck…

He broke the embrace and knelt down spinning you around to face him. He pushed you back on the bed and crawled on you. His hips immediately grinding against your pussy. You wrapped your legs around him encouraging him to go on.

Finally, he is kissing you. So sensually. The passion and desire are radiating from him. Kisses turn sloppy and desperate. You’re pulling on his hair, nails digging into the skin. You need more of that pretty boy. You want him begging just like the last time he did. Hands slowly trailing down his body, reaching for the oversized white t-shirt. You’re struggling to take it off when he breaks the kiss in order to help you get rid of the unneeded piece of clothing. He kneels between your thighs, discarding the t-shirt somewhere on the ground. His bare chest and perfectly chiselled tummy for your private view only. You swallow hard. You can see that his nipples are erected. Your eyes trace the perfect shape of his pelvis area and then you notice the hard bulge in his jeans.

Y: Damn, boy. You’re not gonna do much with such a big problem in your pants.

J: Nah… it’s alright-hah…

You didn’t give him much of a chance to respond, palming his erected member through the material of his trousers.

J: Sweetheart, what do you think you’re doing now? Agh…

Y: I’m making you feel good, Jungkookie. I’ll make you feel even better.

J: No, please. Oh, noona wait. I wanted- ahh- I wanted to please you first…

Y: So stop holding in your moans and let me hear that beautiful voice of yours.

You’re swiftly unbuttoning the trousers never losing eye contact with him. Not wasting any more time you decide to yank off his boxers and jeans in one strong tug. Soon enough his rock-hard cock springs out of its confinement. It’s dripping with precum. You can see that a vein popped out on its surface. Marvellous display.

Y: Kookie, baby, can you just lay down on your back, please?

J: But, noona…

Y: Shush.

You’re pushing him down on the bed and it’s easier that you’ve thought it would be. He doesn’t protest that much… His beautiful and shiny hair bounces slightly when he hits his head on the soft mattress. Feet resting on the ground. You come off the bed and sit on the floor, just between his thighs. Next thing you do is to take off the jeans that are pushed down to his knees. Yes, much better now. First, you gently massage his thighs and pelvis area in a circular movement slowly applying more pressure. He propels himself on his elbows curious of your actions. Big chocolate eyes stealing glances of your face, your hands, your boobs… Mouth slightly opened. His lips are dry and a bit swollen. He’s been continuously biting on them due to the excitement. Finally, you grab his cock in your hand lazily stroking him to properly coat his member. His hips push back into your hand. You know you’re being too delicate and this is not what he needs now.

Y: Do you want me to go harder, Kookie? Tell me.

Your thumb brushes over the sensitive tip. He moans so loud you that you can feel your clit throbbing in response.

Y: Hmm? What is it, baby?

J: Noona, I need you… I need you to take him harder. 

Y: Mhmm… How about I suck you off then? 

J: What..Whhat?

The expression on his face is just priceless. You don’t know if he’s more shocked, terrified or aroused but it looks just amazing. You’re leaning down, licking your lips and then you blow some air on his dick enjoying the way his body shivers underneath you.

Y: It’s going to be ok. I promise.

You coo trying to calm him down a little. You know it’s his first blowjob and you just want him to relax and simply enjoy.

J: But, noona, it’s… You don’t have to do this. He’s all wet and it’s…

Is your pretty baby boy freaking out? How cute… He’s too adorable to handle. You know he wants it more than anything but he’s also afraid that it won’t be too pleasant for you. Little does he know… Without any more talking, you put your mouth around his erected cock. His hands immediately grabbing on your hair the moment he feels the immense pleasure caused by your sucking. You go hard, no more teasing for tonight. He’s been such a good boy he deserves to be rewarded. You’re sucking repeatedly, working your hand around his shaft. It’s difficult to take him all in at once. Nevertheless, you decide to try. You’re pushing him all in down your throat, without gagging. You stop for a moment not only in order to adjust but also because Jungkook stilled your head with his desperate grip. He’s panting heavily.

J: Noona, stop, I can’t take it…

That makes you even more determined to go on. Despite his strong grip, you continue to bob your head in a rhythmic motion trying to observe his reactions so as to make that boy lose his mind for you. You have to pull out for a moment to catch a breath of air. Some tears forming in your eyes because of your eagernesses to swallow him all at one go. You quickly glance at him to check if he’s alright and an evil chuckle escapes your lips. So lewd. So whipped up for you that he can barely breathe.

Y: Be a good boy and don’t interrupt me, Kookie.

You gently smile at him before placing your mouth back to where they should be. Where both of you want them to be. Although judging from his squirms deep throating was undeniably a success, you realise that you wouldn’t be able to pull it off till he comes. He’s just too big. To stimulate him more you take him in as far as you can helping yourself with your palm. You’re sucking and stroking him at the same time remembering to swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip. He’s wriggling. His body spasms and convulses because of you. Because of the dirty things you’ve been doing to this boy all this time. His cock is twitching in your mouth. You want to laugh when you notice that he begs you to stop while holding you tight in place.

J: Baby, I’m gonna cum. I can’t hold it in anymore, please…

It’s a clear contradiction. He urges you to stop but keeps on thrusting into your mouth. 

It’s getting more and more frantic. He’s half sitting and half laying down not knowing what to do with himself anymore. Blood quickly rushing through his veins. He doesn’t have any control over his hips and lower area, he just keeps on pushing in and out of your pretty face moaning lewdly much to your heart’s content. You adore every little moan and whimper. You adore it so much that your pussy clenches every now and then making you squeeze your thighs in a futile effort to ease your arousal. You groan, dissatisfied. The vibrations in your throat pushing him over the edge and he rides out his orgasm thrusting erratically while desperately holding to you. He cums crying out your name and repeating countless apologies for forcing you to swallow his semen. You suck him dry, licking your lips and savouring the taste of his cum. You didn’t manage to swallow it all and as a result, some of it was dripping down your fingers. You lick it all eagerly while staring into Jungkook’s eyes. He sits there with his mouth open trying to calm down his irregular breathing. Eyes going wide in shock while he absent-mindedly watches how you lick his semen off your own fingers. He gulps.

Y: Kookie you’re so sweet I could suck you all the time.

He’s sweaty and still a bit dizzy from his high. Body covered in little goosebumps. He vehemently shakes his head blushing furiously at your words.

J: Noona, why did you swallow? I told you to stop… I told you so many times…

You can’t help but laugh a little at this silly question. You’re gently rubbing his thigh with your palm. It’s just that you can’t overcome the urge to continue touching him. He’s irresistible.

