why do they all find it so peculiar that he speaks baby

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Bitter was the only taste you could feel on your tongue. Maybe it was the cheap wine that left such a rotten aftertaste, maybe it’s the way he paid so much attention to her over his own wife. Bitter wasn’t only what you tasted, but it was also what you felt. It’s harmless. He had whined when you confronted him about the new woman from C&R. She was.. Beautiful. Much more than you were– at least In your mind; you had thought so. Long silver hair that went past her shoulders and swayed at her lower back so gracefully. Ocean of blue was the only thing you could see inside her round wide eyes, and she was small too. Thin waist, long legs. A looker all around. But you know what was the most striking feature of them all?

She looked like his fucking cat.

He was interested in a woman that looked like his cat. His million dollar fur ball in human form. The thought was so mind boggling, but that’s Jumin for you.

You gripped your wine glass so tightly; it could’ve shattered at any moment. Of course you were jealous. Your husband was spending more time with his co-worker than he was his own goddamn wife. Who wouldn’t be?

They really never ‘flirted’ per say. He just seemed so.. intrigued, and curious about her; the one apparently named Eliza. God, even her name was so similar to Elizabeth. It drove you insane how much he talked about her now days, it bothered you so much. When you try to change the subject, it always floats back to her.

“ Why the pout kitten? ”
You groaned as a familiar red head snuck up behind your chair, scratching a finger underneath your chin just as one would do to a cat. He usually did that to you, and Jumin hated it. But what Jumin hates was the last thing you cared about right now.

You lazily lift your right hand off of the love-seat to point towards the duo who was chatting on together– looking ever so happy– as your left brought the half emptied wine glass up to your lips. The liquid went down hot seeing as you let it sit for so long, the temperature had gotten the better of it. This was your… Fourth? Yeah, Fourth glass of wine as of tonight. The leather chair squeaked as Seven plopped down– rather roughly, onto it. He groaned contently, the relief of being off his feet for the first time tonight was an amazing feeling. Dress shoes aren’t his thing, and now he remembers why.

“ Hm.. Is that the lady that he’s always talking about? The chick that looks like my lil’ baby Elly? ”
His eyes gleamed at the thought of the soft little kitty, but he quickly was pulled back to reality. He brought a finger up to his mouth in thought as he observed the two carefully– No touching each other yet, that’s good.. He said internally.

“ Yeah. ”
You answered curtly with a venomous tone, practically burning holes into the back of your husbands head– Praying maybe just maybe he’d turn because of it; see you alone with Seven and he’d kick into defensive mode, come swoop you up and take you back home to get you away from Luciel’s flirtations. Hell, you wouldn’t even mind that. Any kind of attention right now would feel good.

“ Awh– Is somebody jealous? ”
He batted his eyelashes annoyingly as he spoke with a baby voice– Of course you were jealous! How couldn’t you be? But you didn’t want to let the goof know his assumptions were truth; so you push his face softly away from yours, he pretends to have a knockback much stronger than what little force you used– it made you both chuckle together with soft smirks tugging at the corner of your lips.

“ It just.. sucks balls. ”
You used his lingo, much to his amusement. “ Sucks balls indeed. ”
Luciel mimicked you before sighing heavily after he commented, personally he found it quite annoying that Jumin hadn’t been paying attention to you. he would love to hang out with you all day. Be able to be with you the way Jumin can; Cat dad doesn’t know how good he has it.

“ It’s like i’m the side chick; You know? Agh.. And I know– It doesn’t seem like a romantic thing.. Jumin just wouldn’t do that… ”
You whisper the last part to yourself, however Luciel has keen hearing. He raised his brow in doubt as you continued on.

“ I wish he didn’t act like he found me boring now days.. ”
The ring on your finger clinked gently against the wine glass– catching your attention. Memories of how it used to be caused you to smile as you stared down at the large diamond your husband gave to you to propose.
Yes, Jumin still treated you good. You felt you didn’t have the right to complain; after all, he was a very loving husband. Maybe it was the controlling side you had deep down inside of you, or it could be you just don’t like how pretty that woman is– It’s aggravating not knowing why this whole thing bothers you so much. It just does.

Things have changed slightly, you’ve noticed. Late nights at the office had been getting even later; that was your first real concern. But with a nudge, you got Jaehee to hang around at work to see what on earth Jumin really does around there. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, he was indeed working– Which relieved you instantly. She assured you at work there was no flirtations, they just seemed like friends. Hell, everyone told you they just seemed like friends. Maybe you were exaggerating too much– But the pit in your stomach just wouldn’t go away.

“ I bet if I kissed you he wouldn’t find you ‘oh so boring’ anymore huh? ”
You raised a brow at his unexpected words, it was clear Seven had a peculiar interest in yourself but.. It wasn’t something that got in between your friendship. Luciel knew his limits. But that statement was quite bold; it caught your attention.
“ He’d probably permanently sew three– No, Four– body guards on you at all times if he knew I even laid a hand on you…. Agh! ” He threw his head back in frustration, causing you to smile softly. That was true; Jumin probably would pay much more attention to you if something like that were to happen, but you’d never. You could never. It just wasn’t right.

“ MC? ”
The low voice caused you to look upwards– Slowly at that, eyes following the soft pattern of that black suit you knew oh so well. A pair of dark black eyes meet your own, causing you to shiver. He always had that effect on you.

He was tugging on his cufflinks out of boredom, right away he noticed how close Luciel was towards you. It bothered him, and he had no problem voicing those concerns.
“ No. Leave space, at least enough to fit three Elizabeth the 3rds in between you.”
Jumin suddenly grabs your hips firmly–you have to bite your lip to keep from yelping– sliding your body across the leather couch to follow his rule.
Always have to leave space for the Elizabeths.
Both you and Seven roll your eyes at the so called ‘rule’ but Jumin looked quite pleased with himself.

“ You’re one to talk.. Where’s the three Elizabeth’s in between you and pretty girl over there huh? ”
Seven chimed in, You knew right away Jumin would brush it off like he always does– You sigh heavily to yourself. Staring into the dark liquid of your glass as the two start to bicker.

“ I did the math, there was 3.6 Elizabeth the 3rds in between us. I follow the rules, as should you two.”
You couldn’t help but snicker at that, Much to Jumin’s displeasure. He looked down at you heavily for a few moments, after he got no response– He spoke again.
“ We’ll be going soon MC. Would you like me to grab your coat? ”
The ride home was quiet. Driver Kim made small talk with you; he always does. He’s a nice man, and even he seemed to notice something wrong with you. Why couldn’t Jumin notice then? You were texting Seven while slumped into the seat of the car, It was on the messenger but in a private message over the usual chatrooms.

” Con fron tation!!! Con fron tation!!! ”

You smiled softly at the text, looking up for a moment to see what Jumin was doing. He was in his phone as well, so you decided to continue.

“ Should I? What if he yells at me -_- ”

“ then i’ll teleport over there myself and rescue you n elly from that cruel cruel man!!! you deserve better! #justice for elly and mc 2k17!!!!! lololol ”


Well. Maybe you should? But you didn’t want Jumin to be upset. Speaking of which, he seemed to notice you giggling into your phone this whole time. Not saying a word though, but you could feel his eyes on you from across the seat.
Awh, was he jealous?
Part of you wanted him to take a seat in the jealousy club. There’s obviously room for him to join. But it was cruel to have an eye for an eye after all.
Powering down the phone, You place it at your side before sighing softly. Your gaze quickly meets your husbands who had done the same thing a few minutes ago. With a soft smile you look over towards him for a moment before focusing your attention to the window– The penthouse was in view.

He looked like he wanted to say something; But the car had already stopped.
“ We’re back Elizabeth the 3rd! ”
You call out to the kitty; the jingle of sparkly bells on her collar was getting closer and closer by the second. Setting down your bag before crouching, You greet the little fur ball who was meowing wildly– Desperate for attention. She enjoyed your petting; but it was clear Jumin’s eye was what she was after. That makes two, Huh?

“ Hello Elizabeth the 3rd. ” Jumin smiles gently at her as he hangs his coat on the rack, revealing a clean white button up shirt. He uses the backs of his knuckles to pet her face, the sound of her purrs echoed throughout the quiet home.
You leave the two alone; not before excusing yourself to go– just to get out of this god forsaken dress. This dress was tighter than ones you’ve worn before; hoping it might catch Jumin’s attention a little more, but instead you only got some extra looks from creeps and weirdos. Oh– And Seven, but he sort of falls into that category.
From the closet you choose something comfortable, loose grey sweatpants and a simple black tee shirt. It was soft, Jumin only picked materials that were the best of the best for you after all.

Taking one final look into the mirror, you inhale deeply; absolutely dreading the talk to come. Would he brush you off once more? Or finally listen to your pleas? You were mentally planning what to say to your husband.

