my fav trope is like, nonhuman characters not understanding human needs/customs but still being super supportive of their human companion
“look what I found while exploring this planet’s surface!” “kilrak please I’m trying to sleep” “ah yes your human circadian rhythm. *stage whispering* I am supposed to be quiet during this time in your rhythm, yes?”
“the book I purchased on ragnok V says humans require physical touch when upset. therefore, I shall engage in a ‘hug’ with you.” *supremely awkward five-armed hug ensues*
*human sneezes* “OH MY GOD SIL'EEN GET THE MEDIC OUR HUMAN IS DYING”
“this pamphlet I received recently says that humans require companions and packmates in the form of small earth creatures. you should have told me this before we departed earth, but it is no worry. we will have to stop at the next trade planet to get you one of these ‘cats’ or 'dogs’.”
As most of you know, PETA (People for Ethical Treatment of Animals) produces lots of sexist, racist, fatphobic, and even ableist ads. Their ideologies match, unfortunately. They are incredibly unreasonable, too, and they effectively want to remove companion animals from human contact entirely.
Members of PETA have done the following to me.
Attempted to take my service dog’s leash
Threatened to take him away
Sent me death threats
Threatened to euthanize him out of “mercy”
Claimed that I am a “slavedriver” and “active participant in the speciesist h*l*caust” (Ah yes, please tell the romani-german-native girl that she’s basically a Nazi. Good idea.)
Left threatening voicemails on my phone.
Scared me so badly that I had to move house at one point
Grabbed my service dog
Tried to pry my hand off of my service dog’s harness
Threw paint on a faux fur-lined coat I was wearing (the paint got matted in my hair to the point where I had to shave my head)
Speaks openly on their hatred for service dog handlers.
while you’re waiting for me to post or just looking for suggestions, i hope this helps! it took me ages to compile and i’ll update as i come across new pieces, so i hope that both readers and writers alike appreciate this’=) as a reader i know how satisfying it is to read quality fics, and as a writer i know how gratifying it is when someone acknowledges your work. i’ll be honest, it’s mostly smut and lots of fantasy!au because i am a mermaid princess, so of course i’m always thirsty; BUT it’s not all that this list is, i assure you there’s a nice mix of everything~
*i edit this post constantly, so be sure to check it often for updates! i used to keep authors together, but now i just put the newest pieces at the top. i’m always looking for new material, so don’t hesitate to dm me some or drop me suggestions in my ask!
**if you have written or read any scenarios/fics of any genre for SF9, IKON, VARSITY, B.A.P, PENTAGON, VAV, or NCT please send them to me!! these groups need more love!!!
okay i’m not into sexting nor did i ever think i would be, but this scenario has changed my life!! accidentally sending taehyung a nude is actually the best thing ever, wow. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS PIECE. it’s so well written, 10s all around. the dialogue is A+++++++
MAE NEVER DISAPPOINTS!! college!nct and some sicheng yes please! technically there is slight smut but truthfully i think it’s the build up that makes it feel so intense so if you’re not in the mood for heavy stuff you should definitely read this.
i usually steer clear from dom!reader pieces because it’s not me at all BUT if i ever did venture out to try myself as a switch this is exactly how i think it would go down, realistically. i really really enjoyed this jimin one~
i actually read this one a long time ago but i lost it, but i found it!! so much angst and tension with soon-to-be stepbrother!jaebum oh my eff. it’s a mini series and markson have notable characters throughout! i cried a lot, i loved this so much.
i am such a power sub and this gives me life!!! devil!namjoon ruler of all 7 levels of hell? how can you not be intrigued by this one. (i’m not super into “daddy” but i like the dynamics i just personally prefer another name haha)
i am such a sucker for royalty!au and with prince jungkook? hell yeah i’m going to love it. you’re also a princess, how can you not enjoy this one! there’s mild angst but hang tight because it all works out in the end!
so this one was actually on the list AGES ago but sweetheart went and added a second part AND I LOVE IT EVERY BIT AS THE FIRST!! you need to read it!!1! but i do need to warn you that taeyong AND yuta are in this so you will have to wear your seatbelts okay bbies~
there is so much more than just face riding lol but this minghao one shot is well written (as with everything else admin scooter writes – quality). i feel like minghao deserves more writers.. but yeah hehe
this wasn’t even supposed to be angst but i cried?? kihyun being an ass is amusing as always but this felt so real? ANYWAY the storyline is ridiculously good, the smut is amazing, and wah it’s just perfect in every way ok.
okay i was so conflicted on whether or not to put my own writing but if you only ever read one thing by me LET THIS BE IT. smoker!taehyung but of all the other boys make notable appearances. it’s smut, but it’s funny too, and ah please just read this i promise you’ll enjoy it ok. probably the peak of my writing career.
I HAVE NEVER CRIED MORE AND LOVED IT SO MUCH. i’m not trying to shove this one down your throat but it’s perfect and you’re missing out. boyfriend!hyunwoo is so realistic and maybe that’s why it kills me.. (also, this deserves SO many more notes than it has?? wtf i don’t understand)
You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to avoid
Zen’s glare. His scarlet eyes narrowed as you squirmed.
