what the hell did i just say

Treat HIM with Kindness

The inspiration for this imagine is a picture that I’ve seen recently on Instagram but also the newest interview with Cate Blanchett and Ellen Degeneres. Even though I know what they’ve said  is supposed to be a “joke”, it still bothered me! When will people stop objectifiying and sexualizing Harry?! It makes me sad because Harry does not deserve this, absolutely not! And I want to underline that everything that is being said in the story, does not go for every fan. I know there are girls who do think the same as I do! Enjoy! And leave your comment below! Btw, I’m sorry for the very bad ending but I hope you don’t mind! 

(Pictures are not mine!!!!)


“Harry Edward Styles!” I screamed through the entire house and immediately made my way to Harry’s study where he was currently working on some new stuff. As I stormed into his room, I almost knocked him off with the door because he was already in a hurry to get out of the room but he luckily dodged away in time. He wore a confused expression on his face while he examined my body from top to bottom.

“What’s the matter, love? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

Instead of giving him an answer, I shoved my smart phone right into his face.

“What’s this, Harry?” I screeched in anger, making him more perplexed about the situation. He examined the screen of my smart phone intently before he gave an answer to my question.

“A picture?”

“What’s on the picture, Harry?” He looked at the photo again.

“Is that my thigh on that picture?”

“Damn yeah, and what the hell is on your thigh?”

“A hand?”

“A fucking hand, yes Harry! What in god’s name is a fucking hand doing on your fucking thigh?!”

Just a few minutes ago when I was peacefully scrolling through Instagram,  I stumbled across this post by coincidence that a Harry fan page had uploaded. It made me beyond mad, no furious even as I saw the content of this picture. It showed Harry on one of his last concerts in the US, bending down to his audience. He was extremely close to the girls standing on the front row and of course one girl took the advantage of the possibility and laid her hand on Harry’s thigh. The worst thing was the area that girl was touching him; she had her hand placed very close to his intimate part and seeing this made me completely cringe the second I saw it. Who the fuck was she and allowed herself to touch Harry in that inappropriate way? Especially if she knew that he was already taken?

“Love, would you calm down?” He laid his both hands on my shoulders to help me get some steam of. However it made me more furious.

“Don’t expect me to calm down, Harry! This is a no go! What the hell?!”

“(Y/N), yes it happened, now what?” He asked, raising his voice slightly, acting like it wasn’t a serious matter.

I shook my head in disbelief and ran my hand through my hair in frustration. How couldn’t he get the message that I tried to transmit?

“You don’t get it do you?”

“What? I didn’t even notice that the girl did what she did!”

“That’s the thing Harry! You almost never notice! And even when you do, you just stay silent and don’t say anything about it! This girl crossed a line where it was too much! Her hand was placed far over your comfort zone and you want me to believe that you didn’t notice? She almost grabbed your dick, Harry! Haven’t you felt anything at all? If you allow them to treat you that way, things will never change and they won’t stop!”

Tears of rage started to develop in my eyes. How many times had I to witness the way Harry was being treated today?

Harry is a good-looking, handsome and very talented young man, I don’t deny it but the way he is being objectified is the way that bothers the shit out of me. It is simply disgusting. No matter how much you adore a person or a celebrity, it never gives you the right to invade their privacy. If this were a man doing this to a woman, it would be called sexual harassment but the same goes for man as well. Nobody is allowed to put their hands onto somebody without their permission. And I doubt that in that moment Harry gave his permission for that girl to touch him that way. All I want is stopping to sexualize Harry! He’s a normal guy just like every other human being on this planet. This goes for any other celebrity as well. Just because he’s the Harry Styles, doesn’t mean he has no private life.

“I hate this.” I sniffled, “I really cannot stand it. People make sexual jokes about you and laugh about it like it means nothing, they are calling you a sex symbol, ruining your image. Fuck!”

He wrapped his arms around me, pressing me against his chest as he soothed me.

“I try to pay more attention, love. I promise. Please, don’t cry.”

“But that’s not enough, Harry.”

“What do you want me to do then?”

“I don’t know, just make them understand this behavior is not okay! And you have a girlfriend, damn it. Even though they know it, they are not afraid. So impolite!”

He gave me gentle kiss on my forehead. “I will see what I can do, love, okay? Don’t be mad anymore.  I’ll promise I’ll be more cautious the next time.”

“I love you, Harry and I adore you but you are too kind to people sometimes and they’re using this for their own advantages. Show them your limits. That’s all I want.”

He is really too kind for this world. I wish Harry would be treated the way he deserves to be treated. Not only by the fans but also the media. Even though Harry does never show his annoyance on some interviews when a not so nice question is asked, especially from his past, you still can notice how much it bothers him. Harry is an angel, why not treat him that way? Is that so difficult?

Harry always respects everybody, says everyone is equal and deserves all the kind of love they can get, he supports communities like the LGBT community and so many other organizations. He has a big heart and this fragile heart needs to be kept safe so it cannot be damaged.

Harry hugged me tightly, promising he would do something against the huge problem. He took my phone out of my hand.

“Come one love, no more tears. Let’s sit down on the couch and watch some movies. What do you think, hmm?”

“Under one condition,” I agreed, “I’m gonna choose the move.”

Harry chuckled. ”That’s fine.”  

We walked down the stairs and while I choose the movie that we were about to watch, Harry prepared some popcorn in the kitchen.

I know this problem will never be out of the world. There will always be people who will treat others that way but as long as we stand together and speak out for things like sexual harassment, this is a big step into a good future.

“Treat people with kindness” –Harry Edward Styles

anonymous asked:

i was half asleep when i thought of this + this isn't CEO tom but like imagine meeting him and ur a huge fan and oh my god it's tom holland and he's like oh my god she's fuckin gorgeous and ur all shy and u ask "do u think i could have a picture with me kissing ur cheek?" and he's like hell yes and u go to kiss his cheek and the cheeky (see what i did there) lil shit turns his head and let's just say ur at a meet up so nikki is taking photos and she catches right when ur lips meet and oh boy

this is a fucking beautiful concept and i’m actually sobbing okay bYe thank you for this AMAZING BEAUTIFUL MASTERPIECE

anonymous asked:

When do you think destiel became an actual part of the narrative? Like when do you think the writers started taking it seriously as a concept and something that could actually happen?

I don’t know, because I can’t say to what extent the writers consider it to be a real part of the story or just something that’s there if you chose to look for it. 

I think The Man Who Would Be King was a big turning point for things, but then it all went to hell with the end of season 6 and start of seven. But heck, maybe they went as far as they did with that episode because they thought Cas was going to be gone forever and it was just going to be this big gay mystery, subtext thing. 

When Cas came back at the end of seven and certainly through season 8 it was very much there, and not as a joke. It is something the writers are aware of and I think they, and other authors of the show like the editors and production design and ACTORS constantly nod to or put in, whether sincerely or not. 

anonymous asked:

what did susan's dogs tweet say? it was deleted :(

Oh! That’s interesting that it was deleted! She (he?) kinda acknowledged that his son was playing William. But if you ask me, it’s shady as hell, and I can’t believe that William’s face would be leaked so easily, just after the NYCC panel when we learnt there was an actual actor playing his role. I can’t believe he’s going to be a “famous” face either. And this guy is too old anyway. This is pure Fox / CC secrecy and trolling I think. 

post-emoji movie Trauma

WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

Keep reading

keith’s vlog

keith really sadly: it might explain why i was never really good at…connecting with people

-shows lance-

keith angrily: i still don’t understand why i wouldn’t just say voltron

keith: i’m so sorry, i guess i have a bit of a temper so…

-shows lance calming him down-

keith starting to cry: instead of accepting people into my life, i push them away before they reject me. i guess i have some walls up

What she says: I’m fine.