’ Hey look– Im jealous to the point of it being painful so you can’t be friends anymore with Miss Kitty. No talking. Nothing. Only me. Okay? ’

Fuck no.
That sounded terrible. But hell, it’s what you were thinking after all. It felt so selfish, but one thing Jumin always said is he wanted you to be selfish with him. It’s something he always states constantly, So why do you feel guilty for actually being selfish now?

You made up in your mind that you’d just wing it. Let your emotions spill over, say whatever it is you’re feeling. Hopefully it would give him the push to accept that you were indeed lonely. You wanted to be the only woman in his life… To just hoard him all to yourself. God it sounded awful; but it was the truth.

Your bare feet squeaked against the hardwood flooring, anxiety filled you like never before seeing Jumin resting quietly on the couch, Elizabeth the 3rd by his side.
Without a word, you take your seat across from him. The couch was of course big enough for the both of you, but you really didn’t want to sit next to him right now. Back here was fine. The room was silent, besides Elizabeth the 3rds soft purrs and the gentle hum of the light fixtures. You sort of phase out for a moment, eyes out of focus as you’re lost in thought.

“ Whats wrong with you lately? ” Jumin said suddenly, causing your head to snap up; breaking you from your mindless thoughts. His eyes were trained onto the cat besides him instead of you. He looked calm as always, but his scowl was a bit more pronounced as of now.

“ Nice of you to notice. ”
You state sarcastically, rolling your eyes and hugging yourself by crossing your arms below your chest. He let out a low growl of disapproval, He never did like it when you talked back.

“ Are you cheating on me? ”
That incredibly sudden accusation took you aback instantly. Was he fucking serious? You?Cheating on him? Thats what he thought was different?

“ I could ask you the same thing you know. ” Your tone was bitter as your voice became raised, it was clear how upset he’d gotten you by your change in attitude. Your brows stitch together in a painful mix of shock and anger, how could he accuse you of something so foul? It was enough to make your blood boil.

“ I would never do something as low and filthy as that.
He was glaring deeply at you with fire in his eyes now, Still outwardly calm; which aggravated you to no end. The atmosphere changed so fast. It was heavy and the tension was sharp.
Elizabeth the 3rd quickly scurried away into the bedroom upon feeling the mood change. She must not have wanted to be in the middle of this all. Good call.

“ So you’re implying that I would? ”
You were standing upright now. Nails gripping tightly into your arms; enough to make your skin irritated. The fiery pit in your stomach hurt, as if a rock was inside you. You didn’t like arguing with Jumin at all, but this was pretty inevitable.
He was quiet through clenched teeth. His knuckles were white, and his legs crossed. He still looked so composed as he waited your answer to his question.

“ No, i’m not cheating on you Jumin Han. There– Happy? Huh? ” He didn’t break eye contact and also didn’t say a word, the way he seemed so collected while you were so upset was aggravating.

“ Even though you’ve been living it up with you new little play toy i’ve been here, lonely! All day long! ” He scoffed slightly out of disbelief, Brows scrunched in confusion.

“ My play thing? You must be delusional. Am I not allowed to be interested in knowing someone now days? ”

“ You’re not when the person in question is just so.. so– So beautiful! And smart.. and, And kind! and.. Well– better than me and…”
Your voice fades from sheer anger to sadness in the end. The gravity of the situation hit you hard, hot tears streamed down your cheeks thinking about everything Eliza was that you weren’t. Maybe it would be better if he was with her.. She sure did match him way better than you ever could.

It was silent. It hurt, that he didn’t have anything to say to you. It only made you cry some more.

“ .. Are you jealous MC? ” He questioned after a few moments; gently and with pity in his voice, but you still hated those words. Mainly because it was true.

“ Yes– Okay!? I’m jealous, i’m so fucking jealous! I hate the fact that all you talk about is her anymore. ” You stopped to wipe tears away from your eyes with a sniffle before continuing.
“ I mean.. I don’t have schooling like she does; and I don’t look like your cat.. I’m not successful or own a business like her.. ”
You hung your head low as you avoided his gaze. It’s true, you weren’t even in comparison with her. Not even in the same ballpark.

He sighs heavily to let out his frustration after a few moments of the room being filled with your sobs, swiping a hand across his face roughly before looking up at you. He realized what you were getting at, and he felt like shit because of it. He was being too selfish in this situation. His heart strings pulled painfully at him seeing you brought to tears because of this.

“ Come here. ” It was gentle and soft, he didn’t sound angry or upset. Remorse was evident in his tone. His arms were open to you, eyes warmer than the cold ones you saw before.

God, that was it. That was all you needed right now. You didn’t care how sad you looked or how angry you just were. All you wanted was to be held by your husband, you’ve been wanting that for weeks now. Just.. Needing something. Anything. And this was it.
You burst into tears as you fall into his arms, curling tightly up in his lap as his white shirt was now stained with your tears. He pets his hand over the back of your head soothingly, holding you tight to his chest like a baby. You could hear his heartbeat, it was so steady and barely ever hitched while you two sat there together.

“ I truly didn’t know you felt that way…. I– Im so sorry.. ”
He sounded so sad.. You felt horrible for everything that’s happened. You should have talked about this sooner, instead of letting all the emotions fester.

“ I’m sorry for letting you think I was cheating.. You know i’d never–”
He interrupted you with a soft shush,
“ That was idiotic for me to say. I know you’d never.
He states quietly as he runs his thumb in circles on your back.
“ I’ll explain how you feel to Eliza as soon as tomorrow. ”
You nod softly, still feeling selfishness resonate inside you– But Jumin didn’t mind any of this. He felt terrible for purposely trying to make you jealous these past few weeks. Seeing how close you and Luciel had been getting. It was horrible, doing that all so you’d pay more attention to him. He really didn’t think about it before hand. He just was.. Well, Jealous. No idea that it would all backfire this badly.

” I don’t ever want you to ever feel like you’re not beautiful– Or smart, or successful. You’re My princess. You’re all that and more in my eyes, my love. ”

You cuddled deep into his chest, his words were soothing to you. This whole thing was so ridiculous, you’re so happy it’s finally over.

“ Just.. Can you introduce me to her? I’d like to formally meet the woman who looks like my husbands cat put into human form.”
He chuckled softly, causing you to laugh as well. The vibrations of his chest made your heart skip a beat as you smile.
“ Of course I will. I should have done it sooner. ”
notes: SHITT IM SO BAD AT WRITING ANGST AND I GOT SO LAZY AT THE END THERE HSKSHSJSH
but if you didn’t get it MC was getting super close to Luciel/Seven, so Jumin started talking to Eliza to make mc jealous of him as much as he was of her and seven. Obviously it backfired seeing as they both ended up Angery ™ but hey it worked out in the end and jumin learned his lesson lmao!! check out my masterlist of you’d like as well, in my bio!! i just updated it with some new stuff! ~~
Little Blue Riding Newt

Based off of this gorgeous, adorable piece of art by @mamin-the-troll
and once the little doodles started coming, I just couldn’t resist writing it. So here it is, Little Blue Riding Newt, the smartest whatever-year-old that ever existed because I don’t know how to fucking write children. Please forgive that quirk.

Additionally, this is now evolving into a full story…so I guess more will be coming soon. XD HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? HOW DID THIS EVOLVE INTO A CHAPTERED THING, I DO NOT KNOW. 

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Person A not being sure what to do when Person B first gets morning sickness. For Robstar ;3

Awww, this one is SO perfect for these two! Thanks for picking it, anon!


Richard Grayson narrowed his eyes at the toddler sitting in the grocery cart. 

His mother fussed over the little blonde wisps of his hair, all the while the child never even blinked his big baby blues from the other man before him. They stared at one another in the check-out line, like it was some kind of competition, even though the child was probably too young to comprehend it. 

While his parents busied themselves with unloading their groceries onto the conveyor belt, Richard struggled with juggling the items held in his arms. 

Three bottles of mustard.

A jar of pickles.

Oreos. 

Wet wipes. 

A new toothbrush.

Heating pad (electrically operated).

A bag of marshmellows and a jar of the spiciest salsa he could find.

All this topped with bottles of extra strength tylenol, normal tylenol, gravol, stool softeners, suppositories, antacids, Pepto-Bismol, and pre-natal vitamins. Only one of those items he was about to purchase made any sense to him, but even then:

His wife was an alien. 

Naturally, he was going to walk out with half the pharmacy in his arms whenever she was feeling unwell. 