Y: True, you did tell me to stop but at the same time, you almost choked me with your huge dick, Kookie. It didn’t exactly feel as if you wanted me to stop, you know...

Words coming out of your mouth in a soft whisper. You are inches away from his face. He’s totally lost and mesmerised by your words and actions.

J: I’m sorr…

Y: Nah… Don’t think I didn’t enjoy myself, you silly. 

Having said that, you reach for his shaky hand and place it over your pussy. The shorts you’re wearing are totally soaked with your juices. He inhales sharply and you just bite your lip to hold in a moan. His fingers shyly begin to explore your wetted core in a careful and insecure manner. He gently strokes the tip of your clit raising his eyes to observe your reaction. Your eyes shut tightly and the moment you feel him tickling it with two of his slender fingers your head falls back. You’re whimpering when he places the inner side of his palm all over your heated cunt. He is massaging it rubbing it up and down. Repeating the movement to the point when you shamelessly push yourself on his hand to get more friction. He loves the way you respond to his heavy petting and it makes him even more motivated to hear more of that uncontrollable moans.

J: Baby, don’t you think it’s a bit unfair that I’m the only one naked here?

He experimentally pushes his finger inside your pussy through the fabric of your shorts and you gasp, not being able to respond.

J: I’m pretty sure you won’t need these, right?

He pulls on the band of your shorts and takes them off you taking in the view of your body. For a moment he sits there doing nothing apart from staring at you while fumbling the shorts in his hands. Your cheeks get flushed because he’s basically ogling you with no shame whatsoever. So indecent. You begin to doubt yourself and your body. Is something wrong? Your hands timidly covering the bare skin that embarrasses you so much. He stops you midway.

J: No-no-no. You’re not hiding any of these from me. You’re going to show me so much more, Jagiya.

His grip on your wrists is so strong that it stings a little but it doesn’t last long because he’s now reaching for the pink strapless top. You’re getting more nervous. He hasn’t seen you naked before. The painful realisation makes you even more self-conscious. He leans in, effortlessly pulling off the top. Your boobs out in the open making you shiver because of the chilly air. Once again, you attempt to cover yourself but Jungkook grabs your hips and makes you sit down on his thigh which is now just between your legs dangerously close to your aroused pussy. He takes your arms and locks them behind your back. You can’t wriggle out of his grasp. Besides, any movement makes you rub your ass and cunt on that rock hard thigh. Oh dear… It feels too good… You’ve been wanting him so badly for so long it’s too difficult to restrain yourself from grinding on him till you cum all over that muscular thigh. You move your hips rubbing your clit on his hard muscles groaning much too audibly but you’re far too gone to care. You’re so busy with pleasuring yourself that you’re totally oblivious to Jungkook’s watchful eyes. He’s been admiring your boobs and the way they bounce each and every time you grind on his thigh.

J: Noona, can I touch them, please? Oh fuck, I want to feel them in my hands so badly. They’re so big… So perfect…

He praises you never taking his eyes off them. It seems he won’t play with your breasts unless he is allowed to do so. He is totally entranced by your beauty and he makes sure to voice his admiration as you continue to go up and down his leg.

J: You’re so fucking pretty. I could stare at you all the time. Please don’t be shy, baby. Let me touch them…

You simply nod being too worked out to answer properly. He doesn’t waste any more time and immediately lets go of your hands placing his palms on your tits. The moment he frees your from his tight hold you rest your hands on his back clinging to him like a little girl. He fondles your boobs and swirls his thumb over your erected nipple. Your vision goes blurry and your body slowly begins to spasm as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

Y: Kookie, I’m so close…

J: Yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you cumming for me.

He bowed his head to kiss your breasts. At first, he languidly licked over their surface but then he started sucking on your nipple, playing with it using his tongue. Suddenly you feel so weak. Everything is spinning around you. You cry out climaxing on his thigh.

Y: Ahhh… Kookie, I’m there, baby…

He is kissing you passionately trying to suppress your moans You can feel his hands roughly gripping your ass and pushing you on his thigh in order to help you ride out your orgasm. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt so good thanks to a man. He makes you feel loved… When it’s all over you go limp into his arms breathing laboriously because of the intensity of your climax. He wraps his arms around you and carefully places you on the bed, laying on top of you. He tenderly strokes the hair back from your face looking deeply into your half-lidded eyes.

J: I’ve never seen a prettier thing in my life.

Y: Duh… You’re too young to judge, brat.

He laughs out heartily at your poor comeback. He puts your foreheads together and brushes his nose over yours affectionately. It makes you laugh a little too.

J: How long are you gonna pretend you don’t like me, boss?

Y: I’m too tired to answer such stupid questions.

J: Oh, right. I wonder what made you so tired, or rather should I say who? What do you think?

Y: You’re getting ahead of yourself again. Maybe you should work on your manners first.

Again he chuckles at your silly retort and then he places a soft kiss on your swollen lips.

J: I’m sorry, boss. I’ll do my best. I promise next time you won’t be able to bad-mouth me when I’m done with you.

Y: Oh, please.

J: I’m telling you, baby. I’ll do anything for you.

Suddenly he gets serious. His face expression isn’t playful anymore and it startles you a bit. He traces your ear with his lips and whispers fondly.

J: I love you, Jagiya.

History is made by unusual people, sometimes someone who does not have an idea of what to do, there are two options, you try to make it, or it just happens, and both are acceptable, what is not, is the person that makes it, unfortunately nobody can choose them, it is totally unpredictable, neither old nor young, the only thing with the ability to choose who, time. If you wonder who is going to be the next making it, ask yourself.
—  heymca 
The pros and cons of dating NCT 127

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THIS IS A REPOST SINCE MY OTHER ONE WAS DELETED

i even managed to find exactly the same gifs as before lol


Anon: Hey! Love your blog and your writing style! I think this is a bit of a tough request, but I request it to you because I believe you’re the one who can answer it the best. To safe you some time and stress, this is for NCT127 :) What are the pros and cons of dating each member? Like what would be the good things and what would be the difficulties? Good luck on your exams! Love Anon️

Thank you for the request! This is literally the fastest I’ve done a request because I literally loved this request! And thank you for thinking that I’m the best for this! I just hope that I’ve answered it correctly and that toy enjoy reading it!

The rest of the members are under the cut because this is a very long post lol. But sorry about the length of Mark and Haechan’s, I was in a rush to finish them so I didn’t get to spell check them!

