why are you even allowed

Bts Reaction to Their S/o Covering Themselves because of Insecurity!

Seokjin would be stunned as your hands wrapped round your hips to cover them, he would take your face into his palms and bring your gaze up to meet his before telling you how beautiful and perfect you are; reassuring you of how your hips are one of his favourite things about you.

“You’re gorgeous, the effect you have on me is ridiculous. You really have me under your thumb; one swing of your beautiful hips and I would do anything, so use your power!”

When you began to cover your thighs to stop Yoongi from viewing them he would sigh deeply and pull you into a tight hug so as to give him an extra couple seconds of thinking time to work out how to make you feel better. After breaking the hug he would firmly put his hands under your thighs, picking you up by them and leaning you against him as he talked to you.

“You know I think you’re perfect, your thighs are alluring and gorgeous. All I want is you to love them as much as I do.”

Hoseok would begin to blame himself the second you tried to cover your stomach with your hands, had he not been praising you enough? He would look like a kicked puppy for a second before remembering that he needs to cheer you up, he would put that aside before removing your hands and bending down to you stomach level. He would place soft, sweet kisses leading from your stomach all the way up to your lips.

“You’re so beautiful. All of you… is so beautiful”

Namjoon would be so caught up in the moment that it would take him a second or two to realise that you were looking at the floor and covering your thighs with crossed arms. He would bite his lip in sadness, why couldn’t you see what he saw because if you did you would love yourself too. He would sit you down on the bed across from him and talk to you, wanting to convince you of your perfect body.

“I could write hundreds of songs but I could never explain how beautiful you really are; they could never compare to the person sitting in front of me right now”

You had helped Jimin become more confident in his body by praising him and telling him how much you love him every single day but he would realise in the moment that your palms moved to hide your hips that he hadn’t been doing the same. He would put his hand on his hip and pull at the thin sheet of skin that laced over the bone and show you that everyone had padding there.

“You tell me how amazing you think I am all the time even when I have this so why can’t you allow yourself to have the same padding on your gorgeous hips, it makes my hands fit even more perfectly?” 

You couldn’t bring yourself to even look at Taehyung once the clothes has come off, you held your stomach in protection, wanting to hide from his gaze. He on the other hand couldn’t see a single flaw that you thought you had and the fact that you saw the most beautiful things about you as ugly. He would tackle you onto the bed tickling you and screaming praise at the top of his lungs as the loving and loud person he is. 

“Admit you’re perfect. Admit that you’re the most gorgeous person ever or I won’t stop tickling you.”

Jungkook would understand you feelings of insecurity because he used to be less confident than he is now but he has fought and become a stronger person so he would know exactly what to do when he saw you hiding your hips in your hands. He knew is was a long process to gain confidence so he would start slow, by telling you he understands what you feel.

“I know its hard to love yourself but just know that I’m here for you and I think that you are beautiful, every single bit of you is gorgeous. I promise I will help you learn to love yourself.”

A request from an anon <3

I have a LOT of requests in so it will take a while for any that have been submitted but I’m not going to close my submissions or asks because I always like new material to work on :)

-Aylee x

Shitty responses in discourse posts that we should stop using

-“Google is free”
-“I would reply but you’re just so stupid that I won’t even waste my sources on you”
-“I would reply but I can’t be bothered to do it, I don’t feel well”
-“oh hun…”
-“[insert irrelevant ad hominem attack]”
-“Ok but OP is ___ why are you even bothering”
-“You’re not allowed to talk about this issue because you’re not [minority group or woman]

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honestly, i really dont get why people think whatever happened between even and mikael (and yousef) would affect anything between isak and even? like obviously youre allowed to have your own theories and think what you think! but even IF even and mikael (or yousef) were a romantic/sexual thing in the past, why would that affect isak and even? that happened way before even even knew isak existed? it just doesnt really make sense, does it?

Surprise - Spock

Requested by anonymous.

You awoke to shuffling on the other side of the room. You smiled and rolled over to see Spock getting ready for the day, looking over at you as he got dressed.

“Morning,” you said sleepily. He smiled at you as he fixed his shirt. 

“Good morning.”

“What time is it?”

“Late,” Spock said, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “You overslept. Again.”

“I’ll be fine,” you said, sitting up in bed. You crawled across the covers and wrapped your arms around Spock, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I wouldn’t have overslept if you hadn’t kept me up all night.”

“I didn’t hear any complaining,” Spock said, a small smirk growing on his face.

“No,” you said, standing up. “You’re right. But you’re wrong about one thing, I’m not going to be late.”

“Why not?”

“Because even if I am, my husband won’t rat me out,” you said, pulling your blue dress over your shoulders. “No matter how much he cares about following rules.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he said, walking towards you, wrapping his arm around your waist. You leaned up and kissed his lips passionately, a little reminder of the night before.

“You better get going,” you said, looking over at the clock. “I promise I won’t be late.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon,” Spock said, smiling at you. 

“Y/N, I was beginning to think you abandoned me,” Jim said, spinning around in his chair. You smiled and stood next to him.

“I could never abandon you. What’s going on?”

“Well, we just sent Spock down to meet with the ambassador of the planet.” You took a breath and looked down at the tablet in your hand, trying to watch Spock’s movement.

“Ya know, you look especially beautiful today,” Jim said. You looked up from the tablet and he winked at you.

“Thanks, captain.”

“It takes away from the fact that you were late this morning.” You bumped your hip against his chair and bit back a smile. “Don’t worry, I don’t care.”

“Thanks, Jim.”

“Yeah, you can make it up by going on a date with me,” he said. 

“I can what?!” you asked as the tablet beeped. You looked down and saw a message from a member of the team that went down to the planet. 

“I mean, I do have a pretty good reput-”

“Jim, shut up!” You tapped the pad until the video message appeared on the big screen. You adjusted some controls until the picture came through.

