would have been the best if it weren't for what happens right after

anonymous asked:

MC jokingly puts a gift wrapping bow on her head and tells the RFA that she's their present when they ask her if she got them a present for their birthday how would they react of they weren't dating mc but had a huge crush on her?

Gah. I’m sososo sorry for not writing recently D:

b u t hope you enjoy ^~^


MC as a Birthday Present ♡


  • (March 12th)
  • Everyone had been busy on his birthday…except you
  • (He was quite bittersweet about it. He was happy to spend time with you but… but… why didn’t anyone make time for him on his birthday?!?!)
  • So you decided to take him out to a LOLOL con, surprising him with tickets– WHICH WERE SUPPOSED TO BE SOLD OUT, SO HE WAS REALLY SHOCKED
  • He almost cried tears of joy when you showed him the tickets upon meeting up, and jumped to hug you reaaaaally tightly
  • …only to realize what he was doing
  • “Wahhh!!! I’m so sorry, MC, I got a bit too excited…” he apologized, his cheeks so red that it rivaled Seven’s hair. He inched away from you, feeling ashamed of himself
  • After all, he was a strong believer in only acting intimately with your significant other!! More importantly… he really, really liked you… It was kinda embarrassing to act so bold…
  • But you laughed it off, and dragged him by the hand to lead him into the convention center
  • There was SO MUCH MERCH
  • all of which he couldn’t buy
  • He hadn’t been prepared for this, after all…
  • You noticed his teary eyes as he stared hopelessly at everything… and ended up buying him a few charms
  • He also spent about half an hour following cosplayers of his favourite character, and you had to push him towards them
  • Needless to say, it wasted a lot of time but hey, whatever, it’s his birthday
  • When it was time to go home, he honestly didn’t wanna go back… He wanted to spend more time with you. Nervously, he asked, “H-hey, MC… wanna come over to my place? B-BUT NOT FOR ANYTHING BAD, it’s just getting late and you shouldn’t go home alone… a-and I want to spend more time with you…”
  • The last of his words came out as a whisper, his hands covering his cheeks in embarrassment
  • He asked so cutely though. Of course you followed him home :D
  • When you reached the apartment, though, he couldn’t unlock the door for some reason, so he ended up asking you to try. As you did, he began to say, “Uhm, thank you for today. It’s really the best gift I’ve ever received…”
  • You paused in your movement, a small laugh escaping your lips. “But that’s not even my gift! Jumin got the tickets… Hmm, I do feel bad I couldn’t properly prepare a present, but…”
  • You took out a gift-wrapping bow and placed it on your head. “But you could have me instead~?” you joked
  • His heart was going W I L D, gosh what are you doing to this poor boy!?!
  • His eyes narrowed with determination as he grasped at your shoulder. “I’d want you,” he said quietly. “That would be the best gift in the worl–”
  • “HEY, HANDS OFF!” The door flung open, revealing a mad, glaring Zen. “I know it’s your birthday, but there’s a limit to how selfish you can be!”
  • Yoosung gaped at the interior of his apartment, decorated with streamers and banners and presents. Jaehee offered a sheepish smile, “Surprise? Well… Zen kind of ruined it…”
  • Yoosung quickly removed his hand from your shoulder, already regretting his bold actions from before. “I-I WASN’T DOING ANYTHING TO MC!!”
  • With an irritated look, Zen crossed his arms intimidatingly, his muscles bulging, a sadistic smile upon his face. “I think it’s time for some birthday punches, don’t you?”


  • (April 1st)
  • “Do they seriously think we don’t notice them?” Zen sighed, pressing his face into his hands. “Grrr, I thought I’d finally be able to have some alone time with you…”
  • You tilted your head, “Alone time…?”
  • His cheeks flushed red as he tried to cover up his mistake, “N-no! But I mean, it’s just, I’ve hung out with everyone else separately before and uhm, I was just excited to hang out with the new member too?” Despite his acting skills, he found it difficult to act and well, essentially lie, to you…
  • “It’s okay, we can still do whatever you had planned… I’m sure they’ll tire of us soon,” you offered a gentle smile, easing him of his worries. He nodded in consideration of that, and returned the smile.
  • Unfortunately for the both of you, they didn’t get tired of you. In fact, they had somehow managed to prank Zen at every street you guys crossed…
  • There was an entire street that suddenly advertised cats and had cat fur outfits on display, making Zen sneeze the entire time… then there were bouquets of flowers thrown at Zen which wasn’t bad, except that they were wrapped with catnip which attracted seemingly HUNDREDS of cats??! …not to mention random flour flying through the air, landing near the two of you…
  • “They’re such children!” Zen fumed, narrowing his eyes. Despite the glare, he still looked handsome, captivating all the women (and even men) around him. Whispers spread amongst the crowd, and there was suddenly a mob sent after them after someone screamed “It’s Zen the actor!!”
  • (run omg)
  • You spent the entire day running from pranks and fans, finally taking a break in a dark alleyway… wait, dark? The two of you stared up at the stars overhead. Well, that was a birthday wasted.
  • Zen plopped on a trashcan, sighing heavily. “I’m sorry you had to go through that because of me… It must’ve been really annoying for you… ugh, and this had to happen even after you so graciously offered me your entire day to spend with me. I’m so sorry…”
  • He looked so guilty even though it wasn’t his fault, you felt your heart aching for him. Pranks like this happened year after year, the pranks of April Fool’s Day preceding birthday wishes.
  • “Cheer up, Zen! I don’t really have anything to give you right now, but… you can do anything you want with me!” you beamed.
  • He stammered, “W-wait, anything I want…?”
  • Control the beast. Control the beast. COntrolcontrolcontrolcontr-
  • “Yep! If you want someone to clean up your house- since you live alone, or tend to your every need for a day, I’m here!” you said with determination, pointing to yourself.
  • Zen let out a deep breath. Haha, riiight…
  • He buried his face into his hands. Goddammit, you were just too cute.


  • (December 28th)
  • She hadn’t expected anyone to do anything for her birthday O_O
  • “MC, th-thank you for doing this,” she murmured softly, cheeks flushing a light pink as she gazed at you with nothing but gratefulness in her eyes (much to your disappointment, that is)
  • “You don’t have to thank me~” you grinned, swinging an arm around her cheekily. “I love you after  all~”
  • She brought a hand to her lips as she let out a soft chuckle, murmuring to herself quietly, “So this is what it’s like having a best friend… It’s nice to be cared for.”
  • Choosing not to comment on that, you laced your fingers through hers, gently tugging at her hand to drag her towards the train station. “Come on!” you exclaimed with excitement
  • The two of you sat next to each other on the train, your head resting on her shoulder as you shared your music with her, the pair of earbuds connecting the both of you. The train moved quickly towards the mountains, every bump on the tracks causing the two of you to press closer to each other. Although you didn’t mind, a light blush coloured Jaehee’s cheeks
  • She shyly stared at your reflection in the window, watching as you gradually nodded off. She gently stroked your hair, soothing you to sleep…
  • You woke up just in time for your stop, pouting at Jaehee for not waking you up earlier. The two of you arrived near the peak of a mountain just as the sun began to set. 
  • “Waaaahhh, I lost so many hours of being able to talk to you by falling asleep!! Why didn’t you wake me?! I wanted to spend all of your birthday with youuuu…” you groaned. Your cute antics made her laugh, and you found yourself smiling with her, noticing how delighted she looked.
  • Her soft, gentle gaze made you blush a bit, and you quietly walked beside her on the mountain trail. It was a silent walk, albeit not uncomfortable. Soon, you neared the warm red-orange hues of the sun, finding an opening behind the trees.
  • From where the two of you stood, you could see all the way below the mountain… the surrounding forest of colourful leaves, the stream flowing into the glacial lake… all under a pinkish-purple sky with rays of light raining upon the view.
  • It was mesmerizing, and you reached for her hand, grasping it tightly as you admired the natural scenery together…
  • While it only lasted a few minutes, it had been a beautiful experience for both of you.
  • “Thank you, MC… It’s really nice to see something like this, especially since I’m cooped up in the office most of my days. Although, it does make me appreciate today even more… I’m glad I got to experience it with you. Oh… you don’t happen to have another gift, do you? Haha, I feel like I’ve already received so much from you,” Jaehee murmured, blushing slightly.
  • You fidgeted with your fingers, then pointed at the ribbon in your hair. “I actually wore this b-because I don’t really have a gift… all I can offer is myself…” 
  • Although she stared at you with a lost expression, inside, her heart was H A M M E R I N G. Even more than it does for Zen!!
  • Her fingers trembling, she gently pulled you into a hug, thinking to herself, ‘MC’s too cute and innocent… oh, I really don’t want anyone else to see her like this… I just… want her all to myself…’


  • (October 5th)
  • Why.
  • The one word repeated itself in your mind over and over again like a mantra, beads of sweat rolling down your face as you tried to maintain a smile.
  • There you were, sitting across from none other than Jumin Han in a high-class… EMPTY banquet hall. He had reserved the entire place just for the two of you.
  • “J-Jumin… today is your birthday… shouldn’t I be treating you?” you asked him nervously, eyes shifting as you felt awkward in the empty vicinity.
  • He cocked his head in confusion, “Am I not allowed to take you out somewhere of my choosing on my birthday?” (sigh, he just doesn’t know how to express that he wants to spend time with you)
  • “Well… when you put it like that…” you frowned, still feeling  extremely awkward and guilty.
  • “Then there’s no problem, is there?” he chuckled in amusement, a brief twinkle in his eyes.
  • Luckily for you, the tension simmered down to nothing as the hours stretched on and the conversation flowed through.
  • The sky was still a fair azure blue when the two of you stepped out, despite the nearing autumn. “Jumin, I still don’t think it’s right that you’re treating me when it’s your birthday… Let me make it up to you, pretty please?” you jut out your lower lip slightly, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
  • “Hm… what do you have in mind?”
  • You smiled in relief, then instructed Driver Kim where to go in whispers, making sure Jumin wouldn’t find out. “Hehe~ It’ll be a quick drive. Put this on, I don’t want you to find out where we’re headed!” You handed him a black blindfold, and his breath hitched.
  • ‘What I wouldn’t give to tie that around MC’s eyes and—‘ he caught himself, shaking off the perverse thought. Instead, he offered a strained smile as he let MC put it on him, shivering slightly from the feeling of her fingers in his hair.
  • The duration of the ride was fairly quiet, as you kept whispering details of the location to Driver Kim. When you led Jumin out of the car, laughter and music found its way to his ears. He furrowed his eyebrows, not quite recognizing these sounds. You finally removed the blindfold from his eyes, allowing him to see the festival you’d brought him to.
  • His eyes widened, “This is…?”
  • “A fireworks festival to celebrate the full moon! It lasts the whole week, and I’m just glad I could bring you here… I just thought it’d be nice to try something new,” you explained, blushing shyly at the end.
  • Jumin felt an overwhelming adoration for you welling up in his chest. He had never been to a (commoner’s) festival before… let alone celebrate his birthday in any other way than a fancy dinner…
  • As excited as you were to drag him around the booths, he ended up dragging you around, his curiosity getting the best of him as he took interest in each stall, feeling amazed by everything.
  • …It was almost sad to see that, by the end of the festival, he still hadn’t won a single thing from any of the game booths. His lips were curled into a permanent pout, eyebrows furrowed in determination to shoot at the stuffed cat.
  • BAM!
  • His mock-bullet flew towards the cat! …and knocked off its bow instead.
  • The old man managing the stall shook his head in pity, “You’ve got some terrible aim there, young lad… Tell ya what, I’ll just give this bow to you. Try again next time, buddy.”
  • Jumin stared at the bow with a frown, wondering what the hell he was even supposed to do with it. He turned his back on it, stomping off like a kid. (Zen: hah, what a sore loser!)
  • You chased after him, grabbing the bow before you left. He seemed to be heading back to the car where Driver Kim was waiting, and you grabbed his arm before he crossed the road. “Jumiiin, it’s the first thing you’ve won from a festival, shouldn’t you cherish it more?”
  • He scoffed, “I have no use for it. Keep it.”
  • “Hmmm. Theeen, since I don’t have a gift for you today…” You clipped the bow to the front of your shirt. “You could have me instead? Hahaha~ Just kiddi-”
  • His face had neared yours in the middle of your sentence, eyes dark with desire at your words.
  • “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, MC…” he said huskily, staring into your eyes like he was about to devour you.
  • Your cheeks flushed red at his words, backing away slightly. At that moment, Driver Kim pulled up to the curb and you just L EA PED inside.
  • Startled, Jumin stares after you, bursting out into laughter. Secretly, he thought to himself, ‘MC never fails to amuse me… If she was mine… would we able to spend time like this all the time? Hm.’


