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I hate you so much, it must be true love

Murphy x Reader, little bit of Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, some swearing…I am trash…

Summary: After an argument about Pike, you and Bellamy break up. You want to hurt him. When you and Murphy get to talking you two start a love/ hate relationship. Things get heated. Fluff ending.

Ahem….I decided that there was not enough Murphy smut in this world. I’m usually more of a Bellamy girl but…he’s been a little brainwashed shit lately so I got more inspired by Murphy. I’m gonna consider this a oneshot I guess…slight POV change in the middle there. Sorry it’s a long one. I just couldn’t stop myself. Also sorry if it’s not good. It’s my first one and considering it’s mine…ofc it’s smut. :)


“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” you say turning away from your boyfriend…well…kinda boyfriend. You and Bellamy had been sharing a room for four months now, ever since Clarke left. But sharing a bed was not all that you and Bellamy did at night. Everything was starting to look fine, until now.

“You actually think that this headcase is right? That anything Pike does is for ‘the good of the people’?!” You throw your arms in the air facing Bellamy, anger starting to fuel your actions. “Y/n, the grounders can’t be trusted. You of all people should know that!” “ Oh, don’t you dare bring this up right now!”

You lost your best friend in the ring of fire created to stop the grounder attack. That whole thing was a bit taboo, Bellamy had never even brought it up to you before right now. You felt betrayed by Bellamy. You had loved him, but you could no longer stand by his side with this.

“I’m sorry, but this is the hard truth. The grounders want us dead and if we don’t do something now, they will have their way. Pike understands that, why can’t you?” He crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. You can see that neither of you is going to back down from this.

“Believe me, I understand. But what you’re talking about….it’s bound to start another war. One that we might not be able to survive.” you step closer to him and lower your voice, fighting back the tears. “You’re talking about slaughtering 300 innocent people who were sent here to protect us!” You hear your voice break as a tear sets loose. Neither of you seem to be able to believe what the other is saying. Bellamy raises his voice completely overtaken by his stubbornness.

“Innocent!? Each and every one of these savages is to be blamed for the amount of people we’ve all lost. They started this, Y/n. We’re just going to end it.” Bellamy’s not the man that you thought he was. This proves it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy yells after you as he sees you grab your packed bag and jacket. “I can’t do this anymore, Bell. It’s over and you know it.”


It has been a week. You haven’t even talked to Bellamy. You could barely look at his face since the massacre. To you Bellamy had become the monster he’d thought the grounders to be. He’d returned the battle unharmed, that somehow upset you even more. You wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the pain that cursed through your heart and shadowed your mind.

“Why the sad face, Princess?” *ugh* Murphy was the last person you wanted to see. You’d never really talked to Murphy before. Bellamy always told you to stay away from him, that he was a murderer and that you would get hurt…but then again, Bellamy wasn’t here was he? His opinion no longer mattered to you.

“Boy drama.” You were sitting on a cut down log with bottle of whiskey in your hand. You’re guessing you didn’t look so good if even Murphy had noticed. “I see. So things must be going great with Bellamy.” He says with exaggerated sarcasm.

“Well, you could say that. I mean…we broke up about a week ago.” You finally look up at him. He looks disheveled. You all do most of the time. No time to sit in front of a mirror really.

“Eesh, tough luck. Mind if I sit here?” He asks gesturing the makeshift chair. “Sure.” You scoot over a bit to give him some space, and offer him a drink.

“No thanks. Can’t really drown my demons anymore. Those fuckers learned how to swim.” You chuckle a bit. Taking a sip for yourself. “What happened to your arm?” You ask pointing to the bandages on his forearm. “Uhm, dinner tried to eat me first I guess.” He gives you a crooked smile and you smile back. He doesn’t seem half as bad as Bellamy had made him out to be.


A few days had passed. You enjoyed Murphy’s company though you’d never tell anyone so. You two always bickered and flirted shamelessly.

“Hey, asshole! Has your face always looked this messed up or did you just forget to put on makeup today?” You give him a goofy smile as he gets closer. “Sup, bitch? What are you even doing here, shouldn’t you be workin’ the street corner?” He smiles back at you and you both shake your heads.

“Poor form, but nice try.” “Yeah, I’m not too proud of that one. I’ll keep working on it. You free tonight?” You always hung out in the evening after your shifts so you agreed to do the same tonight.

He made you happy. None of the others approved of your friendship but you didn’t mind basking in your hedonism. Especially because of the way you knew this made Bellamy feel. He hadn’t really stopped caring for you, but atleast he’d stopped his efforts to make contact with you.

Tonight was bonfire night…but something else was different. You sat a lot closer to Murphy. Your voice sounded a lot more sultry. Maybe it was because you could feel Bellamy’s eyes burn holes into your side. But that wasn’t it. You felt weirdly drawn to Murphy. He was smart, and funny. He made you feel safe enough to open up to him. Tell him things about yourself you never even allowed yourself to think of. You seemed to have the same sort of affect on him. Tonight, after a few drinks, your morals had disappeared and lust had settled in.

