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Daddy Devil  { Submission }

<– [Prologue] | [Dominance] | 

A/N: Lmaoooo the title is misleading xD but! In the context of the first part of this story, it makes sense lol. So there!

Anyway, here’s the second part of Daddy Devil! There was a lot of positive feedback on the first part, so I figured I’d give writing a second part a shot. Hopefully you all like it!

Consider it a belated Valentine’s Day present~ ;p

Words: 7,414

Genre: Smut/Demon!AU


Namjoon finds himself standing at the bottom of the regal staircase, face blank and cock grown hard between his legs. The clock on the walls ticks just past 3AM, and the entire house is silent—Hell, for once, seems to have quieted down.

But the thoughts in Namjoon’s brain are loud. The images from his dream continue to play in his head, and he scowls, fingers curling into fists.

Taut, rosy nipples—skin decorated with bruises and hickies. Thighs quivering, lips and chin slick with drool, ass red—but that smirk. That cocky little smirk that only belongs to one girl he’s had the pleasure of attempting to ruin, and that damn smirk belongs to you. A smart little girl in Jungkook’s territory, daring enough to deem him “daddy” and even more bold as to play games in his presence despite the fact that you had been at his complete mercy.

The way you’d reacted and bantered with him had been branded into his mind, and you’d been terrorizing him even though your physical presence in his life was lacking.

And tonight is not the first night you had entered his dreams and made him like this—cock stiff and weeping, his heart thrumming with the need to dominate and make you submit.

Yet…his dependence somewhat scares him, because he doesn’t need you, so instead he turns his frustration elsewhere—stepping forward and throwing open the double doors leading into the Play Room.

Girls are thrown over the couches and chairs, eyes groggily popping open at the sound of someone entering. They’re wearing nothing but collars or piercings, typically not needing clothes when their services are needed by many of Namjoon’s men throughout the day.

Eyes widening, the girls can hardly believe their eyes when they spot that its Namjoon who has interrupted their sleep, and any rude thoughts that had come to mind fly away. They all scramble to their feet, watching as Namjoon looks them over, their mouths already slack as their gaze drops to the tent in his pants.

“Don’t make me ask,” he simply states, voice gruff from sleep, and undresses himself before sitting down in an arm chair. Obedient as always, the girls immediately surround him, hands roaming his tanned skin and their mouths parting to release quiet moans.

Namjoon closes his eyes as they work, eyebrows furrowed as lips caress his neck and chest, a small hand boldly wrapping around his cock. They tug skillfully, a mouth descending to enclose around the head of his length. The wet warmth comforts him, coaxing his orgasm towards the surface, but even so he still feels unsatisfied.

These girls have no voice—no effect on him. They don’t make him cocky—don’t give him a challenge. They’re here to please and nothing more, there’s no feeling behind their actions, no reaction behind what they feel.

When he opens his eyes he sees a girl knelt before him, mouth engulfing his cock, her eyes locked on his, waiting to receive his approval. But that’s all she cares about, making sure the Devil is happy with her work, and that doesn’t get Namjoon off.

It used to, in the drunk hours of the night, but not now.

Now he only sees the girls face and wishes that she could be you—trying your best to please him earnestly, searching for a reward yet also getting off despite the pain. A spicy, yet innocent demon—one that he wants to get his hands on once again.

“Fuck,” he growls, reaching down and shoving the girl off of him.

“Sir?” she asks in surprise, nervousness overtaking her tone. Standing up, Namjoon quickly steps into his pants, cock still hard against his leg, and looks back at the girls. His eyes are dark.

“You all did fine, go back to sleep.”

With that he exits the room and storms up the stairs. When he reaches his private quarters, Namjoon slams the door shut behind him, feet gluing to the floor a few steps inside the room. His eyes lock on the spot where he’d first saw you—hands bound above your head, body bare and utterly perfect.

Hand sneaking beneath the band of his pants, his palm strokes his cock, breath turning shaky as he recalls his memory of that day. Your ass, your lips—the way your pussy had felt around his cock. The way you’d obeyed him yet had made sure to retain your independence with wit, and the thought of your snarky words alone has a growl building in his throat, wrists twisting and his eyes fluttering shut.

He recalls your slicked thighs and quivering muscles as he’d touched you, and his teeth grind, dick aching under his touch. The temptation of your wet, warm walls enclosing him and taking him so wonderfully is what sends him over the edge, a gravelly curse sneaking past his lips as he cums in his own palm, the white substance accidentally painting the inside of his pants as well.

Eyes reopening, Namjoon stares down at himself, eyes burning maroon as confused anger passes through his skull. He doesn’t remember the last time he got off like this—like a blushing virgin boy, jacking off to fantasies in his head. He’s always had people to service him—to do his bidding, to take care of his needs. And the girls eat him up, truly. A chance to pleasure the Devil—what lower level, horny demon would pass the opportunity up?

But now they’re not enough for him, and it’s frustrating to realize that he wants you. God, you of all people—a random demon he hadn’t even known about until two weeks ago. But…fuck, something about you has him yearning for more…

“Fuck,” he growls, running his unsoiled hand through his hair. Namjoon walks forward and steps out of his pants, discarding his shirt on the bathroom floor as he strides into the white-tiled room, hand reaching out to start the shower.

He wants you but he’s not sure if you want to see him again. After all, he’d taken you under his mercy, even if you had enjoyed it (at least judging by the way your body had reacted).

But why should he care about the way you feel? He’s the Devil, he can have what he wants.

So, attempting to push his worries aside, writing it off as an emotion he shouldn’t need to bother with (even though the question of: do you want him like he wants you? remains), Namjoon steps into the steaming shower and decides that the next time you come to his mind he won’t hold back. He’ll come and find you.


Darkness descends upon Hell, the artificial sun fading away. The sky changes shade as the ball in the sky fades from yellow to dimmed white, craters appearing on its surface—a little feature added to mimic the look of Earth’s moon.

Namjoon has always been interested in Earthlings and the way that their world functions, Jungkook muses, nursing the glass of juice the bar tender had passed him. Well—half juice, the other half is vodka, but he hates to drink it straight. He typically despises being teased by his hyungs as the youngest, yet in this instance he’ll resign to his younger age. Sweet drinks are still his favorite.

Taking a swig of the concoction, Jungkook’s eyes shift sideways, head turning as he survey’s the laden bar. Most of the patrons he knows briefly on a name or face basis. It’s his job as the 3rd level guardian to know those he needs to keep tabs on.

However, mixed into the crowd are unfamiliar faces as well—people who are likely from Hoseok or Jimin’s level. It’s rare that anyone from Jin’s or Taehyung’s levels ever comes up for a visit, and typically the high class demons of Namjoon’s domain stay mingled amongst their own rank. And, of course, people from Yoongi’s dusty basement don’t get out much either, or…ever, really.

Sighing, Jungkook turns on his stool and takes another mouthful of his drink. Slyly, his eyes glance to the corner of the room where you and your friends are sitting, chatting away about one thing or another.

A couple days after Namjoon had deposited you back home, you had bumped into Jungkook, slapping your hand against his chest angrily at the way he had treated you before. Jungkook had laughed, taking your hand into his own and bringing it to his lips, apologizing for his actions. “It was too much fun,” he’d said, which had earned him another smack, and then…an invitation for lunch. To talk.