What she means: Hyun Ryu, aka Zen, deserves so much better? A lot of people talk about how good looking he is or that he’s a narcissist, but they forget that it’s a crucial point in his route is how self conscious he really is? And don’t even get me started on how people ignore that his mother emotionally abused him during his childhood. Who the hell calls their child ugly? To protect them? Instead of just teaching them that people might take advantage of them because of how they look so they should keep their guard up? Suuure. I, for one, am proud that he still manages to be so confident after all that. And he’s still going after his dreams despite the fact that he was told he wasn’t going to make it anywhere. He joined a gang and got out of it to make his life better. And he’s doing it on his own, too, wow. People also give him crap for hating on Jumin, which is understandable, but making up with Jumin is also a crucial part of his route. He lets go of projecting his the image of his brother on Jumin and they actually become friends who just have banter? There is no reason to hate this boy? He’s such a sweetheart that gives really useful advice when it comes to handling life and tough situations. He’s very comforting and willing to go above and beyond for the people close to him. He’s willing to drop everything to run over to MC or take in Yoosung. He cares about Jaehee’s health and really just wants her to take a break? He a Mom Friend and a big brother but he’s also such a cute dork? Especially when it comes to things like technology and romantic gestures? The boy even wants to let MC meet his parents before they get married and they won’t let him in the door? And the fandom portrays him as this salty, kind of violent, self-absorbed, character? And don’t even get me started on The Beast™ because? He doesn’t even bring it up that often? And when he does bring it up, it’s after he meets MC in person and even then, it’s only briefly before he changes the subject. Cause this boy would literally wait as long as MC wants him to. I could literally go on, but the main point is that Zen deserves so much better and I will love him enough for the whole fandom if I have to.

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Translation

Bakugou: “So who in the hell, let Mr. nerd, who by the way doesn’t even know how much alcohol he can hold, to get into this state?" 

Deku: "Ehhehe~”

Kirishima: “Ek, just how much did you drink by yourself, Midoriya?!”

Kaminari: “What are you saying, Bakugou? Midoriya’s still good as new!”

Bakugou: “You realize you’re saying two completely different things?”

Deku: “Ahaha! This feels good~” *Hugs*

Kaminari: “Oi, Midoriya. You alright? You realize who you’re hugging?”

Kirishima: “You really think he’d do that knowingly… I didn’t know he was that drunk…”

Bakugou: “You, fuck, you…."  "Nerd brat….”

Bakugou: “Where did you learn to do something this fucking cute.”

Kirishima and Kaminari: ??「Not getting how things are turning out

Art by hiroaca_ake || Translated by seairu​  

KatsuDeku Translations

Doomed — Min Yoongi

Words: 5390

Warnings: demon!Yoongi + angst + filthy smut + fluff

Description: Arent people supposed to be scared when they find out that a demon has been stalking them?

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Let me know if I should make a part two to this :)

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Everyone gets that feeling when they feel that someone is watching them. Monitoring everything they do. Stalking them.

That’s how you felt almost everyday. It was as if someone was actually watching you. Or spying on you.

You began to think like this since you were little. About 10 years old. Whenever you were somewhere, you felt a presence, even when you were alone. It was like someone was always there with you. It started off simple, but got worse and creepier as you grew older.

When you were 13, you couldn’t stand being home alone, because you always felt that someone was going to come for you. You would hear strange noises such as people talking when you were home alone, cabinets closing on their own, footsteps when no one else was home.

By age 15, you watched a lot of horror movies, and deemed your experiences as “being haunted.” You were sure that you were being haunted by a ghost, or something like a ghost. There were no other explanations for the things that’s been happening to you.

You told your friends and your parents, but no one believed you. Everyone thought you were either joking, or just crazy.

When you were 16, you asked your parents to get paranormal experts to come to your house and see what was going on. Your parents were reluctant at first, telling you that maybe a therapist should come to the house instead. But you kept asking them, telling them that you were so scared that something might happen to you. And then they finally called the experts.

When they came, the concluded that there was nothing paranormal going on inside of your house, giving your parents another reason not believe anything you said.

Even though the “experts” said that there was nothing, you knew there was something. You always knew that there was something going on. You weren’t crazy, no matter how much people tell you that you are.

You will never forget about when you were 18. You were almost finished with school. You remember sitting in an empty classroom one day during your free period. You studied for a huge test that you had to take.

The room was quiet at first, but then you heard a quiet tap on the window. You didn’t think much of it, thinking that it was probably just a tree branch or something.

Then it happened again. And again. And again. This continued for about two minutes before it started upsetting you. You groaned and tried to concentrate on studying. Once you groaned, the sound stopped. It was probably just a coincidence.

It didn’t stop there. You heard something fall down. It was a light sound, but you still heard it. You looked around the room to see what it was. There was a piece of chalk rolling towards you.

You raised and eyebrow. How did the chalk fall if nothing was touching it?

You stood up, picking up the piece of chalk that had fallen. You walked to the chalk board and placed the piece of chalk onto the teacher’s desk.

You turned around, dusted your hands off and started walking back to your seat.

And that’s when you heard it. The sound of the chalk falling again. You thought nothing of it. The teachers desk was probably just slanted, which is why the chalk keeps falling off. But why didn’t anything else on the desk fall off?

You turned around, bending down to pick up the chalk once again. You stood up, holding the piece of white chalk and as you looked up, you saw something strange.

The chalkboard had something written on it.

“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.”

Those words were not on the board before. How did it get there? Who wrote it? What the hell did it even say?

You thanked god for modern technology as you took out your cellphone and took a picture of the words written on the chalkboard. You put the picture into a translator website and waited for it to do its magic.

As the page loaded, you read what the words had translated to.

“I’m watching you. See you soon, 21.”

If you weren’t already creeped out before, you were ten times more creeped out now.

Without even thinking about it, you packed up your books and left the room, not looking back.

Who wrote that? Who’s watching you?

The answers to you questions went unanswered for years after that. You were always so curious.

You were 20 years old when you moved out of your parents house and into your own apartment.

The strange things never stopped. On multiple occasions when you would walk into your apartment, you would see lights that were turned on (and you were sure that you had turned them off), cabinets were open, loose papers were scattered all over your desk. You were a very clean and organized person, so you knew that it couldn’t have been you.

Getting a surveillance camera installed in your house didn’t help, as much as you really wanted it to. It just gave you more reason to believe your 15 year old self when you said that something paranormal was going on.

When you got home from work, you would check your camera, seeing if anything happened.

Of course something happened.

The cabinets opened—by themselves. The drawers in your desk opened and papers flew out of them, creating a big mess. The light switched flicked on, on their own.

You were terrified. Something was haunting you and you wanted to know why.

Today was your 21st birthday.

You spent the day shopping with your friends. You weren’t really a party girl, so you decided to do something less wild and more fun. Shopping is always fun.

“This would look really nice on you, y/n!” One of your friends smiled, giving you a cute pink dress that she had picked up.

It was cute, but it wasn’t really your style, so you put it back as you friend walked to go look at other clothes. After returning the dress to the rack that it had previously been on, you turned around, only to bump into someone.

“I’m so sorry.” You apologized. It was a man. He had jet black hair and dark brown eyes. He was quite handsome.

“Don’t be sorry. It was my fault.” He says, patting his clothes as he stood in front of you.

You two stood there, just looking at each other for a couple of seconds. He stared into your eyes. It was like he could see right through your soul. You couldn’t look away. It was like you were dazed.

“Y/n, come on. Let’s go to another shop.” Your friend calls. You blinked a few times, snapping out of your daze.

You walked away from the man, following as your friends walked out of the shop.

He seemed so familiar, but you were sure you hadn’t seen him before. You’d never seen him in real life, or even pictures, so why did he seem familiar?


You closed the door of your apartment and took your shoes off, placing them beside the door.

You and your friends had a good time out, shopping, eating and gossiping. It was like you were in high school all over again. You missed hanging out with them all the time.

You plopped down on the couch, grabbing the tv remote and pressing the button to turn it on.

You pressed the button, but nothing happened. You pressed it over and over again, but nothing. Maybe the batteries were out?

Just then, you felt something brush past your leg. Without thinking, you yelped and placed your feet on the couch, looking down at what had touched you.

It was a cat.

What was a cat doing in your apartment?

The cat looked up at you. It had black fur and brown eyes.

“What are you doing in here?” You asked the cat, as if it would talk back. You stood up, still looking down at the cat.

“I should get you out of here. Your owner is probably looking for you.” You say, putting your arms out, but then retracting them, not knowing if you should touch the cat.

Suddenly, something happened. You weren’t sure what it was exactly, but all you saw was a flash of white and then something stood in front of you. It wasn’t the cat.

It was a man.

You screamed and ran into your bedroom, scared for your life. You didn’t bother to look at the man, you were too terrified.

You closed your bedroom door as you entered, locking it.

What the hell just happened?

“Y/n.” You heard a voice say. The voice was kind of deep. You were too scared to reply. How did he even know your name?

