you won in my eyes angel

my alternative titles for every eurovision song contest (up to 2017)
  • 1956: So Good They Did It Twice
  • 1957: Yes, Gimmicks Were A Thing In 1957
  • 1958: One Of The Most Covered Songs In The World Came In 3rd Place
  • 1959: The Official Soundtrack for Disney's 'Cinderella' (1950)
  • 1960: Camera Angles Are Extremely Important
  • 1961: Blimey, The 50s Is Taking A While To End
  • 1962: Contrast Overload
  • 1963: (Studio Version)
  • 1964: So Lit The Original Film Got Destroyed In A Fire
  • 1965: The Year Eurovision Starts To POP
  • 1966: Udo Jürgens: This Time It's Personal
  • 1967: Whoever Thought Rotating Mirrors Is A Good Stage Background Was A Fool
  • 1968: COLOUR!!!!! (or, “The Year Cliff Richard Was LIVID”)
  • 1969: The Year Everybody Won
  • 1970: The One With The Most Ridiculously Energetic Interval Act
  • 1971: I Want Whatever Conditioner They're Using
  • 1972: Vicky Leandros Is A Goddess
  • 1973: [Luxembourg to the rest of Europe] You Just GOTTA See The Orchestra!!
  • 1974: The Rise of ABBA
  • 1975: None Of The Acts Can Paint For Shit
  • 1976: Whoever Had To Move That Background Display Before Every Song Must Be Fucking Ripped
  • 1977: A Bird And A Child In The Hand Is Worth Four In The Bush
  • 1978: Who Needs Postcards When You Have Lifts?
  • 1979: The Year With A Gay German Genghis Khan
  • 1980: Johnny Logan, Pt.1 (or, "Close, But No Cigar, Katja Ebstein")
  • 1981: Blonde White Folk Create New Global Dance Sensation
  • 1982: [Germany to the rest of Europe] Babe, I've Changed, Trust Me
  • 1983: The European Flower Show
  • 1984: *Sigh* I Wish I Was As Cool As Désirée Nosbusch
  • 1985: The Student Has Become The Master: Norway Edition
  • 1986: A Child Is Significantly Better Than A Load Of Adults
  • 1987: Johnny Logan, Pt.2
  • 1988: Europe's Embarrassing 80s Prom Night
  • 1989: Yugoslavia Finally Wins 3 Years Before It Stops Existing
  • 1990: The European Union Is A Very Good Thing
  • 1991: Gorgeous Singers Make Up For Ugly-Ass Staging
  • 1992, 1993 & 1994: Ireland: The Trilogy (Franchise)
  • 1995: (Instrumental Version)
  • 1996: Ireland: The Sequel Nobody Wanted
  • 1997: Love Shine A Light (Except Towards Basically Anywhere That Isn't England)
  • 1998: Trans-cending The Haters Through Eurodance
  • 1999: Here Comes The English Language
  • 2000: The Year The Logo Predicted Instagram Makeup Trends
  • 2001: Not Even The Songs Could Save The Horrible Fashion Of The Early 00s
  • 2002: Well… That Wasn't Expected
  • 2003: A Song Sung In Nonsense Almost Won
  • 2004: The Dance Off
  • 2005: You're My Number One Angel If You Let Me Try
  • 2006: Demons Win In Front Of Some Stairs
  • 2007: Like Everything Else In 2007, Eurovision Has A Bit Of An Emo Phase
  • 2008: What On Earth Were We Thinking
  • 2009: Mother. Fucking. Violins.
  • 2010: A Significant Amount Of Jumping Occurs
  • 2011: Good Luck Filling All This Unnecessary Stage Space Up, Lads
  • 2012: Are My Eyes Bleeding Or Is Literally Everything In This Contest Red?
  • 2013: Ministry Of Sound: Eurovision Edition
  • 2014: What A DRAG, Amiright?! (Nah But Seriously 2014 Was A Fantastic Year)
  • 2015: The Story Of A Man And His Projector Friend
  • 2016: Jamala Beautifully Makes Us Feel Sad
  • 2017: The Year Having A Dancing Gorilla Was Considered An Advantage
Blankets [JungkookxReader] (Pt 1/5)

Originally posted by thedesire

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Feat. Yoongi, Jimin, Taehyung)

Genre: Romance/Angst/Smut BadBoyAU!

Summary: A one night stand turned into various visits. No strings attached, or at least that is what you told yourself every time he walked through the door. His first name was the only thing you knew, besides having memorized every sensitive spot that laid upon his skin.

One night you catch a glimpse of his world. One that you had never had the temptation to roam on your free will. Jungkook though was addicting, and your craving for his touches led you to venture into his life. This new found world offering you a freedom you didn’t know existed. The consequences of your actions instead of taking you a step closer to him, formed a barrier. Jungkook’s sweet touches turned rough with rage, his passionate kisses turned possessive, and his comfortable casual talk went to promises/lies of a forever. 

Rating: M [Language, Strong Scenes, Drug usage, Sexual Scenes](Will add a warning prior if that chapter will contain any smut scenes)

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a One Shot, but after I started writing it I couldn’t stop. After it got way too long I decided to divide it into 3 sections. I am hoping to finish this in about a week. I almost have it completely finished, just need to edit it. I hope you enjoy it :)

Not 100% edited yet. Might have minor mistakes :)

Feedback is greatly appreciated!

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies.

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

-Still I Rise, Maya Angelou

Those eyes that showed you galaxies that forever were going to be out of reach. Those lips that peppered little glimpses of heaven all over your skin. Those fingers that traced every curve of your body as if you were made of the most fragile glass. Those strands of hair that you held onto with  dear life when he was rocking into you so deep that you were scared to spiral down into an endless abyss if you let go. Those promises of forever and always whispered in between the sheets every night. They were all but a mere figment of your imagination. Now you know better.

Those eyes were grounding you to the floor not taking you to outer space. Those lips were damning you to hell as you let them set your core ablaze. Those fingers were strangling your neck, stealing your breath away. Those strands of hair were not for support, they were but a loose rope that would let you fall. Those promises were lies. Forever and always did not exist. The only thing real were those blankets, where your sweaty bodies had entangled and connected over and over again.Those blankets were now entangled with last weeks takeout in the deep depths of trash, along with the memories of haunting smiles. At least that is what you liked to tell yourself. That was probably a lie too.


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Angel With a Shotgun

Originally posted by supercanaries

Request: Can you write a Barry one shot based on ‘Angel With A Shotgun’ by The Cab, with y/n being the “Angel”?

Notes: Okay so I hope this is what you’re looking for, although i have a feeling I might have gone a little far-fetched with the request. I hope you like it, anyways.

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“My brother’s problem,” Mycroft lamented, “is that he’d rather be a king in hell than a servant in Heaven.”

“So? It’s got nothing to do with me. I keep an eye on people…living, breathing human people. In fact, I try to keep them that way. That’s my job, it’s in the title.” John felt himself growing exasperated. “Anyway, since when do fallen angels need a guardian?”

“Since She decided she’d like to keep him on our side. Moriarity has been recruiting and I don’t want him to go the way of the other one…” He trailed off at the disconcerting thought of Eurus. “Keep an eye on him, won’t you?”

John understood that it was not a question. He was being ordered, and the orders came directly from The Woman upstairs herself.

