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Today’s crack sketches from my stream! The magical vamphoe quartett, featuring Lest, Ferid, Ky, and Shikama Doji.
I actually just started to doodle Ky because I was bored in the beginning, but then my lovely viewers kept suggesting more magical vampires, making this a group doodle instead.
Hope this gives you a little laugh~

A long wait

Jimin x reader

Anon requested: CEO Jimin

I hope you like it, anon~

genre: smut, fluff, angst

word count: 3.7k

Originally posted by jimins-bootae

Jimin and you had been friends ever since you were able to think. The kindergarten, elementary school, middle and high school you were inseparable. He was a quiet child with high dreams and so were you, except for the time you spent together, playing in the yard or as you went to your first party ever together. Even your first kiss was taken by Jimin as you wanted to know how it felt like. After many years by each others side it was time to go separate paths, long weeks of insomnia following as you missed each other more than your families, crying phone calls in the middle of the night declaring that you needed your friend. But as months and then years went on without seeing Jimin, you both had contained to live without the other, a hole in your heart never closing.

You had to stay home, taking a job as a secretary as Jimin went to college abroad, discovering the world his parents lived in. He had to study where his father made his degrees and after a few years it was time to finally meet your best friend again.

One day you went to work as usual, the boring life you lived making your mood more depressed by the days which passed. But this day should change your daily routine completely. While you checked in you saw how a mob of women built a circle around the CEO’s office, chatting like hell while others just tried to glance inside the room. Curious you tapped your co-worker on her shoulder.

“What’s going on here?”

“You didn’t know? Ah, you were sick last week, right y/n?”, she turned around, a worried expression on her face, but you saw the excitement lingering underneath. “Last week another company bought ours and the new CEO just entered the office and y/n, he is the hottest and youngest CEO I’ve ever seen!”

You nodded, the information sinking down slowly. Your company was brought by some young CEO of another group. Did that mean that you all would be fired? How was your company doing that someone had to buy it? Was its reputation that bad?

“Don’t make such a face, y/n! A paper went around to calm the employees nerves as everything will be as it was before, just the position of our chairman changing. Maybe some old traditions will be exchanged, but don’t worry, we are safe”, she stroked your arm while turning around before you saw that a man exited the bureau.

The new CEO had long legs, a broad back and was dressed in such a costly suit that you registered too late that he stared at you, his plump mouth agape, brown eyes wide awake. His smile was the same some years ago, his plump, pink lips stretched above white teeth which showed a crooked front tooth. The glowing, tanned skin was flushed in red under his high cheekbones and the chocolate almond shaped eyes which crinkled as the smile reached his eyes, you knew better than your own.

How was that possible? Why hadn’t he mailed you in three years? Why had he to stand right in front of you as you were in the middle of all female co-workers? And why the hell had he to smile so brightly at you with his beautiful face while you felt a burning hot fluid pooling in your eyes?

Before you knew it tears streamed down your cheeks, his charming, warm smile changing into shock and pain as you turned around to rush to the women’s toilets. Never had you imagined to see him again after breaking all contacts to you and your family. You were hurt as he went abroad to study, but it was a heartbreaking experience as he never called you the last three years. Of course you called, mailed and even wrote him letters, but you never got an answer all the years.

Time went by, but you didn’t care how long you stayed in front of the mirror, contemplating how to fix your make-up. Maybe twenty minutes maybe one hour, you wobbled out of the toilet, adjusting your skirt and blouse before you faced your co-workers again.

“Y/n!”, a male voice, familiar like the back of your own hand, calling out to you while you tried to rush back to your desk.

But ere you reached the doorknob of the corridor which parted your workplace, arms embraced you from behind. With a solid his grip he turned you around, pulling you into his broad chest.

“I missed you, y/n”, Jimin’s voice shook. “Please, don’t run away from me.”

You were on the verge of tears again while he just held you, his fists enclosed on the fabric on your shoulders. How you missed him, too. His scent, his warmth and his voice.

“J-Jimin..”, you said weakly, pushing your childhood friend away from you. “Why haven’t you ever mailed me again?”, you blurted out, brushing your salty tears away with your palms.

Jimin just looked down on your figure, his heart tightening at your sight, from pain and the love he felt for your being.

“I..I had to cope with a lot of things at that time. My dad passed away, I had to work my ass off and I wanted to make a contract with his company..to live here again. By my best friend’s side!”, the man in his dark suit replied, his hands running through his hair to stay composed.

“I could’ve helped you, Jimin”, you said bitterly, arms crossed in front of your chest.

“It wasn’t that easy. Please, y/n, let me make up for the time I missed the chances to reply and was a big fool to leave you alone for such a long time”, he begged, taking your hands softly out of your position to squeeze them lightly, finally being able to touch you again.

For a while you just glanced at him, he didn’t change much, got a little thinner, but he had the same aura you always adored around him. Even his smile was the same, charming and sweet with a bit of mischief behind it.

“Pick me up at eight. We have a lot to talk about”, you sighed, wanting to slap his pretty face and peck it all over at the same time. Yes, he had hurt you like hell, but every human should be granted a second chance.

“I’ll be there!”, Jimin replied right away ere he remembered something. “Where do you live, y/n?”

Right, he didn’t know as he was gone for too long to know where your new apartment was. Therefore you told him, a shy smile tracing your lips at the thought of spending the evening with your old, lost friend and CEO of your company. You had to ask him so many questions that you thought about making a list, wanting to hear his stories, how he was doing the last years and how your friendship should continue now as he was back.

That night you both talked about everything which pressed on your hearts. He told you how he had to cope with his father’s death and the responsibility this case brought with it. Jimin studied hard to be able to come back as fast as possible to see you again, wherefore he sealed all personal contacts off of him, concentrating to become the heir his family wanted him to be. And just that he did, right now he was ‘free’ to do what he wanted and this contained to buy the company you worked for.

“I see so many lost chances the firm could have gotten. But now that I am leading it, I will make sure that my money was worth spending it on and I swore to my father that I make it successful”, he announced, shoving his fork in his plump mouth. “The most important reason that I spent my money on it was that I knew you were working there.”

While his speech about his past years, his confession right now and the hurt expression on Jimin’ face you cried while listening to him. It was such a long time since you last had seen him that all emotions you had to repress exploded ere you both just stood in the middle of the kitchen, hugging each other tightly. Time passed by and as you lay in his arms on his large couch, Jimin promised to never let his childhood friend go again and so the dark, gloomy days lightened up with every new sunrise, the thought of Jimin making you happier than ever.

A few weeks after your first encounter, you developed the habit to stay over at Jimin’s house, making you both breakfast before rushing to work where you saw him, getting along with his new employees and the position as the company’s CEO. You couldn’t remember a time you were so comfortable at work. But something seeped through your mind slowly, a nagging feeling while your heart clenched, making breathing heavy whenever your eyes locked with Jimin’s. You knew too well what feelings made their way into you, the same damn feelings you had for him the days before his departure, developed by the years he spent by your side. Jimin should never know about your romantic thoughts about him, why you tried not to stay over as many times as his first two weeks back.