“Y/n, I hope you know that locking the door isn’t going to stop me from coming in.” The man says.

You stayed silent. You didn’t know what to say. What were you supposed to say?

You heard no more noise on the other side of the door, but you were still scared.

Then, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You didn’t want to turn around, but your feet had it’s own plans.

You turned around, coming face to face with—

The man from earlier. The one from the shop. The one that you bumped into.

Your eyes widened.

You backed up, hoping that you could run away, but for every step you took back, he took a step towards you.

“Why are you here? Why were you a cat? How were you a cat? Who are you? What are you?” You asked. You had so many questions and they all came out at the same time.

“I’d rather not show you my actual form, for your sake. And do you know how much strength it takes to shift into a cat? You should be praising me. I’m so tired right now.” The man complained.

What was his “actual form”?

“What are you?” You repeated your question.

“A demon.” He said. “Yeah, right.” You say, not believing him. The man chuckled before closing his eyes. What was he doing?

As he opened his eyes, his dark brown eye color was no longer there. Now his pupils were a fiery red color.

You yelled and tried to run away, but he held your arms, not letting you move.

“Let go of me!” You yelled.

“Y/n, calm down.” He says, his eyes going back to their original color. “How am I supposed to calm down? You—you just—I can't—” you stuttered, not knowing what to say.

He stared into your eyes and you felt yourself calming down. It was like he casted a spell on you or something.

“Did you just cast a spell on me? Are you a witch too?” You ask, not able to take your eyes off of his.

He chuckled. “I’m not a witch. I’m a demon. A handsome one.”

You wish you could roll your eyes at his comment. “Who are you?” You ask. “And why do you seem so familiar? I’m almost one-hundred percent sure that we’ve never met.”

“Y/n, I’ve been with you since you were young. Don’t you remember me? Haven’t you got my little notes and messages?” He asks you.

“What messages?”

“Specto tu. Protinus te videre, XXI.” He spoke.

Your eyes widened. That’s what was written on the chalkboard that day you were in school! “You wrote that? How? Why? Why couldn’t I see you?”

“Being a demon surprisingly has its many perks. One of them being invisibility. And it was a reminder. Didn’t you translate it?” He asked you.

“It said I’m watching you. And see you soon. Then it said twenty one.” You say.

“I was watching you. I’ve always been watching you. And it was a reminder because I’d see you on your twenty-first birthday, which is today.” He explains, letting go of your hands. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”

It was him. He was the thing that was always with you. The thing that creeped you out. The thing that you always knew was watching you.

You brought your hand up to his face and slapped him, anger filling you.

His eyes widened and he held his cheek in pain. “What was that for?” He asks.

“You! You’re the reason that I spent almost eleven years of my life scared to death! I was always so scared, and it was because of you! You messed me up, man.” You explained.

“I’m sorry?” He said, but it sounded more like a question.

You slapped him again.

“What was that one for?” He asks.

“That’s for messing up my house when I’m not home. You always leave my lights on. And you leave my cabinets open. And all of my papers are always all over my desk.” You say.

“I’m sorry. I get bored sometimes when you’re not home.” He admits.

“Who are you?” You ask.

“I’m Yoongi. Min Yoongi. You’re y/n y/l/n.” He finally introduces himself.

“Well, Min Yoongi. You’ve been stalking me for eleven years, why?” You question.

People supposed to be scared when they find out that a demon has been stalking them for so long, so, why didn’t you feel scared?

“You’re interesting.” He says, simply.

You rolled your eyes, finally out of his spell, or whatever it was.

After a moment of silence, Yoongi spoke up. “I’m not here to hurt you, so if you’re scared of me, you don’t have to be. Although, I’m not getting any scared vibes from you. You’re not scared of me?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I am. I just think that I was more scared when I didn’t know who or what you were.” You admit.

“Really? Then maybe I should erase your memory.” He smirked.

“No. No way.” You say. “I was joking.” He chuckled. “Or was I?”

“Min Yoongi I swear to—” you started. “Don’t say it.” He warns you, eyes turning red.

“Sorry. Sorry.” You apologized, looking down at the floor so you wouldn’t have to look into his eyes.

Yoongi took a deep breath before speaking again. “You should go to bed. It’s late.”

“It’s 6 pm.” You tell him.

“So? It’s never too early to go to sleep.”

You shook your head before opening your bedroom door and walking out into your living room.

“What are you still doing here? Leave!” You hear Yoongi say. He wasn’t talking to you, so who was he talking to?

You turned around to look at him, but he was facing the kitchen. In the kitchen stood another man. He looked the same age as Yoongi, maybe younger. He had orangish/reddish hair. You noticed something. In front of him, on the counter was a cake. That wasn’t there before.

“Who is this?” You asked.

“I’m Hoseok.” The boy with the orange hair smiled at you, walking over to where you and Yoongi were standing. “I’m Yoongi’s friend.”

“Hi.” You said before looking at Yoongi. “So what? Is my house like a demon magnet now?”

“Hoseok, get out.” Yoongi said, not answering your question.

Hoseok sighed and looked at you. “It was nice to meet you. Bye.” He smiled before you saw a flash of white. He was gone.

You looked over to where the cake was. Yoongi saw where you were looking and spoke. “It’s yours.” He says.

“Is it?” You asked, walking over to the cake.

“I told Hoseok to bring it for you. It looks good, right?” He asks.

You saw what was written on the cake and smiled.

“Happy Birthday, y/n.”

“As long as you share it with me, I promise I won’t trash your house anymore.” He smiled.

Despite being a demon, Yoongi was a nice guy. Maybe you wouldn’t mind having him around.


“We need to have another girl’s day out.” Your friend says. She was sitting beside you on the couch in your apartment.

“Yeah. I want to hang out with you and the rest of the girls more.” You tell her.

“We should go to a club or something.” She suggested.

A club? “I don’t think so.” You say. You weren’t really a fan of going to the club. The club is just a place where random guys try to hit on you all night, and you didn’t want to go through that.

“Oh, come on, y/n. Don’t be such a party pooper. We could go out to the club and have fun. You could meet a guy there!” She persisted.

“Why would I want to meet a guy there?” You asked.

“Y/n, you haven’t gotten laid in like a year. You need to meet a guy so you two can hook up! You really need some d—” Your friend explained, but was cut off by someone else talking over her.

“What’s this talk about y/n needing to meet a guy?” The person asked. You recognized the voice and turned around to see Yoongi.

“Y/n, who is this?” Your friend asks.

“This is—” You started. “I’m Yoongi. Y/n’s boyfriend.” Yoongi finished for you.

Your boyfriend? Since when?

“Y/n! How could you not tell me that you have a boyfriend?” Your friend questions.

“I’m sorry, y/f/n.” You looked at your friend. “I wasn’t planned on letting you meet him. He promised me that he would stay in my bedroom while you came over.” You looked back at Yoongi.

“Sorry. I got bored in there.” He shrugs. “Y/f/n, would you mind coming back another time? I need to speak to y/n about something.”

“No problem. I’ll be on my way.” Y/f/n says, before getting up and walking to the door. She winked at you before leaving and closing the door behind her.

You turned around, only to see that Yoongi was closer to you than he was before. “You’re my boyfriend?” You asked. “Since when?”

“Since now.” He states. “Is it true?” He asked, not giving you time to respond to his statement.

“Is what true?”

“She said you haven’t been laid in a year. Is that true?”

“Does that matter to you?” You ask, raising your eyebrow. Why did he want to know?

“Just tell me.”

“What if it is true? Why do you need to know?”

Yoongi took two slow steps towards you so he was now standing on front of you with barely any space between you.

Would it be wrong to say he looked really hot right now?

While living with Yoongi, you can’t help but look at him sometimes. Like the times you two are just talking to each other and he smiles. You like his smile. A lot.

And the times he would come out of the bathroom only wearing boxers. His hair would be wet and he looks so good. You didn’t know if it was okay for you to think about him this way.

“You seriously went that long without getting laid? You went that long without letting someone touch you? Pleasure you?” He asks. As he spoke, you felt his warm breath on your lips. “It’s been about three months since I revealed myself to you. We spend like all day together, so why haven’t you told me?”

“Can we not talk about this? It’s embarrassing.” You say, turning around so you could walk away. When you turned around, Yoongi grabbed one of your arms and turned you back to face him.

“Yoongi, I—” You started, but Yoongi looked into your eyes and suddenly you couldn’t say anything. He was controlling you.