The King of Tickling (DeanxSamxCrowley)

(Ticklish!Dean) (Ticklish!Sam) (Tickler!Crowley)

A.N., The name is atrocious, I know.

This is a fan fiction that @fanficsandfluff and I wrote together, but she isn’t publishing it on her blog because she’s too humble to accept the fact that she did equal, if not more, writing than me.

Summary: Crowley can’t seem to keep his hands off of the human blood, and it causes drunken tickly mishaps.

Sam was sitting atop his bed reading a book when the King of Hell himself stumbled through the doorway. He saw Sam’s disheveled expression and started giggling like a schoolgirl. “Moose! How’s my favorite forest animal doin’?” He said, barely being able to stand up straight.

“Crowley..? What’s with you?” Sam inquired.

“Wah, this? Oh, I just got into a few of your blood vials for.., ya know, kicks.” The demon explains, a bit of a question sounding in his voice. God, he’s really out of it.

“You’ve been shooting up blood again? Damn Crowley, we give you this much”, he makes a gesture of about a half inch in between his thumb and index finger, “leeway to walk around the bunker and you go stealing our blood for your habit?”

“Aww, Moosie!! You do care!”

“Fuck off.”

“Oo, Feisty.”

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Blunt Drama Recap 2014 (Part 3 of 4)

One Warm Word

I know my husband is cheating. I’m going to make him cry blood in a super smooth way but why the hell my lil bro fell in love with that cheating woman’s sister?! In the end we made up though coz he’s super hot.  

God’s Gift 14 Days

After drowning in a magic lake, I get to time-travel to the past to change my daughter’s fate who gets killed in the present because she can’t obey my words. I succeed but the detective who has been helping me all this time is kinda sacrificed to that lake. 

Doctor Stranger

I’m a genius surgeon. I did everything to find my spy girlfriend. Things are getting confusing since my girlfriend is not like my girlfriend but things finally worked out pretty well.  


I was deep in debt and I met this young rich lady CEO who offered to help me pay my debt if I lend myself to her for a few days for work. I agreed. My wife mistook it as an affair. We got a divorce and so I start a new relationship with the lady CEO. 


I’m a cold-blooded prosecutor who is about to get serious with my awesome career but damn suddenly I got this serious tumor in my brain. But I will fight it. 

You Who Came From The Stars

I’m an alien in a handsome human form. I’ve lived for hundreds years on earth while waiting for my spaceship to come. During my last wait, I fell in love with an actress who happened to be the reincarnated version of the girl I have helped in the past. Finally we managed to go through all the obstacles.   

You’re All Surrounded

I mistook a good cop ahjussi as a bad guy who have killed my mother. In the end I get to find the real killer. I’m sorry, good guy ahjussi. 

It’s Okay It’s Love

When I couldn’t have sex because of a trauma, a handsome schizophrenic oppa is the right medicine. Later I have to treat his mental illness but it’s okay coz it’s love.

She’s So Lovable

I fall in love with my dead girlfriend’s much younger sister but I can do this coz love haz no boundaries. 


My family was ruined because of a fabricated report made by a female reporter. I live in fear but still plan to take a revenge but years later I fall in love with the daughter of that woman reporter.

Angel Eyes

My mother gave her eyes to my girlfriend but my girlfriend’s dad is the one that killed my mother. I am angry and my girlfriend is devastated after finding out the truth, but our love conquers it all. 

Birth of A Beauty 

After getting a plastic surgery, I survived the cruel society. Now I’m planning to take a revenge to my murderous husband with the help of a handsome genius CEO who falls in love with the pretty me. 

Destiel Flash Fiction

Title: Uno

Word Count: 602

Warnings: None at all!

Requested by: @maddy-rylie

Destiel Fluff

Dean and Cass sat at the table, a game of Uno near completion. They had been playing for a while already, neither of them were paying attention to the time, and multiple games had finished with Cass being the victor of each. Dean had grown impatient over his losing streak after Cass’s second win, and he had no qualms about hiding his attitude.

“Uno…” Cass announced calmly as he laid a card down. He wiggled in his seat, adjusting to pull his bathrobe out from under him. He rubbed his eyes, yawning quietly.

Dean’s nostrils flaired, his jaw clenching as he looked from his hand of four cards and over to Cass’s singular card. “How do you keep doing this?!” He threw the cards down on the table and leaned back, crossing his arms. Cass’ eyes narrowed, his head tilting to one side.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve won six games in a row, and this is about to be the seventh! Are you cheating?! Are you using some kind of Angel hoodoo to change your cards?! You’re cheating, aren’t you?!” Dean stood and pointed, his face growing a bright red.

“Why would I do that, Dean? That would be a completely trivial use of my powers to cheat at such a simple game.”

Dean’s face contorted angrily, “You’re ridiculous! I know you’re cheating, I can tell! Stop being a child and just admit it!”

Cass set his card down and pushed his chair back as he rose, “If anyone is being a child it would be you, getting so worked up over this. I didn’t cheat, but if you refuse to believe me I can’t do anything about it. I’m going to bed now, it’s late.” He turned and strode throught the doorway and into the hallway that led to his room. Dean watched him go, his anger subsiding only slightly.

I’m the one that’s childish?! He flipped over Cass’s card and stared at the card that would have made him the winner once again. OF COURSE! He whipped it away from him, not bothering to see where it landed. He stomped back to his room and flopped on his bed, staring at the floor as he ranted internally. He was being a baby, he didn’t admit he was cheating even when I called him out on it. He stormed off, that was immature of him, he can’t blame me for the situation.


A couple hours later, Dean still lay on his bed, sleep escaping him as he played their conversation in his head on a constant cycle. Ok… Maybe I overreacted a bit, I didn’t have to accuse him of cheating.

He heaved himself up and stepped carefully through his dark room and down the hall to Cass’s where he opened the door slowly and peeked his head through the crack. Cass was crumpled into a ball on the side of his bed, his head cradled in his elbow. Any anger that Dean had left melted away instantly. He padded up to the bed and crawled over to Cass, laying down and cuddling up to his back. Cass stirred and glanced over his shoulder with lidded, sleepy eyes. “What are you doing in here?” He whispered. Dean snuggled his face into Cass’s nightshirt and pulled him close. “I’m sorry I got mad at you, I shouldn’t have accused you of cheating…” His voice muffled through the fabric. Cass sighed, smiling as he grabbed Dean’s hand.   “I forgive you… But you know… We should probably refrain from playing Uno for a while.”

Dean snorted lightly, “I think you might be right.”

( @maddy-rylie I finally wrote it for you, I’m so sorry it took so long! Let me know if you have any more requests, and I will work on them right away :D I have more time to write now, so hmu!)

I’m tagging @travelingintheimpalaandthetardis because I know you like destiel fluff 😊

anonymous asked:

just… come back alive, okay jaia

“just… come back alive, okay” Jace turned around and looked at Maia who was sitting in her bed, knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting on top as she looked at Jace with sleep in her eyes. The lamp at the side giving her beautiful features a soft glow, an angelic look.

“Are you going soft on me?” Jace asked as he slipped on his jacket.

“Maybe I just want you to be careful so that I won’t have to patch you up again, member last week?”

Jace shrugged and smiled “caring is a good look on you”

“Don’t die on me you jerk” Maia called as Jace left the room.