Just ignore him…
“Him-Ah, I-I mean,
Crap, I’m not crying
again, am I?
“…I asked if you invited Allergy to the next party,” Seven
leaned forward, slightly tilting his head. His eyes softened, silently asking
if everything was okay.
You gave him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, I sent an-”
“MC, can you help me with something in the kitchen?”
Zen moved his petite girlfriend off his lap and stood up. He
walked out of the room without an answer.
I guess I don’t have
much of a choice…
You sunk farther back into your chair and closed your eyes.
Maybe I can pretend I
didn’t hear him.
“MC, aren’t you going to help him?”
You gritted your teeth and slowly stood.
“I guess I will, Yoosung.”
As you walked away, Yoosung ‘hmph’ed.
“Who spit in her
coffee this morning,” he muttered.
Life. Life spit in my
You peeked your head into the kitchen.
Zen looked over at you, the familiar glare returning to his
Oh my gosh-
“-What the hell is your problem?”
Zen continued to stare at you, completely ignoring your
question. The kitchen light above you flickered, and the low hum of the refrigerator
filled the heavy silence.
“I don’t have to put up with this.”
As you turned away, a warm hand grabbed your wrist.
Slowly, Zen pulled you back in front of him. He closed his
eyes and sighed.
You looked down at the iron grip he had on your wrist, and
then back up to his face.
Seriously? First he
acts like some angsty teenager, giving me the silent treatment, and now I
can’t even leave?
The burning in your chest overwhelmed you, rage bubbling up
inside every inch of your body.
Okay, okay, I need to
You looked down at your shoes, trying to remember what Seven told you before the party.
Seven placed both his hands on your shoulders. “Okay, MC, listen up. I’m about to give you some grade A wisdom!”
You sighed and tilted your head. “What is it this time?”
“If you ever feel too overwhelmed just count to ten!”
“You know… one, two, three-”
“I-I know how to count,” you playfully pushed him away, “but does that really work? I mean, is that what you do?”
“No, I just push away the people I love and dig myself into a hole of self-hatred.”
“Anddddd, why can’t I do that??”
“Because,” Seven patted the top of your head, “I care about you too much to let you do that.”
Zen let out a heavy sighed, bringing you back to reality.
Counting to ten, huh? Alright… I’ll try your way first.
You let out a breath and looked back up at Zen. He opened
his eyes, loosening the grip on your wrist.
Zen moved closer to
you, his eyes trained on your face.
Your back hit the counter, trapping you between the wall and
His cold eyes turned soft, and the smile you had grown to
love appeared on his face once again.
You heart was beating so loud you could’ve sworn he heard
He let go of your wrist, slowly moving his hand up to your
The world around you stopped. Your stomach flipped, and you
mentally cursed at your now flushed face.
Zen’s eyes looked down at your lips, his hand slowly pulling
your face toward him.
You held your breath.
He leaned in to close the gap.
Zen’s warm and ragged breath tickled your nose. Your eyes wandered
up to look into his red ones, his faces only centimeters away.
Despite everything your heart was telling you, you pulled away.
Your back hit the cold counter again and you winced, readjusting your stance.
You leaned against the wall and stared at the white tile floor, avoiding the
confused look Zen was giving you. He cleared his throat.
“That was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”
You bit your lip, failing to hold back the tears already
streaming down your face. You looked up at Zen through blurry eyes. “You have a
girlfriend… you didn’t choose me, you chose her.”
Your voice felt distant and unfamiliar. Slowly, you began
losing control of your surroundings. The world-
Your world came
crashing down. In one short burst of courage, you pushed past him.
“Can’t I love both of you?”
Those words stopped you in your tracks.
I’m such an idiot.
Everything felt cold and numb. Without turning around, you
“Are you really so selfish as to keep dragging me along like
some kind of… kind of… cat toy?”
Despite the situation, you smiled.
Jumin would be ecstatic right now.
You felt a hand on your shoulder.
“I’m not selfish, I just don’t want you to end up with…
“That’s the definition of selfish!! And who the hell else
That’s when it clicked. That’s when everything clicked.
You shrugged off Zen’s hand and opened the door to the
“MC, please just… wait!”
But you were done waiting. You stormed out of the kitchen,
Zen on your heels.
I finally understand
“There they are, we’ve been waiting! We’re gonna play
Jaehee smiled at you and Zen, oblivious to the fight that
had just occurred in the kitchen.
“MC, pleaseeee be
on my team!! I’ll be your best frienddddd!!!!”
Zen’s stare burned holes in the back of your head and you
heard him audibly scoff. Seven stood up
and smiled at you, extending one hand toward you.
In one big swoop, you grabbed his hand and pulled him toward
you. You placed a hand on the back of his neck, connecting your lips with his.
It didn’t take long for him to react. He cupped your chin,
deepening the kiss. When the two of you pulled apart, you were both out of
You wiped your mouth, sending a cold glare Zen’s way. When
you looked back at Seven he was as red as his hair.
“I-I thought you liked-“
You leaned your forehead against his.
“I like you,
Seven. It just took one selfish prick,” you glanced back at Zen, “to help me
figure that out.”
