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Birthday Boy

Request: Bucky Barnes sub and dom reader one shot plz? That sounds rlly hot. What do you think? ;) - @rogue–rebel

Triggers: fluff, smut, unprotected sex, Dom!reader, spanking, oral sex (receiving)

Word Count: 4000+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I saw thing and thought birthday smut!! happy 100th to my favourite baby boy. I kinda got carried away with it.

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100 years old is a big deal, most people don’t reach it. And the people who do are usually in hospital, unable to move. There are those few people who run marathons till they’re well over their prime age. But there was only one Bucky Barnes. And in a few days he turned 100 years old and was still in his prime years.

The two of you had been together for just under a year and this was the first birthday of his you would celebrate together. Since it was such a big deal - being both the first and the 100th - you needed to make it perfect.

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Family of Three

summary: When Phil moves in with Dan and his son Eddie, they expect him to warm up to the tattooed man pretty quickly. However, when months pass with the boy only retreating further into his shell, Phil has to deal with the challenges of looking after a kid who’d rather ignore his presence. Single Parent!Dan AU

word count: 4000+

genre: angst, fluff

A/N: This was originally going to focus more on the pastel/ punk trope however it ended up being a small implication instead. Anyway, I fell in love with this idea and i really hope you enjoy it!

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Someone Who Cares (Chapter One)

Title: Someone Who Cares
Fandom: Pokémon
Pairings: AntiGravityShipping (Ghetsis/Colress) & NaturalChromeShipping (Colress/N)
Rating: PG for slight blood, mild violence and child abuse.
Words: 4000+
Summary: N hasn’t had any human friends before. Actually, no human, not even his father, has truly liked him or worried for his well-being. And in turn, N hasn’t really liked any human, until he meets someone new.
Author’s Notes: This is an AU-ish fanfic in which the events of Black/White do not occur. In this first chapter, N is 7 years old while Colress is 12. The AntiGravityShipping isn’t really prevalent in this chapter (because Colress is only 12 for goodness’ sake). If you like this and want to see more, let me know!



         The young boy wandered through the long corridors of the grand castle, walking at a slow pace. He sniffled and rubbed his teary eyes with the back of his hand in the otherwise silent hallway. Earlier he had been allowed to play outdoors, and while he was running he tripped and fell, scraping his right knee. He had little tolerance for pain and was still crying over the stinging as he searched for someone to help him. As he walked he glanced down at his knee, but looked away immediately. He couldn’t stand the sight of blood. He turned the next corner into another corridor and immediately felt relieved when he found someone familiar.

         “Daddy…” the boy started to whimper, but stopped himself. He wiped his eyes again, took a deep breath and approached the tall man he resembled, straightening up a little when he stopped in front of him. Despite the pain in his knee and how scary the thought of bleeding was, he tried not to sound too pathetic. “Father.” the boy corrected himself, speaking more clearly now. The man had watched his son since he had come into the hall, and was already irritated with him. It was as if the boy thought he could impress him. “What do you want, N?” Ghetsis grumbled, narrowing his eyes at him. He hoped the boy would take a hint and leave him alone. The sage was busy and didn’t want to waste his time dealing with a whiny child.

         Unfortunately, N was naïve as always. “I fell and hurt myself…” he said, losing a bit of his composure. He looked up at his father and waited. He waited for him to tell him what to do, or to take him to a doctor, or maybe even help N himself. But Ghetsis did no such thing. Instead, he walked past the boy, feeling no concern for him. “You brought this upon yourself, and now you have to deal with it.” he said as he kept walking. But N went after him and tugged on his sleeve. “Daddy, it hurts!” he whined before involuntarily letting out a sob.

         Ghetsis pulled away from him before he turned to face him, and N took a few steps back to look up at him. “Stop being so weak.” Ghetsis said. “That small scrape is nothing. You should be ashamed to cry over something so insignificant, N. Go to your room and stay there.” he said. The sage turned to walk away, but N only cried more. “I’m bleeding!” he sobbed. The man growled and faced N one more time, then raised a hand. N immediately flinched and took a step back, quieting down and shutting his eyes as he braced himself for the hit. But it never came. Ghetsis stood over him, trying not to smile with satisfaction. He’s never actually struck the boy, yet he was always terrified that his father would. It was amazing how easy it was to control the boy.

         “Don’t bother me over something so stupid again.” Ghetsis said before finally walking away, leaving N alone in the corridor again. As soon as N could no longer hear his father’s footsteps, he let himself start crying quietly again as he kept walking. Maybe he should just go to his room and put up with it. Whatever he did, he couldn’t annoy his father like that again. N hoped he didn’t even come across him for the rest of the day. Fortunately, he didn’t. But he didn’t come across anyone else either as he kept walking. He soon found himself in an unfamiliar wing of the castle, and was unsure of how to get back. He had only ever been near his bedroom and his father’s office. He had been told not to go off alone, and now he knew why.

         N gave up trying to find his way and leaned back against the wall, sliding down to sit on the cold floor. He hugged his knees close to his chest and hid his face in his arms as he started crying again. His knee still hurt, his father was angry with him, and now he was lost inside his own castle. And worse yet, he heard footsteps coming towards him from the other end of the corridor. N tried to curl up and back into the wall a little as he held his breath, certain that his father had come back to punish him. He was too nervous to notice that the footsteps were much lighter than his father’s. A person stopped right in front of him, and N bit his cheek, trying to remain silent and still.

         “What’s the matter?” a gentle voice asked. N blinked and relaxed a little. That was definitely not his father. N looked up at the person in front of him out of curiosity. The person was an older boy that he didn’t recognize, with an odd blue streak in his blond hair. N thought he looked like a doctor, with his glasses and white lab coat that was a bit too large for him. “Are you lost?” the older boy asked, kneeling so that they were at eye level. He hadn’t seen this child around before.