“Good morning, y/n”, his usual smile turned his plump lips upwards as he made his daily routine through the company to help his employees with problems. “What held you busy yesterday? I missed your breakfast the last days. You pampered me too much that I can’t eat anything else in the morning!”

You laughed, heat flowing to your cheeks at his words. Why had he to say so sweet things? It made it even harder to repress all the upcoming feelings you felt for him.

“I..I had to visit some friends”, you lied, avoiding his dark eyes.

“Is that so?”, he spoke slowly, not believing your words as he knew if you lied to him immediately. “What about today then?”

You felt eyes burning through your back as your co-workers tried to overhear the conversation you two had, but Jimin made sure that they got back to work with one strict sentence. The last days some female colleagues got suspicious of you two, pressing to spit what was going on between the CEO and you, but you just told them you knew each other, on friendly terms, nothing more. It was the truth, right? A short form of it, but not wrong.

“I don’t think that-”

“Bullshit, y/n. Ten o'clock at my house”, Jimin grinned, patting your head ere he continued his tour through the office.

He was so cheeky, but charming. At that you felt how your heart clenched again, a knot in your stomach tightening as you watched his broad back. You had only two options. Telling him how you started to feel, from high school on, or telling him you needed distance taking your relationship as employer-empolyee as an excuse.

This night you had mixed feelings coursing through your body as you waited for Jimin to open the door. He took his time ere he greeted you, his cute smile taking you by surprise.

“It’s nice to have you sleeping over again, y/n”, Jimin smirked, motioning you to enter his home.

“Y-yeah”, you stuttered, narrowing your eyes to your small bag. “As it’s the weekend I don’t have work, so..”


You looked up at the worry in his low voice. The heartbeat of yours beginning to race as you locked eyes with his. Jimin crossed his arms on his chest, cocking his dark eyebrows up.

“Spit it”, he reprimanded you.

Despite his demand you rounded him to slender to his living room, trying to get more time to choose between your two options. He was your friend, he deserved the truth, didn’t he?

“I love you”, you blurted, hands covering your face at your confession. Well, you wanted to talk to him first, letting the theme sink in, but the panic made you blurting out this embarrassing nonsense. “I-I… god, Jimin. Okay I liked you even back in high school and with every fucking day it gets worse, okay?”

Jimin just stood there, listening to you while a bright grin spread upon his tanned face. You finally said it, admitted what he already knew.

“Calm down, y/n”, he simply said, walking up to your position to take your hands in his, his thumbs circling on your skin. “I knew it. Back in high school you wrote this greasy letter to me”, he looked at your shocked expression, a chuckle escaping him. “Do you really think I can’t recognize the handwriting of my best friend?”

You felt how pink your cheeks had to be, cursing yourself for your stupidity of your high school days. But now that your ‘secret’ was out of the bag you felt insecure, not knowing how he felt and how it changed your newly reunited friendship.

“I’m sorry, Jimin, I just had to tell you. And I totally understand if you don’t return my feelings. Please, take your time to think about it!”

You freed yourself from his grip, rushing back to the door ere you run back home, leaving a perplexed Jimin in the centre of his living room.

Now you had to wait for his answer, regret filling your mind before you shook yourself from the negative thoughts about the outcome of your confession.

On monday you had to drag yourself to work, the nagging feeling of rejection clouding your thoughts while you waited for the bell of the elevator to signal the arrival on your floor. Several co-workers greeted you as you slandered to your desk, falling down on your chair ere your department’s boss knocked on the surface of your desk.

“Good morning, Miss y/l/n. Mr. Park wants to see you in his office, please take your files and follow me”, your boss said while you snatched your reports to follow him to Jimin’s office a few floors above.

“Mr. Park? Your employee, Miss y/l/n, is here”, your boss announced as he knocked on your CEO’s office door.

“Come in, please”, you heard Jimin say, an unknown tune lacing his calm voice. Fear stiffened your limbs as you entered the light illuminated room. Jimin sat behind his desk ere he stood up to greet you.

“Hey, y/n”, he said, eyes crinkled while he shot you his signature smile. Without a warning he reached behind you to turn the key in the lock. Then he turned his attention to you, pulling you into him while pressing his plump, pink lips straight on yours.

Confused and shocked you glanced at him, wide eyes so close to his that you saw how long his black eyelashes lay on his cheeks while he closed his eyes, cupping your face as he deepened the kiss. It was the answer of your confession, you knew it as he delicately moved his mouth on yours, letting you take control. Therefore you pushed him back while never letting his lips go until the back of his legs bumped into his desk.

“Y/n, I always wanted you”, he said, voice hoarse whereas his hands traced down to your waist. You just knew what would follow, sliding your fingers over his costly suit while leaning in on him again to passionately kiss him. Jimin tasted so good you didn’t even care that you stood in the middle of his office, his employees running around only metres away. They landed on his chest, unbuttoning his knobs in heat as you finally could taste him like you always wanted.

“I want you, Jimin. And I waited forever”, you stated as he latched his tongue on your neck, sucking gently on your skin.

“The door’s locked, what do you wait for?”, he teased, voice muffled from your skin while he copied your actions and began to open your blouse, revealing your lacy bra to him.

Now you both couldn’t be held back as you stripped each other as far as you could, mouths clashing onto the other hastily. Lastly Jimin had only his open white shirt on while you stood before him, wearing nothing more than your bra and panties, blood boiling at the sight in front of you.

“You’re beautiful”, he whispered, pulling you in again to pepper more kisses along your collarbones down your stomach ere he slid down your panties, slowly exposing your heat to his hungry eyes. He cupped it, rubbing his palm on your nub, which made you moan a little ere your covered your mouth with your own hand.

“I-I’m already ready for you, Jimin”, you informed him, the previous make-out session and stripping of his clothes got you going and discovering that under his expensive clothes lay a toned, tanned and muscular body was just the icing which fuelled your arousal. Your mouth watering as you saw his freaking thick thighs.

Jimin only nodded, his fingers disappearing between your legs, dipping one in you to feel how wet your pussy already were.

“You’re definitely ready and so I am”, your CEO and childhood friend announced, standing up to lift you into his arms, your legs enclosed around his hips while your heat made contact to his throbbing dick, feeling how warm and thick his length pressed against your folds. How you wished for this to happen ever since high school. And now it finally took place, in his office while he was the CEO of your company and you his employee, but that didn’t matter whereas you both had the same feelings for each other.

The handsome guy sat down, leaning back into his chair while he positioned you on his lap to straddle him, your cores pressed together.

“What if someone wants to come in?”, you felt a tinge of nervousness at that thought, but Jimin just chuckled, caressing your bare ass with his soft hands. He smacked it ere he soothed you with the words that he was the damn CEO and if someone wanted to talk to him they had to wait, being it an important matter or not, he wanted to fuck you right now nothing more and nothing less.