Please request more units/members if you’re interested!

You can find the pros and cons of dating Ten here!


Taeil:

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Pros:

  • Chivalrous - Taeil, being the oldest member, is probably going to know how to treat his girlfriend/boyfriend. He’d be well-mannered and considerate, always making sure to open doors for you, pull your chair out before you sit to eat, having a hand at the palm of your spine to reassure you of his presence. Everything about him seems so traditional and gentlemanly and no doubt he’d be a total sweetheart in a relationship. He’d make you feel like a princess/prince in your relationship, as he’d always be putting you first and making sure to be polite as to not make you uncomfortable.
  • Stable - This one, again, I think comes with age and experience. He’s not like the younger members who might suddenly decide to change everything in their life and be totally unpredictable. He knows what he wants from life, he knows how to get there and he knows that there’s no point in committing to something pointless. At least in a relationship, you’d know that Taeil was in in for the long-haul; he’s not here for some petty fling or a couple months. He’d want the whole marriage and kids and growing old together kind of thing, and that would provide reassurance and stability in the relationship, knowing he’ll be completely faithful and loving.
  • Passionate - Although Taeil is slightly more on the introverted side and therefore probably wouldn’t show much skinship or physical affection to his S/O, he’d still be a very passionate person. He’d yearn for the physical affection in private, loving the skin contact and intimate moments. That being said, he’d probably also be quite passionate in bed and have a side to him that most people would not expect. It’d be comforting knowing only you got to see this side of him. The fact that he’d open himself up to you, physically and emotionally, would be a honour.

Cons:

  • Often distant - Being an introvert, would mean communication in a relationship would come harder to Taeil than someone more open. He’d like his quiet time and being by himself. He’d be used to not opening up and so keeping it to himself. Sometimes he’d subconsciously close himself off you, not speaking or texting you for a few hours or even days at a time. It’d be hard. You’d think he wasn’t interested in you anymore or that you had done something wrong, even though you hadn’t. He wouldn’t realise this though, which would always cause a few arguments and complaints from you when he decided to speak to you again.
  • People-pleaser - Maybe this is just a trait of introverted people, but I think he’s the type to want to please everyone. He doesn’t enemies or grudges held against him. If someone asks him for something, no doubt he’ll do it. This would be quite irritating in a relationship. At the start of your relationship, you’d find out that he was still close with his exes, which you didn’t really like. It wasn’t because he was still interested them, but because he literally couldn’t bring himself to tell them that he wanted to be left alone. Although you’d love his big, warm heart, sometimes people would take advantage of it and he’d continue people to keep hurting him because he wanted to please them - and that would pain you a lot, to see the love of your life getting hurt time and time again.
  • Easily provoked - Again, maybe this is just a trait of quiet people, but Taeil, I see, as having a short temper. I know this kind of contradicts my point above, but hear me out lol. With people he really loves and cares about, he only wants the best for them. Therefore if they make a decision or do something he disagrees with because he thinks it’s going to backfire on them, he’d get angry very quickly. He’d be snappy and sarcastic, and find it hard to understand why they would make just a “daft” decision. Likewise, if someone criticised his life, he’d get angry. It’d be quite annoying for you as you’d always have to be careful with your choice of words.

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anonymous asked:

Hey there buddy, you wouldn't happen to have any Peter and Rita headcanons, would you?

i’m running with the assumption that this means headcanons about the two of them together

  • Rita stops flirting with him immediately after noticing the way he looks at Mr. Steel because FINALLY, it is ABOUT TIME someone noticed the boss like that, and wow they’re clearly so in love and she gets to WATCH
  • Peter goes to her book club one time and in the course of an evening learns how to read palms and wiretap an encrypted comms line, adds several questionable paperbacks to his endless pockets, and starts reading as well as doodling in his downtime
  • he tends to doodle in the margins though
  • Rita does not inquire about his real name, and Peter does not ask about her last name. they have a perfect understanding
  • Peter is the only person who can actually follow along with Rita’s plot summaries. Every time he stops by he asks her to fill him in on the last few episodes of Beyond The Seas of Venus (which is the one with the shipwrecked twins and the pirate and the lovesick king, right,)
  • he keeps bringing her pairs of earrings, and interesting and exotic snacks from various places he visits,  and really nice pricey moisturizer, and expensive limited edition show merchandise
  • she gives him a lot of advice about Juno. he is considering her suggestion that they acquire a kitten.
  • mani/pedi movie nights? yes?
  • presuming that this isn’t some kind of Hell Future and The Princess Bride is still a beloved cinema classic, they have seen it together at least five times, because both of them are romantic losers
  • both of them can and will fall asleep anywhere and at any time and Juno has found them sprawled across one another on the sofa in front of a still-playing movie and snoring more than once
  • they have elaborate and incomprehensible in-jokes which are this point are more like some kind of code
  • they’re not allowed to play pictionary anymore
  • they’re actually not allowed to play any board game, because the combination of Peter’s flawless, calculated, but ridiculously overdramatic planning and Rita’s totally unpredictable game-breaking strategies made Mick cry and Juno shoot the game board
  • also, the way Peter plays Risk is… disquieting
  • He taught Rita how he cheats at cards and she taught him how to count cards
  • Juno’s “bad art collection” consists entirely of drawings that one or the other of them have done on various cases
The Puzzle

Jesus, this is a lot. Ryan’s the second most important person in this AU, and he’s bringing a lot of new shit with him to the table, and somehow this ended up being over 5K. Fucken wild. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

Ryan wasn’t quite like the others.

Oh, he was immortal of course, and his immortality worked similarly to the rest of the crew’s. He would die, his body would appear back in the last place he slept, like the others did (after their initial death, of course). Except, he got there a bit differently.

As far as he could tell, the others had been born with their immortality. They would live, die, and be stuck at that age for the rest of time. He didn’t know why that happened to them, but that was how it was.

He, on the the other hand, wasn’t born with it.

He had been a champion gladiator at the height of the Roman Empire. He was the best there was, the people adored him, as did his employer.

And, also, apparently, Mars.

The god of war was impressed with his skills in battle, and offered him a deal. Eternal Life, in exchange for his services in war.

Who was he to say no?