         N remained quiet and nodded his head slowly, staring at the older boy. He seemed friendly, and N already felt that he could trust him. N thought the older boy looked familiar, and realized why. He resembled a prince in a story book that N had once read. It was a book that someone had read to him before bed, a book that he still had in his room. He’d have to have someone read it to him again later.

         “Maybe I can help you, then.” the older boy said with a smile. He stood up and offered his hand. N unfolded his arms and took it immediately before standing up himself. The older boy frowned when he saw N’s knee and the blood that had smeared on his arm. “Did scrape your knee?” he asked as he started walking with him. N nodded his head and finally spoke to him. “I was running outside and I fell…” he told him. The older boy stopped in front of a door and opened it before taking N inside a small doctor’s office. “I’ll clean it for you,” he said, letting go of N’s hand. “And I’ll put a bandage on. It won’t hurt as much then.”

         “But daddy—um… my father told me to just put up with it… He said I shouldn’t be weak, and…” N just trailed off after that, hoping he had said enough. That’s when the older boy realized who this child was. He was N, the prince of Team Plasma. And his father, who had apparently left his child to bleed, was Ghetsis. He thought for a second that it might be best to leave this child alone, but thought better of it. If his father wouldn’t help him, then he would. “Well,” the older boy said, “If your scrape gets dirty, it could get infected and you could be sick. That’s why it has to be cleaned.”

         N watched the older boy take out a first-aid kit. Maybe he was a doctor after all. N sat on the desk chair as he watched the older boy open a packet and take out a sterile cloth. “What’s your name?” N asked. The older boy went to the sink and ran the cloth under cold water. “I’m Colress.” he said. N thought that was an odd name, but then again so was his own. Colress turned the water off before approaching N, kneeling in front of him. He held his leg as he began to gently press the cloth to his knee, cleaning the wound slowly. N whimpered, and Colress stopped. “It’s okay, N.” he assured him before he continued. N didn’t bother to ask him how he knew his name.

         N sniffled a bit as Colress cleaned his knee, but he couldn’t complain. No one had ever been this nice to him, this worried for him. Even though they had only just met, Colress was helping him. N’s father would never do something like this for him. As Colress focused on cleaning his scrape, N stared at him. He already liked Colress and hoped this wouldn’t be their last encounter. Soon Colress finished and tossed the cloth into the garbage bin, then went back to the first aid kit, taking out a bandage and a small tube. “What’s that?” N asked, pointing at the tube in his hand.

         “It’s an ointment. It’ll help you heal.” Colress said as he knelt before N again. He opened the small tube and took just a bit of the ointment on his fingertip, then spread it over N’s scrape. He then opened the bandage and put it on N’s knee. Colress looked up at N with a smile. “Better?” he asked. N smiled back and nodded his head before standing up and hugging him. “Thank you mister Colress!” he said. Colress hesitated, then hugged him back. “You’re welcome.” he said, then pulled away and straightened up. “You said you were lost, right?” he asked.

         “Yeah, I wanna go to my room.” N said, taking Colress’ hand and leading him out of the small doctor’s office. Colress knew where the grunts’ rooms were located, but not the prince’s. “Do you know what part of the castle that’s in?” Colress asked. N glanced up and down the corridor. “It’s near my daddy’s office.” he said. Colress did know where Ghetsis’ office was located. He started walking, bringing N with him. “I know where that is. Can you find your room from there?” he asked.

         “Yeah, it’s close to it.” he said. They were silent the rest of the way. Colress had brought N to his father’s office, but N walked past it. Colress had assumed they’d part ways by now, but he was wrong. It was probably better to make sure N made it to his room okay anyway. Now it was N leading the way, and he didn’t stop until they were outside his bedroom door. “I want you to play with me.” N said, smiling at him. He wanted to show Colress his train set, and play cars with him, or maybe play basketball with him. He had already decided that Colress just had to play in his room with him. Maybe he would even read that book with the prince to N.

         “I don’t think I can.” Colress said. N’s smile immediately vanished. “Why not?” he asked sadly. Colress let go of his hand. “I have to go back to work now.” he said. N furrowed his brow at him. Work? What kind of work did he have to do? He was a kid, like he was. A big kid, but still a kid. “Why do you have to work?” N asked. Colress already knew he was late, so he tried to be quick with his answer. “I’m helping in the castle lab over the summer. And I really should be going back now.” he said. N still didn’t understand why Colress had to work, but could tell that it seemed important. “Well…” he sighed. “Can you play with me after work? Please?” N asked.

         “Okay, but only after work in a few hours. I’ll come back as soon as I’m done.” Colress said. N smiled and hugged him again. He didn’t know how long a few hours were, but that didn’t matter. Colress smiled a bit and hugged him back, then opened his bedroom door for him. N let go of him and entered his room before waving at Colress. “Bye mister Colress!” he said. Colress waved back before leaving, walking quickly down the hall. He’d try to come back later, but right now he just hoped he wasn’t too late returning to the lab. N watched him go before closing his bedroom door, and going over to the pile of Pokédolls that Zorua slept on. “Zorua, wake up, I have to tell you about someone!”




         Colress was putting some microscopes away when a Plasma grunt came into the lab and asked for him. The grunt took Colress out of the lab and started leading him through the castle. Colress followed, not sure what to think. He didn’t believe anyone had any reason to summon him. He hadn’t done anything wrong, had he? No one seemed to care that he had been a bit late returning to the lab. He had been living up to expectations and doing everything he was told in the lab. Maybe someone was going to ask him if he wanted to work part-time after he had returned to school? The summer was almost over, after all. If that was the case, he wasn’t sure what he should say. On the one hand, he should feel flattered that they’d want to keep him longer. On the other hand, that meant less time to study.