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Even the Playing Field (Fin x reader)

Anonymous said: Hey, I love Across the Pond, it’s just a shame you haven’t written anymore Fin stories! If you don’t mind, could I request a friendship/maybe something more story with him? The reader is really sporty and on exchange in Scotland for water polo (or another sport if you don’t wanna write that) and he reluctantly drives her to training at first but in the end comes to every game & gets a little protective when she gets hurt. But take the story anywhere you like, I know you’ll make it amazing xx

Hey! I don’t know much about water polo, but I do know a little too much about competitive martial arts (taekwondo to be specific). I based it around martial arts as I do have that competitive background there. I would love to learn more about water polo though, I’ve never heard much about it. x

Originally posted by peculiarvader

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Family Introductions

Originally posted by gafou1

“You know,” LeFou manages to choke out.

“Of course I know,” Julien retorts, looking miffed. “Son, you were fawning over that oaf Gaston for years and you weren’t exactly subtle about it. And this one—” here he gestures towards Stanley with a spoon “—has been admiring your ass since your junior year in high school.”

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Tate - Darkness.

Originally posted by spirit-a-nimal

Everyone thinks that I am a monster. Some even think that I am the human embodiment of Satan himself. Instead of the human that I am, they think that I am some blood thirsty demon. They’re not wrong, but everyone has their breaking points, right?

Of course, everything that comes in life, it comes with a reason and ends with a lesson. Maybe she was my reason, but I don’t remember my lesson.

The bible states that the Devil was a fallen angel, and that he used to be God’s favorite, so what happened that turned him into such a fearful beast in which he was no longer allowed in heaven? What happened to me, that turned me into the monster that I am best known for?

All these questions, all that come with little to no answers, and despite my endless, and desperate search for something—anything—I found nothing. I wasn’t surprised though, because I was told that monsters like me never get second chances at happiness again.

So what was my exact breaking point you may be wondering? It was when I met my reason. My happiness, my only light through all the darkness, and my love. It took me losing her, because I couldn’t be there due to my own selfish needs that caused me to fall.

We didn’t have much in our lives, to where we would always talk to each other about the stories hidden under the scars on our pale wrists, and despite the depressing, sob stories that came with the scars, we still managed to laugh as if it were no big deal. Living in Earth was hell, but when she came into my life, she showed me something besides darkness and sorrow. She brought me something everyone told me I’d never feel. She brought me love.

The year was 1993, just one year before I chose to do the unthinkable, and to do the most despicable act I could’ve ever done in which I knew was wrong. It was the year before my happiness was taken away from me, in which I had met her.

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Extraordinarily Normal

Prompt: “You were doing something that you adore. And damn it, that’s when I fell in love.

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Koo Junhoe (iKON) x fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Junhoe wonders why after all this time, you’re still loving him unconditionally.

A/N: And thus, she posts! Hello, everyone! To make up for my lack of compliance when it comes to requests, here you go. I actually based this on a We Heart It post I saw months ago (and I also wrote this after seeing that lol) and I’ll try to find it and give full credit! (SORRY!)

Here’s the result of my Junhoe feels! I apologize for some mistakes made and do correct me if you find some

Originally posted by hanbinlq


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anonymous asked:

since the topic of therapy came up, who do you think out of the big 5 RFA members really needs to go the most? V, Rika and Saeran are the obvious ones, so the deep story boys are probably my top candidates for really needing some mental health help (though really, they all do) and i always got the impression there's a lot more going on than we see. especially with jumin. i love him, but i think he's hiding some deep-seated issues. his impulsivity and step-mom's creepy behavior worry me.

This is honestly a really interesting question so I think I’ll attempt on ranking the main 5 from who needs it the most to who needs it the least (in my opinion, not that anyone comes attacking me for it later on)

1) Saeyoung

I feel like Saeyoung is quite the obvious choice but honestly I can’t stretch this enough. The fandom glorifies him so horridly, putting him on that strange pedestal of meme’s and space station weddings that they seem to completely ignore his horrid depression.

I cannot count on one hand how many times he openly talked about the wish to die like?! Is no one alarmed? Much like Saeran he grew up being told he was a mistake, that their father hated both of them, that they were nothing but a pressure tool to their mother as well as the fact that out of them both the mother hated him more and constantly tortured him and send him on errands like a slave.

If that isn’t enough for therapy let’s add the fact that he basically had to sell his soul to an immoral agency at the age of like fifteen or something? All of his bad experiences also lead him to develop a sadistic streak which I don’t feel comes natural to him but is rather the outcome of constant abuse from his very own mother.

I feel like people just love to forget that those shitty memes and jokes he always pulls aren’t all that funny but merely an act of sadism and a cry of help. This boy needs therapy, not a girlfriend.

2) Zen

I was torn whether to put Jumin above Zen or Zen above Jumin. To me they are pretty much tied but I decided to rank Zen higher, because I’ve went through very similar experiences and feel that to a certain extend his fucked-up-ness is a little worse.

Not that you can compare pain, but you know what I mean. For one he was constantly called ugly by his entire family. Let me tell you, that destroys your body image for life. It obviously did for Zen, because if anyone buys into his narcissism for one hot second they are blind to the bigger picture.

Trying to work against one extreme with another is something most people attempt in such situations. Everyone calls him ugly and ridicules him? He tells himself he’s the most beautiful person in the entire world to make up for it. It’s heartbreaking, really, when you realize he doesn’t believe it one bit. That he is constantly looking for validation because of his doubts.

It’s also most likely the reason he pursued acting and modeling. On top of that he was shunned by his parents for not doing what they told him to do, got kicked out by the age of fifteen, had to provide for himself at an incredibly young and vulnerable age and spent the most important and influential years of his life (15-18) in a highly probably dangerous biker gang.

More on my thoughts on that you can read here. As it is, I feel like all of these things would leave him extremely insecure and vulnerable and broken to the point where therapy is really the only solution.

3) Jumin

Jumin is my baby. Out of all the characters that are playable he is my absolute favourite and I’ve played all of his stuff religiously. Now me and my friends were just discussing his past yesterday and there was an obvious indicator that his step-mother, the one he called mother, tried to seduce him at a very young age.

There aren’t any specifics but we deduced from the info and wording and general time line that he was either in his late teens (probably around 16) or in his early twenties. Whatever the case such an experience must have been horrible.

For one, he never had a mother, whatever happened to her is still a mystery, before watching his father fuck his way through all the women he encountered only to end up broken-hearted. We know that Jumin loves his father and seeing that must have been hard.

Growing up without a proper woman in his life even harder, but to then end up with a step mother that was probably closer to his age than his father and then attempted to seduce and sexually harass him…I cannot imagine the impact that must have made on him.

He’s completely shut off for a reason, right? Who is to say it was the first time it happened? Not to mention that he was aware, even as a child, that people were only ever nice to him because of his money. He never in his entire life felt genuinely loved. That boy needs therapy.

I mean he openly discusses the threads in his head and how he only ever loved Elizabeth, because he knew she’d never leave him. After being left by all these women supposed to be his mother figures he has severe trust - and abandonment issues.

Not to mention that even his ‘best friend’ V called him peculiar and strange, manipulated him later on and allowed his beloved Rika to dig his claws into her. Jumin was fucked from all sides and even when he tries to help - take Zen’s route for example - he is constantly portrayed like the last asshole.

Especially by Jaehee which I honestly find slightly ridiculous, because fine, catsitting isn’t her job, but she doesn’t really speak up and frankly he does pay her amazingly well. She is supposed to do her job so I don’t understand why she has the audacity to whine and bitch at and about her boss in a chatroom like that. In the real world no one would dare to do that. You suck it up and continue working because capitalism is a thing. She’s lucky to have such a well-payed and in comparison to others easy job.

Anyway, what I’m trying to say, he constantly gets fucked over and insulted by everyone he trusts and loves. His father put two bitches he didn’t even know above Jumin’s needs. The very last person he could trust. Poor soul, give him therapy.

4) Jaehee

I feel like what she went through was definitely traumatic it happened later than what happened to Zen, Jumin and Saeyoung so it generally doesn’t have as big as an impact. I mean it’s horribly, don’t get me wrong, but something you have to endure since childhood generally leaves you more scarred than what happens in your teens.

Which isn’t to say that Jaehee doesn’t need therapy asap. She lost both her parents, her family obviously didn’t want to take care of her, she got kicked out during a hard time as well (getting into college) and had to fend for herself for years. Then she got into a mentally and physically draining job, because money was essential to survive.

Dreams were nice but they don’t pay the rent and she had to learn that particular lesson a little earlier than the average person. I feel like her extreme perfectionism is also a result of that. Like her family hated her so she desperately tried to be perfect so she wouldn’t be a burden to them, in hopes of them accepting her.

That way of thinking is extremely damaging though and I feel that therapy would be really beneficial to her. However, I also feel that while she would benefit from it, she doesn’t necessarily need it as much as the others. She’s a tough cookie. I feel like she might be able to work through it by herself if given the safe space and time to do so.

