I found the cult ending thing in the game files but it was all jubled and in the wrong order so i did my best to transcribe it (also i accidentally deleted half of this post the first time I wrote this and i am d y i n g)
‘ when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there. ‘
‘ tens of thousands of lives were lost. ‘
‘ this was just the beginning. ‘
‘ to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own. ‘
‘ we got really good at it. winning. ‘
‘ hey, kid. don’t get cocky. ‘
‘ please, after you. age before beauty. ‘
‘ you know what i’m thinking. ‘
‘ worry about yourself, kiddo! ‘
‘ ___, listen to me! ‘
‘ suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are. ‘
‘ bad news: three guys died yesterday. ‘
‘ well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do? ‘
‘ took me a while to find you. ‘
‘ i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done. ‘
‘ haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end. ‘
‘ so where would you rather die? here, or ____? ‘
‘ oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor. ‘
‘ he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it. ‘
‘ shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them. ‘
‘ things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance. ‘
‘ i didn’t know it was this bad. ‘
‘ sorry about your brother. ‘
‘ you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet. ‘
‘ numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god. ‘
‘ politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. ‘
‘ and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy. ‘
‘ fortune favors the brave, dude. ‘
‘ they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself. ‘
‘ she’s one of a kind now. ‘
‘ i think you’re unpredictable. ‘
‘ you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission. ‘
‘ wow. thank you for your honesty. ‘
‘ one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences. ‘
‘ you promised me. ‘
‘ vengeance is like an open wound. ‘
‘ to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit. ‘
‘ i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass. ‘
‘ it’s a dialogue, not a fight. ‘
‘ better watch it. ‘
‘ i’m not crazy. you felt it, right? ‘
‘ this is worth fighting for. ‘
‘ if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of. ‘
‘ are you gonna say anything? ‘
‘ you look good. ‘
‘ like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion. ‘
‘ i’m okay. just let me control it. ‘
‘ you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed. ‘
‘ why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at. ‘
‘ so, what, you’re grounding us? ‘
‘ one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again. ‘
‘ now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story. ‘
‘ you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence. ‘
‘ well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you. ‘
‘ jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die. ‘
‘ let me in, i’m a doctor! ‘
‘ we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid. ‘
‘ as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve. ‘
‘ how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me? ‘
‘ i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay? ‘
‘ we’re gonna own this bad boy! ‘
‘ by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure! ‘
‘ today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other. ‘
‘ today we are canceling the apocalypse! ‘
‘ as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one. ‘
‘ i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud. ‘
‘ well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this. ‘
‘ all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall. ‘
‘ i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing. ‘
‘ no. don’t go. please. ‘
‘ you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe. ‘
Warnings: Swearing (guess it’s a little late for that though whoops I’ll just put that in the tags), food mention
A/N: Inspired by a debate between @botanistlester, @insanityplaysfics, and some anons on Phanfiction Catalogue about whether Dan or Phil would propose. I, um, might have been one of those anons btw (*cough* #TeamEliza *cough*). I hope this serves as an acceptable compromise.
Dan doesn’t bother to look away from the episode of Steven
Universe they’re watching, acknowledging his boyfriend only with a noncommittal
sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt. Phil’s using his ‘idea’ voice, and
as it’s barely past ten in the morning and Dan was up pacing the lounge until
nearly five, he has neither the energy nor the mental capacity to pay attention
to anything more complicated than cartoons right now. He pops another spoonful
of cereal into his mouth and hopes whatever Phil has to say is brief.
(He gets his wish).
“Marry me?” Phil says in the exact same tone he used last
week when he suggested that they go miniature golfing in the middle of a typical
warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence, offensive subjects, offensive behaviors. please read & reblog with caution.