You dragged him off to a quiet hallway, away from peering eyes. You leaned against a wall and pulled him closer to you. He stared deep into your eyes, glancing at your lips every now and then. He placed a hand on your waist, squeezing a little to bring you closer. He wrapped his other hand in your hair, tugging at the strands as he ground himself against you.

“You want this, Princess?” His hot breath on your face made shivers run down your spine. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and a leg behind his. You kissed him passionately, letting your tongues explore each-others mouths as he lifted your leg higher around his waist so you could feel his erection grind against you through the unnecessary layers of clothing.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss. He looks at you with a confused yet determined look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I just-” you gasp as he starts kissing your neck, definitely leaving marks for later. It feels so good so you urge him not to stop as you talk.

“I need you to remember, that I still hate you. This-this is just a momentary lapse of weakness brought on by involuntary abstinence. And I can’t do this if you feel something else or whatever. So I must ask. Do you hate me?” He stops for a little bit to look you in the eyes. His eyes seem darker, more focused. He clenches his jaw and shifts his eyes for a second. “Yea, sure.”

You didn’t really believe him but you also didn’t really care. You had never been too great with emotions but you could see he was a little scolded. But right now your brain had no power. Your body wanted him, and he wanted you.

“Then hell yea I want this.” That was the last coherent sentence you spoke. You pulled on his hair as he disheveled yours. The only thing cooling you down was the cold metal you were pinned up against.


Bellamy’s POV

He’d been drinking all night like everyone else. He needed a drink after seeing Y/n drape herself all over Murphy’s lap. He still cared for her, but he wasn’t sure if she cared for him. Maybe she was just trying to make him jealous. Maybe there was still hope for them.

He said goodnight to the rest of the guard and stumbled over to the Ark. He was heading down the halls when he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/n and Murphy tangled up against a wall. Murphy seemed to notice him standing there but all he did was pull away from the kiss to give Bellamy a crooked smile before grabbing Y/n’s breast, kneading it in his hands as she moaned in his ear and sloppily kissed her neck.

Bellamy couldn’t take this. He practically ran back to the bonfire. He needed a few dozen more drinks before he could let himself think again.


Y/n’s POV

You’re still slightly intoxicated, yet everything seems much clearer. Murphy’s kissing your neck, sucking and biting at all the right places. You moan louder than you wanted to. You plead for Murphy to take you to your room.

When you somehow finally get there Murphy picks you up. You’re straddling him and kissing him while he kicks the door closed. You help him shrug off his jacket and do the same with your own. You’re tugging at his shirt as you try to get rid of yours. Once you succeed you find yourself on the bed. Frantically kissing him as he swiftly removes his shirt.

Your bodies are tightly pressed against each-other. His hands are roaming your body as you try to make the most of what he’s allowing you to move. He starts kissing down your jaw, your neck, stopping to suck and nibble at your nipples, kneading your breast with one hand. Then continues kissing your stomach, all the way down to your aching core. He strips you of your pants and underwear, kissing your inner thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he licks straight over your wet heat.

“All ready for me aren’t you?” He asks you meeting your gaze. You can’t help but stare. He looks so hot between your legs. “Yes-yes, Murphy. Gosh, just fuck me already!” “Impatient little doll. I promise you, I’ll make this worth your while.” And oh was he right. He shifts his focus from your eyes back to your core. He’s like Picasso with his tongue. He makes you grab the sheets in a pathetic attempt to steady yourself as you unravel and let out moans, screams and cusses of his name. Once he’s done you’ve already become a panting mess. He wipes your fluids off his chin and smirks at you.

“You were right, totally worth it!” You smile at him as gets up on his knees in front of you. “I’m always right.” “So you are.” You lift yourself off the bed to place sloppy kisses to his abdomen. You run your hands up the middle of his chest and down his sides, settling them on his belt. You keep kissing his hip bones and his small happy trail as you undo his belt and zipper. He helps you slide off his pants, his eyes glued to your every motion. You kiss the fabric that covers his erection. “Do you want me? Say you want me.” Your voice is light, yet sultry as ever. He practically groans his answer. “Yes, fuck yes I want you!” He pulls you up to kiss him again.

Soon enough he releases your body just enough that you can start kissing all the way down his neck, shoulders and chest. You take off his underwear and lay a firm grip on his throbbing cock. He throws his head back as you lick a small circle around his tip and pump a few times. He can’t seem to look away and decides to hold back your hair. Barely pushing you in any direction. You take him in your mouth little by little. His groaning, swears and moans of your name getting louder with each pump.