“I love you too”


Every morning, Father Gold saw her in the Diner but she never looked up from her plate. He’d watch her walk down the street and bite his tongue to keep from calling her name, just to feel it roll off his tongue. 

Belle. Beauty incarnate. With a reputation for kindness and grace. 

Unknown to the downtrodden priest, Belle had been watching him, too. Her natural curiosity was sparked by his quiet, almost hermetic ways, her fancy won by his gentle amber eyes. Her heart broke as she watched him pray, looking so broken and lost.

Father Gold knelt at the altar and begged for understanding, for forgiveness. He sinned each day with lust in his heart for an angel who walked among men. 

“Father Gold?” her soft voice roused him from his heavy contemplation.


She knelt in front of him. “You know my name…”

His heart was pounding. She was so close, her eyes so bright, the scent of roses in the air around her.  

“Why are you here?” he breathed, at last, before the silence in the shabby church could close in on them. 

Belle studied him, a sad smile tugging at her lips. “You looked lonely.” 

She longed to touch him, smooth away the frown lines etched deep around his mouth. But she knew she’d never be satisfied with just a single touch. So she simply waited for him to lead her in the next prayer.

As their voices blended and echoed against the high ceiling, Father Gold stole surreptitious glances at the lovely creature before him, wondering if she could be his absolution… or his damnation. 

anonymous asked:

Ciel jeolous Sebastian from innocence Harcout. I want Ciel's rock-heart in pain. Please do this.

Finally I get to write about my little angel, Joanne!

So, if I’m understanding correctly, you are asking for Ciel being jealous over Sebastian being nice to Joanne? I hope I understood correctly.

Warning: this may be quite extreme.

Well, here it goes!

Ciel caught his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down hard. He lowered his head, the fringe casting a shadow over the eye patch and the visible eye. How dare he? How dare he? I won’t forgive him! I will definitely do something about him! Were the words running through his head as he thought of how brightly Joanne smiled after a tutor session with Sebastian. The boy already looked like an angel, in that moment he was shining like one. His smile beamed with happiness. How dare he be that happy? He doesn’t even know what Sebastian is! It wasn’t the first time that Ciel noticed how the blonde boy looked at his demon. The way he always smiled sweetly, the way his eyes softened and he looked fondly at Sebastian. At first, Ciel just watched. However, with time, something began to brew inside him. A feeling he was acquainted with, but never felt it the way he did this time. He was never jealous over his demon, not even when he went off to sleep with women for information. He didn’t need to because in those times Sebastian’s actions didn’t mean anything. They both knew their priorities and others’ feelings did not matter. This time, however, when he saw that pure sincerity… At first, he felt a pang and his breath hitched in his throat, then something clenched inside his chest and he felt like he would throw up. It wasn’t disgust, and not hatred either. It was more like anger; an anger behind which fear was hiding.

When he thought of Joanne and Sebastian together, he always imagined the demon being gentle with the boy. Smiling at him softly, touching him in ways that would only make him feel pleasure and nothing less. Being so loving and gentle it made Ciel sick. He’d be good to Harcourt because Harcourt was the kind of human that would earn Sebastian’s respect if he proved himself. Harcourt wasn’t like Agni, but he could earn Sebastian’s favor in a different way. With all the humiliation that he was put through, he stayed true to his purity. Ciel would not have been able to do that. Some saw Joanne as being weak for that, but Ciel knew what Sebastian saw in him. Sebastian saw someone who had a strong personality. Strong enough to withstand everything that would be happening to them. Strong enough to let all the misfortune wash over them and still be good. In this case, tears were a sign of strength when it came to Joanne. But then Ciel thought, would Joanne be the same if he went through what Ciel experienced in that one month? Oh how tempting it would be to put the blonde through all of that. He recalled all of those horrors but now in his mind Joanne was the one going through them. Imagining the boy in fear, screaming for help and for the monsters with a human beginning to stop what they were doing, he couldn’t help but smile. His shoulder’s shook as he tried to stifle his laughter.

Calm, burgundy orbs were watching the boy. Their owner could imagine what the child was thinking based on his behavior and his own deductions. “Young Master,” Sebastian spoke, “you know this is needless.”

The smile went away from Ciel’s face and his lips tightened. “Shut up!” He ordered with venom in his voice. As soon as Ciel could get Sebastian alone from all of those students who wanted to be tutored, he pulled the demon into his teacher’s quarters and had him lay on the bed. Ciel undid his pants quite roughly and as quickly as he could. When Sebastian reached to help, he smacked the man’s hands away. He didn’t even think about his shoes. When his bottom half was bare, he climbed onto the bed and straddled the other’s lap. Ciel undid Sebastian’s pants with the same roughness that was bestowed upon his own garments. Sebastian wanted to help his master again, but held himself back. Once he managed to undo the forsaken belt and pants, Ciel pulled them down and took hold of the member. He stroked Sebastian the way he never had before. This time, he wasn’t being gentle, skittish, timid, teasing, hesitant, or anything else that he ever was. This time, he was rough. He wanted that cock to be hard and he didn’t care about the means as long as he got the result. Once the demon flesh was standing up hard, he positioned himself above it and took it without preparation. Though it hurt because the penetration was coming too soon and there was no lubricant, Ciel was persistent. Sebastian wanted to stop the boy, but Ciel took all of him before he could. Sebastian finally concluded what was going on when his master started to ride him roughly, making grunts and huffs. Then there was the way Ciel’s head was hung and his facial expressions.

Now, the boy was nearing his climax. His cheeks were more red and he was huffing and whining. Sebastian kept watching his master. It would be a lie to say that his own body wasn’t responding to the boy and he would spend himself soon too. When Ciel’s time came, he gripped the front of Sebastian’s top so tight his knuckles turned white. When he came, his entire body tensed up. Afterwards, he sat atop Sebastian, breathing deeply.

It was when Ciel moved to get off that Sebastian sat up and captured the boy in his arms. Surprised and confused, Ciel’s head shot up to look at the butler. Then he tried to push Sebastian back but to no avail. “Let me go!” He ordered but the demon refused.

“No, not yet.” Sebastian said. “You act how you please and think you can leave just like that? I won’t let you.” That earned Sebastian a slap to the face that made him turn his head, and then another one, and a third for a good measure. A fourth would come but Sebastian grabbed hold of Ciel’s wrist. Ciel clenched his teeth and moved to slap Sebastian with his free hand but the demon caught the second wrist with the same hand he held the first one. He pulled his master closer to his body with the arm wrapped around the boy’s back and leaned his face in closer. “I think I know why you are like this. I’ve noticed a change in your behavior some time ago.” Ciel averted his glare to the side and Sebastian continued. “I didn’t think I’d ever have to say this. More than that, words like that don’t even seem necessary when it comes to us. But I will anyway.” He made a pause to take hold of Ciel’s jaw with the hand he had on his back so that Ciel would look him in the eyes. “You… Have nothing to worry about.” Ciel glared into Sebastian’s eyes, breathing deeply. “Why are you even bothering yourself with such things when you know your priorities? Nothing else matters.”

“I see the way he looks at you ever day!” Ciel finally hissed out the words.

