along with the weight of his thoughts

;little monster (m)

pairing— park jimin x reader | feat. kim namjoon
genre/warnings— smut, voyeurism sort-of, auralism? masturbation, teasing, switch themes
words— 8,844

:: summary— you’ve been good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong…

note— based on a request.

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Inspired by this absolutely angsty masterpiece by @jackalopes-vld

This is really angsty and references intrusive thoughts, so please keep yourself safe.

WC: 1574


Annoying.

He’s not annoying. People like being around him. He’s not annoying.

Good for nothing.

He’s their sharpshooter. He has a purpose.

Worthless.

He’s worth something.

Seventh wheel.

He’s… He is the seventh wheel. There isn’t a doubt about that.

Can’t handle the stress.

He can’t. It gnaws at him every waking moment.

Can’t deal with criticism.

Fuck. It hurts, okay? Not everyone is graceful with that shit.

Useless weight brought along out of pity.

Stop.

Nothing.

Stop!

Just fucking leave.

Please. Please, just stop. Please.

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Not Northside Material - Part 6

Originally posted by veronicadvalle

A/N: This isn’t at all what i planned to happen but it’s okay because when do my plans ever actually…go…to plan? Never! It’s the inevitable contradiction of my life that I crave organisation and yet i am unable to ever keep anything in place. OH WELL ENJOY MY ACCIDENTAL PAIN WRITING!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 7

Summary: He won’t speak to her, neither of them like it and neither of them know the other is suffering. He just has to manage to stay away from her, that should be pretty simple? … Right?

Words: 2,308

Summary: Serpents, Swears, T E N S I O N, oopsie doodle.

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you had me at ‘i’

premise: (name) and steve try to figure out their feelings in strange ways, that inlcude dating people they don’t like. feat cheerleading!

PAIRING: steve harrington x reader, (slight!)billy hargrove x reader 

a/n: i like cheerleaders ok??? kinda was feeling rly bad abt my writing since i felt that it was not that good so i tried rly hard on this one hope it shows xoxo i will continue to try and work even harder. sorry for being slow on requests
also, requested:  can I request an imagine where Steve doesn’t get along with you but in the inside he likes you, (anon) /  heeeey i love your writing so much!!!! can i request one with steve harrington where you’re a cheerleader and steve starts dating one of your teammates and get jealous? thank youu ily (anon)

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MASTERLIST.

Spring sun shines brightly overhead; soft wind gushes past delicate thighs and pinches at the hems of bright red skirts. The playing field is mostly empty of spectators, just a few younger girls, with awe in their eyes, and a couple of football and basketball players watching the cheerleading squad finish their perfect routine without a hitch. Voices of the girls in pigtails die down into harsh breaths as they wipe away drops of sweat from the arches of their brows and the flats of their foreheads. Some high-five as congratulations, some wave flirtatiously at the boys and they wave back.

“Good job, girls! See you tomorrow, same time, same place.”

With a sharp inhale you fix your white shoelaces and wordlessly accept an offer of water from one of your teammates, Suzy. As you stand up a whiff of your perfume mixed with a tint of sweat greets your nose and you can hardly wait to hit the showers. Your eyes wander around. You see the boys, ones that were so intently watching you and your girls, now approach. Among them is Billy Hargrove – of course he’d be checking you out – and surprise surprise…Steve Harrington.

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Body Language (One Shot)

A/N: This was a request from @ihavetwobuckystomyname a very long time ago, and I’m super sorry that this took so long to write, hun! I hope you enjoy it! There’s a song that goes to this as well and it’s right here if you wanna listen!

Body Language - Reader and Bucky have been in a relationship for a while, and she’s ready to take the relationship to the next level. But Reader has a small problem: she’s deaf. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Deaf Reader 

Warnings: Smut. Language. Slight mentions of past neglect. Bucky being adorable. NSFW!

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anonymous asked:

re: ben told rey about her parents for the sake of the truth, uh? my impression of that scene was that he was most interested in taking over snoke to rule the whole galaxy. “you’re nothing. but not to me”- making someone feel they’re inherently worthless and won’t be accepted anywhere else is textbook manipulation. smth along the lines of “your parents were nobody but that doesn’t mean you are too” would’ve carried a very different weight, but again it seemed more “you are only valuable to /me/”

First of all, “taking over Snoke to rule the whole galaxy” was clearly not his plan going in:

To me, THIS is the moment he decides Snoke needs to go. Not a moment before this does he make that resolve. And what moment is that? Oh… right. The moment Rey is TORTURED in front of him. We don’t know what he thought when he was bringing Rey before Snoke – likely he was just following the orders and decree of his overlord master upon her arrival. But we also know that he was genuinely shocked to find that Snoke “bridged” their minds, and he seems truly hurt and devastated by that development.

But he resolves to destroy Snoke because of his care for Rey. It has nothing to do in that moment with “taking over the galaxy.” That is a realization he has right at the end of battle. Ben/Kylo is not very good at planning/scheming. The entirety of TFA’s plot should show you that.

^And these are not the expressions of a master manipulator, but rather a lost, confused, frightened, desperate, and genuinely broken person who thinks he’s doing something right, but is so unsure of himself with his newfound freedom from a LIFELONG tormentor and abuser who was LITERALLY POISONING HIS MIND and imprisoning him in every sense of that word.

I’m not saying the way in which Ben broke the news to Rey was tactful or nice. However, your assertion that he even LOOKS like he’s behaving in a manipulative or intentional way is… quite a stretch considering Adam’s acting in these sequences. Nothing about his body language or expression even suggests for a MICROSECOND that he is plotting or manipulating anyone – aside from the ONE moment he betrays Snoke [in order to save Rey’s life].

He even says PLEASE for Christ’s sake. Manipulators don’t ask for permission – they DEMAND. Remember the way Snoke treated Ben in the ENTIRE SEQUENCE BEFORE THIS? Yeah, THAT is “textbook manipulation,” folks. What Ben did was stupid, sure, but it wasn’t manipulative. Just… Ben being foot-in-mouth, way too bluntly, brutally honest Ben.

Also Rian already stated that he wrote Ben to be genuine in those moments, not that he was intentionally trying to manipulate her. He felt that he was reaching out to a kindred spirit – the ironic thing is, despite her rejection of him, they ARE in fact kindred spirits headed for the same path. It’s in the archetypes, but I’ll save that for my meta post later.