“That’s it, Princess! You’re in trouble now!” He pushes you back on the bed. Kissing you deeply, rubbing small circles around you clit. You’re now begging him for a release again. And he is sure willing to oblige. He pulls away and grabs his cock to guide himself through your entrance. You both groan from pleasure. You nod a little, giving him the ok to start moving. You’re both near your climaxes so his pace quickens. Any attempts of kissing fail because your mouth keeps dragging down his chin with each thrust. But neither of you mind.

He’s holding himself up on one elbow, burying his other hand’s fingers in your hips. You drag your fingernails over his back almost painfully enough to draw blood. This makes him grunt even more, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. You even bite his shoulder a little. His length slightly painful, but all the more enjoyable.

The rest of the world no longer exists. Just you and him. You barely hear the people outside. All you can sense is the sweat, the sound of skin against skin, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You keep working in harmony with his thrusts. Your eyes too intrigued by the movements of his lean muscles to dare close. You glance at the place where your bodies meet and feel yourself unraveling underneath him.

You scream his name into oblivion and his movements become less calculated and more uneven as he comes from the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He moans your name in response as he rides out both of your orgasms. He pulls out soon enough. Both of you panting and unable to speak as he lays beside you. You feel weak and you’re shivering, but not from cold. From absolute extacy.

Once you’ve both regained your composure you curl up to his side. He lifts one of your legs up over him and you place a hand on his chest to draw circles on his skin.

“That was…amazing.” He says smiling at you in the glow of the moonlight shining through the small window. “Yeah, it was. Would love to repeat that sometime soon.” You smile back at him. He kisses your head. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”


Soon enough you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, until he speaks up again. “I lied earlier.” “What?” You rub your eyes a little until you can clearly see the guilty look on his face as he stares at the ceiling.

“What are you talking about?” He licks over his lips and looks at you. “Earlier, when I said that I hated you…I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m sorry but, you’re actually one of the few people I like in this hellhole. The only person, to be exact.”

You just keep smiling at him. “I know.” “Wha- but you said…” He looks at you with the same confused look from earlier, except this one isn’t shadowed by lust, it’s shaded by hope. “I know what I said. And I lied too. I actually like you too.” You kiss him for reassurance, before turning over and tugging him to spoon you. You’re both fading to sleep as you hear him mumble.

“Thank god.”

If you wish it...there’s some chance that it will happen

170318 Exordium Malaysia

Those shirts remind me of the pastel video Dan and Phil did XD ahhhh I’m such trashhhhhhh

They were really goofy~

GIF VERSION. We have a Baekhyun strolling along like it’s nobody’s business but then…

BOOM COLLSISION THEN KICK. ahhhhhhhh, Chanyeol, we could take you away for abuse

Ehehe, I love it when they play fight~ I think it’s the cutest thing ^^ so happen

*cough* height difference. That’s one good thing about shipping some pair with height difference XD there’s always something to spazz about

Oh yeah look at that tongue *insert lenny face here* (I’m so sorry XD)

Mhmm mhmm I don’t blame you for staring Park Chanyeol, that’s quite a work of art in front of you XD (ugh I hate myself)


Aww they look so happy ;3 they glad to be back together after being apart so long ;u; (i missed them)

This tumblr post is hilarious and accurate, and it made me think about what my ideal McGenji fic would contain. Twenty minutes later I had this idea, so here is the McGenji fic I’d write if my fiction writing spoons ever return from the war.

They go on a Blackwatch mission together and kick ass, but then their clothes (Genji’s included because I said so) are ruined for probably the same contrived reasons that women in anime have strategic clothing rips from a weapon passing by them briefly. And this wouldn’t be a problem except they’re technically undercover, and while civilians don’t blink at weird outfits or cybernetics, blood and ripped clothes means violence that they want to stay well away from. So they have to get new clothes. McCree is ready to head to the nearest secondhand store, because lbr people who end up in street gangs in their mid-teens are generally not financially stable people, but former rich playboy Genji is like “oh honey no, let me show you a better way.”

And Genji manages to ferret out a clothes store that serves the very wealthy of the city, because in thrift stores, they’re always looking for the “criminal element”, but the wealthy and famous have any number of sins they want to cover up, so they pay well and the staff of the boutique are always very discreet. And sure enough as soon as Genji starts talking to them, they identify that attitude that people born into privilege often have, and like magic, their old ruined bloody clothes have disappeared and they’re in designer (“only because we don’t have the time to be properly tailored, you understand, but surely you can fit in a few alterations, no, we don’t mind waiting, could one of the staff perhaps go and get us something to eat and a little something for yourself of course”) and they wait out the manhunt for them eating fancy food and drinking expensive coffee in this boutique, because of course the local police wouldn’t dare come interrupt the patrons of this shop, they’re very important people. 