“So this is jealousy.” The words earned the demon a darker glare and Ciel’s vigorous attempts to free his hands so that he could rain down more slaps with the addition of punches. To calm the boy, Sebastian gripped his jaw harder, but not hard enough to leave any marks. “What is it going to take for you to focus on your task again?”

Ciel’s lips spread in a smile. “Take him… Roughly. Without gentleness. Show him how you really are. Break his little fantasies with reality.” That was Ciel’s wish.

Sebastian’s expression did not change as he watched his master and listened to the order. “An act like that will create trouble for us. He will tell someone and then there would be trouble we won’t be able to get out of. And if we kill him, there will be trouble too.”

“Are you refusing an order!?” Ciel raised his tone but Sebastian silenced him with another squeeze of his jaw.

“No, I am saving your scrawny little behind.” The demon answered. “Calm yourself. You’ll have what you want after we’re finished here.”

After that, Ciel was calmer, though his feelings toward Joanne did not change. Of course, what Sebastian said would be done to Joanne never came to be. In the end, things developed in a way that there was no need for that. If only the little angel knew how lucky he was.

bluetaems  asked:




“Don’t you dare say you love me” Pt.3-Nate Maloley

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

The kiss was electric. We kissed for a solid three minutes until a fussy toddler wokeup. “Mommy hold me”,he whined through his pacifier extending his arms. You pulled away from Nate, and you felt defeat like he had won again. You quickly got out of the car and went to the backseat. “Hey baby, wanna go see grammy”,you said to him. “mhmm”,he said. “(y/n), you’re not going to talk about what just happened? It was amazing, there was a spark. If you say you didn’t feel it you’re lying”,Nate said. You ignored him and walked into Kami’s house. “Mommy you’re back”,you daughter screamed with excitement. You hugged her and put your son down. “Were you good for Grammy and Papi”,you asked looking up at them. “Yes ma’am. Can I stay with them? Pleaseeeee.”,she said. “If its okay with them”,you smiled. Kami nodded at you and your daughter cheered with excitement. “Do you want to stay here or go home with mommy”,you asked your son. “Stay pwease”,he said. “Okay let me go get your bag from the car”,you said.

You walked outside to see Nate laying on the hood of the car. You walked to the front of the car and lifted yourself onto the hood. “Remember after our first date we did this”,Nate said. You giggled and nodded your head at the memory. “You tried to name constellations and when you ran out of names you made your own”,you laughed. “I didn’t make them up”,he said. “So theres really a constellation called big booty”,you smiled. “Yea”,he smiled. You just laughed and continued to look at the stars. 

Originally posted by citre

“What happened to us being happy together baby”,Nate said taking your hand. “Lets not talk about it Nate, I’m finally over it”,you said sliding off the car. “No, c’mon won’t you just forgive me? I miss you, I fucking miss you. I miss coming home to you and the kids. I miss kissing you, I miss telling you everything is going to be okay, I miss holding you, even fucking touching you?”, He screamed. You walked up to his face and slapped him. “Are you fucking kidding? You hurt me and the kids. You fucked my best friend in our bed! And i’m so fucking stupid because i can’t get over you Nate! I try and try and I can’t stop loving you, let alone get you out of my head! You broke my heart and no one was there to help pick up the pieces, only me!”,you screamed back. You went the the trunk and got the bag out of the car. You walked inside to see Kami holding your son by the door. You smiled and pretended everything was okay, you’ve gotten very good at it lately. “Okay so theirs pajamas and extra clothes in here. Oh and some diapers”,you smiled handing her the bag. “Okay I’ll see you tomorrow monkey”,you kissed his forehead. “Princess, come kiss me goodbye”,you yelled upstairs. She came flooding downstairs and giving you a big kiss. “I love you mommy, sweet dreams”, she whispered in your ear. “I love you most babygirl”,you whispered back giving her a eskimo kiss. “Bye guys, see you tommorrow”, you waved heading toward the door. “No, mommy don’t leave stay here”,you son said. He wiggled out of Kami’s arms and ran to you. “Baby I can’t stay, I have to go home. You can come with me or stay here. Daddy’s staying here tonight”,you said to him. “Noo stay with me, pwease”,he said with his lip stuck out. “(y/n), its already 12 and it would take you an hour to get home, plus he probably needs you since he just got stitches”,Kami said. “Oh-um okay sure mommy will stay”,you said awkwardly. 

“Alright guys lets go upstairs to bed”,you said to the munchkins. You walked up the stairs carrying (y/s/n) and holding your daughters hand. While going up stairs you saw old pictures of you and Nate from highschool. “Oh mommy is that you and daddy”,you daughter said with excitement. “Yea, it is”,you said. “You look pretty mama”,your son said. “Hey, thats my line”,Nate said appearing from his bedroom. “Hey, your mom said we could stay over since its late, that okay”,you asked timidly. “Yea,yea thats fine baby”,he said. “Woah dad are these your trophies”,you son asked wiggling out of your arms. “No no don’t touch, you’ll break them”,you said chasing after him. “Its fine, one day you’ll have some too”,he said picking up your son and letting his hold a trophy. “Mommy whats this picture”,your daughter asked you handing you a picture. You looked at it and remembered it was one of the best nights ever. “Well, that night Daddy had a big championship basketball game. And he won and it made us very happy. I was cheering on the side and when daddy score the last basket I ran to him and jumped into his arms. And grammy took his picture”,you explained. “And then later that night me and mommy went to a dance and were crowned king and queen. She looked beautiful, she was like an angel. She was my angel”,Nate said to the kids,

Originally posted by happilywilted

Originally posted by justforgetaboutheworld

You were lost in his perfect mud puddle eyes and perfect words. “Your dress is pretty”,you daughter said. You snapped out of your daydream. “Well, maybe you can wear it one day”,you said to her. Her smile grew four times bigger. “Okay guys time for bed”,you said getting off the bed. “Daddy can we all sleep in here and cuddle like we did at the old house”,’your daughter asked Nate. “C’mon honey, lets go get your night gown on okay”,you said taking her hand. You walked to the guest bedroom and got them ready for bed and noticed you didn’t have clothes for yourself. “Mommy can I go sleep in daddy’s room”,you daughter asked. “Sure, want me to walked you down since its dark”,you asked. She nodded her head. You didn’t bother your son since hes already fallen asleep. When you reached the door you knocked softly. “Come in”,you heard Nate say. “Daddy, can I sleep with you”,your daughter asked timidly. “Of course”,Nate said picking her up and tickling her. You smiled at them, remembering how it used to be. “Goodnight babygirl, goodnight Nate”,you said turning around heading down the hall. “Hey baby, do you need some clothes”,Nate said to you. You turned around and shook your head no. “Yea you do, come here”,he said. You walked toward his room again and waited. He returned with a white tshirt. “I remember how you always loved to wear my shirts to bed”,Nate said smiling. You saw his dimples and you just wanted to kiss them. You accepted the shirt. “Look Nate, you’ve gotta stop calling me baby”,you said looking down. “I can’t, you’ll always be my baby”,Nate said kissing your cheek. “Nate, please stop. I don’t want you hurting me again”,you said on the verge of crying.