Seven gave you a goofy smile and-oh no…
“SevEN PUT ME DOWN!! D-Don’t spin me, I’M GONNA HURL!”
He laughed as he released you from his giant bear hug,
plopping you back on the ground. You grabbed his arm for balance.
After you re-orientated yourself, you looked back at the shocked
“Obi-Wan Kenobi, know aliases Ben Kenobi, Ben Kryze, Old Man Kenobi, Obes Kenobes?”
The Jedi Master/Pirate/Rebellion General smiled at the befuddled expression on the Prosecutor’s face opposite of where he stood, hands cuffed and resting lightly on the bar in front of him. He chuckled. “Ah yes! That alias was given to me by a very lovely woman. She was quite nice.”
Shaking his head in a mix of confusion and disgust, the Prosecutor continued on. “Also known as Captain Kenobi, the Pirate Lord of Tatooine, High General Kenobi, the Dashing Duke and the Sass Master of Mandalore?”
“Is that all of them?” Obi-Wan asked. “Are you certain you haven’t missed any? That list seems a little short. Did you include the Scourge of the Outer Rim? Oh! For a while I was calling myself Arulas because someone thought it sounded cool.”
There was a snort from back in the gallery of criminals and a sullen, “It did sound cool.”
Flabbergasted the prosecutor tried to reassert his authority. “Your list of crimes against the galaxy are…”
“Ah! Rako Hardeen!” Obi-Wan nodded, reaching up to scratch his nose. “I knew you forgot one.”
The presiding judge banged his gavel and leaned forward, peering down at Obi-Wan. “That’s enough out of you, traitor! You’re far too old for such childish antics.”
“Quite right, your honor,” the Jedi Pirate Rebel nodded with great dignity. “Please continue, Tanver.”
The Prosecutor stammered out a puzzled, “What?! How… how did you know?!”
Winking, Obi-Wan replied. “Jedi Secrets. Also your name was included on my arrest documents. You have a most artistic signature, Counselor.”
There was a low-level snicker coming from the gallery and the Judge hammered his gavel.
“My apologies, your honor,” Obi-Wan smiled and turned to look back over his shoulders at the assembled criminals, hoodlums, rebels and pirates behind him. “Do be quiet, dear friends. Prosecutor Tanver Seabright is trying to charge me with grievous crimes against the Empire.”
Being a list of his oddities, which I am keeping for my own amusement, or possibly for blackmail. I will add to this whenever new proof comes along.
1. The Persian slipper. He keeps his tobacco in the toe of a slipper. Why? Does it tickle his sense of humor? Was it the nearest thing to hand? Does the tobacco not taste of feet, now?
2. The knife in the mantelpiece, which keeps his correspondence in place. I do not understand the purpose in stabbing one’s letters. It is neither picturesque nor practical, and it makes a series of holes in the mantel. It also makes the letters rather difficult to read.
3. The contradiction between his professed philosophy and his actual soul. He talks like an ascetic, and lives like a poet. He scolds me for sentimentality and praises the flowers. He calls my stories rubbish for their romanticism, then lets our suspect escape because he committed his crimes for love. He names his own body mere transport, claims to live wholly divorced from its sensations; yet he surrounds himself in music and incense and wine, and takes me to out to dinner at every possible excuse.
4. He once summoned me all the way across town to listen to his thoughts on the beautiful nature of dog-kind. He sent me a telegram. He said it was urgent.
5. He has the lashes of a society girl. A very lovely girl.
6. Also, he colours up like a girl when I praise him: turns pink as a peach. I praise him as often as I can manage it, for the entertainment.
7. He has the manners of a cat. He lays about about all evening, prowls about all night, and finally falls asleep in broad daylight, in odd places–curled up in the depths of his armchair, or stretched out on the sofa; once, atop my shoulder, in a railway car. I spent the better part of two hours with him snoring gently into my neck, trying my utmost not to laugh.
9. He is really quite discourteous to the Yard, who are actually useful to him; yet he is startlingly attentive to me, and has always been so, long before I became at all useful, or proved myself anything more than a broken-down reject of his Majesty’s service. He mocks my writing, but he treats me beautifully.
8. He takes no exercise whatsoever, despises fresh air and country holidays, and spends a quarter of his days full prone upon the sofa, thinking; yet he maintains a remarkable physique: slender, lean musculature capable of sudden power and startling grace; bright eyes, magnificent legs. He’s like a thoroughbred horse; his strength is in the bone of him. He’s–
[Here the numbered list breaks off abruptly. There is a single notation beneath this point, in the same pen, but notably shaky:]
What have I been thinking? How on earth have I allowed myself to get so far?
[No explanation of this extraordinary statement is offered.]
“Do you really think me ridiculous?”
“Holmes. Oh, Holmes, you did take it. You’ve had it this entire time?”
“What have you been doing with it all these weeks?…Never mind, I don’t want to know. Please give it to me.”
“Tell me what the last line means.”
“Nothing. It means nothing of any significance. Will you give it here?”
“It is impossible for it to mean nothing.”
“Nothing that need concern you, then.”
“Holmes. I can’t tell you.”