         Colress noticed that the grunt had led him to a familiar part of the castle that he had been to today. Of course, his work was just about over. N must have ordered someone to bring Colress to him. But the grunt didn’t lead him to N’s room. He stopped right in front of Ghetsis’ office. Now Colress really wasn’t sure what to think. He had only seen Ghetsis a few times, but he had heard a lot about him. It seemed that most people working under the sage were terrified of him. Colress heard rumors of Ghetsis sending people to their deaths, but Colress didn’t believe that. His parents would never work for a man like that; they were both ingenious researchers who could find jobs at any other laboratory if that was the case.

         The Plasma grunt knocked on the door three times in quick succession, and the door was unlocked. The grunt opened it and gestured for Colress to enter. The boy did, and looked back when the door had been closed behind him. Then he took a look around his boss’ office for the first time. There were no shelves or photographs to be seen. Ghetsis’ desk was barren, aside from a control panel of buttons on the side. But covering the wall from floor-to-ceiling behind the sage’s desk was nothing but monitors. There was a large one in the middle, and smaller ones surrounding it. As Colress skimmed over them, he figured there must be cameras all over the castle; in the corridors, in the laboratories, on the roof, outside the castle walls, in several offices, in what appeared to be holding cells and even in some bedrooms.

         The boss himself was seated at his desk with his back to the boy, watching one monitor in particular. He usually gave them all equal attention; he wanted to be aware of absolutely everything that was happening within his organization. He wanted to be certain that every last grunt was working nearly non-stop, that any and all slackers were dealt with. Colress thought it was both disturbing and intriguing that the man kept an eye on everything. There really was no privacy in the building, and it really showed how much of a control freak the sage was. But it also showed how much he demanded perfection in his organization, which was admirable.

         “Colress.” the sage said, pulling the boy out of his thoughts. Colress looked at the back of his chair, as the sage still didn’t turn to face him. “Yes sir?” he asked, stepping a bit closer to the desk. Ghetsis reached over to the control panel and paused all of the monitors. “What is this?” he asked. Colress looked over the monitors again. He couldn’t see anything worth taking note of. It just looked like everyone was at work, just as the sage wanted. “It looks like everyone is doing their job, sir.” Colress said. Ghetsis pressed another few buttons and all of the smaller monitors shut down, leaving the larger one the only one playing. It was footage of Colress helping N with his knee. He had noticed that before, but didn’t think that’s what the sage was trying to bring attention to.

         “Everyone but you.” Ghetsis said. “You were late returning to the lab you’ve been assigned to because you stopped during your break for the prince. Why did you think that was a good idea?” he asked, finally turning to look at the boy. Colress blinked at him. Was there a problem with helping a hurt child? Even if Colress had been late, he had a good reason, didn’t he? Colress didn’t understand what the problem was. “He was crying, sir. Leaving him alone like that would have been cruel.” he explained.

         “Exactly.” Ghetsis said, standing up. He went around his desk to stand in front of Colress to intimidate him. It seemed to work, as the boy took a couple steps back. But Colress only did that because he liked having his own personal space and because the man was freakishly tall. “N told you that he was ordered to take help from no one, didn’t he?” Ghetsis continued. “He was supposed to deal with that little scratch himself and find his own way around the castle. But you went out of your way to help him. And he accepted it. I hope you realize you’ll both be punished for this.”

         Colress just stared at him. This man, the leader of Team Plasma, was going to punish two children? It was more than ridiculous. It was just wrong. Colress had just helped N, who was Ghetsis’ son, and N let him. “Why?” Colress asked. “I was only helping your son, which you should have done yourself.” he said. Colress almost immediately regretted saying those words, but it was too late to take them back now. Still, he felt like it was necessary to say. Ghetsis didn’t. The sage slapped the boy across the face, sending him to the floor. Colress was dazed a bit and just lay there for a few moments. He’d never been struck before and couldn’t take a hit very well. Soon he slowly sat up, his cheek throbbing. There would definitely be a bruise.

         “Your pay will be deducted by half.” Ghetsis said, narrowing his eye at the boy. Colress looked up at him. He was already being paid minimum wage. Working for any less would be illegal. But so was hitting a child, wasn’t it? Colress had a feeling the man before him didn’t care much for obeying many laws. “And if you think you can complain or tell your parents about it, I’ll deduct their pay as well. And I’ll extend N’s punishment.” Ghetsis said. He wasn’t sure if Colress would care or not, but from the look of worry on the boy’s face, Ghetsis at least had his attention.

         “He’s in solitude right now.” Ghetsis said, and went to change the monitor to one of the holding cells. N was sitting in the corner, curled up as he had been when Colress found him earlier. He was alone in the cell, and there wasn’t so much as a toilet or sleeping mat. “He’ll be in there for the night. Don’t make me consider extending his time in there.” Ghetsis said. Now Colress knew why so many people were afraid of Ghetsis. The man was inhumane and insane. He’d put his own son in solitary confinement because he accepted the help of a stranger. “If your parents weren’t expecting you, I’d put you in one for the night as well.” Ghetsis said.

         Colress knew Ghetsis wasn’t lying. And he was starting to believe that the man actually has killed people before. The boy wanted to tell the man just how wrong this was and how crazy he is, but he bit his tongue. Nothing he could say would make any of this better. Colress just nodded his head. Ghetsis spoke again. “Now leave. Come up with some sort of excuse as to why there’s a bruise on your face and why your glasses are broken.” he said, then went to sit in his desk again.

         Colress hadn’t even noticed his glasses were missing from his face. Now that he did, he saw how things were out of focus. Colress felt around the floor until he felt some glass, and he picked it up. But it was just a shard of glass. He tossed it away before continuing his search. He eventually felt them, and picked them up before trying them on. The glass was shattered, and wearing them only seemed to make things worse. Colress just pocketed his glasses and stood up. He should be able to find his way without them.