For about thirty seconds, he just stared into your eyes, and you were unable to say or do anything else.

Yoongi put his fingers on your chin and lifted your head up. He almost instantly lowered his head and attached his lips to your neck.

His actions made your eyes widen. “Y-Yoongi.” You stuttered, finally able to speak again.

He hummed in response and started kissing and sucking on your neck. It felt unbelievably good.

“Yoongi. Yoongi, wait.” You spoke, putting your hands on his shoulders and pushing him away. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you doing this?” You asked him.

“You don’t want me to do it?” He asks. “I-I didn’t say that. I just—” You started. “Then shut up and let me do what I need to do.” He speaks over you, pressing his lips against yours after he finished talking.

His lips felt so good against yours. You didn’t realize how much you liked his lips until this moment.

Yoongi held your waist with one hand, pulling you against him. You used one hand to run fingers through his hair and the other hand was still rested on his shoulder.

His tongue entered your mouth, exploring it and even meeting with your tongue.

You lightly tugged on his hair, causing him to groan into your mouth. Hearing him groan sent waves of pleasure down your body. You wanted more.

Yoongi pulled away from you, removing your shirt and his shirt before placing his lips back on yours.

You placed one of your hands on his neck, slowly trailing down to his chest, and then to the bulge that was evident in his pants.

You palmed him through the black sweatpants he wore and once again, he groaned into your mouth.

Yoongi placed his hand at the hem of your pants and pushed them down. You stopped out of them, now only left in your bra and underwear.

You pushed Yoongi’s sweatpants and boxers down and he stepped out of them before breaking away from you and sitting down on the couch.

“On your knees, baby girl.” He says to you. You did as told and got on your knees, coming face to face with his length. Yoongi leaned forward and removed your bra before speaking. “Be a good girl and suck.”

You nodded before putting one of your hands on his length, stroking it a couple of times before putting your lips around the tip. You decide to tease him by licking and sucking the tip, and only the tip.

“If you keep teasing me like that, you’re gonna be in big trouble, y/n.” Yoongi speaks in a stern voice. Trying to push his buttons, you continued to do what you were doing.

Yoongi got fed up and placed his hand on the back of your head. “It seems like you want trouble.” He says before pushing your head down onto his length. You took more of him in your mouth. He began thrusting his hips into your mouth, making you take in all of it.

The back of you throat stung, but you loved every second of it. “You love it when I do this, don’t you, y/n?” Yoongi asked, as if you could answer.

Suddenly, he pulled you off of him, standing up and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist so you wouldn’t fall.

He walked to your bedroom, and while he walked, you felt his length brush against your core, which was still covered by your underwear. You sucked in a breath at the contact, causing Yoongi to laugh.

When he got you your room, Yoongi rested you on the bed, wasting no time before getting on top of you and attacking your lips with his.

Yoongi used this position as an advantage to grind down onto your clothed core, causing you to moan inside of his mouth. He chuckled before removing his lips from yours and putting them on one of your breasts. He used one of his hands to touch the breast that his lips weren’t on. He alternated between both breasts. You loved the feeling he was giving you.

Yoongi looked up at you, pressing his lips to yours as he slid your underwear off, both of you were both completely naked now.

“I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long, baby.” Yoongi admits before running his fingers up and down your folds. “You’re so wet for me. I love it, babe.”

You moaned as he stuck two fingers into you, not giving you time to adjust to them. Since you were so wet, his fingers glided in and out easily. He curled his fingers inside of you, touching the special spot that make you gasp.

“Yoongi.” You moaned. “What is it, baby girl?” He asks.

You just wanted him inside of you already.

You moaned again and since you didn’t answer his question, Yoongi spoke again. “Use your words, baby. Unless you’re not going to get what you want.” He smirked.

“You’re such a tease.” You say as his fingers kept going in and out of you. “I’m just getting started.” He says, pressing his fingers against your spot.

“Yoongi! Fuck!” You yelled, shutting your eyes tightly. “What do you want, baby girl?” He asks.

“I want you, inside of me.” You said. “I am inside of you.” He said.

“No. I want your cock inside of me. Right now, Yoongi.” You finally say. “You want my cock? Beg for it, baby.” He responds.

“Please, Yoongi.  I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck me right now. I’m so wet for you. Please.” You begged. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smiled, taking his fingers out of you.

He kissed your lips before aligning his length with your entrance. He gave you no time to prepare, or get used to it as he slid inside of you and began to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace.

He used one hand to prop himself up and placed the other hand on your thigh, gripping it as he easily pushed and pulled himself in and out of you.

He angled his hips a certain way and his length repeatedly pressed against your special spot as he went inside of you. “Oh my—yoongi!” You yelled, enjoying the pleasure that was being given to you.

“You like that? You like when I fuck you like this, y/n?” He asks before placing his lips on your neck.

He continued to thrust in and out of you at a fast pace. You were basically shaking from pleasure underneath him.

“Yoongi, I’m so close.” You informed him, feeling your orgasm reach closer and closer.

“I’m not letting you cum that easily. Beg me if you want to cum.” He tells you, looking at you.

You shook your head, teasing him.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, shocked that you refused to obey him in a situation like this.

“Beg me.” He repeats himself.

You closed your eyes and bit your lip, holding back any sounds that would come from your mouth.

Yoongi suddenly pulled himself out of you completely before turning you so that you were laying with your stomach against the bed.

“On your hands and knees.” He instructs. You listened and did as told, having your ass on full display for him.

“I can’t believe you were being such a bad girl just then.” Yoongi says, rubbing both of your ass cheeks with his hands. “Do you know what bad girls get?” He asks.

You shook your head. “Bad girls get punished.” He tells you, just as you felt a sharp pain on your butt cheek.

“Never.” *spank* “Disobey.” *spank* “Me.” *spank* “Again.” *spank*

He spanked you a couple more times and surprisingly, the pain felt good to you. You loved it.

You laid there, taking the hits. A few tears escaped your eyes, but it didn’t matter to you. You loved everything that was happening.

When Yoongi was finished, he caressed your cheeks, running his hands over all the spots he hit.

He flipped you back around without warning, almost immediately slamming his length back into you, causing you to scream out his name.

“I know you want to cum, so you better beg me.” He said into your ear. It sounded more like a growl, which turned you on even more. Your orgasm was so close.

“Please let me cum, Yoongi. It’s so close. You make me feel so good, baby. I need you to let me cum.” You begged, tired of waiting.

Yoongi smirked pressed a quick kiss against your lips before looking at you.

“You can cum, princess. Cum all over me, baby.” He spoke while thrusting in and out of you, again at a fast pace. “Just make sure you look at me while you cum, okay? Keep your eyes open for me, baby.”

You moaned, feeling your orgasm come closer and closer until you felt the tight knot in your stomach finally unravel. Your orgasm washed over you, taking you into a state of pure bliss.

You looked into Yoongi’s eyes as you came, obeying what he said before. You had the urge to close your eyes, but Yoongi stared into yours, not letting you close them.

“Fuck, Yoongi.” You breathed. “I’m close, y/n.” Yoongi tells you as he continued thrusting.

You began to tremble from overstimulation, but you loved every second of it.

Yoongi let out a string of curse words as you finally felt him release inside of you. His warm liquid filled you up.

He thrusted slowly, a few more times before pulling out of you and laying down beside you.

The room was filled with nothing more than the sound of the two of you trying to catch your breaths.

“That was amazing.” You admit, turning your head to look at the man beside you. As you looked at him, you saw that he was already looking at you.

“You can say that again.” He smiles at you.

“That was amaz—” You started again. “Don’t actually say it again.” Yoongi says, playfully rolling his eyes.

You giggled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. You rested your head on his chest.

“Yoongi,” you started, looking up at him. “Yes, baby girl?” He asked.

“I know you’re a demon and everything, but can demons have relationships? Or is that like, against the demon code or something?” You asked him.

“You want a relationship?” He asked you. “Do you?” You ask.

Yoongi nodded and you smiled. “Then yes.” You spoke, biting your lip.

“Y/n, do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asks.

“Yes.” You nodded and Yoongi smiled at you.

Without telling you what he was doing, Yoongi brought one of his wrists up to his mouth and bit down, hard.

You raised an eyebrow, confused, but deciding not to ask any questions yet.

When he pulled away from his wrist, you saw the blood leaking from his arm.