Originally posted by ncislosangelesawkwardteenwolf

“I won’t hurt you, not again. You will always win, every fight, every decision, everything. I will do anything to get you back. You are my world and if I’m not with you, I don’t know how I function one more day. I need you back baby. You made me a better person. I will pick up the pieces I broke. I’m so goddamn stupid for doing what I did.”,he said. You broke down right there outside of his room. It was a good thing your daughter was already asleep, you didn’t want her to see you upset. Nate then embraced you and you felt more secure. You kept crying and crying. You’ve kept in all the anger and pain for months on end. You finally ran out of tear and just stayed in his arms. “I-I still love you Nate”,you finally said. “I love you, more and more each day”,he said holding you and kissing your neck. “Can I ask you one question Nate”,you asked hiccuping from all the crying. “Anything baby”,he said. You looked up to see his brown eyes were now blood shot from crying too. “Why’d you do it”,you said quietly. “Well, I came home early that day. I parked my car in the garage so the kids wouldn’t see and I came home to see her on our couch. She was obviously drunk and she was crying. She was looking her you because Mark left her. I made her some tea and tried to make her feel better till you came home. I went back to the bedroom to get her some clean clothes. And I came back to see she was in the kitchen making something. She came up to me and handed me a cup and told me she made me her signature drink. It smelled terrible, but she told me she always made it for Mark so I drank it to make her feel better. And that’s when all the shit happened. I felt really weird after I drank it. I started hallucinating and all that fucking shit happened. I really didn’t mean it baby, i really didn’t. I just didn’t say anything because I thought you wouldn’t believe me”,he said. You sat there in shock and let all that new information. And you knew he was telling the truth because whenever he lied he’d look away from you. 

Originally posted by missedlynn

“Oh baby, why didn’t you just tell me that.”,you said embracing him. “I thought you’d think I was lying or really did sleep with her”,he said wiping his tears. You took your hand and wiped his cheeks for him. “I wish you would’ve told me”,you said kissing his cheek. “I’m sorry I caused so much heart ache”,he said breaking down again. “It’s okay, we’re okay now baby.”,you said kissing him. “Can I have another chance baby? I love you so much”,he said through his tears. “Of course you can”,you whispered kissing his tears.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

anonymous asked:

You'd be bent over so fast I don't think you'd have time to pick up a fight. Also, could you actually hurt such an angel? his eyes would probably be so full of desire. I'm 99% sure you'd give in, just think about all the dirty stuff you write about him, you'd wanna see his reaction to you calling him daddy or find out if he really has a big beautiful cock. Don't tell me you don't like that thought.

there’s always time to start a fight. trust me, i won’t always want to fight him, just sometimes. like i said, it depends on my mood. i haven’t been in a fight since january, i’m looking for one.

No Goodbyes (sneak peek)

“You look like that type of guy that fucks my life over and when you are done with me I will be a mess. Broken and shattered and in pieces. I know that by looking at your freaking handsome face. It’s devilish and angelic at the same time and I’m scared!” I said, clenching my hands into fists.

“Don’t be”

He stepped closer, getting a hold of my wrists.

“I can’t promise you that I won’t hurt you. Can’t promise being the guy you deserve. With me, there’s no such thing as dinner dates or hand holding or going to the movies.”

His jaw clenched and I know that I was doomed as he ran his thumb over my lower lip, never breaking eye contact.

“With me it’s secret meetings at hotel rooms at 2 a.m., flying you out in private jets to wherever I am, sex in dressing rooms. Rough sex. I live for the thrill - and I know you do too”


Fav actors ♡

PART 3 or “some of my favorite "models-turned-actors”; actors, whose acting skills development really positively surprise me; people whose supporting roles were way more interesting than the mains, which allowed me to see the end of some overrated, filled epic wall kisses, fluffy jumpers, too many crying scenes and hugs committed by main couple, dramas & actors for whom I can watch everything “ - YOUNG VERSION (it just happened this way, no ulterior motives, my favorite actors are all-age ranged ^^)

Birthday Cake (M - Jungkook)


Requests:  Can you make a smut about the reader being Jungkook’s birthday cake😉 &   @allaboutthespn said: Can I have 43 and 106 with the golden kookie? 😃😄

Word Count: 3,209 words

Look at this happy little bean aww

You woke up early, making Jungkook breakfast and setting it up nicely on a tray before you returned to see him still fast asleep.  You figured he would still be asleep, the time only being just a little over 9am and he couldn’t fall asleep until around 1. He made you sing to him, saying your off key singing always put him to sleep and you hit his head. You still complied, seeing his body beginning to relax with the sound of your voice and your own eyes being to droop as well.


“5 more minutes…”

“I should have stopped after our fifth round.”

“Why, so you can say you only lost to me 3 times instead of 4.”

“You know, most guys would let their girlfriends win so he doesn’t make her feel bad.”

“I’m not like most guys.”

“I figured that out when you buy me a custom Pepe for our 3 month anniversary.”

“Don’t talk about him like that when he’s in the room, babe. He has feelings too.”

“I liked you better when you were asleep.” He rolled over to look at you with a mischievous grin on his face as he took the tray from your hands, thanking you and you sat next to him on the bed. He spread some jam on his toast and cut it into pieces.

“Open up.”

“Jungkook, it’s your breakfast.”

“I know you haven’t eaten, babe.”

“I’m not hungry.” Your stomach decided to disprove your statement by growling loudly and you could feel Jungkook’s disapproving look, letting him feed you a bite. You fed him in return, finishing his breakfast together before he placed a kiss on the corner of your lips. He smiled at you gingerly as you snapped your head in his direction, seeing him lick his lips and look down into his lap.

“You had some jam on your cheek, cutie.”

“I could have wiped it off.”

“And miss that priceless look you’re giving me, no way.”

“How are you older than me?”

“Well, Y/N, when a man and a woman love each other a lot, they–” You hit him in the face with your pillow, him taking a few moments to process what happened before he swung his pillow at the side of your head. He took a few hits from you before he hit your sides, getting away from you and you chased him with your pillow. He tossed a couch pillow when you entered the living room, aiming for your face but you caught it and aimed it back at him. He dodged, the pillow hitting your wall and he tossed another pillow at you, this time hitting your face.

“Jeon Jungkook!” He let out a laugh, running away again and you following him again, catching him in the bedroom. You two stood in front of each other, standing on either side of the bed and he looked at you smugly.

“Why aren’t you moving, Kookie?”

“Why aren’t you moving, babe?”

“Because you could move first.”

“So can you.”

“Drop your pillow, Jungkook.”

“You drop yours, Y/N.”

“At the same time.”

“On the count of 3.”



“Three.” You ran over the bed, Jungkook pushing you down and quickly climbing atop of you and tossing your pillows away. He grabbed your wrists, holding your hands above your head and looked at you with a triumphant smile graced upon his face. You knew he was proud to have another victory over you again, his competitive nature always showing in anything. You could remember the one time you played chess with him, you were sure he didn’t know all the rules yet he still managed to get checkmate.

You’ve been playing chess since you were little, playing Namjoon once in a while when you found him in the dorms. But Jungkook beat you on his first attempt at the game. Maybe you need to rethink doing anything that could be a competition with Jungkook involved.

“I win, Y/N.”

“Fair and square.”

“What’s my reward?”

“It was a pillow fight, Kookie.”

“And you lost, now give me a reward.”

“I don’t know what to give you.”

“I have an idea.”