         Colress went to the door and stopped to look back at Ghetsis. The man had sat down and turned on the monitors again, watching everyone like a Mandibuzz. Ghetsis reached over to the control panel and pressed a button, and Colress heard the door unlock. He opened it and left the office without looking back. He eventually found his way back to the lab, where his parents had been waiting for him. They immediately asked him about the bruise and about his glasses, and Colress simply put it off and said he’d tell them what happened when they got home.




         N yawned and curled up on the floor of his cell. He didn’t even have the energy to cry anymore; all he wanted to do was sleep. It was hard to do on the cold, hard floor, and he lay awake for what felt like hours. He couldn’t tell if it was night time yet because there were no windows, and even if there was a clock he didn’t know how to tell time yet. Maybe Colress could teach him tomorrow. They’d be allowed to see each other then, right? N knew he’d only be left in the cell for the night. And it’s not like his father would be mean enough to punish Colress too, right?

         A Plasma grunt opened the cell door and set down a tray of food. That let N know that it was only dinner time, and nowhere near bed time just yet. “Mister?” N asked just before the grunt left, sitting up. “Do you know where Colress is? He’s older than me and wears glasses and—“

         “He left already.” the grunt interrupted him. Even he knew who Colress was. He was a kid that skipped a few grades in school and was offered part-time work in the labs after his parents put in a good word for him. He was the only child to ever work for Team Plasma. The grunt didn’t know why N wanted anything to do with him, though. Before N asked anymore questions, he left the boy alone in his cell, locking it again.

         N bit his cheek and tried not to cry again. It was a bit mean and selfish, but he wished that Colress was in the cell with him. Wouldn’t Colress be punished for what happened today to? N didn’t think he should have been, but he wanted him to be. Anything to be with Colress and not alone in the cell right now. It wouldn’t have been that bad for either of them if they were in there together. Maybe if N was really good tomorrow, his father would let him and Colress play together. But for now, N just ate his food and thought about how much better tomorrow would be.

listen listen listen 

Singapore is 51 years old it’s got less people than london and it’s only 719km sq but our boy Joseph Schooling just beat Michael Phelps and Chad Le Clos for gold 

we just won our first ever Olympic gold 
it was our boy 
Joseph Schooling
from Singapore 

this tiny lil country no one ever expects anything from in sports this little red dot whose only purpose is to come last in the heats this. this kid who met Phelps in 2008 looking all specky and small and now has beaten him. beaten. him. beaten. everyone. world. fucking. champion. olympic. fucking. gold.

from. singapore.

i am so fucking proud of my country right now i could burst. they’re going to play our national anthem at the olympics. can you believe that? can you fucking believe that? 

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Chapter 11 here, all parts here

Genre: Chaptered. University AU, fluff, eventual relationship that can be taken as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a master’s student, Dan is a nervous first year. Phil is in the library when he has to look up a reference in a law textbook, and there is a scrawled note in messy handwriting down the side that makes him laugh. On a whim, he scribbles a reply, but he doesn’t expect to get a response…

Warnings: A bit of swearing and stressed out, angsty Dan, and a happy ending with copious amounts of fluff ^_^

Word Count: Around 3-4000 per chapter

A/N: And now we have the last chapter! I hope you like it, and thank you so much to everyone who’s sent me messages on this story, it means the world <3

Chapter 12

Dan struggled through the second term of his first year at university, and made it out of the other side wrung through and barely alive. He went home briefly over the Easter holiday, but scurried back up to university just a couple of weeks later, on the pretext of finding somewhere to live for the next year.

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Record Deal

Shamless T.O.P x Reader smut. Requested on AFF but im posting it here too.

4000 words

“Y/N”

It was too early. Far too early to be dealing with this. You rolled over and looked at the clock. It read that it definitely too early, six am early.

“Y/N!”  The voice called out again, this time louder and audibly frustrated.

The studio was always like this. Promising mornings off but then calling at the last minute. Still, it was your dream job. Even if it was an assistant position, it was amazing. SK Studios was prestigious and famous, one of the top record labels in South Korea. You were assistant to the talent director. Your job consisted of shadowing the director while she met with clients, also coffee runs but no one was impressed with that. This was the type of job that had its charms like meeting the best talents Korea had to offer but it also meant early mornings, late nights and plenty of divas. Idols were not all they appeared. On camera they were charming and humble, in studio they were usually rude and demanding.

“Y/N! Y/N are you there? Please pick up? Hello? Pick up! Big Bang had to reschedule their studio time. We have a meeting in one hour Y/N, miss it and you’re dead.”

Director Choi was a middle aged woman, glamorous and funny but strict when she needed to be. She had been with the company since it’s early days. She was kind and caring but crossing her was a death wish. You were already going to get up but hearing who the special guest was gave you extra incentive. Big Bang. You couldn’t believe it. You were secretly, though not so secretly, really into them since high school. You couldn’t help it, they were so good and they were even better looking.

Hopping out of bed you made your way to your bathroom. After the quickest shower and blow dry you had just shy of a half hour before your meeting. You took extra care applying your makeup so that you could make a good professional impression. Or to impress them. You laughed at the idea of you impressing Big Bang. Big Bang the band that was world wide, the band that was surrounded by models and beautiful women all day long. As if they would notice the studio director’s assistant, the thought made you smile despite how ridiculous it was. Still, it didn’t stop you from wearing your padded bra and your best skirt. Being a bigger girl didn’t stop you from looking your best. It was something you had been self conscious  about your whole life but it wasn’t something you hated about yourself anymore. Ever since you had got into a Japanese plus size girl group you realized bigger was beautiful. Too bad no one else saw it that way. Being twenty years old with no relationship experience was embarrassing. Still, it was fun to dream. You looked at the clock, fifteen minutes to get to the studio. Time to wake up.