His offer for her to rule the galaxy was “side by side,” and was a CHOICE offered to her. It is not the same as Vader’s proposal to Luke by a LONG SHOT. Vader had just vitally INJURED Luke by severing his hand, was SIGNIFICANTLY stronger in the Force than Luke, had backed Luke INTO A CORNER so that Luke had NO WAY OUT and could not move freely, he stood over him in an AGGRESSIVE and DOMINATING position, he DEMANDED that Luke had to rule with him – it was NOT a choice…

Meanwhile, Rey can move FREELY in this sequence and is not backed into any corners, is on the same standing and level of power as Ben both physically and in the Force, she is mostly uninjured [save for a small cut on her arm, which is barely a scratch for her, tbh], he is in no position of authority over her – they are equals, he is not looming over her aggressively – he holds out his hand with palm facing upward, his offer is presented as a CHOICE – a choice to which he indicates ZERO aggression toward her. In fact, it is REY and it is ALWAYS REY who makes the first violent move around Ben. There is ZERO indication he would have reacted violently against her had she tried to further talk things out with him. It is REY who decides to take things to an aggressive and violent level… so honestly?? I don’t get all this talk of manipulation. It just doesn’t fucking fit. Stop trying to force the foot into the shoe – this ain’t workin’, y’all ain’t found Cinderella here.


“Textbook manipulation.”

Manipulation: the action of manipulating someone in a clever or unscrupulous way.

Unscrupulous: having or showing no moral principles; not honest or fair.

Question: how was Ben being clever or unscrupulous?

Another question: how was he being dishonest or unfair?

I’m serious, because while this may be up for interpretation… when I watch that scene I see (1) nothing clever about it. (2) Nothing unscrupulous about it.

He isn’t being immoral – just brutally honest. He isn’t being unfair – just a bit insensitive and blunt. He isn’t being clever – in what universe were his words clever? They were the opposite of clever. He never speaks cleverly. Why do antis always attribute cleverness to Ben when he is HIT-YOU-IN-YOUR-FACE transparent about his intentions?

My reading of this scene is that he’s trying to help her avoid the same pain and torment that haunted him his entire life: the disappointment of those who abandoned and neglected and threw them away. He has just felt the chains lifted from his lifelong abuse, and he wants to SHOW her the truth [which fits into the animus archetype – BY THE WAY – read some Carl Jung]. His guidance is there to bluntly show her how to avoid pain.

And the most important piece of all that antis NEGLECT to mention?

Rey brought it up FIRST. SHE is the one who said, “They were nobody” about her parents. She is the one who – from the VERY beginning – has called herself no one. Ben is using that turn of phrase on her to MAKE A POINT that will STICK with her so that she can move on from torment.

Manipulators/abusers do not aim to FREE their victims from torment and pain. They aim to TRAP them in it – as Snoke did with Ben. So no, Ben is not manipulating or abusing Rey. He’s trying to help her, even if it isn’t tactful.

Ever have that friend who’s so caught up in a problem they keep spiraling downward, and no matter how much they cry to you about it, they just can’t seem to get over it? Until you get to a point where you’re desperate for them to SNAP OUT OF IT, so you say something that in the moment seems harsh, but that is also the TRUTH? I know I have. Sometimes when you care about someone, you give them the “truth hurts” method – not because you’re trying to hurt them or manipulate or abuse them, but BECAUSE you care and you want them to stop SPIRALING downward and downward.

And you know what? Rey accepts the truth. It fucking worked. And yes, Ben is an extremely damaged person who spiraled out of control himself [tbh that’s thanks to Rey’s poorly handled aggressive attack against him], and yes he could have put it more delicately. But people aren’t and shouldn’t be perfect, and he was doing what he genuinely thought was right in that moment to help set her free.

I dunno, why don’t you write 5 pages of meta on the subject using actual sources and archetypal images to back up that analysis of yours. I’m waiting.

I can’t be the only one that wants to see this pic turned into an OVA

Just look at them all. Ishi is getting all emotional because his team came in fourth. Fukawa’s wearing the biggest smile ever since she probably won first for her team or something. Owada patting Fujisaki on the head after he got third in a “ya did great, kid” sort of way. Celes not only taking off her drill-like clip-ons and gothic lolita wear, but willing being photographed in this state. Even the despair sisters seemed to have had as good a time as they ever could.

Not to mention… a bit of confirmation on either NaeGiri or NaeZono. Because that is one very cheerful, emotion-filled smile Kiri’s got there. It also semi-suggests Naegi and Kuwata might have been close, which, if true, throws some tragic weight on the first trial.

I’d like a lot of major events turned into an OVA at some point: I want more of Munakata, Yukizome and Sakakura’s school life expanded on along with Andou, Izayoi and Kimura getting the same. I want to see some Hope’s Peak politics with Kizakura and Headmaster dealing with the Steering Committee, and maybe Tengan too to see his thought process under a different light. I want an origin story for the Neo World Program that finally gives some characterization for the real Miaya Gekkogahara, that finally gives Matsuda a voice, and finally reveals Fujisaki’s connection with Nanami. I want some of the core scenes from DanganRonpa/0 to be fully animated, like Madarai’s fight with Ikusaba in front of the fountain and Ryouko’s later escape from him (and perhaps they decide to animate the first time Kirigiri dodged some furniture from her own encounter with the Madarais). I want some of Future Foundation’s day-to-day workings leading up The Final Killing so we can learn more about Bandai and Gozu, or see what each of the branch heads primarily do with their time. I want to see the first few chapters of Killer Killer animated to advertise that series coming to a close. And of course, I want DanganRonpa IF to be fully animated so that Ikusaba won’t have to suffer the same fate in front of the populace at large as she did in canon: being remembered by the people she cared about as just a mindless attack dog for her sister.

But of all those hypothetical OVA’s, I think we’ve waited long enough to see the original 15 happy and grown past their insecurities through their friendship with each other enough to enjoy a sports festival together (and it’d be fun to watch Enoshima seething with fury through this experience before begrudgingly giving in and deciding to smile over all the despair she’ll feel from destroying these happy memories one day). Just to give some context to the memories the final 6 may or may not have regained by now.

Can we have this? Please, Lerche and Kodaka?

i hate you, i love you. (m) | 02

PT.1 | PT.2 | Drabbles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Smut

Description: You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you.

Word Count: 9,013

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His body collapsed in the empty space next to yours, heavy breaths falling from his swollen lips as he waited for the harsh rise and fall of his chest to subside. His mind was wrecked with a numbness as he let the spikes of pleasure wash through his body. The room was completely soundless except for the weighted pants falling from yours and Jungkook’s mouths. But eventually his breathing, along with yours, returned to normal, leaving the two of you in deafening silence.

Jungkook’s fucked out mind, now completely clear as the weight of the situation finally settled inside of him. He just slept with his best friend… and he honestly wasn’t sure what to do now. He turned his head to the side slowly, an anxiety forming inside of his chest at the thought of seeing your reaction.