  • (June 11th)
  • “No.”
  • “Yes.”
  • “I said NO, dammit, don’t get another duck!”
  • Seven pouted as he turned his head towards you, his hands still operating the claw machine. “But MC, all of the prizes are just sooo cute!!”
  • “There’s no difference,” you deadpanned.
  • He gasped, HORRIFIED that you would say that! “This one is smiling! And this one has sunglasses! And this one has its tongue sticking out… and this one has a wink… What do you mean, there’s no difference? I’m disappointed in you, MC, tsk tsk.”
  • Before you could even begin to protest, he winked, “Besides, it’s MY birthday after all. And you’re my slave for the day~”
  • At that, you shut up. How did this happen again?
  • Ah, right. It all started when you had jokingly—ahem, let me say it louder for the redhead in the back, JOKINGLY said that you’d be Seven’s birthday gift.
  • -Flashback-
  • Your bedroom door swung open and CRASHED to the floor, awaking you immediately. “GoOd morning, MC, it’s my BIRTHDAY!” Seven yelled, blowing into a toy trumpet as he waltzed around your room. It was 7 in the morning. jfc seven, NO.
  • Not long after you got dressed, he began pestering you for a gift. Truth to be told, you had no idea that it was his birthday, so you didn’t have anything prepared… (He’s a hacker, he keeps all his personal info to himself! It honestly wasn’t your fault)
  • You rolled your eyes, taking a red pen and drawing a ribbon on your wrist. “Well, you could always have me as your present instead…”
  • His eyes shone, and you already regretted letting those words leave your mouth.
  • Back to present time, you were walking around the arcade, holding all of Seven’s prizes in large bags… 
  • Grumbling, you muttered, “I still don’t know why I have to do this…”
  • He paused in his steps, cocking his head to face you as he smirked, “Would you have preferred to be a different kind of slave for me, hmm, MC~?”
  • Cue the jaw dropping.
  • And the blush ;)

anonymous asked:

What do you think would happen if the Paladins were to meet the Serenity crew? (Let's ignore that Firefly takes place in another solar system but if it weren't for aliens the furthest humanity would be from Earth in VLD is Kerberos)

Uh, I’m going to just take this down to the macro-level and do person by person rather than the crew as a whole, because I think overall the Serenity crew would try to avoid all this Voltron nonsense.

Also keep in mind it has been a while since I last watched Firefly.

Shiro would have respect for Mal as a leader and interest in Wash as a pilot, but I think it’d be Zoe who he looks up to.  She’s cool and in control and military and badass and so Shiro’s just a bit starry-eyed.  Then, obviously, there’s River, who I think Shiro would actually be wary of at first?  He can very easily draw the line between his symptoms and how she is, and I think at first that’s a little too real.  Shiro spends a lot of time downplaying/ignoring his symptoms so having someone have them so helplessly openly displayed would creep him out for a bit.  But he’d get past that quickly and I think they’d really get each other in a way no one else in their respective crews really does.

Lance and Wash would immediately hit it off and the universe is doomed.  Doomed.  They’re best friends now and Wash is teaching Lance how to pick up the ladies, because he landed Zoe and man oh man, Wash wins.  Lance probably also takes a lot of solace in the fact that Wash is so cool but still feels outclassed sometimes, but it’s okay because he’s still rad.  It helps contextualize Lance’s own self-esteem issues.

No, wait, I take it back, Kaylee meets Pidge and Hunk and then the universe is doomed.  Her sunshine attitude immediately endears her to Hunk, along with her sheer technological prowess and ability to improvise with hardware (which is also Hunk’s thing: Pidge is big ideas and bigger applications but Hunk is ‘I made this thing work and otherwise we would have died, and Kaylee understand that with a heavy heart and a proud smile).  Meanwhile, Pidge also appreciates someone who can be so girly and also so mechanical.  Kaylee would immediately want to play dress-up with her, and Pidge finds it nice to be a little girly after so long of enforced not.  It’s a little like being Katie again.  

Pidge also immediately takes solace in Simon, I think.  She gets the sibling devotion on a visceral level, and she finds it awesome to see it from the other side.

Meanwhile, Jayne has little patience for all these kids running around.  They’ve got jobs and places to be and these rugrats are underfoot.  He does take the time to corner Hunk and ask where he got that gun because Jayne likes those bayard things.  He likes them a lot.  Hunk has to say they have the only five in the universe, and then it’s immediately a battle to keep Jayne from stealing one.  He does manage, and is very distressed when it won’t react to him at all (Jayne, honey, if there was ever a lion for you, it ain’t Green).  He is, however, the only one can eat the Space Goo without blinking, which at least makes Coran very happy.

Jayne thinks he might be okay with this Keith kid, because he’s like, the fighter one, right?  But no, Keith is not fond of Jayne in the least.  Mostly, Keith finds the Serenity crew really Loud and so not really people he wants to spend a lot of time with.  The exceptions to this are Simon, Book and Inara.  Of them, he likes Book best, so long as he trusts he’s not getting preached too.  Loud people follow Simon around, and Inara has too many instincts to draw him into conversation.  Simon does remind Keith a little of how Shiro was.

Allura might be a little… distressed by Mal?  Who is not only not very Leaderly tbh, but he’s also still in the process of stomping around and pretending he doesn’t like these kids at all, no sir.  He doesn’t want to be associated with Voltron, he doesn’t want to stop when they need a job, nope no no (no one on his crew is fooled in the slightest).  She’s also taken by Zoe for many of the same reasons Shiro is (and Zoe is a little pleased that both of them take to her), but I think the one she ends up sticking with is Inara, actually.  She appreciates that Inara makes time for her world and culture, even out in the Black in bad situations, and she really likes swapping stories with her.  Shiro will also join in for the tea ceremonies if he’s asked, because it’s not the same but it’s close.  Allura finds the whole thing fascinating.

Meanwhile Book and Coran are BFFs now.  Calming older-relative kick-ass types with words of wisdom and possibly darker pasts need to stick together.  They radiate so much combined I-must-tell-you-a-moral-story that most of both crews are avoiding them.

I won’t do the ‘who would get what lion’ thing because I don’t think it works when there’s already paladins.  But there is definitely a lowkey plan to steal a lion.  Not serious ones but… just in case.  Always good to be thinking.

It’s nice for the Paladins to get a taste of home, if nothing else, and everyone comes out of it with some brand new, very dirty curse words, and basically each other’s business cards.  If you ever need a hand (”If you ever need saving”, thinks Team Voltron.  “If you ever need to hire us and pay us money,” thinks Team Serenity)


Title: So What, It was 2002.

Prompt: Quidditch Kiss Cam

Pairing: Viktor x Hermione

Word Count: 6,855

A/N: spied this on another tumblr reblog >u> (also some things have been changed to make the story work, like ireland instead of egypt) And obviously I don’t own anything involved! Also I’m not entirely up on all the things on Quidditch(that and I haven’t written anything in forever) so if I get some things wrong bear with me! It’s all for the plot progression. I’d imagine Hermione is like 21 with Viktor being 24? I’m terrible at math though, so sue me.

Also located here https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11528913/1/So-What-It-Was-2002 for your reading pleasure.

To say that the night of the 2002 Quidditch World Cup was the event of the year would have been an insulting understatement. It was far more than just two teams competing for a higher glory that would stick around for the next four years. When it had been finally revealed that the two teams facing off were to be Ireland and Bulgaria there was definitely a split second of silence before an uproar of cheers from watching households of the last semi-final match of Bulgaria against Egypt.

There had always been that underlying sense of long awaited redemption from Bulgaria upon their 1994 loss and everyone knew the subtle, quiet rivalry that had carried on afterwards as well. After all it had been nearly 10 years since the loss; anyone with half a brain could figure out this was the Bulgarian Team’s shot at overcoming their previous defeat and specifically to whom they had lost against.

Ironically enough, the hosting pitch was in the original location of Dartmoor. It had been a last minute decision to have it in Quidditch Trillenium Stadium, a verdict that had obviously been made to create more popularity for reliving the 1994 World Cup. Of course the stadium would have to be refitted to hold more wizards and witches if the already astounding ticket sales were anything to go off of.

The Weasley group had done their very best to acquire tickets for the World Cup because while having seats at the very very top were better than no seats at all. Unfortunately, with the skyrocketing popularity for this year there was no such luck in the air for them. All tickets regardless of their expense seem to have been bought out already.

There was certainly a sour mood in the air for the bunch as this meant they’d all have to huddle up to watch the game on a rather small telly. Something that they had recently acquired and were still trying to figure out.

“Are you sure there weren't any tickets left mum?” Ron whined in a child-like manner. He, for one, was beyond excited with the incoming rematch. Harry looked expectantly at the matriarch of the family along with Ron. Hermione had simply shook her head whilst passing through to another room, an owl treat in hand.

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murphydog3  asked:

Can you do some sort of fic where Percy is shirtless and Annabeth sees the scars that she knows weren't from monsters and she asks Percy how he got them and he tells her about Gabe beating him and his mom? Please? Or like some head cannons?

I’m gonna do an AU with punk!percy if that’s alright (and they got a lot darker than I meant for them to)

  • Percy and Annabeth have been semi-sort of-not really dating for about a month now.
  • The reason it’s a kind-of-sort-of relationship is because Annabeth knows that her parents won’t like Percy just because of the tattoo on his forearm and the leather jackets that sits on his shoulders most of the time. 
  • She hates that it’s like this, but Percy has been so amazing over the past few weeks that most of the time she just can’t believe that she gets him and gets to have a wonderful best friend/boyfriend in her life. 
  • So they’re hanging out one night in her room, and her parents are gone out of town for the weekend on a conference for her dad’s work. Annabeth technically isn’t supposed to have people over (and probably not a boyfriend kinda guy), but she really doesn’t care when Percy suggests they go outside and take a swim. 
  • She nods enthusiastically, pushing him out of her room and saying that she’ll meet him at the pool in the backyard. She changes into a black bikini that’s still new because she never had the nerve to wear it before this, and it seems like the kind of thing that Percy would like. 
  • (Not to mention he’ll probably get the nerve to finally kiss her.)
  • Annabeth grabs two towels on her way downstairs and slips out onto the patio. The lights in the pool are on, so it’s dark except for the light coming up from the pool. 
  • Percy is standing at the edge of the pool. He’s already stripped down to his boxers, and he hasn’t seen her yet. Annabeth watches with a small smile as he dives into the pool. 
  • When he comes up for air a second later, he spots her and grins, waving his hand for her to come in. As she gets closer and he sees her more clearly, Annabeth watches his face and eyes darken to a heavy expression. 
  • There are butterflies swarming her stomach, but she ignores them. 
  • She dives into the pool, swimming over to Percy and spitting water in his face. He laughs and splashes her, and they have a water fight until Percy grabs her wrists and hauls him closer to her, pressing her against his chest. 
  • She sets her hand on his right shoulder, and smiles at him. His hands settle on her hips. She can feel his muscles in his shoulders shift as he pulls her closer, and her hand slips over his skin until she feels a rough indention on his upper arm. 
  • She frowns, looking down at it. “What’s this?”
  • Percy’s voice is rough when he says, “Nothing. Look at me.”
  • She glances back up at him, and his eyes are heavy, like he really wants to kiss her, but when she moves closer and lets her hand slip to his back, she feels another indention. 
  • “Percy,” she says, “what are these?”
  • Annabeth runs her hands over them, looking closer until she realizes that they’re scars. 
  • “Do we have to talk about this?” he asks, turning her head back to his. “We could do… something else.”
  • “After,” she promises. “Now tell me what these are.”
  • Percy sighs, looking away from her. He drags her over to the side of the pool, and they sit on the concrete side by side, holding hands. “Before my mom married Paul, she was married to another guy. His name was… uh, his name was Gabe. And he was. Fuck. He was fucking terrible, okay?”
  • “Okay,” Annabeth says, worried about where this is going. Percy’s voice is shaking, and she’s honestly never seen him like this. 
  • “I was 12, I think. When I realized that he was hitting my mom,” Percy says. Annabeth sucks in a surprised breath. “He’d been doing it for years, and I was so young that I always believed the stories that my mom told about tripping and hitting the door or bumping her arm on the counter or whatever it was that day.”
  • He takes a breath before he keeps talking, hand tightening around hers. “The first time that I saw a bruise on my mom after that, I punched Gabe in the stomach.”
  • “What happened?” Annabeth whispers. 
  • “My mom was screaming, clawing at him to let go of me when he grabbed me and threw me to the ground. He said if I was old enough to hit like that, then I was old enough to be hit like that. He kicked me until my mom broke a vase over his head,” Percy explains. His voice sounds weird, and there are tears in Annabeth’s eyes now. “It didn’t do us much good. He hit her and made me watch.”
  • Annabeth runs her fingers over the scars again, but before she can say anything, Percy says, “I think that’s what those are from, but there are so many others that I can’t really remember. I try to forget about it.”
  • “What… what happened? In the end?” Annabeth asks. 
  • Percy finally turns to look at her. “It was about a year after the first time he hit me, and I came home with bad grades for the term. I was trying to talk to Mom about it, but when Gabe came in and saw it… He said a lot of bad stuff, and then he… he–”
  • Percy’s voice breaks, and he squeezes his eyes closed. Annabeth’s tears leak down one of her cheeks. 
  • “He burned my hands. With the stove. Said I was too stupid to notice probably. Mom was… Mom was screaming and I was screaming and I didn’t even notice when she came back in with a gun.”
  • There’s a long pause before Percy says, “Police said it was self defense. Judge said that the planet was better off without him. There wasn’t even a trial.”
  • Annabeth waits long enough to be sure that he’s finished talking before she says, “Percy, I’m so sorry.”
  • “I shouldn’t have told you all of that,” he mutters, kicking his feet in the water. 
  • She turns his head to face her. “Hey, you can tell me anything.”
  • “Yeah, but…”
  • “What?”
  • He shrugs out of her grasp. “You think differently of me now. Probably think I’m pathetic.”
  • And really, that’s the worst thing that he’s said this whole time. 
  • She takes his chin in her hand again and turns his face back to he has to look at her. Her other hand slips to rest on his chest over his heart. “Percy.” 
  • He finally looks up at her with wide, green eyes. 
  • “I would never think that about you,” she says softly. “You’re so strong. I couldn’t imagine… You’re so strong, okay? And you’re amazing and kind and gentle and I… I love you.”
  • Percy’s staring at her. His voice is rough and husky when he says, “Are you sure?”
  • “Of course I’m sure.” And just for good measure, she leans forward and whispers it into his ear and against his cheek when she presses her lips there. 
  • “Okay,” he says, and his voice sounds a little broken, but when he wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer, she breathes out a breathe and decides this is where she wants to be for forever. 

