and here he's giving himself up again in order to save the home he left behind

Made of skin and bones

(not my gifs!)

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Language, A/B/O dynamics, obeying the alpha? 

Summary: Due to the premature death of the King of your clan, his son, the alpha James Barnes, must assume his destiny and lead his people. As the tradition commands, he must choose some worthy omegas to make their his wives and with which he will ensure the subsistence of your clan. All the omega women are obliged to appear before their king, including you. Luckily for you, you would never be chosen… right?


1. Wolves

Your feet barely touch the grass while you run through the wet fields breaking the silence with your heavy breath. Your lungs hurt because of the effort and the moon shines upon you enlightning your path even if you don’t need it to guide your steps, you know those woods better than the palm of your hand so you don’t have any trouble in to sorting the rocks and the fallen trees.

Your legs threathen to give up in any moment and you slow down your race, taking deep breaths when you spot a light at the end of the path. You stop completely, watching carefully where do you step, not wanting to make a sound or break a futile twig that gives you away. Reaching the rustic houses you make your way through the large orchads until a small house that you know too well. 

Knocking two times on the wooden door you start to get nervous when you don’t hear a sound inside the house. Nervous you look around searching for wondering eyes that could reveal your position. You shouldn’t be here… if someone catches you…

- Y/N?? - a red head woman, Natasha, opens the window on a burst

- SHHH! - you hush her - Let me in - jumping over the ledge you enter in her home

Behind you, Nat closes the small door on a hurry knowing very well that you are making something really dangerous coming to his clan. Your clan and hers are faced since the two leading alphas get in to a bloody fight a lot of years ago. It has been so long since that fight that no one remembers anymore why you are still vexed, the king alphas had changed many times since then but the hate remains. 

- What are you doing here? - you best friend wrap you with her arms tighly, it has been nearly a month since the last time you saw her

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Live a Little (Taehyung/Reader)

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Prompt: If You’re still taking Taehyungie requests could I get a smut for trying new things and Tae sweet talking her into anal and taking it super slow and gentle and she ends up having the best orgasm of her life?? More love makey anal. Rather than aggressive.

Genre: Fluff Smut

Words: 4.5K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Tags: Clothed grinding, body worship, oral sex, teasing, fingering, anal sex, vaginal sex, etc.


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accidental-rambler  asked:

“I’m in a bookshop and I really need to get that book but I'd rather get on my toes and jump at the shelf and do every single ridiculous thing to reach it than ask for your help, oh wait, you've read that book, let's have an aggressive in-depth discussion about it." for nessian au, pretty please :) (bc height difference and bookworm Nesta are life!)

(they really and truly are. Okay i had a go??) 

Azriel emerges from the backroom with a large box full of new books to put out onto the shelves. He and Cassian had agreed to watch Amren’s book store for a few hours while she ‘did things’, which was all the information either of them had gotten on the matter. Az doesn’t mind, he enjoys working in the shop. Cassian sets up at the front of house and talks to the customers and deals with that side of things, leaving him free to sort out the backroom which, inevitably, is always a mess. 

Glancing over at his brother as he begins to set up the display at the front of the till he notes the way he’s standing. Both elbows are braced on the desk in front of him, his chin propped on his hands, gazing across the room with unwavering focus. 

Azriel spots the girl who’s become the unfortunate object of Cassian’s attention and frowns. A few years younger than them, by the looks of it, petite, brown hair that turns golden when the light hits in the right way, a neat dress on. Pretty, he supposes, but not worth the intense focus Cassian is levelling her way.

“You’re staring,” he says pointedly, hoping this will direct Cass’ attention elsewhere. 

It doesn’t. He only gets an irritable wave of one of Cassian’s massive hands, he doesn’t even turn to look at him as he does so. “It’s a slow day,” he says, as though this explains anything, “She’s very entertaining.” 

Frowning, Az sets down his box and pads noiselessly over to the counter for a better look at the woman. She seems to have her eyes on one of the books on the top shelf but, coming in at just a little over five feet, she’s having some difficulty getting the one she wants. 

Az sighs, “Why don’t you go over there and help her?” he suggests, shaking his head. 

Cassian turns to him with a look on his face that implies he’s just said the stupidest thing he’s ever heard in his entire life. “But this is much more fun,” he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. 

“She’s going to hurt herself,” Az says, casting a wary eye over her again, fearing for the straining muscles in her shoulders as she reaches for the book again. 

He makes to slide out from behind the counter but Cassian grabs his wrist. “We’re right here,” he says, that annoying smirk firmly back in place, “She can ask us for help any time she wants. You know Amren’s policy is not to bother the customers.” 

Azriel glowers, “I’m sure she wouldn’t want us to have to send a customer to hospital because you miraculously decided to start following the rules,” he comments drily. 

Cassian irritably flaps his hands again in a shushing motion, then gestures back towards the woman, now apparently looking around for something to stand on. Cassian slaps a ten pound note down on the table, “I give her five minutes before she’s over here begging for one of us to help her get her book.” 

Azriel eyes her again with an appraising look, then rummages in his own pocket and pulls out a ten pound note of his own, far less creased than Cassian’s and lays it neatly on top, “Not a chance,” he says simply. 

As predicted, Azriel is correct. Five minutes later he scoops up the money, Cassian grumbling irritably with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, and the woman is still doing everything she can think of save simply asking for their help. When she gets to the stage of piling books out of her bag on top of one another to reach the shelf above, however, Azriel nudges Cassian in the ribs and orders him to go and help her. Now. 

Huffing, and throwing Az a vulgar gesture over his shoulder, Cassian moves towards her. 

“Need a hand, sweetheart?” Is how Cass chooses to open proceedings and Az groans, shaking his head. He resists burying his face in his hands only because he wants to fix this moment perfectly in his memory for the rest of his life. 

The woman gives him a truly withering glare that would have caused any man save Cassian to shrivel before it and then replies with forced, terse politeness that no, she does not need help from some overlarge, hulking busybody, thank you very much. 

Azriel’s eyebrows raise in approval even as he watches his brother cock his head at her, sizing her up, a new worthy opponent to distract him from the slow day they’re having. “By all means, knock yourself out, sweetheart,” he drawls, crossing his arms over his chest and stepping back to watch her struggle, smirking. 

“Don’t call me that,” she snaps at him, eyebrows narrowing. 

“Well if I knew your name, I wouldn’t have to resort to it…Sweetheart,” he replies with a casual smirk, laying a delicate emphasis on the petname. Azriel is thinking he should have started another bet before Cass left him, namely on how long he could pull this shit with her without having his head ripped off, which she looks altogether too capable of doing. 

She isn’t forthcoming with her name, she only turns away from him, as though he isn’t worth the breath it would take to spit out a scathing reply, and turns back to the bookshelf with renewed determination. 

Cassian simply watches as she climbs onto her teetering pile of books, reaches, stretches, jumps, snarls, and mutters a string of highly amusing curses that Azriel has never heard before in her attempts to reach the book. 

When, however, she actually starts climbing on the shelves in her bid to grab the damn thing however, Cassian starts forwards in alarm. Not a moment too soon, either, as a second later her foot slips and with a gasp she topples from the shelf, right into Cassian’s waiting arms. 

He sets her gently on her feet, looking a little shellshocked and she manages to grit out a stiff, “Thank you,” not looking at him. Before she can attempt any more dramatics in the pursuit of fine literature, Cass reaches up and tugs a copy of the book down, pressing it into her arms. 