He placed his bleeding wrist in front of your mouth. “Drink.” He instructs.

“Okay, you’ve asked me to do a lot of stuff today. This is the weirdest one.” You admit.

“Just do it. If you don’t hurry up, blood is going to get all over your sheets and I’m not washing them.” He tells you.

You rolled your eyes before opening your mouth. Yoongi pushed his wrist to your mouth and you licked the blood off of it, swallowing it.

When he pulled his wrist away, it wasn’t bleeding anymore. He smiled and looked at you, putting his index finger and thumb on your chin. He brought your mouth up to his and kissed you.

“So what am I now?” You asked as you pulled away from his lips. “Am I demon now? Or am I a vampire or something? I think I saw something like this on the Vampire Diaries one time.” You tell him.

“You’re still human.” Yoongi chuckled.

“What?” You ask. “So I drank your blood for no reason?” You pouted.

“It was for a reason. Your mine now, and if anything or anyone who’s supernatural gets close to you, they’ll know that you’re mine.” He explains.

“So you marked me?” You asked and he nodded.

“This is cool. Who would’ve thought that the thing that was haunting me for eleven years was actually a really cute demon who I like very much.” You say.

Yoongi playfully rolled his eyes.

“Go to sleep, loser.”

*They’re playing the game where whoever blushes first loses when the other person says I like you*

Mini: I like you Tyler

Wildcat: Please I know that. It’s my turn now

Wildcat: I love you Craig Thompson

Mini, blushing furiously: This is….. so unfair…omg

*****

Cartoonz: Ohm I li-

Ohm: Stop

Cartoonz: But I really li-

Ohm: No.

Cartoonz: Then you start! Say you li-

Ohm: Impossible

Cartoonz: C'mon, I know you like m-

Ohm: Just-

Ohm, blushing: I just can’t say I love you, you asshole!

Cartoonz, with finger guns: You lost

*****

Terroriser: I love you Moo Moo

Moo: What did you just-

Terroriser: I said I loooooove you, sweetie

Moo: I hate you

Terroriser: Oh yeah you just can’t play this game

Moo: Okay then, I’ll play your game

Moo, really close to Terroriser: I love you Brian.

Terroriser: Okay I give up. My lost. Now, stop.

*****

Basically: Man, I like you

Scotty: Actually, I love you

Basically: I’m so fucking in love with you too

Scotty: I love your eyes

Basically: I would kiss you right now

Scotty: Did I say you have a nice ass?

Basically: I just love your abs, so hot

Scotty: Dude just marry me already

Basically: Of course. Can we skip the wedding thing and go to the honeymoon

Scotty, getting irritated: Sure I’ll show you something you’ll never forget

Basically, also irritated: You. Me. Bed. Now.

Simone: OK! STOP! ENOUGH! WHAT THE HELL, YOU TWO!

Aisles [m]

Aisle Three

Summary: Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: bestfriend!au, college!au, angst, smut

Word Count: 5,802

Originally posted by sugutie

Aisle One Aisle Two Aisle Three

Surprisingly, it was easy for you to lie yourself and to everyone around you. Flashing a smile anytime someone around you asked you how you were doing. The layers of concealer under your eyelids hiding more than the lack of sleep. You tried to keep yourself busying, burying yourself under piles of books and notes to occupy your mind with anything but Jungkook and how he wrinkled his nose when he smiled.

 In a very strange way you found solace in the amount of schoolwork that was piling up in the pages of your planner. Exams, research papers, and presentations were keeping you out of the house and inside the walls of the library. You were regretting your schedule for this semester, but with the MCAT looming you couldn’t afford to take any risks. Medical school was the light at the end of the tunnel, and not even a bunny toothed boy was enough to keep you distracted.

 Hoseok however, had a problem with the fact that you should probably start paying rent to the librarian. He missed you, constantly sending you reminders to eat and drink water during the hours you were studying. You had regretted the night you told him that you hadn’t eaten since 7 in the morning and 45 minutes later a freckled teenager came into the library with the largest bag of Chinese takeout you had ever seen. And your name was scribbled on the front.

Y/N 9:35 PM: Hobi, I appreciate the thought but can you please stop sending me food while I am in the library.

Hoseok 9: 47 PM: I’ll stop sending you food when you actually sleep in your bed, for once

Sighing, you throw your phone back down on the table. He had a point. You hadn’t slept underneath sheets in weeks. By the time you got home from school you were too tired to make it your bedroom. Every morning waking up regretting the fact that you had decided to buy the lumpiest couch known to man. You knew that this wouldn’t last. That eventually you wouldn’t be able to hide behind the excuses of academics to avoid having a life. You were going to burn out.

But two days later you found yourself in the same position.

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The History of the RFA

*I was gonna put a keep reading but decided against it. I stop where I did because the events go differently depending on the route you take. Should I do one for each route???*

*Inspired by “The History of the World, i guess” and “The History of Japan.” Just imagine that voice reading this or it’s not gonna be as good.*

Hi, hello there, here you are. 

You’re at an apartment. But whose apartment is it? We’ll get to that later.

Knock knock, here’s a blonde girl. Who is that?

She thinks “wow I really like photography, I’m gonna go to a gallery” So she goes to a gallery.
Then she meets this guy 

Yeah that guy.
But who is that guy?

He’s a photographer and he likes her hair. So he says “wow, I really like your hair, what’s your name?”

so Rika says “Oh thanks, I like yours too, it’s a weird shade of blue. My name is Rika”

and V says “Oh wow is that you’re real name? We’re Korean, that doesn’t sound like a very Korean name unless one of your parents is foreign or maybe they just wanted to name you something foreign, y’know?” 

and so Rika says 

and V doesn’t say anything else.

Oh look now they’re dating! They’re religious people who like church. One day they’re at church.
Oh hey who’s that cherry-headed kid over there scavenging for food? 
“Oh shit,” V says, “That looks like someone who could really use our help”
Then he says:

and then the little cherry kid said

Then he says “Oh but my name is Saeyoung”

“Yes,” V whispers under his breath, “Our first great act of kindness”
So V and Rika see this kid at the church all the time after mass and bring bread for him. Yay bread.
Turns out Saeyoung’s twin brother, whose name is Saeran, is the weaker one. 

Yeah that one.
His dad’s in some deep political shit and his mom’s blackmailing his dad because his dad won’t tell the people voting for him about the kids he has so the mom threatens to tell the world if he doesn’t give her money and all she does is spend that money on alcohol

“Wow that really sucks,” V says, and comes back a few weeks later with an offering. “Hey I have an idea. How about we take you and give you a new life. You and your computer skills can get you a rad job and then we’ll take care of your brother for you. The catch is that you have to abandon him and become a completely new person.”

“Woah,” Saeyoung says. “I can’t do that, are you crazy”

“No,” V says,

“No,” Saeyoung says.

“But you should,” V says, “It’s best for him.”

“Are you sure,” Saeyoung says.

“Totally,” V says. “You just met me. Trust me though, it’s gonna go smooth.”

So Saeyoung says yes and they take him in where he’s

, converted to catholic and given the cool name “Luciel”
It’s got something to do with not wanting to be a fallen angel but let’s forget about him right now.

A few years later. Surprise! V and Rika wanna start a group together. What are they gonna do in the group?

“But wait” says Rika

“What is it?” says V

“What are we gonna call this group?” 

They have to think of something clever. Something super smart but also obvious so everybody knows their intentions. So they decide to call it

“But wait,” Rika says again, “We can’t just do this by ourselves. We need more people. I have a cousin”

“I have a childhood friend who talks to only me because other people don’t understand our rich lifestyle,” says V

“Oh hold on,” says Rika, “there’s another guy who’s really good at acting and had a pretty shitty childhood, we gotta invite him too”

“That’s pretty dank,” says V, “And my friend that I mentioned previously has an assistant that he can invite.”

“Wait, what about that kid from earlier?” says V.

They hold parties and make money that they donate and everything’s fine. Let’s go forward a little.

Knock knock. 

Who is it now??

Rika’s been struck by mental illness that’s causing her to have delusions. Well this isn’t good.

“I’ll help,” says V
So he takes her to a therapist. But she doesn’t wanna go to the therapist so she stops going to that therapist. Not that she goes to another one. She doesn’t go to a therapist at all.