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so here's a bunch of extracts from articles praising raúl esparza:
  • “Raúl Esparza, dripping in curls and melancholy-”
  • “The actor’s presence collects a feverish response best described as an collective orgasm.”
  • “Given the subliminal intensity that hums through Mr. Esparza’s deadpan presence, you sense that flood warnings should probably be posted.”
  • “Mr. Esparza is generally a pyrotechnic actor, sending sparks and smoke all over the place.”
  • “…-his passion so persuasive it made you rethink the notion of going too far. When you have the discipline, confidence and hair-trigger emotional volatility Mr. Esparza has at his fingertips, too far is exactly where you should go.”
  • “As the flimflammer in the mirror-ball jacket at the center of all of this, Esparza is full of the devil. He pushes his vocals to the roof, sometimes squeezing his pipes into Patti LaBelle squeals. He stalks the stage with pursed lips and the look-at-me swagger of Mick Jagger. Esparza goes big, bold and a little buggy, but he’s never boring.”
  • “Chief among them is Esparza, a devilishly sexy showman who hard-sells emotional intensity like few others”
  • “the seductive Raúl Esparza, a Broadway star whose energy is as fierce as his talent”
  • “Raul Esparza sizzles like a firecracker”
  • “There’s something wonderfully dirty about the thirty-nine-year-old Cuban-American actor Raúl Esparza. He’s a leading man who is expert at infusing his roles with illicit feelings, and he can also bring a perverse cuddliness and joy to his gloomy characters.”
  • “Any concerns that Raúl Esparza might be too dynamic a performer for the role of Bobby, who more or less functions as a blank slate upon which the neuroses of his friends and lovers are writ, are dispelled by this extraordinary actor’s expertly calibrated performance. He underplays the part with offhand humor and the occasional wry observation until the penultimate scene; when this Bobby shouts “Stop!” to finally silence the nattering of his married friends, it’s a primal scream from the soul, so violent and seemingly throat-searing that Esparza’s subsequent, gorgeous singing of the cathartic “Being Alive” is all the more astounding. “
  • "Rare is the performer labeled a force of nature. A force of nature is dynamic, electric and totally unpredictable, in a positive way. Actor/singer Raul Esparza is a true force of nature,”
  • “Is it too early to accord legend status to this actor? In a brief, six-year career on Broadway, Esparza has racked up both rapturous reviews and following, which are testaments to an incandescent, very special kind of talent perhaps unseen since Bernadette Peters. He’s the kind of ultra-generous genius, with a soul-searing need to perform that makes his every appearance, however brief, something to cherish.”
  • “Wearing a sleek blue suit suggestive of a Sinatra-era Las Vegas player, Mr. Esparza employs his silken voice and dark good looks to cut a manipulative figure as Iachimo. And yet the surface charm tends to obscure the almost nihilistic depths of his character: Mr. Esparza’s Iachimo is more sexy than truly sinister.”
  • “Theater fans get an added treat in the return of Raúl Esparza, who as Iachimo enters with a hilarious lounge-lizard production number and proceeds to be wicked and touching in equal measure.”
  • “Bobby, played with unusual depth and intensity by Raúl Esparza in the musical’s 2006 revival. The sheer capaciousness of Esparza’s voice—it’s as though he had a microphone built into his vocal cords, complete with reverb switch—helps give Bobby’s personal breakthrough in "Being Alive” an almost cosmic resonance.”

anonymous asked:

I have a feeling real Ciel protective onii-chan attitude will take a more dark, sinister turn and I SO want to see how he'll act with Sebastian.

I definitely agree with you that he’s not just a protective, caring brother as he seems to be in this chapter (after all he’s the one who shot Soma, killed Agni and left the creepy message on the wall) and that this is not gonna be about an emotional happy reunion of twins who were seperated for almost 4 years.

Imo real!Ciel is either a real yandere-oniichan (”Only I and my little brother should exist in this world, everyone else is unimportant to me, they can die alltogether” type of psychopath) OR he just pretends to care about our!Ciel but in fact despises him and holds a huge grudge against him (the message on the wall rather suggests so). I think both versions are possible as of now, but one thing is for sure, he’s definitely ‘evil’ and his actions are totally unpredictable!   

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The grass is cold underneath me, and I can only imagine how much worse its going to become. There’s birds up above, high in the trees and looking down on Justin and I as we lay in the garden.

“Okay,” he mutters. It’s the first time either of us has spoken in a while so it causes me to jump in surprise. “Take off your shirt and lie on your stomach, please,” he grins.

“How romantic,” I say as my T-shirt is travelling over my stomach, my chest, my neck and finally, is released from my body completely. The harsh wind breathes heavily onto my skin and I can already see the goosebumps forming; creating mountains all over my body.

Laying down on my stomach, the cold only worsens but I don’t complain. My nipples are being attacked by the grass which is almost wet due to how frosty the early January air is, I have to hold back a gasp when it feels knives against me.

“Thank you for doing this,” Justin says as he rummages through his bag. “I’ve dreamed of doing this ever since I met you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” He’s not looking at me, but at the multiple paint brushes - all of them ranging from small to large - while, I’m assuming, trying to choose which would be best to put to use. “It’s like putting art upon art.”

I don’t say anything; I’m secretly touched deeply by his words that I’m sure any words that leave my lips won’t be comprehendible, or of any relevance. Because of this, I merely wait for his next move.

“I’m not too sure what I’m gonna do yet, I’ll just see how it goes.”

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’s beautiful. I love your art.’

Looking at Justin, I could no longer see the full proportions of his face. Although, I could see a slight hint of pink creeping up his neck and I’m sure he was trying to hold back a big grin. I’m already aware Justin’s artwork means a lot to him, but seeing him getting so flustered over a compliment it receives makes it beautifully obvious. I smirk before turning back around.

“Okay, here we go,” he says and I feel him straddle my legs. I tangle my arms together and rest my head in the centre of them. It’s peaceful and I let myself appreciate the soft wind and the chirping birds.

I close my eyes when I feel the tip of Justin’s paintbrush grazing my shoulder blades. The sensation sends shivers down my spine and causes the hairs on my neck to stand to attention; as though a group of people have had their names called in unison and they all rise together. Following this, a feeling that resembles one of drops of water being released onto my back, and then it gliding through the dips and curves, sets through my skin. My eyes become heavy.

“Is that okay?” Justin whispers and it causes me to stir. I nod and hum in response. “Let me know if it gets uncomfortable or anything.”

“It’s relaxing,” I sigh and reposition my head in my arms. The movements the paintbrush is making seems a lot more confident now, meaning it’s pressing harder onto my skin, letting me feel every bristle that swipes across my skin.