With that you traced a line through your folds to damped his cock in your juices a few times before you slowly sat down on it, feeling his wet tip entering you. Jimin moaned quietly at the sensation as you took him in till he filled you completely, staying still while adjusting to the stretch his dick caused. Your eyes rolled back while he pressed his lips on yours again, his hands grabbing your hips to move tardily up and down, the stretch causing you pain which evolved into arousal pretty fast.

“Jimin”, you moaned his name as you began to roll your hips into his, his cock pressing on your walls with every move, making you cry out his name. Before anyone would hear your loud voice he pulled you down, moving his lips passionately on yours to muffle the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth.

By the time you rocked your hips furiously into his, panting while his throat escaped some grunts. Jimin grabbed you harder, helping you to bounce on his dick as a knock on the door disturbed your love making.

“Mr. Park, I have the files you requested”, a female voice reached through the closed door, Jimin’s forehead pressing against yours as his breathless voice filled the room.

“I’m busy right now. Wait for a while.”

You chuckled, oh he was busy. Therefore you bounced hard on his cock, the friction his skin caused at your clit intensifying, but not as much as you would have loved it to. Jimin on the other side focused on your face, contoured in lust as he felt himself close to his own release. You saw how sweaty his body was as your skin hit his, perverted sounds caused by your juices and the sweat tuning through his office. He bit his plump lower lips while circling your hips on his, making him come with a loud, low moan so near your ear that you got goosebumps. How long you wanted to hear it while his seeds shot into your pussy, sitting down on Jimin until he finished trembling underneath you. He breathed so heavy, letting whimpers out which were more melodious than music in your ears.

Slowly you stood up, some drops of his white semen flowing down his dick as he fell out of you with a loud smack onto his toned abs.

“Y/n, I never said it, but you’re not just my best friend anymore, a long time ago I realized that it is you who I want”, he whispered while kissing your lips after every word. “It has to be our little secret for a while, but I think we can do it, right?”

“If we repeat this if I have my break, then that’s okay”, you winked at him, a light giggle falling from your lips as he looked at you, the common mischief tracing his eyes.

“Firstly you say 'I love you’ to your friend and now you seduce your CEO?”

You laughed, grabbing your clothes ere you dressed yourself. So did he while never letting you go with his dark eyes.

“I have a thing for someone called Park Jimin, so yes”, you answered him while he embraced you from behind.

“Luckily my name is the same”, Jimin grinned. “Now back to work, y/n. Let me do you a favour tonight. Eight o'clock again?”

You turned around, kissing his plump, pink lips again, adjusting his grey tie on it’s place. Now it was set, you were in love with your best friend, secret high school love and at the same time CEO. But you didn’t care what his status was as he kissed you back, smiling into your lips.

iKon: Boyfriend Hanbin
  • this boy is so extra that I feel like he’ll literally stop in the middle of traffic if he saw you for the first time
  • tries so hard to keep your attention as soon as you notice him
  • like he’d make his intentions so clear that you’d blush every time you look at him I mean he’d make sure of that……………..trust me
  • but also he’s such an adorable and loving puppy that you can’t help but like him back over time
  • and he’d want to make things clear like
  • “so now it’s official?? I don’t have to pretend I’m cold to hug you or keep telling the guys that we’re just friends ???? like I’m your boyfriend officially, y/n? should I get some sort of contract to like-”
  • listen he just wants to make sure he won’t get his heart broken
  • if you’re in w/ him, you’re ALL IN W/ HIM FAM
  • his love for animals will never be a match for his love for you but……….you’re gonna have to cry about some cute puppies and kittens and piglets and ponies w/ him bc ain’t no way in heck is he gonna be emo by himself in a petting zoo
  • yall already know but heck it, 
  • he never leaves you alone tho
  • his hands are just always near your neck esp if you’re like hella sensitive in that area and he either softly massages your shoulders or attacks your neck w/ kisses there’s no in between 
  • and just holds your hand all the time 
  • kisses your fingertips too bc he’s THAT guy
  • sometimes unintentionally inviting Bobby to your guys’ dates bc idk he loves his Bestie
  • and thinks there’s nothing wrong w/ having 2 of his besties hanging out on date night :’))))))))
  • but when you tell him like…………no baby this is our private time just the 2 of us 
  • he gets all sad and apologizes like he didn’t mean to make things weird when he was kissing all up on your jaw when Bobby was sitting on the floor next to yall :o
  • he’s so squishy all the time always 
  • you probably will never be able to let him go in the mornings bc he’s like play-doh and wraps his entire warm body around yours 
  • he freaks out over you sometimes in the cutest ways
  • if you tell him you had an assignment due, he’d lecture you on how important work is and that you need to always be on top of your game
  • ofc he’d help you too and tbh you’d be the one getting distracted and not him
  • him biting his thicc ahhh lips when he’s concentrating
  • also when you’re sick, he’s always there to help
  • probably sits outside the bathroom door when you shower or bathe to make sure everything’s okay wow my hort
  • hmmmmm probably knocks and walks right in when he hears no response to have an excuse to shower together, not all heroes wear capes :)))))))))
  • but always blames you when he gets sick the next day ???
  • anyways he’d prefer dates spent at home rather than going out
  • bc you know how exhausted he always is w/ the constant practice and song-writing and being at the studio 25/8
  • his studio is probably your second home tbfh he always wants you there
  • even when you’re not supposed to be sometimes luls
  • he’s just a ray of sunshine
  • kinda dumb kinda fluffy kinda the love of ur life
  • keep him safe 💙

Originally posted by hanbabi

With infinity war steadily approaching and so is the end of RDJ’s Marvel contract I just want to make you all cry by giving you my rendition on death in Infinity War: Peter for Tony

Tony was protecting Peter. If there’s one death Tony can’t bear to see, it’s Peter’s.

Tony is glad Peter can’t see the fear behind the mask. Until it’s scattered across the floor because of a hard blow.

Peter watches the whole thing. He knows it’s his fault.

“No. No.” Peter is speechless as he sees Tony, lifeless on the ground.

Running over to him as fast as he can go, he drops to his knees as scars begin to form.

“Tony! Hey, Tony!”

Peter whips off his mask so that Tony can see his face. Tears well in both of their eyes.

Tony is in so much pain. He knows it will be okay. Soon.

There’s blood seeping out from under the suit, leaking out from crevice after crevice. Peter can’t find the source of the bleeding. He’s putting pressure anywhere he can see blood on the suit that he thinks will help Tony but he’s just fifteen he doesn’t know anything about this he’s not supposed to be doing this he’s so young and he can’t have another father figure leave him not again

Peter doesn’t see how the fight stops behind him.

How Steve watches Peter fruitlessly try to help Tony. Steve has been through this many times before. Steve forgets Peter is just a boy.

Rhodey watches his best friend, the man who rehabilitated him, who saved his life more than once, and realizes he can’t do anything to help him this time.