“I wanna make a cult,” Rika says, “it’ll be totally chill. like a paradise, let’s do it”

“Woah,” V says, “You can’t just make a cult”

“Hey, that’s bullshit,” Rika says, “You can’t tell me what to do”
Then she jabs him in the eyes. Well, we don’t know if she jabbed him in the eyes yet. What she did to his eyes is unclear for now.

Oh no, V’s vision is deteriorating slowly over time. Now Rika’s run off to start her cult.

“Shit,” V says, “I can’t tell the RFA about this, what the hell do I do? Oh wait, I know:”

Woah. Now everyone’s heartbroken and there’s a funeral held for her. In fact, everyone’s so heartbroken that they stop holding charity parties for like two years.
Also Rika’s cousin really hates V for some reason.

Fast forward.
Ding ding. You just got a text. 

Now you’re inside a stranger’s apartment. Surprise again! Your phone suddenly opens up a random chatroom with five people talking about random stuff in their life.

Hey but wait, who are you?

Now they think you’re a hacker and you have to explain what happened and how you ended up in the apartment. You don’t know who this “Rika” or who this “V” is that they keep mentioning but whatever it probably isn’t important.

So you tell them, and they realize you can’t leave because something’s clearly weird, right? So now they’re faced with a dilemma 

Supercorp au where Kara swears when she’s stressed and her favorite phrases are “fuck” and “fuck me”. So much so that Lena has gotten accustomed to answering internally, thinking things like “yeah” “sure when” “your place or mine” “I really do want to dear, but I’m quite busy at the moment” and that one time she says it under her breath and Kara hears her, goes up to her and says, “did you just understand kryptonese?” “Yes” “and did you just reply ‘I want to’?” “Uh y-yes”

Was I a good Sister?

Characters - Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester

Warning - Swearing, angst, character death

“Y/n! SHOOT NOW” I heard my father voice yell at me so I took my aim at the werewolf heart and tried to fire but I then realised that my gun was jammed! “oh no” I whispered

I saw the werewolf advance towards my elder brother and it threw him across , I watched in shock when his body slammed into the tree, the werewolf turned towards me but my gun was still jammed, I tried to shoot him but it wasn’t working just when then I heard a loud bang from behind me and I saw the werewolf fall to the ground, I turned around and saw my other elder brother Sam.

My father suddenly appeared in my view and ran towards Dean, me and Sam followed him, we dropped on our knees around where Dean lay unconscious. I tried to caress his forehead to inspect the damage when my father shoved my hand away.

“Don’t you dare touch him! ”,he snarled.

He then looked at Dean and tried to find if he had any serious injury on him. I looked at Sam but he was too focused on Dean. I then felt my cheek burn severely and loud resounding slap could be heard across the forest. I realised then that my father had hit me and he had me so hard that I was lying on the ground. I definitely had a bruise now.

“Dad, what the hell was that!? ” I heard Sam shout but my dad just glared at him and then at me, he shook his head in anger dropped down so he could swing dean’s arm around his shoulder.

Sam who was staring at his father in shock and anger immediately pushed his feelings aside and grabbed the other arm. They carried Dean this to the impala with me trailing behind him.

“y/n/n, go sit in the backseat and then we will lay him down” I nodded slowly and did as Sam said, the entire time I could feel my dad’s eye on me.

The ride to the isolated cabin was extremely quiet, I kept caressing Dean’s forehead and his hair and I kept on whispering “ I am sorry, I am so sorry ” and the tears trailed down my face.

Sam’s POV

I heard my little sister sniffling in the backseat and comforting my elder brother while saying sorry. It literally broke my heart to see her so upset. All I wanted to do was hug her tightly and tell her everything was going to be okay but if I say something now I know my father will be even more furious, I still cannot believe that he had hit her.

We reach the cabin and take Dean inside, we inspect him and wonder if any serious injury has taken place but he was just knocked out , I look over at my little sister and see that she was standing at door with an expression of fear plastered over her face. I smile at her but she doesn’t smile back.

After tending to Dean my father walks out of the room but not before he take Y/n’s arm in vicious grip, I spare my brother one look and walk out of the door.

Y/n’s POv

“what the hell were you doing?!
“I.. ”
“You could have gotten your brother killed you irresponsible idiot, why can’t you do anything properly?! ”
“Dad just listen to her”
“You stay out of this Sam, it does not concern you, we could have lost Dean because of her, you are the reason that your brother is in there….. Hurt”
“But dad.. ”
“JUST SHUT UP! I can’t even bare to look at you, my son is hurt because of you, you are an ungrateful, irresponsible and disgusting sister and I can’t even call you my daughter ”

That was it. This sentence did it for me, I was in pain ,not the physical kind the other one the one where your heart feels heavy and it hurts, I looked at my father with tears in my eyes but I would not let them drop.

“what the hell is wrong with you dad, why can’t you just listen to her, who says that to their own child?!”

My dad didn’t answer my brother he just walked out the door, Sam then removed his attention from John and then kneeled down so he could be of my height, he kept both his hands on my shoulders and looked me straight in the eye.

“hey, listen to me sweetie don’t you dare even for a moment think that you are not a good sister, you are the most amazing, beautiful kind girl in the whole world and me and Dean love you so so so so much! ”

I looked him in the eye but I did not have the strength to reply so I just went back to the room where Dean was sleeping.

Sam’s POV

I watched my little sister walk back in the room, I was so shocked to hear my father say such horrible things to a 13 year old girl.
I went in the room and saw that she was covering Dean up with a blanket she then sat at the edge of the pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead.

My heart melted right there, how could my father say such horrible things to someone as sweet as her, I just couldn’t resist so I walked up behind her and put my arms around,she turn around and put her arms around my waist and her face towards me, I hugged her for a while but then I felt her shoulders shake I looked down and saw that she was sobbing her little heart out so I kneeled down again so I could be of her level and then hugged her tightly.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry”, she said this while hiccuping in between her sobs.

“I can’t lose you or Dean, I love you too much, I am sorry ” I knew I couldn’t say anything to comfort her so I picked her up and carried to my bed, we are used to sharing beds so I lay her down and I lay down beside her I put my arm around her and gently stroke her back soon she is fast asleep.

Y/n’s POV
I wake up the next morning to see that my Sam was sleeping beside me softly snoring , I looked on the other side and saw that Dean was also sleeping, so I got up and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. When I came back I saw that Dean was starting to wake up.

“Hey Dean, can you wake up? ”, he groaned but slowly opened his eyes
“hey, how are you feeling? ”
“Ummm…. Extremely sore”
“well you were thrown into a tree so that is to be expected I guess”

“Wait, what the hell happened? Are you okay? ”

“Yea bro, Everyone is good, you were the only one who was hurt”

I grabbed his medicine from the side table and then got him a glass of water.

“Here you go”
“Thanks sweetheart, you know you always take such good care of us”

My smile wavered a bit as I remembered last night’s events but I didn’t let the sadness or the immense guilt I was feeling come to my face. I then took both his hands pulled him in a sitting position.

“you can use the shower and have a good long bath”
“Thanks sweetie ” he said looking at me but then his smile turned into a frown and his hand went to touch my cheek.
“Did the werewolf get you or something? ”
“No why? ”
“You have bruise on your face”
I immediately felt extremely tense but then I just brushed it off and then walked to the living room. I saw John sitting over there with a pen and newspaper he looked towards me and said
“We are going on a hunt tonight.”
“What? What about Dean”
“Your will brother will not go obviously ”
“Dean is not going to agree to that ”
“Just be ready, there were not ONE but TWO werewolf but because of you we could not kill it last night so I suggest do as I ask”.

Later that night.
Dean had thrown a bitch fit and was here saying he was fine and will not be left at home. I had persuaded Sam to not tell Dean anything now, but we could do it after the hunt. I had rechecked my guns atleast 10 times to make sure it wasn’t jammed.

We walked through the jungle looking for the wolf, but it had seemed like hours had passes but we still had no clue where it was.

I still don’t know how I saw but I did, the werewolf was standing behind Dean, it had raised its claw to strike at my brother but I pushed my brother put of the way and felt it claws go deep in my stomach.

Dean’s PoV

I saw in astonishment as my little sister pushed me out of the way and the werewolf impaled her in stomach. I raised my gun and shot him straight in the heart, the werewolf fell down with a thud.

I looked down at my little sister who was bleeding from the stomach profusely, I picked her up and put her head in my lap, I then felt Sam and Dad running towards us.