Amazingly, she opens her mouth to snap at him but he cuts her off firmly, “You have good taste, sweetheart,” picking up her pile of books he carries them towards the counter, “Why don’t you go home and read it rather than ending up in hospital trying, okay?” 

She glowers at him but salvages her pride, lifts her chin, and marches towards Azriel. Cassian trails her like a lost puppy, watching her now with hungry eyes. He elbows Az out of the way to ring her up himself, studying the book she’d picked, “Let me know what you think of it when you’re done,” he says, “It’s a good read.” 

“I’ve already read it,” she says coolly, digging in her bag for her purse, having replaced the pile of books she’d attempted to use earlier as a footstool. Then she looks up at Cassian, eyes slightly narrowed, “You’ve read it too?” 

He grins almost wickedly, leaning casually against the counter, “Of course I have,” he smirks. When she further narrows her eyes, as though she doesn’t believe him, he launches into a debate about one of his favourite characters who was brutally killed off far too early, in his opinion. 

She fires up at once in response to this, seeing red and ranting at him about how necessary that death was, how it had to happen, how the story would have been flat and meaningless without it. After fifteen minutes of hot bickering back and forth, neither of them stopping long enough to breathe in between bouts, she catches sight of the clock behind the counter and jumps, blushing faintly. 

“I have to go,” she mumbles, pulling the book off of the counter and stuffing it into her bag. 

Daringly, in Az’s opinion, Cassian reaches across the table and takes her hand, staring straight into this beautiful blue-gray eyes, “I’m free at five,” he offers quietly, “There’s a nice little coffee shop just down the street we could continue this in.” Azriel isn’t sure if she catches it, but he can hear the hopeful note in his brother’s voice. 

She stares at him for a long moment, weighing, considering, then, “My name is Nesta,” is all she says, before turning and heading towards the door. 

The smile that spreads across Cassian’s face in answer might have implied that he’d just won the lottery, rather than potentially secured a date with a woman who seems just as likely to devour him as to get on with him. Az just claps him on the shoulder in a universal gesture that implies he’s going to need a lot of luck to get through this, then shuffles back down into the storeroom, leaving Cassian standing at the till and grinning from ear to ear. 

{PART 6} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut 

Summary; Jungkook finds out the extent of Yoongi’s damage, and gives a serious warning to the Montgomery’s in turn. Meanwhile, both you and Jungkook can’t seem to get each other out of your minds.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7}

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MCU Civil War Fic Recs | Stony Edition

FINALLY i’ve decided to post my first fic rec list. Caught up with my feels after watching CA:CW. THE PAIN, THE ANGST, THE HEARTBREAK </3 Anyway I’ve been reading lots of MCU Post-Civil War fics and I thought it’s time for me to contribute to our lovely fandom. Here are some of my favorites to share with y’all. Don’t be shy, feel free to share any fic recs with me (●♡∀♡) I’d love to read more!


last updated 26/3/2017.

new fics added on top :) will be updated from time to time if there are new recs.


Steve doesn’t think about having sex with Tony Stark. He certainly doesn’t plan for it. It happens anyway.

They fight Thanos—and they’re losing. And before Tony knows what’s happening, he’s standing with Doctor Strange in front of the Eye of Agamotto and gets send back in time. Can he find a way to fix things this time around, or are they doomed to fall apart all over again?

“So was I,” his soulmate would tell him one day, and what it would mean was that they loved him. 

Post-Civil War. A mission at a power plant goes south and the ensuing explosion triggers the denaturation of the serum. In which Steve insists that he’s feeling fine, Natasha gets Tony involved and pieces start being put back together. 

Tony bypasses into the mailbox every time. It drives Steve absolutely nuts. 

Tony can’t even recognize himself nowadays.

Tony misses Steve very badly after the Accords. Some days he deals with it better than other days.(a fic featuring the booty call flip phone, minor kidnappings, and time jumps between chapters because the election has been happening and my brain has been too mush to make a proper plot)

Steve and Tony love each other—that would undoubtedly always be true. However, there might just be things that don’t care for love, that don’t care what it means for the two to take different sides. Things that none of them could’ve foreseen. Things that might just rip everything apart.When the United Nations attempt to put restrictions on the Avengers, Tony has to admit that the pawns had been in place for a long time, he just hadn’t dared to admit it to himself. And now, it is simply a matter of who will move first—and more importantly: in which direction.

Tony struggles with the day-to-day of leading a UN-sanctioned team of superheroes, Steve goes on a listening tour across America, and Natasha would like to remind everyone that (unlike Sam Wilson) she is not a licensed therapist.(55/200) page fancomic

When we do things, we always have a good reason. It’s other people we see as defective.

Learning to look a little harder than that will be a long journey, but it might just be worth the struggle to change.

After the civil war, everyone is left living in the new reality they’ve created — and now they have to figure out if they are willing (and able) to try again at being a real team.

If you think of life and death on a continuum, finding the point where it tips is complicated. It cuts across all political lines and gets to the root of our humanity. It requires faith informed by years of intimacy that you’re doing what’s right for your loved one.

But Tony is just a man. And there’s only so much he can do.

(Or that time when Tony does what is necessary to survive just so that he can continue to fix things and makes extremely rash decisions; because even if Steve may have left him behind, doesn’t mean Tony would do the same. Kind of.)

Everything seems to be in working order; except one day, after hoping and hoping for a chance to set things right, to prove what he had meant in his letter, that he’d be there for Tony when Tony needs him, Steve is given the opportunity to. It just isn’t what he had expected it to be. Not by a long damn shot. Sequel to Rebirth.

Strangely, or not so strangely, Steve is the one to call first.“Tony,” is all he says, low and throaty and oh so raspy.Tony says nothing. Not because he has nothing to say, but because he has too much. And maybe, for once, Steve should be the one talking.

After the Civli War, the Avengers were back together.

How is everything going, Tony? Pepper had asked in her email.
It’s fine (Tony had written back). I’m fighting with Steve all the time. Everything is going to hell. I’m okay (you know I’m always okay).

(Or: How Tony and Steve learned to be a bit gentler with each other)

It’s a mistake destroying Steve’s gesture of goodwill, Tony thinks, even as he takes an unholy amount of glee smashing that stupid phone to bits down in his lab and DUM-E waits eagerly with a fire extinguisher for the last of the letter to burn down. But it’s a mistake Tony is happy to make.

How to say ‘wish you were here’ without actually saying so, as done by Captain Steve Rogers.

One moment they’re fighting, yelling scathing insults and ugly accusations at each other, and the next they’re kissing, all teeth and anger-fuelled desperation. Steve backs him up until Tony’s shoulders hit the closest wall, and hoists him up, giving Tony no choice but to wrap his legs around Steve’s waist for support. Tony bites Steve’s bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood, and Steve growls, and grips both of Tony’s wrists in one big hand, his hold bruisingly tight.

‘Dear baby,’ he thought hysterically while dodging an arrow, ‘One day your daddy and I fought and almost blew up an airport. I hope you’re better at communication than we are.’

Tony blinked up at the face staring down at him. This was impossible. This was definitely 100% not possible, he had not just started giving a good morning handy to -

“Steve?”

After the events of Civil War, Tony and Steve wake up in bed next to each other in an alternate universe. It goes about as well as you’d expect it to.

Before Afghanistan, before New York, and long before Siberia, Tony was given the gift of Peggy Carter as his godmother.It was maybe one of the best gifts he ever received, one that kept on giving even forty years later. Because even when the Avengers are scattered, the team and his trust torn apart, there’s still one thing Tony has that no one, not Steve, not Ross, not Stane, had ever managed to take from him.A family.In the aftermath of the Civil War, Tony will need them more than ever if he’s to pick up the broken pieces of himself again. And save the world. Of course.