And McCree cannot pull off the attitude Genji can, but the staff assume they’re together, that ~poor disabled Genji~ (ugh) can’t date someone ~proper~ so he provides for this handsome young man. And McCree, being a black ops operative, is good at reading the room, and he goes with it because things will go more smoothly this way. And he’s shocked how good he looks in these clothes with just a little tailoring (rich people get literally everything tailored, it’s why celebrities always look like that, not even kidding y'all) and Genji, from the other stool where he’s examining his own outfit, gives him this look. Y'all know what I mean, that classic fanfic “you gon’ get laid” look.

So they keep up this charade until they leave, and Genji drops the facade and has a heart to heart with McCree about how sometimes people like that are so fake and he can’t stand that people won’t acknowledge how fucked up rich people are under it all, everything gets swept under the rug including attempted murder Hanzo. And then he gives McCree another Look and he’s like “at least it gave me a chance to see what your body looks like out of those layers you wear.” AND THEN THEY FUCK.

(look I know what I like and it’s violence, fake relationships, and putting clothes on characters that I desire but can never afford.)

Cuddling with Winwin
  • adfg my first request for a memebr of the china line
  • i’m so excited for doing this, i love this baby so muchhh
  • he’s just so adorable and innocent and he’s so clueless all the time
  • is imposible not to love him am i right or what
  • shoutout to anon for requesting this!!!
  • also, give this cutie lots of love dO YOU HEAR ME
  • tbh, i don’t see sicheng being a clingy person
  • maybe sometimes he would do cute things for you like playing with your hair or back hugging you maybe
  • but normally, you’re always the one who starts the skinship
  • and when you do it’s not even something crazy 
  • is just simple little things like honding his pinky
  • or maybe give him a little kiss in his cheek
  • but even innocents things like that gets him SO flustered
  • but, going to the story, you guys were alone in the dorms that day and the rest of the members wouldn’t comeback until some hours
  • and since the moment were taeyong said that he was doing nothing but thinking about cuddling you
  • there are times when the only thing he has in his mind is wanting to hold you and kiss you and repeting you for hours how much he loves you
  • he just can’t do it and he feels so upset and disappointed in himself
  • don’t get him wrong, though
  • he’s so deeply in love with you, he would do ANYTHING for you
  • the problem is just that he doesn’t know how to show it to you
  • but you noticed that every time he feels like this the way he acts is really different so it’s easy to tell
  • he gets really silent and tries to avoid your gaze at all costs and he keeps playing with his fingers
  • he just really wants to cuddle but the words won’t go out of his throat and it killing him
  • so you have to do the first move before he explodes of something lmao
  • “sicheng? since we have the dorms for ourselves what if we watch this movie that i just found in netflix, uh?”
  • “ah, s-sure thing baobei”
  • also he’s scared of having awkward moments with you while cuddling
  • this sounds a bit weird?? but like
  • he just would never be able to forgive himself if he makes his own partner feel uncomfortable while doing something that both of you are supose to enjoy
  • and of course you noticed this
  • so, when you cuddle, you do it while watching a movie or before sleep
  • and in that way y’all avoid any awkward moments because you’ll be busy watching the movie or really sleepy
  • and he’s so grateful towards you for being so compressive, you have no idea
  • and while cuddling it’s always the spoon, always, it’s the most convenient one for y’all
  • for you because you’re always the little spoon, so you get him to backhug you and sometime to recive some kisses
  • and also is convenient for him bc you can’t see his blushy face and smiley face
  • so there you were
  • sicheng’s arms were around your waist, with his hand under your t-shirt, exploring your skin, his touches were making you feel more and more sleepy
  • and do you remember that i told you about cuddling before sleeping?
  • that’s the moment when he opens up the most to you
  • when he heared you yawing he smiled and putted you closer to his body
  • he even dare to leave a few kisses in your jawline and neck, making your heart race
  • “i-i really love you, y/n, really”
  • “i love you too, sicheng”
  • he would never get tired of hearing that words coming from you
  • you were able to make him feel so weak with simplest things
  • while you are sleeping he always gets really sincere with his feelings
  • asking to an sleepy you to forgive him for things he can’t control
  • “i’m so sorry for being like this, baobei, you deserve so much better, and i promise you that i’m trying my best, y/n”
  • my heart is broken why is this suddenly so angsty
  • little he didn’t know that you weren’t asleep yet
  • hehehe >:)
  • “i know you are, baby and i really appreciate it”
  • you turned around to see his face but even before you could even blink he was already kissing you
  • his soft lips felt like heaven and he never stopped touching you in that dedicated way that always drove you crazy
  • you snuggled up in his chest, the sound of his heart calming you
  • “sleep with me a little, baby”
  • you could tell that he was smiling without even looking at him
  • “sure, baobei, the movie you choosed was so boring that i was going to fell asleep anyways”
  • “ugh, shut up sicheng, you know that i choosed it randomly”
  • he giggled at how adorable you looked while being angry
  • “you’re an angel, right? you’re just too good to be real”
  • ok, so i’m gonna finish it here bc idk if this is what y’all expected??
  • but, anyways, i hope yall enjoyed it anyways lmao <3
How Suzaku would flirt with Lelouch

As requested by anon

1. Reminiscing about the past

Suzaku: Those were some tough times during the Invasion of Japan, huh?