“De it hurts a lot ” she cried
“Shhhh sweetheart, don’t worry everything is going to be okay you are going to live and we are going to talk about cutting Sammy’s hair in sleep and well pranking people and making them annoyed”

My sister shook her head and coughed and I saw the blood trickle out of her mouth so I wiped it away with my thumb
“ I am not going to make it, I know it” she croaked
“No y/n/n don’t you dare say that ”, Sam said in a crying voice “ you our baby sister we need to here, I love you so much”
“You heard Sam sweetheart, you can’t go we need you here:

But she ignored us and then asked in a croaked voice
“Was I a good sister? ”
And then both me and Sam just broke, both of us had tears running down our check so we each grabbed her hand I said

“oh yes sweetie, you are amazing sister and I love you so so so much” I then looked at my dad who was standing with an emotionless expression. Y/n looked at all of us “ I love you. ALL OF you I am going to miss you and I am glad I saved you dean”

Saying this my baby sister took her last breaths and then her head just fell sideways, he beautiful eyes were now not looking at anything.
So I put an arm around Sam and pulled him close and cradled my baby sister in my other arm. Oh god I will never see her smile, never kiss her while she was sleeping, never see her taking care of us, never take care of her she is just gone.

My father then came next to us and said “I am sorry baby girl please come back”

And at that time all we wanted was our little baby sister to come back but I knew she wouldn’t listen because she can’t, thinking about this we cried and screamed at the sky above us.

@winchesters-favorite-girl @u-snavi @dreamin-of-somewhere-else @blacktithe7

@straightasdeanwinchester @percussiongirl2017 @peachwizard @spnsisimagines @nickiwinchester97
Please Have Respect

I’ve come across several posts concerning @annapantsu and @power-of-innocence and their Heathers Online Musical blog ( @heathers-online ). I see in the little chat bubbles that there are some very negative comments. You do realize that these two young individuals are putting an entire broadway musical, ONLINE, which costs so much money I’m sure for equipment and licenses and the such, right? Not only the money BUT THE TIME PEOPLE. Just please be respectful with your questions and comments. For me, an outsider looking in, it was truly irritating to read. I can’t imagine how they feel. Also, calm down with the questions. I’m not saying to not have them, but just know they will get to you and your concerns. If they don’t answer you, maybe just reread the FAQ, Archives, and Google Doc. If it still doesn’t answer your question, then just be patient. Please. Just have some basic respect for what these brilliant people are doing. They sure as hell did not have to bring us all together, but they did. They’re doing it and I admire them for it. 

P.S. If you don’t get the part, don’t get discouraged. It’s not a jab at you. It doesn’t mean you’re not talented or good enough. You are good enough! And you know that in the first place because you auditioned! Who knows something amazing could be coming your way and you don’t even know it. Just keep your head held high and smile. Keep working towards your dreams and don’t have any negativity towards those that do get the opportunity. All love.

The Arrangement  (pt 8)

The next few weeks were truly the happiest you had been in a long, long time. You were falling more in love with Jimin as each day passed by and he never hesitated to tell you that he too felt the same. 

You two were practically inseperable. He would even come surprise you at work for lunch every now and then and he loved the way your face lit up when he walked through your office door with lunch in hand. 

One day, you heard a knock on your door a few minutes before lunch and you smiled, guessing it was your loving husband. But to your surprise, it was your father and another male behind him who you recognized as Taehyung, one of Jimin’s best friends.

“Appa, hi!” you squealed as you got out of your chair and practically ran to hug your father. 

“Hi Y/N” he chuckles. 

“Hello Taehyung!” you say to Taehyung as he flashes you a smile. “Both of you, come sit!”

After sitting down on the couches in your office, you suddenly wonder why Taehyung was there in the first place. You had seen him a few times after the wedding and Jimin had told you that he was one of his closest friends, but you didn’t really know much else about Taehyung, other than the fact that his family was also into a similar business.

“Y/N, you’re probably wondering why I’ve brough Taehyung here today” your father says as you nod your head. “Our companies will be starting a new project this week. I’ve sent the details to your email just recently but I would like if you could take this project on in my place dear. Taehyung’s father would like for him to lead the project as well” he said.

“Oh, I think I just opened up that email. Don’t worry appa, whatever project it is, I’m sure me and Taehyung can handle it” you say confidently. This wasn’t the first time your father had thrown a project out of the blue for you, but you loved the challenge and always exceeded his expectations. He was confident in handing over the entire business to you.

“Yes sir, like Y/N said, I’m confident that we can succeed in this project. This will be great for both our companies” Taehyung said.

“I’m really glad to hear it, kids. We’re leaving this entire thing to you both, so need to get our approval for anything, ok? With that said, Y/N, Taehyung will be temporarily working here in this building with some of his staff for the duration of this project. However long it takes for you finish.” your father said.

“Oh of course, that will make things easier! We have more than enough space for you, Taehyung” you say with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having us!” Taehyung said.


When Jimin found out that you and Tae were going to be working on a new project at work, he was happy. Two very important in his life were getting the chance to know eachother. He was trying to figure out a way to get you and his friends to hang out more and maybe even get introduced to your friends, but there wasn’t really much time. Plus, he wanted you all to himself.

Unfortunately though, this project was just extra work for both you and Tae on top of the work you normally had, so you spent more and more time at work. Jimin would often come home to an empty house which would remain empty for a few hours. You would walk in, tired from a long day and he missed spending time with you. 

You too had missed coming home on time and spending time with Jimin. He woud still surprise you with lunch every now and then, but Taehyung was also there too. But things were going really well you thought. You were having fun with this project and Taehyung was fun to work with. He told you lots of stories about Jimin and that always put a smile on your face. And you thought you relationship with Jimin was getting stronger despite not seeing eachother as much. You even celebrated your first anniversary together. One year ago, you would have disregarded this day and cursed it. But your anniversary now actually meant something to the both of you. 


One Saturday morning, you woke up to an empty bed. Usually you woke up in Jimins arms, but he was no where to be seen. You quickly got out of bed to head to the bathroom, but you suddenly felt dizzy and had to steady yourself. You thought nothing of it and freshened up in the bathroom before heading out to find you husband. You had walked out of your shared room only to find Jimin cooking away in the kitchen. 

You stood there, just watching him as he stuggled to make whatever it was he was trying to make. Jimin looked up to find you with a big smile on your face. “Morning wifey! I’m making us breakfast! Did I wake you? I’m sorry. I’m not entirely done, but look I finished the stew!” he said as he walked to the table which was mostly set. You walked closer and to be honest, you were quite impressed. 

Jimin opened the lid to the stew and that’s when it all hit you at once. The smell from all the food overwhelmed you and you threw your hands to cover your mouth as you ran to the bathroom. Jimin got scared when he saw you run out of the kitchen. Was the food that bad? He ran after you seconds later and he found you on the bathroom floor, throwing up into the toilet. He held your hair up and he felt so bad. He didn’t mean for you to throw up. He even tried the food and he thought it tasted somewhat decent. “Sweetheart I’m so sorry, I didn’t think the food was that bad” he said.

Despite leaning over the toilet, you couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was being. You knew it wasn’t because of the food. “Sweets, can you please hand me my phone?” you say, as you flush the toilet, feeling somewhat better. Jimin runs out and returns a few seconds later with a water bottle and phone in hand. You immediately open up your period tracker and to your surprise you’re…almost 3 weeks late. You were surprised to say the least. You had just been so busy these last few weeks that you didn’t even realize. 

Jimin peaks over your shoulder and soon, he too registers what you were looking at. He immediately opened one of the bathroom drawers and shoves a box of pregnancy tests into your hands.

“What the hell? Where’d you get these from?” you ask in disbelief.

“I just figured we would need it at some point in the future so I picked it up a few weeks ago. Thats not important though, just do it already!” he says, excitedly. He walks out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him. “I’ll be right outside Y/N! Take your time” he says. 

Jimins mind started to race. You two had been married for about a little over a year now, and he really just liked the way his life was right now. Did you both even have time for a kid? But at the same time, the thought of having mini you’s or mini hims around the house, his heart swelled. As for you, you knew you always wanted to be a mother. You loved kids and have wanted one for youself when the time came. But was this the time? You and Jimin had discussed having kids, but for the future. Although you felt like it was soon, you couldn’t help but tear up when you thought about holding a baby of your own in your arms. 