I’m unaware how long it takes for Justin to complete the art he’s creating on back because I drift off ever so slightly; allowing the tingles and the cool of the paint to help me drift off into a light slumber. In fact, they’re helping me with so much triumph that I notice when they come to halt. The sudden feeling of nothing makes me stir.

“Well, hello there, Sleeping Beauty,” I hear Justin say, and a throaty chuckle follows directly behind. “Nice nap?”

“It was lovely, actually,” I grin but I know he can’t see it. I lean onto my elbows and rub my eyes with the palms of my hand; a burning sensation buzzes through them for a few seconds before I open them once more. “Are you done?”

He sighs. “I think so. I’m not sure how I feel about it right now, but I guess, yeah, it’s done.”

Justin climbs off of me and proceeds to help me stand by holding his hand out for me to take. I let my own slide into it with appreciation and I’m pulled to my feet in a matter of seconds; the grass is cold against the bottom of my feet.

I’m very aware of the fact that my chest is open to Justin’s eyes. I notice they burn bright as, for only a few seconds, they admire and relish in the sight, but out of, what I’m sure is politeness, Justin quickly averts his eyes to my face and gives me a warm smile.

“Let’s go inside, you must be freezing,” Justin says while resting his hand against my bare back, it does nothing but make shivers run over my body because they’re as cold as icicles. I try not to flinch away from his touch.

Walking through the back door and into the kitchen, I speed up once into the warmth of the house, partly because the cold was becoming too much to bare but also because I’m eager to see the final result of Justin’s idea.

“You wanna go upstairs and look at it?” Justin asks but by the time he’s finished his sentence, I’m already jogging towards the stairs. I can hear his laugh fading out as I move further up the stairs and closer to the bedroom. My anticipation is mixing with a dash of nervousness now.

My bedroom has closet with a mirror doing the job of the door of it, so as I walk in I’m instantly able to see my reflection, my next move is to turn around. I hesitate, but manage to do it eventually.

What I can see over my shoulder causes me to let out the tiniest puff of air. There’s a mix of reds, yellows, oranges and blues, all swirling together to create something breathtaking. It takes my eyes  a few seconds to adjust to the patterns Justin has created, but they’ve seen the art and now, they don’t want to look away.

“What do you think?” Justin’s voice echoes through the room, at least, it sounds like it does; I’m unsure. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Justin,” I breathe out, still looking at it as though it’s going to begin dancing for me, or something of the sort.

“I started by drawing little patterns across your shoulder blades; you can see them there,” he drew an invisible line that felt like a feather across my back because of his little pressure he put upon it, “but then I decided I wanted to draw a sunset, which you can see there,” and again, his pointer finger flutter across my lower back. “But then, I decided to paint this little otter; I don’t know why,” he muttered.

Even though there was multiple little pieces of art, they all seemed to blend and compliment each other; the blues - while contrasting prominently with the reds - somehow seemed to shift knowingly from a bright evening sky to a winding pattern that was almost snake-like, as though it knew the one job it must complete. The baby otter with its dark brown fur lay floating in a swirl of glittering blue water.

“You’re so talented. I love them,” I whisper, continuing to stare in awe. I almost don’t notice Justin coming up in front of me, so I jump when I feel his hands on my bare waist.
“You make my art even more beautiful. I want to use you as a blank canvas all the time.” His hands are warm, warmer than my own, and they create little patches of heat on my skin and attempts to fill the entire surface of my body.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Justin had laid me down onto the bed sitting quietly in the centre of the room, and began to leave hot kisses down my neck. We spent a long period of time there; sweating, panting, moaning and grunting like wild animals. We would stop every now and then to catch our breath and even when we’d insist on that being the last time we collapsed and fell apart, our hands would somehow find each other’s bodies once more and we’d fall back into a rhythm that became so familiar.

Justin loves to create art, his reasoning being that it acts as an escape and it fills him with a sense of being that almost nothing else can replicate, at least that’s what he told me when I asked. That night, Justin created two pieces of art - one being intentional, the other being totally unpredicted. As I writhed beneath him, throwing my legs around his torso while his hands gripped my hips, I failed to remember the paint covering my back.

As we rose from the bed, hours later with dishevelled hair and sweat-coated bodies, the bedsheets on which we laid became, just like I had, a blank canvas for yet another piece of artwork. The colours merged mercilessly, the blues and reds had blended into a deep purple and the reds and yellows; orange. Instead of the otter, there was a large smear of faded brown that looked out of place with all the bright colours.

Justin seemed satisfied with the outcome and I caught him staring at it for just a few moments longer than I had. I could see the familiar satisfaction in his eyes while a small smile matched the redness of his cheeks.

heartlikethunder  asked:

I have a few questions about subplots: How do you weave them into your main story line? What are some ideas for subplots that compliment the story? How do you come up with an idea for a subplot? Thank you for all your hard work on this blog and the wonderful amount of information you have provided to the writing community.

You’re welcome! I never know what to blog about so your questions always give me great ideas :)

Plotting the Subplot

So I did do a post about subplots like a year and a half ago, but I’m going to use this opportunity to expand on the points I brought up in that post and hopefully add some additional comments (and try extremely hard not to use the word “plot” too many times). 

Dictionary.com definition of a subplot: a subordinate plot in a play, novel, or similar work.

Okay, yes, a subplot tends to be subordinate to everything else that’s going on, but I like to think that they also serve as diversions. They sometimes act as red herrings to keep us distracted from the main mystery of the story, and often times they appear insignificant when we first meet them. 

A good subplot appears innocent, unimportant, unassuming…until we reach the pivotal point of the story where it all comes together. 

Subplots can surprise us in the best possible way, because it’s often unpredictable yet totally, completely believable when we stop and think back to all the clues we might have glossed over before, because we were so focused on what we thought was the “real plot.” 

How do I find my subplot/subplots?

You shouldn’t have to look too hard to find a potential subplot. They shouldn’t just be “mini-plots;” they should be born from the main plot. You think about the narrative arc of your story, and you ask yourself, how can I enhance it? How can I deepen it? When it comes to the climax or the big reveal, what could help give it more clarity or believability? 

Let’s say you have a secondary/minor character sacrifice themselves for the protagonist in the climax of the story. A great subplot might follow an arc of that character that might explain why they’re able to make this sacrifice, or why they feel it’s necessary. A subplot also might explore the relationship between the two characters, so that this sacrifice is not only the climax of the conflict with the antagonist, but also the climax of their relationship. Without this character’s journey included in the story, this sacrifice might seem lackluster, or even convenient/out-of-the-blue. 