What he saw was you, staring straight up at the ceiling, tight-lipped, and not daring to look at him. The sight scared him, he couldn’t tell what you were thinking as you refused to turn your sights towards him. Should he say something, should he reach out to you? He wasn’t sure what the right option here really was.

But before he can make a decision he watches as your body suddenly lifted into a sitting positon, throwing your legs over the side of the bed as you prepared to get up. Jungkook is quick though, swiftly reaching forward to grasp your wrist before you can get up. He can see the noticeable stiffening of your bare back as his hand wrapped around your skin, and it makes a sickly feeling run through his stomach at your visible lack of comfort with him.

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Shadows in the walls

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, nudity, descriptive sex scenes, fingering, inappropriate language, unprotected sex, fluffy Bucky. - Please if underage don’t read this. And please if you’re going to be intimate with anyone, use protection.
Word Count: 3,035
Author’s Note: Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long to post this, but it’s currently 04:47am and I’m still awake. I was since 19pm editing and re-writing some tings. This is something very close to my heart, being plus size myself and sometimes don’t feel enough. But I’m trying don’t feel like that just because of my weight. Everyone is beautiful. In your own way. Don’t let anyone say otherwise.


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Haunting Me (Chap. 3)❤️

Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader 

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Kidnapping. Major feels. 

72 Hours Earlier

Bucky was a hundred percent sure that he had seen the girl in front of him before. Maybe it wasn’t from face to face encounters, but he had in fact seen you. It started with the mission briefing he was given two days ago.

Pierce sat in front of him with that sly, devilish smile of his that made Bucky’s skin crawl. He opened the manilla folder in his hands and began reading everything about his mission, especially his target.

“The man you saw on the bridge earlier is a menace and needs to be terminated as soon as possible. Do you understand, soldier?” Bucky nodded silently. His eyes were focused on the picture in front of him, memorizing any necessary details. It was crucial for him, as he was expected to complete his missions without any unnecessary casualties.

“You see this woman, James?” Pierce pulled out another picture and held it in his face. It wasn’t a formal photograph by any means, it looked as if someone had snapped the picture of you as you walked about, doing your day to day things. The older man’s eyes watched Bucky’s closely, studying his face for any signs of reactions.

Bucky’s brows furrowed as he took in all of your features, especially your skin tone. You were quite beautiful, no doubt. Hydra had attempted numerous times to purge out any sort of unnecessary ways of thinking, especially the sense of attraction. Fortunately, as much as he was tortured, they failed to do just that he guesses.

“After you get rid of him, I want you do something…a bit unorthodox. A bit different from what you’ve done in the past.”

His eyes flickered between the picture and the man. Every time he asked him to do something “unorthodox” it usually meant something along the sadistic lines. The only time he was asked to do this was when he tortured a target. He didn’t enjoy that one bit. 

“I want you to find this girl, James,” he explained, peering down at him. 

“And I want you to impregnate her. By any means necessary.”

You shifted awkwardly as he studied your face. 

You felt like he was staring into your soul, into your very being and you felt so exposed. You were used to men staring at you sometimes, even if they were just giving you side glances, but the way this man was staring at you made you feel so hot in the face. 

“I think you must be mistaken, s-sir,” you stuttered. They must’ve really brainwashed him for him to believe something like that. You felt a pang of guiltiness as you thought about it. The poor man must have been abused in so many horrible ways for him to be having the delusions.

“But I-I’m only twenty two years old. Maybe you knew someone who looked like m-”

His eye twitched at your words and he ran a hand over his face in frustration. You immediately shut your mouth at his actions. He let out a growl before looking back at you. 

“I knew you,” he demanded. “I don’t know how, but I did. I saw you in my head after you cursed at me on the bridge.” 

Your eyes widened once again. You didn’t say it out loud, but he was probably having hallucinations. It was the only reasonable answer, but something struck you that he wasn’t the reasonable type. Not by a long shot. 

“Okay then…” you trailed off, looking around the room. You felt yourself shiver uncontrollably. It was freezing in the room, especially since the heat hadn’t been turned on yet and it was cold as ice outside by now. The sun had gone down all the way now and you were for sure that you were in the middle of nowhere. 

That’s when the sudden realization kicked in and you found yourself slowly starting to panic. You were trapped in here with this man, far away from the protection of Steve and the police. You didn’t see your purse anywhere in the room, meaning your phone was gone, along with your medication. 

Uh oh. 

You felt your chest begin to tighten, followed by the feeling of lightheadedness. Little black dots began to dance around your eyes, causing everything to blur. You mentally scolded yourself as you felt your breathing becoming uneven. You had struggled with anemia your entire life. Especially now, as an adult, you were having so many issues with battling it. Your doctor had prescribed you Iron pills which you were to take in cases like these, but of course, your pills were in your purse. 

Which was probably sitting in a random person’s possession right now. 

Bucky, noticing your state, leaned forward and placed the back of his hand onto your forehead. You weren’t running a fever, but you were reacting in a strange manner. He had no clue what was happening, he hoped you weren’t in any mortal trouble. 

“Y/N,” he spoke, his eyes wide as he watched you sway from side to side. You slumped over, but immediately, he caught you in his arms. Your head lolled onto his shoulder. 

He placed a hand onto your back, feeling along your clothed body until it was resting in a specific position. “Shit!” he muttered, before lying you on your back. He began untying your shoes, pulling the strings from the lace until they were loose enough for him to slide off of your feet. Once they were off, he reached froward and began unbuttoning your jeans. 

“N-No!” you gasped, causing him to jump and shift his gaze over to your horrified expression. “Get away!” you cried, pushing his hands away from your body. You tried to wiggle your legs in hopes of kicking him back, but in one move, he held your legs still with his metal arm.   

Bucky looked over at you, his face set in an extremely unhappy frown. “I’m not going to…” he trailed off, suddenly realizing why you were panicking. It wasn’t usual for him to feel guilt, but he felt it at that moment and it frightened him to no end. Who was this mysterious girl that caused him to react this way?

“You’re anemic,” he explained, although he was positive you already knew. “You need to get as much air as possible, along with any source of iron. You’re having an attack right now, which can last no more than thirty minutes without medical attention.” 

You were beyond shocked at his words. How did he know all these things? Anemia was a bit hard to spot unless you were a doctor. That meant, among the many things they taught him, they wired some medical training as well. 

You felt your chest tightening, sending you into a further panic. You hated feeling this way, the last attack you had was in fourth grade and it was borderline traumatizing. 