5) Yoosung

Honestly, compared to the others, this boy is fine. He suffers from major laziness and self-caused insecurity but if those are his biggest issues in life, I’m glad. Frankly, the only thing this boy really needs to sort out it his obsessive/addictive personality.

Whatever he does he does it to a certain extreme to the point where it’s not even bordering unhealthy but past the mark. Rika? Completely obsessed with her. She dies. He falls into a pit of sorrow that is no longer to be considered normal.

From what I gathered they didn’t become close until about two years before her death. You don’t get that attached in two years or at least you shouldn’t and even if you do, with the help of friends and family you generally work through it. Instead he replaced one obsession with another, namely LOLOL. Once more he drowns himself in it to the point where it’s unhealthy.

Then you step into his life and bingo the whole thing starts up again to the point he risks his goddamn life for you, because he is so goddamn obsessed. I respect everyones opinion when they say he ‘grew’ as a person, but honestly I just see it as him finding a slightly healthier obsession and replacing his old ones. The only reason he powered through his studies was because of you.

The amount of time he must have put into it I don’t even want to imagine. Probably too much, just like with LOLOL. So yeah, he needs therapy for that but not as urgently as the rest, because emotionally he’s actually pretty fine. It’s just that obsessive/addictive part of him that needs healing, the rest will come naturally.

Damn, I went a little overboard here, but I hope I answered your ask to you liking XD

this is how we fall apart

pairing: Dan Avidan and Arin Hanson
genre/warnings: heavy angst, unrequited love, neutral ending
words: 3,992
summary: It’s past midnight when his world begins to fall apart. Of course, he doesn’t know it yet. He can’t possibly.

a/n: I originally posted this on AO3, but since it originated on Tumblr, I decided to post it here, too. Credit to @megarumi for inspiration (this is for you!) (again)

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(Fanfic) Drake’s Poetry Lesson

July 24, 2017, Monday [#262]

My masterlists: [Fanfiction.] [Fan edits.]

Title: Drake’s Poetry Lesson (MC/Drake) (5,299 words)

Story summary: The royal suitors are given a new courtship task about Cordonian culture. Against his will, Drake helps Riley learn more about traditional Cordonian music, food… and poetry.



Drake’s Poetry Lesson

[I.]

As per his usual habit when there was nothing that needed to be done, Drake was lying on a cold, stone floor, staring at a cold, stone ceiling.

After the events of the Apple Festival – he still didn’t know whether to be happy that Riley had wanted everybody to celebrate his birthday with him; or annoyed that she had forced him to wear a jester’s hat after she had been crowned Apple Queen – Drake definitely needed some time to himself, with nothing to remind him of the outside world.

“Hey, Drake!”

Of course, Riley would choose that moment to skip happily into the abandoned cold, stone room that, before her arrival, had been his sanctuary, and his alone.

Ever since he had accidentally fallen asleep in here during their conversation after the Regatta – he had had to endure her knowing smiles ever since – Riley had made a habit of looking for him in this very room whenever she wanted to speak to him.

And while he could find another secluded spot, he didn’t want to. This was Drake’s abandoned cold, stone room, not Riley’s!

“Hey, LastName,” he drawled, teasing her by refusing to make eye contact with her at first, instead keeping his eyes on the grey blocks of stone that made up the room’s boring ceiling. “What’s up?”

Riley followed his gaze at the boring ceiling, but appeared to refrain from making the obvious joke in favor of discussing something else entirely. Instead, she replied happily, “I need your help for the culture event.”

Because the ‘fox hunt’ – all Cordonians knew where to put the air quotes – was delayed due to bad weather, it was announced that there would be an entirely spontaneous social season event to test Liam’s suitors. At the end of the week, they were to make some sort of presentation or performance that showed their knowledge of and respect for Cordonian culture.

After pausing for a rejection but not receiving one, Riley continued. “I’ve been practicing singing the Cordonian national anthem in my room, but I haven’t tried singing it in front of anybody yet. I don’t really want my first time to be at the event itself. Can you listen to me and tell me how I’m doing?”

That was a good choice. National anthems were intimately linked to their homelands, and Cordonia’s national anthem was no different, telling the story of Queen Kenna’s quest to unite the kingdoms and how every Cordonian should embody patriotism, compassion, and strength. Singing it in front of the king and queen would show that Riley was willing to embrace the country and all its history.

Finally meeting her eyes, he put his hands on the ground and lifted himself off the stone floor into a standing position, saying carelessly, “I’m all yours, LastName. Just don’t melt my ears off with your singing.”

“Very funny,” she pouted, before smoothing out a sheet of paper Drake hadn’t noticed earlier and looking at it closely. “Ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” This ought to be entertaining, at least.

Giving him a cheerful grin, Riley exclaimed, “Great!” and started to sing.



[II.]

By the end of the first line, Drake’s eyebrows had shot up as high as they could on his forehead.

By the end of the second line, his jaw had dropped open, not that Riley saw that because she was still focused on reading the lyrics from the sheet of paper she held in her hands.

By the end of the third line, he had begun to wonder if Liam’s instructors had prepared him for this particular type of assassination attempt.

Riley’s voice, which held a light, melodic quality whenever she spoke or laughed, seemed to lose all its pleasant features when her tongue attempted to mix words with music.

As she sang, she somehow lingered just a breath too long on certain syllables, while rushing others much too quickly, making Drake’s head hurt as he, who had heard and sung the national anthem countless times in the past, began immediately mentally corrected her musical errors, and struggled because the headache-inducing mistakes just kept on coming.

As she reached the more musically dramatic part of the anthem – the part where a woman’s voice would naturally go higher, while man’s would go lower – the beautiful notes that were meant to convey the passion one ought to have for one’s country changed.

Riley’s voice turned the difficult musical notes into a peculiar, prolonged croak, sounding like a sickly frog at the very height of the national anthem, with her voice gradually regaining some human qualities as she brought the song to a close.

Finally, she stopped. Finally.

Setting down her sheet of lyrics with theatrical flourish, she beamed as she met his eyes once more.

“So?” she asked breathlessly. “How was it? Did I do okay? Do you think I’m ready?”

Normally, Drake wouldn’t have hesitated in giving her a scathing remark that would express exactly how he felt. But Riley stood in front of him, with that eager smile, that hopeful twinkle in her eye, waiting for his approval, looking just like the baby deer he had told her she was in Olivia’s wine cellar – and he couldn’t do it.

Instead, he explained as gently – but as clearly – as he could that if she wanted to succeed at tomorrow’s event, she would have to choose something that had absolutely nothing to do with singing.

And Riley, while obviously disappointed at his less than stellar feedback, thanked him for his help, saying that she knew she could trust him and that she would try something else. She exited the room, no doubt to look for ideas, as Drake rested his head in his palm, glad that the harrowing ordeal was finally over.

Drake’s head was cloudy and he felt like he wanted to throw up.

He knew why. Riley was a terrible singer.



[III.]

It had taken longer than expected for Drake’s headache to dissipate, but finally, he felt that he could move again without feeling like a blacksmith’s hammer was happily pounding away, using his innocent mind as an anvil.

The ringing of Riley’s pitiful attempt at singing had finally left his ears – he noted sourly that he had even told her beforehand to not melt his ears off! – and he was just about to leave the cold, stone room and go upstairs for lunch when he spotted Riley turn the corner and enter the room, holding a kitchen tray in her hands.

“Good, you’re still here!” she said in relief. Seeing that there was no table in the room, she lowered herself to the floor and sat down, placing the tray before her as she indicated for him to join her.

Intrigued, Drake did as she wanted and sat down across from her on the floor. From experience, he knew that he wouldn’t have to ask what it was because she was already about to tell him.

“I tried cooking this time!”

She enthusiastically gestured by holding both of her hands, palms up and at an angle, just above the steaming bowl of soup on the tray, as if presenting him with the Cordonian crown jewels.

“I found the ingredients in a book and it looked like this was an important part of Cordonian history, so I’m sure the king and queen are going to love it – and you get to try my cooking first!”

Riley sounded so happy and so confident that Drake couldn’t help but regard her fondly – and hope that she didn’t notice. It wasn’t that long ago when they were almost-enemies in a crowded ballroom during the social season’s opening ball, where rather than speak to her for another minute, he left her to the mercies of the other ladies of the court because he couldn’t stand to speak to her anymore.

To think that they were now in their abandoned cold, stone room together, that she was seeking him out to ask for his help, trusting his advice, trusting that he wouldn’t steer her wrong… it was nice.

It made Drake feel like he and Riley had a relationship, a friendship, outside of their shared connection to Liam, and it was with these almost-affectionate thoughts – he just hoped that she didn’t notice – that he took the small bowl in one hand so that he could hold it up and see its contents.