Telling this other character’s story does not necessarily mean you use their point of view. Subplots can be told from any POV; in fact, sometimes they work better from someone else’s. If we’re seeing this other character’s story through the eyes of the protagonist, it stays relegated to the subordinate, ensuring that we pay it little attention until the moment it finally steps into the spotlight. 

Basically, subplots should come organically. They should come to you as you’re figuring out the main conflict. Subplots are often the answers to side-questions that a reader might be curious to know more about, but the side-questions must have some kind of significance to the overall plot. Once you’ve chosen a subplot that stems from the main plot, you’re able to brainstorm ways to connect it more intrinsically. 

Harlan Coben wrote a YA mystery series featuring the character Mickey Bolitar, and his cunning, clever friends. In the third book of the series, Mickey has a mystery surrounding the guys on his basketball team, while his friend Ema is concerned when her online boyfriend suddenly disappears. Mickey’s plot seems more important, simply because we’re from his point of view, but when the mysteries are solved, we learn that the two plots were actually more interconnected than we initially thought. 

A subplot also might be the cause of something important later on, or it might serve as a parallel to the bigger problem the character must face down the line. 

There was a comment on my last post involving subplots, where @jackalediting briefly mentioned the importance of Quidditch to Harry Potter. Quidditch is unarguably a subplot throughout the entire series, but the first snitch that Harry ever caught playing Quidditch ends up playing a key role in the final showdown in the last book.  A smaller scale example sits compactly in the first book, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. Harry developing his skills as a Seeker served as a parallel to the task set before him beneath the trap door when he had to use a broomstick to grab one specific key out of hundreds. These are just a couple instances where a seemingly innocent subplot found a way to contribute to the climax of the story.

How do I incorporate them into the story?

If you’ve developed your subplot well, scenes surrounding the subplot should fit nicely into your chronology. You should be able to look at main events and think, “Well, this subplot scene needs to happen before this main plot scene, and you really need to understand this aspect of the subplot to appreciate its significance in this later scene.” 

Rather than two colleagues working independently side-by-side, they should be working together

If you’re at a complete loss for how to outline a subplot into a story, try writing your subplot independently first. Brainstorm all the scenes that contribute to the subplot, and then see how they might fit in to the rest of your outline. It might be more seamless than you think. 

-Rebekah

Me watching Agents of SHIELD season one:

“Oh wow, this show is so predictable. Just another monster-of-the-week type series. Let me guess, the heroes defeat the bad guy at the end of the episode, right?”

“Oh, the sassy lead female will fall for the by-the-book, grumpy handsome dude? And let me guess, Coulson and the jaded SHIELD veteran lady are gonna be the group’s parents and the two nerds will be the comic relief. Wow, so revolutionary. I’m SO impressed with this totally unpredictable storytelling.” 

Me watching Agents of SHIELD post-HYDRA reveal:

Thoughts on Bojack Horseman Season 4:

Four seasons into Bojack and the fundamental qualities of the show largely stay the same. Bojack is an incredibly funny show at times and an incredible sad one at others. It blends the silly and the profound better than just about any show out there. It is inventive and ambitious with its animation making for some of the most beautiful images ever sketched for TV and it remains a totally unpredictable show four seasons in. All of this we already knew, so what makes Bojack season 4 different?

Cutting to the chase, I think the main change here is the transition Bojack has made from a great character study to a great ensemble show. I don’t mean to imply that Bojack did not always have a great cast of characters and performers, it certainly did but this year something was different. The character Bojack felt less like a central driving force and more like a part of a richer tapestry, than ever before.

We got episodes dedicated to Todd, Princess Carolyn and Bojack’s mother, as well episodes that had no Bojack in them period. Bojack still had a big part to play but I think the writers recognised something important, that in a long running dramatic series at a certain point you need to start distributing the dramatic weight of the show among the full ensemble.

At the end of season 3 Bojack’s story had hit such dramatic heights (or rather depths) that this year for him became more about his recovery and the drama of his arc became more understated. With that though the real massive gut punches of this season were often found elsewhere.

The finale was overall the most positive and hopeful one the show had ever delivered but even within that was the potential breakdown in the relationship between Diane and Mr Peanutbutter. It is classic Bojack moment, when Diane starts her speech on the nature of their marriage you feel like the show is going for a tidy conclusion but instead it delivers something much more messy and true to their arc this year.

This season’s outstanding episode and moment for me came in the Princess Carolyn episode. The final moment where she reveals that what we thought were flash-forwards were just in fact her imagination is just an incredible moment of television. Bojack Horseman can pull the rug out from underneath you better than any show out there. Although that whole episode had in theory been quite sad, as her relationship and prospects of being a mother ended, we thought that everything would be okay because we were seeing her future great-grandchildren, but then in a single moment the show takes that security net away from us to reveal something unremittingly sad and with no inevitable happy ending.

Todd’s arc slightly petered out but he remains such a fun presence on the show and his struggles with his asexuality feel like genuinely original subject to tackle on TV and that makes him consistently interesting. 

Bringing it back to Mr Peanutbutter though, I was initially hesitant about the whole Trump allegory but the show went in unexpected places with it. By a few episodes it was clear that the show had no real interest in doing some on the nose Trump critique and instead the arc became about his relationship with Diane and highlighted how tragically incompatible they are at times.

The plot and flashbacks with Bojack’s mom were the season’s most viscerally depressing stuff. At times it felt like it was almost too much but the show found inventive and creative ways of telling this horribly sad story. It was an important story to tell as well because I think in the past I felt that the whole Bojack had a tragic past was a bit cliched. It has become a habit of modern TV and film to give dislikable characters horrible childhoods to make them more likable, but by giving his mother a full and tragic arc as well it gave a richness of meaning to previous flashbacks of Bojack childhood.

The final moments of Time’s Arrow seemingly mark the first time a male figure has ever treated her with compassion, as Bojack comforts her, admittedly with lies, but nonetheless does something that no one else in his family history had the generosity to do.

Taking a step back I’m interested by pieces by the likes of Matt Zoller Seitz claiming this to be the best season of the show. I’m not sure I agree, but I think this might be the most complete season of the show, even if the third maybe hit me that bit harder at times. Yet I also suspect that when I rewatch this season it might just ascend to the top of my season rankings. 

Black Eyed Monster - Hour Six

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Series Masterlist

Summary: Before her sixth injection, the reader escapes her shackles, trying to run away from the monsters in her head that are being created by the mixture of human and demon blood….