“Could you tell me if I held your hands? Like so? H’m, no, it appears that strikes you entirely speechless. What if I do this? Ah. Still speechless….Oh. Oh, you’re shaking. Are you angry? Have I offended you? Watson–I am sorry. I can leave.”
“Yes, I think you are ridiculous. And wondrous. You are wondrous.”
“Oh…That is acceptable.”
“Come here. You’re blushing.”
“I am not.”
“Pink as a peach. Absolutely beautiful.”
“For God’s sake!”
“Come here, and I’ll shut up.”
“What? Take your face out of my neck, I can’t hear you.”
“I’m courting Elizabeth Schuyler, Laurens. Do you remember her? We met at the-”
“Winter’s Ball. Yes, I recall.” John’s voice was tight, his tightened fists hidden in his coat pockets. Alexander grinned happily, unaware of his friend’s abnormal behavior.
“I’ve come to fancy her, and through our letters, she agreed to court me. We’ve been together for a few weeks now.”
“Ah, yes. Congratulations.” John replied curtly. Alexander pulled John into a hug, finally noticing his stiff posture. John did not offer a hug back, just a small smile. “I’m happy for you, Hamilton.”
Alexander’s smile wavered, scanning Laurens’ face. “Are you okay, John? You seem…peculiar.” John quickly realized his demeanor, and cleared his throat, faking a huge smile for his friend.
“No, no! Please, Alexander, I am fine. Let’s go and tell the others!” John placed his hand on the small of Alexander’s back, and they began walking.
John felt his heart shatter the moment he heard that his close friend was courting someone. He wanted to hide from the world and cry his eyes out. Sadly, John had fallen in love with Alexander. It was very taboo for a man to love another man but John could not lie to himself about his feelings. It wasn’t lusting. It wasn’t admiration. It wasn’t infatuation. It was love. But, John could not be with Alexander and love him publicly, as much as he wanted to. He must find a woman and marry her, just like Alexander and all the other men in the world. John must follow society’s rules or else he will find himself outcasted or, even, dead.
So, he kept all of his feelings to himself.
John and Alexander made it to the tent, Alexander excitedly telling his friends about Eliza. Laurens stood in the corner, smiling whenever he was obligated to and laughing when it was needed. As he watched, another fellow soldier came into the room, giving him a letter. He glanced over the recipient’s name and sighed.
It was his father.
He told his friends that he would be back, and walked out the tent to a lone tree that rested in the middle of the open field. He sat under the shade of the plant and began reading the letter.
Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens
Your mother and I have seldom received letters from you. It worries her that you do not update us on your predicament, although I understand why you cannot. I am on leave from my post, and your mother has special news for you.
We have found a suitable maiden for you to marry. Since you are unable to court due to your lack of caring, we have decided to find you one ourselves. She is an acceptable young woman, with interests in the arts and sciences. Your mother thought you would appreciate that.
Nevertheless, send me a letter back promptly so that we may arrange a meeting with her and her family.
Delegate of the Continental Congress
John tightened his grip on the paper, anger fuming from him. He marched back to the tent, his temper not lowering. Why did his father have to be such a-
“John? John are you alright?” Lafayette asked, looking over at his freckled-faced friend. John shook his head. Everything that happened today was getting to him, and this was the last straw.
“My father has arranged for me to meet a woman. He wants us to marry.” He growled, throwing the letter onto the ground. Mulligan stood up and grabbed the letter. He scanned it over quickly, then looked up.
“I’m sure he means well,” Mulligan said, trying to cheer up his friend. John shook his head, grabbing his coat off of Lafayette’s cot.
“When does he ever mean well?” John grumbled, fixing his outfit. Hamilton looked at him with concern, his smile finally gone from his face. John knew he was ruining the moment for his best friend, but he was just tired of everything not going his way.
First, the man John is in love with courts a woman he barely knows.
Then, his father comes up with this idiotic idea for him to marry someone he doesn’t even have the name of.
EXO Reacts To Their Children Running On Stage To Their Mom
A/n: You’re performing and they’re supposed to be watching with the kids from the crowd.
You were looking for your daughter’s eyes as you sung a very slow and emotional song. Your eyes teared up and a tear fell down your cheek.
All of a sudden you see your daughter running away from your husband, Kai, and him chasing her.
She ran up on stage and clung to your leg.
“She’s so damn fast. Your daughter is cheetah and I am sick of it… Love you.” He said breathlessly from the bottom of the stage before blowing you two a kiss and walking away defeated and tired.
Your comeback song was one for the history books. It was catchy and a nice dancing song. Holding the mic and following along to the dance moves, you laughed as you saw your daughter running towards the stage.
She ran up and started dancing in front of you and the crowd.
“Aishh.. why are they both so cute?! I can’t take it!!”
Your son ran up on the stage during the part of your song where you danced with another guy.
“AH! NO! UMMA! APPA NO!” Your son pointed to the man behind you and screamed again, “APPA NO!”
“ THAT’S MY BOY! I’m only laughing now because I know that once we get home I’m going to be in sooo much trouble.”
You had won an award and were going up to to accept it, passing your sleeping daughter to your husband.