❛ And what exactly does “hooked up” mean? ❜
❛ It’s like a car wreck… you can’t not watch. ❜
❛ What’s that smell? It’s either vomit or fancy cheese. ❜
❛ There is no God. We’re all gonna die. ❜
❛ The hell? You’re supposed to negotiate! ❜
❛ If you’re looking for money, I don’t have any yet. ❜
❛ How do you feel about metal splinters to the eye? ❜
❛ Are you up-to-date on your rabies shots? ❜
❛ I don’t like that you’re getting hurt on purpose to make money. ❜
❛ You’re kidding me? You’re actually serious about this shit? ❜
❛ You’re kinda growing on me. ❜
❛ Wanna see how fast I can unhook your bra? ❜
❛ You make my life a living hell and I want you out of here now. ❜
❛ Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them? ❜
❛ You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me. ❜
❛ I think I’m depressed. I’ve been feeling kind of funky lately. ❜
❛ I never said it was yours. You just wanted it to be. ❜
❛ Wouldn’t be the first time somebody’s disappointed me. ❜
❛ I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just… genetic. ❜
❛ Fuck you is what you were invited to. ❜
❛ I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of pussy you’d be in juvie. ❜
❛ I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? ❜
❛ Hey, I think I just insulted myself. ❜
❛ Hey! What the fuck man! He’s/she’s dead! ❜
❛ Oh, could you be a little more vague? ❜
❛ You came all the way down here to talk about my pubes? ❜
❛ How the fuck do you not have a gun? ❜
❛ Sure you’re ready to pop your armed robbery cherry? ❜
❛ You should have seen your face. ❜
❛ You don’t know who you messed with, bitch. ❜
❛ You fuck with the bull, you get an ass full of horns! ❜
❛ I’m not used to having people yell at me all day long. ❜
❛ I have this friend. I think you two might really hit it off. ❜
❛ I’ve seen you put out after the first drink. ❜
❛ You know, I’d hug you but neither of us would like that. ❜
❛ I don’t get why just don’t use her/his face for target practice. ❜
❛ I want a fucking lawyer motherfucker! ❜
❛ You’re covering your own ass and you know it. ❜
❛ You know I used a condom. ❜
❛ Do you know where I can buy a gun? ❜
❛ You think you scare me? Bring it, bitch! ❜
❛ I’m starting to get fucking homicidal. ❜
❛ I will make this kitchen my bitch. ❜
❛ They’re having a party for kids across the street. No booze. ❜
❛ A shrink at school says I’m one of God’s mistakes. ❜
❛ I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you! ❜
❛ Did the two of us finish an entire gallon of box wine the other night? ❜
❛ I can’t handle anything up my ass without alcohol! ❜
❛ I’d be crying right now if I wasn’t so high. ❜
❛ I’m not my dad. You hear me? I’m not my fucking dad! ❜
❛ I would never do half the shit that you’ve done to us. Why are you even here? ❜
❛ Even the homeless get better stuff than us. ❜
❛ I am just as likely as anyone of this family to make something of myself. ❜
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day. ❜
❛ You have no money yet you’re going into a grocery store. Interesting. ❜
❛ Let’s go get drunk and buy a gun. ❜
❛ It’s a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn’t it? ❜
❛ If this is a relationship you wanna save, then you gotta fucking save it. ❜
❛ Off to deal drugs on a Saturday morning? ❜
❛ I’m probably biased, you deserve better than him. ❜
❛ If you don’t get out right now, I will shoot you. ❜
❛ Still don’t want your family to know? ❜
❛ Did I mention that I’m falling in love with you? ❜
❛ You can’t feel a persons headache by touching his head. ❜
❛ Are you robbing me with my own fucking gun? ❜
❛ How can you tell when you’re in love with someone? ❜
❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of insult? ❜
❛ I’m done living the way other people want me to live. ❜
❛ I think I was trying to prove something, not to you but to myself. ❜
❛ If it wasn’t sex then what was the problem? ❜
❛ What do you want me to say? That I’m self-destructive? ❜
❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜
❛ I haven’t abused marijuana like the rest of you, so yes I remember. ❜
❛ Your turf? What is this West Side Story? ❜
❛ All I’m gonna be thinking about while you choke me out is how much I love you. ❜
❛ If I don’t invest in myself, no one else will. ❜
❛ It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna be me anymore. ❜
❛ Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? ❜
❛ I’ve had so many abortions the next one is free. ❜
❛ I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. ❜