You had wanted to know about Namjoon—what he would do next, if he would come for you again. Jungkook hadn’t been able to supply you with much of an answer. He had no idea how Namjoon would act from here on. To his knowledge, nothing like this had ever happened before. Sure, Namjoon had found plenty of girls over the ages to take into his bed for one night only, but…this was different. That’s what Jungkook sensed from the situation. And his suspicions had only been confirmed when you had—

Oh, and do you know what this is??” you had asked him, looking around with slightly flushed cheeks before you’d lifted up your shirt, revealing the small, shattered black circle on your ribs.

In speed unmatched Jungkook had immediately reached over, tugging your shirt back in place, his face so close to yours that you had seen the shock in his eyes.

“That’s the Devil’s mark,” he had said, sounding baffled, his voice quiet as he had fallen back into his seat. “I mean…it’s the guardians mark—we each have one—

Pushing a bit of energy into his palm, Jungkook made his own circular black mark appear.

“What…is it?” you had asked, and Jungkook had bit his lips, brows furrowing.

“It basically…is claim? Well–,” he quickly made to amend his phrasing. “The guardians use these circles as a way to keep track of the people we especially…want to keep an eye on. The mark allows us to sense any extreme emotions—pain, sadness, happiness…ecstasy…

Your eyes had widened, arms crossing over your chest, and Jungkook had stared back at you, unsure what to say.

“So it’s basically a leash.”