It was the first time they’d seen each other since Siberia. It was probably one of the worst possible ways to have an unscheduled reunion. It was also about to get worse. A lot worse. 

 Steve writes letters to Tony that he never sends. By the time he hands them to their rightful owner, Tony has had a brush with death, has retired as a superhero, and now has a small town workshop of his very own. But it’s okay, Steve has gone into retirement too.

An alternate universe where Steve wins the Civil War.

It doesn’t go well for Tony.

A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. Moreover, it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never return.

Steve and Tony before, during, and after.

“But as a guy who’s never been good at anything but killing- lemme tell you this. Wars can come to us, and we can fight to end them.”

“But nothing’s ever worth starting one. Nothing at all.”

As the dust of Civil War starts to settle- Steve begins to see a couple of things.

“Humans are machines. Fascinating ones, but fatally flawed- because we feel too much. We try our hardest to be objective; but whenever two sides are too close, we ‘follow our heart’, which means fall prey to whatever our emotions think best and fuck all that logic might have had to say about it.”

Sequel to ‘And In The Silence That Follows’. Three months after the 'truce’, AIM is on the move again, and Norman Osborn seems increasingly determined to seize power in the void that the Avengers left behind. Logic dictates that Tony should cooperate with the runaway superheroes, led by one Steve Rogers to get ahead of the situation. Too bad his trust issues don’t agree with him. Too bad humans aren’t actually machines who can turn emotions off at the flick of a butto-Oh. Hello Extremis.

Steve splays his fingers on Tony’s chest, over his heart, and Tony whimpers. “You should take better care of that, Tony,” Steve says, digging his fingers in briefly.

Tony closes his eyes. “Don’t.”

Steve laughs, and it’s cold. He trails his fingers lower. “I could hurt you,” he says, almost conversationally. “I’m a criminal now, remember.”

“He hid some things from me,” Tony says, then shrugs. “It’s fine. I hid some things from him, too. Don’t you know this story?”

616 Steve meets MCU Tony.

“You were supposed to say thank you,” Tony said after a moment, covering his eyes with his forearm. It wasn’t as if Steve could see him. “It’s only polite, you know. Happy birthday, Steve—Thank you, Tony.”

It was raining when Tony exited his car. In front of him was a church.

He wasn’t sure why it always rained nowadays, but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it. Tony knew this weather kind of suited his mood, and his current mental state.

Attending funeral after funeral after you’ve been beaten up by the father of the embryo in your womb in Siberia before he left you in the cold, was beyond hard and painful. Tony had cried himself to sleep more than once. However, he couldn’t let anybody know, except Vision who had figured it out by himself.

“I sense a lifeform in you,” the android had mentioned to him once. “Is it… Steve’s?”

Tony remembered breaking down in front of him, after that Vision never mentioned the relationship between Steve and the lifeform in Tony’s womb again. He felt guilty, yet grateful. It had been barely a week after the incident in Siberia. Tony wasn’t ready for something that would remind him of that event, and he doubted he would ever be.

Steve never lets go of the phone. Sam thinks that it’s time for him to use it.

The written letter and cellphone never made it to Tony.

Tony never made it home.

Everything about them happened in seconds. Their first meeting was quick, with Tony landing next to the Captain, each man giving a curt nod and name in greeting. Their argument on the hellicarrier took mere seconds to escalate. Until Steve was goading Tony into putting on the suit and going a few rounds and Tony not so subtly reminding Steve that he wasn’t afraid to hit an old man.
It was only seconds of staring at Tony on that New York City Street, his arc reactor dark, no rise and fall of his chest, for Steve to know that inside the tin can, was a good man.
Then Ultron happened, and it took seconds for their world to change, seconds for Steve to throw his shield at Tony and for the billionaire to send a repulsor blast back. They went from laughing and relaxing to standing on an edge thousands of feet above solid ground.
And now…now everything’s changed. And all it took was a combination of seconds; of decisions made, actions performed and words spoken that they couldn’t get back.
Just a few ticks of the clock for their world to shatter.

It took two months and fourteen days.Well, two months and sixteen days if you wanted to be nitpicky and count the two days it had taken Tony to actually accept that yes, the phone was still lying on his desk, and no, it wouldn’t magically disappear just because he wished it so.The phone, and beneath it, that goddamn letter. If you need me, I’ll be there.

After the hell that was Ultron and the Sokovia Accords, Tony doesn’t blame the team for wanting nothing to do with him. To make up for past mistakes, Tony disappears into his lab and focuses on using his money and brains to provide the Avengers with more fancy tech than they’ll ever need. By doing this, he also doesn’t have to worry about Steve’s grim frown, Bucky’s hateful gaze, or everyone else’s cold annoyance.For six long months, this formula worked, but then fate decided to be a Loki-like dick and Tony wasn’t sure how it happened, but in the span of one week, he’d somehow acquired a kid.

He’s sitting there on the carpeted floor with blood dripping down the back of his head, holding the battered red notebook with trembling hands. He looks up from the page and tries to blink away the scribbled words that won’t seem to disappear from his eyesight. He can’t breathe, can’t get his throat to work properly because it feels like he’s being strangled by the sheer truth of what he realizes now.

They knew. Oh god, they knew.

When Tony discovers a devastating secret, it will threaten to tear apart everything they hold dear.

Steve is going to realise in the worst possible way what happens when you let pride, rage and fear cloud your judgment. What happens when you don’t listen.

“And you think you could take me, do you, Stark?”“I’d give it a good fucking try. I’d like to shove you into the nearest wall and wrap my hands around your damn neck.”“Oh yeah? And then what?”Post-CACW, a series of phone calls between Tony and Steve. 

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Monster (Carl x Reader)

“Imagine being Negan’s daughter. Simon lets you go scavenging around in the area outside the Sanctuary, but you end up lost. Everything will change when you run into the son of your fathers enemy.”

A/N: Just something random I did up to take a break in between requests.

Warnings: Swearing and Spoilers from season 7.


You weren’t sure what exactly you were planning. The sun had already started to set and you knew that your dad wasn’t going to be happy when he found out that you had left the Sanctuary. Simon had told you ‘just a few hours’ and that was the original plan but you got lost pretty quick. You hoped that your dad wouldn’t be too hard on Simon, he had trouble saying no to you and you enjoyed his company when your dad was out terrorizing the other settlements or with one of his many ’wives’. You continued to move through the thick brush as you tried to find something that looked familiar.

You heard the branch snap from behind you and you reacted quicker then you thought you could. You had tackled the assailant behind you, about to drive your knife into his skull before you noticed the color of his skin. The boy took your shock to his advantage and threw you off of him. You moved to get back to your feet but you heard the safety click off of his gun.

“Don’t move, put your hands up…”

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Unknown King - part IV

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

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

Word count: 2.1k

Part I Part II Part III 

Masterlist

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.

“Y/N.”

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.

“Psst!”

Bucky turned.

“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.

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"Rogue One" May the Fourth Rewatch

Because I still have feelings about this movie.

Those goddamn tragic Ersos. I can’t deal with them.

I ship myself with Cassian and his leather jacket of moral ambiguity™.

Still not into the whole Bor Gullet thing, sorry.

God, Lyra hated Krennic so much, but really, Lyra, join the club (maybe you were president).