Bucky watches the man who’s parents he killed. The man Steve fought over him. The man he ruined everything for for. He can’t help but feel an ache in his chest to know how Peter feels. How Tony feels. How Steve feels. Hurt.

“Hey, Mr. Stark.” Peter says, painfully smiling, as cheerful as he can manage whilst on the verge of tears.

“Peter,” Tony breathes out. It’s obvious to Peter what’s happening. He’s already gone through this once.

“Mr. Stark, Tony, you’re gonna be okay, okay? You’re- you’re gonna be fine, they’re- The Avengers are gonna fix you right up, okay? You’re gonna be-”

“Peter…” Tony says once again. It’s getting harder to breathe. The pain is gone, and has been replaced by a warm glow. It’s comforting.

“No no no no no no, Tony, you’re gonna be okay, you have to be okay! You can’t leave me, please!”

Peter speaks softly, but aggressively. He tries to convey urgency in his voice. There’s a war going on, and he needs his mentor.

Peter sniffles.

“Peter, it’s going to be okay.” Tony says. He smiles for a brief second, and Peter gets more and more scared.

“Mr. Stark! You- you can’t go yet! Please! I need you! You have so much to teach me! I have so much to learn! Mr. Stark, please!”

Tony looks at Peter. He can barely see him now, but he can picture how he looks. Scared. Hurt. Betrayed. He tries to comfort him.

“You’re a good kid, Peter. Good kids grow up to be good people. You’ll do just fine.”

Peter is reliving everything. He doesn’t know if he can handle this again, on top of everything else.

“No, Mr.- Tony! Tony you can’t do this to me! Tony! Please! Tony! Mr. Stark!”

It just slips out when Peter says it. He means it wholeheartedly, but he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“Tony! Tony! Dad!”

He cries out. He can’t feel Tony move or breathe or cry or do anything. Tony is gone.

Peter tries to hold him over his bulky armor, but he can’t, so he just settles for lying on the shoulder of his suit and crying into his neck. He reaches into the suit and carefully maneuvers Tony’s neck whilst he cries into it, so that if Tony were alive, Tony would have his head on Peter’s shoulder and would be holding him back. If Tony were alive, he’d be fighting this war with Peter. If Tony were alive, he’d be telling Peter what to do. If Tony were alive, Peter wouldn’t feel the way he’s feeling, like an anchor sunk in his chest. If Tony were alive, Peter would be dead.

Steve is the one who comes over to Peter and Tony. Peter is murmuring into Tony’s armor and shoulder and neck, saying repeatedly, “What do I do? What do I do now?”

Steve drags him away from Tony’s corpse.

Peter whimpers softly. He’s run out of actual tears to cry. His face is tear stained when Cap turns Peter to face him.

“What do I do now? What am I supposed to do?” Peter stresses, his breath shaky and his eyes wet.

Steve looks him in the eye with determination. He knows just what they have to do. Just want to say.

“You fight, Peter. You fight like hell. For Tony.”

Peter repeats it back to himself. He nods his head softly.

“For Tony.”

And fight they do.

Rose: And then ate all that sugar..?
Eskel: Oh no, we used the sugar to buy potatoes and tried to brew our own vodka.

I made an OC, I decided the best way to introduce her would be through a comic, so here. Her name is Rose because she’s a thorny bitch. She’s a cat witcher and she might think Eskel is a bit of a weirdo.

Here is my version of the demon queen (this time not only with plastic horns) :D I’m starting to think about an au with chandler as devil and veronica as a witch that wants to make a contract… Guess I’ll see how this turns out haha. I wish I had more time to finish it and I could use my tablet but it broke down ಠ_ಠ

anonymous asked:

IM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR MM IMAGINE BLOGS lololol anyways... Can I make a request of the rfa meeting their child after mc gave birth? (And for jaehee either they had a donor or both of them meeting the kid they adopted) Thanks in advance!!!

HAHA YEAH IM A SLUT FOR THEM TOO!!! i made this blog to provide my fellow mm imagine lovers with that good shit. i hope this fit your request!

♥ When the doctor called Yoosung in to see you and your child, hE RAN INTO THE OPERATION ROOM SO QUICK.
♥ He’d just see you cradling the little bundle of joy and he’d just stop in the doorway and start crying.
♥ He can’t stop smiling, he wants to hold them so bad but he’d be patient and gentle.
♥ Regardless on how sweaty or tired you were, he’d still say you were glowing and you were so beautiful.
♥ When he got to hold his child for the first time, he would just get so emotional.
“I’m so blessed that I got to experience this all with someone as wonderful as you, MC.”

♥ He’d insist on a homebirth, he didn’t want fans to intrude during the operation.
♥ He’d get a doctor to go to his apartment to assist you with the procedure.
♥ He’d let you hold his hand while you were in labor, he’d keep motivating you and kept a positive attitude.
♥ His heart would melt once he heard the cries of his child.
♥ He’d take a bunch of photos of you resting with your newborn and he’d set it as his lock screen. It was his motivation to work hard from now on.
♥ You, Zen, and the baby would do so much stuff together to make up for the stuff he never got to do with his family in his childhood.
“I hope this baby will grow up to be just as beautiful as me you, MC!”

Jaehee (I made this one adoption):
♥ The day you and Jaehee would finally get to meet your new adopted child would be the best day of her life.
♥ Jumin would finally be nice enough to give her an entire week off to bond with her child.
♥ When they hand Jaehee the lil baby, she closes her eyes and just breathes. She finally, for once, looks at peace and not stressed.
♥ Holding the baby really does ease her nerves and reminds her that all that hard work paid off.
♥ She’d read to the baby all the time, it’s what she loves to do most in her free time. She’s the best mommy ever
“I wonder what they’ll be when they grow up. Whatever it is, I’ll support them no matter what. Unless they don’t like coffee.

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While watching Sin: Nanatsu No Taizai, a thought few past my head: What if the Sakamaki boys were demon lords? Well, here you go! ;) (I may have stole a few ideas from the SDS vocaloid series…)

Shu - Sloth

- Most of his followers were victims of abuse, bullying, stressed or lost a very dear loved one and have fallen into a deep depression

- When collecting followers, he will go the human’s dream to reach out to these people and offer them a ‘haven’ where everyone is ‘happy’ and they don’t need to do any sort of work

- He doesn’t even bother to collect followers from the human world because they usually come to him

- He will make his followers fall into a deep slumber and send them into his ‘haven’ until they wake up

- Once his followers die, like all the other sins, would be sent to the Inferno in hell where they shall pay for their sins. His followers would be punished by wandering in a never ending maze full of highly concentrated sulfuric acid which is extremely painful to the skin

- His special item, an item signature to the sin and the demon lord, is a clockworker’s doll

- After signing a contract, the person will be given a weaker duplicate of the doll and will be able to make others go to sleep, suddenly make them fall into deep depression which if too serious, will make them commit suicide and even brainwash people if they have the doll in their possession