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{Special} College!AU Shownu
  • major: statistics 
  • minor: business management 
  • sports: star quarterback of the uni’s football team!!! 
  • clubs: joined math club and at first everyone was like,,,,,are you in the right place??? but shownu was just like “i like math.” and opened up his stat textbook and started doing worksheets for fun. also it’s not a club, but he’s the RA of his dorm floor
  • first things first: everyone always gets the wrong impression of him. like,,,,,,,when they see him in the halls or walking on campus their first thought is like “oh. he’s totally an athlete.” which is correct,,,,but then they’re like “he got in on a sports scholarship,,,,,he probably isn’t that smart,,,,,,,doesn’t he rely only on his muscles?”
  • WELL WRONG
  • shownu is incredibly smart and when people ask what his major is, expecting to hear him say something like “undecided” shownu very calmly and clearly goes “statistics. mathematics is thrilling to me.” with the most serious expression
  • that if you didn’t know him all that well you’d think he was like??? mocking uptight math majors???? but he’s not,,,,,,,,,,he really actually loves math
  • and he’s so naturally gifted at it that he ended up having to do an independent study on probable theory because,,,,,probably theory I and II were too easy for him,,,,,,,
  • the stat teachers absolutely love him because he’s so forward and realistic about everything, he like,,,,,,,,he embodies math
  • i know that sounds funny to say given that he towers over everyone in his class, has shoulders as broad as the ocean, and can probably lift three desks up in one hand 
  • but the way he does things, methodically and without error,,,,,almost robotic,,,,,,is very,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Math
  • but don’t get me wrong, shownu has his charms
  • he’s actually super,,,,,like,,,,,,fatherly like he’s the parent friend of his group because he’s so realistic
  • but it can also be kind of funny because wonho and minhyuk will be talking about a party the sociology majors want to throw and shownu will be like “as long as everyone is back at the dorm by 11.”
  • and maybe it’s the RA in him speaking but minhyuk is just like “shownu,,,,,it’s a party,,,,,,it starts at 11 not ends at 11″ and shownu is like “that isn’t a good idea if you have morning class. don’t you have morning class minhyuk? i would recommend you not go to the party, you get grouchy with no sleep.”
  • and he means it with the best intentions but he sounds like a dad from a movie policing his young son and minhyuk is like I DO NOT GET GROUCHY and wonho is laughing his ass off like minhyuk,,,,,,shownu’s right you’ll just throw a fit in the morning and minhyuk is like no wonho not you too what are you my parenTS
  • it’s also really cute that shownu loves to like,,,,do housework. he’s pretty good at cooking (he calls his mom when he needs a recipe or hyungwon bothers him enough to get him to cook something specific) and he likes keeping things clean
  • sometimes people find him with his glasses on, studying a cookbook that’s called like ‘housewives homey hotpot recipes’ wearing an apron he got as a gift from jooheon and it’s just,,,,,,,endearing
  • because under that he’s got like sweats on with a fitted t-shirt and there’s his muscles,,,,,,you know Being Big 
  • one of the football players on the team joked that shownu should bake some cookies for them if they won the nationals and when they did shownu actually baked a whole bunch of them
  • and they were really good
  • even the coach complimented them
  • and like no offense but whoever said boys can’t be athletic but also adorable-y good at frosting cookies into the shape of little footballs was a liar. shownu exists 
  • most often, when no one is looking, shownu can let himself go a little and like im not saying he breaks out into song in the middle of his dorm dancing to shakira’s hips don’t lie like there’s no tomorrow
  • but if ioi’s pick me comes up on the TV and no one is around to watch like,,,,,,,,,,perhaps he does the choreography JUST A BIT 
  • shownu doing the pick me dance while flipping pancakes though anyWAY
  • he’s an all-around amazing student, athlete, and friend. like he can juggle practicing for a game, data analysis homework, and making sure changkyun doesn’t bring anything from lab into his dorm all at once,,,,,,,,we should all strive to be students like him
  • calls his mom every weekend and tells her everything he did to the last detail like,,,,,,,,,what an actual big soft teddy bear
  • but yes you,,,,,,,,,don’t know shownu at all really. like the mathematics department is far from your department and you’ve never really crossed paths with him
  • you have seen his photo all over the school website, seeing as though he’s always there in some article about football
  • and you don’t really care, even though every one of your friends is always going on about how dreamy of man the star quarterback of the uni really is
  • but you don’t have much time, you’ve been juggling a whole bunch of schoolwork and whatnot that dating,,,,,,,,like,,,,,,,,,,,what,,,,,,,,,,,is that,,,,
  • plus big guys into sports were always loud and too self confident (from what you saw in movies) so you weren’t exactly interested in getting to know more about him
  • speaking of juggling a lot,,,,,you also had another worry on your mind aside from school work and that happened to be the stray kitten you’d found outside the uni’s library over a week ago
  • luckily the weather had been nice and clear so you’d been able to safely sneak over to feed the little kitten during the night 
  • always apologizing to it that you couldn’t take it inside with you, your RA would have your neck if you got caught with an animal
  • but see,,,,,,,this weekend it was supposed to rain. like,,,,,,really hard
  • there was a weather alert on all the roadways and people with saturday classes were all whining about how they’d have to make a dash through the storm to get across campus for class
  • but all your mind fixated on was,,,,,,,,the kitten in that little flimsy cardboard box wouldn’t last out in such heavy rain
  • so even if your RA found out,,,,you were sure that maybe MAYBE you could smuggle the little guy in through your hoodie and keep him inside until the rain passed. then you planned on putting up posters to see if anyone had lost him
  • so, on the evening before the big weekend storm you threw on the biggest hoodie you can find, take some canned cat food as bait, and go out to collect the little guy 
  • thankfully when you got there it looked like no one had yet found him,,,, you could hear his little mewing from the box and you were like hey!!! im glad you’re ok, taking out the food and opening it up
  • but before you could put the can into the box you felt someone behind you, their shadow towering over yours and you froze
  • “what are you doing?”
  • they asked slowly and you were like shit ,,,,,,,shit is it an RA??? slowly you turned and in the slight darkness you couldn’t see exactly who it was
  • but then the person was leaning over, their big hand going toward the box with the kitten 
  • and you grabbed their hand, trying to wrench it away but,,,,,,,,,,,,,you literally couldn’t it was like grabbing a wall why heck were they so strong??
  • but they weren’t shaking you off either and when you locked eyes with this huge, strong person you were like wait -
  • what
  • and the boy looking back at you,,,,,,you’d seen that face before but where,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,SHOWNU???
  • and he blinks, looking down at your hand still around his wrist and you’re like UM and you drop it and you’re like “plEASe,,,,,,don’t take the kitten away the storm tomorrow is coming and i just want to keep it safe please don’t hu,,,,,,hurt it,,,,,”
  • and shownu tilts his head and he’s like “hurt it? i was going to take it back to my dorm.”
  • and you’re like ??????? excuse me no I was going to take it back to my dorm
  • but you’re not about to say that to this tall, muscular man 
  • and you’re like “o-oh,,,,,,,,well i,,,,i also,,,,,want,,,,,,wanted,,,,,to take it,,,,,,um,,,,,,,”
  • and you kind of shuffle a bit, feeling uncomfortable because again : you’re alone with this person who could overpower you and it’s just natural to be afraid
  • but then you see shownu carefully pick up the kitten, sitting back on his knees and holding it against his chest
  • and it’s so tiny,,,,,,,,it fits into his palm
  • and he’s like “i didn’t know someone else knew about him” and you’re like,,,,,oh ive known for a week,,,,,,but i didn’t know if i should bring him to a shelter or if someone lost him so,,,,,
  • and shownu nods and he’s like “would it be better if i took him or you” and you’re like “how much of an micromanager is your RA?” and shownu is “im the RA of my floor”
  • and you’re like WELL THEN YOU WIN MY RA WOULD MURDER ME FOR HAVING A PET
  • and shownu can tell by the look on your face when he gets up is one that clearly says ‘i don’t want to part ways with this adorable kitten’ 
  • and so he puts out his hand and he’s like “,,,,,,,,wanna hold him a bit”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,yes,,,,and you cuddle the little guy up to your chest and you’re like “oh, take this!” and you use your free hand to pass shownu the cat food you’d brought along and you’re like “that way you don’t have to buy another one for tomorrow ^^”
  • and since it’s dark and you’re cooing at the kitten you don’t see how shownu holds the can, looking up at you rather softly because of how sweet that was of you
  • but when you pass him the kitten back you sigh and you’re like “ill trust you with him, but after the storm,,,,,,,i was thinking of making lost flyers for him or something,,,,”
  • shownu doesn’t say anything, but he nods.
  • opening up his hoodie, you see that he’s got a white sleeveless tank under it and once again there are those damn muscles everyone always drooling about
  • ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and they do look nice,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • aNYWAy 
  • and he like puts the kitten in the pocket of the tank and you’re like it’s so small it fits or maybe it’s because the shirt is large because shownu is large???? whatever he’s the math major here
  • and you’re like “,,,,,,,,,ill be going then”
  • and shownu is like “,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,after the storm,,,,,you’ll see him again”
  • and you don’t know if he’s like offering for you to come and see the kitten or if he’s just making a statement but suddenly some of the fear and nervousness you had about him and his ,,,, largeness,,,,, is gone
  • like,,,,,,,,,,,you can’t believe this but is shownu,,,,,,,the shownu from the football team who you’d assume would be cocky and mean,,,,,,,,is actually a Softie
  • (ding ding ding HE IS A SOFTIE)
  • and although you spend the weekend trying to finish up an essay and a project proposal ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,shownu holding that small kitten in his arms keeps flashing through your memory
  • and on monday you can’t help but subconsciously look for him everywhere, even making a purposeful trip toward the math department
  • when suddenly, just as you’re about to give up and head to dorms you feel someones hand on your shoulder
  • and you nEARLY juMP out of your skin with shock but then you hear a familiar, slightly monotone voice go
  • “the kitten is ok, do you want to see him?”
  • and you turn to see shownu, dressed up in a suit, hair slicked back and a briefcase in his other hand and you’re like,,,,,,,????????? 
  • and you can’t help but be like “a-are you going to work?”
  • and he’s like “my minor is business management. there was a mock interview today.”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,fancy,,,,,,but also why is that suit so fitted ok not the point the kitten THE KITTEN
  • and you’re like “where is he? did you put him back near the library?”
  • and shownu shakes his head and motions for you to follow him and you figure out quite quickly that you’re going over to the dorms and you’re like ??? “is the kitten still in your room”
  • and shownu, who heads for the stairs of his building nods and you’re like gdi the elevators work fine but ok
  • and when you get to his room, the door is open and you’re surprised to see that the room is really clean,,,,,,,,,like way cleaner than your dorm
  • and shownu sets down the briefcase and takes off the jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white button down 
  • and you’re like,,,trying not to stare, looking at everything else except him
  • and he pulls the little cardboard box off his desk and into his lap and picks the kitten up and you can see that the little guy is happy
  • meowing out loud and nuzzling its tiny face against shownu’s hand
  • and shownu holds it out and he’s like “here”
  • and you take the kitten, sitting down on the bed beside him and you’re like “it looks like he’s gaining weight!!! im so happy he’s healthy,,,,,”
  • and you see from the corner of your eye, a small smile tug at shownu’s lips
  • and then you see how the corners of his eyes crinkle just a bit along with the happy expression on his face
  • and wow ok everything you said before about not finding him adorable ,,,,,, weLL ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you’re startled when you hear someone come in and another boy is like “oh hyung, am i interrupting something?”
  • and shownu gets up and he’s like “jooheon, this is the other person who took care of the stray with me”
  • and you put down the kitten to introduce yourself to jooheon who looks you up and down and then shifts his eyes to shownu
  • and he’s like quiet for a moment before going “,,,,,,,,,,,,are you two a thing?”
  • and you’re like WHAT and shownu, with no change in expression is like “what do you mean?”