Suzaku: Remember when we had to sleep in the forest so that we weren’t spotted by the Britannian forces?

Suzaku: And we had to huddle together for warmth?

Suzaku: Now that I think about it, I’m pretty cold right now! How about a huddle, for old times’ sake!

Lelouch: No need for that, Suzaku, you can take one of my coats in the hall.

Suzaku: But old times!

2. Happiness as glass metaphors

Suzaku: I might have been wrong before.

Suzaku: I think happiness is only like glass…if your face is on the other side.

Lelouch: …So, to be happy, I need a mirror?

Suzaku: Do you even emotion

3. Through moral reflection

Suzaku: Lelouch, I don’t approve of results gained through dishonest means.

Suzaku: So, you’ll have to buy me dinner first.

Lelouch: …?

4. Through statistics

Suzaku: Lelouch, did you know that I have a 94% compatibility rating?

Lelouch: With your Knightmare?

Suzaku: With you.

5. Through the heat of battle

Suzaku: I swear, Lelouch, I’LL ANNIHILATE YOU!

Suzaku: …if you know what I mean. [winks]



Suzaku: Lelouch, you are terrible at flirting.

Lelouch: Wh-what?!

6. With surprises

You know how Suzaku always likes to barge in at the last minute to disrupt Lelouch’s plans?

Lelouch: S-Suzaku? What are you doing here!

Suzaku: Surprise! Look, I got dinner!

Lelouch: But how did you even find this place?! It’s supposed to be highly classi-

Suzaku: Huh?

Lelouch: Highly…classy.

Suzaku: Only the best for you!

7. With secret hand signals

Lelouch came up with a series of secret hand signals to communicate with Suzaku. Unfortunately, Suzaku could never learn them.

Suzaku: Psst! Lelouch!

Suzaku: [makes weird hand signal]


Suzaku: Wait, crap, what’s the one for “you look good”?

Suzaku: [makes weird hand signal]


Suzaku: Ugh…

8. Using Lancelot to leave a message

Soldier #1: Oh god, the destruction. Bodies everywhere…why must the innocent always suffer?

Soldier #2: Hey, Derek, check this out. Tracks in the dirt. Looks like someone was trying to leave a message.

Soldier #1:

Soldier #1: “Dinner?”

Soldier #2: This is by the far the weirdest case of fraternising with the enemy I’ve encountered.

9. Through puns

Suzaku: So let me get this straight - I become Zero after you die.

Lelouch: That’s right.

Suzaku: So basically, I will be nothing without you.


Lelouch: Just put on the damn mask.

10. In the Zero Requiem

Suzaku: Your heart isn’t the only thing I’ll be stabbing!


Lelouch: Suzaku, I just asked you to kill me. Is this really the time?

Suzaku: You ruined my life, dude. At least let me flirt when I want.

Dating Harry would be like

Dating Harry would be like:

-waking up to his texts which would mainly consist of “do you have a bandage cos I think I fell for you” or “hello, in need of a selfie cos not feeling very well today” “aw baby okay” of course you’d send him one “fuck me up” he’d say and fall for you all over again or “I saw your paparazzi shots and I’m about to nut”.

- “Why are you walking so slow Harry come on!” You would pull him by his hand but he would slow down again and continue to stare at your ass with no shame. Or give your ass a slap when you would walk by him, accidentally doing in public a few times.

-He would tip your cup while your drinking and laugh when you spill it “accident” he’d say raising his hands. “He would tap your shoulder and pretend it’s not him and laugh when you fall for it “you’re so cute”

-Harry following you around the house “why are you following me?” You’d ask getting annoyed. “My mom always told me to follow my dreams” he would say.
-you guys would be sitting together chilling but somehow you would always end up in his lap “Harry! How do you even-ugh!” And you would go back to your original spot while he snickers. Five minutes later you’re back in his lap and this time you don’t complain.

-Harry would get turned on by you at random times “baby you look so good in white”. While you’re doing you’re homework “baby let’s play teacher” “I would do you like homework” and you would get confused and flustered. He would whisper and nibble in your ear “I’ll slam you on the table and do you all night long” you would never turn in your homework on time.

-He would be so proud of you “THAT’S MY GIRL” when you finally get out of his grasp and run to the toilet because you’re late, but he would secretly be upset that you have to leave. “Mom, she’s so smart she got a 90 last time” he would show you off to his parents and you would blush. Of course he would give you other rewards for getting a good score which made you want to keep working hard. “Fuck me this is so good” he would compliment the ramen you made for the both of you or tea “you’re a goof” you would say. Or you would get your nails done and “oh em gee did you get a manicure?!” He would squeak in a girly voice and would tell you how pretty the color is, also it’s his new favorite color. He would have a bruised back the next morning if you know what I mean.