Once you had gotten up there you started to thank everyone until you heard an ear piercing cry from the front row. You watched as your daughter ran with her little legs, poofy dress flapping against her knees, up to you.
The crowd awe’d and clapped.
“I’m glad you all find this cute.. God, I’m screwed when we get home.” He thought to himself.
You were dancing to your group’s new song on stage when you noticed your husband running after your son. Your son was too quick and made it up on stage to you before Chen could catch him.
Chen stood there with a blank look on his face.
Your daughter had way too much energy today and neither you or Lay had any idea why. So when you had to perform her favorite song off your comeback album you had specifically told him to make sure she didn’t run on stage.
She ran on stage.
Lay was breathing heavy with his hands on his waist.
“How the hell did she get so fast?! What have I raised, an animal?!”
You were accepting an award when your son attached himself to your thigh. Looking down at him you smiled and went to pick him up, but you stopped when you saw your husband stumble up the stairs to the stage.
The man who presented the award to you asked Chanyeol to speak since he was so eager to come up here.
“Ah yes.. I love my jagiya and I am so extremely proud of her!” He said smiling, hiding the fact that he knows he’s gonna get lectured from you.
Your son apparently didn’t like what you were wearing as you were performing on stage. Running up to the stage your son took off his little tuxedo blazer and held up in front of you, pouting. “Appa say umma clothes no no!”
Suho looked at you from the beginning of the stage and smiled widely.
“Please don’t kill me jagiya.”
You were singing a duet with a male partner and you two got closer to each other during the performance. That was until your son ran in between the middle of you two, pushing the man away from you.
You looked at Sehun who was at the bottom the stage, winking at your son.
Sherlock hated going out in public in general, and probably hated shopping even more. But he had to help you find a dress for a formal dinner at the Scotland Yard, so here he was, waiting outside the dressing room for you to try on a black dress you had picked out.
You pulled back the curtain, doing a small twirl as you grinned. Sherlock smiled at you, until his eyes fell down to the hem of the skirt. It was mid-thigh length, and you rolled your eyes when you knew what he was thinking.
“The skirt is supposed to be this short.”you folded your arms across the chest, and Sherlock pressed his lips together. “Oh, stop being so dramatic. It’s not even that short. And the dress is super pretty.”
“Yes, but I don’t want all the men at the party ogling at you.” Sherlock pointed out, and you scoffed. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”
“It’s your job to what?” you challenged, and Sherlock sighed.
“To keep you safe!” he exclaimed, and you laughed.
“Oh, yes.” you waved your arm dramatically. “Save me some creepy men who’ll stare at my legs. I think I’m perfectly capable of dealing with that on my own, thank you very much. And this is the only dress I like anyway, so I’m buying it.”
Before Sherlock could protest, you dragged the curtain shut.
You tried to reach for Sherlock’s hand as you entered the party, but he pulled his hand away. Laughing, you grabbed it anyway and turned him to face you. He looked away as you straightened his tie.
“You’re still mad?”you asked, and Sherlock didn’t respond. “Alright, fine. Be like that.”
You stalked off and found Mary and John, who smiled widely at you and offered you a drink. John looked over his shoulder as you looped your arm through Mary’s.
“Couldn’t convince the husband to come?” John asked as you sipped your drink. “You look stunning, by the way.”
“Ah yes, about that.” you laughed as Mary nodded in agreement, looking at your dress up and down. “Sherlock’s mad at me because he think my skirt is too short.”
“Oh, please!” Mary exclaimed, but she burst out laughing. “That’s ridiculous!”
On cue, Sherlock appeared, and Mary shook her head. Sherlock held his arms behind his back, already sensing what the conversation was about.
“Yes, well, I suppose I am being a bit silly. I apologize, y/n.” Sherlock finally admitted, and you smiled.
“Wow.” John’s eyes widened. “You even got him to apologize, y/n. That’s impressive.”
“Well,” you reached out and pulled Sherlock closed to you. “Marriage does have that effect on people.”
“No it doesn’t-” Sherlock tried to protest, but you shut him up by pressing your lips against his.
Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.
A/N: I am really slow on updates because I’m busy with work and I’m trying to do 3 school projects at a time. Please let me know if you ant to be tagged or added to my permanent tag list
Two months passed and you still didn’t have a good headline. At work, you were still called the Rookie. Not to mention your pay was not all that great. The savings you had were running low. The owner of the house you lived in raised the price on the rent, which meant that your entire check from The Report went towards the rent. If you didn’t find a good scoop, you’d be doomed for sure.
However, every time a killer story surfaced, the opportunity would be snatched away by a newly hired girl. Her name was Madison Titan. She’s only been at The Report for a month but has managed to climb the ladder of success. She always scored front page headlines. She hated you. It wasn’t hard for you to realize that, but you didn’t let it bring you down. You didn’t have time for silly middle school actions.
You sighed as you looked at the stack of bills that needed to be paid. Asking you parents for money was not an option. Your father told you this would happen and it did. He’d just use this opportunity to give you the “I Told You So” conversation. No way did you want him to have that victory.