Bucky reached forward again, slower this time, and began unbuttoning your jeans slowly. You whimpered as he slowly tugged the material down your thighs, before discarding them to the side. He then made his way to the flannel you were wearing and began unbuttoning each of the little buttons and sliding the material off your body, leaving you in a small under tank top. 

He gently placed his hands on your side and rolled you over until you were lying on your side. You tried to inhale as much as possible, but without the medication, you knew you weren’t getting much rest tonight. 

Another shiver crept through your body, goosebumps forming along your body as the fall temperatures filled the room. You felt Bucky place the bed comforter onto your body, before standing once again. 

You had no idea what he was doing. You thought that maybe he was just going back to the table and occupy himself, but instead you felt the bed beside you dip from the weight of him. You felt your hands being pulled in front of you, causing you to open your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” you tugged your arms, trying to free yourself from his iron grip. He wrapped his flesh hand around your wrists as he placed one of your shoelaces around them and tied them into a knot. You winced, staring up at him in shock. 

“I’m making sure you don’t leave,” he said nonchalantly, his face void of all emotion. “I’m not finished with you yet.” 

You let out an angry sigh and yanked your wrists away with as much force as you could muster. “Well, I’m finished with your bullshit!” you spat. His eyes widened at your sudden courage. 

“I’ve been kidnapped, shot at, beaten and held captive against my will by you! The least you could do is treat me with some kind of decency! Why are you such a prick?” you couldn’t stop the string of insults that poured from your mouth no matter how hard you tried. You knew you messed up as soon as you saw his eye twitch. 

For some reason, he didn’t move. Or speak.

 He only stared at you, his eyes wide. 

1940

“Why are you such a prick?” 

You picked up the nearest object closest to you and launched it at your boyfriend’s head. The small container of blush landed right in his face, shattering all over his suit. You turned around in search of something else to throw, but you felt yourself being spun around forcefully. 

“Y/N, I swear on my life, I wasn’t flirting with that girl!” Bucky exclaimed. He tried to touch your cheek, but you moved away quickly. 

“Really?” you spat, your eyes narrowed. “Then why was she all over you? Why didn’t you stop her?” 

You and he had just come back from your first date, which consisted of the two of you driving out of town to another city and going to a drive-in. You knew there would be some friction because of your skin color, but when you pulled into the driveway, people started staring shamelessly. No matter how much you begged Bucky, he refused to leave. 

And to make matters worse, when he left the car to get snacks, he was immediately stopped by some brunette who was shamelessly hanging on his arm. Instead of turning her down, you watched as he laughed at all her little jokes and even gave her a hug. 

You were pissed. 

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, his tone becoming significantly softer. You rolled your eyes and turned your back on him. He hated when you shut him out, especially since you two were together now. 

Bucky let out a small laugh, walking towards you with a dorky grin. You scoffed, eyeing him out the corner of your eye. Was he serious? Did he really think that little of your relationship?

“What is so funny?” you asked, glaring at him. 

Bucky bit back the grin that threatened to form on his face as he placed both of his hands on your shoulders. He bent down so that he was eye level with you and looked deep into your eyes. 

“Sugar,” he chuckled. “That girl was my sister, Rebecca.” 

Immediately, you felt so embarrassed. You covered your face with your hands and let out a groan. You tended to overreact at times, your mother always told you it would be the death of you. She was right. 

Bucky let out another laugh at your flushed face and pulled you into a hug. He rested his chin on top of your head as he held you close. 

“I’m so sorry!” You mumbled into his chest. 

“Don’t be, doll,” he replied, pulling away from you. He peered down at your smaller self and smiled down at you. He pried your hands away from your face, revealing you. 

“If it makes you feel any better,” he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. 

“Rebecca really, really wants to meet you.” 

“Are you alright?” you asked, waving your hand in front of Bucky’s face. 

He inhaled sharply, blinking away the memory that burned into his brain. He was right, he knew you. Just like he knew Steve. But the real question was, how on earth did you get here? 

Were you frozen as well? That was highly unlikely, as he would’ve known about it at one point. It was highly illogical, but maybe -just maybe- you were immortal. But that didn’t explain your memory loss. How were you not remembering as well. 

“Bucky?” you found yourself saying. His eyes snapped back to you at the sound of his name leaving your lips for the first time. You looked the same, from the frown on your face, to the length of your hair. How was this possible? 

“You’re really starting to worry me-”

“Jane,” Bucky spoke, his voice full of emotion. You cocked your head to the side.

Your name was Jane and you loved to wear red lipstick.” 

Alexander Pierce knew many things in this world. 

He knew that President Kennedy would’ve shaped the century if he had lived, he would’ve created a revolution for mutants. He knew that aliens did exist, also that there was life among other galaxies. He knew every dirty little secret the United States had swept under the rug, far away from the public’s knowledge. 

But one thing he didn’t know, was how on earth Y/N Y/L/N was not only alive, but the same exact age as 1942. To his knowledge, you weren’t put in a cryo chamber, or even accidentally frozen with Rogers. You died of lung cancer, for fuck’s sake. How the hell did you manage to leapfrog through time as well as Rogers and Barnes? 

Looking back on your medical history, you had nothing out of the ordinary. You were anemic, allergic to strawberries, and suffered from mild headaches sometimes, but that was it. Hell, you hadn’t been to the doctor in a few years, that’s how good your health was. So what gives? 

That’s when he started flipping through your family history. Your family wasn’t anything special, archives went all the way to the late 1800′s before they stopped. Pierce rubbed his temples as he stared down at the many papers scattered before him. 

The mission he gave Barnes was simple, but now that he went rogue and completely went MIA, he wasn’t so sure if his decisions were adequate. If he succeeded, you would be with child in no time. 

In the past Hydra had failed to create another Winter Soldier with lab work. The serum only worked in every one in a million chance, which was far too risky for him. Instead, he figured, maybe Hydra wouldn’t have to create another soldier. Barnes could. 

Not just any woman could be chosen. It had to be you. It was odd that you had popped up just in time, but your DNA was somewhat abnormal than others. Pierce was absolutely sure of it, but you had no idea as of now. 

You were a mutant. 

You could reincarnate yourself at will. 

- FIN! ❤️   


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one time

There was this connection between the both of you, or so at least you thought. Especially now as your bodies were stripped and clearly nearing to come in contact onto each other.

rating: R

Your hands were roaming around Tom’s behind, digging your nails through his thin white tee-shirt and gripping onto his toned back muscles. Though eventually your fingers dragged themselves higher until it tangled around the curly strands of his hair.

Meanwhile Tom was struggling as he dashed past the hallways from the fraternity party to get towards to your dormitory while still having to hold around your waist and hold your weight. Along with that your legs were enfolded around his hips while you hauled his face closer against yours, linking your lips with his as the both you made out with complete eagerness.