-You guys would have karaoke nights with your friends and he would sing cheesy love songs to you while you attempt to hide yourself from the embarrassment, or just his favorite “Sexy Back” keeping eye contact the entire time and your friends would go crazy.

-You would want the weirdest things like slime and he would get you a bunch or you would send him a picture of a cute dog or a bunny and he would surprise you with them while he’s away.

Harry would be the best boyfriend.

Birthday Girl

Warnings: none

Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister!Reader, John Winchester (mentioned).

Summary: reader is anxious about their birthday.

Word Count: 868

Y/N: your name

Y/N/N: your nickname

You had to say the past week had been, well, something else. Your birthday was on Sunday so of course your big brothers  decided that everyday they’d ask the same goddamn question you began to hate so much: “Who’s birthday is on Sunday?”. It was stupid really but the thought of your birthday was almost unbearable to withstand. It was hard to explain why you hated that date so much, you didn’t hate being alive it was just that good things didn’t tend to happen on your birthday and them reminding you of it wasn’t helping. You had managed to keep your composure for the entire week, well, almost. Everything was going okay until Saturday, the second you woke up the anxiety was already heavy inside your stomach, the stress from the next day was very present. Slowly you lifted yourself from the bed preparing yourself for the inevitable question you were to be asked.

You walked calmly into the kitchen and began preparing yourself a cup of coffee, suddenly you felt a presence behind you and you tensed up turning around grabbing the person by their collar and putting a fist to their face. Immediately you realized it was your older brother Damn, anxiety and hunter instincts really don’t mix well.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s just me chill.” Said Dean giving you a scared look knowing your strength and what would’ve happened if you’d just punched him without hesitating.

“Oh crap, sorry De.” You said as you let go of your big brother and straightened his shirt where you had grabbed him. You cringed internally as you anticipated the question, you began counting, waiting for the moment.

“Hey! Who’s birthday is tomorrow?” You heard Sam coming in from the hallway and the second you the last words escaped his lips you broke down. All the composure and patience you’ve had the entire week was gone. Suddenly every single memory from you past birthdays flooded into your brain like a someone pulled out the plug keeping everything inside.

“Y/N? Y/NN, what’s wrong?” Asked sam concerned he had done something to cause this.

“I’m- I’m sorry, excuse me.” You nearly sobbed, moving them away and running into your room. You didn’t want to face your past, not now at least. You laid on your bed for who knows how long, reminiscing on every single thing in your life. It confused you how your siblings weren’t the type to get excited over birthdays unless of course, it was yours. As always it was time for your brothers to come in and try to help you which they usually did, but this time you didn’t think they could. So you heard as the door to your room creaked open to reveal your brothers, your face against the pillow you only heard and felt them sit down next you.

“You wanna talk?” Said the person you could only describe as Sam as he put his hand on your back.

“Come on Sammy you already know the answer to that.” You said curtly as your tears began to dry on your cheeks.

“Doesn’t hurt to try though. So tell us what’s wrong, cause you know that if you don’t tell us now we’ll get it out of you somehow.” He said, and you knew he was right. It always ended like that; you hesitated before flipping over and sitting up.

“I-ugh. I just really don’t like my birthday.” You said looking down at your hands.

“Why?” Asked your eldest brother Dean.

“Because not very good things have happened on my birthday De. Don’t you remember?” upon hearing silence you continued, “My mother died when I was 6, so I was put into foster care, on my 7th birthday my foster parents ended up being freakin’ mauled by vampires, Dad finds me and so on until he leaves, then we find him and he too dies on my birthday. It’s like I’m bad luck…” You finished, tears leaking out once again from your eyes.

“Y/N. Don’t ever say you’re bad luck ever again. You are the everything but bad luck Yeah, you’ve gone through stuff but all that just brought you to us. We won’t ever let those things happen to you again, do you understand?” Said Dean reassuringly to you.

“yeah.” you answered softly.

“Y/N/N we love you so so much, you have made our lives smooch better and brighter. I remember when Dad first brought you I was so happy. I remember how you left us surprised the  first time you hunted because of how good you were, I remember how you won the spelling bee at your school. Those are the memories you should remember, you’ve helped us both so much and I hate that you think your bad luck.”

“Thank you Sammy, I love you both.” You said wiping away your final tears.

“Hey, what do you say if tomorrow morning I’ll make you your favourite breakfast. We can do whatever you want.” Sammy asked you lovingly.

“Yeah, that sounds good. But right now, I need my coffee” You said and you all laughed and got up ready to continue your day, your lives.