  • and jooheon looks to you for an answer (since his hyung is really so damn dense) and you’re like “n-n-n-no we just met on friday,,,,im just here to see the kitten,,,,,,”
  • and jooheon, who seemingly has a sparkle in his eye is like “huh, so how do you like shownu?” and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,he’s??????/nice
  • and shownu is like why are you asking them that
  • and jooheon just shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets and he’s like “that kitten is lucky to have two caring parents like you”
  • and you’re like PARENTS and shownu is like “kittens can’t have human parents”
  • and jooheon is like i gtg see minhyuk and kihyun right now immediately and you’re like who???? and jooheon is already gone as shownu sits back down on the bed and is like “he’s going to go gossip, ignore it”
  • and you’re like gossip???? about????/ us???????? oh my g OD??
  • but shownu is back to mindlessly playing with the kitten and tbh who cares about anything when there is a kitten involved
  • and somehow at the end of this, you find yourself with shownu’s number in your phone and you guys agree on planning someway to get this kitten back to their owners or to a good shelter
  • and you find yourself texting him,,,,,,,,,,about other things as well
  • maybe it’s because one day he asks ‘have you eaten’ and you end up asking about his mock interviews and stat homework
  • and shownu isn’t much of a talker, his texts are rather short and to the point too
  • but ,,,,,,,,,,,,, shownu is an extremely good caretaker
  • like whenever you’re over to see the kitten and work on making flyers with him
  • shownu makes sure you’re not hungry or too cold or too hot and if he plays music he keeps the volume low so as to not disturb you and he’s always telling you to sit at his desk and work on a flyer while he takes the uncomfortable floor
  • and he even starts to pick up on your habits like,,,,,you always forget your phone under your bag before you leave and he’s gotten into routine of picking it up off the desk and slipping it into your bag before you go
  • and he tells you that he bought the same brand of cat food you get for the kitten since you always bring it over
  • and then he tells you to work hard for your test coming up that you told him like a week ago
  • and shownu,,,,,before he even knows it himself jooheon is sitting with him in the dorm one night as shownu is finishing up the last flyer of his
  • and jooheon is like “you really like them right?”
  • and shownu is like “they’re a kind person”
  • and jooheon rolls his eyes and is like “yes, but you like them,,,,,,,a lot.”
  • and shownu stops coloring and he’s like “no i don’t.”
  • and jooheon nearly drops his phone on his face laughing and he’s like “hyung, you’re literally drawing cartoon kittens for this person and you even bought snacks that they like for when they come over. you like them.”
  • shownu kind of just looks down at the coloring pencil in his hand. ‘lost cat’ written in bold letters, clumsy kitten faces he’s been trying to get better at drawing scribbled across the paper
  • and he’s like,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • and you don’t want to admit it to yourself but god you even find yourself looking over at the football field as you’re walking past it to get off campus and go into the city to hang up flyers
  • and you can hear the coach yell from so far away and,,,,,,you can see him. shownu,,,,,in his uniform running across the field
  • and he looks amazing in the uniform and you’re like “Get IT TOGETHER” @ yourself 
  • and you focus on putting up the flyers
  • but that night you get a text for shownu and it’s like “were you ok today?”
  • and you’re like yeah!! i put up a lot of flyers but there’s some more left over that i want to put around campus too
  • and shownu texts back that he’ll help you and that you guys should meet at 1 tomorrow
  • and you get up immediately because right. you need to wear something nice,,,,,,,or do you,,,,,,,,,,,it’s just shownu,,,,,,,,,,,,but,,,,,
  • and you get back into bed and you’re like it’s nothing. you two are just hanging out because of this kitten that’s it
  • but when you see shownu waiting for you, leaning against the wall of the library in casual ripped up jeans, white t-shirt and bedhead hair you’re like oooooohhhhh here we go again with my heart skipping a beat and whatnot
  • and you go around campus with him and people are doing doubletakes, but shownu seems used to the attention and you get the remaining flyers up when suddenly shownu is like “we should put one up there at the top of the bulletin but i can’t reach”
  • and you’re like well if you can’t reach neither can i
  • and shownu is like “get on my shoulders.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,hold up 
  • and he’s like crouching down and patting his back and you’re turning a bit red
  • and you’re like “i,,,,,,don’t think-”
  • but he’s seriously not getting back up and you’re like, taking a breath and you’re like ok. it’ll be fast,,,,,
  • but wow ok getting on his shoulders and feeling his strong arms lock around you safely like GOD dammit why is he a perfect strong person
  • and you tape up the flyer and shownu lets you down so gently
  • and you’re just so embarrassed and flustered and shownu is like “we’re all done.”
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,  “th–thank you for,,,,,,,all your help” and shownu is like “we found him together, we should take care of him together”
  • and you’re like TO g,,,,ether,,,,but you’re also like yeah!!!! but in your head you’re like after we find his owner though,,,,won’t that together not be important anymore??
  • but shownu puts down his head suddenly and he’s like “jooheon told me something funny.”
  • and you’re like ??? “like a joke?” and shownu is still not looking up at you and he’s like 
  • “,,,,,,,,he told me i liked you”
  • and you’re like OH,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,um do you?
  • and shownu, running his hand through his hair picks up his head and is like ,,,,,,,,,,, “would that be alright?”
  • and he looks like a little shy kitten himself, his shy smile, his usually hard to read expression soft and his voice shaking just ever so slightly even though it’s usually deep and clear
  • and you want to be like is it alright????? it’s great????? it’s the best thing in the WORLD
  • but you’re also like i need to compose myself and you’re like “of course, is it,,,,,,alright if i like you too?”
  • and shownu straightens up, nodding slowly and you’re like WELL,,,,,that’s good it’s alright for both of us that’s,,,,a+,,,,,
  • but then you feel shownu’s hand against your cheek and you’re like oh what is he- is he going to kiss-
  • but before he can even lean in he stops and is like “no no no we shouldn’t in public”
  • and you stop for a second before bursting into giggles because fkhdsd how is he so shy and proper ,,,, it’s college everyone’s practically in each others pants all the time but,,,,,,,,it’s nice
  • and when shownu and you get back to his dorm, shownu announces that he’s going to kiss you for real this time
  • and you’re like you don’t have to say it,,,,you can just do it and he’s like im sorry i just wanted to check and you’re like ksdhgjfs how are you SO CUTE
  • and you feel so safe and protected when he pulls you into his arms by your waist and nuzzles his nose against yours before softly pressing his lips to your own
  • and you’re like,,,,,,,wow,,,,,,,,,he’s so,,,,,,,,careful with how he kisses it’s like he doesn’t want to break you
  • and you literally have to be the one to take the lead and shownu when he pulls back has got wide eyes and you’re like “too much??” but he just shakes his head and leans in again
  • jooheon walks in on you two basically making out and he’s like “i KNEW IT” and you want to say something but shownu is too busy telling jooheon to get out while also trying to pull your shirt back down
  • and it’s a mess
  • but do believe the entire campus knows two seconds later that you and shownu are an Item
  • mostly because jooheon looked so giddy that kihyun was just like “oh shownu is dating now?” and jooheon was like HOW DID YOU KNOW I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING
  • and kihyun was like ur face gave it away loser
  • and you get a flurry of texts from literally everyone you know on campus demanding you tell them the story of how you met and how in the world you scored THE QUARTERBACK of the uni’s basketball team
  • and you’re like “we meet,,,,,,,because we’re both good people also yes he’s the quarterback but did you know he’s a stat major and also a pretty ok cook he’s actually a lot more than just a buff dude appreciate my MAN”
  • and you both still concentrate on hoping to find the owner of the lost kitten,,,,and it’s only after you get a call from a very VERY happy mother saying she’d been looking for her daughters kitten who managed to escape only days after they’d brought her home
  • do you and shownu succeed in your mission to save the kitten and celebrate with a cute date to the nearby diner were you sit beside him, his arm around your shoulder and you feed him fries and you guys look through the pictures you’d taken of the kitten before you gave him back to the mom
  • and shownu has a lot of games thanks to how popular the uni’s football team is and even though you’ve never been a big fan of the sport - you go whenever you can and watch shownu intently, getting worked up when he falls over or gets tackled
  • and when you see him after, you practically push through the crowds to get to him
  • and when you do, he has to literally catch you because you’re like “are you hurt???? im so worried that tackle looked so painful???”
  • and shownu just smiles, kissing your forehead and telling you he’s fine
  • but shownu does the same with you,,,,,tbh if he doesn’t see you for a week and you finally meetup just to cuddle under the blankets and study for your classes you hear him whisper against your hair
  • that you’re so important, and that not having you near him makes him feel like he can’t be completely calm
  • that you relax him, with kisses to his lips that remind him that you’re ok
  • and it’s minhyuk who remembers you and shownu’s 100th day and he gets everyone together to throw you guys a surprise party
  • and you and shownu both have no clue until you walk into the common room and the lights come up and there’s wonho in a party hat, kihyun throwing confetti in your face and hyungwon holding a cake. jooheon puts headbands with hearts on them on your head and changkyun puts on some sappy love song and everyone is chanting that you two kiss
  • and you’re both like “we forgot today was our 100th dat” and minhyuk is like LMAO BUT I DIDNT NOW KISS wonho get the camera ready
  • and it’s cute you and shownu kiss, getting embarrassed because it’s infront of everyone while jooheon is like “they didn’t look that embarrassed when i walked in on the- ok hyung please don’t kill mE”
  • and you guys are supposed to cut the cake but you get some icing on shownu’s cheek and he puts some on your nose
  • and you guys even up with a mess
  • but it’s fun, all your friends and his friends are there supporting you
  • and, like the good RA he is, shownu ends the party before midnight and minhyuk is like “dammit i wanted to karoke love will go on for you two but whatever”
  • and once everyone is gone jooheon ‘casually’ lets shownu know that he’ll be staying over at minhyuk’s place tonight
  • and shownu is holding you as you’re together in his dorm,,,,and you’re like “a good RA should tell me i can’t be here,,,,,,,,” and shownu is like “i don’t want to be a good RA, right now”
  • and tbh,,,,,,shownu is strong and looks like he could break wood with his hand but his touch is literally the most tender,,,,,,compassionate,,,,,feeling
  • and his lips over yours makes you feel that he’s kissing a treasure, something so sacred and important
  • and you really feel connected to him because shownu never lets your hand go
  • and after he’s kissing up your jaw, pushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead
  • and you just can’t with how amazing he is you literally get on top and start kissing him again and shownu is like!!!!!!!!!!! but he isn’t going to say no,,,,,,,he really loves your enthusiasm
  • and you wear shownu’s jersey as a joke one day but shownu seriously gets addicted to the sight and keeps trying to get you to wear it again
  • and you guys aren’t a PDA, loud couple you’re just subtle and caring and shownu prioritizes you like the angelic boyfriend he is
  • and you’ll be like “oh i really crave korean food” and shownu will be like “korean food it is” and changkyun is like “i want burger-” and shownu is like “korean food changkyun, korean. food.”
  • and you’re like im sorry to changkyun as shownu takes your hand and changkyun is just like,,,,,,,we’re not shownu’s number ones anymore sniffles
  • even if you don’t do sports you got a matching tracksuit with shownu and he would most definitely be like “let’s start working out together”
  • except his routine could kill any normal person and so you’re like “please spare me, but i will try my best”
  • shownu really loves going to the beach but everytime you guys go as a group he’s like “wear a hoodie”
  • and you’re like “it’s 90 degrees out”
  • and shownu is like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, “still. put a towel over yourself” and you’re like oh my god
  • studies his stat homework in his sleep and you’re like ,,,,,,,,,,, shownu please shush
  • the kind of boyfriend where even if you burnt all the food you made him he’d eat it with a smile and ask for more and you’re his absolute everything. you’re his warmth
  • (literally called you the warmth of his heart and hyungwon was like bro,,,,,that’s so poetic,,,,,,,,,,,i never knew you had it in you) 