“Chekov,” Jim said, turning his attention away from you and towards the screen. 

“Allo, captin,” he said with a smile.

“What’s going on?”

“We were meeting with the ambassador when there was incoming fire from a hidden Romulan ship. We have neutralized the situation and taken care of the foreign ambassadors.”

“Is everyone alright?” you asked, stepping into the frame.

“Mr. Spock took a hit to his side, but everyone else is okay.”

“Send him up,” you said immediately. Jim looked at you curiously but nodded.

“I agree with Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll send word to Scotty and he’ll beam you up. Thanks, Chekov.”

“You’re welcome, captin.” Jim flipped a few more controls and turned off the screen.

“Okay, so I’ll go down to Scotty,” you said, halfway towards the door. Jim laughed and followed you, grabbing onto your arm.

“No, I’ll go see Scotty. You head down to Med Bay and get Bones prepped.” You nodded and looked down. Jim’s hands moved up to your shoulders and made you look at him.

“Hey, he’s gonna be okay.”

“I know, I know,” you said, clearing your thoughts. “Thanks, Jim.”

“Of course. And to repay me-”

“I’m not going on a date with you!” you said, stepping into the elevator. 

“Why not?!” Jim asked as the doors closed. You smiled to yourself and waited patiently until the doors opened on the Med Bay floor. As soon as they slid open, you sped down the hallway. You burst into the white facility and walked towards Nurse Chapel.

“Y/N. What are you doing down here?” she asked.

“Where’s Leonard?”

“He’s in his office. Are you okay?”

“Not really. Thanks,” you said, walking away from the nurse who was giving you a suspicious look. You knocked on Leonard’s office door frantically until he opened up.

“Dear god, woman, what’s wrong?”


“Yes, Spock is usually wrong but-”

“No, he was shot. Scotty is working on beaming him up.” Leonard’s eyes widened and he walked out of his office.

“Chapel, I need you to get surgery room one ready,” he said, slipping on a medical shirt and gloves. “Y/N,” he said, turning towards you.


“You need to get out of here.”

“What? Why?” 

“Only family is allowed during surgery.”

“Surgery? You haven’t even seen him yet.”

“Y/N, he got shot at, I’m gonna have to do surgery. And you can’t be here,” he repeated.

“Jim will be here!” you argued.

“Jim’s the captain.”

“I’m his wife!” Leonard stopped what he was doing and looked up at you. You made eye contact with him, realizing what you said.


“I’m his wife,” you repeated.

“Since when?” he asked, blinking repeatedly. You grabbed his arm and pulled him to a secluded corner.

“Since the academy.”

“And you’ve never told anyone?”

“No, because it’s not anyone else’s business. Please, keep it between the two of us.” Leonard sighed and folded his arms.

“Okay, fine. You can be there during surgery, but you’ll have to come up with an excuse for Jim.”

“Don’t worry, he’s been trying to ask me out all day,” you said as the doors to Med Bay opened. “He won’t mind if I’m there.”

You followed Leonard towards the commotion and saw Spock laying on a stretcher. There was blood seeping from his side and he looked up as you as they wheeled him in.

The smallest crack of a smile spread on his face as they rolled him along. You instinctively walked towards him but stopped when Jim stood in front of you.


“Hey,” you said, your eyes still following Spock.

“Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just wanna make sure that Spock’s okay.”

“Don’t worry, me too,” he said, touching your arms again. 

“I’m gonna watch the surgery,” you said, walking away from Jim and into the viewing room. Jim walked up next to you and crossed his arms. You nervously bit your nail as they started to prep him. 

“Y/N,” Jim said, bumping into you. “He’s gonna be okay.”

“I hope so.”

“Hey, how’s he doing?” you asked as soon as Leonard walked out of the surgery room. 

“He’s stable. We got the bullet out and he’s in recovery now.”

“Can I see him?” you asked. Jim looked at you strangely and smacked your arm.

“Give him some time, Y/N. He doesn’t need to get back to work right away.” You rolled your eyes and turned back to Leonard.

“Please.” He sighed and nodded.

“Just for a little while.”

“Thank you,” you said, rushing towards the door. It slid open and Spock turned to face you.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hey, how are you feeling,” you asked, running a hand through his hair. 

“I’m fine,” he said, moving your hand. You sighed, knowing that he was trying to keep up appearances. 

“I was worried about you,” you said just above a whisper. He took your hand in his and smiled at you.

“I’m fine,” he said again. 

“I told Leonard about us,” you blurted out.

“You did?” he asked, his face changing expression as little as it could.

“Yeah.” Spock opened his mouth to say something but closed it a moment later. His hand grabbed onto your chin and tilted your head up ever so slightly. 

“Good,” he said before bringing his lips to yours. You kissed him softly, something you had been wanting to do since you heard the news. When a thud sounded from the hall you pulled away. 

The door opened and Jim walked in with his mouth opened. You turned to look at him and tried to say something but Spock spoke first.

“Captain, I understand why you might be angry. It was unfair of Y/N and myself to hide our marriage from you.”

“Marriage?!” Jim asked, looking between the two of you. 

“Yes, Y/N is my wife,” Spock said. 

“So that’s why you wouldn’t go on a date with me,” Jim said.

“You asked Y/N out on a date?”

“Yes,” you said. “And yes, that’s why I wouldn’t go on a date with you.”

“That’s the only reason?” Spock asked with a smirk. You looked back on him and smiled.

“Of course it’s not,” you whispered. 

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Jim said, pulling your attention.

“No offense, Captain, but it’s not mandatory to tell you.”

“What Spock means,” you said, walking towards Jim and putting an arm around him. “Is that our personal lives are our own, and we’re sorry we didn’t tell you. But you know now.”

“Okay, okay, you’re lucky you got shot. I can’t be mad at someone who almost died.”