Okay so i know it’s short but I just whipped this up out of the fact that my birthday is actually on Sunday and I am actually kinda freaking out. 

anonymous asked:

I haven't really seen anyone talking about it before, but do you think it's inevitable that Izuku will wind up looking as emaciated as Toshinori the longer he has One for All? From the flashbacks with Gran Torino it looks like Toshinori didn't always look as, ugh, haggard as he does now. Plus, we know that OfA has a lot of physical repercussions on the user, and both All Might and now Izuku don't take good care of their bodies/are notably reckless and self-sacrificing.


the reason why Toshinori is so emaciated isn’t due to prolonged use of OFA, it’s because he had a hole punched in his side and lost his stomach and lung, and the surgeries and their complications are why he became so skinny and emaciated

it has nothing to do with his use of OFA. 

one of the major points in the series is that self-sacrifice isn’t always good, and you need to take care of yourself. that your actions have consequences, and you can’t recklessly run into a situation. Inko is worried about her son becoming paralyzed in his arms, and Toshinori is feeling the weight of that since he’s partially the reason why that happened. 

Izuku is realizing that he can’t just recklessly charge in and damage his limbs in order to win, because it does him no good in the long run, and it makes the people he’s closest to seriously worry for him. his actions have consequences.

Horikoshi is very good with this. everyone’s actions have consequences. Todoroki and Bakugou didn’t pass the Provisional License Exam b/c they didn’t do what was required of them, Iida went after Stain in revenge and now he has a serious injury in his arm that makes it hard to use it properly, Izuku pushed himself too far in his and Todoroki’s fight and permanently damaged his hand, Inko almost kept Izuku from going back to UA because his injuries were so serious, Toshinori’s novice teaching skills caused him to accidentally cause Izuku’s self destructive fighting streak in the first place, etc 

that’s why Izuku learning to take care of himself better and not injure himself in fights has become such a big deal, especially as of late. that’s why he switched to fighting with his legs, so he doesn’t do more damage to his arms, and he’s trying to regulate his power better so he doesn’t give himself even more injuries. that’s one of the major points of the series

hell, Aizawa said it early on in the series. if you injure yourself in the middle of a fight, you pretty much become as good as useless. Izuku took this lesson to heart, but he was still injuring himself in the process, just not enough to keep him down. now, he’s fighting in a way that doesn’t injure him at all.

Toshinori is all about self-sacrifice. this is one of his major faults. he’s so used to risking his life for everyone that it’s become normal for him. he told Inko straight up that he would risk his life in order to protect Izuku; and she flat out told him no

he needs to live. no more of that self-sacrificing bullshit. no, he needs to live and take care of himself for Izuku. dying would do no good to anyone. if Toshinori died, it would do more harm than good for Izuku. Izuku needs him alive and well. he needs Toshinori alive in order to learn from him more, and Toshi is practicing Izuku’s reason for living; he admires him so much.

one of the major points of the series is that self-sacrifice isn’t all that good. Stain’s whole moral is that Heroes should only be about self-sacrifice, and he’s on the extreme end of the spectrum. he’s got strong ideals, but he’s clearly presented as wrong. 

the series is deconstructing the self-sacrifice trope in shonen, and especially in hero comics. it has consequences. it’s not healthy. it’s bad for you. sometimes, just talking it out would be better. it’s not the only option you have. it causes pain, not just to you, but to those around you.

self-sacrifice is seen as good and noble, but there are consequences to it that is often ignored, and that’s what MHA is trying to show. it’s not all it’s talked up to be. the characters are being forced to see that it’s not as great as they thought, and that they need to think of other ways to fight, because self-sacrifice is just not going to cut it anymore

sure, there are going to be situations where it can’t be avoided. but that’s why they’re training. why Izuku specifically is training, so he can fight and protect without worrying about injuring himself again. the stronger and smarter and more cooperative they get, the less likely there’ll be many grievous injuries, or self sacrificial ploys

that’s one of the major points of the series. in the long run, self sacrifice isn’t gonna cut it. the characters are learning that and improving themselves so they don’t have to resort to it in every fight. to learn the value of themselves and how them getting hurt scares the people around them. about how their actions have consequences. how they can’t go on like that anymore

that’s the point Horikoshi is trying to make by showing us all the damage Toshinori took from his life of being a self-sacrificial hero. why he’s shown us Izuku getting more and more hurt as the series goes on.

because self-sacrifice isn’t the only way to be an effective hero. 

related meta:

i kinda hope that one day when harley is visiting tony the topic of new york comes up and everything starts groaning because “ugh here goes tony and his ego classic stark” and think he’s just trying to ultra brag in front of the kid

but then harley is like omg tony you’re speaking about ny!!!! that’s heaps good well done and everyone is super confused about why this kid is effectively enabling tony

(maybe that’s when they find out about about tonys panic attacks and PTSD because harley is horrified that they’d brush him off so quickly and wants them to realise how callously they’re acting, but there’s always a chance that harley would take one look at their reactions and realise that if this is how they’ve been acting to tony then harley isnt gonna be the one to tell them the full truth, they’ve done nothing to prove themselves to him - or to tony and in harley’s opinion the sooner tony realises this the better)

One of a Kind

For Negan Smut Week!