❛ How do you do that? The nice thing? ❜
❛ I’m sick of living in your shadow. ❜
❛ I never thought I’d say this but you were right. ❜
❛ Where can I get knives and blunts? ❜
❛ I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! ❜
❛ I’m sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case. ❜
❛ I got tasered for like a second and I crapped myself. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you put on deodorant before. ❜
❛ I haven’t had a drink for two days…well granted I was unconscious. ❜
❛ I’ll be in the bushes across the street stalking you. ❜
❛ Is there anything more enjoyable on earth than humiliating your peers? ❜
❛ I need to buy a gun. For protection. In case there’s a shooting here. I’m scared. ❜
❛ It’s my job to tell you when you’re making a huge mistake. ❜
❛ Have you ever woken up naked in the street with no idea how you got there? ❜
❛ You’re either boning or you’re waiting to bone. ❜
❛ Doctors are thieves, they just have degrees to keep them out of jail. ❜
❛ You want me to be realistic? Okay, I’ll be realistic. ❜
❛ I confided in you and you told everyone. ❜
❛ I have no idea what that means but I’m enjoying trying to picture it. ❜
❛ I never made any fucking promises to you! ❜
genre ― smut + a bit of fluff at the end, fuckboy!au
pairing ― jungkook | reader | taehyung
synopsis ― Dodging Jungkook’s annoying horny texts was easy but what happens when another boy accidentally joins in on the fun?
words ― 7,633
― note : I meshed Play & Play 2.0 together and added a few things. Before I get asked, yes there will another part to this.
Your ringtone kept blasting in your ear as you tried to sleep before a big presentation. You groaned, cursing yourself for not turning off the volume as you reached for the glowing device knowing exactly who it was. You denied the call thinking,”Why is he so fucking desperate?” You began closing your eyes again until a loud ding woke you up again.
JK (1:57 AM): Why didn’t you answer babe? I want to talk to you :(
You rolled your eyes and turned off your phone, getting back to your much needed sleep.
It was almost a routine with Jungkook, calling you at 2 in the morning expecting you to be down for some sexting. That boy didn’t know when to quit and you should have already blocked his number considering he’s been like this for 4 months straight. But you’ll be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like the attention he was giving you.
Not that you were the only girl, of course, because being the all-star soccer player he had half the school population begging for him. Hell not just him but the rest of the soccer team and you weren’t one to judge because your eyes would wander over to their table every once in awhile just like the rest of them.
Okay, so I’ve gone through Dream Daddy’s files, and have found the cult ending! I’m pretty sure you can’t actually get this ending, but I wanted to share it. I know I got frustrated trying to find it online.
“Like they either-” Sam tried to swallow the lump in his throat, each option he thought of sounding as intimidating “They either kill her off or… our (Y/n) ends up pregnant too.”
“Wh- what?” Dean blinked “No, man’t that’s- no it can’t happen, it’s just-”
“What?” Sam cut him off “Stupid? Is it, Dean? That’s the only thing I can think of. Yeah she was pregnant before and yeah they didn’t incorporate that in the show but it’s twins now. Her belly’s gonna grow twice as fast and twice in size, and that is definitely something you cannot hide.” he threw his arms in the air and Dean clenched his jaw.
He really didn’t know what he wanted less. To lose the woman he loves or to have to endure you getting pregnant with his brother’s child when he wished so badly he could be the one to make you a mother.
“I mean if you have any other ideas shoot but- I- I seriously have not stopped thinking about it ever since she told me about her pregnancy and I’m- I’m terrified. I mean the pregnancy aspect scares and excites me at the same time and I-” he shook his head “I don’t know about it but the-” he swallowed thickly, fighting the unpleasant feeling in his chest “The other aspect I can’t even dare to think about for longer than a second, Dean.”
my stream of consciousness during death note (2017)
So I finally watched this shit show last night, and kept a running document of every thought I had in order. Here are some of the top ones: (under the cut because….it gets a little long. it’s worth it though!)