“I did not almost die.” You shushed Spock and walked back over to him.

“Thank you, Jim.”

“Yeah, just watch Spock and we can talk about this later. You can make it up to me by going on a date with me.” You and Spock both shot him a look and he smiled.

“Just kidding.” The doors closed behind him and you turned back to Spock.

“Jim and I are friends but I’m getting a feeling that I should punch him.” You raised your eyebrows and laughed at Spock.

“Don’t worry, Jim’s been asking me out for years, my heart only belongs to you,” you said, leaning up to kiss him. Spock pulled away with a smile before his face fell.

“For years?!”

nagging ; taeyong

Originally posted by teeuai

pairing: taeyong & you

genre: boyfriend!taeyong | affectionate drabble | fluff

credit: gif is not mine, credits to the original owner

your boyfriend loves nagging you, it’s not that you are complaining anyway;

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If I ever see another picture or read a story about a cat and a bearded dragon that are “best friends,” I might just throw up.

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I understand that you already wrote something similar to this so it's ok if you don't write this, but can you do a Lucifer x reader where reader is just an ordinary day-to-day human who is aware of how painfully average she is and has low self-esteem. She's attracted to Lucifer, but doesn't think he'd ever feel the same bc she's plain and boring so she distances herself from him. Lucifer of course notices and gets fed up with her constantly avoiding him and and confronts her about it.

A/N: I’m super sorry this took awhile! I wrote a couple of drafts up as I decided which way I wanted to go with this. Finally I liked this outcome the most. I always entertain the idea that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder’ we may think ourselves average/boring/etc, but to others, we’re everything they could want or hope to be. ♥ You’re a beautiful person regardless of what you think of yourself


He visits you in your dreams at first, curious as to why you hadn’t come home, concerned even. You laugh the thought off because Lucifer being worried for you was more than any dream could actually give you. Squashing down the longing and guilt because what could you offer Lucifer? Nothing. You had nothing to give him, except allowing him to stay in your house - but that wasn’t worth noting because he could have just taken it.

You had nothing interesting to give, nothing special and nothing unique about you to offer up to someone like him. He was an Angel and you.. You were average at best, average grades in college, average family, friends. Nothing really stuck out and screamed this separates me from the rest and that was something you struggled with, daily. Overlooked in class, teachers forgetting your name while they remembered others, you blended in with the background and that wasn’t even a talent. You didn’t want to be another piece in the background, you wanted to be special - stand out, but God had dealt you an average life and no matter how much you tried to change it never made a difference.

You were destined to be the background character for someone else’s story, never the lead of your own.

It hurt to think about sometimes, especially the more you thought about how delusional you had been in thinking that Lucifer would want something like you. You, who had only recently learned that Angels and Demons actually existed, that God was very much alive and Lucifer was very real, and just as beautiful as all the scriptures made him out to be. He had only come to your house because you were average at best, easily overlooked and the perfect place to hide away from prying ‘hunters’ who were on the look out for him.

You had indulged in the idea that you had stood out to him, but the longer time went on and the more you had stood beside him the more you realized how wrong you were. He chose you because of how easily forgotten you were, it was hard to suspect someone who blended in so easily to the background. Even in dreams the thoughts bring the sting of tears to your eyes, and you press the palms of your hands up against your eyes with a shuddering breath.

You know he arrives when the hard concrete beneath you changes into grass, and the cold air turns into a warm summer breeze. The warmth of the sun against your back and you peel your hands away from your face, ignoring the fact that your eyes are probably red along with your nose. You had never been a elegant or attractive crier.

“You’re avoiding me, and starting to hurt my feelings.” He says quietly, his fingers pressed together as he slowly makes his way up the hill he had placed you on. The blue sky casts a halo of bright white clouds around his head as he stands at the edge of your hill he’s placed you on and a forced laugh crosses your lips.

Drawing your knees up to your chest you wrap your arms around your legs, curling into yourself as if hiding your vulnerability. But that was a laughable thought, if he really wanted to know, no amount of curling into yourself would stop him.

“I am not, I’ve been busy with classes and exams.” You lie smoothly, a lie you’ve told your parents when you didn’t want to come home or a lie you’ve told friends when you didn’t want to hang out.

“I haven’t been alive longer than the entire human race to fall for such a lie,” He says casually and you skirt your eyes away from him, lacing your fingers together tightly until your knuckles are white.

“It’s not polite to invade my dreams,” You try to change the subject and Lucifer only stares at you with a bemused expression on his face.

“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t avoiding me.”

You didn’t want to argue that you weren’t avoiding him because you were and he was right, you couldn’t lie to him and get away with it. But you didn’t want to face the truth, because you were still trying to come to terms with it - that you weren’t anything special to him. You were the average girl he’d leave behind once he no longer needed a spot to hide away in, not that he needed to hide.

A frustrated groan mixed with another sting of tears against your eyes and you untangle your fingers and thread them through your hair, tugging on the strands. It hurt to think about and you didn’t want to deal with your feelings - your inability to cope with the fact that Lucifer would never care about you, you were too average for that.

“[Name],” His voice is quiet, tilting his head down a fraction to look at you but you’re unwilling to meet his gaze.

This was still your dream and his visits had made you aware of how easy it was to manipulate them to get away. You didn’t want to face the truth, not right now.

“I have to go.” Your voice cracks, and Lucifer twitches, ready to stop you but the dream melts away and you wake up on the floor in your friend’s bedroom. A shuddering breath as you wipe away the stray tears with the palms of your hands, hoping you hadn’t made any noise in your sleep. Lucifer commented once or twice that occasionally you would mutter in your sleep, incoherent but things that bothered you that you were trying to work out.

The morning goes by quickly, quizzing yourself on the way to campus for the exams you have. The pencil feels heavy and so do your eyelids, the words on the test fill your head with cotton and you’re frustrated and exhausted all at the same time. So when the letters on your exam paper start to move around you blame it on your exhaustion and rub at your eyes, but they’re still moving.