Reiji - Envy

- His followers are usually deprived from love and are highly envious of others. They crave to be better than others and get frustrated when they are not. They also have a craving to get something someone has but they don’t

- Like all the other sins, he would reach out and gain followers though dreams. He visit dreams of people having a highly unhealthy amount of envy

- Due to his cautious nature, he won’t approach the envious if he sees one in the human world unless they come to him

- After being sent to the Inferno, his followers would be punished by having their never satisfied and jealous eyes painfully and brutally clawed out by a winged beast. They could never ever see what others had because they could never appreciate what they always had

- His signature item is a pair of poison-tipped scissors

- After signing a contract, the person will be given a duplicate of the poison-tipped scissors, just not as powerful, which will be used to kill any person they’re envious of and they will even get away with it

Ayato - Pride

- As the demon lord of the original and most deadly of the seven sins, he is the leader of the seven deadly sins

- He actively looks for followers to keep his throne

- Those prideful are consumed with vanity and need to be beautiful in all circumstances and must be accepted by other people. They also have a high sense of self importance and have to be important and greater than others

- Potential followers would always try to search for him in order to get the appreciation and respect they think they deserve

- His followers would be showered in painful acidic rain in the ‘inferno’. The demon lord would watch and laugh at his followers as they screamed and begged for forgiveness as they paid for their sins

-Once he gets enough power, he plans to go to heaven and eliminate the Seven Heavenly Virtues and God sending him to hell and making him a demon

- His special item is a mirror

- After signing a contract and receiving a duplicate of the mirror, the person will be able to make people love them or fear them, just by making them look in the mirror. When looking in the mirror, they will be able to talk to the demon lord if he is available

Kanato - Gluttony

- He would make regular visits to the human world to gain followers

- His followers are not all gluttonous for food, there are also compulsive gamblers, alcoholics, people addicted to gaming or drugs. A craving and uncontrollable urge turned into a serious gluttonous addiction

- Instead of reasoning, he would force the gluttonous to join him. They don’t have a choice anyway because they need it

- In the Inferno, his followers would have their bodies decapitated and eaten by a beast before being resembled again as the cycle and pain continues for all eternity

- His special item is a silver plate

- After signing a contract and receiving a duplicate of the plate, the person will get whatever they desire appear on the plate

Laito - Lust

- He would often visit the human world to get followers

- His followers are consumed by lust and sexual desires. It would be no surprise if his followers have raped someone before

- He easily gets followers because they have an insatiable need for sex

- His followers will be punished by being forced to walk through an endless ring of fire that will constantly burn

- His special item is an aphrodisiac

- Once someone has made a contract with him an received the aphrodisiac, they will have their desired body and face and any man or woman they desire will lust for him or her once they drink it

Subaru - Wrath

- He doesn’t collect followers and just waits for anyone to feel any sort of anger and feel the thirst for revenge

- His followers mostly contains of murderers or people who constantly hurt themselves due to hatred. They often create genocides and try to kill the government if they think that they are unjust

- The punishment for the wrathful will be to be encased in an ice capsule and will be distorted in all conceivable positions. The demon lord will sometimes past by the inferno and watch his followers suffer for their sins, laughing at how pathetic humans are

- His special item is his silver knife

- After forging a contract with him, the person will have incredible strength and can kill anyone easily as long as they use the duplicate knife

Kino - Greed

- He collects followers by making them see him in his lair in the human world when they want to make a contract with him or join him

- His followers are greedy for material wealth and tend to be wealthy business men, thieves and robbers that are willing to do anything for money, even if it is to deceive, manipulate or even if they have to resort to violence

- The punishment for his followers is that they will have to swim in a huge never-ending tidal wave except instead of water, the ocean is boiling hot gold

- His special item is a gold brick

- After forging a contract with him, the person will be able to get money easily by manipulating, robbing, killing, kidnapping, and any other means

Once again, I was inspired by the vocaloid Seven Deadly Sin series and the anime series, Sin: Nanatsu No Taizai. It is a highly sexual Yuri anime but I do recommend you check it out because under all the fanservice, you do have some pretty decent plot. Also definitely check out the vocaloid series becase damn.

It’s way more interesting than it seems I’m just bad at explaining ;-;

Please send asks because I’m really excited to do this

Blunt Drama Recap 2014 (Part 4 of 4)

My Secret Hotel

I’m a hotel wedding planner who plans a wedding for my ex-husband second marriage. Due to some murder incidents, I must re-marry my ex-husband to save my hotel’s image. Things turn out okay in the end and we continue our marriage life happily. 

Liar Game

I’m a genius who’s joining this weird quiz where the MC happens to be a freak who turns out to be my long lost childhood friend. But I always have a way to win and that freaky bastard is going to hell.

High School King

I had to live two identities due to my brother’s accident. Actually I’m still a high schooler but I have to substitute for my brother in his new office as a manager. I lost my dream to become a professional hockey player but got a much much older co-worker lady as my wife instead.  

Let’s Eat

There’s a mysterious murder in my neighborhood, but who cares? Imma eat delicious food first. And the mysterious food blogger who I adore so much all these times is actually my neighbor and my soulmate. 

The Surplus Princess

I was a modern mermaid who temporarily became a human to chase after my favorite chef oppa. In order to permanently stay as a human, I need to meet my true love. I thought it was the chef oppa, but turns out it was the unemployed oppa who saw me naked for the first time. Long story short, we live happily ever after. 

Emergency Couple

Rushing a marriage when we’re young turns out ugly. After years of being divorced, we get to meet again at the same emergency unit as interns. Good ol’ memories keep flashing back and our dying love is revived again so we decided to get back together. 

Gap Dong

I witnessed a serial killer in action back then when I was a kid. I grew up and became a cop to catch that killer. I was confused with a serial killer copycat but in the end I succeed to catch the real killer. Turns out the killer is my co-worker who is also a cop. 

Marriage, Not Dating

My parents forced me to get married even though I didn’t want to. To make them stop I’ll introduce this not-my-type girlfriend by contract. Later, I fall for her for real and as our love also becomes real, we continue to get married. 

Plus Nine Boys

We are 3 lover brothers and an uncle with an age that has the unlucky number nine. But truthfully the thing that we are unlucky with is just love. We managed to go through all our love troubles and get our ladies. Maybe we will have to go through it again every 10 years. 


I was an ex chess player who starts becoming an intern in a trading company. This is my ordinary journey as an everyday office worker that will touch your heart. In the end, I met the right boss and life is getting better. 

The Three Musketeers

I am an ordinary man who becomes a warrior for the king after an accidental encounter with the crown prince and his secret night patrol team. Together we fight the bad guys in the government. My first love turned out to be the crown princess, but I’ve moved on.

Bad Guys

My daughter was murdered in a mysterious case, so I form a special team that consists of 4 convicts to solve the case. I’m highly suspicious with one psycho in my special team. He might be the one who killed my precious daughter. Apparently I was just mistaken, coz the real killer is just another psychopathic prosecutor dude. Sorry, psycho. My bad. 