Thankfully the studio was close to your apartment, just a subway ride before you were swiping your employee access card. The guard greeted you as you pressed the elevator key. On the way up you smoothed your pencil skirt and blouse. You felt jittery and nervous like you had your first day. You silently hoped Big Bang would be as amazing as you had imagined. Nothing was worse than seeing an idol you adored acting like a brat. You fluffed your hair and exited the elevator. You stepped into the modern office and were instantly seized by your director. “Cutting it a little close aren’t we Y/N?” She looked you up and down giving you a knowing smile. “I see why now. You look very nice Y/N.” A blush crept up down your face. Was it that obvious that you had dressed to impress? “Our clients will be here any minute, go prepare the conference room. The conference room was a large and featured a wall of glass overlooking Seoul. It was beautiful and the perfect place to land a deal. You went around the room and placed the informational packets and contracts at each setting. In your head you wondered what the group would look like today? Edgy? Relaxed? You were lost in thought for a moment before a deep voice pulled you out of your daydream. “Excuse me, is this Studio SK?” You looked up and your mouth dropped. In front of you was T.O.P himself. He was so tall, so much taller than you and his voice? His voice was so low that no interview clip did it justice. The rich baritone sound sent shivers down your spine. It was the kind of voice that made you wonder what it would sound like saying dirty things. You felt your face flush at the thought. He looked amazing, business yet casual. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned showing the faintest hint of his toned chest. His jacket was perfectly tailored, his pants were fitted in all the right places. You were aware of your staring but you couldn’t help it. “Miss?” You looked up to his eyes, finally meeting them.

His eyes were so dark and breathtaking, so brown and deep. You looked down and saw he was smiling, his beautiful, perfect crooked smile. “um.” You said dazed. He had said something but you didn’t catch it. Oh my god how could you focus when there was a literal sex god in front of you.

“Y/N!” Your director hissed, pulling you out of your daze. Oh my god. I can’t believe I was just openly ogling T.O.P. He talked to me and I couldn’t even reply! He must think i’m so stupid!!

“Ah, yes director?” You squeaked, your face hot and no doubt red. “I apologize for my assistant.” Director Choi said bowing to T.O.P. He laughed and smiled. “It’s fine, it happens more often than you think. I just wanted to know if this was Studio SK.” Director Choi laughed. “This is studio SK, it is a pleasure to meet you T.O.P.” You thought this would be the perfect time for the ground to swallow you whole. “Please call me Seung-hyun.” You felt your knees go weak. He was so sexy and tall and he wanted to be called by his name, not that you would as he was your senior of eight years, but the thought alone made you melt. “Yes Seung-hyun. Will the rest of your group be joining us?” “Yes in fact i’m sure I hear them-”

“Wahhhh so nice.” G-Dragon walked in followed by Seungri, Taeyang and Daesung. They were all fabulous and handsome. It was hard to breathe. You stayed against the back wall, almost afraid to get too close. “Welcome to Studio SK, I am director Choi and this is my assistant Y/N.” You blushed and bowed. The group smiled at you except for Seung-hyun who was looking out the window. Your heart fell a little, of course he wouldn’t pay attention to me…. “It is an honor to meet you. We look forward to working with you.” You managed to say your opening line without stuttering although it was a bit breathy. G-Dragon smiled and looked you up and down. This was going to be a long meeting.

The meeting went quicker than you imagined. They landed a deal that Studio SK would record two albums in the span of two years. Thankfully your nerves calmed a bit while you were in the meeting making it possible for you to get your work done. You however couldn’t stop yourself from sneaking looks at Seung-hyun like a schoolgirl. He didn’t seem to notice so you were pleased with yourself for being an excellent sneak. All too soon the meeting was over and the group was gone with the promise of studio time starting ASAP. You were sad about seeing them go, it wasn’t like anything was going to happen but it was still nice to dream. Before you knew it, it was the end of the day. “Yah Y/N are you okay?” Director Choi said eyeing you while she packed her things. “Ah yes Director I’m fine.” She laughed. “You were so openly staring this morning I thought Seung-hyun would have holes from your gaze.” You blushed felt too warm. You were too obvious it seemed. “Director I-” You began. Director Choi lifted a hand to stop you. “It’s okay Y/N, I was young once and I’m not blind, they’re a very handsome bunch.” “Yes Director.” You stuttered, sure that you would get yelled at. “Go home Y/N, you were up early.” You bowed and left, the thought of curling up in your bed with a novel seemed like heaven. Once home you put your hair up and replaced your work clothes with sweats and a baggy tee shirt. It was a little past seven when you crawled into bed.

Riiiinnnngggggg, Riiiiiiinnnngggg, Riiiiiiinnnnnnng

No no no no NO

The machine picked up the call, you silently prayed it wasn’t work calling you in. You just wanted a little time to relax.

“Y/N, I hope you haven’t taken off your makeup Big Bang wa-” you picked up the phone before your director finished. “Hello yes Director?” You said breathlessly. “Y/N Big Bang wants you to meet them at club AYX tonight.” “What?!” You said, well, screamed. “I just got the call, they want to discuss the vision for their album with you.” “Director no, I can’t, you-” you began. There was no way this was happening. “What else do you have going on Y/N? You’re sitting alone at home like an ahjumma. Go, work with them, have some fun. Wear something nice. This is an order.” She gave you the address of the club and hung up. This can’t be happening. This is a bad idea. I’m gonna make a fool of myself.