Look up.

Your gaze slowly drags up and it’s only then that you notice the entire room is completely silent, no one is moving and your gaze falls on Lucifer standing in the front of the room. He doesn’t look pleased to say the least, and your stomach clenches and there’s a thousand lies on your tongue that you swallow down.

“What are you doing here?”

“Well you don’t give me any time to talk anywhere else.” He’s pressing his fingers together in the familiar fashion as he slowly makes his way up the aisle of desks toward yours. “Are you going to tell me why you are avoiding me?”

You didn’t want to deal with this, not now, not today but he wasn’t giving you an option. The familiar sting against your eyes lets you know that they’re slowly turning red and you drop your pencil to rub at your face stubbornly. Your nose burns, your eyes burn, your chest hurts and the anxious butterflies manage to tie down your tongue.

But he waits.

“I-I don’t,” Your voice and lips tremble, and you fight back the tears that threaten to spill as you try to get how you feel out. But it’s not something you do, not something you’re used to. You’re the one in the background, keeping everything to yourself because you just didn’t quite fit in anywhere enough to express them. “Why do you even care?” You finally turn to look at him, the corners of your lips twitching down against your will.

It’s easier to just ask him, to accuse him, to throw the blame all at his face and though he knows that’s exactly what you’re doing he takes a seat on the edge of your desk. There’s no anger on his face, nothing like you were expecting - after all why would he give someone as average as you the time of day? Or allow you to accuse him?

“Why do you even want me around? I’m- I’m-” You inhale sharply and look away, glaring at the front of the room. “I’m just.. A nobody, nothing special. Not some.. Some.. hunter or demon, or angel. I’m one of the things you hate so- I don’t. Why?”

It spills past your lips and the tears make their way down your cheeks and you rub them away furiously. Clenching your teeth together because goddammit why did he have to come around and make everything complicated? Why did he come into your life if all he was going to do was make you aware of how small you were, insignificant and how much you felt you didn’t fit in.

He sighs and shifts on your desk, you glance up at him and he’s looking up at the ceiling with his hands folded in his lap.

“You humans are so emotional.”

If he was going to berate you, then you didn’t want to hear it. You had enough torture of being in love with him and knowing he didn’t love you back, but to hear him berate you? It would hurt a little too much, but your body won’t respond when you want to get up and you shoot him a pained glare.

“You’ve done enough running away from me,” He keeps you rooted to your seat and your face scrunches up as you look away.

“If you’re just going to make fun of me I don’t want to hear it,” Your voice cracks and the tears drip down but you can’t move your hands to wipe them away, he’s got you frozen in place.

“You’re avoiding me because you think I care that you’re not something else?”

Your lips tremble and you bite down on your lower one, furrowing your eyebrows and looking away from him. The only comfort you have since you can’t escape the situation, he was kind enough to allow you to look away from him, it was something at least.

“I’m nothing.. I’m, I’m human. I’m not- I’m not even a good one,” You laugh bitterly and you desperately want to rub at your face but he’s still got you frozen. “I’m nobody special, I’m.. I’m average in life. I don’t, I can’t understand why you are hanging around. Why do you even care?”

“Who says you’re average?”

Your eyebrows furrow, and you grit your teeth.

“I am average, I have nothing unique-”

“Says who?”

You floundered for words, why did it matter who said it?

“It doesn’t matter-”

“Says who?”

“Me!” You ground out, frustrated because why did it matter who said it? It was the truth and it didn’t explain anything you wanted- no, needed to know.

His hands gently press up against your cheeks and you flinch but he’s careful, making you look up at him as his thumbs brush against the stray tears.

“You’re not average, you are humble. You don’t think you’re special but you’re modest. You don’t look down on others, you don’t get angry when you think someone else is prettier or better than you. You are what God created perfectly.”

A sob makes its way out and you clench your eyes tightly because you can’t bring yourself to look at him, because he’s lying and it hurts in the worst way. He hated humans, so why was he being so kind?

“You are not how you see yourself, how I see you. You think you’re average, the sidelines - I’ve heard how you think of yourself. You are the only thing holding yourself back of being the star of your story, you are not forcibly on the sidelines watching. You are waiting until you are strong enough to take the lead, and that in itself is beautiful.”

“You hate humans,” You blurt out, opening your eyes to see his amused expression.

“No, I hate that I was to love them more- to bow to them instead of my father. You are his creations, and you are his perfect one.”

You were always an ugly crier, the tears and snot threatening to slip out and he releases the hold on you. Allowing you to furiously wipe away at your face and curl into yourself, his hand brushing against the back of your neck as you bury your face into your hands. Soothing circles rubbed against the skin there as you hiccup into your hands.

“Are you going to keep avoiding me?”

You can’t bring yourself to look up at him so instead you shake your head back and forth and hear him sigh softly. His hands slipping beneath your chin to lift your head up and leave you stunned as his lips gently press against your own for the briefest of seconds.

“I’ll see you at home?” His forehead is against yours and you give a weak nod, sniffing once and he smiles softly. A beautiful smile that melts your heart before the rustle of feathers and he’s gone - the entire room moving once more and you look down at your exam. Too exhausted emotionally to really want to continue it - maybe you can feign illness and take a makeup later. To your surprise the answers are all filled out, and at the bottom the small moving text catches your eye.

You’re welcome.

A laugh slips past your lips and you quickly cover your mouth, standing up to hand in your completed exam.

You had someone waiting at home, after all.


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Pause - One Shot

Summary: Bucky interrupts your day to relax so you play a small joke on him and he retaliates in the fluffiest way possible.