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12x17 I..... liked this episode ?

This is my first post-episode overview commentary because I just was surprised how much I liked this episode. There was still some wtf-ery but generally I enjoyed it and, well, I can’t help but link everything to Destiel these days and the Destiel itself was strong but man, the continued breaking down of the barriers to it becoming canon more textual just keeps coming this season. 

Dabb……

Originally posted by michael-scott-quotes

The women: Ok so I really hope they follow through on the Mary can actually “have it all” and I hope there’s a reason for Kelly’s characterisation like she’s being mind controlled by the kid, but other than that I’m pretty happy with this episode? Kelly textually said she was used. Yes, thank you.

Mary and Ketch - I didn’t…hate it? Ok so it’s a bit weird but only because we have info on Ketch that Mary doesn’t? To Mary he is her trainer, he’s charming, he helped save her boys…. she doesn’t know about Magda, Toni, maybe not even how vicious he can be…. and Mary is allowed her fair share of Winchester terrible sexual partners and she’s a big girl, she can do what and whoever she wants as long as it’s not hurting anyone. 

And there is a clear Destiel-related reason I am 100% OK WITH MARY MAKING THIS DECISION! (see below).

Crowley / Lucifer: I’m hoping this whole thing is just another set up like it was last Bucklemming episode, to be ‘fixed’ later, I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt there. 

Mick: I liked Mick, I wanted Mick to live even though I knew he wouldn’t really. At least now people wont be worried he’s replacing Cas. Oh well. Also, kind of re-cements Ketch as our bad guy. Will he still try to kill Mary? *drum roll*…

Omg the Saileen: They are cute, they HOLD GREAT EYE CONTACT and all the little smiles and flirting while at the same time wow badass hunter couple. And Sam learned more sign language?! And they talked before off screen after Coeur d’Alene and its implied they talked more than that?! Yes please! 

My head canon is that that night she still couldn’t sleep after killing whatisface snobby Brit guy (yeah, another snobby Brit guy, thanks for that), knocked quietly on Sam’s door, he wordlessly offered his hand to her, she climbed into bed with him, they cuddled and he comforted her, that is all. They are so pure and I love them.

They can be a badass hunter husband and wife and just all the cuteness.


Ok so the Destiel: 

Pining!Dean is what I live for in these kind of episodes. Whispers *Thank you Bucklemming*? 

Dean / Cas and Sam / Eileen clear romantic parallels all episode! Dean not deflecting and admitting he is worried to Sam! (Also aside - Dean admitting Mick drank him under the table and not posturing like he’s this big macho guy).

Dean called Cas 4 times… that day. I would also be worried, Cas always calls Dean back. They also text regularly. So yeah. Also the callback of Mick talking about Lucifer being in your boyfriend. Ouch. Also MORE Dean calling Cas away from Sam *satisfied face* - will add this to my already long phone call post ;) 

Ok, so the Mary/Ketch thing…

Personally, Destiel shipper hat on I hope that between the colt and this, when Dean finds out it will really cement his realisations this season about his feelings for Cas. 

If Mary can sleep with who she wants why can’t he? He’s put her on such a pedestal and she’s shown she’s human over and over again, this would cement it for Dean. And if Mary can sleep with someone she doesn’t love, who Dean knows is a psychopath (even if Mary doesn’t), why can’t Dean acknowledge his own pure, healthy feelings of love for Cas? I don’t know if I’m voicing this coherently but I have feelings about this ok. 

This season is just building so much to break down the walls around Dean / Cas: 

1. Dean generally is letting his facade down and letting his real self shine through, see ALL the meta about the whole of season 12 plus the textual whole episode of 12x11 showing us this is what we are meant to be seeing and getting from all this.

2. Cas was / is still thinking about where he belongs. Dean was / is still worried that everyone he loves will abandon him. THESE THINGS TIE IN TOGETHER AND ARE TEXTUALLY TIEING IN TOGETHER THIS SEASON.

3. Sam and Eileen are / could be a cute hunter couple and a great example. Sam doesn’t have to rely on Dean if he has someone else. Dean can move on himself much as a single parent often does once they know their child is emotionally OK. Check. 

4. Mary shows him that he doesn’t have to worry about *shame* on the family. She might even say something to this point about herself if they discuss this (I’m looking at you leaked argument between Dean and Mary in 12x21).

5. Cas has told Dean that he loves him. And yes I will go on record AGAIN to say that Sam and Dean both had an acknowledged, directed, written, face of REALISATION when Cas made the clarification and made clear the first I love you was to Dean alone. Even if it wasn’t (pffff), it was written ambiguously for a *reason*.

6. And….

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

It seems Dean is realising now how ‘fragile’ Cas is. He is no longer on the ‘Cas’ll be fine’ band wagon. HE IS NOT MAD, HE’S WORRIED.

There is a reason twitter is awash with - 

WHERE IS THE ANGEL?! 

- every episode since 12x12 (even 12x15 only had marginal Cas and no real Dean/Cas other than both times it was gloriously, clearly, romanticised).