A little over an hour and you were ready. You had chosen a tight black dress that showed off your voluptuous curves. Your hair was down and tousled and your eyemakeup was smoky and sultry. Checking yourself out in the mirror you admitted you looked good.

The club was large and there was a long line of hopeful patrons. The bass heavy music was pouring out onto the street. Feeling self conscious you tugged your black dress and made your way to the front of the queue, receiving dirty looks the whole way. You arrived at the doors and were met with the gaze of two large, threatening looking bouncers. “Hi, um I’m Y/N. I was told I was on the list?” You squeaked and stuttered, you rarely went out and this was totally new. The bouncer looked to the other bouncer, the two nodded and he moved to the side letting you into the club.

Inside it was dark with bright lights of all different colors flashing all around. The music was loud and bass heavy with a hypnotic beat that you couldn’t help moving to. Looking up you saw the second floor overlooking the dance floor, it was the VIP area and the best bet as to where Big Bang was. You made your way through the dance floor up to the stairs. Once you reached the VIP area you were greeted with more bouncers. “I’m here to meet with Big Bang.”You yelled over the music. The bouncer looked you up and down and laughed. “Sure you are, keep walking.” “N-” You began before T.O.P appeared behind him. “She’s with us.” He said to the bouncer not meeting your gaze. He looked even better than this morning. He was in a glossy black suit with a skinny purple tie. Somehow he looked sexier with the tie. His eyes were lined with black liner and his hair was artfully up and messy. The bouncer moved aside and T.O.P turned and began walking away. You were clueless as to where to go so you followed him. You arrived at their VIP area, a big booth overlooking the dancefloor. The boys were draped in beautiful women who you were sure were models, an instant blow to your self esteem as you were much bigger. T.O.P sat and two beautiful women resumed their positions at his side, whispering in his ear. You felt instantly self conscious and jealous. You were here on business you reminded yourself. “Yah Y/N-ah you came!” G-Dragon said smiling. He was beautiful too, his white hair messy, glitter was all over his face and his eyes were dramatically lined. He was so handsome. “Hello.” You squeaked. “Come sit down.” Daesung said kindly. A girl got up and left to make way, but not before she shot you a glare, eyeing you up and down. You felt yourself blush in embarrassment. You had tried to look good tonight but you were nothing compared to these girls. You sat between Daesung and G-Dragon. “So” you began “You wanted to discuss the album concept?” “Yes!” G-Dragon said moving closer to you. He moved because it was so loud but you didn’t mind the lack of space. “Y/N, we want to party and have fun and that’s what this album is about, please have fun with us tonight to give us inspiration.” G-Dragon said leaning closer to you,causing your blush to deepen. You glanced over to T.O.P, he met your gaze for a split second to look you up and down before turning back to the model beside him. You felt your heart drop. He must think i’m so stupid. He doesn’t want me here. What was I thinking? “I don’t think that-” G-Dragon placed his hand on your arm. “You have to stay. Oh look shots. Do shots with us Y/N-ah” he smiled evilly. A pretty waitress placed a tray of shots on the table in front of you. Oh well, you thought, here goes nothing.

After that round of shots you were given a bright pink drink that tasted like strawberries and made your head feel fuzzy. You finally felt comfortable as you laughed and drank with all the guys, well, almost all of them. T.O.P was still in the corner with two beautiful girls whispering in his ears, he was totally ignoring the rest of the group and that made you angry for some reason. “Yah dance with me?” You said standing up to face G-Dragon. “Hell yeah Y/N!” He grabbed your arm and led you down the stairs but not before you noticed T.O.P eyeing you as you left. He doesn’t know how to have any fun, rude jerk.