Request: No

Pairing/Characters: Dean x Demon!Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley (mentioned), Monsters (in her head) 

Word Count: 1281

Warnings: angst, delusions, injections of blood, language, physical abuse

A/N: if you’re wondering, yes the gif is supposed to be like that. Other note, this part is pretty graphic. If you guys get confused with this chapter, just ask me in my messages and i’ll explain what you didn’t understand. There’s a lot going on. Also, I’m loving all the messages and comments about this series :) you guys are literally so amazing! 


“It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real,” (Y/N) whispered to herself over and over again. The dungeon had gone dark once the boys left to figure out a plan on how to conquer the images that were floating around (Y/N)’s head. Her heart was beating a million miles per hour. Everywhere she looked, shadows danced past her, twirling around her. Her hands were shaking, making the chains she was in jiggle. She wanted Dean, but he was nowhere to be found and it wasn’t like she could go to him. Only 3 more injections, she thought to herself.

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Secrets

 I am making this into a series, it’s a bit different than the prompt. I hope the Anon that requested this doesn’t mind. But I had a lot of fun writing this. 

Prompt: “Not sure if it’s possible, but can you write an imagine where Bobby had kept a big secret from Sam and Dean, which is that they have a little sister (16 or 17 maybe), and their sister has been living with Bobby all her life without the boys knowing. Also, Cas has been her guardian angel since birth, so Sam and Dean are shocked to hear that he’s kept the secret too.” -ANON 

A/N: I have a few things I am working on so definitely keep an eye out guys! 

Pairings: None, Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer, Mentions of John Winchester 

Warnings: Death,Cursing, underage drinking, blood, secrets

Since I was about ten years old, I have lived with my Uncle Bobby. Before my Mom died I remember coming to his house all the time, my Mom was a hunter, but I didn’t know that at the time. So when I would go to Bobby’s I would be there for days to sometimes weeks at a time. I spent my time reading old books and walking around finding cool parts of old cars. My Dad died when I was very young so I didn’t know much about him except that he was a pretty cool guy from what my mom told me. Since I have been at Uncle Bobby’s I learned the truth very quickly after my mom had died and now here I am, 16, sitting at the table with a beer, and an old lore book helping Uncle Bobby with some research for the Winchesters.

I had grew up around the Winchesters since I started coming to Bobby’s house. I had seen John a few times and he was pretty nice but he never stayed long. Then Dean and Sam had started coming around a lot and I knew they were John’s sons, Dean always like to play pranks on me or if he broke something he’d blame it on me. Sam was different though, he is pretty cool he has always been nice to me. He’d always help me get back at Dean whenever he played a prank on me or he would just hang out, watch movies, and get pizza with me. As I got older the more I got involved with their hunts. Both of them had my number and since I am taking online high school courses to get my diploma, they would call me all the time for help with research if Uncle Bobby wasn’t available but even then I would still help Uncle Bobby. Then I started going on hunts with Bobby and the boys and sometimes just Sam and Dean.

Currently I am sitting in the back seat of Baby, Dean’s only true love in this life. I currently was reading some lore about what we were currently hunting in Kalispell, Montana. I was reading about Skin Walkers and Sam was convinced it was a werewolf. But it didn’t explain why the townspeople were saying they saw red eyes that looked like burning coals. When we got to the motel we were staying in, I immediately grabbed my things threw them on the bed, grabbed my book and a beer, and sat down at a small table. “Looks like someone called dibs on the bed,” Dean said as he walked through the door. I didn’t even look up before I flipped him off and was satisfied when I heard Sam quietly laugh behind him. After the boys decided they were going to go the bar down the street I finished what I was reading and decided to go lay down and watch some TV. As I went to the bathroom to wash my face I heard the door open, I immediately grabbed my gun from my duffle bag that I had sat in the bathroom.

I would have suspected it to be Dean or Sam but normally they come in through the door louder than anything I have heard, especially after a bar night. I turned the light off from the bathroom and turned out towards the door, but nothing was there. Just an empty room but the door was wide open. I quickly turned on the light and shut the door, then turning around to observe the room I was in to make sure whatever had intruded didn’t decide to stay. After I discovered nothing, I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and immediately called Sam. When Sam answered the phone I could barely hear him, I could pretty much only hear the background music playing in the bar. “Sam, I need you guys to come back to the motel.” Finally the music in the background subsided and I figured he must have went outside, “Why? What’s going on (Y/N)?” “I was in the bathroom washing my face, I heard the door open. I figured it was you two but then I didn’t hear both of your huge ass elephant feet walk through the door. So I grabbed my gun and went out to see what happened. When I went out I saw the door was wide open and all the lights were off.” I heard Dean’s voice in the background, “Hang on Sweetheart we are on our way back. Stay in the room okay?” “Trust me I am staying right here, I am not about to risk being slaughtered in the parking lot. I’ll see you guys soon, be careful when you get here.” “(Y/N) we are always careful. But we will see you soon.”

About ten minutes after we hung up, I finally heard Sam and Dean at the door. They came in and looked at me to make sure I was okay. “Guy’s stop, I’m fine.” Dean backed away, “We have to make sure, cause if anything happens to you Bobby will have our asses.” I laughed, “Anyways, I looked around the place to see if maybe whatever broke in here had left anything. Then I found this caught in the door frame, it looks like a piece of wolf skin.” Sam took the piece out of my hand and looked at it, “(Y/N) I think you are right, it is a skinwalker.” Dean looked at it next, “You mean to tell me some weirdo wearing an outfit made of wolf skin was in our room?” I smiled, “Yep there sure was, I hope your bed smells like wet dog.” Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to the table and sat down. “So according to the lore, a Navajo skinwalker is believed to wear the skins of the animal that it wants to morph into. They are also supposed to be highly experienced medicine men that use their healing power to inflict pain and suffering onto people,” I told them. Dean looked at me, “So how do we kill it?” “From what I have read in the lore, it is believed that if you find out the Skinwalkers human name, it will die,” Sam chimed in. “Okay so we will do some more digging around tomorrow, find the son of a bitch, and then gank it.” Both of the boys nodded and then we all got ready for bed.