Tom took forever but he finally did arrive after stumbling over several more doorways. He unlocked the baby blue painted door and pushed past to roughly throw you against the mattress with your back hitting against it, and pulling his shirt over his head which revealed his torso.

Somehow everyone already knew about the reputation he had been seizing about, though almost every girl in the campus still cannot help themselves but drool over that perfect body.

Tom unbuttoned his pants and earnestly pushed it down past his ankles to immediately head towards your body. A keen smile left his face before you felt his fingers hook around the hem of your loose tank-top, tugging them off along with unclasping your bra, and discarding them alongside.

A deep exhale came from Tom as his dark hazel orbs were filled with pure hunger and desire. He leaned down and pressed his lips against your collar as your arms enfolded around his neck wherein you caught a scent of his thick body spray. He invited himself between your legs with his hands gripping on either sides of your waist and in attempt of pressing your denim shorts against his erection.

You could feel your heart skip a beat as Tom roughly pulled your denim shorts and pair of lace panties down past your legs. It was quite odd granting that you both were about to have sex yet the emotions he made you feel were butterflies around your stomach, rather than titillating you with desire.

There was this connection between the both of you, or so at least you thought. Especially now as your bodies were stripped and clearly nearing to come in contact onto each other.

But for now Tom was at his way upon going down on your body with his kisses pressing softly against the valley between your breasts. With one hand, he gave a tender squeeze over a breast and subsequently using a finger to spiral around its nipple.

You let out a moan due to his cold touch, feeling his lips reach over to your clit. He used one hand to further part your legs wide in order for him to easily gain access with your core. Then you felt his tongue gently lap over your sensitive bud of nerves with his hand still resting against the inside of your thighs that sent prickling sensations across your skin.

He ran his fingers over a strip against your core and submerged them around your wetness, afterwards a soft chuckle exiting from his lips along with a cheeky smirk and stating, “Wet for me aren’t you, doll?” 

Though his statement only making you roll your eyes above at him. Your hands extended as it reached over the mop of his hair, entangling your fingertips around the curls of it again and followed by telling him to hurry up and waste no time any further.

And so he carried out to your request and instantly pressed his slick tongue against your core and gently his middle finger inside of you. There you groaned out his name once you felt him curl inside your walls and later on adding another finger as he perceived your reaction to his movements,

Then you felt him delve his tongue in while your legs quivered as a response towards those actions. And it was obvious how Tom had his way with your sensitive spots, not to mention how caring and tender his movements were, that definitely had you weak beneath him.

Later on he began to pump his fingers inside and out of you. Though as much as his fingers had their way with working upon building your high, your cunt eventually craved for more than what his hands could do and rather wanting to feel him thrust into you.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need you, Tommy,” you pant as he looks up with a droplet of sweat streaming down past his cheek and later on nods as you.

Tom sat up with great poise as his body was still between the inside of your thighs. Your feet were enfolded around his waist as he pulled your body closer from your hips in order for him to have an easier grip upon sliding into you.He then positioned himself before sliding inside of your cunt with ease due to the wetness that was augmented from before,and with a steady pace, you felt yourself wrap your walls around his cock.

This time a moan fell from Tom’s lips as he felt you clench around him, it was hot per se as he could not resist the feeling of it which only lead him to want more of you. He picked up a rhythm along with a pace as his hips began to sway forwards and backwards, and with his hips swaying, his body was thrusting into you swifter than before.

Your nails found its way back onto Tom’s back muscles as it dug onto it deeper and clawed it down as you felt him continue his movements. Tom hissed at your actions but later on shrugged the inflicted pain as the pleasurable sensation he was feeling could not be compared to it.

You moaned out for him to pick up a much faster pace and thrust in harder as your body began to quake. Your feet pulled him closer against your body which only had his cock slide in further into you and feeling his tip reach your end. And within several more groans and thrusts the dark haired boy could not help himself anymore but become closer upon reaching his orgasm.

And the moment he had cried out about how near he was upon coming, you took the initiative to pull back and bed over for this time you were about to suck the boy in front of you. 

Tom was definitely surprised by your actions but he did not protest any further once you bent over and wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock. You leaned down to press your lips against the tip of it before dipping your mouth further until you swallowed partly of his length.

His hands brushed your hair to one side and cupped them in order for you to get a clearer view whilst you were going down on him. Then he let his head fall back as he felt your warm mouth began to bob forwards and backwards, your head often time tilting as you tried to catch a glimpse of his expression.

You hollowed your cheeks once you fully dipped your head further onto the other end of his cock. His tip reached the back of your throat which made your gag reflex act upon and the sound arousing much more for Tom as his fingers found their way onto your head, leaving your head to fall back disheveled.

His fingernails dug onto your scalp lightly as he held a grasp onto your head which made you unable to continue much of your movements, though spite of that, Tom began to thrust his hips again as he mouth fucked and deep throated you. “Fuck I’m gonna come, doll, your mouth feels so warm.”

The minute passed afterwards Tom decelerated as he was on the very brink of releasing. You could feel the arm fluid secrete from his slit as with every motion made until you could feel that liquid cum already fill up your mouth before swallowing and taking it all in, along with Tom pulling back once he emptied himself out.

“Best. Night. Ever.” Were Tom’s only words before passing out due to the sudden weariness.


The next morning you were awoken by the blinding sunlight that passed through your pale colored window blinds. Your duvet was wrapped around your chest dangerously as it was close to revealing your nipples that poked out. Then your arm extended to reach alongside of you though it only ended up reaching towards nothing as the area beside you was completely empty.

You called out Tom’s name in hoped that he was still in your room and you looked at your bedside seeing your digital clock blaring red numbers that said ten twenty-nine in the morning. And as you did not get a response back about your beckon for the boy you assumed he was not staying anywhere near this room anymore.

A frown escaped your lips as you realized you were just another girl for Tom granting as you thought there was something formed between the both of you, thinking that he would finally settle for you after what happened last night on this very bed.

Tom was a non-commital man and he would be nothing more or less than it. And as much as you were smart with everything else happening around you, he had you utterly dumb and on your knees for him thinking he would not stop with his party tricks and games with every girl he spends night by night.

You did not want to get fucked up every night for just one time and learn that it was nothing he morning after, but somehow somewhere deep inside of you it was screaming how it just could not accept that kind of reality and will still have these quixotic hopes that one night it will all change.