We are supposed to be worried, to be missing him because Dean is worried and missing him and off course this flows through to the show’s narrative and they’re making us feel this (and I’m sure Sam too of course but its not the same).

Dabb. I see you.

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Seven

Summary: You explain everything to Kathryn after faking your way through the rest of the convention. Back in Vancouver, you and Jared have to have a serious talk about the future of your pregnancy
Jared x Reader (mentioned Jared x Gen, Jared x Reader x Gen), Jensen, Kathryn Newton
Words: 4.6k
Warnings: pregnancy, angst, smut
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Series Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

For once, you were grateful that you were flying back on Monday morning so that you were able to spend Sunday night in the hotel.

You promised Kathryn that you’d tell everything to her that night, seeing as the small break for lunch really wasn’t enough time to explain yourselves properly.

She agreed to keep it quiet and, seeing as she didn’t have any panels left where she might accidentally slip up, you trusted her.

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When in Doubt, Swing it Out

I’ve been super into the electro swing genre lately (I blame @kaxpha for playing bomb music in their art streams) so I wrote this little blurb of a fic. Enjoy!


Lance had most definitely had better days.

Not only had been woken up by a surprise training drill by Allura, but he had barely slept a wink anyway thanks to some not so friendly dreams due to his spike of homesickness as of late.

He sat on the couch in the main lounge, sighing as he scrolled through his cellphone, a reflex that he had yet to have broken. There obviously was no cellphone reception in space. But, fortunately, Pidge had brought her phone charger with her in the backpack she carried when this entire crazy adventure started, so at least Lance could look at the pictures. Him at the Garrison with Hunk and Pidge, him at the beach in his hometown, his mom, his siblings, his family.

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It’s funny how everyone likes to question Clarke and her leadership abilities. Always knocking her down for the choices she makes. Nothing she does is good enough, every decision is judged. Yet when it comes down to it, no one else puts themselves forward, they come running to Clarke when they are faced with a serious situation. In ‘Tinder Box’ when Octavia is found not to be breathing, panic and shock kicks in and no one knows what to do. It’s Clarke who pushes her worries and fears aside. In fact she doesn’t leave time for her feelings to cloud her judgement. Her only goal is to protect her people, make sure they survive and it’s always been Clarke that steps up and takes charge of the hard situations so the others don’t have to. No matter how difficult they may be.

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Locked In (Part 7)

Originally posted by subcas

Summary: Detective Winchester is back home but things are tense around town after everything that’s happened…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Pairing: Detective!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,600ish

Warnings: language, mild violence

A/N: A happy part? Did it finally happen?…


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Puppy Love

I wrote this last night at 2 AM haha
I go back to school on Monday so I’m trying to get as much content out now as I can
Hope you guys like this one! xx

Title: Puppy Love
Pairing: Barry Allen x reader
Summary: You get a puppy, but Barry is a little bit wary of your furry friend
Word Count: 1,596
Warnings: Food mention

Your name: submit What is this?

             "I want a dog,“ you announce to Barry one morning during breakfast.

           Barry nearly chokes, spitting out his coffee. "You what?” he asks, still coughing.

           You giggle at Barry’s reaction, handing him a napkin to clean up the drops of coffee on him. He gladly accepts, an embarrassed flush on his face. You didn’t expect to surprise him so much with the prospect of a dog.

           "I want a dog,“ you repeat firmly. "I think that would be a good step in our relationship.”

           "Y/N, are you sure?“ he asks you, setting down the coffee-stained napkins. "I mean, a dog is a big deal.”

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Imagine Dean finding out you’re pregnant

It wasn’t your intention for Dean to find you like this. Both brothers had meant to be out all day yet when you heard the heavy boots in the hallway you couldn’t move, body numbed to the spot.

“Sweetheart?” He instantly panicked when he saw you on the bathroom floor, knees tucked into your chest and not moving an inch. His heart ached when he noticed your tear stained cheeks and puffy red eyes. All he wanted to do was comfort you. “What’s wrong?”

You slowly slide the pregnancy test towards him, afraid to met his eyes. He didn’t even have to look at it properly to know it was positive.

“You’re… you’re-” He choked on his word, the sentence not quite forming. You nodded wordlessly anyway, gaze staring straight ahead.

“Okay.” He ran a hand down his face, snapping out of it as his head cleared slightly. This wasn’t ideal and neither of you wanted a child, not while you lived the life you do anyway. But Dean pushed all that aside, his worries and doubts fading as he joined you on the floor.

You didn’t put up any fight as he pulled you into him, sobs erupting from you as you soaked through his shirt. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s going to be okay.”


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Feeling Hot on Hoth (Obi-Wan x Reader)

Prompt/Request: You and Obi-Wan are on a mission and end up in a very tight spot…literally.
Warnings: Suggestive themes.

“Why does she have to come along? It’s a simple mission we can do it ourselves. She’ll just get in the way.” Anakin complained to his master, low enough so your ears won’t pick up the words.

There was some truth in what he said. You weren’t needed for this particular mission, but Obi-Wan insisted you accompany them and so did your captain. As a trooper who recently completed their training, you lacked field experience. Obi-Wan agreed to bring you along on some missions to help you get the necessary experience.

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Idk if you do fantasy aus but maybe #18 with vampire hoseok?

✎ things you said when you were scared ✎
2.2k words ; romance + fluff [ pg-13 ]

Originally posted by osyub

a/n: ok so ive never tried fantasy but im p proud of this i like how this turned out :’)

When Hoseok first told you of his condition, you had laughed him off, pinning it down on the fact that he’s downed one too many shots and had an imagination that couldn’t compare. However, the sobriety in his voice, the plea in his eyes were enough for your laughter to die in your throat.

“You can’t be serious.” You blinked, a nervous chuckle slipping past your lips to hide your trembling fingers in front of you.

Hoseok’s eyes had dropped to your hand holding the cup, before his gaze flicked back up to you as he licked his lips. You froze in your seat and he realized at the same time what the action had implied. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I don’t know that.”

“I’ve been with you for a year now. You know I would never hurt you.”

“This is a joke.” You gulped, tightening your hold around the glass in your hand. “I’m going to wake up and a hangover will be the death of me and this will all be a nightmare.”

A flicker of hurt passed through his eyes. “I wish it was.”

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Lovehandles (Mick x Plus Size!Reader) Imagines - Fluff/Comfort

Imagines:

Team Legend has some down time after helping the Resistance take down Grant Wilson (Slade’s son) in 2046. Upset that he’s forced to leave, Mick looks to you for comfort…

*~*~*~*~*

“Get over here.”

Mick pulled you into his lap.

The force of him tugging you backwards caused much surprise, making you land on him with all your weight.

You couldn’t help but flush bright red with embarrassment. “Mick, what are you–”

He didn’t even let you finish.

The pyromaniac simply slipped his hands underneath your shirt and gave your love handles a firm, desperate squeeze. A high-pitched squeal sounded from you, causing Mick to grunt.

“Dammit, Babes,” he breathed heavily against the crook of your neck. “Stay still…”

“But, Mick…” you whined.

He bit down you, hungrily.

More squeezing and rubbing. This time, the gargantuan man grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up, just stopping beneath your breasts. The pale, flabby folds of your skin spilled out from underneath your clothes and you couldn’t help but feel ashamed of your appearance.

Out of habit, you threw your pillowy arms across your stomach.

While Sara and Kendra had always been kind and supportive, constantly reminding you how beautiful you were, you never felt confident in your body. You weren’t attractive like them, fit like them…

Hell, you don’t even know how Mick could ever fall for someone as…well, big boned as you.