Cooking a meal in front of the king and queen would show that Riley was willing to serve, not just be served. It was actually an excellent strategy – but Drake should probably eat the soup soon, as there was less steam now than moments ago.

The low temperature of the cold, stone room must have slightly cooled its contents. Inside the bowl was some sort of dark broth with herbs sliced into tiny little pieces, and, from the weight of the bowl, he knew that there had to be meat or vegetables that he couldn’t see beyond the broth’s surface.

The scent of the soup, though, was unfamiliar, which was strange because Drake had eaten just about every type of traditional Cordonian food that existed.

“Interesting. And you said that this was somehow connected to the history of Cordonia?”

“Yup!”

He was glad to hear that. Cordonian dishes were traditionally very hearty because in ancient times, the majority of the common folk had been farmers and ranchers, tending to the vast fields that could be found as far as the eye could see in southern and western Cordonia.

In fact, the 'fox hunt’ also included a feast that resembled a Cordonian banquet from ages past. One of the soup dishes normally served was a beef and black bean soup that was prepared for Queen Kenna’s wedding feast.

Actually, according to his history teacher, the recipe had originally been for a bacon and black bean soup, but Queen Kenna’s talking wolf had made an alliance with a floating octopus to steal all the bacon from the palace kitchens, and with the wedding ceremony almost concluded and the feast almost underway, the kitchen staff had no choice but to use beef instead.

Not that Drake had actually believed his old teacher. A talking wolf? A floating octopus? Yeah, right.

Perhaps that was why the soup didn’t smell familiar. Drake was used to the soup containing beef, and maybe the bacon, combined with the herbs he could see floating on top of the soup, was simply mixed in with the black beans to the point that the beans had masked the bacon’s scent.

Well, whatever, he shrugged. Food was food. He dipped his spoon into the bowl, drawing out a big spoonful of soup that he scooped into his mouth, preparing himself to discern the flavors of Riley’s cooking…

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Apollo pt. 7

Apollo Masterlist

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Writer blocks can be really frustrating, and sometimes having a “muse” doesn’t really help either. - Specially when your inspiration might not be there with you forever. ModernAU!

Warnings: None

Words: 3975

A/N: My angst game is getting weak. Halp. Shit this gif fits so fucking well with the situation I just


Originally posted by coporolight

“Where it began
I can’t begin to knowing
But then I know
It’s growing strong”

Bucky sang along, music playing on his head, feet cold, dirty, and wet from the long walk he decided to take from his house to Steve’s.

He wasn’t drunk, but he still felt numb; he wasn’t hurt, but he could hear his heart cracking inside him; he was also shivering, but it wasn’t because of the rain pouring on him.

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G is for Growing Pains (7/26)

Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)
Pairing: 
 ReaderXBones
Prompt: Fic 7 of 26 in the CMO’s Log – A to Z series.  Click here for a listing of all the fics in this series!  G is for Growing Pains – AU where you and Bones are both posted at Starfleet San Francisco HQ on Earth.
Word Count: 
1588
Warnings:
None.
Rating: All ages.
Author’s Note: Daddy!Bones is so incredibly sexy.  I couldn’t help myself.  Plus G is not a fun letter, medically speaking, and this was my best option. :D

G is for Growing Pains

You are startled out of a deep sleep as you hear a shrill scream from down the hallway. Shaking off the waking warmth of your quickly fading dreams, you swing your legs over the side of your bed and rush out of you and Leonard’s shared bedroom, making your way hurriedly down the hall and to your daughter’s bedroom.

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Handling Millard's Secret Insecurities

(Author’s Note: I wanted to do a cute imagine where Millard went all sad and insecure and you’d help him with that. Enjoy 😘 Requests are open)

Your POV

As cliché as it sounds, today was a special day. Miss Peregrine had been miraculously handling outdoor matters, leaving me to wake everyone up with steamy cocoa in a calmingly cold, drizzling morning.

11 mugs were ready and extra hot for everyone else and myself and carefully, being the clumsy person I am, I brought the tray of cocoa mugs up the creaking stairs and through the cozy hallways of everyone’s bedrooms. Claire gave out a little cough and two wide smiles; Olive shivered and took her mug with a shaky grin; Fiona silently took her mug and muttered a hardly audible thanks; Bronwyn crushed me in a hug and gave a cheerful morning greeting; Emma smiled and warmly hugged me; Hugh and his bees happily jumped; Enoch groaned from sleep but looked delighted to have cocoa anyway; Jacob looked sleepy but thanked me- and finally, Millard- who apparently did not have deep slumber on the nude. The night was rather freezy.

Millard had been quite upset and grumpy the past few days, without anybody knowing the particular reason. I had been very concerned, too. Millard was special to me. That might have been a very bland way to describe how much I admired him- but there were no other apparent words. I was too hesitant and scared to confront him about his sudden mood swings; or maybe I was too shy to get him to talk to me, him being so witty and all.

Perhaps this was the right time?

He seemed cozy, his chest heaving beneath his cotton pyjamas, tucked under a thick sheet. There was a warmth inside me, seeing that everyone was comfortable here.

I settled the tray where Millard placed his beret and books and I sat at the edge of the bed. Softly, I placed my hand on his still leg and shook.

“I am very much awake, Y/N.”, his voice startled me, causing me to flinch and squeak. My heart pounded slightly harder and quicker but I chuckled after, anyway. “Sorry to disturb.”, I sheepishly smiled, rubbing my arm. Millard felt for his beret on his desk and gladly put it on. “So, how can I help you?”, he said, followed by a little yawn. “Cocoa.”, I smiled, pointing the tray. I took my mug as he took his and we both carefully sipped, a sweet warmth making our spines tingle. “I have a question, Y/N.”, he all of a sudden said. I looked up at him from my mug and raised my eyebrows. “Hm?”, I asked, cocoa burning my tongue. “Erm, do you like cuddling?”, he asked.

I giggled a little and sighed. Was he asking me to cuddle with him? My heart melted. It was a freezing morning after all.

“I love cuddling, Mill.”, I smiled, looking at wherever his eyes may be. “Do you want to, erm, sit here, then?”, he patted the empty area next to him. “It’s warm.”, he said and I could tell his eyes were lit up. I cheerfully accepted, getting comfortable with him with no malice. He fixed a share of blanket for me, too and I had goosebumps all over me.

He sighed. “This is nice.”, he nodded. “It’s cute.”, I chuckled, looking at him. He took off his beret again and fiddled with it. I guess this was the time to talk to him about it.

“You looked great in that suit.”, I said reassuringly. “Suit?”, his voice seemed to be shaky, getting a random, sudden compliment. “You know, when we dressed up in that loop somewhere in Europe. You looked great wearing it.”, I repeated as he chuckled softly at himself. “Why would you say that? I’m… invisible.”, his voice faltered at the last word and my stomach fell. “Either way, I liked how it fit you.”, I shrugged as he chuckled again. I wasn’t really good at lecturing with others. But I cared for Millard. I loved him. I had to fix him. To make him realize. He was insecure so I had to fix him. “Guess I’d have to dress real Europe-y to have pretty girls tell an invisible boy he looks good.”, he mumbled as I heard him run his hands through his hair and ruffle it.

I faked a laugh but blood rushed to my head again. Wow.

“Millard.”, I said with a stern voice that might as well mirror Miss Peregrine’s. His head turned to look at me. “Hm?”, he sipped. “You’re normal and fine to me just as everyone is.”, I continued. I wanted him to understand. I wanted to help him. He seemed startled. “What are you saying?”, he inquired, not pausing to sip more from his mug. “You’re worried you scare normals, that you might make pretty girls freak out.”, my chest tightened as I spoke. He sighed and chuckled, like I had no idea. I didn’t. But I was trying anyway. “I do, Y/N. I’m not like you guys, you can use your peculiarity at will. I might as well be a freak.”, he said, a depressing emptiness in his voice. “I can’t have a family, or feel what it’s like to live a normal life. I can’t talk to normal babies or ride a plane- I…”, his voice faded just as it wavered and wavered. “Why are we talking about this?”, he whispered, shifting uncomfortably beside me. He seemed so hurt by the truth. It pained me to witness his pain. “We all can’t live a normal life, Millard. That’s the truth.”, I stated. “Way to make everyone feel better, Y/N.”, he joked, shaking his head and sighing. I wanted him to get serious with me. It seemed he’d accepted how ‘abnormal’ he was. I placed my mug down on the desk. “Please listen.”, I softly said. He seemed to sense my solemnity and turned to face me, perhaps waiting for what I had to say.