Sentence Prompt: “You like to hold it”

I wrote something a bit different. This is not with Number 6

Negan x Reader

Y/N=your name

Warnings - Negan smutty goodness. Language. NSFW. Sexy aesthetic

1950 words- using the Keep reading feature

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Polar Opposites (2/2)


Words: 7678

Genre: Fluff, Implied Smut, Stripper Jimin, Pole Dancing OC

Notes: Inspired by this fic

The teachers had called down every student in your department during lunchtime over the intercom. Walking down the hall to the studio  - you hear your name being called. “Hey Y/N!” Turning around, It was Seolhyun – one of your good friends who was in your department.

“What’s up?”

“Are you competing in the annual Conte De Fée?”

“Yeah of course!” Conte De Fée was a national, partner competition. The academy had won 3 times in a row until last year but it was the pride and joy of the academy. The winner received a trophy, $3000 for their department, a scholarship but the best was the summer internship in France with the top instructor, BoA.

Seolhyun starts walking with you. “But I heard a lot of things changed.” She whispers while looking around.

“Like what?” You ask suddenly feeling curious.

“Well it’s just rumours but remember what happened last year?” You nod, the gossip was still clear in your mind. Last year the academy was eliminated from the competition due to tampering, sabotage or something of that sort - nothing was really clear, it was just all rumours.


“Ahem.” Her words get cut off by a teacher standing behind you. Embarrassed, you two step aside and allow your teacher to enter the studio. “Coming in ladies?” He asks and you two nod.

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The trailerrrrrrr is out baes! I’m just gonna talk about my favorite spots

Look, right on ChiHaya !! *SCREAMS* and MaeIso too! dammit boys why are you not in traditional whyyy so modern. i wanna see you in yukata. Beautiful girl right there, Rinka.

Fandom: Sensei OTP!!!
Staffs: Got you


shota Gakushuu HIHIHI

and of course….

KaruNagi standing beside each other. *SCREAMING MY HEAD OUT* Karma, why so good looking in black. NAGISAAAAAAAAAAAA bae as always~~ I’m not expecting for karmagisa in the trailer ‘cause idk. I’m not just expecting. and idk. I feel like S2 will not have karmagisa moments as much as in S1 (like they’d be focusing on NagiKae or something) I DONT KNOW. WHY AM I FEELING THIS KIND OF FOREBODING. UGH why do you always give me these tragic feels karmagisa no fair

and thankfully we’ll get to see the test of courage animated! and no human korosensei in the trailer :(


GOT7 Mark x reader smut.

Request : Can I request story about Mark (from got7) pleaseeeeeee?

Author’s Note: Sure. I’m so sorry that this is so late. I hope you enjoy it as much as I had to write it. It’s my first time so… I honestly think it may disappoint you? Haha I really thought this through though that’s why it kinda late. 

Pairing : Reader x Mark Tuan

Genre : Smut and slight fluff

Length : 3185 words

Warnings: Language. Daddy and baby girl kinks.

[Mark’s POV]

She caught me staring at her again.

“Damn it…” I muttered.

I looked away as if nothing happened. I couldn’t help it… I mean she had been there working the punching bag while beads of sweat rolled off her face, brows furrowed in concentration. I wish I could make her sweat like that.

She looked so hot and fierce and everything about her seemed so captivating. “Why am I so horny today. For fuck’s sake. Get ahold of yourself, dumbass. Unless you want to end up with a boner and showing it to the whole world,” I thought to myself.

I walked over to the table filled with members’ information and went through the list of recently joined members hoping to find that particularly name and soon enough, I found it. (y/n) it is. Ugh Jackson is lucky to be her instructor. Anyone could tell just by looking at her that she has experience in mixed martial arts. She still has some slight flaws in the way she fights, though.

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anonymous asked:

Why was everyone talking about "Red sweater Peeta" a while ago

Weeelllllllllllllllllll, hello.

Peeta’s red sweater is a favorite of mine. I watched the epilogue the first time through and it was actually one of the only details I remembered in my adrenaline-filled body: Peeta looking good in a red sweater.

There are so many wonderful things happening in this part of the movie….just Everlark!!!! Peeta reading a sweater. Katniss watching Peeta read. Everlark in the kitchen cooking together. JUST…UGH…DREAMY!!!

I always look at scenes like this and apply to all the fanfic, headcanons and thoughts we’ve had for years and we finally get to see it come to fruition in a way. So, it makes me so happy. 

There are a bunch of posts all over. I know one tag I had was #peetasredsweater for a while that you can check out.