anonymous asked:

Correct me if I'm wrong but didn't Vilde make the "real bus boss" post about Sara? Also weren't some of the bus girls, when Sana overheard, saying that Vilde told them Elias called Sana slave, without context? What happened to Vilde was awful & no one should have to deal with being bullied like that but she certainly dumped on Sana to fit in on that bus. It's sad that Isak figured out something was wrong before the girl squad. It annoys me that Sana will end up groveling while they get a pass.

halla anon! 

yes, right now it does seem like vilde has said some stuff about sana to the other girls. but we literally have no idea exactly what she said, or how she said it. those girls also concluded that the fight had to be about “they are gay and the other guys are muslim” without really knowing anything at all, so im hesitant to take anything they say too seriously. 

about the bus boss thing, i do think that if you go back and watch the earlier episodes, you see that vilde starts acting a bit strange after they join the pepsi max girls and sana takes over the bus boss position. the chat where they talk about it, eva and noora are a bit negative, while chris is positive and sana is saying they shouldn’t be so negative, while vilde isn’t saying anything at all. in a chat about the bus! which has been her number one priority their entire time at nissen. so basically, vilde loses her position as the bus boss and she is suddenly on the same bus as the people who threw her out of their bus last year. we know how insecure vilde is, and i think it makes perfect sense for her to work as hard as she possibly can to fit in with these girls this time around. including sucking up to sara as much as she can. and i do think they all became friends for a while, at least eva, chris and vilde seemed to enjoy hanging out with them, until all this drama started, and once again the pm girls proved that they had no problems with going after vilde in a very cruel way, proving vilde wasn’t really considered a part of their group after all.

and of course, this doesn’t excuse her behaviour towards sana, whatever it is that she has said to the pm girls and how she continues to be very ignorant about sanas religion. i really really do hope we’ll get a good scene where all of that is addressed, because it really should be. and the fact that sana is now in a position where she is asking the girls for forgiveness for the account, doesn’t mean that they can’t also realise that they have been inconsiderate towards sana a good amount of times during this season. at least i hope so! i don’t think we’ll have apologies and explanations for every single thing that has happened during this season, but i think we will see them making it up to her somehow, either by sticking up for her and being the amazing group of girls we know they can be or by ackowledging that they haven’t been the best of friends to sana lately. and i really cannot wait, i love the girl squad together and i seriously doubt that this season will end without them all being on good terms! 

Vic Fuentes Fan Fiction
****TRIGGER WARNING****  This imagine includes self harm and suicide references. It is not meant to romanticise either thing in anyway, and if you are going through either of these things, please feel free to message me anytime. Um yeah so I wrote this imagine because I was reading some other ones and got inspired, plus there’s nothing better to do between midnight and five in the morning. I’ve never written one before, so tell me if it’s really bad, Everything’s Not Alright:
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So this is it. I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker. I want to phone for help. No, this is what’s best for everyone. I look over to where the note I scrawled earlier lies in the sink, along with the blood stained blade that was clasped in my hand until my hand was too weak to grip it, and it fell on top of my note to Vic. I didn’t want the note make me sound weak, or attention seeking, or selfish, or anything really, I just had to explain. He deserved that at least.  It wasn’t that I thought he’s miss me. I mean, it would shock him, and he would be upset initially. But he could do better. He could do so much better - everyone could. They’d all be better off without me.  So I kept the note simple. ‘Vic,I know you must have some understanding of how I feel, I hear you sing about this kind of thing a lot, I know how you’ve felt, and I’m so glad that’s all behind you now. You’re gonna do so great baby, you’ve still got so much left to give, and I don’t want to hold you back. I can’t hold you back. And that’s why it’s okay that I go. Please don’t feel like you should’ve done something, because I want you to know that you did. You did everything. You were the one person who made me feel beautiful once again. Even if it was just temporarily.I love you so much, and if I mean anything to you, sorry but I’ve made up my mind x’ The pills have begun to kick in, I feel so drowsy now, barely able to keep my eyes open, or focus my mind clearly on anything. Although there is one thing that keeps re-surfacing. I can’t help remembering Vic’s face, when he saw my cuts for the first time, after he came back from a gig one night. I think he genuinely cared. Have I done the right thing? Should I not have taken them? No, it’s okay, he’ll be okay. He’s strong, and he doesn’t need something like me holding him back. He almost didn’t play his show tonight because he’d been worried about me. Well that will be okay now, he won’t have to worry again. He’ll be free. I’ll be free. I’m in that twilight zone now. I’m not     quite            here.  I can hear my heart beat, getting louder and louder. Or is it footsteps coming up the stairs?  Crash. The sound of the bathroom door slamming into the wall behind it made it clear. Vic was home. Shit. I’d hoped to not have to be awake when he got back, but as soon as he came into view, my brain welcomed the image of his soft face.  ’Fuck. Babe, what’ve you done? Wha’. He whispered, because his voice wasn’t quite there. He couldn’t even finish his sentence before his trembling lip lead to a full break down into tears. He leant over me, placed an arm beneath my knees, and one behind my back and left arm, and scooped me up and out of the empty bath, clutching me close.  My drowsy eyes looked up into his, I recognised the desperation. When he spoke this time, it was barely audible, but easy to read on his lips. 'Why?’.  As he came close to breaking down again, I could feel his body quivering underneath me. He lay me down on the floor softly, before the quivering became more rapid, and he started shaking uncontrollably. *Vic’s Point of View* I couldn’t control my breathing, it was rapid and uneven. Why had she done this to herself? How had she done this? How had she carved so many deep cuts into her beautiful body?  Looking around for help, my eyes found the empty pill bottle that had been flung across the floor. As the adrenaline pumped through my body, I sat her up and pressed my fingers to the back of her throat, but she was too drowsy to react. I can’t give up. I begin to pat her increasingly harder on the back, and ram my fingers towards the back of her throat this time. I hesitate for a split second each time I do it, I don’t want to hurt her, I can’t stand being so forceful to something so delicate, but there’s no other way, she needs this to stay alive. I look down at her with such desperation, and yet again force my fingers deep into her mouth, and this time she gags. With sign of hope, I quickly repeat my actions, and finally she wretches, bringing up the contents of her stomach.  *Normal Point of View*  I suddenly begin to feel a lot more real, like I’ve been pulled back into the world. Why? Why did he do this? Couldn’t he see that this was what was best for him? I couldn’t have him constantly worrying about me when I wasn’t with him, that’s no life, and he deserved better. So why would he do this?  He’s still being quite rough with me, after I finish gaging, he cleans me up and lifts me to sit on the edge of the bath, resting me against the wall for the brief moment he turns his back on me, his hand never leaving mine. With his other hand, he quickly reaches into the cupboard and grabs a bottle, spins back round and empties the contents onto my arms, thighs and sides. The pain that had begun to fade with the drowsiness gushes back through my body, into each individual gash. My body jumps as I tense up and yell out in pain, but he grabs me and pulls me in close. After the initial flood of pain subsides, I relax my body a little, and Vic leans me back up against the wall. He says something as he rushes out of the bathroom, but I don’t pay much attention. I feel so exhausted and weak, emotionally and physically. I close my eyes. Vic comes racing back into the room with a huge roll of soft white bandages, and, more gently this time, approaches me and begins to lift my arm and wrap it carefully. Each time I wince he pauses and looks at me apologetically, and each time I give him a weak smile, to let him know I’m okay.  He tends to each part of my torn flesh, then, being careful to avoid touching any of the wounded areas, he lifts me and carries me through to our bedroom.  He lies me down, pulls the blanket up from the bottom of the bed, then wraps my body with his, gently kissing the back of my head. I close my eyes, and fall asleep almost immediately. The few times I wake up, I look around, panicked, but Vic’s still right there, wide awake, holding me tight. The next day, I wake up late in the afternoon, and hear Vic talking to someone downstairs, he sounds as though he’s crying. By the time I gather up the strength to sit up, and get out of bed, Vic has come in, his phone in his hand.  I smile at him, and he rushes over and sits me back down, he can see I’m trembling with the effort of standing.  'Who was that on the phone?’ I ask. 'Oh, you heard? I wasn’t sure that you were awake.’ 'I only heard you just as you were hanging up’. He looks at the floor, then up at me. 'It was Tony,’ he says, 'he says he’s coming over to see how you are. He was, uh, devistated when I told him.’ 'You told Tony?!’ I wasn’t annoyed at Vic, but Tony had been my best friend since we were kids, and he’s already dealt with enough of my shit. 'All the guys knew what I suspected when I left the gig last night, I’m sorry. I did try and tell him you probably wouldn’t be up for seeing anyone, but he said he had to see you. He sounded desperate.’ 'It’s okay Vic, it’ll be okay seeing him. I guess I’ll have to clean myself up a bit then’, I say, as I glance in the mirror on the wall. 'I look like utter shit.’ He’s about to say something, when I stand up, and with all the strength I can gather, walk across to my dressing table, and pick up my hairbrush. I begin to lift the brush to my head, but my arms feel so heavy today. Seeing me struggle, Vic comes over. 'Here,’ he says, as he sits me down on the floor at the end of the bed, and he sits on the bed. Then he carefully takes the loose bun which he must have tied last night, unties the band, and begins to brush my hair gently. I let my head fall back onto his lap as he continues to brush my hair slowly, and after a while, I feel him begin to tremble. Although I’m facing away from him, I can feel him crying. Here it comes. 'Why did you do it babe?!’ he blurts out. I begin to tremble as well, and tears fill my eyes, but I remain silent. 'I don’t… I can’t… I mean… What if I’d got home five minutes later? What if you’d taken the pills five minutes earlier? What if you’d done something that killed you instantly? I just can’t help thinking about all these what ifs!’ I want to say something, I want to explain, but I can’t. The back of my throat starts to sting, and no words come out. But then, all of a sudden, my words find me again.  'I couldn’t do it anymore! I couldn’t live my life watching you be, well, you, and know that you had to put up with me everyday. You’re beyond perfect and I don’t even compare to you, and if you weren’t going to let me break up with you for your own sake, I had to find another way of freeing you!'  His hands had stopped brushing my hair now, and he pulls his legs up into his chest and rests his head into his knees. It was obvious he was in floods of tears, but I couldn’t face him, I couldn’t see him like that, it would break me. 'You don’t need to be perfect, because you’re perfect for me! I don’t go out with you because I feel sorry for you, or because I feel like I can’t break up with you, or because you’re best friends with Tony, or for any other reason, it because I’m so fucking deeply, madly, stupidly in love with you okay?!’ He was yelling pretty loud, and he realises. His voice becomes more gentle as he slides down onto the floor next to me, and touches my cheek for me to look at him. 'I’m so fucking in love with you, and I couldn’t live if anything happened to you.’ 'I’m sorry,’ I whisper through my tears, and he pulls me in close and presses his face against mine. *A couple of hours later*  The doorbell rings, and Vic gets up from lying behind me on the sofa. I hear him unlatch the door, and as soon as it opens, Tony throws himself into Vic’s arms, giving him a reassuring hug. Their hug lasts for at least a minute, then I hear Tony ask where I am. He runs through to the sitting room doorway, where he sees me, and stops. We make eye contact, and I can see the sadness in his eyes. He walks across the room, and as I sit up, he flings himself around me. I wince as the cuts in my body twinge, but smile. He holds me tight, like he has so many times before, then, when he eventually pulls back, looks me straight in the eye, and smiles. 'Im so glad you’re okay’. He kisses me on the forehead, then rejoins Vic, who was stood watching from the doorway.  As I lie back down, I can hear them talking in the kitchen, they both sound so emotional, I can’t believe I did this to them.  That night in bed, I roll over to face Vic, who’s eyes are closed, but I know he is awake.  'I love you so much.’ I whisper. His eyes remain closed, but he smiles. 'I love you too babe, more than you could ever imagine.’
Lucky Part 3