Warnings: swearing, FLUUUUFFFFF

Word Count: 1267

A/N: This is a little gift for @denialanderror because you’re a dumdum and didn’t take the day for yourself like you should have! Since YOU wouldn’t do anything spontaneous and fun I wrote a silly little surprise one-shot for you. So there! You get at least one unexpected thing today. Also this is completely unedited, so try not to judge me if it’s terrible.

Originally posted by mcrvel

Lying half swallowed into the couch cushions, you had firmly planted yourself in front of the TV for a much-needed day of Netflix and nothing. It had been an incredibly long week and you wanted nothing more than to melt into the couch and forget everything about it with a Harry Potter marathon.

Nothing and no one would be permitted to drag you away or divert your attention back to the myriad of things on your to-do list. Which is exactly why you didn’t even bother to move to allow Bucky space to sit when he entered the room and tossed a Reese’s at you, motioning for you to make room for him. When you didn’t budge or look away from the movie, he haphazardly flopped down on the couch at your feet with his arm spread over the back cushions in your direction.

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Youth [Kyle Spencer x Reader]

Pairings: Pre-Death!Kyle Spencer x Reader

Warnings: I really want to say something dirty here but I won’t

A/N: I’m really sick right now and stuck in bed. Today, tomorrow, and probably the next day (Monday) I’ll be trying to pump out the stuff in my asks. It’s not my best though, sorry babes.

“can you do an imagine with pre death kyle and you meet at a frat party and it’s really cute” - Anon

As soon as you open the door, the smell of sweat and alcohol fill your senses. The loud music vibrates through the floors as your friend drags you into the house. Y/F/N is quickly pulled away from you by another girl, and some sort of drink is shoved in your hand by a boy you recognize as Archie Brenner. He was infamous for being a player, and was definitely someone you didn’t want to take anything from.

You sit the cup down on the table in the entry hall, quietly wandering forward. As you walk, something furry rubs against your leg. You look down, expecting to see the worst, but you’re relieved to see it’s just a cat. He stares at you, walking away. Shrugging, you follow.

Were you really following the frat cat? Was it even theirs? Why did they have a cat? Why were they even allowed to have a cat?

You push through the crowded hall, careful not to lose the animal. Before you know it, you’re in a quiet area in the back of the house. There were only three or four people in the small stairwell, and all of them were either too drunk or high to know their own names. Well, except for the redheaded girl. She looked like she had her wits.

“Yeah, I don’t like these parties that much, either. I only came because Y/F/N wants to get in Jay’s pants.” You smile, petting the cat. There was enough light in the room to see that he was dyed light purple. He let out a mewl, arching his back, sitting down on your knees. “What should we call you? I like Sammy.”

“Her name is Tara, actually.” A boy speaks up. You lift your head to look at him. “I’m K-.”

“Kyle Spencer, I know.” You laugh.

“She’s purple because… Well, I don’t know. It seemed like a good idea.” He laughs, sitting down next to you. He strokes the cat, newly recognized as Tara, and stays quiet. “Who are you here with?”

“Y/F/N L/N. She got some kind of flyer in her dorm and dragged me here.” You say, pulling the wrinkled piece of paper out of your purse. He unfolds it, carefully inspecting it. He mumbles under his breath, sighing.

“So, she wants to get with Jay?” Kyle smirks. “I could pull some strings.”

Tara purrs, walking away from the two of you. And honestly, that’s the last thing you remember. When you woke up, you were in a blue-sheeted bed, Kyle Spencer on the floor beside you. It didn’t take long for you to piece together the basics of what had happened, and that he didn’t take advantage of your drunken self, judging by your headache. That’s when you knew you liked him, and wanted to take things further.

Little did you know, he did too.


written for @surfacage‘s newest greatest Pokemon Go comicsome dialogue was borrowed (with permission). 

I personally view Blanche as gender-fluid, but for comprehension’s sake, Blanche was given the pronoun “her”.
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Something was wrong. He didn’t know for certain what, but something in the bottom of his gut was telling him he was needed.

Like a lightning bolt, Spark darted through the woods that surrounded the clearing of his gym on the high mountain. He knew its terrain better than any trainer under him and he quickly zipped through the trees, pulling a Pokéball from his hip just as the trees began to thin. 

“Pidgeotto, go!“ 

The great Pokémon appeared above him, its wings spread wide as it soared through the air, taking a moment to stretch its feathers. Spark kept his gaze ahead of him, his sights set on the approaching cliff and the magnificent view of the valley below. With one great leap of faith, he threw himself over the edge and for one adrenaline-pumping moment, he flew. But before he could begin his quick descent back to the unforgiving earth below, Pidgeotto streaked towards him and ducked under his fall, catching him with practiced grace on its back. 

With a clear view of the valley before him, Spark suddenly understood what had made him feel so anxious. The large, blue and white Tower of Mystic’s gym was engulfed in smoke. 


Without waiting for a command, Pidgeotto soared towards the once-glorious building at an impossible speed. Spark’s bright orange and yellow gloves protected his hands from the bite of cold air and his dark jacket billowed out around him as the large Pokémon circled the blue needle at the top of the tower. The once intricate and sparkling glass was now cracked and broken, and like silent birds of prey, they revolved around the needle until they found an opening they could dart into. Inside, Pidgeotto found a high perch to settle on to overlook the gym. 

A horrible feeling welled in Spark’s chest as his bright eyes took in the destruction below. Giant shards of glass from the supporting pillars and ceiling littered the gym and the once-flawless diamond floor now held spider web cracks that stretched across the entire length of the battle arena. The worse of the damage was in the center, where Blanche was lying unmoving with her Pokémon just as injured beside her. However, she was not alone.

Candela, the third major gym leader of the region, was beside her, but she was in no better shape. Her jacket was torn and the Flareon that never seemed to leave her side was sprawled on its side. This was no Pokémon Battle. This was an attack. 