Can We Love? 

We are three ladies in our late 30s struggling for career, family and love life. We managed to overcome everything in the end. Really. Our emotional breakdowns are totally unnecessary. 

anonymous asked:

how do you summon demons?

JIN: Great Question! Well, its a bit of a process so bare with me. 

But first, let me clear something up. Beginners are not able to summon demons without making a contract first. We need to find and “capture” one first. The downside to that is that demons are invisible to the human eye. That’s why I had this specially made!!

It’s a modified polaroid camera! 

Using the viewfinder on this camera makes it so that demons are visible (Dont ask how it works). Once you find your demon, simply take a picture of him!

For example, here is what it looked like before and after I used the camera to capture Jimin

Now, where to find the demons? and how exactly does the camera capture them?

The six demon boys I contracted had their souls bound to a place or object. Jimin was bound to an apple tree, Yoongi was bound to a piano, etc… It takes a bit of intuition to figure out which objects have demons bound to them.  

When you take a picture of the demon with the polaroid, it automatically transfers the demon’s soul out of the original binding object and into the printed photograph. Since The photograph is in your possession, the demon is also in your possession. 

Once the demon is in your possession, you can summon it wherever you want and make him do whatever you want. 

Of course, this isnt the only way to make a contract with a demon. Since I’m an expert with this method, I’m starting to learn how to summon demons from the underworld with black magic, which is real risky business. 

Be warned! Even if you have the demon in your possession, they might try to escape or even try to kill you! It’s important to create a bond with them right away.

Hope that helped a bit~

Yours - PART ONE

Summary: When you are in trouble, four boys seem like the answer. But it’s not exactly a PG resolution…

masterlist - PART TWO - PART THREE

“No, no, no…” You muttered under your breath as you saw the bright red eviction notice taped to your apartment door. “Crap.”

You unlocked the door and sunk to the floor, head in falling into your hands and a feeling  of utter hopelessness filled your gut. How has your life come to this? Your great aunt’s inheritance had run out fast, too fast. You’d used it to get a spacious flat in the inner city; but having gotten fired from your job soon after moving in and unable to find another since, you’d managed to burn through most of the money.

Your sleeve wiped a few falling tears away and you began toying with the loose threads of your jumper, trying desperately not to panic too much. You glanced around your apartment, hoping for some sort of sign, something that would guide you in what to do. Your gaze landed on your laptop, spurring you to reach for it and mindlessly search for any job that you were qualified for. Adamant that you wouldn’t borrow money, it appeared no one could save you from this mess but yourself.

However the search was fruitless, the few local jobs you could find wouldn’t pay you enough for you to be able to keep your flat. By the 15th page of a random job hunting website your hope was dwindling and near to falling asleep before a particular offer caught your eye.

Sexual Submissive Wanted

Open Minded Applicants Only

£2000 cash upfront as long as a 5 day contract is signed, after that period you will be provided with an open contract.

Please apply for more information, every applicant will get a reply.

Before you could process what you were doing, your fingers were typing details into the form and sending it off. A few moments afterwards you just sat in silence, listening to air blow out your nose and blankly staring at your computer screen. You felt dizzy from the amount of times you’d read the words ‘Your application has been received’, wondering what the hell you’d just done.

You rubbed your sore eyes, exhaling loudly and snapping your laptop shut. The sudden darkness you were plunged into at the loss of the harsh laptop light lulled you to sleep; your mind finally escaping the grasps of your restless, anxiety-stricken thoughts.

By the next day you’d forgotten about applying, the night before having been a haze of distraught searching and applying. Nevertheless at around 5pm your phone alerted you to a new email. You absentmindedly opened it, an audible gasp leaving your mouth as you scanned the words, earning you a few glares from other customers in the small coffee shop you were sitting in.

You had an interview.

You started to giggle, realising the position was scandalous. You had no idea people did things like this but it was strangely exhilarating to know that you’d been chosen. You found yourself sitting up a little straighter and holding your head a little higher, you felt desired. It was fun to have a secret.

“Guess what I’ve done.” You spoke through the phone in a whisper, despite now being in the quiet comfort of your own home.

“Spilt milk? I don’t know, babe.” Your best friend, Pandora, joked.

You couldn’t do something as outrageous as this without telling Pandora. Out of the two of you she was decidedly the more outgoing one; she had a new party to go to almost every night, accompanied by a new person hanging off her arm. You, however, were slightly more introverted, and wouldn’t dare to do half the stuff Pandora would do 10 times a week. You wondered if she should be the one applying for this.

“I applied for this weird job…”

Pandy interrupted before you could finish,

“Weird how?”

“Like sex slave weird.” You muttered the two words, unable to tell how she’d react.

A high pitched screech came from her end of the phone, causing you to wince and hold the device away from your ear.

“Christ, Pandy–”

A sex slave? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?” She sounded ecstatic.

The taboo of the job had you excited - and you hadn’t even had an offer yet.

“When’s the interview?” Pandora shook you from your daydream.

“Tomorrow.” You whispered, feeling as if you had to oppose Pandy’s fussing.

“Do you even own matching underwear?” Pandy was giggling, you could hardly blame her. The whole situation was bizarre.

“Yes!” You said defensively, granted you were inexperienced compared to Pandy’s regular sexual endeavours but you weren’t a nun.

“Okay, okay!” She laughed, “I hope your resume is up to date.”
You were laughing as well, her sarcasm was a nuisance, “Very funny, I’ll tell you how it goes.”

You were unsure how to dress for the interview, but it wasn’t a question you could really ask anyone else. You’d settled on a black outfit, deciding that was safest, black being a flattering colour after all. With Pandy’s voice nagging in your ear you’d also chosen to don your favourite underwear, wondering if they would actually be seen today.

You had absolutely no idea what to expect from the interview; as you got out of the taxi you texted the address to P, informing her to call the police if she hadn’t heard from you in three hours. Better safe than sorry.

A fresh wave of nerves hit you as you rang the bell of the house - which looked rather magnificent - the person who lived there must be loaded. Exposed brick and wooden embellishments loomed over you, the height being extremely intimidating. You could turn back, this whole thing was started on a whim, you could end it right now. But right now, this wasn’t just about money, you found yourself determined to prove that you could do this, you could be sexy and desirable and unpredictable.

Then the door opened.

“Hi, you must be Y/N.”

A tingle went down your spine, you’d never been faced with so many attractive men at once before. The one who had spoken first was the shortest of them all, but not by much. His tawny hair was wild and curly and his muscles were prominent through the tight fitted shirt he was wearing. You spotted a tattoo on his wrist when he reached out to shake your hand. His hazel eyes were gleaming at you in a way that made your knees go weak.

“Uh.. yes.” You were proud that you managed to get an actual word out.