But you have to keep hoping for it because that definitely would never happen even if you knew it already, even if you had to get bitch slapped in the face by Tom himself.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any headcanons for Marvin and Whizzer at the hospital? (b/c tears) Love your blog and your HC's by the way!!! You're so creative and detailed and I love you and the Falsettos characters so much! <3 <3 <3 Thanks!!!!!!!

i hope you like these!! i also love to upset myself. tysm for the compliments! my hcs are mediocre but i’m glad you enjoy them!!<33

this took so long. i was trying to remain sensitive to the situation and hope that it’s accurate. i had to google the symptoms of AIDs and how to play chess so it’s all here, folks.
it’s so weird to go from silly, lighthearted hcs to crushing ones.

  • we all know that whizzer is stubborn as hell. he would straight up refuse help when he’s first hospitalized. he’s barely mobile but too proud to admit his body is deteriorating quickly.
  • the amount of help he requires just doing things like walking a few metres frustrates him to no end. he starts getting really angry, telling marvin & charlotte to shove off and leave him alone. 
  • he’s convinced that if he tries hard enough he’ll be able to make himself better or at least act like it. 
  • he gets so upset with himself and his body’s inability that he actually breaks down crying at one point– multiples times lbr. 
  • he collapses and is sat on the floor on his knees, gripping his hospital gown and wiping furiously at his tear-streaked face. marvin goes to help him up but decides to crouch beside him for a bit, rubbing whizzer’s arms and holding back his own tears.
  • marvin is constantly in a state of faux optimism that whizzer can see right through. whizzer also holds a calm, lighthearted expression when he can as he tries to worry his friends and family as little as possible. left alone they watch each other and know that it’s not alright anymore.
  • they drop their brave faces and just hold each other most nights. their tight knit family leaves the room and they lay silently together. if tears are shed, neither of them say anything.
  • on nights where the silence and sobs are too painful they reminisce over things they did together in the past (although they usually avoid mentioning racquetball or chess). they’ll lie on their backs, hands intertwined, recounting all the dumb places they messed around and tease each other.
  • these nights are spent cuddling and talking until whizzer succumbs to fatigue despite doing nothing that day. marvin has to face the inevitability of the situation alone late into the night and early hours. he’s graced with insomnia and anxiety throughout whizzer’s illness.
  • there comes a point where whizzer refuses to look in a mirror and laments his good looks. his cheeks become more sunken and his weight loss is so blatant, it’s unsettling.
  • whizzer: remember when my hair line was my only flaw
    marvin, holding him and whispering into his hair: it still is
    whizzer, lightheartedly: don’t be a sap, marv
  • whizzer is soon suffering the mental effects of his diagnosis. he’s suddenly overtaken by constant anxiety and depressive thoughts. marvin comforts him however he can, understanding how it must feel for him. 
  • along with these, whizzer’s memory is taking a serious toll. he tries to play chess with jason but completely loses his train of thought. 
  • jason: you can’t move that way
    whizzer, half asleep: huh…?
    jason: the knight. you can’t move diagonally; it’s against the rules.
  • marvin notices the distress and confusion on whizzer’s face and quickly comes to his rescue, challenging jason to a game.
  • he’s left confused a lot  he loses grasp of dates – but this could be due to his refusal to count down his days while marvin anxiously keeps track of it, trying to be with whizzer for every single one of his final hours, minutes, seconds.
  • whizzer sometimes finds him overbearing but marvin knows when to back off and allow whizzer the space despite his reluctance to leave him alone.
  • whizzer prefers to be in company most of the time during his treatment. when alone he’s left to his thoughts of death and what he’ll leave behind. no matter how many times he wills himself to believe it’s just his time. 
  • he’s frustrated, enraged that if there is a god, why he would do this to him? he knows he is not an infallible being but he at least deserves an explanation. he doesn’t deserve to be left to suffer this nameless disease that only provides him with pitiful (or disgusted) looks and half-hearted apologies.
  • along with the mental collapse, he suffers from persistent nausea as his immune system struggles to fight back any other infections he catches. he can’t even look at food without imagining it coming back up. if the illness doesn’t kill him then malnutrition is the next contender.
  • when he and marvin lay together, marvin can’t help but notice how he’s being poked by exposed ribs.
  • marvin will hold whizzer and notice how whizzer is somehow extremely hot yet shivering. marvin attempts to nurse him through his more feverish days and whizzer has to remind him that they’re in a hospital and marvin isn’t a doctor. 
  • he won’t admit it but he prefers marvin’s care no matter how useless he is at it. most doctors are cold, dismissive. charlotte isn’t able to hang around 24/7 so a familiar face is welcomed.
  • whizzer outright refuses to allow himself to be babied and makes distasteful jokes at his own expense in hopes of lightening the mood – it doesn’t really work despite his best efforts.
  • marvin does laugh to some of his morbid joking, to mendel and trina’s shock and distaste. whizzer is pleased with himself, not having seen marvin laugh in so long. it’s not as bright as he usually laughs but it’s something and whizzer finds himself laughing too. marvin holds his gaze fondly and if he’s tearing up no one mentions it.
  • they soon have to face the inevitability of the illness and how it’s going to affect marvin. there’s a wordless exchange between marvin and whizzer after they’ve both been informed of marvin’s likely future. they hold each other a little tighter that night.
  • they have a full discussion later on. whizzer won’t stop apologising and marvin won’t stop asking him not to. 
  • marvin is all too aware of his fate. this isn’t whizzer’s fault, he knows that much for sure but he’s infuriated. why was there no public information? he’d become a victim to rumours and sourceless hearsay. he and whizzer and countless others.
  • the days go by quickly, some better than others but whizzer’s clearly getting worse. each night he seems a little colder (physically and emotionally), he holds marvin hand a little less tight, his conversation is a little more sparse.
  • when whizzer’s time finally comes and he’s lost behind that hospital curtain, marvin is empty. he’s never quite understood how someone could feel empty, completely devoid of any emotion, but here he is.
  • marvin and jason have much the same reaction. frozen. stiff and frozen in place. trina just wishes that this time jason wasn’t so much like marvin. she’d always been loud, emotional. couldn’t jason cry for once? then trina could hold him and comfort him and whisper how it’s going to be alright regardless of her own uncertainty.
  • on that final day, after mendel and trina have collected the bar mitzvah things and quickly ushered jason out, marvin feels powerless. 
  • cordelia is leant against the wall covering her face and holding back her own tears. 
  • before he leaves, whizzer offers him one last genuine (yet teary) smile with his hand over marvin’s. his tight squeeze slowly loosens and marvin leaves a final kiss on his cheek as he strokes the back of his hand.
  • marvin is there when the final light leaves whizzer’s eyes. marvin is there when charlotte slowly covers whizzer’s body with a sheet. he forces himself to look away knowing that whizzer isn’t there anymore. not really. he’s there as charlotte comforts cordelia and he can’t help but feel a sudden spark of envy. 
  • he clenches his fists and puts on a brave face. he figures that’s what whizzer would want. he couldn’t be more wrong and subconsciously he knows that.
  • his facade finally collapses when he sees jason place that king chess piece on whizzer’s grave. he inwardly snorts, even in death whizzer wins.
  • jason sees his father’s tears and trina is startled when jason lets out his own pitiful sobs. 
  • the entire tight knit family is left to mourn and to wonder if everything will ever be alright again. mendel, forever a skeptic, offhandedly mentions that whizzer would be watching them where he is right now. the uncharacteristic comment is a welcome comfort as their now-family-of-6 holds each other. 
  • the belief that everything could be alright lingers.

so yeah… hmu to sob over falsettos.