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to see Team Rocket standing across from the pair with an army of Pokémon behind them. It was not the first time the infamous group had attempted to take one of them down in sake of destroying their gifted power; but this was on another level Spark had never seen before, and though the trio squabbled like siblings, there was anything one wouldn’t do to protect another. 

"Down,” Spark ordered.

Without hesitation, Pidgeotto sprang into action, its large wings flapping to life before they descended downwards towards the party. Team Rocket noticed his approach at the last second, but before they could ready an attack, Spark dropped to the floor as Pidgeotto used its large wings to send a biting gust of wind in their direction before it retreated once more to the high perch. 

“Spark!” Candela called. Her tone was equal parts surprised and relieved.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Now that he was closer, he could see the other gym leaders were better off than he first suspected but neither looked able to continue their fight. Blanche was sporting a rather nasty cut to her arm and Candela’s cheek was bruised. The injuries made his stomach twist in knots.

“Better late than never,” Candela smiled.

She gathered Blanche further into her arms as heavy-booted steps thumped behind him. He turned as a member of Team Rocket stepped forward, obviously presenting himself as the leader. Spark didn’t recognize him, but the smugness surrounding him was undeniable. “Well, look who decided to join us, boys. If it isn’t the baby of the Big Three.”

At the insult, Spark’s eyes narrowed dangerously. However, it was Candela that spoke first: “The Big Three.” Spark didn’t need to glance back at her to know there was a confident smirk etched into her face; he could hear it in her voice. “I think you forget that Spark earned his title, just as Blanche and I did.”

“There is more to a gym leader than power and ability,” Blanche added. “It is equal parts ambition, wisdom, and instinct.” Her voice was rough, but it still held the undertone of a confident, experienced trainer and leader.

Spark stood slowly as he adjusted the cuff of his gloves. The doubt was evident in the leader’s expression, but he merely faced him head on as the anger began to boil just under his skin. No one touched Blanche and Candela without answering to him.

“Team Leader? Don’t make me laugh.”

“I think you forget you’re standing in water,” Spark murmured. He could already feel the power of Zapdos spreading through him, like little pinpricks of lightning running through his veins, causing his body to vibrate with building power as his skin broke out into goosebumps. “And you know what electricity loves?”

Confusion rippled through Team Rocket, but he didn’t give them time to answer as the beat of wings reached his ears.


A monstrous clap of thunder reverberated through the air as a bright bolt of lightning blinded them. In a moment that seemed to last forever and yet only an instant, it was gone, leaving deafening silence in its wake as the three leaders found themselves alone once more. What remained of Team Rocket was nothing more than a giant hole in the glass doors of the Tower’s entryway.

Relaxing his stance, Spark scratched the back of his neck as he glanced back at the other leaders. “Sorry about the door, Blanche.”


G dragon Scenario #58 “More than just sex” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

“What’s wrong?” you were panting, trying to recover a little bit of air. Ji yong was also panting right above you. He was looking at you, but not at the same time, it was like if something was bothering him. “Ji yong?” you were so confused, and starting to feel a little bit worried.

What’s wrong with him? Did you do something wrong?

“Nothing” he smiled, and then he bends to kiss you again. You could feel his weight over you, not in an overwhelming way… it feels good, and it feels right.

You felt one with him as his hands started to caress every inch of your body, and his lips were taking care of yours. And they felt like… you don’t even know how to describe it, but they are sweet and addictive, really addictive. They were like a drug to you, and the way they move along with yours does not help at all. They always feel like a caress.

But then, in a few more seconds he stopped suddenly, just like before.

Ji yong sighed and then he throws himself onto the bed, right next to you. “Sorry” he says with a hand over his forehead.

“Did I…”

“No…” he moved his hand away and turns his face to look at you as you said that “… this is not because of you” and it wasn’t, he just had an awful day at work.

“Really?” your eyes were looking at the ceiling, avoiding his gaze. “Y/N look at me…” he says, and so you did “… this got nothing to do with you”

A hint of a smile shows on your face but quickly faded away as he says “If you want you can go now, I won’t be a great company tonight”

That cute smiled you had just a few seconds ago turned into an angry laugh… you felt like a slut. You felt like if he only wants you because of the sex. You felt use and not important.

You stood up, extremely offended, lifting your blouse from the floor. “Y/N…” Ji yong was looking at you. “I don’t want to hear you”

“Look I didn’t mean to…”

“No, you did, but its fine, after all…” you were buttoning up your blouse as quickly as possible, you just want to get out of there “… this is only sex, right?”

“Y/N…” actually it wasn’t. He does have feelings for you.

You two met at YG a few months ago.

You work there as an assistant, and, for a while you were only friends, but after the new year´s party you became more than that.

Seven months ago…

(God! I look so bad in this dress… what the fuck I was thinking when I chose this one?!) you were destroying at yourself in the elevator, checking out all of the things you don’t like about your body, especially in that tight dress.

And then, the doors opens and a guy was there.

“Hey” Ji yong says entering to the elevator. “Hi” you smiled, in the same way as always, just politely and nothing more. You knew who he was, who don’t? To be honest, and that’s why you couldn’t help but to feel awkward in his presence, even when he always acted so kind with you and all the people who works there. 

“Are you leaving?” he asked pressing a button.

“Yeah, it’s late” your eyes were looking up to the red numbers. “Yeah… you don’t want to worry him, right?” he says, looking at the numbers too. 

“Him?” you looked at Ji yong, who quickly turns to meet your gaze. “The boyfriend” he smiled.

“Yeah…” you started to laugh “… good thing I don’t have one”

His smiled got bigger “Yeah, good thing”

And that’s how you story with him started, after that day you two were inseparable.

You two became so close, and so quickly, it was insane. You two have a lot of things in common and the few things that you don’t agree with, are the things that made your “relationship” so unique.

That is why, even when the two of you agreed in have just a “friendly” type of relation, at the end both of you couldn’t help it but to fall in love with the other.