“I’m Ashton, this is Michael,” The bleach blonde boy waved at you, a grin lighting up his face - he was decidedly more rugged than the other boys but no less handsome, “Calum,” This time the tanned boy smiled, nodding his head at you - he had thick untamed hair and a jawline that could cut glass, his eyes seemed to be made of pure honey, “And Luke.” The final boy gave you a wave, dark blonde hair and unshaven jaw aged him but his icey blue eyes tipped you off that he was the youngest.

“Hi.” Your voice was smaller than you had hoped, you’d wanted to make the impression that you were bursting with confidence.

“Come in, please.” The boys beckoned you and stepped back, realising they might be a bit intimidating.

They lead you to a large dining room that was decorated as if it had been plucked straight from the 1800’s. Portraits of old figures were framed in gold and hung all around the room, complementing the rich red wallpaper and dark wood floorboards.

“You all live here?” You were in slightly awe.

“Yes, and you would too for the first five days.” Luke spoke up.

You stayed silent at that.

Calum noticed your slight discomfort, “That’s why we brought you in for an interview, we want you to be as comfortable as possible.”

“The 5 day initial contract is so we can learn about you, and you can learn about us.” Ashton took over briefly.

“So I’d be working for all of you?” You worded your question delicately, still feeling a little awkward.

“Yes, we can provide you with all of our medical records to show that we are completely clean.” Ashton attempted to settle your racing mind.

“Okay.” You were still trying to get your head around the whole thing, which suddenly became very real.

“We’d also like a copy of yours, if that’s alright.” Calum inquired, his voice gentle.

“Yes, of course.” You’d had the common sense to bring yours with you, and presented it to them.

In turn Ashton gave you his and the boy’s medical records, as well as presenting you with the infamous contract.

“Take your time to read it through, we just want to make sure everyone is on the same page.”

The contract included everything you’d expected, even things you hadn’t thought about. If you signed it you’d have to stay with the boys for a period of five days, they’d feed you and care for you. They’d provide you with your own room but in return you’d have to adhere to a schedule. It seemed that each day a boy would have his way with you. You glanced up at the faces eagerly watching you. Shockingly enough, you couldn’t find any real reason not to sign. If you wanted out before the 5 days were up they’d pay you £500, as you would have still given up your time. Everything seemed just and fair, but you still had a few questions.

“What kind of things would we be doing… in the bedroom?” You were more curious than anything, you’d had sex before but you’d never done something as extreme as this.

The strange thing was you were getting excited just thinking of possibilities, and you were sure the boys had plans far beyond your imagination.

“We’d be sensitive to your likes and dislikes, but the things we do are not really the norm. Safe words are listed in the contract.”

You scanned the paper again at Michael’s words, giggling at the simplicity of ‘apple’, the word they’d chosen. As you smiled you could feel the tension in the room ease up. You could understand if the boys were on edge, this wasn’t an easy job to interview someone for.

“Would you like to see the room you’d stay in?” Ashton asked, watching you carefully for a reaction.

You nodded, scanning the faces of the men before you and wondering if this is the furthest into an interview they’d gotten.

They lead you down a grand hallway, opening a door towards the back of the house. Ashton motioned for you to enter first. You took a tentative step into the room, which you instantly saw was decorated similarly to the dining room. A massive four poster bed caught your eye, draped with burgundy curtains. A large embroidered rug covered most of the floor, matching a tapestry hung from the oak covered walls. You found yourself moving towards the wardrobe, peeking into the door and gasping at your discovery. Silk slips, lace corsets and even day dresses hung from hangers. You ran your fingers over the vintage pieces, marvelling at them.

Suddenly it was as if something clicked inside your head, this felt right.

“If you’re offering, I’ll take the job.”

“Really?” Calum seemed taken aback, his surprise earning a light slap from Michael who was grinning widely.

“It’s yours.”

Charged Contract Spell

Make a standard contract spell by taking a piece of paper and writing down what you want the spell to do. The usual details, effects, terms to deactivate the spell, intentions, etc.

Usually this stuff is alright enough after a few energy signatures and all, and depending on what you do.

Next, just make a solution with the necessary ingredients.

For example, If you wanted to make a Sleep Better contract, just add a bunch of things into a liquid. Doesn’t even have to be soluble. Toss some grass, flowers, rocks, etc onto a pool of whatever liquid you used (water, paint, soda, etc) and then let it soak for a while.

Remove all that stuff and dip the contract in the water for a good bit and then take it out.

If it fits the spell, you can let it dry to kind of ‘bind’ the effects into the paper If you want.

Usually, I like to end things with burning the paper to 'put it into effect’ but you can put it in a jar or keep it somewhere or anything else and burn the paper as a way to 'deactivate’ the spell.

If you do end up burning the paper, you can scatter it somewhere to add an effect. Just make sure you’re not polluting the area while you’re doing it. While throwing ashes into a stream might be a good idea to add the effect 'things flow naturally’, you’re also kinda litering and might make the neighbouring spirits annoyed, so…

Imagine meeting your son. (Part A)

A/N: Ahhhh, Part 5A! You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C/4D)

Chris sat in the bed with his outstretched legs crossed at the ankles and his back pressed against the headboard. It was 6:23AM; he and Dodger were meant to be leaving for their daily run in exactly seven minutes, but he was yet to get out of bed. He was watching you get some much needed sleep after an entire night of tossing and turning- a figurative expression as you were nine months pregnant. You’d been warned that the beginning and the end of a pregnancy were the worst, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the level of discomfort you were in. Braxton Hicks was an absolute bitch that Dr. McCullough repeatedly spoke to the two of you about; she knew you and she didn’t want Chris to make unnecessary trips to the hospital just because you had a contraction. Every time she saw you, she’d remind you that “not all contractions mean the baby is coming.” You tried to keep that in mind, but every time you had a contraction- that was your first thought and you’d start panicking.

It was pretty clear you weren’t mentally ready to go into labor and give birth even though you were sick of being pregnant. You were scared and it was understandable seeing as this was your first baby. How badly was it going to hurt? Were you going to poop on the table? What if there were complications while you were trying for a natural birth and had to have an emergency c-section? How badly was that going to hurt? What if something happened while you were in surgery and you died? What was going to happen to Chris? Then there was your worst fear of something happening to Jack because what were you going to do if you lost your first baby? How were you going to recover from that?

Chris knew how scared and worried you were about it all. Ever since the two of you returned from Sebastian and Ava’s wedding in New York and Emilia forced you to take your maternity leave, you’d only your pregnancy on your mind. That had its pros and cons because while you could prepare yourself for parenthood, you could also let your anxiety chew away at you. From the questions you’d asked yourself and Chris, it was clear it was chewing away pretty quickly. Chris was great though, he remained calm and reassuring. He even said all the right things: “I’m going to be there and I’m going to hold your hand, okay?”, “Nothing bad is going to happen, you are going to have a safe and uncomplicated birth.”, “I won’t lie, it will hurt. But at the end of all that pain, we’re going to have a baby boy and it’s going to be worth it.”, and “I’m still going to think you’re beautiful even if you poop on the table while giving birth.” That he saved for last because he knew it would make you laugh.