Maybe We Can Be Friends - Uma x Harry x Gil x Reader


Originally posted by tommy-doherty

Requested: I was just going to ask if you could write an imagine where Uma and her crew come to Auradon and they’re greeted by this really sweet and cute girl who ends up being Queen Clarion’s daughter? So at first Uma didn’t really like her but in the end they end up being really close because the girl revealed she didn’t really like Mal either and can you throw in a little Harry? I’m sorry and thank you <3

A/N alright this is my first time doing an Imagine like this and I’m quite excited to try this! Hope you love it (: thank you for the request @meiwasesu

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Genre: ANGST
Words: 1,821
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Stalking, injuries, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.

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There was a sea of people surrounding you. Unfamiliar faces swarmed through your hazy vision and voices were muffled, barely audible at all through the constant ringing in your ears. You couldn’t distinguish anything through your heavy eyes except for the white tiled ceiling above you.

The panicked atmosphere seemed to consume you, muffled voices sounding determined yet rushed. There was a red spot in your vision, no doubt from blood that had gotten into your eye, and it was covering the view from your left side. It was hard to tell what was hurting, your brain only knowing that something everything was.

A bag valve mask was placed over your mouth, attempting to adjust the rate of your breathing. You weren’t sure if it was too rapid or too slow. You couldn’t feel your heartbeat, you couldn’t feel your breathing, you couldn’t feel your own skin. All you could feel was air rush past as each person reached for equipment.

And then a face moved past the red spot in your vision, leaning over you and mouthing something to you with so much resolve, that you couldn’t look away. His eyes pierced into yours, breaking open whatever trance your body was in. You were sent gasping for air through the mask, and your ears opened up to the sound around you.

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and i’ll ask for the sea

Pairing: Jon Snow x Daenerys Targaryen
Summary: The morning after boatsex. (Can be read as a follow-up to this drabble.) Written for Jonerys Week, Day 5: Smut.
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 6,079 (yikes sorry)


A soft knock on the cabin door roused Jon from a surprisingly restful sleep. He remembered where he was when the weight compressing his chest lightened as Daenerys lifted her head, also awakened by the sound. Even half-asleep, Jon’s battle instincts stirred, honed by too many nights of sleep sacrificed while on watch, wary of an ambush. He shifted underneath her, ready to lunge off the bed for his clothes and a sword that wasn’t there, but he stilled at the touch of her fingers on his shoulder. Stay, they said.

“Come back later,” the queen called to her visitor. Her voice was thick with sleep and honeyed by an easy contentment he’d never heard from her before.

A moment passed, then, “Of course, your grace.”

Missandei. Was that laughter he heard in the Naathi woman’s voice? Jon told himself he was being paranoid. Still, he only relaxed down into the featherbed when it became apparent that Missandei wasn’t going to enter—and that Daenerys had no intention of moving, either.

Without looking at him, she laid her head down on his chest, where it’d been resting all night, apparently. Jon remembered holding her against him, just like this, after they’d lain together. Their light, aimless conversation—for once not fraught with talk of politics and battle strategy and the dead—had waned at some point in the night, and they must have drifted off to sleep. He was warm beneath her, the two of them cocooned in silk sheets and fur.

Actually, he was sweltering. Her bare skin was sticky-hot everywhere it touched his. For Jon, someone used to the frigid nights of the North, he couldn’t recall a single morning during his time on the Night’s Watch where he hadn’t awoken with limbs nearly frozen stiff. Only on the nights he’d curled up with Ghost had he’d been close to this warm, and even then, the direwolf’s body heat didn’t compare to the warmth radiating from Daenerys now.

How hot did the Dragon Queen’s blood run, he wondered.

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WARNINGS: Mostly negative thinking, tiny bit of violence, hospitals, nothing TOO bad, I guess? Let me know if I need to add anything.  


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Patton watched as Virgil ran out of the hospital, ignoring the older man who was calling for him to come back.

“Patton, go after him,” Megan said as she gently took the bag of Logan’s items from Patton’s tight grip. “I’ll come and get you if I hear anything about Logan.”

“A-Are you sure?” Patton asked nervously.

“Positive,” Megan nodded, and pushed him gently towards the exit. “There isn’t much we can do for Logan except sit and wait. It’s the kid who needs you right now.”

“You’re right,” Patton said. “Thank you, Megs.”

“Go!”

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mutantgurls  asked:

71 Klance pls

Keith waits anxiously for the blue and yellow lions to return. Coran had assured them that this space mall visit would be seamless, but Keith still worried. Last time they had just gone for some glass plates, and ended up stealing a cow and getting chased my the mall police. But Hunk and Lance had promised to stay together and keep Coran in line this time. Hunk wouldn’t go anywhere near the food court and Lance vowed not to swim in any fountains.

Keith was still skeptical. 

“Incoming”, Shiro sees the lions pick up on the castle’s sensors. The hangar doors whir and keith is bounding towards the entrance as the doors slide open. Hunk, Lance and Coran stride into the control room with victorious smiles.

“No problems this time?” Allura swivels on her chair.

“Absolutely none. I told you guys, we got this.” Lance brushes his sleeves and strikes a cocky pose with a smirk. Keith rolls his eyes. Why was he worried about this jerk?

“Here are those circuit routers you wanted, Pidge.” Hunk walks over and plonks the small equipment in Pidge’s lap. She looks up with a thankful smile. Her glasses glint in the artificial lighting.

“Excellent. I’m really excited about rover 2.0″ She enthusiastically unwraps them.

“I’ve got those new crystals for your control panel, princess!” Coran rushes over to Allura. His long legs carry him to her at alarming speed. He pulls out a clump of green crystals and slams them on the dashboard.

“Thank you, Coran. though you’ll have to help me install them.”