“See you later” you took your jacket, and then walked out of his room, grabbing your bag from the couch on your way to the entrance of his house. “Wait!” he was running behind you putting on his shirt, but you kept ignoring him, holding back your tears, cause you are a completely mess, you were sad and mad at the same time and on the same levels. You really just want to go and cry.

“Can you wait?!” he finally reached one of your arms making you turn to face him. “What?!” as you turned to Ji yong, you push him away from you.

“Why are you running away?” his grip does not allow you to move, even when you pushed him with all of your strength. “You said it, I should go”

“I didn’t mean that” he was honest. He simply did not want to ruin your day with his problems, and honestly, he felt like you wouldn’t even care, cause both of you agreed on that “It’s ok, you let it clear”

“Y/N why are you talking about?!” he says, completely frustrated with your behavior.

“Don’t worry, that’s all I am after all… a slut, your private slut or at least one of them” you were so hurt, and also the fact that you were a little bit drunk was affecting your emotions.

“A what?! That’s what you believe I think about you?!” now he was mad too. 

“Never mind, you were right, I should go now… maybe I will find another client on my way home” you smiled angrily.

“Stop this” he wasn’t raising his voice anymore, but the look on his face is harsh. He was mad, mad and confused. “That’s exactly what I’m doing, putting a stop, to this” you said, walking towards the entrance.

“Where are you going?!” he yelled at you. “Don’t pretend like you care!” you yelled back, and then you opened the door.

“Y/N I’m not going to follow you, comeback here!” he warns you. “Who is asking you?!” you crossed the door and then you leave. Breaking into tears as soon as you got to the elevator.

That night you barely sleep, you were so hurt and angry. It was the worst combination ever. But after a few hours your eyes, finally tired of the amount of tears they let go that night, shut, letting you get a few hours of rest before your alarm sounds.

It was early in the morning the next day, and it was a wednesday, which means that you won’t see him there. 

After a few months together you realized how perfectionist Ji yong actually is, even with his schedules. He was so easy to read.

You were working at your little office, just doing some of your paper work, when someone knocked at your door. “Come in” you said, without stop tapping at the keyboard and looking at your computer’s screen.

“Hi, are you busy?” Joon said. He was a cute guy from the finance department. “Kinda… like always” you joked. “I see…” he walks in “… I was thinking that… you know… maybe we can eat lunch together”

You smiled… he was a great guy. Smart and handsome, but for some reason the only guy who can make your heart beat fast, is the one for whom you are just another girl in his list of “easy girls”.

“It’s just that I have a lot of work to do…” no, you actually don’t have that much to do “…and I probably won’t even have time for lunch today” you were lying.

“Oh, I see…” he looks disappointed, but he was trying to hide it with a smile “… don’t worry” he started to walk out, making you feel like the meanest bitch in this world.

“Joon?…” you called him before he leaves “… why would you want me to go with you?

He looked kinda shocked at the beginning with that question, but then he smiled at you “Isn’t obvious?” he answered, making you smiled. You knew he likes you, ever since you got the job, cause he didn’t even bother to hide it.

If only Ji yong felt like Joon. If only Ji yong act like that.

“Ok” you answered. “Ok?” he said, confused.

“I will go with you” you stopped looking at him and then you started to tap again. He stood there for a few seconds without knowing what to say but with the biggest smiled on earth.

“Now leave …” you started to laugh “… I need to finish this”

Joon laughs along with you walking out of your office, and closing the door behind him.

After he left your smile disappeared, and you kept tapping like a robot but then, just a few seconds later, the sound of the door abruptly opening scared you. “Really?!” Ji yong says as he shuts the door. He heard everything, or at least, looks like it.

“What are you doing here?!” you said surprised.

“You can’t go with him!” he walks to your desk.

“Ha! Excuse me?!…” you stood up “… who the hell you think you are?!”

“Who am I?! Don’t pretend like you don’t know, cause yesterday…”

“I want you out of here” you interrupted him. “I won’t leave”

“Weren’t you the one who said that we shouldn’t talk here, that we needed to separate work from us?”

“I did, but tell me, weren’t you the one who agreed that we shouldn’t involve feelings? Because to me, yesterday, you…”

“Yesterday I was drunk” you cut him, again. “So why are you still mad?”

It was true, you agreed on that. You have no right to act like this… to be angry.

Ji yong got closer to the desk “Y/N, we need to talk…”

“We?! There is no we Ji yong, we are nothing!”


“Get out of my office” you said.

Tears welled in his eyes.

“Now” you meant it.

For a quick second you swore he was about to turned and leave but then he started to walk towards you.

“Don’t you dare” you stepped back, but there was no place to go, just the wall behind you. “Tell me why you are so mad with me?” he asked.

(Really?!) you couldn’t believe how stupid he was. Wasn’t it too obvious?

Yeah, you agreed on that before, but you fucked up, you involved yourself in this, you started to feel something and that something is love “Just leave me alone”

“I will…” he lied, there is no way he would let this go “… but first, I need you to tell me, why?”

You shocked your head, and crossed your arms, looking away, in an attempt to escape of him, at least with your eyes.

Ji yong knows why, but he wants you to say it “You are not… that… to me” he couldn’t say the word slut. He simply can’t put that word in the same sentence as the word “you”

Then why he treated you like that yesterday?

You didn’t answer.

“You are… different” for him was so hard to express himself. Ji yong wasn’t the type of guy who would say romantic things, he will show it to you, so this was really hard for him.

“Stop lying Ji yong” you didn’t believe him. “Why do you think I am?” he got closer to you.

Maybe deep down you don’t feel good enough for him to consider you more than just a body, cause deep down you know he didn’t mean to hurt you yesterday, maybe, you were just looking for an excuse to be mad, to have an excuse to leave before you got yourself more into this.

“Just leave” you said, starting to cry. “Y/N… please believe me”

You just stayed quiet.