So the fact that he was doing all of this…

You lowered your gaze. “I don’t…I’m not comfortable…with this…”

Mick grumbled. “Why not?”

“Because I–”

“You’re fucking beautiful,” He interrupted, voice gruff and low.

Without warning, he hooked his hands underneath your arms and - somehow, without much issue - was able to hoist you up the nearby table. He stood up abruptly from his seat, knocking the chair over, as he took position between your legs.

You began pulling your shirt down. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he lied.

Your brows furrowed worriedly. “Are you sure…?”

For a moment, Mick appeared conflicted. As if he didn’t know whether he could trust you or not.

No surprise.

You have been only going out for a couple weeks, and prior to, the only person he had ever trusted was his partner, Leonard. The two had been best friends since their initial meeting in juvie; but, when they came back to the Waverider after defeating Grant Wilson, the two seemed…distant…

Like they had gotten into a fight.

Maybe that was it?

You couldn’t help but ask. “Is it Leonard…?”

At the mention of his partner, Mick narrowed his eyes and grunted. “Why, the little bastard say something to you?”

And their it was.

The sore spot.

You shook your head. “No.”

Pressing your lips together in a firm line, you reached out to hold his hands. He seemed to stiffen under your touch - only for a few seconds or so - before forcing himself to relax.

“You just seemed upset,” you started in a very cautious tone. “Plus, you’re being extra touchy-feely with me.”

The pyromaniac let out a derisive snort. “Can you blame me?”

Placing his broad, calloused palms on your hips, he scooted you closer against him. You let out yet another small yelp. Mick pushed your worries aside, and lifted your shirt up once more.

“C’mon, Babes,” he struggled against your arms to keep you from tugging your shirt down. “Don't…”

You furrowed your brows. “Why?”

“Because…” he let out a heavy, partially-irritated sigh. “It’s the only thing keeping me from beating he living hell outta Snart.”

Eyes wide, you couldn’t help but blink and stare at him. “Really…?”

He nodded. “Plus…I just really wanna touch you.”

And with that, Mick dipped down and hungrily pressed his heated lips against yours. He rolled your shirt up once more and secured his hands at your sides, fingers sinking in to all that you had to offer.

For the shortest while, you felt uncomfortable, very self-conscious; but, once you were sure Mick wouldn’t initiate more than you were comfortable with, you relaxed into his hold.

“God, Babes…” he groaned. “I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you too.”

From The Start (Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader

Chapter: 1/?

Summary: It was the note: you found it on the floor on your way to French class, nearly everything scribbled out with only a few legible sentences. “I’ve got to end this on my own terms, and I can’t let anything, not even you, stop me. I’m going into the woods on December 1st and I won’t be coming back.” Though it was impossible to make out the name of the writer, you were sure you could save them. You had a month, after all. It was November 1st.

Word Count: 1871

Warnings: depression, bad self care, suicide notes

Tags: @pay-youreffingtaxes, @linmanuclmiranda

A/N: so here it is, the fic that i didn’t shut up about for weeks. it’s going to be pretty long, and incredibly life ruining, so good luck surviving the whole time- if you can even make it through without cringing at my shitty writing lmao.


It didn’t begin with him. It began with the note.

It was the last thing you expected to see lying on the floor, and certainly the last thing you wanted to see, because you simply didn’t have the time to deal with this- you were already late to French and this didn’t help matters, yet as you picked up the crumpled up piece of paper and attempted to make out the words, French class seemed to matter less and less.

The paper was a letter of some sort, handwritten in blue ink that looked as though it had been frantically scribbled over after having being written, which didn’t really help matters at all, although you couldn’t exactly complain since you were technically invading someone’s privacy by reading it.

Only one paragraph was legible, and it seemed to do quite a good job of summing it up- perhaps it was better that you didn’t read the rest.

“I never meant to hurt you, but there are things that are inevitable, and as much as I regret having to say this, hurting you is one of them. It feels like I’m drowning- I’ve been drowning for quite some time, and when you’re underwater for so long, you begin to think that there’s a possibility that you can continue to live like that, constantly on the verge of death, but you can’t. I can’t. I’ve got to end it on my own terms, and I can’t let anything, even you, stop me. I’ve already decided, I’m going to the woods on December 1st and I won’t be coming back.”

And you knew nothing: you knew not who the letter was from, as the name, like the rest of the letter, had been scribbled over and rendered illegible. You knew not who the letter had been intended for.

Yet you did know one thing: whoever had written it was going to kill themself on December 1st, unless you managed to do something about it by then.

You weren’t stupid: you knew that you couldn’t just leave the note where you’d found it and hope that everything would be okay, because you cared about this person. Even if they were an asshole, no one deserved to feel helpless.

Of course, you could always turn the note into the office and leave them to do whatever it was they thought would help- but what could they do? It wasn’t as though the writer of the letter would just babble out their sorrows to the shitty school counselor, it was clear that they were far past that point.

Then again, what could you do? You were far out of your element, wading knee deep in the vast stormy ocean that the letter writer was drowning in, and you couldn’t brave the water on your own and save them like this.

But you had to.

You had to try, at least.

You had one month, thirty days: the date was November 1st.


There were very few things that you kept a secret from Phillipa. The letter was one of them. Knowing the contents of that note already felt like an invasion of privacy- to even think of telling someone else would have been a betrayal. However, your best friend knew you far too well for you to be able to conceal that something was wrong.

She kept her gaze fixed on you, taking a bite of the inedibly dry school pizza without taking her eyes off you.

Lunch was, by far, your favorite part of the day: sitting on the bleachers with Pippa, talking, laughing, or even just eating in silence.

Above you, the sky lay a deep and astringent blue, cutting deep and leaving scars in the pattern of long lost, never spoken whispers trailing out behind you.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You cut your gaze upwards to meet Pippa’s, watching as the words died on her lips before she’d even had the chance to open her mouth.

Pippa’s cheeks flushed a pale pink. “Sorry. But you look- are you-”

“I’m fine,” you snapped, cutting her off mid sentence. You stared down at your lap to avoid having to see her expression. Dragging out a sigh, you continued. “Sorry. I’m just… fine. I’m fine.”

The image of the note crossed over your mind, the words swimming before your eyes. Pippa could tell that you were lying, yet she didn’t push it. She never did.

Perhaps that was why you felt so tempted to tell her.

“I found something,” you began, your stomach churning at the thought of the letter and the date. “I was walking to class, and… I… I can’t talk about it but it’s just… it’s bad.”

Pippa studied the expression on your face, trying to figure out whether it was truly as bad as you were making it out to be, or if you were simply being dramatic.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured her- though the writer of the letter might not be. “I’m just stressed.”

“You say that a lot,” Pippa observed, leaning back on her hands. “You’re stressed- we’re all stressed. That doesn’t mean that you need to keep everything a secret.”

“I know.” You drew out a helpless sigh and finally allowed yourself to look at her: eyes blown wide, strands of dark hair trailing out behind her in the wind. “It’s just personal stuff.”

Pippa quirked an eyebrow upwards but she didn’t push it. She turned her gaze to the ground: grass telling no tales of joy, considering the placid half-grey it grew. It was as if it simply didn’t have the heart to grow anymore, and had instead resigned itself to self destruction.

Much like the letter writer.

Without realizing what you were doing, you slid your hand into the pocket of your jeans and closed your fingers around the note, making sure it was still there. You’d typed it up on your phone in case you happened to lose it, but you still wanted to make sure that you kept the note with you at all times.

December 1st.

The date echoed about your head, sending shivers of anxiety through your body.