“What is–” He pressed his lips against yours, the taste of strawberry jam and lemonade flooding your taste buds and you kissed him back. His lips were skilled, moving sweet and slow and letting his tongue run against your bottom lip. You let his tongue enter your mouth, tangled tongue with him and felt his tongue roam every inch of your mouth.

You craved more than his nectarous lips, wishing to feel his hot body press against your bare skin. You wanted to let yourself be vulnerable for him, allow him to tear you apart and mould you back together with his hands. He pulled away, snapping you out of your bawdy thoughts and looking at him, dazed.

“It was worth it. So worth it.” He said before lying on top of you, his whole body weight on your body and you hit him.

“Jungkook, get off me! You’re crushing my body.”

“But you’re so warm.” He nuzzled his head on your chest and you bit your lip, feeling your nipples becoming more sensitive and tried to pry him off you.

“Jungkook, I mean it. Off me, now.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I can’t believe you’re 19.”

“Feels like just yesterday, I came here from Busan. That shy 15 year old boy that didn’t know people. That kid who looked up to his hyungs because they were all he had.”


“I’m glad I met you. You’re the only girl who really took the time to figure me out. You were patient with me, taking me out of my shell, letting me come around to see that you weren’t just going to disappear like other girls.”


“Too much emotion?”

“No. I’m glad I met you too. You might not be a complete transformation from that shy 15 year old but it doesn’t matter. I fell in love with Jeon Jungkook, the guy who can’t let me win anything over him, the man who lives with passion, the boy who sings his heart out every time he graces upon a stage, the man who puts his heart and soul into everything he does. Whether you’re 15 or 50, you’ll always be my Jungkook.” You were tearing up through your speech before feeling Jungkook wipe your cheek. He kissed you softly, pulling away seconds later and you smiled.

“Thank you, angel.”

“But for real, let me win something against you.”

“You won one match yesterday.”

“Which you profusely denied and claimed that I clearly cheated somehow.”

“It’s still a victory.” You rolled your eyes, Jungkook put his hand on your face and you looked at him. He squished your face, making you pucker your lips and you slapped his hands away.

“You’re better at me in cooking.”

“That’s a skill you don’t have. I remember when I told you to watch my soup while I go to the store to buy some meat for it and you somehow managed to let it burn?”

“How do you burn a liquid?” He grumbled, you in return placing your hand on his face.

“You have a talent for ruining food, Kookie. I think you inherited it from Namjoon.”

“Whatever, are you happy now?”

“Thanks for trying.”

“Come on, babe. What does winning over me even mean?”

“That you aren’t the golden maknae.”

“Although I am, why does that matter to you?”

“I just really want to see you lose for once.” He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, looking at you and you stared back at him. It unintentionally turned into a staring contest and you blinked first.


“This is just a small victory.”

“It’s still a victory.”

“I know the perfect place to resolve this.”


“Indoor trampolining?”

“Best two out of three, who can jump the highest, score the most points at the basketball game, and who can jump the furthest into the pit.”

“We need a moderator.”

“I already thought of that, baby.” You saw the rest of BTS walk in, peeling off their masks and Taehyung let out a loud pant.

“What do you need all of us here for, Kookie?”

“It’s my birthday and you guys don’t want to see your favourite 19 year old.”

“We would want to see if you don’t tell us a location and give us 30 minutes to get there. I swear Taehyung almost lost his shoe trying to catch up to the car.”

“It’s not my fault that you guys didn’t want to wait for me to tie my shoes.”

“It was taking too much.”

“It was 30 s-”

“Can you two idiots argue elsewhere?”

“The only idiot here is Taehyung.”

“Shut up, Jimin. You’re not clever either.”

“Okay, we brought you here not to argue like children but to moderate our little competition.”

“Plus, trampolining is fun. Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“If this is lame, I’m going home.”

“Namjoon, quit being so grumpy. You sound like an old man.”

“You mean Yoongi?”

“Do you have a death wish, kid?” You eased the hostility and grumpiness, getting everyone ready to jump on the trampolines. Jungkook jumped in the one next to you, off the bat trying to outjump you but you tried to bounce higher. You switched spots and gained more height in your jumps. You tried to do some tricks, Jungkook trying to mimic you.

“Do your own tricks!”

“Yours are so much better.”

“At least I can jump higher than you.”


“Yes, taste defeat.” You said as you tried a flip off one of the wall trampolines, bumping into poor Jin and knocking you both down.

“Oh god, Jin. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay; we can bounce back from this.”

“Jin hyung, that was so lame.”

“Why do we go out in public with you?”

“You all are ungrateful brats!” You laughed a little before getting out of the same trampoline space as Jin, you getting out of the section and Jungkook gave you the victory. You both moved to the area when you and Jungkook played basketball. You both had difficulty, although you eventually go the hang of it and starting making shots. Jungkook began making all his shots, having a smug look on his face every time he made a shot. You bumped his elbow and he elbowed you back when you take a shot.


“You hit my elbow first.”

“You had a smug look on your face.”

“That’s because I’m winning.”

“Jimin, what’s the score?”

“Y/N have 43,” you were smiling until you heard the rest of Jimin’s sentence, “but Jungkook has 44.”


“I’m so going to kick your ass in the pit jump, just watch.”

“That’s some statement, baby girl.”

“It’s a promise.”

“You’re really hot when you’re competitive.”

“Then, I’m about to get sexy.” You walked over to the pit area, Jungkook hot on your heels and waited for your turn. You both jumped, wanting to claim victory quickly and looked at Taehyung who was supposed to watching you both.


“Oh, shit. Do it again, I swear I’ll watch you both this time.” You both looked at each other, he was looking at his phone and you two got out the pit. Jungkook helped you up, you meekly thanking him and jumping into the pit again.

“How about this time, Tae?”

“It’s a tie..”


“You guys landed around the same spot, so it’s a tie.”

“We can’t have a tie, I have to beat this stupid golden maknae. Taehyung, be honest. I won, didn’t I?”

“Excuse me, little girl. I’m golden for a reason and I won this round.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Here, children. Quit it and let’s get out of this place.”


“Did I fucking stutter?” Yoongi could be commanding if he wants to and you guy got back into your regular shoes, going back to your apartment. The boys went to the dorm, Jungkook staying at your place instead and being teased by the other boys.

“So, we’re both equals.”

“I guess so.”

“My girlfriend is pretty golden.”

“You’re lame.”

“So are you.” He smiled at you and playfully bumped elbows with you until you smiled, making a cute sound when he saw the smile on your face. You two just spent a few hours, taking a nap before going out to dinner with the rest of the boys.

“Baby, can we shower together?”


“Saving time and water.”

“It’s always the same excuse.”

“Can we or not?”

“Pushy.” You followed him into the bathroom, starting the shower and began taking off your clothes. You didn’t notice him staring at you until you looked into the mirror to fix your hair into a shower cap.



“Your shower cap have little cookies on it, were you thinking of me when you bought this?”

“No, I was thinking of protecting my hair. It’s not always about you, Jungkook.”

“That’s weird, I thought it was.” You rolled your eyes, hearing him chuckling and entered the shower with him. He put his hand on your hips, slowly running his fingertips against your sides and you shivered to his touch. You felt his hot breath against your neck and you hit his head.

“Ow. Shit, babe, you hit my eye.”

“Kookie, are you alright?” You turned to face him and he had his hand covering his eye, you grabbing his hand to look at his eyes. It wasn’t too bad, just glossy from irritation and you kissed under his eye.