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Part One,  Part Two

Alright Part 3 is here!! I just wanted to say, I don’t know if it shows in here, but they way I've been writing this, the time line is all off. In my head its based around season 4, maybe 5, but i know that Jared and Gen weren't married yet, or had the boys. I was doing it mostly cuz they’re younger, and for other reasons that you might come across. So if you notice, I’m sorry, please don’t hold it against me too much. Sorry for rambling! Love Y’all!

You put down your sketch book as their was a knock on your trailer door and went to answer it. Jensen was standing there with his hands behind his back, and huge smile on his face. You smiled but looked at him confused.

“Happy Anniversary.” He pulled a basket of beautifully assorted fruit from behind his back, making your eyes widened. “You have officially been here for six months. That’s longer than most people they bring on here.” Your smile widened and you took the fruit from him, letting him in. He shut the door behind him.

“I know you hate flowers because you can’t keep them alive long enough to enjoy them, so, I thought this was the next best thing.” You chuckled.

“This is perfect. It’s beautiful…….and it looks delicious.” You looked back to him.

“Yeah it does. You don’t know how much will power it took, not to dig into that thing on the ride back here.” You laughed.

“You know they deliver right?”

“Yeah. But by the time I thought of this idea, it was too late. I mean, it would have gotten here, just, not on time. So I decided to just go and pick it up.” Your smile grew bigger and you blushed a little. You don’t normally blush, but Jensen always seemed to get you to. You both stood there for a minute, looking at each other, then Jensen gulped and broke the silence.

“So. Are we going to break into it, or are we going to get lunch somewhere, because I’m starving.” You chuckled and ripped off the clear wrapping. You both sat on your couch and dug into the mouth watering fruit. There was about twenty minutes of eating and chatting before you were both called back to the set.

The day finished up at about nine that night. The three of you were pretty hungry, so you decided on ordering a pizza. You were hanging out in your trailer while you waited for your food and Jared Skyped with Gen and the boys. It was a little late for them but they really wanted to say goodnight to dad. You and Jensen squeezed in there for a minute too.

The pizza finally showed up and you all sat, ate and talked about your day, laughing and having a good time. After about an hour, Jared stood up.

“Alright you two. I’m hitting the pillows.”

“Alright. See you tomorrow, man.” Jensen patted his leg.

“Yep, tomorrow.” Jared stretched, and you stood up to give him a hug.

“Night.” you kissed him on the cheek.

“Night.” he rubbed your back and leaned down kissing the top of your head. Then he pulled away and turned to the door.

“Love you!” you yelled at him before he shut the door.

“Love you too!” The door shut, and you smiled. It was silent for a moment and then Jensen broke it.

“You got any fruit left?” You laughed and stood up.

“Yeah.” You went over and pulled it out of the fridge. “You want a beer?”

“Ooo, yes. Please.” You grabbed two beers and went back to the couch.

“Here ya go.” you handed him his beer.

“Thank you.” he opened it and took a drink. “So. Is it all you imagined it would be?”

“What? Working with you two? Oh yeah.” He let out a full body laugh. You couldn’t help but laugh too. “No. It’s everything i imagined plus some. I don’t think you can ever prepare yourself, fully, for something like this.” He nodded.

“Well, you’re doing great. And I’m not just saying that because I’m your friend. I’m legitimately being honest with you. You’re a natural.” You grew a huge grin.

“Well thank you.” You sat there looking into each others eyes. This has been happening a lot lately.

“You know, I guess I have Jared to thank for that.” you took a drink.

“Oh really? Why?” he didn’t understand why you would give credit to Jared when the both of you have been acting for about the same amount of time.

“Yeah. All I had to do was learn from his mistakes.” He laughed so hard. Thankfully he didn’t take a drink before hand, because it would have been all over your table. You both talked for about another half hour after he got his breathing back to normal. Then he too gave into the night.

“Alright. I don’t want to, but I should call it a night too.” he got off the couch and grabbed the pizza and the fruit.

“No, Jensen, I can put that away, don’t worry about it.” you stood up and reached over in an attempt to take everything from him, He pulled away from you.

“Nope, you need to rest too. I’m not going to make you clean all this up. What kind of house guest do you think I am?”

“Exactly that..a guest. It won’t take me that long to clean this up.”

“Exactly. It won’t take me that long to clean it up, so that’s why I’m doing it.” he winked at you and went to the fridge. You sighed, then grabbed the beer bottles and threw them away.

“See…” he spread his arms and spun in a circle once, then met your gaze again. “Now you can go to bed once I leave.” You smiled and lightly chuckled.

“Well, thank you.”

“No problem.” You both walked to the door. “Oh. Before I forget…..” he reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out some cash. “Here.”

“What’s this?” you took it from him and looked him in the eyes.

“It’s yours………I bought the pizza.” he gestured his hand to the fridge.

“Jensen! I told you I’d get it.” your eyes widened a little and you lightly smacked his arm. He chuckled as he turned away trying to avoid it.

“I know.” he nodded. “But, today was a special day for you, so I decided I’d get it.”

“It’s only been six months, J, it’s not that special.” He pointed a finger at you.

“Wrong. I told you, people don’t usually last this long on this show. You should know. This is definitely a special day for you.” You smiled and shook your head.

“Okay. Well…….thank you…….again.”

“You’re welcome.” he smiled.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you in the morning then.”

“Yep….bright and early.” he gave you a wink and you both went in for a hug, it was held for a minute. You both pulled away, just enough to come face to face and starred in each others eyes, for what seemed like hours. Jensen gulped and it made you snap out of it. You pulled away and that’s what made him snap out of it. He flashed you a half grin. “Goodnight Y/N.”

“Night Jensen.” He opened the door, then turned to you one last time and smiled before shutting the door and heading to his trailer. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“What the hell was that?” you mumbled to yourself. You shook your head, then turned off your lights and headed to bed.

Jensen climbed into his bed and laid there starring at the ceiling.

“What the hell just happened?” 

He was thinking hes known you for years. Hes hung out with you in so many different scenarios, and hes never felt that away around you. He closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. He didn’t know what it was, but he was going to blame it on the beers and being caught up in the moment.

Part 4

PVRIS lyrics sentence starters
  • "Take a good look at what I've become."
  • "There's a hole in my chest and I don't think it's leaving room for anyone."
  • "I'm trying my best."
  • "I'm doing everything to bring this body back to life."
  • "No matter how hard I try, I don't think I will make it through the night."
  • "I've been changing, falling, fading."
  • "There's demons at the door patiently waiting."
  • "Please watch over me, and be the light to carry me."
  • "I can feel it, being torn from my, my hands; my innocence."
  • "This change is all so permanent."
  • "Can't you see a change in me?"
  • "This world is a masterpiece."
  • "Shout out to the artist who took his heart and his soul and lost them both in the process."
  • "Please be the saint to save me."
  • "You were spoiled rotten and turned stale." "My tongue's acquired tolerance for tastes I couldn't stand.""You've been stuck in a rut and a wasteland."
  • "So just trust me, you'll be just fine."
  • "I need your trust just for tonight."
  • "Reach out your hands and tell me just what you feel."
  • "This is not just all in your head."
  • "Mind over matter makes these things feel so real."
  • "I can see the doubt in your eyes."
  • "You say there's no such thing as better things in life."
  • "I must confess this is all too new for me."
  • "Keep an open mind, it brings open hearts and open eyes."
  • "I'm hoping you weren't heaven sent, 'cause only hell knows where you've been."
  • "Your built composure's wearing thin."
  • "All your walls are caving in."
  • "I just wanna lift you up."
  • "I'll take all this love I found and I hope that it's enough."
  • "Don't you shut this down, no, don't you give this up."
  • "If we don't bend then this might break."
  • "Dream of me to keep you safe."
  • "Before you came around, I was lost and out of place."
  • "You're the only love I found and I'm hoping that you'll stay."
  • "Please stay."
  • "This isn't violence, this is just a war in my head."
  • "I give it time but it never seems to end."
  • "Don't you try to run right now, 'cause baby I could burn you down."
  • "The second that you walk into a room, I can't help myself from the things that you do."
  • "You're killing me right now."
  • "I think it's time you burn me down."
  • "I love the things we do when it's just me and you."
  • "You're just a ghost of blissful feelings."
  • "I'm losing you to the games in my mind."
  • "I know it's chemicals that make me cling to you."
  • "I need a miracle to get away from you."
  • "I think you're a saint and I think you're an angel."
  • "You give me something to think about that's not the shit in my head."
  • "You're a miracle."
  • "You're a glimpse of bliss, a little taste of heaven."
  • "You give me something to talk about."
  • "I need a miracle to bring me back to you."
  • "I know you're gone now, but I still wait for you."
  • "You walk around like you own the place."
  • "Guess it was all my fault."
  • "I think I let you in."
  • "Never thought that I would feel like this."
  • "Such a mess when I'm in your presence."
  • "It's my soul, it isn't yours anymore."
  • "Darling, you can't stay."
  • "Haven't you heard? I'm not yours anymore."
  • "I think it's time to get out."
  • "You've got it all, but you've got it all wrong."
  • "You're a poor unfortunate soul."
  • "You make it seem that you feel whole so they don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul."
  • "Think you're holy when you're not."
  • "I hate to break it to you baby, but you're simply lost."
  • "Simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God."
  • "You're just a ghost at most, a set of empty bones."
  • "Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole."
  • "You're all alone, you poor unfortunate soul."
  • "You just know I'm a poor unfortunate soul."
  • "There's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach."
  • "You contradict your speech."
  • "You're shallow and empty and filled with regret."
  • "Don't think I didn't notice."
  • "You've got it all."
  • "You've got it all wrong."
  • "It's hard to be what you need."
  • "All you ever do is turn me down."
  • "Can you hear me? I'm screaming for you."
  • "Day by day, I'm slowly replaced in your picture frames."
  • "Sick of the lack of signal, sick of the lack of touch."
  • "It's not enough, it's not enough."
  • "Don't blame your death on the shit in your head that you claimed ate you like a virus for days on end."
  • "I watched you decay, watched you waste away."
  • "Who'd you think you'd fool, baby, digging your own grave?"
  • "So go ahead, you just drop dead."
  • "You're trying to fool the whole world."
  • "You can't cheat death when you're digging your own grave."
  • "You're out of line."
  • "Your bridges are burning."
  • "You started a fire and you're burning up."
  • "What you give is what you get and in your case that's nothing but guilt and regret."
  • "I swear I couldn't wait to get you off my chest."
  • "It's hard to find life in something that's already died."
  • "I can't sleep, that's when you're torn away from me."
  • "It's hard to say 'good morning' when it's followed with 'goodbye'."
  • "Just wanted to say 'good night.'"
  • "I'm not ready to say 'good night.'"
  • "Yeah, I need to feel you again."
  • "Here comes the hardest part."
  • "In what world do I go to sleep after you and wake up before you? I don’t even know how it happens."
  • "Well I hope you’re having sweet dreams, and you call me when you wake up."
  • "Darling, don't be so shy."
  • "I'll see you at midnight."
  • "You make my world spin."
  • "I'll wait to see you again."
  • "I know you're dead inside."
  • "I don't feel so lonely."
  • "Darling, don't be so shy, I'll see you at midnight."
  • "In the morning, I hope I see you by my side."
  • "I know you're dead inside, but you make me feel alive."
  • "I'm the one with the ghosts in my bed."
  • "I swear that I'll be fine in the daylight."
  • "It's my head not my heart that's strayed."
  • "I'm sorry I keep pushing you away."
  • "I don't wanna fight."
  • "Why can't you stay?"
  • "I'm up against these things I can't see."
  • "Make me believe."
  • "You struck a match and left me to burn."
  • "I wanna feel something that's not the touch of your breath on my neck."
  • "I wanna feel something that's not the weight of your world in my head."
  • "I shouldn't give in, but I let you win."
  • "I won't let you in."
  • "I know it's warmer where you are and it's safer by your side."
  • "I can't be what you want."
  • "You and I can keep our love alive."
  • "It's cold when we're apart."
  • "I hate to feel this die."
  • "You can't give me what I want."
  • "I can't keep you in these arms so I keep you in my mind."
  • "Can we meet in the middle?"
  • "I've been wondering why you keep feeding me these lines."
  • "You made a fool of me."
  • "You charm me, it's not easy."
  • "You would not believe how the tides have turned."
  • "If I'm gonna play your games, I know there's a price to pay."
  • "I've got the tendency to constantly pay for my mistakes."
  • "I can't pick sides."
  • "You would not believe all the things I've seen."
  • "If I'm gonna lose this game, what's the use in trying to play?"
  • "I shouldn't expect any less but I can't always have my way."
  • "Your doubts of me are constant reminders of why I should stop hoping."
  • "Keep your eyes on me."
  • "I won't let them pull you under."
  • "You'll find what you're looking for."
--- Me Or Her? [feat. J-Hope, angst]