Uuugh, Cassian’s face when he saves Jyn by shooting the Partisan rebel who’s about to blow her up with a detonator. CAPTAIN NO CHILL. I am constantly emotionally compromised by that man.

I’m so sad for Bodhi and Baze as they watch Jedha destroyed. This was their home. Both Riz Ahmed and Jiang Wen do such an amazing job showing that unnamed grief on their faces.

Kaytoo has the slickness of Han Solo a la “uh… everything’s perfectly all right now. We’re fine. We’re all fine here now, thank you. How are you?

“Baze Malbus was once most devoted guardian of them all.” I need more about this!

I have feelings about how Jyn refers to Galen. When she’s trying to keep her distance, she calls him “Father.” But when she loves him, when she’s before his eyes, he’s “Papa.” He dies on the platform on Eadu and he’s Papa again.

Orson Krennic is not a great villain. He fills no omens heart with dread. Af best….extreme aggravation. That said, Ben Medelsohn plays him perfectly, because you know who Orson Krennic is? He’s that coworker/boss that lives and breathes his job, who has no life outside of work, who makes his coworkers’ lives a misery. He’s a company man who perhaps believes more in himself and in his self-importance and his right to rise in the ranks more than he actually believes in the cause or the company (in this case, the Empire) itself. No wonder Tarkin and Vader both hate him so much.

Wet Cassian on Eadu… O_o

I feel that everyone on Rogue One makes up a little part of Jyn. She’s part Cassian’s drive and passion, Bodhi’s inherent kindness, Chirrut’s outsized confidence and swagger, Baze’s grumpiness, and Kaytoo’s saltiness.

Krennic’s whole demeanor on Eadu when Galen Erso dies–when he kills all the engineers except for Galen, when he stares back at Galen’s body on the platform–that’s some Obi-Wan/Anakin levels of “I loved you! You were my brother!” angst. Except less brotherly, if you know what I mean.

Yo, did anyone else notice how Cassian is totally using his bedroom voice when he tells Jyn, “Welcome home”? It’s all low and husky. Nevermind the fact that his face is 6 inches away from hers and he’s leaning into her and she’s looking up at him with the most open and relaxed face we’ve seen the whole movie even though essentially they have all just signed up for a suicide mission.

I’m pretty sure Tarkin decided to blow up Scarif the moment he realized Krennic was there. (See above for the reason why.)

Would Rogue One have at least partially survived if the Rebel Fleet had not arrived and drawn so much attention? Would they have closed the gate? Would the Death Star not have fired on it if Tarkin believed it to just be an isolated incident instead of a full-on rebel attack?

I’m so proud of Bodhi taking charge on the landing pad on Scarif when he calls into the tower and misdirects the Imperials there about the attack–and then directs the other rebels to also call in! Is toughness and bravery keeps showing up in such amazing little ways.

When Jyn gives Kaytoo a blaster and he says, “Your behavior, Jyn Erso, is continually unexpected,” consider this: Kaytoo is a droid who deals constantly in probabilities. For him to tell her that she surprises him is for him to say, “You somehow defy my probabilities and calculations and do the unexpected.” Basically him giving her a friendship bracelet in exchange for a blaster.

Baze Malbus’s face when the the rebel fleet arrives during the AT-AT attack–such relief and joy–it’s not a face he makes often, one rarely seen.

I’m convinced now that Jyn is not, nor was she meant to be a charismatic leader. She can’t convince the rebel leaders to go to Scarif. She doesn’t directly lead anyone into battle. Baze, Chirrut, and Bodhi agree to fight because they have all lost something too back on Jedha, and they want to help. It’s not because she gives a speech or tries to convince them. In fact, she doesn’t directly convince anyone–except Cassian. But that’s what ends up being so key. “I’m not the one you have to convince.” But oh ho, Cassian, you are.

She convinces him by just being her, by having this fire inside that draws him for whatever reason. It lights the fire back inside of him, and it pushes him to defy orders, to gather the troops to go on the mission to Scarif. He’s the one who gives the important speeches, whose silver tongue rallies the troops, but he also takes his cues from Jyn–they work together as a team and as equals. It’s so fucking beautiful, guys.

I do wish Jyn’s last line to Cassian wasn’t “Someone’s out there” but what was in the novelization: “I’m glad you came.”

I don’t want to talk about the elevator scene (lies, that’s all I want to talk about, STILL TO THIS DAY), but yeah, you can see that they’re living this whole life together in those looks at one another.

Every time Cassian smiles at Jyn or calls her name I grow stronger and more powerful, so I can basically deadlift 300lbs now.

Kay really loved Cassian and Cassian really loved Kay and the heartbreak on Diego Luna’s face, lord. Really, all his faces. Give him an award for his face.

How my heart breaks when Chirrut decides to walk to the master switch and Baze cries out, “Chirrut, come back!” It’s because he knows what’s going to happen to Chirrut, and he can do nothing to stop it because it is as the Force wills it.

Do you remember how on Kafrene, how Cassian kills Tivik and just climbs the fuck outta there ilke he’s Spider-man? Yeah, I could believe he’d be able to climb back up the data tower to save Jyn after being shot and falling like, 6-12 stories. Especially if he’s running high on adrenaline and FEELINGS.

“Look to the Force and you will always find me.” *WAILS*

I’ve seen in a lot of fanon over the last few months this idea that Jyn is a runner–when things get too tough, she bolts, that she doesn’t have roots, etc. But Jyn Erso is not a runner. She’s the one who gets left behind–by her mother, her father, and Saw. She runs when she’s chased, but when she cares about you? She’s there until the end. She’s there at the end with Cassian. She could run. She’s hurt, but she could have maybe had a sporting chance to find a shuttle off Scarif, but she takes this half-dead man, this person who is the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen in her life, and she doesn’t leave him because he has never left her.