“The last time I try to be sexy in the shower.”

“No, it’s not.”

“You’re right, it’s probably not.” You washed him, making sure to not dwell on cleaning his back and chest for too long before washing yourself. Jungkook snatched your personal sponge from you, washing your back even though you didn’t want him to. You both got out the shower, drying yourself before changing into formal attire. You wore a stunning scarlet hi-low dress, pairing it with silver heels and Jungkook drove you to the bar.

“Happy birthday, maknae!”


“Hyung, are you already drunk?”

“I may have had 2 or 3 drinks before you two decided to show up.” You sat down in the booth next to Jungkook and Hoseok. You always found talking to Hobi easy, always talking about dance, music or your plants. It was strange to talk about plants but Hobi managed to make anything seem exciting.

“Who’s the birthday boy?”

“Him.” You eyed the waitress, seeing that she had a few buttons loose and her cleavage in full view when she leaned over. You linked arms with him, Jungkook oblivious to you and she placed a birthday hat on his head.

“Happy birthday.” You kept your hand locked with his, his thumb running over yours as you took sips of champagne and seeing Jimin, Namjoon and Tae drunk with Hobi a bit tipsy.

“Yah, Kookie. How is your girlfriend so hot?”

“Because she’s out of your league.”

“Apply cold water to that burn, dude.” The rest of the guys laughed at Jimin’s drunk confession but you felt Jungkook squeeze your hand a little.

“Let’s dance, okay?”

“Okay.” He led you onto the floor, the blaring sound muffled once you felt Jungkook’s hands roamed your body again. You almost purred in his ear, wanting him to take you home instead.

He quickly said his goodbyes before pulling you along with him, eager to get home. You let his hand rub against your inner thigh, his fingers brushing against your panties often. He parked the car, taking you upstairs and you made him sit in the living room.

You slipped off his jacket, loosened his tie and left kisses along his jaw. Your red lipstick stained his skin, you eyeing your masterpiece before he pulled you into a kiss. Your senses were flooded by his pine scented cologne, the craving you felt earlier returning to you and you kissed him deeper.

“Jungkook…” You gasped, his lips moving to your neck and taking a bite. He sucked the skin, soothing the bite with his saliva and you worked on unbuttoning his shirt.

“I’m much sweeter than that stupid cake.”


“Wanna a taste?” You said close to his ear, his reaction was picking you up and taking you into the bedroom. He unzipped your dress, eyeing your underwear. You had a feeling he would want you, wearing red lace which was his favourite tonight.

“You know me so well.” He put his hand on your neck, kissing you again. You felt the core beginning to burn again, wanting his tongue lick you clean instead of exploring your mouth.

“I know what could make you taste even sweeter.” He mumbled before leaving the room and returning with a container of frosting. He tore off your bra, opening the container and coating your nipples in frosting. He licked your nipple, eating the frosting off you and you moaned his name. The way his tongue swirled around your nipple before he sucked it, cleaning all the frosting off your breast.

He licked a line is frosting off your stomach, his eyes locked on your as you watched his pink tongue licked your torso clean. He slipped off your panties, glancing at the glossy layer that coated your pussy.

“So wet for me.”

“All for you, baby.” He slipped two fingers into you, pumping them into you while watching your face contort in bliss. Your head rolled back in the mattress, shameless in your loud moans of his name and he moved closer to your pussy.

“Oh god.” He licked you haltingly, purposely wanting to see your squirm and you whimpered when you felt him begin to suck on your clit. You grabbed at his hair, the brunette strands handling your tug.

“Fuck. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Please, I’m on the pill. I need you.” You didn’t care how jumbled up your sentences were, the only coherent thought was feeling Jungkook pounding you into your bed so hard that he had to wheel you around. He flipped you over, your face buried in the mattress and he pushed into you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“Shit, shit.” He waited for a bit before moving his hips and you bit your lip. You bit back your moans, taking every thrust he made and stopped with him all the way inside.

He pulled you up by your hair, letting you press your hands into the mattress and let every moan spill out of your lips. Your voice was hoarse from the broken sobs and he held onto your hip while he pounded you.

“Does it feel good, baby?”


“You love it when my thick cock pound your tight little cunt, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes.”

“You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Please, please. Please make me cum.” You gasped out as his hips moved rapidly, his burst of energy and his hand moving to rub against your clit causing you to climax.

He rode through your high, his hot seed spilling into you before he pulled out. You collapse to the mattress, your breathing heavy and shallow. He cleaned you both up, cuddling with you on the bed before you pecked his lips.

“Happy birthday, Kookie.”

~Admin Blake

The Hunger Games AU


You think he might be the only blessing in the hell you’ve been sentenced to.

It was no secret that he’d captured the heart of not only the Capital, but several of the districts when he himself had won four years ago at age seventeen. The boy with the golden eyes who remained so beautiful even when his skin was tainted with blood and his smile twisted into madness.

Ashton Irwin was everybody’s golden boy, the champion loved by all. And he was your angel sent to help you survive the Hunger Games.

“It’s my job to get you out alive.” He tells you when you first meet, a grin on his face which is quickly replaced by a smirk. “And believe me baby, I’ll give it a good go.”

He, of course, doesn’t forget about George, the male tribute who’d been destined to the same fate as yourself. And he helps him, he really does. He gives him the advice he gives you, teaching him the secrets you both so desperately needed.

But when it came down to it, Ashton would choose you to save over George. 

“I don’t think I’m supposed to have favourites.” He mumbled lowly into your ear one night, pulling you to the side after George had wandered off to bed. “But you’re making that hard for me baby.”

“I’m not a baby.” You’d replied, looking at him defiantly, causing him to smirk.

“Yeah you are.” He grinned. “But you’re my baby, and you’re going to win for me.”

And you soon realise that he’s the one you’re trying for. Of course you want to go home, you want to see your family and provide for them in Victor’s Village, you want to live. But you also don’t want to let him down. You don’t want to disappoint him.

You don’t want to lose him.

The boy with the golden eyes who trained you to be a killer. The boy with the soothing voice who taught you to be a winner. The boy with the reassuring smile who, quite possibly, taught you how to love.

“You got a ten baby.” He grinned, his arm wrapped tightly around you as you lay together on a sofa. “And Caesar did a fine job at making sure they love you. Not that you needed his help, you’d have been great on your own. Getting you sponsors will be easy.”

“Are you sure? I mean, the Careers…”

“They’ve got nothing on you baby. And besides, you think I’m letting you get away?”

He’s what you think of when you step onto the metal plate. His laughter ringing in your ears rather, his smile clouding your vision. And as you’re suddenly blinded, the arena forced into your view, his final words to you echo through your thoughts.

“Win this for me baby, then be my golden girl.”

And as the gong rings, you slip into the perfect killer he’s turned you into, desperate to get back to the closest thing to an angel you’ll ever meet.


He made it all a little more bearable.

From his very first greeting, that very first smirk. His brightly coloured hair and the intricate patterns on his arms that stood out so starkly from his pale skin had worried you, but the second he’d opened his mouth you knew he was different from the stereotypical Capital stylists you’d heard of.

“She needs to be beautiful.” Someone hissed.

“She needs to be a killer.” Another replied.