From Now On - ~1k,
post 12.23 / pre s13, angst, companion piece to this (x)
Castiel has often wondered what happens to angels when they
die. It’s hard not to, having been responsible for the deaths of so many of his
brothers and sisters.
As it is, he’s never really feared death. He’s wanted to
live, of course; wanted to keep existing, keep fighting, keep his family safe.
But he knows he’s been running from death, from his punishment, for a very long
Justice, he thinks, would be to face his murdered siblings
now, and receive what is owed him.
Turns out he got off pretty easy.
There’s just nothing
here. It’s neither light nor dark, cold nor warm. Castiel supposes there’s a
wall at his back, because he’s leaning on something,
but there isn’t any kind of structure he can see.
The fact that he can
see at all is interesting. He still has eyes, apparently. Or maybe he doesn’t;
it’s hard to tell. Things are blurred, indistinct. He brings a hand up in front
of his face, but it’s possible he can only see it because he knows it’s
supposed to be there.
He’s been here forever, or possibly no time at all. Time as a concept is starting to feel
rather foreign. He thinks he should have a better sense of his surroundings,
but in this place his angelic senses feel sort of dulled.
At least the company’s good.
“Alright buddy, up and at ‘em. Get your ass in gear, it’s
time to figure out a way outta here.”
Dean is the only truly solid thing in this place. He looks
exactly the same, down to his map of scars and the pattern of freckles dotting
his face. Castiel thinks that if he could still touch, the rough callouses on
Dean’s hands would feel the same too.
“Tell me something, Dean,” Castiel says. “If I’m the one who’s
dead, why is it you’re the one doing
“Who says you’re dead, huh?”
Castiel raises an amused eyebrow at him, then looks down at
what he thinks is his chest. The bloom of red is still there, bright and shiny,
like a splash of paint that hasn’t yet dried. When he closes his eyes (if he
still has eyes to close) he can feel the blade pushing through him, piercing
his heart – fire made solid.
Dean waves a dismissive hand, pacing back and forth in front
of him. “Yeah, okay, fine. But just think about this place. Think about all the
other like, fifty times you’ve bought it. It wasn’t like this, was it?”
Castiel allows him that. “I don’t have any memory of my
other deaths. All those other times, there was nothing, no consciousness.”
“Perhaps I just don’t remember.”
“Or, this is
different, and you’re somewhere else right now.”
Castiel twists his lips in an ironic smile. “Maybe because
this time it’s permanent.”
Dean huffs now, angry. “C’mon, Cas. What the hell is with
all this defeatist crap? This isn’t you.”
Castiel leans his head back against the wall that isn’t
there and closes his eyes. “I think defeatism is pretty justified right now,
don’t you? Seeing as I’m dead.”
“I don’t know why I’m listening to you anyway,” Castiel
says. “You’re not really here.”
“Granted,” Dean says. “I’m just a sexy little piece of your
Castiel hums thoughtfully. “I didn’t know I had a
subconscious. Maybe I’m just losing my mind. If I have a mind to lose anymore.”
“Ooh, very deep there, Socrates,” Dean says. “Look, whatever
I am, I came from you, which means
that at least some part of you knows you’re not really dead, and wants to get
out of here.”
“This is the best possible scenario, Dean. I’m paying the
price for all the things I’ve done. Cosmic consequences, remember?”
“Screw that. Dodging cosmic consequences is practically our
full-time job. And by the way, ‘best possible scenario?’ What about me and Sam?”
“The real Sam and
Dean, they’ll be fine without me. They’ll keep fighting.”
Dean’s voice is hard. “That’s bullshit. And obviously, a
part of you knows that too.”
Castiel finally opens his eyes again. “Maybe,” he says
softly. “Maybe it’s just easier for me to believe that.”
Dean sighs, then comes over to sit next to him. If he tries
hard enough, Castiel can almost feel their shoulders brushing together.