okay I’m STILL not done the book yet because #life™ but some follow up reactions

  • The entire scene where Calypso and Apollo were trying to escape on the slow kiddy train at the Zoo had me in stitches holy shit
  • Apollo frantically hitting the gas and Calypso is just leisurely walking next to it while glaring at him??? And the guards? omfg I was dying
  • Meg’s entrance was dramatic and awesome good for her
  • Why the fuck is this 12 year old so good at sword fighting she can keep up with one of the deadliest swordfighters of the ancient world™
  • When Lit threatened Leo and Calypso essentially morphed into the knife emoji on spot. A plus.
  • I mean I’m just saying: I feel like a pregnant griffin isn’t more important than helping a tortured seven year old girl. But I still love Britomartis so I guess it’s whatever
  • I love how Lit was going on like he has a score to settle with Leo because ‘he and his friends’ fucked him up in Oklahoma but like….Leo didn’t contribute to that at all like Jason literally did everything during that fight??? That was kinda like important to Jason’s development and shit??? Leo and Piper were golden statues and Hedge was outside eating grass??? Shouldn’t Lit’s anger be focused on Jason??? lol
  • Idk I just found it funny (I want to see Jason Grace again)
  • Calypso managing to shove out some magic yeah girl!!!!
  • MEG AND APOLLO HUGGING EACH OTHER FOR DEAR LIFE WHILE SOBBING: MY ENTIRE AESTHETIC
  • Leo meeting Meg was way too fucking funny omfg “so I understand you can like…control him?” and when Apollo tried denying it she makes him slap himself??? 😂
  • How did we fucking segue from lighthearted banter directly into Apollo having a vivid flashback of the time he had to murder the love of his life with his bare hands
  • Like I??? Was sobbing??? So hard???? Because a batshit insane Roman empire was getting killed by someone who loved him bc it was necessary for the world and the lover couldn’t stand to see anyone else hurt him??? Fuck me???? Rick Riordan ain’t real
  • “I couldn’t bare to look into the water without seeing my beloved’s betrayed face starring back” or whatever the fuck the line was but FUCK
  • Jo was a teenage girl crossdressing to fuck around with gangsters in the 1920′s before Artemis found her and honestly??? Goals
  • Also the scene where she was helping Apollo after his flashback was very sweet
  • Can’t believe the nerd spent like six hours playing soothing music just to get a griffin to lay an egg
  • Leo and Calypso better be whispering amongst themselves what I think they’re whispering
  • Leo seems a lot more…subdued than usual in this book? I don’t know if that’s just because we aren’t reading from his POV, or if it’s like a “I literally died and came back and then spent six months getting attacked every single day while trying to find home and now I’m stuck on another dangerous quest I’m fucking stressed” type thing, or if it could be from the relationship problems he’s having with Calypso, but either way he seems a little off and I’m worried about him
  • The Dread Pirate Valdez…leave.
  • How was that joke never made once on the Argo tho??? lol
  • The speed at which Leo seems to have emotionally adopted Meg is astounding and also #relatable
  • Meg’s far from my favorite character tbh but like??? I will probably punch everyone who’s ever frowned in her general direction in the face. Holy shit give this kid a break
  • She thinks Nero is scared of the mystery third emperor on the West Coast??? So….Caligula, probably? Laying my bets down on him now
  • I triggered the First Law of Percy Jackson” I had to put the book down bc I was laughing so hard I think that lines gonna end up on my gravestone or as the afterword in my autobiography omfg
  • “I’ve always had a phobia of snakes, especially if you included my step-mother Hera. BOOM!” I choked.
  • I like that half the time Apollo is able to figure out what to do to win because he has a general understanding of science
  • Like he knew his burst of godly voice power would only help so much, but he also knew if he stood in the right spot and yelled in the right frequency it would reverberate and knock over the bricks and shit??? NICE
  • How long were these kids wadding through a sewer how do none of them have hypothermia
  • Leo: *sets himself on fire* “Gather round, children.”
  • Like first off someone saying ‘gather round children’ is always going to make me laugh for some reason that’s just a fact but human torching it up really added to the effect lmao
  • Like okay I understand the set up of the room so that no one would look in the canal and see them but like…how the fuck did no one realize they were there that just felt too easy I’m sorry
  • Chia Girl
  • When they found the prisoners was horrifying omfg???
  • The two fucked up boys on a hunger strike???
  • “…Hunter the Hunter?” “Yeah, I’ve never heard that before.”
  • Tall, Dark and Jamie.
  • Apollo babe you’re on a rescue mission with a time crunch please you can check out Jamie later holy shit
  • Georgie made me wanna cry get her back to her Combat Moms immediately
  • The entire sequence of Apollo getting the door open: S C I E N C E  B I T C H
  • “Lemme just fill up some syringes with ammonia just in case”
  • Alright I’ll admit when Meg started insisting she had a feeling they needed to go through the door: I was really worried she was about to double cross him.
  • Glad I was wrong but tbh that whole arena dress rehearsal bullshit was STRESSFULL
  • S T R E S S F U L L
  • First of all: Apollo’s out here constantly complaining about his puny mortal body but manages to fight and climb and run with a heavy ass chair strapped to his back: okay,
  • Second of all: why did no one warn me about Livia the elephant I was on the verge of tears every time he mentioned her
  • Third of all: Monsters, ostriches, race cars, basketballs, football, human mercenaries, animals, like…what even the fuck else SO MUCH WAS GOING ON I would’ve died in ten seconds flat???
  • Fourth of all: let’s just SET THE FUCKING GRAIN SPIRIT ON FIRE WHY THE FUCK NOT. HOW DID MEG EVEN MANAGE TO GET HIM DOWN. HOW DID APOLLO AND LIVIA MANAGE TO CRASH COMMODUS’ CAR TO THAT DEGREE AND HE NOT ONLY SURVIVED BUT THREW THE WRECKAGE AWAY FROM HIM
  • Fifth of all: THE FUCKING HUNTERS SHOW UP AND CAUSE EVEN M O R E CHAOS. Truly I don’t know how any of the main heroes survived that there was just too much.
  • The entire time I was reading it I was like “This feels like a giant fight at the climax of the book how the fuck are there more pages left what else is going to happen???” AND IM STILL WONDERING THAT LIKE
  • Thalia Grace has been returned to me.
  • Apollo’s strong urge to save Lit??? Okay I guess. It’s nice to see him being compassionate and shit but. I was kinda with Leo on that one lol
  • “Thalia Grace slid behind me on the elephant, which fulfilled one of the fantasies I’d had about the Hunter, although I never quite imagined it playing out like this” M E
  • What was his elephant-involved fantasy with Thalia I need a complete play by play lmao
  • Also the scene where Commodus dropped his composure for a sec and had a full-blown Angry Ex moment (which…he’s definitely entitled to). That was good and also I was highkey worried he might just try to kill my nerd then and there
  • Also that he’s not just mad that Apollo killed him but like. All their fucking history together. Shit’s intense.
  • Apollo loves this elephant so much after only like 15 minutes the first thing he’s gonna do when he’s immortal again is bless her or some shit
  • Also I’m glad they got that awful chainmail off her
  • The Hunters apparently just have a magical energy drink with mercury in it okay
  • Honestly??? I’m a little mad Artemis has been ordered not to contact him THE BOY JUST WANTS TO SEE HIS SISTER HOLY SHIT
  • Aaaaaand that’s about where I left off. Hoping to finish it all together the next time I get a chance. Hoping all the losers are alright. LOVING this book so far. Waiting to see an official reunion between Georgie and her Combat Moms. The Headless Ghost’s cryptic warning has me worried. Until next time…
Austin Nights - Part 4

Pairing: Single!Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 3000

Summary: The reader lives in Austin and unknowingly runs into Jensen at a bonfire and sparks fly. Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Warnings: Language, Implied Smut? (not sure if that’s a warning or not)

Obviously I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time.

This is purely for a hobby and my enjoyment. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I am by no means a writer so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors.

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When morning finally came, you had found yourself in the clean crisp white sheets of Jensen’s hotel room. Although last night was a blur of which time was lost, you clearly remembered every moment. The anticipation, the rush, the car ride to the hotel when hands couldn’t be kept off each other, hardly being able to make it to the elevator where your lips met passionately again, and eventually having so much of him that you passed into sleep in a state of ecstatic exhaustion.

You reached over for Jensen but didn’t find him there. You sat up pulling up the sheets to cover your bare chest as you looked around the room. Last night had you focused on other things than the details of the room. Seeing it now, it was essentially the same size of your apartment if not bigger. The bedroom led to an entryway and to the other side a marbled bathroom. A half wall separated the bedroom from what appeared at first glance to be a living room with huge gaping windows flooding with natural light. From the building outside the window, you presumed you were downtown and high up.

You slide towards the edge of the bed wanting to explore more and to find Jensen. As you stood, the pleasant ache in your thighs was undeniable. If you weren’t planning to soak up every moment you had with Jensen, you could have spent all day in bed recovering. You wrapped the sheets around you leaving only your back exposed. The sun’s warmth increased as you made your way closer. The living room consisted of a white couch and two matching love seats surrounding a TV bigger than yours. You curiously made your way to the window and gulped from the height.