Part 1(?)—

when he’s dating you, but likes another girl. He leaves you for the girl at the the end, but didn’t know the girl was playing another game. 

“Hey, jagiya, are you still mad?” Hoseok asked, pouting while hugging you by the back tightly. You sigh softly, knowing that you couldn’t be mad at him for so long. “No, I’m not,” you replied bluntly, giving a slight smile. “You know she doesn’t mean anything right? Ye-Eun’s only a best-friend of mine.”

“Yes, okay, I know. I’m sorry I overreacted,” you muttered, facing him, cupping his cheeks. “I love you so much, Hoseok, if you leave me I don’t know what to do,” you confessed, fresh tears rolling down your cheeks. “I love you too, my darling,” he replied– but it sounded forced, or fake, you didn’t know. “There’s nothing you should be jealous of Ye-Eun, there’s obviously a big difference between you and her.”

You nodded, kissing his lips passionately– and just like that, you let them pass just like that. 


Too bad you were so blind in-love to notice he was lying. You gave a glance at his phone while he was showering, and it was Ye-Eun. At first, you weren’t really jealous nor mad nor sad, because you remembered his words, “There’s nothing you should be jealous of Ye-Eun, there’s obviously a big difference between you and her.” but her message—-

Ye Eun 

7:13 PM

— hey, Hoseok <33 sorry, I’ll go late for our movie date! Y’Know, my cousin’s here. Just wait for me, and don’t tell your girlfriend ;)

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To Be A Good Person

Summary:  To escape her dream bubble, Mabel must come face to face with her greatest fear.  

A/N: For @paperweight-jellyfish​ in the GF Secret Santa 2016, who wanted either Mabel + Bipper, or Mabel’s bubble from Weirdmageddon.  WELL I was indecisive, so I combined the two (as well as my existing Feelings about the Bipper page in the Journal 3.  You know the one.

Warnings:  a lot of hurt and some (but not nearly enough comfort), referenced and implied violence, NOT A FUN HOLIDAY FIC

Thank you to @stariousfalls (and various others) for organizing this whole thing!


Dipper’s running for his life, with at least a few hundred horrifying abominations of nature chasing after him and Mabel’s dream world crashing down around him. All around him, the pastel-colored stuffed animals are morphing into dripping shadowy monsters with glowing eyes. Above him, the sunny cerulean sky has darkened into an ominous crimson red.

He feels the weight of the past few days with every running step he takes from the tight feeling in his chest to the burning in his legs. Because, he’s tired. Really tired. Dipper doesn’t remember when he last slept or really ate or just - sat down and took a breath.

How could he? With Great-Uncle Ford captured, with the journals and all hopes of beating Bill burned to ashes, with, with Mabel gone -

But his sister is here now, her hand clenched warm and solid around his own. And now he knows, knows that despite the monsters, despite Bill, despite everything that had happened since Weirdmageddon started -

- they’re going to win.

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I am gonna put these 2 together, so i’ll make it a mix of happiness, sadness and regret


*You guys were best friends and he was away on tour at the moment so you resorted to skyping each other, however he had noticed the change in your personality recently*

K: “Y/N I have a question for you”

Y/N: “Okay shoot”

K: “You have been acting kind of different lately, you are making me think you like someone..so do you?”

*You did like someone and that someone happened to be him but you didn’t wanna take a chance and ruin the friendship, but as he had just asked you thought why the hell not. At least if he didn’t like your answer you could press the disconnect button and not have to be upset in front of his face*

Y/N: “Okay..yes, I like you…”

K: “Oh good because I feel exactly the same”


*You had told him how you felt as he could see something was bugging you but when you came out with it he didn’t expect your confession at all. You were really close friends and he hated that he had hurt your feelings. He sat there pondering over anything he could do to make things better, he didn’t want to lose your friendship as you were very special to him*


*Suho liked you a lot and you felt the same however you were the first one to say something about it. You told him how you felt and you were sure he felt the same,  only received an apology saying that he didn’t. You left the dorm and went home in an attempt to get over the rejection whilst he couldn’t believe how stupid he had been*

Member: “Why did you say you didn’t like her we all know you do”

S: “Because we have so many schedules and we are away half the time, I want to be with her but then I can’t be with her enough there just isn’t enough time

Member: “You can always make time, you always can for the people you love”

*Suho realised this was right and off he went to your house to put things right and explain himself*


*It had been in his intentions to confess his feelings to you for quite some time now. He had just got back from the tour overseas and intended to do it the next day when he woke up. You managed to get to the dorm first though before he could head out and when the door opened the door and saw it was him you just let it spill out*

Y/N: “I love you Park Chanyeol”

CY: “I think that was the best hello that wasn’t a hello I have ever gotten”


*He had rejected you in then nicest possible way and he hated that he couldn't return those feelings for you, because you were an amazing person in his eyes and he knew you would be the best girlfriend any one could ask for. So why not for him. He didn’t know if he should call you to see how you were or just leave you alone and wait for you to contact him, that’s if you still wanted to be his friend anymore.*


*He liked you a lot and had for a while but you had a boyfriend, whom you only broke up with a month ago. When you confessed to him he said no simply because he thought he may have been your rebound and he didn’t want that. He wanted you to feel the same as he felt about you. However what he didn’t know was you had broken up with your boyfriend for the sole reason that you had major feelings for D.O, he wasn’t your rebound he was the one you truly wanted to be with.

Member: “Just because she said she likes you doesn’t mean you’re a rebound soo, it could actually mean she broke up with her boyfriend because of you”


*Was cheeky about the whole thing once you confessed. He also liked you too so he had nothing to complain about, and after messing around he organised your first date because in his words why waste time*

C: “You loooveee me ooh…how about a kiss”

Y/N: “Right thats it I have changed my mind”


*You guys had been close friends for a long time and you had gotten feelings for him months ago. Unfortunately for you he had a girlfriend already and it was getting harder and harder to see him with her and not you. Tao noticed how you had been acting lately and confronted you about it, but he didn’t know what to do about the answer*

T: “Y/N I’m so sorry I don’t know what to say..you know I love my girl..”

Y/N: “It’s fine I know you do but I can’t help how I feel so I think it’s best if we don’t see each other anymore, at least for the time being anyway*

I’m the girlfriend sorry guys…joking or am i?


*He was in China so much of the time and his schedule was so jam packed he honestly didn’t think he had any time for a relationship, the only problem was he wanted one with you. He had gone against both yours and his wishes when he said that he couldn’t be in a relationship right now because of the time issues, but he regretted the thought as soon as it came to his mind. Other things were important too besides work and you were definitely one of them. He decided to go over to your house and fix things*


*You had dropped hint upon hint that you liked him and he didn’t seem to be picking up on it. Unknown to you he was but he wanted some proper confirmation before he decided to go full out and ask you out himself. You on the other hand just decided to spit it out because you thought he would never get it*

Y/N: “We are walking by a lake, doesn’t this remind you of those romantic movies..where the couples hold hands and just take a comfortable silent walk together”

K: “Hm yeah”

“OHmy god..right I’ve had enough listen up Kris Wu. I was hoping you would do it but clearly it’s not going to happen. I like you a lot and I was wondering if you fancied going out on a date”

K: “Oh I’m glad you said that..so you want me to hold your hand?, and I think this counts as a date infact why don’t you just be my girlfriend”


*Once he had let you down gently he tried to make himself realise it wasn’t his fault but he couldn't because he felt horrible about the whole thing. You were best friends and he really didn’t want that to change but knew it would be selfish to try and interfere with your personal space at this time. 

FRIEND: Lu you can’t help how you feel try not feel so bad about it, it’s not your fault”

LH: “That’s BS, Y/N probably feels horrible now and I caused it”


*He was sitting in the coffee shop waiting for you to come and see him after he had called you up and said that he needed to meet you because of something important. You weren't going to after he had said he didn’t feel the same way about you the other day but he said it was urgent, and it was Xiumin you didn’t have the heart to say no (plus he ordered your favourite drink so bonus m8)

XM: “Y/N, I made a huge mistake the other day when I said I didn’t want to have a relationship if I could take it back then I would. I do want to have a relationship with you more than anything in the world so please will you give me another chance?”

*None of these GIFS are mine credit to the owners”

Always - 17 (Tony Reader)

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six  Part Seven  Part Eight  Part Nine Part Ten  Part Eleven  Part Twelve  Part Thirteen  Part Fourteen Part Fifteen  Part Sixteen

Originally posted by duckbuttt

Originally posted by niggux

Tony whipped around looking at the room his heart pounding against his chest. There was no one there. He turned back to you, “Y/N…”

“He was here…” You looked at him terrified, “I’m not crazy, I saw him in the green with the horned crown and that creepy smile.”

“I’m not saying you are crazy,” He knelt down in front of you putting his hands on your shoulders, “There just isn’t anyone else here. You’re safe.”

You looked into Tony’s eyes seeing the concern written in them, “I remembered him…I remember talking with him…”

Tony’s chest tightened and he frowned, “Yeah, well he’s not an easy guy to forget.”

You sniffed and moved your hand under your nose, it felt wet. Pulling away to look at it seeing red, “Tony…” A sharp pain radiated through your skull and down your spine.

Tony didn’t ask questions he just scooped you up and moving quickly out of the room. He put you in the car and took off to the nearest hospital.

After several tests they set you up in a room. Where Tony started fussing about you. You stared at him pacing taking a deep breath, “I’m fine Tony.”

“No you’re not.” He stopped looking at you, “You’re seeing people who aren’t here anymore and then suddenly get punched in the face by a headache! That is not fine.”

You rolled your eyes and sighing as you sat up in the bed. He stepped over to you instinctively reaching to take your hand, but stopped himself, “Y/N, this is for your own good, I just want you to be healthy.“

"Were we dating?” You looked at him watching the surprise of the question ripple over him.

He swallowed licking his lips before clearing his throat, “What?”

You sat on the bed playing with them hem of the blanket as you watched him still, “Were we dating?”

“Uh…” He put his hands in his pockets looking down shaking his head, “No we…we weren't…dating.” His heart thumped against his chest wildly.