“None of us can have normal families and befriend normal kids. Life in the normal world is, well, boring and mean. We have each other here.”, I nodded my head, finding his hands. He found mine first and slightly squeezed. I felt flustered but I continued speaking. “I feel way more unseen than I really am.”, he sniffled, probably searching my eyes. I felt it. “No, no. We see you, Mill. You’re every bit as clear to us as we all are to you. We see you as family. If somebody makes you feel invisible inside, I-I could be the girl who won’t. I don’t have to be pretty. We see you. I see you.”, I nodded my head, feeling weird and tumbling in my insides. He fiddled with my fingers and intertwined them again. “I-I… didn’t know that.”, he softly muttered. He nodded as he composed his thoughts. “I have you, anyway. Pretty.”, he chuckled faintly, probably smirking behind that invisibility.

I flushed again, my heart leaping weirdly. “That’s right.”, I giggled, feeling overwhelmingly proud to have fixed him, even just a little. “You’re every bit as peculiar and still as normally human to all of us; just as we are to you.”, I reassured, staring certainly into his eyes. I wanted to know the color.

“I really love you, Y/N.”, he said, almost shocking me. My heart wanted out of my chest and my smile was as wide and as bright as the crescent moon and its beam. “W-we… I love you as much, Millard.”, I smiled. He cupped my cheeks and pulled my forehead slowly to his lips. He softly pecked my forehead and I chuckled.

“This is nice.”, I giggled, doing an odd victory dance in my head. “It’s cute.”, he smirked, as we finished the last of our cocoa.

The clumsy and the grumpy (Part 1)

Based on: imagine 1 and imagine 2 from @imaginexhobbit + imagine 3 from @thereandbackagainimagines.

“THE CLUMSY AND THE GRUMPY” series: all the episodes

Warnings: enjoy my terrible sense of humor.

Originally posted by thorinoakenshieldconfessions

You’ve already lost track of the time you’ve spent with the Company: after weeks as a prisoner of the Orcs, you’ve welcome your renewed freedom without caring about the passing of time. After all, you’ve never done it: before the Orcs attacked your village, you used to spend your days cleaning floors and sewing up worn-out clothes in the inn where you, a poor orphan, had found a job and a pallet to sleep on.

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Platonic(yet very interested) companions react to fem sole rubbing and fondling herself, while calling out their name(would they 'lend her a hand' or give her privacy to 'attend similar actions')😜

***NSFW***

Cait – The brawler was no stranger to how people look at her and lust after her, God only knows why. That’s not to say she didn’t enjoy it, but the look in Sole’s eyes whenever they glanced over to each other was something else entirely and when Cait came barging into Sole’s room demanding that they go out for a drink at the settlement’s local bar so she could finally try her hand at picking Sole up, the brawler stopped dead in her tracks. Long, toned legs were spread apart from where Sole laid back upon her bed, one hand fondling her breast while the other traced the obviously sensitive bundle of nerves at Sole’s centre. The brawler’s eyes widened as Sole groaned, arching her back and moaning Cait’s name. Cait’s name. Holy shite! The brawler would quickly gather herself and close the door behind her, gazing down with a cheeky smirk as Sole’s eyes shot open at hearing the sound. “Ya coulda told me ya wanted a shag, love.” She purred, stalking over to the bed and settling herself between those long legs before leisurely licking up that already wet slit, much to Sole’s delight.

Curie – Lately, she had been feeling these very odd and peculiar feelings towards Sole, almost as if little Curie were mad at her but obviously not so. It was so unexpected and confusing that Curie finally decided that she must simply just ask Sole what it is and how she can be rid of it. Curie knocked on Sole’s front door like she always does and swiftly entered, looking around and finding the woman in question nowhere to be found. Quietly, Curie took a couple steps more and heard what she thought was her name being called and so she came upon Sole’s bedroom. The door was slightly ajar so little Curie softly pushed it open and peered in, expecting to see Sole safe and sound and waking from a nice sleep, but Sole was anything but. Her hand was buried in the centre of her privates, three fingers dipping deeply and slowly into her making a wet sound that made Curie bite her lip and let out a soft moan of wanting. Sole immediately sat up with a sharp gasp, pulling the blankets around her as she blushed profusely. “I am sorry to intrude, madam, but may I ask what it is you were doing? It looked very enjoyable, may I join you?”

Danse – Where on the face of this Earth is this dammed solider?! He’d been looking for her around Red Rocket for an hour now and he had only just heard that she had gone back to Sanctuary Hills for a nap. Dammit! Did she not understand the importance of their mission? Danse stormed into her house without knocking, a little ticked off which totally didn’t have anything to do with the fact that his Power Armour was out of commission or anything, and discovered her in a rather compromising position that had all the anger drain from his face immediately. She bucking her hips into the hand that stroked at her wet and almost dripping core, her lips parted with sharp gasps that sounded very closely like a mantra calling out Danse’s name. The Paladin was frozen, rooted to the spot and left staring down at her in shock. It’s not until she opened her eyes and shifted, that she realised she was no longer alone. “Oh my God! Danse?!” That snapped him out it and had him sputtering apology after apology as he retreated out of her house and damn near ran out of the settlement with a face blushing scarlet and prominent bulge in his pants that he’s going to have to take care of before his mission.

Deacon – He didn’t think twice when he opened Sole’s door and stepped inside. In fact, he had already started a conversation before the door closed and before he spotted just what it was Sole was up to upon her bed. His eyebrows shot upwards above his darkened shades as he sees the vast expanse of nakedness spread out below him and just how close his crotch was to the edge of her bed. Ergo: just how close his crotch was to Sole’s spread legs and soaking core. He cleared his throat, unsure of what to do, before coming up with some lame joke that he wasn’t even sure she heard because of how hard it was for him to speak. “Looks like you need a hand…or two.” When she didn’t make a move to shoo him away, he took it as consent and couldn’t help the grin that split across his face as climbed over.

Gage – The Overboss should’ve known he wasn’t a raider with the type of manners that would see him knocking before entering, so really it was Sole’s own fault when he stumbled in to see her squirming under the caress of her own hand and groaning out his name like there was no tomorrow. Almost immediately he’d slam shut the door behind him and flick the lock, his spare hand moving to undo his trousers as his gaze locks heatedly with Sole’s. Manners be dammed. She was already calling out his name and he hadn’t even touched her yet, so safe to say he needn’t any more go ahead than what was already literally moaned out. That pussy had his name all over it and he’ll be caught dead before he tosses up this kind of an opportunity with Sole.

Hancock – He thought he was in a drug induced hallucination when he stumbled through the door of Sole’s bedroom, excited to tell her all about this new mission the Silver Shroud is about to embark on courtesy of Kent Connelly, when his gaze fell upon a naked woman in her bed. Upon closer inspection and few blinks of his eyes to find out if he were really seeing this, he realised it was actually Sole and that she hadn’t spotted him standing there just yet. Either that or she didn’t care because her hand was frantically still rubbing at her core and her moans hadn’t yet quieted, moans that seemed to be jumbled and breathy but just audible enough for him to make out that she was chanting his name in her waves of ecstasy. “Damn girl,” he’d murmur, startling her with a crooked grin. “Why didn’t you just come and get me?” He’d throw away the dose of Jet in his hands and quickly climb over to her, damn well gonna make sure he remembers each and every moment with the woman of his dreams while also making damn well sure that he rocks her world.

MacCready – “I found it!” He yelled, running into Sole’s house with his prized find in hand. Grognak the Barbarian, issue number seventy nine – Return of the Deepsea Baby Eater. “I finally found it!” He looked around and started wondering throughout the house, a large grin plastered on his face as he approached the hallway. If she was asleep, he was going to wake her up in the most totally awesome way ever! Grognak comic book slap! But when he gently nudged open the door to her room, the comic slipped from his hand and fell to the floor, his eyes widening with a sharp gasp. “Mac…Mac….oh yeah, Mac.” Sole was chanting his name? And doing that? Holy shi-holy crap is these even happening? He’d stare for a few more moments, unaware of how quite possibly creepy it was for him to do so, but when she bucked her hips and when he caught sight of just how hot and bothered she was, he slipped on the smoothest smile he could muster and crossed his arms before casually leaning against the doorframe. “You…need and extra pair of hands there Sole?”

Nick Valentine – The old ways weren’t lost on the Detective. He knew to knock before coming in, to call out before exploring the expanses of someone’s home and to not stare when walking in and seeing someone in a very compromising and embarrassing situation…although nothing could be said for him remembering clearly the way of which Sole moaned his name while pleasuring herself. He apologised loudly, sincerely and had immediately turned around so she wouldn’t see his glowing eyes widening in shock nor the soft smile that tugged at the corners of his lips before exiting through the door he came in from. He knew sex, remembered the sensations and the way a woman felt beneath him, not from personal experience of course but damn what he wouldn’t give to experience again and with Sole. He was then suddenly very thankful for the long trench coat that he could tie to not so conspicuously conceal what he couldn’t really control.