A voice cleared their throat and when you looked you jumped in fear seeing that it was not Jay. The man appeared to be in a hotel uniform. You tightened the sheets around your body. He was in another extension of the room which appeared to be a kitchen and dining room.

“I’m sorry to intrude ma’am, your evening dress has been dry cleaned and pressed and is waiting for you in the bathroom.” He stated.

You were shocked by his intrusiveness and formality. “Uh, where’s Jensen?”

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Saved // Conor Maynard

Requested by anon - The squad go clubbing and some guy’s being too pushy but none of the boys notice. Conor, who really hates Y/N, notices what’s happening and dumps the girls he’s with to save you. (Include lots of kisses)

“Y/N,” all the boys cheered as you arrived at the table they were all sat at in the club, well all except one of them cheered. When you first met Conor you hadn’t exactly made the best first opinion, what you thought was a joke about his new music he had taken very seriously and from that moment he had hated you. Eventually you learned to reciprocate the feeling because it was easier than trying to create a bond.

Half hour later you’d left the boys to go join the rest of the club on the dance floor, soon enough a fairly good looking male had joined you and you happily danced with him until he got a bit too handsy.

Looking around you searched for one of the boys to help you but they were all too busy with a girl or chatting to each other, except Jack who gave you a thumbs up assuming you were happy with the male’s attention.

The man’s hands travelled down to your bum which he squeezed and your eyes darted back to the boys giving a more pleading look but none of them were looking now. Panic set it and then you locked eyes with Conor.

Although you thought it was useless you mouthed “help” to him and hoped he’d get the message from the look of pure fear in your eyes and the words you were mouthing to him.

The man had now pulled you in closer to him, still squeezing you bum in a way that made you skin crawl, and he started planting sloppy kisses on your skin. A tear slipped down your cheek just as you saw a look of realisation appear in Conor’s eyes, you saw Conor brushing off the girl that was practically throwing herself at him and shove himself through the crowd towards you.

Although you were slightly relieved Conor was coming for you, you were now trembling with fear as the man started to pull your dress higher up your thighs. You shut your eyes trying to think of something better when you suddenly felt the man’s touch disappear and heard yelling next to you.

Your eyes shot open to see Conor punching the man in the jaw and then quickly turning towards you to see what must’ve been a sobbing mess. He opened his arms which you instantly collapsed into.

“Lets get you out of here, I’ll call an Uber and take you home,” he spoke loudly in your ear so that you could hear him, you didn’t answer just nodded against his chest in response.

He pulled away from you and wiped a few tears from your cheeks before grabbing your hand to lead you out of the club. Once outside he sat on the path and pulled down with him wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you back into his chest and comfortingly stroking your back.

Conor had ordered an Uber which would be here in 10 minutes and you were currently sat in silence, the only sound was the soothing sound of Conor’s heart beating against your ear.

“Thank you,” you said quietly a few minutes later.

“It’s okay, I couldn’t leave you like that Y/N. We may not usually get along but I wouldn’t do that to you,” he spoke softly and you suddenly saw him in a way that you’d never seen him before, he was sweet and caring and you just wanted to spend time with him.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch to you,” you told him which earned a chuckle and a kiss on the head which made your heart melt.

“And I’m sorry for being a dick.”

“Start again?” You asked voice filled with hope.

“Hey, I’m Conor. Nice to meet you,” was his response and you saw his hand held in front of you ready for a handshake.

You lifted your head from his chest to look into his eyes which you just noticed sparkled like the ocean on a summers day, “I’m Y/N, nice to meet you too,” you responded with a giggle and shook his hand.

“You okay now?” He asked while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and wiping away a few tears that were still on you face.

“Yeah, you can, um, leave me now if that’s what you want” you mumbled upset at the thought of him going.

“That wasn’t why I was asking babe, I said I was taking you home so that’s what I’ll do,” the way babe so casually rolled off his tongue made your heart flutter.

“Are you sure?”

“Positive,” he replied pulling you back into his chest and kissing your head once again.

You’d just got back to your flat and was standing at the door saying goodbye to Conor, he turned away from you and started to walk away when you spoke up.

“Conor?” You called out shyly and he turned instantly to face you “Can you stay please? I don’t want to be left alone.”

He smiled sweetly at you and started walking back to where you were stood. “Of course I can,” he told you and looked directly into your eyes.

You gazed at each other for a few moments before you both leaned in at the same time and your lips connected in what was the shortest but most amazing kiss you’d experienced in a long time.

“Conor?” You whispered eyes still closed and foreheads pressed together. His arms were wrapped around your waist and you couldn’t have felt safer if you tried.

“Shhh” he replied and pressed his lips against yours again, this time the kiss was longer and firmer but it felt just as amazing as the last time. “Come on, let’s go inside,” he said softly when he’d pulled away and kissed your forehead sweetly.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him in through the door shutting it behind him, you the led him through to the living room and pushed him down onto the sofa then climbed onto his lap, curling yourself into him.

You felt his fingers underneath your chin pulling your face up and your eyes met his once again. Before he had chance to move you’d pressed your lips against his and he immediately reciprocated the kiss.

20 minutes later and you were still on the sofa cuddling Conor, his arms were wrapped around you tightly and your face was comfortably resting in the crook of his neck which you would sleepily kiss every few minutes.

“Y/N” he whispered.

“Mhmm,” you hummed in response and you kissed his neck again, he responded by pulling you even tighter to him and kissing the top of your head.

“Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” Your only response was a yawn, “I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled.

You felt him shuffling around underneath you and then he lifted you up in his arms and started to walk towards your bedroom. He placed you in your bed and took your shoes off then pulled the covers over you.

He kissed your forehead and then lips before he turned to leave the room when you grabbed his hand, “I thought you weren’t going to leave me, please stay Conor,” you said on the verge of tears again.

“I’m only going to be on the sofa, I won’t be far promise,” he told you soothingly.

“I don’t want you to go,”

“What do you want me to do babe?”

“Sleep in here with me? Please?” You asked pleadingly and tugged on his arm to bring him closer.

“Alright, I’ll stay,” he gave in and walked around to the other side of the bed where he climbed in to join you in the warmth.

Once he was settled under the covers you shuffled towards him and returned your head to his chest, his arm wrapped around you and you fell asleep to the rhythmic beating of his heart.

The next morning you woke up sprawled across another body, clearly confused you opened your eyes to try and identify who it was.

You looked up and your eyes met Conor’s, everything from the previous night came flooding back: the handsy man; Conor saving you and taking care of you; insisting that he stayed with you and the kisses, those amazing kisses.

“So, sleeping beauty awakens,” his croaky voice clearly showed he hadn’t been awake for long himself.

Wanting to test if you were delusional last night or whether the kisses were actually that good you lent up and pressed your lips against his. He responded and you felt a definite spark.

“Do you feel it too?” You breathed against his lips not wanting to create too much distance.

“Mhmm,” he hummed in agreement and connected your lips again, this time with more passion.

“If a kiss can be that amazing, I’d love to know what the sex is like” you panted after you’d pulled away.

“Maybe if you play your cards right you’ll find out,” he told you then smashed your lips together again.

Part 2

Castiel’s endgame in the Carver era

I saw a wonderful gif set by @supernaturalapocalypse and I couldn’t help the need to write something about it.

In meta I’ve written before, I’ve been saying that Cas’ endgame has been questioned at least since 9x06. However, the gif set I’m talking about shows clearly that Castiel’s endgame has been foreshadowed since season 8. It’s incredibly obvious that all the Carver era has done is put Cas in a position where it’s crystal clear for the audience what Cas’ choice will be in the end, no matter what. 