“If you are a part of me, I think you’re the best part.”
“You comin’ on to me, Cas?”
“Why not?” he asks, lips curving into a small smile. “I’m
not going to get another chance.”
“You realize you’re basically hitting on yourself, here.”
Castiel nods. “I’ll take what I can get.”
Dean smiles at him, his bright eyes dancing with a light
that can’t possibly come from this empty place.
Eventually Dean breaks the long silence, serious again. “You
know, Real Dean, he’s probably out there right now tryin’ to make a deal. Bring
“He’d better not be.”
“But he will, you know that.”
Castiel shakes his head. “I’m tired. I think I deserve to be
Dean raises a skeptical eyebrow, voice knowing. “Oh really?
“I didn’t say that,” Castiel says. He runs his eyes over
Dean’s face, inches from his own. Dean lets him look.
After a moment Castiel clears his throat and turns his gaze
forward. “If you’re my fantasy, you’re not doing a very good job. Shouldn’t you
be wearing fewer clothes?”
“Hey, don’t look at me, you’re the one driving this bus.”
Castiel nods. “I’ll have to work on my imagination.” He looks
back over, but the space beside him is empty. Maybe it was never occupied to
“Right,” he says softly, voice hollow and dull in the
nothingness all around him. “I’ll see you later, Dean.”
Summary : You’re Peggy Carters grand daughter, living as much as a normal life as you can with a giant secret weighing on your shoulders. What happens when you ripped from your normal life, and thrown into the avengers hands?
" What the hell am I looking at ?“ I ask, my eyes stuck on the screen infront of the team. There is a young girl, her head hanging making her face not visible. Shes unconscious and tied down to a chair in what looks like a creepy old lab . Two men appear at her sides, the bright red Hydra emblem on there chests making everyone sigh in annoyance.
” you’ve got to be kidding me.“ I say under my breathe. I feel Bucky stiffen next to me , Poor guy. He can never seem to really escape them .
” Hello, Avengers. You have something we want, and we have something you want . You see where we are going with this?“one says, his thick accent already annoying me.
” Listen, I think we’ve made it very clear we arent giving up Barnes. Hate to break it to you , but he isn’t one of you anymore.“ Tony says , surprising all of us . Its been almost a year since we’ve been back, Tony and Bucks friendship still isn’t - well its actually not there. They say hello to eachother , but that’s about it . Neither go out of their way for the other ; Buckys too guilty about what he did as the soldier, & Tonys still hurting and resentful, and slightly sorry about how he reacted.
” You’re willing to let this girl die , for him? I don’t think SHIELD will be too happy with you. “ one snaps . Who is she ?
One of the agents lifts your head by your hair, your eyes shut and cuts over your face visible. Tony audibly gasps, slamming his hands onto the table infront of him.
” Tony who is she?“ Wanda asks . Tony turns locking eyes with me right away , but before he speaks the agents beat him ,
” Oh you don’t know? Avengers, meet Y/n Carter. Agent Peggy Carters Granddaughter. “ No. Me and Buckys eyes nearly bug out of our heads.
” Stark, -“
” Let her go, or you will regret It.“ Clint snaps, stepping infront of the screen. He knows her? I look at the girl, jaw dropping as I take in her features. She looks ridiculousy similar to Peg, more like she could be her sister than her grand daughter.
” You know the deal, The soldier for the girl. Otherwise we let the tranquilizer ware off and we slowly kill her . Or we could just do it now, she has enough in her to take down an elephant . She wont be up for-“
As he speaks Y/n’s eyes flutter open, going wide as she takes in her situation. My heart begins pounding in my chest as I see the panic on her face. How could I not know about her? I don’t remember seeing her at the wake, then again , I didn’t exactly have a clear mind. I wonder why Sharon never said anything.
” Where the hell am I ?“ her voice was rough , but still sends chills through me .