Piper Wright – As soon as she stumbled into Sole’s room and saw what she was doing, she’d freeze with a streak of heat bolting down to the apex of her legs which nearly made her legs buckle. Sole’s hands were rubbing a very wet and very private part of her body and if Piper didn’t know any better, she could have sworn she heard Sole moan: “Ohhh Piper….” In surprised response, the reporter let out a small gasp and clapped her hands over her mouth with wide eyes. Sole’s gazed flicked open and the mask of ecstasy was quickly wiped away and replaced with shock and then horror. Their eyes locked and Piper’s face blushed even more scarlet and without further ago – and with the image of what she’s just seen burned into her memory for good – Piper would quickly take evasive action and find herself running clumsily out of the building, accidentally knocking into everything and anything in her path with a strangled apology thrown over her shoulder. She wouldn’t be seen for a very long while, so it’s anyone’s guess as to what the reporter chose to do about her own throbbing core…

Preston Garvey – Yes he was protective, yes he may be a little overly so but that was all for good reason. Nearly everyone not in the Minutemen wanted Sole’s head on a pike, so when he couldn’t find her around the Castle even though he spent the better part of the past hour looking for her, Preston started to get worried. He came upon her quarters, which was retrospectively perhaps the first place he should’ve looked, and barged in without thinking of privacy. He skidded to a stop when he saw what it was she doing and nearly passed out right then and there. She was moaning breathily, her mouth forming his name in between breaths as she rubbed and lightly pinched at her core that elicited spasms in her spread legs. Preston didn’t know what to do. The primal part of him wanted to walk forward and sink into her without abandon, but the more gentlemanly side of him won out and had him turning around and making a hasty retreat. If any of the Minutemen saw how flushed his face was, none commented and the same goes for when he emerged from his room not five minutes after seemingly out of breath.

X6-88 – He was worried about Sole. It had been a few hours since he last saw her tending to the water purifiers earlier that day and she made had plans to set out with him for University Point at dusk which was fast approaching. So he did what any friend and comrade would do, he went looking for her. When he opened the door to her house, he almost turned back around because it looked long uninhabited but as it happened he continued on and peered into her bedroom to see a sight that did…strange…things to his body. Her hips were gyrating slightly up into her hand that rubbed at wet pink flesh, her back arching against the mattress and her mouth opened in a quiet groan that almost sounded as though she were calling out his name. Immediately his eyebrows shot upwards and he found himself almost taking a step towards her, but quickly backtracked. As much as he wanted to join her, he wanted what usually comes after that to happen in its own time and not because she was horny enough to let him do it to her. He wanted to know it was real, so instead he chose to wait.

The movie begins to turn into a horror movie.

Someone’s HALF BITTEN arm slithers through the broken doorknob holder and notes that their are chains blocking them from trying to maim the Eds.

And slowly lifts up the lock at the bottom of the door.

“LET ME THROUGH!”

“END OF THE LINE, DORKS!”

What the heck did the Ed’s do to the kids?!

Kevin and Rolf’s eyes are bruised, Kevin’s shirt is torn apart, Rolf’s arm is bitten off at the elbow, and someone’s finger is caught in a mouse trap.

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Complete Marvel Master List - Part One {THIS IS CURRENTLY BROKEN MY APOLOGIES}

{ This list includes nearly e v e r y t h i n g  we’ve ever wrote, the good, the bad and the cringy, mistakes and all. Hopefully as time has gone on we’ve improved. Thank you for being with us and reading our stuff, we love you <3 }


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The Art of Surrender

Title: The Art of Surrender
Summary: In which Inojin learns that his girlfriend and her father are more alike than he thought.
Pairing: InoSara/SaraJin
Note: Yeah, I know, this is way overdue. One more chapter after this.

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As soon as he’d realized that he was head-over-heels for Uchiha Sarada, Inojin had known that this is how he would die.

There is an unpleasant gleam in Sasuke’s eyes as he presses the tip of the kunai into the juvenile’s gut. Inojin sweats profusely, mentally apologizing to his mother and Sarada, and praying that they don’t find his hand-drawn porn stash.

ChouChou will be pissed as all hell at him for dying, and Shikadai will find it troublesome. How can InoShikaChou continue without its third member? He’s sure to be in trouble for that, even after death.

His mother will be devastated, and probably murderous. She’ll probably kill Sasuke after extensive mental torture, and while Inojin finds slight comfort in the idea of being avenged, Sarada would hate him for it and curse his memory for the rest of eternity.

With that thought in mind, Inojin does the only thing left he can do. He begs.

“SorryI’msorrypleasedon’tkillme-”

But Sasuke is unamused and unimpressed, and his grip on Inojin’s collar tightens. He opens his mouth, perhaps to deliver the death sentence, but he is interrupted.

“PAPA, LET HIM GO RIGHT NOW.”

The real Sarada stands behind him, fuming, and very much resembling her mother when she’s angry. Her chakra is palpable, whipping her hair around in fury. Arms crossed across her chest, she levels a glare at Sasuke that is pure Uchiha.

Sasuke scowls. “You are not to see this boy again, Sarada. Now go home, I’ll speak to you when I’m done with him.”

But Sarada is as stubborn as her father, and her feet stay firmly planted where they are. “No, you’re going to leave Inojin alone, and we’re going to talk now.”

Her eyes narrow to dangerous slits, and Inojin thanks every god above that it’s not him she’s angry at. Sasuke draws himself up to his formidable full height, mercifully dropping Inojin like yesterday’s trash. Relieved, Inojin scoots well out of arm’s reach of the angry Uchiha patriarch.

“Sarada-” Sasuke starts angrily, but she cuts him off.

“No, Papa, you listen to me. This is exactly why we didn’t tell you about us. You are such a drama queen. Worse even than Uncle Naruto.”

Sasuke turns a peculiar shade of purple, spluttering incoherently.

Sarada continues, ignoring him. “We havent had sex, Papa, so you can get that idea right out of your head. And I’m going to continue seeing Inojin, because I like him, and you’re just going to have to get used to it.”

"Absolutely not,” Sasuke’s own eyes narrow back at her.

Sarada casually inspects her nails, completely unphased by his denial. “I can always tell Mama that you’re being unreasonable. I’m sure she has an opinion that she’d like with you.”

And that’s how Sasuke knows he’s lost. No matter how much he orders or argues, if Sakura thinks he’s getting in the way of their baby girl’s happiness, she won’t hesitate to turn him into mortar. But still…

“Ino’s kid?” He asks bleakly.

Victory sealed, Sarada smirks. And for Sasuke it’s like looking in the mirror. “Yes, Papa. And the Yamanka family is coming over for dinner tonight, and Mama and I expect that you’ll be a perfect gentleman.”

Sasuke gives up. His progeny is going to be the end of him. Silently acquiesing, he turns to Inojin, who straightens instantly under the Uchiha’s gaze.

“If you break her heart, or hurt her in any way-”

“I’ll break his face myself, Papa.” She breezes past him coolly, taking Inojin’s hand in hers.

Sasuke can’t help himself, he smirks. Hr knows very well that she would, but he still would throw in his own two cents and a chidori should the boy ever hurt her.

As the pair walk away from the training ground, Sarada turns back to him and calls out, “Oh, and Papa, Aunt Ino was looking for you. Something about burning down her flower shop. I’ll see you tonight!”

Sasuke has the ominous feeling that he may not live to see dinner.

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Calum Hood Fanfic

My friend and I walked into a bar, and there i saw the fittest man I could ever lay my eyes on.. His dark hair, and muscles made me go wild. Especially at how mysterious he looked among his other friend with bleached hair. They were both concentrated writing, and hardly talking to each other. I wondered what he was writing. It appeared he was being quite careful to select just the right words. He would write a few, then pause at length before beginning again, and during each pause, he would stare at me, barely blinking, with those hypnotic eyes.

My friend told me he had a reputation for charming the women who were bold enough to approach him.  He had a habit of taking women home, making love to them until they literally wept, and then never calling them again. He was dangerous. He was a cad, but he was undeniably handsome and desirable and I knew that I had to have him.

I ignored at what Katie said because at that point in my life I wasn’t looking for a relationship. I didn’t have a burning desire to establish a lifelong connection to a member of the opposite sex. I merely wanted to feel good physically and emotionally. Perhaps a casual tryst with the dark-eyed man in the corner was exactly what I needed to bolster my sagging sense of self-esteem and put me back on top of my game.

“Don’t do it (y/n),” Katie warned. “He is nothing but trouble,” she added, as if she were reading my thoughts.

“Yes, but he’s so delicious, and I haven’t gotten laid in a very long time,” I grinned, never taking my eyes off him.

Despite her warning, I was already intently formulating my clever yet casual introduction. I fully intended to approach him and, God-willing, he would take me home.