You looked out the window. A handful of sports cars were parked in Bucky’s circular driveway. You became very good friends with Bucky. Every Saturday he would take your out for lunch. It became a routine. You still knew little about him but didn’t push him to open up. You bit down on your bottom lip and turned away from the window. Shortly after, you received a message from Bucky.
Bucky: come over, I have some friends I want you to meet.
You: right now?
Bucky: yes! You’re not busy right?
You: of course not, I’ll be right over
You ran into your room and pulled the closet open. After pulling on a soft oversized sweater, you quickly sprayed some perfume on you before grabbing your keys. The sun sat high in the sky, beating down on you. You pulled the sweater into your exposed shoulder, but it was no use. The cloth would simply fall back. You walked through Bucky’s garden. Everything looked beautiful with its exotic flowers and pungent smells of roses that engulfed your senses. It looked beautiful, almost ethereal. You sighed and knocked on the door. A butler opened the door.
“Miss Y/L/N, Mister Barnes is expecting you,” He said.
You smiled and stepped inside. This was the third time you were in Bucky’s house. Clearly, you never went this the extravagant parties he threw every Friday night.
The Butler led you to the pool area where there were a few people mingling around. Bucky saw you and made his way towards you. His head bent down a bit as if he was going in for a kiss, but at the last minute pulled you into a hug. You patted his back and smiled. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“Y/N these are friends of mine,” He said.
A tall man with blond hair steps forward. He was ad muscular as Bucky and flashed you a kind smile, “Steve Rogers.”
You smiled and shook his hand. A beautiful woman with red hair shook hands with you. She introduced herself as Natasha Romanoff. Then you met Sam Wilson, who had a mischievous smile and lingered close to you for a few seconds before leaving your side to talk to Steve. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff introduced themselves at the same time and you almost didn’t catch their names. Finally, you finished off with Clint Barton and Thor, who didn’t give you his surname.
You sat on one of the bar stools at the outdoor bar. You watched as Bucky spoke with his friends openly. Wanda sat next to you, she ordered her drink before turning to you.
“How long have you and Barnes been together?” She asked, her thick accent hung on her voice.
You choked on your drink and began to cough. You shook your head, “We’re not dating. Just good friends.”
She hummed, “The way he looks at you says something else.”
“How does he-?”
“Never mind that,” She said abruptly. “You must be special. James doesn’t always introduce us to his neighbors, much less his girls.”
You sipped your drink, growing uncomfortable about the situation. It seemed like she was talking to herself aloud instead of you. You shrugged, “we’ve known each other for a few months now.”
“He’s not the most open person in the world. Just be patient,” She smiled.
Bucky told you to stay until everyone left. It was two hours of just talking and drinking and lounging around. It wasn’t bad, you were able yo take your mind off the stack of bills that would surely give you a headache once you stepped back into your home. You stood at Bucky’s side as he watched the final car leave the driveway.
He turned to you and smiled, “did you have fun?”
You nodded, “I did!”
“Come on, I’ll give you a tour of the house.” He opened the door and you stepped inside once again. “It had dawned on me that I hadn’t shown you my home.”
“Your house is very beautiful,” You remarked as you followed him deeper into parts of his house that you hadn’t been in.
“It is,” Bucky agreed. “It was built in the late 1800s. The chandeliers had all collected an inch of dust when I first bought this place. Obviously, no one had lived in it for a while.”
You passed various closed doors that you didn’t bother asking what was behind them. Instead, you continued to follow him until the vibrant hallway opened into a large room with a long table in it. The table could possible seat 20 guests and it almost made you sad at the thought of Bucky sitting on one of those chairs eating dinner by himself.
“The dining room,” He said. “Had this table imported from a castle in Europe. Never eat here.”
You weren’t surprised by what he said. He was already moving forward, you quickly followed close behind. Bucky opened a door that revealed the kitchen. It was probably the size of your house. It had a pizza oven, another oven, a grand silver stove, a refrigerator, beautiful marble island and other things you did not recognize. Two chefs were working around the kitchen. Cutting vegetables and fruit while another stirred something in a pot. It smelled exquisite. You watched as the chef cutting the fruit threw the diced strawberries into a large machine that ate the berries and produced a red juice.
“These are the chefs that run the kitchen. Renaldo, Anthony, this is Y/N.” Bucky introduced.
The two men smiled and bowed their heads. Renaldo came forward, “would the Miss like some bread?”
“Yes! Of course!” Bucky boomed happily.
Renaldo grabbed a knife and opened a silver drawer in an oven. Be pulled out a loaf of bread and began cutting it into slices. He handed you one. It was warm, crunchy and soft at the same time.
“This is amazing,” you remarked. “Best bread I’ve ever had!”
“It’s Renaldo’s family recipe,” Bucky said. “Even I don’t know what’s in it.”
You smiled and took another bite from the bread. Bucky led you to a walk-in freezer, where all the ice cream, frozen meats and other foods were stored. He grabbed a wine glass that was filled with chocolate. The door closed behind him, keeping the cold contained. Anthony handed him a spoon and Bucky gave you the glass of chocolate. You dipped the spoon in the glass and ate the chocolate mousse.