Once you got to the floor G-Dragon immediately began grinding against you in time to the music. The drinks left you buzzed and the beat was so rhythmic, you lost your inhibitions and danced with and against him, feeling the bass move through your body. It was an amazing feeling and you couldn’t figure out why you never went clubbing before. You felt two hands grasp your waist from behind and you began grinding on the body behind you. The hands pulled you closer as your bodies moved against each other in time to the beat. You turned around to look at G-Dragon only to be met by a skinny purple tie. Your eyes went wide and you looked up at the man holding you close. T.O.P’s eyes were dark and sultry, you whipped back around, he kept you close still moving you against him. He leaned down by your ear. “You shouldn’t make me jealous Y/N” He purred, his voice deep and sexy. “I-” You began, but you had no words. “You looked cute this morning and you look so hot right now. Is this all for me?” He played with the hem of your dress pulling it up slightly. “N-no.” You began. In your drunken haze you were angry that he would think you dressed up to impress him, even if you did, and you were incredibly turned on despite your anger. “I wouldn’t dress up for you.” you mumbled. “Mmmn Y/N we both know that isn’t true.” He pressed his hips against your ass, perfectly moving against you, causing you to shudder at the contact. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, even tonight you were looking at me, did you want to make me jealous?” His breath brushed against your ear causing you to shiver, you knew he felt your body react to him. “No, I didn’t think you noticed. I was having fun with G-Dragon. You ignored us for your models.” Oops, you had said more than you meant to. “Were you jealous?” His voice dropped an octave, he pressed light kissed against your throat. “Yes.” You said breathlessly, giving in to him. He grabbed your hand and led you off the dancefloor. Soon you two were in his limo, he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him. His lips met yours and his hands roamed your body. The kiss was electric, it moved throughout your whole body. You ground down on him as he nipped at your neck. He stopped briefly to say something to his driver before he resumed. You were hot and breathless, your hands in his hair as he bit your bottom lip. The limo stopped and the driver opened the door. You reluctantly moved off of him. Looking up you noticed that you had arrived at the studio. You were still drunk and turned on and confused as to  why you were at the studio. You looked to T.O.P and he smiled and grabbed your hand leading you into the building. He took your purse and removed your employee card he swiped it gaining you access to the building. In the elevator his hands were back on you, his mouth against you roughly. It was hot and desperate. Too soon the elevator opened, he led you into a recording studio and resumed kissing you, biting marks into your skin. He left you and went into the sound booth. You were mad he was gone but you looked around, you had never been in the recording booth part of the studio. It was cool, There were chairs and a lounge couch. You sat on the couch and leaned back, your body was still warm and fuzzy from the alcohol and the kissing. Wait. What am I doing here? In the studio? With T.O.P? Ohmygod he kissed me. You tugged at your dress pulling it down embarrassed at how hiked up it was. “Y/N, you were so bad tonight, dressing like that and dancing with Ji-young.” He stalked toward you like a predator, his eyes dark. You felt exposed. “You didn’t notice me, you were too distracted by your models. Oh Oppa!” Imitating the high voice of the model. you rolled your eyes. He towered over you. “You don’t like it when your oppa is with other girls do you?” His voice was deep and sexy and it went straight to the area between your legs. You blushed and looked away embarrassed. His hand pulled your face to look at him. Instantly his mouth was on yours. It was hot, wild and desperate. You tugged at his shirt, needing it off, you needed to feel him. He removed it, showing his smooth toned chest and his abs. His mouth was on your neck, kissing lower and lower, a breathy moan escaped your lips. It was so good, it felt so good. You felt him push your dress up. You let him pull it over your head, his eyes ravishing your body. You blushed and turned away. You had never let anyone see you naked, you were bigger and worried he wouldn’t like it. “You’re so beautiful Y/N-ah he whispered, his mouth against your throat. His hands, moved to remove your bra. You were exposed, only in a pair of soaked lace panties. You let out a whine as he rolled one of your nipples in his hand. “Ohmygod.” You sighed. He smiled against your skin. He moved his hand between your thighs, rubbing light circles against your panties. “Mmn is this all for me Y/N? Are you wet for Oppa?” You let out a high moan in response. It was good it was too good. He lowered himself between your legs, kissing down your thighs, slowly, too slowly sliding your panties down your leg. Trailing kisses up your thigh, he teased you, getting so close but pulling away at the last second. “Please” You whined squirming. “Please what?” he growled kissing away from your need. “Please Oppa.” You whispered. He moved his mouth over your mound, swirling his tongue against your clit causing you to moan and whine. Each movement of his tongue sent sparks through your body. You were dripping with need, so close, you felt your orgasm build. He moved a finger into you, slowly pumping it in and out, teasing you. It was enough to send you over the edge. He sucked on your clit as you rode your orgasm. As you came down, he removed his pants and boxers. He was huge, you knew it would be a stretch. He sat next to you and pulled you onto his lap, he positioned you and pulled you down all at once. You felt so full, the stretch was amazing. He let out a soft grunt, it sparked you. You began rolling your hips, letting your head fall back, the sensation was too much. T.O.P guided your hips over him, thrusting up. Moaning his name, you felt your blood, hot under your skin. Every touch was electric, every movement smooth. It was too good, he hit a spot deep inside of you that sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. You feel yourself building, your movements become quicker and harder, earning you a deep low moan from your partner. Close, so close. “Are you gonna come for me Y/N? Are you going to be a good girl for Oppa? He growled into your ear. “Do you like riding your Oppa like this?” Your movements became frantic, whines and moans leaving your lips, moaning “Oppa” like a prayer. “Come for me” He commands and you do. Falling, you’re falling. Intense pleasure blossoming through your body as your orgasm moves through you. As you ride the end of your orgasm, he thrusts quickly and then tenses, filling you up. Panting, he pulls you close to him, holding you against him. “You’re so beautiful, such a good girl for me.” You smile and open your eyes, the red light above the recording studio is on, it was recording. “Ohmygod it was recording.” you say alarmed. “Mmnhm how else was I going to get my album sound?” He whispered into your ear. “I can’t wait for the next album session.” He says,kissing your neck.

Shut Up Steve!

Originally posted by bagelbarnes


Pairing: Bucky x Barton!Reader
Warnings: Flurff, slight self-esteem issues, love your beautiful selves!!
Summary: Team Cap have moved into the Barton household, how will Y/N cope with all that testosterone?
A/N: I have a thing for writing sibling x readers. This is dedicated to @yuhkii-kaze Thanks for all the support girly!! Requests are open!
Word Count: 4000+

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“Aunty Y/N/N, wake up…” I heard a faint whisper to my right. “Not now Lila, let me sleep…” I grunted/moaned, burying my head deeper into my feather pillow, covering the rest of my body in my blankets. “But Aunty Y/N/N, daddy’s home…” “Daddy’s home is he? That’s nice…” I said absentmindedly, not really taking it in. I waited a moment trying to gather the new information, let’s just say, I’m not really a morning person, I think it’s a Barton thing; Clint’s the same. I suddenly shot out of my bed, knocking my niece over into a giggling mess. Clint’s finally home! I haven’t seen him since he left his 5 minute retirement for some stupid civil war… He told me in a letter that he was staying in Wakanda, that’s all across the world! I quickly shooed out Lila to get dressed; I slipped on some jeans, a Harry Potter shirt and threw my hair in a ponytail. I slipped on my leather boots and thudded down the stairs with lightning speed, almost running into the door opposite. I skipped around the corner of the living room wall and straight into the doorway (I still have the bruise to prove it). I grunted slightly and hissed in pain, but quickly recovered. I turned and saw my brother’s back facing me (I didn’t notice the extra people in the room at the time, I was a bit out of it, apologies).