Jimin paced around the bathroom door for what felt like hours. He was practically shaking from anticipation. He ran his hands through his hair nervously and tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down. As he paced, he heard the door open behind him. He had never turned around so quickly in his life. He looked at you wide eyed, trying to find the answer in your eyes. You eyes were slightly glazed and he noticed you had not one, but three tests in your hands. 

“I’m…I’m pregnant” you say as a tear falls from your eyes and you smile. Jimin just stares at you for a moment, letting your announcement sink in. And once it does, he practically runs to you and pulls you into a tight hug as he spins you around. 

You both are laughing and giggling and crying all at once. He places you down and kisses you tenderly. “Y/N, you have no idea how happy I am right now” he says. 

“So, we’re doing this? We’re going to be parents?” you ask, smiling through the tears. 

“We’re going to be parents” he confirms, as he kisses you again


A few weeks after you took the test, you also confirmed it with a doctor and she set your mind at ease when she said the baby seemed healthy so far. Soon after, you and Jimin went to the store and bough 2 pairs of baby shoes and gifted them to your parents, who were more than happy that they all practically cried. 

However, the media had found out about your little trip to the store and soon picture were leaked with you and baby shoes in hand. You had no choice but to confirm the news and urged the media to give you your space for the duration of the pregnancy. Soon, it seemed like the whole country was congratulating you. 


You walked into work the following Monday when a bouqet of flowers was quite literally shoved into your face as you entered your office. You grabbed onto the flowers and peaked behind them to see Taehyung behind them. 

“CONGRATS Y/N!” he practically yells.

“oh my gosh, tae you scared me! Thank you, these are gorgeous” you say as you look at the flowers. Over the course of the project, you and Taehyung had got quite close and even resorted to nicknames.

“How far along are you? Is it a boy or girl? I’m the godfather right? of course I am.” he said, excitedly. “omg is it kicking already?”

“Kim Taehyung, I’m going to need you to calm down a little. I’m only about 2 months in. The baby is probably the size of a peanut and so no, I don’t know whether or not it’s a boy or girl. And we can talk godfather much, much later” you say as you walk to your desk. You don’t have to see him to know that he’s frowning. 

“But Tae, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something” you say as he sits down as well. “Jimin’s birthday is coming up and I wanted to plan a surprise party for him. Do you think you can help me coordinate things?” you ask. 

You had wanted to do something nice for your husband for his birthday since you couldn’t do anything for his last birthday. You had already found his gift, but you needed help with the party details. 

“Of course I’ll help. He’s my best friend!” he exclaims. 

So instead of work that day, you and taehyung sit and plan for a party two months away. 


Jimin knew something was going on. He noticed how you would fumble around, closing your browser when he was nearby. How you would hide your phone and eventually changed the passcode. But he knew who the texts were from. 

He noticed when sometimes you and taehyung would skip lunch to go do “business”. He noticed the secret glances you two shared whenever Taehyung was invited over. 

On one day that you claimed to be working late, Jimin was incredibly bored. He had invited Yoongi over to a local bar, but he ended up getting there early. The bar was one that he had frequented over the years. Jimin honestly just wanted to spend some time with you. Hell, he was just worried that you were over working yourself. And with the baby on the way? You should be working less!

As he drowned in his thoughts, he felt an arm slide up his back. It sent a shiver down his spine and he turned the face a unfortunate familiar face. “Jiah, what are you doing here?” he says, not even smiling. 

“oh come on minnie, we would come here often when we dated. I like this place too, you know” she said with a smirk on her face as she sat on in the seat next to you. 

“what do you want Jiah” Jimin said as he tried not to roll his eyes at his ex.

“Nothing. I’m just enjoying my evening” she said. “Shouldn’t you be spending time with the mom-to-be?” she asked, dryly. “oh wait, she’s out spending time with your best friend. Taehyung, was it?” she asked.

“How’d you know?” Jimin asks, suddenly annoyed.

“Those two frequent the mall I work at. They’re there at least once or twice a week. Oh…you didn’t know? Don’t tell me she’s out with him now? Oh right, this marriage was arranged right? It’s not like she’s obligated to love you, she’s free to love who she pleases. She has such a big smile around Taehyung. You know, that means you’re obligated to love whoever you want as well, Jimin” she says as she runs a finger along the outline of his face before she gets up and leaves. 

Yoongi walks in right at that moment, watching as Jiah walks out of the bar. “Hey, was that who I think it was? What the hell was she doing here? Did she sprout more nonsense?” Yoongi asks Jimin, sitting on the same seat that Jiah had just occupied. 

“What? no, she was just saying hi” Jimin said, not reallly paying attention. Because it had happened. The seed of doubt had been planted. 


The days turned into weeks and that seed of doubt was growing at full speed. Hell, it was practically a forest at this point. Jimin had started to increasingly doubt you, but you failed to notice. You were either busy with work, planning the party, or doctors appointments. 

Jimin wanted to believe you. He wanted so much to believe that you wouldn’t cheat on him. But literally everything seemd to prove that you were. He can’t remember the last time you two shared any physical affection and it seemed like you didn’t even care. The only time you put out for him was during your doctors appointments. 

So when you had suggested meeting for dinner at his favorite restaurant for his birthday, he agreed in a flash. He thought that maybe this dryspell would end and you two could go back to being normal. 

He had picked you up directly from work as per your orders and soon enough, you were sitting at one of the restaurants. He missed having alone time with you like this. 

“Happy Birthday, baby” you cooed as the waiter left after taking your order. It was crazy how much you could make his heart race with just those simple words. 

“Thank you, Y/N. Where’s my gift?” he asked, jokingly. You had blushed and stuttered a little. “It’s actually at home! I thought we could open it together later?” you asked. 

“Of course baby. You know you didn’t have to get me anything right?” he said with a warm smile. 

“I don’t care, I think you’ll really like it” you say. “Just try to gu-” you started, but were interrupted with a text. You grab your phone and as you read the text, you smile. You quickly type a reply and place the phone back on the table, smile still plastered on your face.

And just like that, the evening continued. Throughout dinner, your phone would buzz with texts and you always answered, even if you were interrupting Jimin in the middle of a conversation. You knew it was rude, but Taehyung was currently at home with some other people decorating the house and he kept asking you questions. You couldnt’ help but smile when thinking about how surprised Jimin was going to be. 

After you finished eating, you excused yourself to the bathroom, leaving your phone behind. Jimin was growing increasingly frustrated with you as you seemed to always be on your phone. Your phone buzzed again and Jimin wanted to take your phone and chuck it across the restaurant. Who the hell was texting you so much? He grabbed your phone and your phone lit up to the home screen.

Taehyung: Don’t worry Y/N, he won’t find out our secret


The car ride back home was very silent. The second you returned back to the table, you noticed the change in mood from Jimin. You were extremely uncomfortable with the silence and you wanted to lift his mood before his surprise party. As you pulled into your neighborhood, you gently placed your hands on Jimin’s hands that was on his lap and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Sweets, are you ok?” you ask, finally breaking the silence. 

But much to your surprise, he pushes your hand off. You were hurt to say the least. By now, Jimin had pulled into your garage. “Jimin.. “ you started.

“Just save it” he all but sneers at you. 

“Jimin.. what’s wrong?” you ask, extremely worried.

“JUST SHUT UP Y/N” he yells at you and you are genuinely scared. You shudder in fear. 

“B-Baby, what is it” you try again after a few moments. 

“I know about you and Taehyung” he says, moments later, anger clearly laced in his tone. 

“What?” you ask, confused. 

“Oh cut the act Y/N, I’m not stupid. Of all people to cheat on me with, it had to be with my best friend?” he says with venom in his voice. If looks could kill, you would be dead at the moment. 

“Baby, I think you’re misunderstanding something. I’m not cheating on you sweets” you say with a small smile, finally realizing why he was so upset. You try to grab his hand again but he pulls his hands away. 

“Don’t even pretend, you slut” he says, silentely, but loud enough for you to hear. You feel your heart start to crack.

“Jimin, calm down. I’m telling you the truth. And watch your words Jimin, don’t say something you will regret.” you warn.

“Regret? The only thing I regret is marrying you” he says. 

“Jim-” you try again but he interrupts you with one final blow. 

“Is the child even mine, Y/n?” 


A/N: OKAY SO i’ve been mia for like months now and I’m so incredibly sorry. Here is part 8. 
Please request for part 9~ AND PLS give me feedback!

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7