“Do you like it?” He asked.
You nodded, “it’s delicious.”
Bucky opened another door and revealed the small room to be filled with different wine bottles. The shelves had white wine as well as red wine. Your lips parted in awe at his wide collection of wine bottles.
The rest of the tour was a blur. Bucky showed you the indoor pool and jacuzzi, gym, game room, lounge area, the courtyard where all the parties usually were held and various other rooms that only seemed to be found a palace.
“Bucky your place is amazing!” You twirled around and closed your eyes as you spun.
You stopped and faced Bucky. He was smiling at your state. He took a deep breath as if preparing himself for something.
“Y/N,” He paused. “Do you-would you like to-?”
He was interrupted when the sound of his phone went off. A look of anger flashed through his eyes as he pulled out his phone. Bucky looked up apologetically.
“I’m so sorry, I have to take this, it’s an important call,” he said.
You nodded, “It’s okay Buck.”
He turned his back to you and walked into another room. You managed to catch the beginning of the conversation.
“This better be good Harrison, I was in the middle of something,” Bucky growled.
You were a bit taken aback at his attitude. Not wanting to eavesdrop, you walked away from the door. Your own phone vibrated. It was a message for Emma, saying that Cole wanted to see you. You bit your lip, debating whether to stay and find out what Bucky was going to ask you or go to your boss. You slowly walked towards the room and poked your head in. Bucky was listening intently to the voice at the other end of the line.
“I have to go to work,” You whispered. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
He moved his phone away from his mouth and nodded. He quickly mouthed an apology. You smiled and turned, making your way to the exit. Leaving a very frustrated Bucky behind.
“Ah, Y/N so good you could make it,” Mr. Cole said when you entered his office. “Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss.”
“What do you wish to discuss?” You asked though you had a feeling of what he wanted to talk about. Mr. Cole leaned back in his seat and set his cigar in the ashtray. You tried you best to muffle a cough. The smell was pungent.
“I’ve heard that you are neighbors with Barnes, is that correct?” He asked.
You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment but nodded, “Yes, I am.”
Cole nodded in approval, “I am willing to make a deal with you.” He paused. “I can raise your pay.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a check. Cole set it in front of you. The check read five thousand dollars and it was addressed to you. “You can walk out of here with this check as long as you agree to my proposal.”
“And what’s that?” You asked, knowing the demon that was around the corner.
“You find out where Barnes gets his money and give me various stories about the skeletons in his closet.” He said.
You scoffed, “Mr. Cole, Mister Barnes is a mystery to me. I barely know the man.”
“Emma tells me she’s seen you going out to lunch with him various times,” Cole said.
Anger fueled inside of you at his comment. How dare he! And how could Emma ever do that to you? You shook your head. “I refuse to do what you request. I can’t ruin a friendship over a headline.”
Cole shrugged and grabbed a pen before writing ‘VOID’ across the check. He threw the pen down, “Pack your things Y/N.”
You nodded, “Gladly.”
You walked out of the office, with nothing but your pride. Your head was tall as you walked to your desk. There was nothing that you wanted to take with you. Nothing to 'pack up.’
“Y/N!” Emma called to you.
You looked at her with tear-filled eyes. Your bottom lip quivered as you grabbed a small postcard on your desk and left to the elevator. You couldn’t help but scorn them. You hated that they were about to use Bucky for a headline. That they were going to invade someone’s life to get a story. You shook your head and wiped your eyes. These people were gullible. Hiding behind their laptops and hunting in a herd for weak prey.
Although he was still a closed book to you, Bucky could possibly be the most truthful person you’ve met.
You thought your day couldn’t get worse. You were wrong. With a slam of the car door, you ripped up the postage card and threw it on the ground, knowing that you’d come back and pick it up later. You walked up the steps of your home and your heart shattered by a single piece of paper.
It was an eviction notice.
You took the paper down and went into your home. You pressed your back against the door and sat down. With your knees pulled up to your chest, you cried. You cried because you had finally done it. You failed. You cried because you lost your job. You cried because you felt used, you felt dirty and stained.
You cried because you knew you had to leave New York, which means leaving Bucky as well.
request by a swag anon :) a/n I do not think there is enough Youngjae smut. He is a fluff ball but he is also so hot (that bias wrecker) ~ JJ
summary: Youngjae introduced you to the GOT7 members a couple months ago and has been regretting ever since. All you do together now is hang out with all the members….but you haven’t had time for just Youngjae. Until tonight.
Genre: smut - orgasm denial, begging, light bondage, Youngjae sub, reader dom etc…. you’ve been warned
You were planning another night out with the GOT7 members tonight and you were on the phone with Bambam sorting out details. “So are you still picking us up in 20 minutes?” you said. “We are leaving now so maybe more like 40.” “Okay see you soon.” You replied and then hung up. You noticed your boyfriend sulking slightly in the corner of the living room. You knew he has been upset ever since the two of you had been spending time with all the members instead of being alone. You watched as he played his video game and hunched his shoulders trying to focus.