You nodded slowly and smiled, “Then what were we? I just…I suddenly have had all these different emotions and flashes of places running through my mind.” She looked him in the eyes, “Dinners, late night walks…lingering hugs.”

“Yeah, yeah I mean we did that…” He nodded quickly looking away, “You know as friends…”

You smiled at him, “I see.”

“You know since everything happened two or three times a week.” He re-clarified.

You stared at him, “That’s around 15 outings.”

“Mmhmm, give or take.” He looked away from you and scratched the back of his head.

“Did you want them to be dates?” You asked slowly in a hushed tone.

He cleared his throat, “Uh, Y/N, where is this coming from?”

“Answer the question.” You stared at him chewing on your lower lip.

He opened his mouth to say something when the doctor walked in the room. Tony was secretly relieved and angry all at the same time.

He sighed, he didn’t know what to tell you honestly. At the time, he was content just hanging out with you. His best friend, but now looking back he wished there had been more to those late night walks.

The doctor released you later with instructions to take a few days off. He told them that he couldn’t find a reason why your nose started bleeding and the headaches would be normal because of the incident. Also remembering intense memories, such as Loki, would be normal.

The two of them drove home in silence and it was only broken when Jarvis greeted them through the door.

Tony glanced at you as he threw his keys in the bowl near the door, “You should get some rest.”

You nodded and looked at him, “Yeah…”

“I’m glad you’re alright.” He told you.

You stepped up to him and hugged him, “Me too, thanks…you know for being here.”

He looked down at you and put his arms around you tightly. He took a deep breath of your hair and smiled, “Always…”

“Goodnight Tony.” You let go of him and started for the stairs.

He stood there watching you leave, “Night.” He sighed and headed for the basement. He was too riled up to go to sleep. Not to mention the nightmares he’d been having. He sat down at a work bench and started working on a secret project.

You tossed and turned in your bed that night. Whispers floated around your mind.

You’ll face death before you come back to me.

You’ll be my escape if I fail.

You will rise to fall.

“Dear Cassandra.” Loki looked at you in the pent house of Stark tower, “Your mind will belong to me.” He touched your face, “And I will use it to exact my means.”

You sat up in a cold sweat. Your heart was thumping against your chest as you crawled out of bed and staggered toward the door, “Tony…” You hit the shut door.

“You will be my tool.”

“Jarvis…” You struggled to open the door, “Get Tony…”

Tony was blaring his music in the basement as he welded something together. Jarvis turned down the music, “Jarvis what are you doing?” The computer screen flipped to security footage of you stumbling down the hall toward his room.

It took Tony a moment to realize what was going on. He bolted from the basement, “Y/N!” He shouted as he got to the main floor and ran up the stairs to the second floor. You were standing in the hall in your pajamas.

“Y/N.” Tony looked at you with your back to him, “Y/N, what is it? Did you see something again?” He said a little winded.

You turned your head and glanced back at him, “Tony…”

“Y/N?” He walked toward your as you turned into him hugging him tightly and started to cry. He didn’t know what to do for you, “Its okay. You’re okay.”

He glanced at his watch, it was 3 in the morning, “Come on let’s get you back to bed.”

“No.” You shook your head, “I don’t want to sleep…”

He held you and nodded, “Alright, come on.” He picked you up and smiled, “We still haven’t caught a movie yet, have we?”

You both sat on the couch of the living area watching an old film you saw from your youth.

“Oh my god Tony this is horrible.” You popped some popcorn in your mouth.

“It’s pure genius!” He told you pointing at the screen, “Having sunglasses that tell you that the world has been taken over by aliens! I need to work on those. Seriously, we need to work on those. Aliens are probably among us right now.”

You laughed, as he quoted his favorite line with the character, “I have come here to chew bubblegum and kick ass… and I’m all out of bubblegum.”

He looked at you and smiled as you rested your head on his shoulder taking in a deep breath, “You alright?”

You looked up at him raising your eyebrows, “Yeah…thanks.”

He nodded putting his arm around you, “Anything for you.”

You looked at him still, “Two days after Thor left…you asked me to Chino’s for drinks…right?”

He looked at you, “You remember?”

“I…sort of.” You looked at him, “I’ve been getting these quick images of you poking cherries out of my drink with one of those plastic swords.”

He smiled looking away, “I…definitely did that and yes we went there for drinks. Do you remember anything else?”

“More like feelings and impressions.” You told him, “I’m sorry…”

“No. Don’t be, this is good. Might be why you had headaches.” He told you looking into your eyes, “Progress.”

You smiled at him leaning up and kissed him. You face got hot realizing what you did. You stopped pulling away blushing madly, “Uh…Sorry I…uh I don’t know…what I was…”

Tony didn’t let you finish. He just kissed you again. The very thing he’d desperately wanted to do for a few weeks. He felt fire run through his veins, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Something he wanted.

You took a deep breath through your nose as they parted. You swallowed your heart beating wildly against your chest, “Uh…”

“Yeah?” He smiled putting his hand on your cheek.

You smiled leaning into his hand before the simple magnetism between the two of you brought your lips crashing together. This time it wasn’t just a kiss, it was the kiss you wanted for the past 20 years.

Tony was pushed into the back of the couch as you crawled into his lap. He remembered this feeling a lot differently when you were both younger and less experienced. His eyes found your face when you parted from him again. You were biting your bottom lip in a way that drove him crazy.

You pulled off his shirt your hands grazing the arc reactor. You stared at it for a moment after dropping his shirt behind you. Your eyes shifted to his face catching the concern in his eyes. The only other person who’d even really seen him with it was Pepper.

“Does it bother you?” He whispered letting his hands rest on your sides.

You smiled as you rolled your hips when you kissed him feeling his hands tighten at the small movement. You whispered, “No…not at all.”

He looked at you taking a deep breath, “Y/N…I need to tell you something…”

“Now?” You looked at him like he was crazy. You were both in a certain moment that you weren’t sure you were willing to break off.

“Uh…” he swallowed making a face. Going from yes now to ehh maybe later several times. Finally he sighed shutting his eyes, “Yes…now…” Pepper had warned him severely of the consequences if he did things in the wrong order.

You sighed looking at him, “Okay, what is it?”

He sat up some with you still on his lap, “I don’t want to screw this up with you. When you got shot…for me…” He became serious with you, “You told me to tell her how I felt.”

You stared at him as you began to feel foolish, “Oh…I…”

“So I’m going to.” He told you watching your face.

“Right of course you are.” You nodded and started to move feeling your heart sink. Once again you’d let yourself think that something could happen between you and Tony, “You should…Pepper will be happy to hear it.”

He held you firmly where you sat and stared at you, “Not Pepper.”

You looked at him and settling back down as he continued staring at you with soft eyes, “Pepper’s nice…but…she’s not you.”

He smiled watching your face change from heartache to what he could only think was happy, “Y/N…” You kissed him not letting him speak, “Mmm! God…let me finish…” He smirked at you.

“Right sorry, sorry. Please continue.” You told him letting your hands rest on his stomach.

“Well now I don’t want to, you’ve completely ruined it for me.” He sighed leaning back into couch smirking.

“Tony!” You punched him in the shoulder.

“What?” He looked at you rubbing his shoulder, “You’ve obviously know something I don’t.”

“Tony…” You said in a warning tone. When he only smirked at you, you started to get up, “Fine then.”

“Okay okay…” He sat back up pulling you back down into his lap and smiled at you, “Y/N…I love you.”

Your heart swelled as you teared up and smiled, “Can I kiss you know?”

“I would hope so I just told yoummm.” He was cut off. He felt like he was going to burst from the seams with how he was feeling. He held you tightly to him for a long moment before standing up holding you to him.

You giggled as he walked you upstairs, “Are you seducing me, Mr. Stark?”

“I think I covered that already.” He smirked walking into his room and shut the door.

Serpentine (M)

Genre: Slight smut
Word count: 1,522
Content: Open-top car. Deafening music. Holding back.
Author’s note: Inspired by “Sex” by The 1975.
Author’s note [2]: This is my first actually posted scenario, and I know I have a long road of practice ahead of me, but I hope you can enjoy it still xoxo

His hair was flapping in the wind, and thus resembled flames more than usual. The roof of his Mini Cooper was open, letting the warm breeze caress your soft skin - the only matter allowed to do so in his presence. The car was moving down a serpentine - the sea on your right, a volatile red head on your left.
Talking was pointless - the music that was exploding from the speakers was drowning out every other sound, so you just leaned on the door of the car and fascinated, stared at your boyfriend, secretly smiling to yourself.
Jimin was squinting his eyes from all the piercing sunlight; he was aggressively singing to a song resounding from the speakers, trying to hit the notes together with Matty Healy, whose voice was resonating perfectly with the scenery. When the beat started to build up with blaring sounds of electro-guitars that were pounding on the back of your head, Jimin started to vigorously shake his head and standing up, still holding onto the steering wheel. His eyes were shut, his full lips were slightly opened, letting him partake the cold air.
Finally, he rose. You were looking at him from below, not daring to try and reach for him - it would’ve been pointless anyway, because at that moment he was closer to heaven than anyone in the world.
Not looking at the road and relying on his instincts only, Jimin caused the car to slightly drift, but you weren't scared a single bit because the moment was perfect and you were overflowing with happiness and tranquility; even if the car was to break away from the cliff, you wouldn’t be scared, for you were engulfed by the strong smell of the sea, sounds of your favourite song and the feeling of a high your boyfriend was radiant with.

//She’s got a boyfriend anyway//

You got any side boyfriend, Y/N?,“ Jimin asked, winking at you after he sat back down.
"Of course,” you answered, playfully. Toying with Jimin’s ego was quite amusing, even if only for the giggles.
He nodded, eyes still fixed on the road.
“Mind introducing me to him some time?” he asked, tilting his head with a smirk.
You rolled your eyes, deciding to play along. “Sure. In fact, I’m going to introduce you to him right here, right now," you said, baring your neck and pointing at a huge, dark-violet hickey on your skin. Jimin glanced at it and looked back on the road.
"The guy’s nobody’s fool,” he said wistfully. 
You pursed your lips and tilted your head, drawing closer to the guy.
“Hasn’t anyone given you a hickey before, big boy?” you said, grinning.
Jimin glanced at you and smirked.“My side girlfriend wasn’t generous enough,” he answered archly, licking his plump red lips. They were so tempting, so inviting; you couldn’t look away from them.
You felt yourself throbbing at your core. Jimin knew perfectly that once you gain that feeling, nothing will stop you until you calm it down.
“Well, I don't know if I can compete with your side girlfriend,” you said, holding onto his shoulder, bringing your face closer to the skin on Jimin’s neck, “but some people still cry for my hickeys.”
With that being said, you placed a wet kiss on Jimin’s neck and blew on it. His skin covered with goosebumps, and you shifted contentedly. He still hasn’t said a word, eyes locked on the serpentine road in front of him. His grip on the steering wheel tightened, knuckles threatening to jump out of the tight skin. It was hard for him to keep it together. 
Usually, Jimin was the one in power. He'd drive you crazy with his soft lips and ever so loving hands, making you beg for him. It never happened other way around, and you surely didn’t mind the change, especially knowing that he would love nothing more than to take it out on you later. As soon as you walked into the apartment you both were renting for the summer, he’d press your back against the door with himself pressed against you so close, you’d feel the warmth of his syrup-like breath on your skin. He’d fill his fist with your hair, tugging on it, causing you this light sweet pain you were so much in love with, and then, and then…
Still drunk with the intoxicating feeling of playing with fire, you placed your lips in the crook of Jimin’s neck once again, this time sucking on the skin.
He filtered the air through his teeth with a hiss, and you knew that at that moment, you could become the cause of a car accident.
“Shit, if this serpentine had a roadside, I’d swerve this goddamn second and fuck some manners into you,” he growled menacingly, yet so sexually.
You felt yourself starting to drip down there and bit his earlobe, refusing to stop this wicked one-sided game. Jimin let out a tiny moan - you knew all his weak spots.
“Fuck, what are you doing to me?” he muttered, hoping you wouldn’t hear, because there was nothing he hated more than to appear unsteady in front of you. But right now this feeling of dominance felt amazing to you. You didn't want it to end and decided to play further.
Still nibbling and sucking on the same sweet spot on Jimin’s neck, your right hand slowly moved from it’s position on his chest to his abdomen and stopped at the belt of his ripped jeans. The wind was running through his hair, the flames kissing your face. You smiled at the ticklish feeling of his soft hair against your cheeks - one of the best feelings in the world (all best feelings were always leading to Jimin).
Your hand stopped at his belt and you carefully looked at his face, trying to detect whether he wanted you to carry on. He was biting on his bottom lip and heavily breathing - a right sign for moving further.
You shifted your hand down slowly, but as soon as you groped his rock hard bulge, Jimin grabbed you hand and put it back on his chest, taking you aback.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he shook his head. “Be careful, Princess. I doubt you’d want to be punished more than you're already going to be,” he warned you, making you gulp in anticipation.
The serpentine now ended and the car was heading further down the highway.
You bit your lower lip, images flooding you head: Jimin slamming you against the wall, taking you from behind, working you as sweaty and sore as always.
“Or would I?..” you smirked right into his ear, slightly biting on it, sending shivers down Jimin’s spine.
He loudly exhaled and aggressively, eagerly even, spun the steering wheel, causing you to press into him even more.
“Fuck this, I’m swerving,” he panted. “Get in the backseat right now,” his voice was stern as he hurriedly parked the car and pressed the button that closed the roof. 
You immediately climbed out of your seat, taking your blouse off at the same time, leaving only your bra and high-waisted shorts on. You lied in the backseat, watching your beautiful boyfriend take his shirt off, baring the abs and biceps he’s been working out so hard for. It was difficult to breathe because of the huge lump in your throat; your legs were shaking as your whole nature was itching to feel him touch you in any way.
Jimin climbed over the armrest and grabbed you by your hips, drawing your body closer to his. In five seconds, your shorts were nowhere to be seen.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to move a limb till the end of this ride,” he panted out, voice raspy with craving as he cupped you between your legs with his one hand, unzipping his pants with another, “but don’t you think for one fleeting moment that I’m going to leave it aside when we arrive home,” Jimin whispered loudly as he suddenly inserted two digits into the centre of you heat, curling them to reach your spot. You gasped for air, nails digging into the leather upholstery of the salon.
He turned the situation in his favor, becoming dominant again. You enjoyed controlling him for a couple of minutes but you were longing for the Jimin you knew perfectly, the Jimin who would make you scream his name so the whole world could hear, while he would be enjoying the show, smirking and loving every single bit of it. And that was the Jimin that was hanging over you at that very moment: gaze dark and concentrated with lust, growling sounds flying out of his mouth every now and then, filling the car with the stinging feeling of anticipation.
“I haven’t come up with a proper punishment for you yet, Princess,” he murmured, placing wet kisses all over your chest, “but I promise, you’ll be begging for more on your knees,” he panted out with a smirk as he pressed himself to your aching core.