“Good morning,” Chris whispered gently, brushing your hair out of your face while you stirred from your restless sleep. You stretched as much as your body would allow, whining when dull aches stabbed at your lower back. “I know, sweetheart.” He sighed, soothingly running his hand up and down your arm. “It’ll be over soon, okay? It’s already the thirteenth and Jack’s supposedly due tomorrow, I’m sure it’s any day now.”

And that was the other reason Chris wasn’t getting ready for his run; he was scared you’d go into labor while he was out, even if it was just for half an hour. As the date got closer, he got more paranoid about leaving you alone. You were playing it cool because you didn’t want him to lose too much of his daily routines, but he knew you. It was kind of a no-brainer, you’ve had panic attacks about less. You would definitely have a panic attack if your water broke while he wasn’t around, even if you were already at the hospital with Dr. McCullough.

“What time is it?” You changed the subject because you didn’t want to think about giving birth right now; your chest tightened at the thought of it. You caught sight of the hands on the clock before Chris could answer you. “Why are you-” You were cut off by a sudden contraction; you adjusted your position and breathed through it like every other one you’d had so far thanks to Braxton Hicks.

“Should I be timing these?”

“No,” you shook your head. “They’re irregular, it’s not- no, they’re just Braxton Hicks contractions. It’s nothing to worry about.” You told him, but you were addressing yourself more. You didn’t want to go into labor yet, you were not ready. Jack was due tomorrow, you’d be ready tomorrow. “Why are you still in bed?” You asked then looked over the edge of your side of the bed; Dodger was no longer sleeping on the floor. “Dodger’s probably downstairs waiting for you.”

“He is,” Chris nodded.

“So go for your run,” you told him.

“I don’t really feel like it today,” he lied.

“I’m not going into labor until tomorrow.”

“No no no,” he corrected you with a chuckle. “You’re not due until tomorrow, but you can go into labor at any time.” You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to breath as you ignored the uncomfortable feeling your anxiety was leaving in the back of your throat. “It’s not a big deal, we’ll just skip it today. The ground’s wet anyway.”

“Just because I’m due tomorrow doesn’t mean I’ll have the baby tomorrow, you can’t change daily routines to accommodate my pregnancy. And you sure as hell can’t be by my side twenty-four-seven,” you told him and he smirked. “Chris,” you laughed at his ‘wanna bet?’ face. “Go for your run,” you urged and he sighed. “I’m just going back to sleep, nothing exciting is going to happen. Jack knows how much I like things going according to plan,” you rested your hand on your belly. “He won’t be out today.”

“Fine,” he said after a long pause. “My phone will be with me, so you can me if you need anything.” You nodded and he leaned over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” You nodded again, yawning as you closed your eyes. “Okay?” You nodded again, snuggling your pillow. “You’ll call if-”

“Oh my God,” your eyes opened and you laughed. “Yes, I’m going to call you if I need anything and you’re going to be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” He chuckled, getting out of bed. “Just go, I’m going to be fine. Don’t Geminis hate clingy people?”

“They don’t hate clingy people, they just like personal freedom.” He answered your rhetorical question as he walked over to the dresser to get a change of clothes; you laughed. “You know, if we’re bringing star signs into the conversation- aren’t Virgos secretly attention seeking?”

“I don’t think I’m ever secretive when it comes to wanting attention,” you quipped and it was his turn to laugh. “And I’m also not secretive when it comes to wanting to sleep, so if you’d just go for your run so I can have some peace and quite- that’d be lovely.” He rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “Thank you,” you called.

“You’re welcome,” he sang back, referencing Dwayne Johnson’s song in ‘Moana’ which the two of you watched again yesterday night. You giggled then dozed off, listening as he continued to sing to himself behind the closed door.

Chris brushed his teeth and changed then exited the bathroom, smiling when he saw you’d fallen asleep. He checked on you again before he took his leave, gently kissing your forehead. He then grabbed his phone, EarPods, and arm band, and slid his phone into the case as he made his way downstairs. Dodger was already waiting by the door, looking up at his leash. He allowed Dodger to drink some water before he leashed him in preparation for their run, drinking a glass of water himself. As they were making their way out of the house and towards the road, Dodger abruptly stopped which jerked Chris to a stop too.

“What’s wrong, pal?” Chris asked. Dodger glanced back at the house then yanked his leash out of Chris’ grip, sprinting back in the direction they’d come. Chris ran after him, “Dodger! Dodger, what are you-” Before he could finish his sentence, he remembered that dogs had a sixth sense about things. “Y/N!” He sped up, scrambling his keys from his back pocket. “Move!” He instructed Dodger who had been scratching at the door and fumbled with the lock. “Babe, I’m coming!” He successfully unlocked the door and ran inside. Dodger bolted up the stairs with Chris right on his tail. When they came to the bedroom, you were wide awake and on your feet with tears in your eyes. “Hey,” Chris rushed to your side, taking your hands in his. “What is it?”

“C-Chris, my w-water broke.”

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Part 5B

Witch Tip

When making pacts with spirits, you’re allowed to be as tricky as they are. Make sure to have loopholes and words that will protect you and work to your benefit, particularly if the spirit violates their end of the deal. 
Just be careful and sly with the loopholes. Too many or too obvious and the spirit may decline. Think of it as a lawyer’s contract. You want to make sure you they’ll agree, but you also want to have insurance if things go wrong. 

rockabye (4) - jackson

Originally posted by justrightforjb

pairing: jackson x reader
rating: mature
genre: angst, romance, smut
warnings: nudity? no nsfw action in this chapter.
word count: 1952
summary: life isn’t easy being a single parent, especially such a young one. but you do your best to make him happy and make sure his life is better than yours was, even if that means ‘exotic dancing’. he’s your entire world; the only man you’ll ever need. until you meet a certain idol who changes things almost as much as your son did.

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Bullet Points

Hey, Tumblr! I wanted to tell you about Bullet Points, my new favorite canonical Marvel AU, so that maybe I can convince you to love it too! So I have prepared a summary and picspam! I had not even heard of Bullet Points until I found someone on the internet saying there should be Steve/Tony fanfic set in Bullet Points. And then I read Bullet Points, and oh my God, does there ever need to be Steve/Tony fanfic set in Bullet Points.

(Don’t worry, I have written some, because I try to be the change I want to see. But there needs to be more!)

Bullet Points is a five-issue limited series from 2007 by J. Michael Straczynski and Tommy Lee Edwards. It’s definitely of interest to Steve/Tony fans, or at least to Steve/Tony fans who are willing to do a bit of work with the timeline to get them together. But I am pretty sure Steve/Tony fandom will like the premise.

You see, Bullet Points is a universe where skinny Steve Rogers is Iron Man in World War II. And he survives World War II. I knew you were interested.

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