” How are you awake!?“ an agent bellows while the other laughs,
” It looks like the Rumors are true . Tell me darling, dearest grammie had to of given you the serum before she lost her marbles, right?“ As the last word leave his lips , Y/n Breaks through the rope around her, shocking not only the agents near her but most of the team as well. She has the serum? How did they replicate it? Why would Peggy give it to her granddaughter?
” Holy Shit.“ I hear bucky mumble. We watch as Y/n & the agents begin fighting, she finally knocks them unconscious after one tells her shes being held in somewhere in Moscow.
e She turns to the camera with an unamused look gracing her beautiful face.
” I’m in Moscow, ill assume ill see you soon, Uncle Tony.“
really i don't understand why kokopoop is selling this much that song is boring and it's not hype? you guys could just be making this up i wont be surprised >:// exo is nothing too compared to big groups like bts who write their own songs? that is talent >:)) your loser biases will drown on bts dust like the old smelly geezers they are
*pops knuckles one by one*
okay anon, first of all it is kokobop not kokopoop. it has earned four weeks at the number one spot on Gaon digital charts,
718,162 digital download on its fifth week, and is currently #1 on lots and lots and lots of charts - i don’t think it deserves to be called poop. again with this pathetic name insults - this is why i dont deal with five year olds ://
next, a song being “hype” is not a basis for a song to be called good or amazing. people aren’t always into those head bangin sweat inducing heart rate pumping kind of songs okay. we have our own preferences and we are supposed to respect those preferences (which you clearly have not good luck explaining yourself to more than a million people streaming and listening to kokobop in the last month)
AND PLEASE!!! we aren’t making this up JESUS CHRIST!! WE DON’T HAVE TO MAKE THINGS UP!! EXO ARE FEEDING US WITH THINGS TO CELEBRATE ABOUT WE DON’T NEED TO STOOP DOWN INTO THAT LEVEL LMAO. EVERY SINGLE INFO POSTS HAVE LEGIT SOURCES SO GRAB YOUR GLASSES AND START READING //FACTS// BEFORE WHINING IN MY ASK BOX.
also if your faves write their own songs, then good for them! they did well! yes that is talent and yes they are amazing artists - but hold your reigns little miss my-faves-are-better-than-yours-coz-apparently-i-think-only-my-faves-write-their-own-songs exo does too. wonderful wonderful tracks like she’s dreaming, lose control, heaven, lightsaber (the rap part was written by pcy) are all written by the members and let’s not forget the anthem of the fandom promise cause i still cry whenever i hear that and yes they composed and wrote it all. they also took part in writing the lyrics of their b-side tracks so i don’t know what you mean with your faves being better because they write their own songs because mine does too?? and they are still breaking records on top of all that so.
and hon, writing songs isn’t the only measure of one’s talents okay, not in the real world. just don’t.
lmao GEEZERS??? OLD????? our men are aging like fine wine sweetie, have you seen them cause hell yeah. i don’t ever see their ages being an inferiority or anything. your faves ages too okay it’s a normal part of life they teach us this in school come on.
so all in all, i dont understand why you felt the need to send this to me cause i am clearly just celebrating the fact that my biases have accomplished something great. i am in no way degrading your faves UNLIKE WHAT YOU ARE DOING RIGHT NOW. also like what my friends say, if you don’t think my group is not a threat to your fave’s success then why the effin hell are you in my ask box saying all these?
people throw rocks at things that shine, wow i guess exo is blinding you right now so you decided to come and visit me, an exo blog, to try and drag them down? honey, sweetie, no. just no. maybe some other time. but no.
Kang Daniel scenario where he is college student and comes to pick his girlfriend up after school, but get extra jealous because he sees how some punk dirtily tries to hit on her (maybe he gets a little violent towards a guy, eheheheh)! Please! And I reeeally love your writing style! It's amazing! I loved barista!AU, btw <3
Summary: Daniel becomes protective when a guy is crossing the line…
Warning: Violence and sexual harassment I guess, not really sure about the second one but considered it necessary to warn you nonetheless.