What Would Happen If They Were In A Zombie Apocalypse
  • Italy: Italy would be the guy who really can't do much to fend off the zombies, but people still let him in their group because he is a good cook, and can cheer up everyone when it looks like the end of the world. He can be a little annoying, and some people might even threaten to leave him behind if he doesn't snap out of it. Of course, Italy will cry and tell them that he can cook food for him/her/them, and that will be enough for him to stay
  • Germany: Doitsu will be the leader of the group. He will be the one who plans where the group will stay for a while, how they will attack zombies and stuff, and who they should become allies with and who they shouldn't. Germany will often try and attack head on, but then realize that he would probably end up dead and attacks from a far distance. His weapon would be an SMG of some sort.
  • Japan: Even though he would be quiet most of the time, Japan would always be thinking of new strategies and plans to use if they were suddenly attacked by a hoard of zombies. When Japan attacks, he would be swift and fast so he can be sure that he doesn't get bitten. Japan wouldn't like working with other groups due to suspicion, but after a while he would cooperate with them. Japan's weapon would be his katana
  • America: Mr. Freedom Pants would be the leader of his group. But he would make really bad decisions at times, and could possibly get people killed. His strength luckily makes up for his stupidity. America's group wouldn't have a lot of people in it, but he loves working with other groups and trading ideas to make him even better. When America sees a zombie, he is the first one to try and kill it. Even if he fails, he would brag that he saw it first and that they would've been dead if he didn't try and kill it. America's weapon of choice would be a pump shotgun.
  • England: England would in a group with himself. Even though he is by himself, he still gets around. If he finds a groups' HQ he would sneak in and steal some necessities. Sometimes, he might even stay with a group for a few days, but then disappear the next day. England would only kill zombies only when he needs to so he can save energy, time, money, and ammo. His weapon would be a hand gun.
  • France: France would try to fight the zombies, but then find it pointless and then give up. He would still be with his group because he knows how to get around places. When zombies appear though, he disappears. France might even have periods of sadness where he thinks that nothing good will ever happen. The only thing that could keep him happy is the group he is with is just happy all of the time, no matter the situation.
  • Russia: Although he may look cute, Russia would be even more violent then he is in the anime. Violently slaughtering zombies left and right, people would be terrified of him. The group that Russia was in would be feared by everyone else, and would probably be one of the best out there. Even though he can be super scary at times, he has a little crush on a person in the group and would do anything and everything to protect them. Russia's weapons would consist of SMGs, hand guns, knives and a lot of other weapons.
  • China: China would never fight. He would be the person who would fix weapons, scavenge for food, and try to reapair wounds. Everyone would like him, because it just seems as if he just keeps giving to everyone. If a zombie tries to attack him, people would defend him like crazy because they know if he dies, they would've lost a valuable member of the team.
  • Canada: Canada would search for the best places to stay, hunt wild animals for food, and help build shelters. He would rarely fight unless he absolutely had to. Although he may not be recognized and thanked for what he does, he would still help out the group he was with because he knows that he is keeping people alive for the time being. When he kills zombies, Canada would use a bow and arrow.
  • Prussia: Even though he wasn't the leader of the group, he would certainly act like it. Prussia would try to boss people around, and when they didn't follow his orders, he would eventually give up. He wouldn't be the best at killing zombies, but he had his really amazing moments and those we're what kept him alive and in groups. Prussia would use a Tommy Gun as a weapon.
  • Romano: Roma would try and act all tough, saying that he would kill all of the zombies that he sees, but when he actually sees one, he would get so scared he couldn't move. So instead of killing the zombies, he would break into stores that weren't already raided or semi-raided and take necessities for the group. Every night, he would be afraid to fall asleep in fear of getting be killed, so he would be an insomniac, making him even more irritable. Someone in the group he was with would have to comfort him to get him back to normal.
  • Spain: Spain would seem as if he doesn't care, but he has to fight he turns into a frightening version of himself. People would get very cautious around him so he doesn't snap on them. Most of the time, he is his normal lazy, cheerful self though. Spain wouldn't get to kill a lot of zombies, because he tends to overkill a lot. Someone would have to tell Spain that the zombie is dead and that needs to focus. Spain's weapons would be ballistic knives and hand guns.
  • Austria: The only reason Austria is alive and in a group of people is because he is close with a really strong member ((preferably Hungary but w/e floats your boat)) and they threaten to leave if Austria can't stay. Most of the time, he just complains that he doesn't have the life that he had before, making everyone even more mad at him. To make matters even worse, he can't walk far without frequent breaks, and doesn't really know how to fight.
  • Hungary: Hungary would be a really strong member of a group. She would never back down from a fight and always try to push through the hoards of zombies. Hungary would use quick moves to swiftly kill zombies in a sufficient manner. People in her group and different groups would admire her, even though she doesn't think of herself as that great. Sometimes she might even think back to life before the apocalypse and wonder what she could've done different to prevent this from happening even though none of it is her fault. Hungary's weapon of choice would be a sword and shield.
  • Switzerland: Switzy would be the leader of a small group consisting of only elite people. He would make plans to attack from far away so his group would be safe and no zombies would get in a certain parameter of their HQ. He would've stocked up on necessities for the apocalypse once he got the first slightest suspicion that something bad would happen. Switzerland would do business with other groups, so he would have a lot of different things. Switzerland's weapons would be a lot of guns.
  • Liechtenstein: Although she isn't the strongest, she would be in the same group as Switzerland, because they both have a special place in their hearts for each other ((To me this is sibling love, you can interpret this as anyway you want)). Liechtenstein would go and more ammo, guns and food for the group when they need it from the secret place they put all of that. Even though she can't fight, all of the people in the group love her, because she is just so sweet and caring.
  • Ukraine: At times, Ukraine can be happy, saying that things will be alright. But at other times, she would just remember that it's an apocalypse and that things will end up with everyone on earth dying. Her two attitudes make her need a group of people that will let her in, even though she can do very little. Ukraine may not know it, but her group loves her for her kindness and would never ditch her.
  • Belarus: Belarus would make her way from group to group trying to find Russia, not for love but to make sure that her little brother is safe. Once she finds him and she knows he is safe, Belarus would find a group that was strong and would survive for a long time. Belarus would be one of the strongest members of the group, killing the zombies left and right. She might not like anyone in the group, but if it means a higher survival rate, then she'll join. Belarus's weapons would be her trusty knives.
One More Spirit

Jeremy cried out, struggling to free himself from the strong hands holding him. He had been caught by Foxy when, for some reason, the flashlight glitch didn’t activate. As soon as Foxy grabbed him, Bonbon, Freddy and Chicacoo appeared out of seemingly nowhere and grabbed him, holding him still at any and all places he could move.

He was being carried down the hall toward Parts and Services. His struggle was in vain, however, as the animatronics were a lot stronger than him, and the four of them easily overpowered him.

He cried and struggled, refusing to go down without a fight. They entered the room, and Freddy let go of his arm to walk to the other side of the room. Bonbon, Chicacoo and Foxy followed him. He could just barely see in the darkness, a golden Freddy suit sitting slumped against the wall.

Images flashed before his eyes. The times he had almost been stuffed, the time he had actually been stuffed, but came out alive anyway. His struggling stopped as the images flashed through his mind.

He came back to reality much to late, as he was being stuffed inside the suit. He screamed, kicking and thrashing to get away. They, once again, overpowered him, and got him in the suit. He screamed again, tears streaming down his face as the sharp metal stabbed into his skin.

As Freddy lifted the head to put it over his own, his world went black. He was swept away before he could fully register what was happening.


Jeremy opened his eyes, screaming immediately. He found himself back in the office, everything was exactly the same as it normally was. He checked himself over. No cuts, no bruises, no signs that the event even took place. He looked around again. Nothing changed. Everything was exactly as it should he.

The tvs were piled on each other in one corner, streamers hung undisturbed on the ceiling, the desk was still a mess of papers and trash that never got cleaned up. No signs of his struggle, either. ‘Was it a dream?’ He wondered, looking at the time on his watch. 5:58. He had, apparently, slept for a little under two hours.

'How did none of the animatronics catch me?’ He wondered, looking into the vents and hall one more time. The lights weren’t working. Nothing. Not a sound could be heard. He checked the time once again. 6:00.

He hopped up out of the chair, practically zipping out the door and into the main room. A few minutes later, Mike walked in. “Hey Mike!” He greeted cheerfully, pushing the dream to the back of his mind. Mike didn’t acknowledge his presence. Jeremy furrowed his brow, waving his hand in front of his father-figures face.

“Mike?” He still didn’t respond, just kept walking. He followed him, trying to get his attention. It was as if the night guard wasn’t there at all. He walked right past him, seemed to walk through him if he stood in his path.

Mike stopped just inside the office, took a look around. His expression turned into one of worry as he turned and sprinted to the back room. Jeremy ran at top speed to keep up. As they approached the room, a foul odor began to float in the air. The older man seemed unfazed by the smell, almost used to it. The younger guard had no such luck, pinching his nose with his fingers in an attempt to banish the scent.

Mike stopped immediately after entering the room. Tears welled in his eyes, a rare sight for the younger man to see. He ran toward the other side of the room, and a feeling of overpowering dread filled his body and mind. He slowly turned his head in the direction he ran, and almost collapsed.

The Golden Freddy suit sat against the wall, mouth hanging open, blood seeping out of the opening. It seemed to have been damaged slightly, some of its fur was torn off, and it seemed sloppily placed together. Mike dropped to his knees in front of it, nearly ripping the head in half while trying to pry it off the suit, whispering 'no’ under his breath over and over.

(Blood warning. If you can’t handle blood, skip until the next little a/n)

He finally got the head off, and gasped. Jeremy’s eyes widened, falling to his own knees behind Mike, body growing cold and mind freezing up. He stared into his own face, glazed, unblinking eyes matched his frozen expression of terror and sorrow. Cuts covered his entire face, thick, red liquid dripping down his chin and trailing down his neck.