Katie giggled in response to my comment, but composed herself quickly. “look, I’m telling you, you’ll get your heart broken. Besides, look he doesn’t even talk. Who wants to go to bed with a man that doesn’t talk? Don’t you want a little dirty conversation to spice things up?”

“I don’t really want conversation of any kind in the bedroom,” I responded, “A couple of ‘fuck me harders,’ and ‘ooo baby, I’m cummings,’ will do.”

“You’re such a pig,” Katie laughed. 

I nodded in the affirmative, lifted my drink and stood up.

“I’ve got to do this,” I said, straightening my hair and grabbing my purse. “I’m going to fix my face, and then I’m going to go over and introduce myself. Wish me luck?”

Katie rolled her eyes at me just waved off.

Moments later I was gazing at my reflection in the women’s room mirror, wondering what I might say to this peculiar stranger. I stroked the rich lipstick across my full, pouty mouth and applied a fresh coat of powder to my nearly flawless cheeks. My hair was the deepest ebony with waves that shone brilliantly under the vanity lights. I was certain he would find me attractive. He had already obviously noticed me. It was hard to imagine that he’d decline my invitation for sex.

On the way back to the main bar area, I dropped my purse. As I turned to retrieve it, I felt a presence in the corridor behind me. I felt a bit uneasy. The corridor leading to the restrooms was otherwise deserted. My ears pricked up so I could listen more intently. As I placed the lipstick and loose change back into my purse, I heard footsteps approaching. They suddenly fell silent and I could feel the tiny hairs on the back of my neck begin to bristle.

I felt a hand on my elbow as I rose and I turned to find myself face to face with the guy I’d been fantasizing about. He smiled only slightly, and I felt a tightening in my gut. I gasped slightly, needing to catch my breath because the site of him had stolen it from me.

He was even more stunning up close.

I reached my hand out to touch his chest. I wasn’t sure why I had done that, but there was something in his eyes that told me it would be okay, that he wanted me to.

He placed his left hand over mine and held my hand against his heart, as if to say, “Can you feel it beating? At this moment, it beats only for you.”

His hand held fast to mine and he began to lead me back down the corridor from which we came. We passed the restrooms and the door to the kitchen and finally, out the rear door to the patio, which was qlone. He placed his hands over my shoulders and began to rub my arms briskly to warm me.

I turned to face him, uncertain of whether or not I should speak. I decided it best to take my cues from him and I remained silent. As his hand ascended along my arm again, he grapped the back of my head and pulled me closer to him. He parted his lips over mine with a complicated mixture of gentle urgency. I sensed that he who could easily cross the line between casual sex and rough sex, and this was hot. I found myself literally quivering with delicious anticipation. Could it be that I might like to have sex somewhat roughly? Could it be that I might be attracted to dangerous, illicit sex? This was not something I had ever realized about myself until he looked into my eyes across a crowded bar. Now here I was, aching to be manhandled by a devastating stranger.

His tongue bit lightly into my bottom lip and he tugged at it slightly before letting it go so he could trace his tongue over my chin, along the perfumed skin of my neck, and down to the zipper of my blouse. He latched onto the zipper and began to pull, lowering himself to his knees as he did so. His eyes gazed up into mine as he silently inquired, “do you mind?”

Of course I did not mind. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back slightly to make my submission clear.

His tongue ran its way back up my now-exposed torso, his hands roaming up the delicate skin of my back until he came to find my bra, which he readily unhinged. He was now standing again and his hands were ensnared in my hair. He grasped another fistful and used it to force me to my knees.

Did he want me to suck his cock? I felt so vulnerable and uncertain. Yet my lips were beginning to quiver and I found that I wanted to suck his cock. The position he held me in was ripe for such an encounter. I licked my lips and gazed up at him with pleading eyes.

He read me like an open book, and unzipped his pants for me. A reassuring hand traced the side of my face and held my chin firmly as he gazed down with a smile that told me not to be afraid. There was no one coming. No one would disrupt our dirty little encounter. I could envelop his cock and suck it all night if I wanted to and no one would know.

His cock was magnificent, not too dark, not too full of veins. A healthy drop of precum was already oozing from his tip, betraying his desire. He was fully shaved, which I preferred.

He slid his belt from his waistband and reached behind me, tethering my wrists together with the belt, and pulling it tight. He stood erect again, grabbing my hair and pushing my face toward his throbbing protrusion. My lips parted and I moistened them with my spit and my tongue. His eyes grew wide in anticipation, and then, he used my thick hair to guide my eager mouth onto his cock. It pulsed so violently that I nearly had to chase it before sucking its tip between my eager lips.

I was completely at his mercy, yet not afraid. He had me on my knees, hands bound behind my back and he was forcing my movements with his commanding hands. His cock poked at the back of my throat repeatedly. He gasped and grunted, moaned and panted, but still did not speak.

My mouth widened and I took him into me completely, as my throat opened to accommodate his full length. I could taste his sweet juices dotting my tonsils. I clamped down on him, pulsating my tongue beneath his shaft and ever so slowly pulled away. As I reached his glans, he pushed me back, hard, until his cock slammed my throat again. Our game continued. I knew that he was in complete rapture with my mouth so warm and moist it must have felt like the most spectacular pussy. I imagined that when he closed his eyes, he might not have been able to tell the difference.

His hips began to thrust as if he were making love to me, as if he had forgotten that this was my face and that he was not buried deep inside my sweet pussy. But I began to wish that he were buried inside me. I could feel wetness beginning to drip into my cotton panties and my pussy was swelling so fully that it began to ache unbearably.

I moaned and the sounds of my pleasure forced his impassioned noises to grow louder. He sounded like a wounded animal as I sucked him ferociously. The concrete patio was scratching at my raw knees and I didn’t care. Faster and faster I sucked, harder and harder until his grunts turned to squeals and I sensed that he was about to explode, but I had other plans. I had other desires. My pussy was a force to be reckoned with and I would not deny it the pleasure of being fucked.

I forced my head back against his palm and his cock fell from my mouth. His eyes flew open in disbelief. “What the fuck?” he asked me, without words.

I raised my eyebrows playfully and lay back onto the cold concrete, spreading my legs before him. My wrists remained tethered, digging into my back as I lay there waiting to be fucked.

He eagerly, desperately slipped out of his pants and literally tore my pants off of me. My wet pussy glistened in the moonlight, creating a sensual yet silent invitation. He dropped to his knees and draped himself across my now naked body, shoving himself into me without the slightest hesitation. His movements were urgent, raw and dangerous. The feeling of his cock inside me was exquisite, despite the reckless way in which he plunged into me.

My wrists were digging into both the concrete and my lower back. The pain was excruciating and was beginning to become a distraction. A look of compassion washed over his face as I quietly grimaced beneath him. A tender hand ran lightly up my left leg, leaving a trail of gooseflesh behind. He lifted my leg to his face and kissed my foot and ankle, before turning me over onto my side. He slipped out of me and it was sheer agony.

He removed his jacket and placed it beside me, before tenderly guiding me onto my belly. The warmth and cushion of the jacket beneath me was a welcomed relief. I could feel him removing the belt from my wrists and was grateful. The sense of danger that this elicited had been intoxicating, yet it was good to be free.

I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees and I felt him rubbing his cock against my wet slit. I couldn’t wait to feel him back inside me. I waited. His cock continued to rub against me, but no penetration. I could feel it bobbing and I could hear him panting lightly. Sweet fucking hell, he was masturbating against my pussy! This was one of the biggest turn-ons of my life. I pressed up against him to try and force him inside of me, but he backed himself up, continuing to stroke his rigid cock vigorously. The tip of his dick felt slippery against me as our juices flowed together.

He was becoming anxious again. I could hear it in the distinct rhythm of his breathing. His body drew a bit nearer to me and I could feel myself separating as his tip slid ever so slightly into me. I screamed. I didn’t mean to. It was reflexive. It was primitive. I was caught in the throws of a wicked, torturous game. He was teasing me and I wanted to be fucked; yet I was so aroused that I was literally helpless.

I must have been transparent, because he seemed to read my every thought and every emotion. He knew I wanted him to fuck me and at long last, that’s what he did. In my most vulnerable position, on my hands and knees, face buried in his jacket to muffle my screams, I let this handsome stranger have his way with me. His cock was more than ample and he slammed it into me repeatedly.

In a new twist, he began slapping my ass until it stung and turned deep crimson. This only served to heighten my pleasure. My nipples dragged along the cool silk lining of his jacket, causing them become as hard as pebbles. They ached horribly, yet the pain, like the pain on my freshly spanked ass, was addictive.

I lost track of how many orgasms I had. Perhaps it was one extended orgasm with a series of intense peaks and valleys. It really didn’t matter. He finally spilled himself inside of me and collapsed. I was completely spent.