We had been going around to a few local medicine shops hoping to maybe our skinwalker there but all of them had been very clean and modern looking. Absolutely no suspicious activity coming from them. I had went in undercover, saying I had been camping in the woods and that I had a weird rash on my back. Every place I had went to gave me some kind of antibiotic in some kind of a jar. Then we finally came along the last place in town and all of us went inside this time. This place was different then all of the other places we went to. As soon as we walked in, it was like walking into a yoga studio. There was tapestry along the walls, incense burning, and then on a chair towards the back of the room I noticed a wolf skin blanket, I nudged Dean’s arm he noticed it too. Right when Dean was about to say something a middle aged woman walked out and smiled at us, “What can I help you guys with today?” I walked towards the counter, “My cousins and I were out camping and I woke up with this weird rash on my back.” She nodded, “Oh it sounds like you must have been around something you were allergic to. Let me grab a lotion I have in the back.”

Sam cleared his throat, “You saw the wolf skin in the back too right?” Dean and I nodded, “We need to find out her name.” Dean nodded and then an older man came out and gave me a small container of lotion, “You’ll want to put this on twice a day and then it should be gone.” I smiled and nodded. Then Dean cleared his throat, “Is that your wolf skin back there?” The man nodded, “Yes it is, my grandfather gave it to me. He ran this place wonderful place before I did.” Dean stuck his hand out, “I’m James and this is my brother Rob, and this is my cousin Hannah.” The man stuck his hand out to shake Dean’s hand, “Nice to meet you my name is Rick.” I smiled at the man, “Well thanks again for the lotion.” I grabbed Dean’s shoulder and he waved goodbye, then we walked out the door. “I think this is our guy,” Dean said as he bent down to get into Baby. “How are we supposed to catch him?” Sam question and all of us shrugged. “Maybe we should go out tonight and see if maybe we run into him.” Sam looked back at me, “That might not be a bad idea.”

Dean, Sam, and I all went out to some diner near our hotel and while the Sam was enjoying his salad and Dean was digging into his double bacon cheeseburger. I went to the restroom and was trying to figure out how this was all going to work out. As I stared at myself in the mirror I realized this one was going to be totally unpredictable so I walked back out to the table to finish my Mac n Cheese. As I sat down I noticed a gray wolf by the street looking directly at me. “I forgot my purse in Baby, I’ll be right back.” Dean and Sam both looked at me, “You never carry a purse, what are you doing?” Sam looked me in the eyes. “Listen, I saw a wolf outside and I need you to watch my back. I’m going outside to see if maybe this is it.” Sam gave me a disapproving look and then Dean cleared his throat and looked down, nodding to the gun he was handing me under the table. I took this pistol and put it in my waistband behind my back so that my jacket could cover it.

As I walked towards the car I noticed the wolf was gone. Then I saw the wolf lurking behind an old truck watching my every step. With what I had learned over the years, I made sure to make it obvious that I knew what was going on. Baby was farther away from the diner and I knew this could get ugly, so I prepared myself. I got in the back seat of baby with the door and left the door open, hoping that the wolf would be ballsy enough to try to get me back here. I was right, cause as soon as I went to get out the wolf was right there snarling his teeth at me. I began to reach for pistol and then the fucking thing scratched my side, deep. I knew there was a lot of blood, but then I heard Dean’s voice yell, “Rick!” The wolf immediately turned his head in recognition of his name. I kicked the wolf with what energy I had left, it whimpered, and then scurried off.

Sam immediately ran to the Impala to check on me and Dean went after the wolf. “Hey (Y/N), are you okay?” I moved my jacket out of the way and Sam saw the long gashes left by the wolf. “Shit it’s okay just lay down, we’re gonna get you back to the motel and stitch you up soon okay?” I nodded and Sam helped me lay down. As Sam jumped into the driver’s seat I heard him curse “Fuck” under his breath. I felt the car move and I instantly groaned in pain, “Where’s Dean?” Sam turned back towards me, “He’s trying to find Rick. (Y/N) you look really pale, try not to fall asleep okay?” I pulled my hand up and gave him a thumbs up so he would see it in the rearview mirror, and he smiled. Eventually I felt the car pull over and come to a stop, Sam got out of the car and soon Dean was back in the driver’s seat.

“What happened?” Sam asked. “The son of a bitch took off in the woods, I chased him down, and then I ganked him. I hate dogs.” I started to laugh but it came out as a cough instead. Dean looked back at me, “Oh shit kid. You don’t look too good.” Sam hit him in the arm and Dean gave him his signature “What?” look. We finally got to the motel and then Dean pulled me out of the car and then carried me bridal style towards the room. As Dean put me down on the bed, I heard Sam pour something into a glass. “Do you really think now is the time for a drink?” Sam laughed, “It’s for you kiddo,” then he handed me the glass of whiskey and I immediately shot it back. Dean gave me a surprised look and then grabbed the first aid kit. Sam careful ripped my torn shirt so that Dean could stitch me up.

After Dean stitched me up, I immediately showered and came out in my pajamas and went to bed. When I woke up the next morning the boys were already awake and were finishing putting their things into their duffle bags. I slowly pushed myself off of the bed and then Dean saw me struggling, “Good morning sunshine!” I glared up at the oldest Winchester, “We already packed your things so you don’t worry. Also on your nightstand Sam put half of a painkiller and some water.” I looked towards my nightstand, “Thank you.” Then Sam walked in and saw that I was awake, “Hey kiddo, how are you feeling?” I scrunched up my face, “Well I feel like I got mauled by a wolf so you know I’m just fantastic.” Sam and I both laughed.

As we arrived at Uncle Bobby’s house, Bobby was already outside waiting for us. As soon as I got out of the car Bobby yelled. “What on Earth were you two idjits thinking letting her go out by herself?” Dean looked down, “We gave her a gun watched her back Bobby, she’s sixteen she can handle herself.” Bobby yelled, “And where exactly did that get you?” Dean looked right back down, “Listen you idjits, you need to know something. Including you (Y/N).” Bobby looked stressed. “Boys, (Y/N) is your sister. (Y/N), Sam and Dean are your brothers.” Dean and Sam both looked at each other and then looked at me. “Wait what?”

People like Brando are just kindergarten compared with Kinski. He is totally mad and unpredictable. It’s very hard to domesticate this wild man. I almost shot him it got so bad. There are rumors I directed him behind the camera with a gun. This is not true. He threatened to leave the set and I explained very calmly that I did have a rifle. He would reach the bend of the river, but with eight bullets. You can see there is something raging in this man. I owe him a lot. We owe each other a lot. We liked each other, we hated each other and we respected each other. It’s not easy to explain our relationship. It sounds like a paradox. The only thing that counts is what we see on screen.
—  Werner Herzog on directing Klaus Kinski