It is totally true that Castiel has been choosing Dean since season 4. The first time he did it was in 4x18 (The Monster at the End of This Book). He finally rebelled against Heaven in 4x22 and spent all season 5 defying Heaven because of Dean. The problem is that when the Apocalypse was finally over, the obvious choice for Cas was to go back to Heaven. Nobody could question that endgame for him, so that’s exactly what he did.

In season 6, Cas did everything to stop Raphael from restarting the Apocalypse. He ended up being “god” and went back to Heaven to teach Raphael’s followers a lesson. When he tried to return the souls to Purgatory, the only thing we knew about him was that he wanted to redeem himself, but the Leviathan took control over him and we lost Cas for most of season 7. When he came back and remembered who he was, all he could do was take Sam’s pain to fix at least a little of what he had done. He became what we call “crazy!Cas”, whose motto was “I don’t fight anymore”, except for when he learned that Dean was going to risk his life to clean up Cas’ mess. He ended up in Purgatory with Dean, and from season 8 we learned that Cas wanted to stay in Purgatory to do penance. He felt guilty for everything he had done, and he didn’t think he deserved to be saved.

Castiel, angel of the Lord, went from being a character who belonged in Heaven and turned into a character who didn’t know where exactly he belonged anymore. If you’re a writer, how can you take this character and make him want to stay on Earth? In season 5, Cas’ obvious endgame was going back to Heaven. Is that what Carver wants for Castiel? The answer is NOT AT ALL.

When Carver became the showrunner in season 8, Castiel was unwillingly rescued from Purgatory and became Naomi’s puppet. He was mind-controlled most of the season, but when he had to follow orders and kill Dean, he was given a choice: “You have to choose, Castiel. Us or them?” That was the first time TPTB asked an important question for Cas’ endgame. Cas chose “THEM” (and by “them”, I mean Dean), but when Dean asked Cas “what broke the connection” between Cas and Naomi, Castiel said he didn’t know because, honestly, he had no freaking clue.

Cas fled because once he was himself, he didn’t know where he belonged. Dean was pissed because Cas didn’t stay, because Cas didn’t trust him and ran away with the angel tablet, but what Dean didn’t understand was that it was complicated for Cas. Metatron took advantage of Castiel’s confusion and manipulated him as well. In the season 8 finale, Cas was given another choice. He was going to “close the gates of Heaven” (or at least that’s what he thought), and Dean asked him if he was sure because if he did that, he was going to close the door behind himself and wouldn’t be able to return to Earth. What was Castiel’s answer? He seemed determined. He thought that was the right thing to do, so Dean said it was time for E.T. to go home since they still thought that Castiel’s home was Heaven. In other words, Castiel’s endgame was still to go back to Heaven, at least in Cas’ mind, but not in Jeremy Carver’s mind.

In season 9, Cas became human.  In the season 8 finale, he was even told by Metatron to get a wife and have babies, so Cas was given a different option for an endgame. And guess what? The first thing we saw in season 9 was Cas telling his sister that there might be something even better than Heaven’s order and purpose, down here, on Earth. Castiel looked happy in 9x03 when he was in the Bunker even though he was human. He became miserable when he was left alone in a human life he didn’t understand. He was obviously affected by the fact that the people he considered his friends turned their backs on him. Dean kicked him out when Cas needed him the most. That’s why he was pissed at Dean in 9x06. However, in that episode, Cas was directly questioned for the first time in a more obvious way: “But as what, Castiel. As an angel or a man?” In season 8, Naomi told Cas to choose between “us” = heaven or “them” = humanity. In season 9, Cas was clearly given the options he had: ANGEL OR MAN? Did he answer the question? No, he didn’t because we’ll see the answer to that when Supernatural ends, but that doesn’t mean the Show cannot foreshadow the answer we’ll get.

The first foreshadowing was in 9x22 when Josiah told Cas, “You play at being noble. You play at being one of us. But I look into your eyes… And I don’t see an angel staring back at me.” Cas’ options are to be a man or to be an angel. What is Cas if his own brothers cannot see an angel in him? What is he if they tell him he plays at being one of them? So Castiel’s endgame has suddenly changed. He doesn’t belong in Heaven anymore, but WHY?

The same episode (9x22) gave us the answer in Metatron’s voice: “His true weakness is revealed. He’s in love… with humanity.” That was the episode where Hannah told Cas that the angels gave him their trust. Her words were simple: “Don’t lose it over one man.” ONE MAN. Not Humanity. She was talking about Dean. She wanted Castiel to punish Dean, to kill Dean. But Cas couldn’t. Castiel’s endgame has totally changed because he’s in love. Dean himself told Cas, in the same episode: “You just gave up an entire army for one guy.” The writers didn’t give a clear “he’s in love with Dean” because it was not the right time for the audience yet (there were more seasons to come and we’re talking about the endgame here), but the subtext was there and it was painfully obvious for everybody who has already taken their heteronormative goggles off.

Besides, in 9x23 we got some more confirmation thanks to Metatron’s words:“And the Angel tablet – arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe – is in pieces, and for what again? Oh, that’s right – to save Dean Winchester. That was your goal, right? I mean, you draped yourself in the flag of heaven, but ultimately, it was all about saving one human, right?” Perhaps Metatron didn’t literally say that Cas was in love with Dean, but he said that Cas’ only goal was to save Dean no matter how much he pretended to be Team Heaven. Metatron knew that Cas’ choices were not because of humanity or because of Dean and Sam. IT WAS ALL ABOUT SAVING ONE HUMAN. So, please let those words sink in for a moment.

In the first episode of season 10, we got a Cas who understood that even though being human was painful and could lead to chaos, “not all bad comes from it.” He mentioned art, love, hope, dreams. All of those “human things” as Hannah herself told him. However, when it was Hannah showing him those kind of human things in 10x03, Cas said that emotions and feelings were dangerous temptations. At that point, the mission was everything to Cas and he saw these “dangerous temptations” like distractions that could easily occur. He wanted Hannah to understand that, but how would he know that feelings are dangerous temptations? Maybe because he has experienced those feelings? We just don’t know!

In 10x03, Cas stated two things as his “mission”: getting to Dean (turning him human again) and hunting the rogues. However, in 10x18, Metatron questioned Cas’ mission literally, just in case the audience had not been paying attention. Metatron’s words to Cas: “How many more rogue angels are there out there? And, what are you gonna do once you’re done with all that? Go back to Heaven? Please.” We, as the audience know that early in the season Cas mentioned the rogues as half of his mission. The other half was Dean, but Metatron didn’t know it. The question was valid, though. What is Cas gonna do once he’s done? Go back to Heaven? PLEAAAAASE!! It’s obvious Cas’ engame is not Heaven anymore. “So tell me, Castiel, truly, what is your mission now?”

Cas gave us his mission in 10x22 when he told Dean: “Maybe you could fight the Mark for years, maybe centuries, like Cain did, but you cannot fight it forever. And when you finally turn – and you will turn – Sam… And everyone you know, everyone you love – they could be long dead. Everyone except me.” Staying by Dean’s side is Cas’ mission. So let me ask again, what is Castiel’s endgame?