“Clint…” I breathed, slightly from exhaustion, but mostly from relief. He turned around and I ran up to him, full on jumping into his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist. He placed his hands on the back of my thighs, steadying himself a bit, and returned his embrace. After a few minutes I heard a cough from behind us. I turned my head, so the world was upside down for me, and my ponytail dangled. I saw four men and a young woman standing awkwardly by the door. I recognised one of them as Steve Rogers. I was introduced to Steve when the Avengers had to take refuge on our little farm a few years back. He waved awkwardly and I returned it. I lifted my head back, getting a head rush in progress, and jumped down from Clint’s embrace, I walked over to hug Steve.

“It’s good to see you again Y/N.” He muttered as he wrapped his massive arms around me. “Same goes for you.” I said wrapped my smaller, but no less weak, arms around Steve. I returned from the embrace to stare at the other four guests. On man in particular caught my eyes. Piercing blue eyes, razor sharp jaw line (seriously! You could cut cheese with it!), shoulder length brown hair and his left arm was entirely made out of metal (my mind went to a dark an dirty place for a second, but I quickly shook it off). I walked up to him and held out my right hand out to the mysterious figure.

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Always Read the Margins

Chapter 4 here, all parts here

Genre: Chaptered. University AU, fluff, eventual relationship that can be taken as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a master’s student, Dan is a nervous first year. Phil is in the library when he has to look up a reference in a law textbook, and there is a scrawled note in messy handwriting down the side that makes him laugh. On a whim, he scribbles a reply, but he doesn’t expect to get a response…

Warnings: Some swear words, nothing else

Word Count: Around 3-4000 per chapter

A/N: It’s been a while since I updated, sorry, uni got busyyyyyy. I’ve finished term now though, so in the spirit of Christmas, have another chapter ^_^

Chapter 5

Dan flopped awake with a low groan, squeezing his eyes shut. The incessant beeping of his alarm refused to leave him alone, but he ignored it, his body aching far too much to even think about actually moving. A few blurred memories from last night chased their way across his skull, faded behind a screen of alcohol-induced fervour. He could barely remember making it back.

On second thoughts, Mondays probably weren’t the ideal night to go out. Especially when he had lectures Tuesday morning.

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Always Read the Margins

Chapter 5 here, all parts here

Genre: Chaptered. University AU, fluff, eventual relationship that can be taken as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a master’s student, Dan is a nervous first year. Phil is in the library when he has to look up a reference in a law textbook, and there is a scrawled note in messy handwriting down the side that makes him laugh. On a whim, he scribbles a reply, but he doesn’t expect to get a response…

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, brief self-hatred

Word Count: Around 3-4000 per chapter

A/N: Some angst coming up. Not too bad yet, but it is there if you squint

Chapter 6

Thus began their tradition of meeting in the library for study sessions.The librarian still glared at them frequently, when they were too noisy or spread out too much, but neither of them were dissuaded. And Dan actually managed to get some work done, which was a plus. His essay was typed up and submitted on time, much to the amazement of Charlotte and his other course mates, as they still hadn’t seen him actually doing any work.

Dan stayed quiet about his new work-mate. Selfishly, he wanted to keep Phil to himself.

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Always Read the Margins

Chapter 10 here, all parts here

Genre: Chaptered. University AU, fluff, eventual relationship that can be taken as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a master’s student, Dan is a nervous first year. Phil is in the library when he has to look up a reference in a law textbook, and there is a scrawled note in messy handwriting down the side that makes him laugh. On a whim, he scribbles a reply, but he doesn’t expect to get a response…

Warnings: A bit of swearing and stressed out, angsty Dan

Word Count: Around 3-4000 per chapter

A/N: Here’s another update, and this is the second last chapter! Thanks so much to everyone reading/sending me feedback, it’s so unexpected and lovely <3


Chapter 11

As Dan very quickly learned, the second term of university was hell.

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Always Read the Margins

Chapter 7 here, all parts here

Genre: Chaptered. University AU, fluff, eventual relationship that can be taken as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a master’s student, Dan is a nervous first year. Phil is in the library when he has to look up a reference in a law textbook, and there is a scrawled note in messy handwriting down the side that makes him laugh. On a whim, he scribbles a reply, but he doesn’t expect to get a response…

Warnings: Bit of swearing, bit of low self-esteem/self hatred (if you squint), and platonic cuddling and bed sharing

Word Count: Around 3-4000 per chapter

A/N: Here’s another chapter, and thanks so much to everyone who’s messaged me/left comments on this fic, it means a lot to me! <3 There shouldn’t be too many chapters left until the end, but I’m going away for a bit, so the next update might take a while ^_^

Chapter 8

The last week of term was utterly miserable for Dan. His essays caught him almost completely unawares (not helped by the fact that he literally hid from his work for the majority of the second half of the term - ever since Phil stopped talking to him as regularly. Not that those events were in any way related).

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Always Read the Margins

Chapter 6 here, all parts here

Genre: Chaptered. University AU, fluff, eventual relationship that can be taken as either platonic or romantic

Summary: Fiction. Phil is a master’s student, Dan is a nervous first year. Phil is in the library when he has to look up a reference in a law textbook, and there is a scrawled note in messy handwriting down the side that makes him laugh. On a whim, he scribbles a reply, but he doesn’t expect to get a response…

Warnings: Hangover. Slight angst/self-hatred (very slight), a bit of swearing

Word Count: Around 3-4000 per chapter

A/N: More hints of angst but honestly I’m incapable of making anything not fluff oops xD

Chapter 7

Dan awoke the next morning to a head that felt stuffed with candyfloss and a throat as dry as a packet of crisps. A low groan escaped his lips. His head was pounding behind his closed eyelids, as if a giant foot was pressing down into his skull, forcing his brain to burst at the temples. He groaned again, hating how pathetic the sound was. He was a student - wasn’t he supposed to be able to deal with a hangover by now?

Apparently not, if the way his stomach was churning was anything to go by.

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