“She needs to be a winner.” He’d sighed, entering the room with his eyes on you. “Don’t you Princess?”

Michael was the reason you won over so many people. District Seven, although liked well enough, was never anybodies favourite. Until Michael made them pay attention to you.

“Look great. Capture their attention. They remember you, you’ve got a shot. And like I said Princess, you need to be a winner.”

It was his work that made you so popular. His words of encouragement that geared you up before you entered the arena. His smile and laugh that kept you going.

It was his arms you collapsed into when you won.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it Princess?”

And his hair was a different colour, another pretty drawing on his arm you didn’t recognise. But his eyes were still green and his smile was still the same and he was still rooting for you even though you’d already won.

“Now comes the fun bit.” He smiled sympathetically, pulling you by the hand to stand in front of a mirror. “You should smile Princess. Makes you even more prettier than you are.”

“It doesn’t feel like fun when I just killed four people, and another nineteen are dead so I can be here.” You’d whispered, your eyes finding his. He wrapped an arm around you comfortingly, his lips, which were pink enough for him to not have fallen into the habit of painting them another ridiculous colour, brushing your hair.

“It doesn’t make you a bad person.” He breathed. “And I’m certainly grateful that you came out of there. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m rather fond of you Princess.”

And it was his smile that kept you going as you had to face the families of those whose blood you’d spilt. It was him you thought of when you couldn’t cope. The way he scrunched up his nose when he didn’t like something, the way he giggled when you were so blunt about things you shouldn’t be.

It was him that, slowly, helped you become ok with yourself again.

“You’re smiling Princess.” He’d mused, causing you to look up from what you were doing. “You should do it more.”

“You should be around more.” You’d replied, making him grin.

“Who else would help you look good?”

And the red in your ledger doesn’t seem so bad when you have Michael twirling you in a pretty dress. 


With the inevitability of death constantly looming, you thought this was probably a better way to go.

He was stunning. His blond hair, although matted with mud and stuck to his forehead was almost golden again in the sunlight, his blue eyes shining, And his lip was curled and his teeth bared, but you could imagine how beautiful he’d be if he smiled. His physique gave away that he was one of the pets, you hadn’t needed the constant reminders that he was from District Two for you to remember he was who most people wanted to win.

You think that if you had to die in here, you’d rather it be at the hands of someone as gorgeous as him.

He has you pinned to the tree, one hand on your throat and the other gripping his knife. In all honesty, you’d seen the way he’d been using the small blade, not just killing the other tributes but using it to help him find food, and you were impressed. It was no surprise he’d scored and eleven, making your seven look measly.

“You’ve only got three left after this.” You mutter, the hand you had on his wrist loosening slightly so your fingertips on grazed his skin. “And we both know you won’t have a problem getting rid of them. You’ll easily defeat the little one from ten, he’s only still around because he had the guy from nine, who died this morning. I’m assuming that was you as well?”

He doesn’t respond, his eyebrows furrowing at the speech you were giving him.

“Then, that leaves the girl from one and the guy from four. Don’t underestimate the girl, she might surprise you. I don’t doubt you’ll win though. So like I said, kill me and you’ve got three left. Could you do it quickly though? I’d rather get this over with.”

He blinks at you; once, twice, three times. The snarl on his lips slowly disappeared into a look of confusion, and suddenly he looks innocent, just a normal eighteen year old boy, not the dangerous killer he’d become. His hold on your throat lessons ever so slightly.

“You think I can win?” He asks, and you can’t tell if it’s hope or eagerness or disappointment in his voice.

“Everybody knows you can win.”

His eyes are wide and his guard is down and for a second you think about trying to take him on. But then you remember the knife in his hand and the look in his eyes when he trapped you, and you begin to make a list of people you love in your head you wished you’d been able to give a proper goodbye to.

“I don’t want to kill you.” He whispers, and you forget to breath for a second at his words. “You’re beautiful and funny and I don’t want to kill anyone any more. Especially you.”

His hand leaves your throat and his knife hangs by his side and you can barely register what’s going on as he’s stepping away from you. His words are quiet and pleading and honest, something you hadn’t expected from the people’s champion. But his eyes are innocent and almost childlike, and you can’t help but watch in amazement as he retreats.

“Maybe you’ll win pretty girl.” He calls, actually sending you a smile that only confuses you even more. “You can talk your way out of death.”

“You’ll have to kill me eventually you know.” You tell him, finally finding your voice. He only grins, even chuckling slightly.

“Not if I can help it.”


It’s a cruel joke. A nightmare you are yet to wake up from.

Because there’s just no way it’s Calum, your Calum, who’s going to be this year’s District Six male tribute. It has to be a terrible dream.

And any second now you’ll wake up to a regular day. You’ll have lunch with Calum and smile and laugh and be happy and carefree and you definitely won’t have to worry about the reaping because there’s no way either or your names are going to be pulled out. Any second now you’ll wake up and have all the time you want to be with Calum, your best friend, the idiot boy who boldly stated he didn’t like trains on your first day of school, who used to hide behind you even though he was so much taller because he didn’t want the other boys to tease him.

But it isn’t a joke and it isn’t a nightmare and Calum’s walking up towards the stage with shaky legs and tears in his eyes to stand beside the girl who he might have to kill in order to come home.

And somehow his eyes find yours in the crowd, desperately trying to take in the sight of you before he’s being dragged inside the Justice Building and you collapse to the floor sobbing. His sister finds you, her own tears falling as she clings to your hand, the pair of you scared for the boy you adored.

They give you five minutes with him, five minutes to say your goodbyes.

And his arms are around you and you’re face is buried in his neck and neither of you really know what to do, how to live without the other.

“We’ve wasted a whole minute.” He whispers, pulling back to look at you. He smiles weakly, and you desperately try to stop crying. “You look after yourself.”

“Cal you have to win.” You beg, clutching to him as if it means he can’t be taken away. “You have to fight and you have to win and you have to come home to me. Promise.”

He sighs, kissing you gently, which takes you by surprise, but you kiss him back all the same. He pulls away with a sad smile.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to do that,” He whispers, his grip on you tightening.

“Stop it. You’re saying goodbye. You’re going to win and come hime so you don’t need to say goodbye.”


Please Calum.” You’re chest is tight and the old nickname only makes things worse, the time you have together almost over. “Come home. For me. I need you.”

He nods, kissing you again. The door opens behind you and you’re dragged apart, tears in both your eyes and emptiness in both your hearts.

“Promise!” You yell as they pull you away from him, and he manages to send you a smile and a nod.

“Promise!” He shouts back as the door slams shut, separating you from the boy you loved.

And the dread you’ve been feeling since his name was called consumes you, taking over and filling your thoughts with doubt about ever seeing Calum again, worry that he wouldn;t be in your life any more.

But most of all, it’s fear that you have to watch the boy who didn’t like trains be taken to his death on one.

anonymous asked:

After a while he pulls his fingers out of me and I feel empty and I started to whine he smacked my thigh "kept acting like a brat and you won't come for the rest of night" he said then decided to add on more to that statements by saying " you're lucky I'm evening helping you at all considering the fact at how bad you've been today" then he lower himself until he was eye level with my pussy he then put my legs over his shoulders and girl I swear I was seeing stars (11/?) -Angel anon

Bitch I’m seeing stars just reading this fuck me up