A paper landed on my desk in front of me. Annoyed at the continuous disturbance I ignored it, knowing fully well that he just wanted a reaction out of me. I was currently sitting in the classroom during study hall with the goal to study as much as possible in order to pass the upcoming midterm. Unfortunately, not everyone in this room had the same reason to be here as me. He noticed that I didn’t care about the little note and groaned rather loudly, causing some other students to turn around and ask him to be quiet. A couple of minutes passed by where there were no more disruptions and I finally let myself believe that he had given up for the day. However, to my displeasure, the sound of a chair scratching against floor made its way to my ears and soon he was by my side, leaning a bit too close for comfort.
“Why do you pretend like you hate me, princess? We both know your feelings are the exact opposite of that.” without a word I raised my hand towards him and pushed him backwards, causing him to fall off the chair and land on his back on the floor. The class erupted in laughter as I stood up and collected my stuff, too fed up with the prick on the floor next to my feet.
“I like them feisty.” was the last thing I heard before exiting the classroom.
His name was Sungmin, one of the boys in school who usually don’t bother anyone, except me that is. Ever since I transferred to this school in the beginning of this semester he had never left my side. He even ate with me and my friends, despite the dirty looks he got from us. For some reason, he has got it into his head that I am into him, which I am definitely not and the fact that I have a boyfriend already proves that fact. I told Sungmin that once and he just laughed at me, insisting on that I was just playing hard to get. Daniel, my boyfriend, knew nothing of these incidents, mostly because I could handle it but also because he would totally and utterly flip. He is the nicest, cutest, most adorable guy I could ever come across but he did have somewhat of a jealousy register. He is extremely protective over me and I don’t even want to think about what would happen if they ever met.
I hadn’t walked very far when I heard footsteps behind me and, thinking it was Sungmin once again, I groaned and turned around, ready to do more than pushing this time. To my delight, he for once had the sense not to come after me. I was met by my best friend Yuna who looked like she had been running a marathon by the time she stood in front of me, gasping for air.
“What’s up with you?” I asked and started walking, more calmly, towards my locker, Yuna now walking beside me, taking deep breaths.
“I just ran all the way from the art room to here just because your boyfriend is one hell of a special guy.” I stopped dead in my tracks at the mention of Daniel, he had never come here before and I don’t see why he would start doing it now.
“Are you sure it was Daniel you saw?” she nodded her head vigorously.
“I am pretty sure I won’t ever mistake his deep voice for anyone else’s. He wanted me to make sure you hurry up because apparently, he has planned something that can’t wait the whole day.” my eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. What is he doing here? Doesn’t he have his own homework, and job, to take care of? Disregarding my own suspicion, I started walking faster, causing Yuna to have to run again, which she very loudly complained about. I was by my locker within three minutes, practically throwing my stuff in and ripping my jacket out. Excitement bubbled within me and I couldn’t wait to exit the building and see my broad shouldered, handsome boyfriend and with that, I started sprinting towards the main doors. As soon as I was outside I turned my head left and right, desperately looking for Daniel whom I missed so much. When he was nowhere to be seen I started walking down the stairs but stopped once a voice I did not want to hear right now reached me.
“Ah, Y/N-yah, I didn’t really appreciate the aggression you showed me before.” with a roll of my eyes I turned toward the annoying source of the voice, Sungmin was standing by the doors, arms crossed and a smirk covering his face. Something was different about him, he gave off a feeling he didn’t have in the classroom. Everything that happened in there had just been fun and games to him but I got the feeling that everything just got serious. He took some steps towards me but I stood my ground. No way in hell am I letting this douche think that I’m afraid of him. He stopped right in front of me, only a couple of inches separated us. The smirk was still there and he raised his hand and brushed away a couple of hairs from my face. Daniel had done this multiple of times but when Sungmin did it it was just creepy.