Ji yong sighed “Fine! If this is what you want… fine!…” he started to make a few steps away from you “… I won’t disturb you anymore… but don’t lie at yourself, or he, because you know the one you love, is me”


Now he ignores you, walking away from you.

“You are so full of yourself!” you yelled at him angry cause sadly that’s the true. “No Y/N I’m just honest… not like you” he stopped and turned to see you.


“Just answer this… do you? Do you love me?”

“I can’t believe this…” you started to say, but then he started to walk towards you again. “Yes or no?” he was so close to you now. He placed a hand on the wall and his face was inches away from yours.

You couldn’t answer… or to be fair, you don’t want to.

“See… this is exactly what I was talking about. Every time I try to have a real conversation with you, you avoid it”

“And what about you?! You are such a hypocrite!” you were trying to defend yourself.


That was true… he did. He asked you to formalize your relationship and you said no. And not because you didn’t want it, but simply because you were so scared. You never felt like you deserve him and also because of his fans and all the hate you will get.

“I asked you, and what was your answer?… you said you didn’t feel the same for me, you said that we were fine just like that, without attachments and without compromises…”

Then, when you were about to answer the door opens… it was Joon. He forgot a binder.

“Oh! Sorry I didn’t…” he was so shocked to see Ji yong there.

“Get out” Ji yong says, as cold as ice, and with his eyes still on you. “I’m sorry I was…” Joon started.

“Now!” Ji yong raised his voice, now turning his face to him. 

Joon didn’t hesitate anymore, he closed the door and disappears.

“I believed you back then, but yesterday you showed me totally the opposite… so tell me, and I want the truth now Y/N…” he grabbed your chin in between his index and thumb and lifts your head “… what do you feel for me?”

“I…” you were about to say it, but then, what happened yesterday came to your mind “… why do you care? It won’t change anything”

“Just answer” he asked. “This is ridiculous”

“I know… and it is your fault, so answer, it was true? About what you said of this being just sex”

It took you a while to answer “Y/N?” his eyes kept looking for yours.

“No… it was not true… this… this is not only sex, at least not for me”

Ji yong finally smiled, just a little though “What makes you believe that it is for me? The only thing that I wanted and I want is to be with you”

“That’s not what you made me feel yesterday”

“Cause I thought you didn’t care for my problems” and he was right to believe that, after all, you rejected him. “But I do care” tears keep falling from your eyes.

Now he was smiling completely “Stop crying” he wiped your tears with his thumb, brushing away the ones that had fallen onto your cheek.

“I know I said that I didn’t want to get closer, and involve feelings but…” you couldn’t keep going. Clearly Ji yong wasn’t the only one with problems to express his feelings.

“Do you love me?” 

You swallowed and then, you nodded slowly. 

“Was it that hard?” he gaze at you, and then he kissed you.



I have compelling evidence you have captured Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, brainwashed them into believing they’re actors who don’t know each other, then forced them to play Steve and Bucky in a movie and you didn’t tell them the story is actually true. But you couldn’t erase muscle memory so you try to keep them apart as much as you can when there are cameras, so the world won’t find out how evil you are.

But I have evidence. E-V-I-D-E-N-C-E.



Requested: “Sleepy Shawn?”


“Shawn, babe, wake up.” You say, nudging your boyfriend.

He simply mumbles something incoherently and rolls over. You nudge him again, “Shawn you have to get up.”

“Five more minutes.”
“You said that five minutes ago. No more minutes, get up.”

He finally opens his eyes and rolls back closer to you. “You have a meeting in an hour. And it takes 45 minutes to get there.”

“But I just want to sleep.” Comes his reply, as he pulls you closer to himself.

“I know, and you can sleep after.”

“Can you come with me?” He asks, opening his eyes and looking at you.

“Why?” You ask confused. You probably won’t even be allowed to sit in the meeting, so you don’t really see the point of going.

“To keep me company on the drive?”

“If you get up right now, and get ready, I’ll come with you.” You offer.

He gets up immediately, and heads to the bathroom. You lay in bed as you hear the faucet turn on. After a few more seconds, Shawn calls, “You better get ready babe.”

He held up his end, you’ve got to hold up yours now. You hurriedly get ready because you don’t want to make him late for his meeting.

Shawn’s in the drivers seat, and you’re in the passenger seat. He yawns as he merges onto the freeway. “I need coffee.” He says. Once he’s safely on the freeway, he reaches for your hand, intertwining your fingers.

“I know, hopefully they have some there.” The drive passes quickly with lazy conversation. He seems slightly more awake by the time you arrive at the office, but you know he still needs his coffee. His meeting lasts two hours and you sit on the couch in the waiting room.

After the meeting, you make the drive back to Shawn’s place. When you get back, Shawn immediately changes into basketball shorts and takes off his shirt. You’re in the kitchen when he comes back down the stairs. “Babe, what are you doing?” He asks.

“What do you want to eat?” You ask in response instead of answering his question.

“It’s naptime.”

“We haven’t eaten yet today.”

“We had coffee. Come back to bed with me.”

“But food.”

“Sleep first,” he says, wrapping his arms around you. You hesitate, not sure whether to choose food or sleep. Shawn makes the decision for you because he picks you up and carries you up the stairs. He drops you into his bed and crawls in next to you immediately wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to him. You accept the fact that you’re going to sleep before you eat, and close your eyes. Not even three minutes later, you hear Shawn’s soft snores and you know he’s fast asleep.  

Good Enough (10)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

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(This was requested a long time ago. Sorry for it being so late!)

Jim Gordon was your older brother. But he also had guardianship over you. That meant not only was he super overprotective, but he always held all the power in making decisions for you.

Jim didn’t know you had a boyfriend. You weren’t allowed to date until you were eighteen. But there was something about Jerome that made you want to break the rules.

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