“Hey Sunshine? We still have time, they are going to be late. The boys just left now.” You said to him as you plopped down beside him on the couch. “Do you want to finish that episode of Descendants of the sun?” He paused the game and looked at you with raised eyebrows. “No, not really,” You said trailing your hands on his honey thighs. “What do you want to do?” You continue to inch your hands closer to his crotch. “I am liking your plan right now.” he whimpered as your hand hovered over his groin. “What do you mean? I’m not doing anything.” You say lustily. You both stare at each and He pulls your face into a kiss and your tongues meet fighting each other for dominance. You hadn’t done anything with each other in so long and your bodies were beginning to feel a craving for more.
You shift yourself so that you straddle Youngjae’s lap and he starts to move his hands to your breasts. Your mouths crash back onto each other’s and in between breaths you manage to say “Shirt off.” and he immediately throws his t-shirt to the ground. You grind on his lap and can feel his erection even through his jeans. Youngjae pulls your shirt over your head and continues to caress your breasts with his delicate hands. For a moment you break from your kiss and get off his lap to take off your panties from under your skirt. You push Youngjae onto the couch and make him lie down and straddle him again. “God you’re so hot” He breathily moaned.
“Finger me.” You whisper laying your body against his. You feel his long fingers make their way past your thighs and slip between your wet folds. The relief is bliss and you let out a moan, which is soon silenced by Youngjae’s mouth on yours. He rubs your nub with his thumb as his fingers worked in and out of you. You moaned “Oh Youngjae! Fuck.” You bit as his neck hard leaving purple marks as his finger motions caused you to bite harder, you could hear him let out satisfied groans. “I’m going to come!” Usually, it would take more than this but you could feel yourself melting under his touch and soon orgasm pierced your core and you yelped out in pleasure. You collapse your body weight onto him as he pulled his fingers from your entrance “Taste me, baby.” You say pushing his fingers into his own mouth watching him suck your wetness from them.
Hey buddy, pal, old sport…It’s been some time since we’ve last heard from you! Now I don’t know if you remember, and no big deal if you don’t, but last Summer, about a year ago, yes right before E3 there was just a small announcement…
Ah yes, it should be coming back to you now…hopefully. Well, I’m afraid I have some bad news for you buddy…that window of opportunity is soon coming to a close. In fact, you only have less than 2 weeks to deliver on this promise, as Winter officially ends on March 21st. So put on your big Sora shoes and get to making us a new trailer because there is no way in hell this fandom can wait until E3 2017 for more footage.
I have a paper due in 23 hours and it has to be 10 pages long. Send me your good writing vibes, Oh Great Bun!!!
“Ah, Phantomhive. Something told me I’d find you here this late in the evening.”
The smirk on the professor’s face only heightened the annoyance in Ciel as he stacked and re-stacked some papers. The library was the last place he wanted to be at that hour of the night.
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for a certain demon taking advantage of our current situation–”
“Oh? Is it not my job to fully take on whatever role I am ordered as my master pleases?”
“This does not excuse you insolent behavior–”
“Homework is not insolent, but it shall make for an insolent pupil should he choose to procrastinate–”
“You dare insult your master?”
Sebastian chuckled. This game really was his favorite of all.
“Never, my Lord. It is but a simple writing assignment that was given with ample time to do.”
“I am not here to do homework for your class, Sebastian. We are here to–”
“Ah, yes. However, what with being away from your usual studies at the manor, I must find a way to make up for your schooling. What Phantomhive butler would I be if I could not do something as simple as this?”
“I have more important things to do than homework. I don’t even know where to begin.”
“Perhaps you just need a bit of inspiration.”
“Oh?” Ciel laced his fingers together, the smirk on his face seeping with sarcasm as he rested his chin upon his hands, “So you plan on inspiring me to write a ten page essay on the ‘greater good’ versus a dark calamity and how I perceive innocence and the known trope of good always conquering evil in the end?” Ciel sat back in his chair, crossing both his arms and legs as he continued to stare up at the professor. “Comical. And just how do you plan to do that?”
Sebastian made his way around the wooden table, leaning back against it next to Ciel before lifting the boy’s chin with a single finger.
“Good and evil are a matter of perspective. The good to a mother lion feeding her children is the evil to the doe who lost her first born. You live in a world where most things are painted black and white. The queen and her kingdom. The people within it. They walk a life they only know how. But you, my Lord, walk a fine line. The evil nobleman who kills as the queen demands but to ensure the wrongdoers of this country are caught and disposed of. What would you call it?” The professor chuckled, “Humans are selfish creatures. And you are the most selfish of them all. That is why you called me–”
“And that is why I shouldn’t be doing frivolous tasks–” Ciel went to move Sebastian’s hand off of his face before the demon grasped his chin and pulled him forward. Ciel stared in shock, the warm garnet of Sebastian’s eyes, alive and electric, boring into him from just an inch away.
“Humans are pitiful creatures. It is not all ‘good’ and ‘evil’. It is whatever is beneficial in the moment. The most beautiful things lie within the darkest places of those who are honest enough with themselves to admit the horrific monstrosity that they are,” Sebastian pulled the small face even closer, ensuring Ciel feel every word whispered upon his lips, “and that is why your soul will truly be delicious.”