Coming up from nowhere, a thought hit you like a truck. What if the person was someone you knew?

“Pippa?” you asked, unable to cover up the worry in your voice. “Don’t ever- I mean, not that you would, but don’t ever do something… bad.”

Pippa frowned and brushed a few strands of dark hair out of her eyes. “Bad? Like… illegal?”

“No, bad like- like…” You trailed off, shaking your head helplessly. “Nevermind.”

It was stupid to have thought the note had belonged to Pippa. She’d never do something like that- besides, you would have recognized her handwriting had it been her that wrote the letter.

Yet you still felt a connection to the person, perhaps because you’d read something so personal of theirs, and you would do anything to help them. Surely a month was enough to find them and talk them out of it.

Right?


Ever since he was little, Lin had loved to write. Little was an unfortunately broad term- Daveed, who had a few inches on him, still considered Lin to be little despite him being eighteen. But whether he was eight years old or eighteen, he still loved writing.

It had always come easy to him. Natural. Never before had he been forced to second guess his words, scribble out and rewrite.

Yet he’d struggled for hours on the note, drawing out his worst thoughts like spools of thread as he tried to convey them in the letter, yet none met a single end. He’d written several drafts, every one of them failing to meet his standards.

Whether by sunlight or moonlight, he found himself hunched over at his desk, scribbling across scraps of paper and waiting for a time in which those words could mean something. Anything.

He couldn’t quite recall how long it had been since he’d sat down at his desk that morning- perhaps an hour? Two? He didn’t care enough to glance up at the clock.

As time passed, he became aware of someone watching him, but he didn’t look up, refusing to acknowledge their presence. He knew who it was, the only person who cared enough to visit him.

“Lin?” Anthony spoke softly, his voice calm and gentle like tiny ripples in a lake. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Even as he answered, Lin kept his head bowed over his notebook. And then- “Why are you here?”

“I needed to make sure you were alright.” Anthony stepped further into Lin’s bedroom, letting the door close gently behind him. “I… well, you. You worry people.”

Lin set down his pen. “You don’t need to worry about me.”

Perhaps he really could convince himself that he spoke the truth, yet he was far too smart for that. But he could convince everyone else, at least until it was too late.

“You barely come to school anymore,” Anthony supplied. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you eat. You’re always in your room with all the lights off. You look like you haven’t slept in weeks. I think those are reasons to worry.”

Pushing his notebook aside, Lin turned to face Anthony. “Look at me, look. I’m fine, see?”

Anthony raised his eyebrows up towards the ceiling. “You look like shit, Lin. And that’s the nicest way I can put it.”

Lin’s shoulders slumped and he leaned back in his chair. He couldn’t deny that Anthony was right- his hair was messy and unwashed, his grey hoodie hung loosely around his thin frame, and the bags beneath his eyes only served to prove Anthony’s point.

“You should be at school,” Anthony told him, crossing the room to turn on the light and open the window.

“So should you,” Lin pointed out, wincing in pain as light flooded the room. “Did you really cut class just to check up on me?”

“I had a free period.”

Lin drew out a sigh and pushed himself up off the chair. He stumbled slightly, but Anthony caught him before he hit the floor. “Thanks,” Lin mumbled, using Anthony as a crutch of sorts.

“You really need to get out of the house,” Anthony decided. “I’ll cut you some slack on school today since you look like you could fall apart at any minute, but you’re going tomorrow.”

“Ant-” Lin tried to protest, but Anthony cut him off.

“No arguing, you’re going. You’re going to shower and get some goddamn sleep and you’re going to show up at 8:30 tomorrow morning or I swear to god, I’ll come to your house and drag your ass out of bed.”

Lin forced a laugh, pushing back dark, unwashed hair out of his eyes.

“See? I knew you could smile. Now let’s get you out of the house.”

“Yeah, no way.” Lin pulled away and fell back against his bed, glaring at Anthony. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Anthony sighed. “Fine. But you’re going to school tomorrow, and you can’t argue that.”

Fine. Tomorrow.”

After all, what did one day at school matter when come December 1st it would all be over?

i’m as nervous about discovery as anyone else but like fuck anyone who’s already wishing for its cancellation based on one trailer as if the first two seasons of tng weren’t shit

every single trek series (except maybe tos) started off unsure and then got better as time went on as the writers figured out what worked, were given more freedom, or actually listened to fan feedback

yes there’s a huge chance that discovery isn’t going to be what we want it to be and there’s a smaller chance it isn’t going to be that good at all but this show provides so much amazing potential for trek to become greater than it ever was before and take huge strides forward

discovery deserves a chance to prove itself and have the opportunity to become what it really could be, and i’m ready to give it that chance, all of my worries and complaints aside

(except for trying to force usa and canada to buy cbs all access to get it; that’s not cool but it is also out of the control of the writers so)

Bts reaction to being your first kiss:

Anon requested: Hey! Can you do a reaction where BTS members wants to kiss you but you tell them that this is your first kiss? Thanks


Jin:

Originally posted by kths

You didn’t tell him out of nerves, because Jin might as well be the most comfortable person to be around in the entire world. So when he knew, he just smiled and asked if you want him to be your first, obviously knowing the answer is a yes but he just can’t help his gentleman side.

Suga:

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

A tease, but still wants to make it special. It will probably go something like, “You saved it for the right man” before taking your hands ever so gently and leaning in to kiss you softly, not wanting to rush things in your first kiss.

J-Hope:

Originally posted by hohbi

He will be so touched, that he will stray off the topic. Hobi will probably start ranting on about how happy he is that you are his first and you would be standing like okay please proceed with the damned kiss. Definitely the type to pull your body closer to his, engaging all your senses in your first kiss.

Rap Monster:

Originally posted by hongshiyoung

So mature and confident. All the sweet gestures and skin to skin contact served the purpose of making your first kiss as memorable as possible. Namjoon wants the memory of his lips on yours in carved on your mind forever.

Jimin:

Originally posted by parkjiminz

“I guess I’ll save it for another day then” he will joke, making you slowly lose your temper which resulted in a playful kiss. The purpose of all the sulking he was pulling off was to get your mind off what was worrying you.

V/ Taehyung:

Originally posted by chimchams

Games aside, Taehyung will be leaving you craving for more. When he dropped his playful attitude and pushed you against the wall, cupping your face with his other hand, he exerted so much passion on your lips, you could practically taste it. He will leave you wondering why on earth did you take so long to tell him when it felt this right.

Jungkook:

Originally posted by minshookgi

It would be right to say that he is going to be all awkward and shy about it if we are talking about Jungkook 2 years ago. Now that he has grown up, he is going to smile with blazing confidence. Aware of the wonders his lips can create upon contact with yours. “And I will be your last too baby”. However on the inside, Jungkook’s inner fireworks have exploded and his heart would practically pound it’s way out of his ribcage in happiness.
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The following day Riley met up with Zay. By then he’d learnt of Riley’s arrival through Lucas and was coaxed into giving Riley a letter. The second Riley took the envelop with her name scrawled on the front she knew the handwriting belonged to Lucas. Reluctantly she accepted it and slipped it into her bag. 

Twenty-four hours later Riley sits in her London bedroom with the unopened letter resting on the sheets in front of her. Nervously the brunette chews on her thumbnail unsure if she should open it or not. Riley knew the letter could only contain another apology from Lucas, after their talk on the subway she’s sure that would be the nature of the letter but still she cant bring herself read it. 

Luckily she’s not forced to ponder that option for very long as her parents call out for her to join them in the living room. Riley picks up the envelope and slips it in her desk drawer. Out of sight, out of mind. 

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