“Of course, of course! Also….” Coran’s moustache twitches with his knowing grin. He rummages in his pockets until he pulls out a delicate silver chain dotted with purple gems.

“I believe you requested something sparkly.” He begins to attach the bracelet around Allura’s wrist. She beams and holds up her hand to the light.

“Oh Coran! It’s wonderful!” 

“Nothing but the best for my favourite princess!” Coran proclaims. His bravado is knocked out of him when Allura sweeps him into a bruising hug. 

“Oh, that reminds me…” 

Keith’s focus is pulled away from the sweet scene at the sound of Lance’s hushed voice. It’s just the two of them left standing by the entrance now. Keith turns to see Lance digging in his own pocket. His thin brows are scrunched in concentration and he bits his bottom lip. His hands pat down his legs, chest and sides, until he feels whatever he’s searching for in his jacket pocket. He smiles.

“Here, I got something for you.” His voice is still quiet so only keith can feel. Keith steps in close. Something? For him? He tries to think of if he asked for anything. Maybe it’s a joke gift. Like scissors to cut his mullet or something. They’d both laugh at that. That’s what friends did right?

Instead, Lance pulls out a small metal object. He presses a button and a blade flicks out. He rotates his wrist in the light, which creates pearlescent rainbows along the knife’s metal surface. keith’s eyes widen.

“It’s made with some cool alien rendering technology. Coran will talk your ear off about it if you really want to know. I just thought it was pretty.” Lance huffs out a laugh. he tosses it to keith, who deftly catches it.

Keith admires the blade, the weight in the palm of his hand. It is very pretty, and compact so he can keep it hidden on him at all times.

“This is for me?” He exhales. 

“Yeah.” Lance steps close. He points to a mark on the handle. “I think that’s like a secret toothpick or something.” He laughs. Keith gently snaps the knife closed. His stomach flutters.

“…Why?” He asks again in disbelief. “Why did you get this for me?”

Keith… has rarely gotten presents before. If he was lucky, Shiro would be around on his birthday and would try his best to give him something before he left for christmas, but those were the only moments Keith could remember celebrating those occasions. Christmases were spent with family… which he never had. And birthdays were usually shared with friends… but those were also in short supply.

Keith can list all the gifts he’s ever received on one hand. 

“No reason,” Lance lazily shrugs with his hands deep in his pockets. His smile is lazy, and he hums some melody as he saunters off to his room. 

Keith bites his lip and smiles to himself. 


He sleeps with it underneath his pillow. 

Do you ever think about Harry and Draco dancing? Because I do, a lot.  I don’t even think I can do it justice. It’s just


A comfortable living room, the couch and armchairs have all been pushed back. The window is open letting in the distant sound of laughter, a few crickets chirping, a cool breeze creeping in that smells sweet and heavy with dew. There is only a lamp on and the light is muted. A wireless is playing softly in the corner. Draco hums along and Harry smiles. He rests his forehead on Draco’s shoulder, into the curve of his neck. He closes his eyes, breathes out the weight of the day. Draco leads with an easy grace, a firm hand on Harry’s waist. He leans his cheek against Harry’s hair, not really thinking as he guides them in loose looping circles of a waltz danced a hundred times to be danced a thousand times more in this place they built together

The Tenth Floor pt14

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader

Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?

Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst

Warnings: Strong language, smut talked about/implied, some dark themes

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15


“Jesus christ, what did you do?” Taehyung’s question was not welcomed.

“Me?” Yoongi scoffed, shooting a glare in Taehyung’s direction. “What did I do?” You had left shortly after Yoongi agreeing to pay you time and a half for Saturday night–which, looking back, Taehyung should have been forced to pay. It was his idea for you to come along in the first place. But somehow, it was Yoongi that you seemed the most vengeful towards for the moment, and he suspected arguing with you over the matter wouldn’t go over well. “You’re the one who caused this whole mess.”

Your threats didn’t hold quite as much weight as you probably thought they did. The company had been sued before, and what few people realized was that as long as the company agreed to pay whatever amount the court deemed appropriate without complaint, cases were rarely made into a big deal. However, it would shake the board’s faith in Yoongi drastically, which could be hard to repair if Taehyung decided to take the opportunity to meddle. You going to the press was a slightly bigger concern for the company, because you were right about the stocks falling. Yoongi was willing to bet that you wouldn’t go that far though–at least not yet.

Yoongi’s biggest concern at the moment was what the hell had just happened, and why. He knew there was something going on with you, and that you were mad at him, but he wasn’t prepared for this.

“You told her we were step brothers.” Taehyung accused. “Please, tell me how the fuck that was supposed to help your situation with her?”

“I thought you told her.” He said flatly.

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Melodramatic, But It Turns Me On

summary: teenage!phan are at a sleepover and begin to have a bit of fun with the sex dices they’d found earlier that evening. 

warnings: smut (kinda)

words: 5.3k

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I was gonna write more of illaks but apparently a weird 1am idea took priority and now . idk what this is laugHs oops

Im so tired I cant even think straight im sorry if the majority of this makes 0 sense I need 2 have a nap

This is probably the closest yall will ever get to me attempting smut lol appreciate it while u can x x

(if u don’t know what a ‘sex dice’ is click here)

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Phil’s always felt weirdly privileged to share Dan’s bed whenever he sleeps over.

It’s not like it’s anything he’s a stranger to – quite the opposite really, but out of everyone, Phil’s the only one Dan will actually let in his bed on account of the fact he can actually have a decent night’s sleep without Phil taking all the duvet or accidentally rolling over and pushing him off the bed. That’s Kyle’s trick – explaining why he’s down there whilst his marginally less irritating best friend is up here under his duvet, sharing his mattress. It’s nice sleeping with the knowledge he won’t wake up either freezing cold or on the floor.

Phil’s used to them being the last ones awake – having been friends with a bunch of total fucking lightweights for the best part of three years, it’s become the norm for the rest of them to be down there, asleep. They’re wrapped up in empty sleeping bags and spare duvets whilst the only two who can actually handle their drink are lying side-by-side, a cut above the sea of empty bottles and shot glasses littering Dan’s floor. They’d passed out about half an hour ago, leaving the two slightly tipsy teenagers still giggling over what had been a contribution to the night’s entertainment along with the heated games of ‘never have I ever’ and one too many Malibu shots.

“Does this not feel weird to you?” Dan’s eyebrow quirks in Phil’s direction as he holds the two small wooden cubes in his hand. “I feel-… it feels- I don’t know- gross, kind-of,” he huffs out a chuckle.

“Why would-…” he squints in the darkness, “-… lick-… elbow-… feel weird to me?” he replies, a threat of sarcasm in his tone.

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