Jeremy could do nothing but stare as his best friend nearly collapsed and cried. He wanted to comfort the man he called dad, but he didn’t know how. He didn’t know what to do at all. He just stared, frozen, as the events unfolded in front of him.

(Safe c:)

Mike freed the rest of his body from the suit, now hugged him close, crying on his shoulder. He just wanted to hug the man, tell him it was okay, and that he was fine. But he couldn’t. He wasn’t okay, and he wasn’t fine. He was dead.

He only now noticed the small figure on her knees next to Mike, staring at his dead body with a similar expression. He moved, finally, and walked behind her, kneeling down to her height and hugging her tight. She gasped in surprise, turning her head to see him. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him back.

He looked over her shoulder at Mike, who had unpinned his name tag and was now holding it. He wiped tears away with his sleeve and put the name tag in his shirt pocket.


He had called Doll to pick him up. He waited for Chris to come to do so, however, so the appropriate people could be called. He told him that his body was not to be disposed of. He demanded a proper burial, and the janitor complied. He also said he’d figure out a story for how he had died, since corporate would chalk it up to suicide or whatever they usually used as an excuse.


A few days passed. Mike and Doll were still sad, and appropriately so. Jeremy had been like their son, and they had lost him.

Now Mike sat in a chair at the kitchen table, messing with the young guards red tinted glasses. He felt a compulsion to out them on, but resisted. He didn’t want to. He was afraid that, if he wore them, he would never be able to let go. He didn’t want to let go, but he didn’t want it to eat away at his mind until he became a nervous wreck. He knew that wasn’t what Jeremy would have wanted for him.

He left the glasses on the table and retreated to his and Doll’s room, where his fiancee resided. Jeremy watched him leave, sadness evident on his face. “I-I’m still h-here…” He squeaked, sliding down the wall, hugging his knees and putting his face into his arms. He felt like crying. He felt so lonely, even with the Little One sitting beside him, rubbing his arm.

He wanted to go in there and hug Mike and Doll. To tell them he was okay, he was still there. He couldn’t, though. He would pass through them, his words would be silenced by the barrier separating the human and spirit worlds. As much as he wanted to break it into a million pieces, he knew he couldn’t.

After what felt like hours, he finally stood back up. He looked down at the pair of glasses which had allowed him to see the Little One. He wanted so badly for Mike to put them on, to be able to see him again. But, he shared a similar fear to that of his father figure. He feared that, if he saw him again, he would become broken. More so than he already seemed to be.

He sighed, trying to wrap his fingers around the wire ear piece, only for it to slip out of his grip the moment he tried to lift them. He sat in the chair, which Mike had left pulled out from under the table. He put his head on the table, feeling the sensation of tears flowing down his face. He moved to wipe them away, but felt nothing.

He buried his face in his arms, feeling a slight warmth spread across his back as the Little One hugged him. She climbed into the chair next to him, leaning on his arm. He ruffled her hair halfheartedly. He was like her now. Unable to communicate to those around him. He was just one more spirit.

Did I accurately portray the characters? I don’t think I did but, eh. This is my first time writing a situation like this, so I hope it wasn’t terrible c: I heard about this idea from an ask on fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction’s blog talking about Jeremy being a ghost. I thought of this :) If, for some reason, the initial creator of the idea asks me to delete this post, I will. Just making you aware.
(Will properly edit when off of mobile)

I Noticed

Alright, I’ve started on the little Captain Swan drabbles for the prompts some of y’all sent in for my Christmas “I Love You” thing. This one is based on prompt #89: I noticed as requested by the lovely @sammmtacular. Don’t worry, y’all have six more coming. Enjoy you guys. If you like it drop a review on ff.net or in the tags (I love reading your reactions when you tag and don’t be surprised if I respond).

It’s the cat caught eating the canary look on his face that gives him away.

Also, she knows what day it is and she knows her mother…and how hard it is to say no to her mother. Especially when you’re a pirate who just so happens to be madly in love. With her, not her mother.

“So, a quiet dinner at Granny’s, huh?” she asks, resting her head against Killian’s shoulder.

He hums his agreement.

“However did you talk my mother into that?”

He flashes his most charming grin. “I believe your instructions were quite clear, Swan. She wants to make you happy.”

Emma laughs. “Yes, well, she and I occasionally have different ideas of what will make me happy.”

“Don’t I know it,” Killian mutters.

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anonymous asked:

I have so many mixed feels about Stiles. Like, I like him as a character, but I *know* the only reason is based in power structures. If he weren't a cis white boy? I'd probably find that shit annoying. And I know he's not even close to unique, yet I still find him compelling. Ugh, sorry to feelings drip, but do you have any ideas on how to get my mind not to suck?

I can’t tell if this is trolling, but I’m going to answer anyways. 

I think my issues with Stiles boil down to three things:

His canon representation versus fanon representation.

I started watching Teen Wolf in 2013 and being an avid reader, I was quickly absorbed into the world of fanfiction. Sterek works are by far the driving force of this fandom.

Fan works are nice because they are an easy way of getting wish fulfillment; Derek, his shady self, has always been one of my favorites, and he seemed so dreary in canon that it was nice to have someone be understanding (why I completely ignored Scott in lieu of Stiles still pains me) of his experiences. 

In the show, however, Stiles has shown blatant disregard for anyone but his dad and Scott. Watching Stiles, you see him often as rude, demanding, and insensitive. He’s a typical teenage boy. Discrepancies are important in figuring out why you like a character. 

I had to ask myself: Is Stiles someone I consider a “pack mom” or caretaker archetype? No, not really. Not at all, honestly, because Stiles is the first to advocate violence. 

[I can’t even with Stydia, because Stiles can be so patronizing with Lydia and it irritates me because she’s levels above him intellectually.]

Jeff Davis uses Stiles as an author avatar and pushes him center stage. This is a terrible choice because Jeff Davis is an asshole.

Stiles is mildly clever, but not anymore so than Scott, Lydia, or Allison, and yet Davis has the gall to continually shove him in our faces as a pinnacle of wit.

I still am appalled that Davis had Stiles insult Tyler’s actual tattoo. That’s fucking rude. 

There was another scene where Lydia’s foot was stuck in the trap. It was groan-worthy, because I don’t buy Lydia showering Stiles with compliments. Lydia doesn’t really play nice with people like Stiles and I rather enjoy that honestly. It would have made more sense for her to create a plan and avoided the whole damsel plot.

Then, of course, you got Stiles asking Isaac if he’s still milking being abused, which I’m sure is a response to fan critiques people have of Davis’ writing of Isaac. Here’s the thing, trauma doesn’t just evaporate because it’s plot-inconvenient. 

I can take him as a “villain” but his regular personality is fucking grating as fuck. 

Teen Wolf tries to make Stiles this tragic, pity-worthy character, when he just isn’t.

I work in domestic violence response and as such regularly hear terrible recollections, so I’m not sold on Stiles’ ‘oh-so-tragic’ character history. I require more than a dead mom from seven years ago, sorry, but it’s time to pick up the pieces. 

Stiles’ mother being dead is sad, but certainly less sad than the deaths of Allison’s mother, Derek’s family, Isaac’s family, etc.

Teen Wolf likes to tell, not show. Instead of giving Stiles real character development challenges like they have with the rest of the cast, they just shove in a Dylan crying scene and expect me to take it for development. I don’t buy it, sorry.

You know what is tragic?

  • Scott was turned into a werewolf against his will. He spent a long time scared of what would happen if others found out. Melissa’s initial reaction is still so heart-wreching for me. 
  • Derek had no support system after Laura died. He grew to become so lonely that he makes the extremely poor choice of turning three kids in werewolves leading to their deaths and displacements.
  • Allison discovered that her family has lied to her her entire life and that her aunt, whom was like a sister to her, had killed many people. On top of that, she was manipulated by her horrible grandfather, had her mother die, and struggled between trying to protect herself and doing what is right morally. 
  • Lydia was bitten by Peter, became possessed, nearly died, and then found out she’s a creature that predicts death. All of this resulting in a heavy burden on Lydia to manifest her abilities to save people and often being belittled when her hunches don’t take her where she expected them to. 
  • Isaac was abused by his father and then had his father killed by the kanima. His father may have been a piece of shit, but that was all he had left of his family, including a dead mother and a dead brother. What’s even worse is that Stiles belittles it, and don’t forget, he’s the fucking author avatar.

If this was a serious question, my best advice is to critically examine Stiles’ character and behaviors. Like you said, he’s not unique. His banter and relationship with Scott is cute for the most part, but other than that, he doesn’t do much for me anymore. 

I once heard a writing tip that asks if you swapped your character’s gender, would you still treat them the same way?

When it comes to Stiles, I doubt it. I think people would probably call Stiles an annoying b*tch who never shuts the fuck up. 

#938: You wake up in a different position you fell asleep in.
  • Louis: Sometime during the night he would toss and turn with vivid dreams that almost seemed too real for him to get back to sleep. He would uncomfortably dislocate himself from your arms and trudge downstairs to grab a snack, and would sometimes stay down there until his heartbeat slowed down, which could have taken hours. You were always very aware of this and could even wake yourself up when it happened, noticing the cold sheets next to you. Then there were mornings when he would be there again, wrapped around you and breathing peacefully. "Come on, Lou," you would mutter while he still slept, raking your fingers through his long hair and kissing his forehead until tears blurred your vision, "Tell me what's on your mind late at night. Tell me what's wrong." But he would never hear your words, and would only keep sleeping till noon rolled around, and you would forget that it even happened -- because that's what you two were good at doing.
  • Niall: It's early morning and things are very, very, very different. For starters, your jeans have been discarded to the floor and your legs are as bare as they could be, but they're not cold like they should be... they're warm and intertwined with another pair. And your arms, they're not wrapped around yourself or holding yourself together... they're connected around another body. And your mascara, the tears on your face, are dried. And your head is rested on a chest that does not belong to your busty roommate, and instead belongs to him. He is tracing patterns on your back with one hand, the other carding through your tangled hair, and he must be unaware that you are awake. But he's watching the television with unblinking eyes, breathing in softly, always touching you and not once moving his hand. You're aware that he had come in the middle of the night to make sure you were okay, and found out you weren't, so he laid here with you until morning and not once did he leave.
  • Liam: Over the past month, he had been coming home late -- either highly inebriated (not that you minded too much) or strung up from a busy night at the studio recording the next album -- and had been completely unaware of what that was doing to you and your sleep schedule. Sometimes you would get so close to staying awake for him only to fall flat upon the last hour, and sometimes you just wouldn't try at all and trudge your way upstairs well before eight o'clock. There were times like this, however, when you were much too comfortable on the couch to move, and he would have to move you instead, if he was sober, of course; his arms would slip underneath you after he toed the T.V. off button. He would climb every stair without losing control of you once, the muscles in his arms bulging, and not once would he wake you either. He didn't stop moving until you were asleep and tucked under the covers, and you would always wake up to breakfast.
  • Zayn: When you fell asleep, you were barely touching him. It was something you had been doing since you were kids -- falling asleep in the same bed together after midnight, candies scattered along the floor and movies paused on the T.V. screen, sometimes comic books laying on top of his stomach or atop your slumbering head. Yes, of course, it had gotten weird by the time both of you had hit puberty since he was growing in unmentionable ways and you were moody almost all the time; but it still happened and you always found yourself migrating to his side in the middle of the night, though never really touching in any intimate way. There comes one night though, when he crawls into your dorm room well past dark and squeezes himself onto your twin bed, and both of you know very well the atmosphere feels different some how. You wake up the next morning molded into his side, tucked under his arm, his legs intertwined with yours and his lips right below your collarbone.
  • Harry: The last thing you noticed before you fell asleep consisted of one thing and one thing only -- he was so impossibly warm wrapped around you like that, his legs curled up beneath your backside, supporting you, holding you still on top of the sheets. He was the best spooner, equipped with long legs and big hands that could fold over your stomach and warm every cold inch of skin you possessed. He would murmur silly things in his sleep, or his breath would simply just move away tendrils of hair from your neck, and his red lips would ghost over your spine sometimes. And then you wake up one cold morning to find your head rested against his back, your positions completely opposite than before. His muscles were lucid and he was sighing peacefully when you peaked over his shoulder to kiss his cheek softly, holding him against you. It goes to show what he is all about; he's big, and he's protective, and he's strong -- but sometimes he just needs to know you're there.