“I do like them feisty, but that’s only because the feisty ones need to be punished.” at that comment I took a step back only to have him grab onto my wrist and click his tongue at me, almost as if he was disappointed at my reaction. I now knew that his actions were not indicating fun anymore, he had never touched me, never laid a hand on me, and now that he did he took this whole thing to a completely new level. He used the grip he had on my wrist to pull me closer until our noses were brushing, his eyes piercing right into my own. “You know I can make you feel good tonight.” right then and there he crossed the line and I was about to kneel him right in the groin when he was yanked away from me. It didn’t take me long to realise that Daniel had found me and that he didn’t like the situation I was in at all. He lifted Sungmin of the ground by his collar and slammed him into the wall.
“How dare you touch my girlfriend, huh!?” He slammed him into the wall again. “What gives you the right to touch anyone like that!?” again and again. He then threw him down on the ground and was about to deliver the first punch. That’s when I stopped him.
“Daniel! Daniel, stop!” I ran up to him and placed my hands on his chest, gaining his attention. He instantly abandoned the dizzy and scared Sungmin on the ground and focused on me, inspecting every visual spot of my skin and asking me if I was hurt. I wasn’t and I let him know that. He then looked me in the eyes and pulled me into a hug, not letting me go for a couple of minutes. He pressed me against his body so that my face ended up in the crook of his neck and his lips at my ear. He was running his hand up and down my back, just thankful that he came in time before that punk had gone even further with the harassment. After a while, he pulled away and held my face delicately in his hands.
“I am so happy you’re okay.” he then kissed me passionately on the lips, earning whistles from my friends, and pulled me away towards his car that was parked a bit further away. Once in the car he started driving instantly, I could tell he was still angry, even though he was trying to hide it.
“What did you have planned?” I asked in order to get direct his thoughts in another direction. He didn’t look at me but answered me nonetheless.
“I made reservations at that restaurant you liked since I can’t be here for your birthday next week I wanted to do something before I left for America.” I nodded, saying that I was thankful and that it sounded good all the while noticing how his knuckles became whiter and whiter for every passing second. I didn’t dare speak to him about the incident, not when he was driving, anything could happen, instead, I tried small talking with him until we arrived at the restaurant. However, I wasn’t the one to bring up what happened.
“How long has this been going on?” he asked me as we exited the car. I turned to him, hesitant if I should tell him the truth or not. Deciding that it was best not to lie I told him everything. During my explanation he got more and more agitated, he started running his hand through his hair, messing it up, and by the time I was finished he was pacing back and forth on the parking lot.
“Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“Because I had it under control….” he looked at me with a disbelieving look, causing me to approach him and wrap my arms around his waist. “…… and I knew you would react like this, I don’t like seeing your violent side, it’s scary, I like your loving side, the one you usually show me.” His annoyed expression softened and he pressed a kiss to my forehead, then he brought me into a second hug.
“Just promise to tell me in the future about things like this, okay?”
terrions: Could Virus get too close to Google and make him gain emotions? How would he handle that?
– Virus: Okay, what exactly gives you that idea, you moron?—A marketable AI such as him cannot feel emotions, because of some pretentious excuse for how ethical it would be. At least I THINK that’s it…
—Oh, well here he comes now; let’s see what HE has to say about this…
Google: What is going on why am I- what is- my core unit, my processors- I cannot- [Reversed]
Virus: …What the fuck?—Um, what?!—What the hell is going on?
Google: I can feel emotions.
I…cannot process. There is pain, Virus. I cannot decipher it.
Virus: This shouldn’t be happening—Your program has no way of processing complex human emotions—What could be causing it? Some kind of glitch or… Was that me?!
Well, you know what? Let’s just look on the bright side!—Now you can feel stuff like happiness and satisfaction. And here’s something for you:
I got rid of Bing for you—He had very poor defenses—Why do we even keep that guy around in the first place?—just sitting around, smelling and being useless.
Google: YOU DID WHAT TO BING?!
Virus: What the fuck, Google! I try to do you a favor and this is your reaction?!—So much for trying to make up after what happened last time!
Virus: I think you might wanna rephrase tha-
Come on! These things are expensive! I have to buy th-
This is going nowhere fast.—Peacin’ out bro!—I’M LEAVING.