Has season 11 changed the song that’s been playing during all the Carver era? Not in the slightest! As early as episode 2 we got an angel asking Cas what he is. When Cas dared call himself an “angel of the Lord”, this is the answer he got: “That so? ‘Cause, near as I can tell, when you have to choose between heaven and the Winchesters… You choose them. Every time. So, see, you’re not my brother.” Cas is like “a dog that thinks it’s people” (a reference that has been used twice around Cas so far). He’s not a human, but he tries to be like one. The problem is that Heaven is definitely not where Cas belongs anymore. That’s clear as water. Therefore, the “as an angel or a man” question should have an obvious answer. At least for us, the audience. If people still have doubts, I really don’t know what show they’ve been watching. Cas, on the other hand, still needs to find his answer because he still calls himself an angel and he still thinks he’s “a lot like people”, but that’s not good enough. It’s his ENDGAME, though. So it’s obvious he still needs more time to figure it out. Besides, how can he be certain he belongs on Earth when he’s still not sure his human family will want him?

In 11x06, Metatron made Cas realize that he was sick of being everyone’s tool, manipulated and used by even his friends. Cas’ flashbacks in the same episode showed that Cas is aware of everything he’s done for and because of Dean. He lost Hannah, probably the last angel who didn’t hate Castiel. He has lost all his family in Heaven because of Dean (since the flashbacks didn’t show Sam or Metatron or Crowley or Rowena or anybody else). Now the million dollar question for Cas is: Has it all been worth it? Can you believe the thing separating Dean and Cas this season is the uncertainty they feel toward each other? No more Gadreel, no more fading grace or Mark of Cain. Huh!  

Anywho, I’m sure one of Carver’s objectives since he took the reins of the show was to change Castiel’s endgame. To me, the journey has been pretty evident. Cas will choose to live as a man and will stay with Dean. What sort of relationship will they have? That’s the other million dollar question! But we can remember something regarding Castiel: he’s in love! Also, it wouldn’t hurt to remember that Dean has been set for a romantic interest since season 9 (as confirmed by Sam in 11x04). So… make of that what you will. ;)

Fic:  An heni a vez e grass ar merc'hed, 1/?

Taking a leap here.  WWII AU, PG-13, wartime trauma and injuries, mentions of Nazis.  French puns.  Names changed to reflect the time and place.  The Syndicate are Nazi-adjacent but working for a different new world order.
Title is from a Breton proverb, but I just used the part that means “he who has the grace of women”.  Hoping getting some of this out of my document lightens the load a bit.

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Glamour and Danger

BTS Jin and Reader Mafia AU

hello guys! So this is based off of a dream i had recently and i couldn’t get it out of my head. i was thinking about making it into a series if you guys liked it. so let me know if you want to read more.

(As always the gif isn’t mine.)

Originally posted by jinesthetic

“Kim Seokjin, the international businessman, is going home today with an extra 2.5 million dollars in his pocket. Of course, to him 2.5 million is just pocket change to a man like him…” The news anchor on the television droned on and on as you stood in line at the small coffee shop. The line slowly moved forward as everyone around you seemed to be in the same zombie like state as they waited for their caffeine fix.

As you reached the counter, you couldn’t be anymore happier. You ordered you favorite drink and paid as you step aside to wait for it to be made.

“But could we discuss the legality of the deal made? I don’t see how a deal this big is legal.” You looked up the television screen hanging on the wall. There was two news anchors on the screen with a picture of a very handsome man in suit place in the middle. “The government should step in. Mr. Kim Seokjin walked away with an 2.5 million dollars for a deal that - experts are saying - should have only gotten him 500,000 thousands at most.”

“Well, Seokjin is obviously really smart. He played the seller very well. That’s not a crime,” the other anchored argued.

“White mocha latte for Y/N!”

You are snapped back into reality as you walked up to the bar to grab your drink. You gave your thanks to the barista. You glanced down at your phone to check the time,  noticing that your were five minutes behind schedule. You groaned inwardly as you rushed out of the door.


You worked as a secretary at a business office, meaning that you mostly took phone calls and filed paper. Your work was tedious and boring. It didn’t help that your bosses were grumpy old men. But the pay was good enough to afford a nice apartment, so you stuck with the boring 9 to 5.

“Hey there beautiful!”

You looked up to see a dimple smile causing you to smile right back. “Hi Namjoon,” You answered as you hurriedly placed the files in the cabinet. “Did you need my help with anything?” you asked as you walked up to him.

“I just came by to say hello to the prettiest girl in the office,” his hands into the pockets of his suit.

You cheeks warmed a bit, but you knew he meant nothing by his comment. “Well, I’m sure you have some work to do,” you responded as you bit the inside of your cheek. “We wouldn’t want you to get fired for flirting” you joked.

Namjoon chuckled as he patted your head. “Yeah, I should head into the office. Have you heard the rumors?” You shook your head. “The CEO has gotten an offer.”

“He’s selling the company?” you asked with a gasp. “Oh no. What does that mean about our jobs?: you pouted worriedly.

“Don’t worry Y/N. You are the most capable worker here. Without you, the whole company would fall apart.” Namjoon smirked at you. “They would never get rid of you. My job, however, might be in question.”

“Don’t say that!” you scolded. “Ah, I can’t survive the office without you by my side.”

Namjoon sighed. “Let’s hope for the best then. Hey, some of us are getting drinks after work. You should come along.” He glanced at his watch. “Oh, I’m almost late for the meeting. We’re meeting at that new dance club in downtown at 7. Be there, okay?” He gave you a wave before talking off towards his office.


You stumbled out of the cab at around 7:30. You handed the driver some cash before continuing to the door of the club. Namjoon had promised that your name would be on the list so that you didn’t have to wait in line, you only hoped that was true. The line was headed down the block.

As you reached the bouncer, he immediately held his hands out to stop you.

“Where do you think you are going, kitten?” He crossed his arms as he glared down at you. You shrunk against his gaze and managed to choke out that your name was on the list. “And what would your name be, kitten?”

“V. Stop intimidating the girl.” A voice came from behind you. You turned around to see an angelically handsome man behind you. He had a piercing glare in his eyes that made you want the ground to swallow you up, but you notice the glare wasn’t on you.

“Sorry boss,” V had immediately straighten out his posture and his arms were on the side.

The man looked down at you and his glare immediately soften. You breath caught in your voice as he grabs you hand and pulls it to his mouth for a kiss. His face looked vaguely familiar. “Sorry about that, Princess.” He said with a coy smirk. “Some people have to learn better manners.” He placed his hand on the lower side of you back as he led you inside the club.

V hands twitched to stop you, but immediately froze as he was subjected to the mysterious man’s glare once again.

The man guided you straight to the bar. “What would you like to drink, Princess?” he asked. The bartender immediately came to serve you.

“Um…” You hesitated slightly. The whole ordeal feeling a bit odd to you. “I’ll just have a coke.” You decided it was probably best to remain sober around the mysterious man.

He raised his eyebrow at you but made no comment as he ordered his own drink. The bartender brought the drink over to you and you nervously sipped at it. “Thank you um…”

“Oh, excuse me. Where are my manners?” He chuckled. “I’m Jin.”

“Thank you, Jin.” You reiterated. “I should probably find my friends though.” You looked around to make the point as you slid off the stool. “It was nice meeting you, Jin.”

“Sure thing, Princess. Save a dance for me later though,” he smirked at you once again.

“If you can find me in this crowd,” you joked with a chuckle.

His eyes darkened slightly as he stared down at you. “No worries, I’ll find you.”

You shook off the strange feeling of that encounter as you began searching for Namjoon. You finally spot him at the VIP section as he waves you over. You smile as you are greeted with hugs, noticing that they all started drinking already.

“I hope you didn’t have trouble getting in,” Namjoon commented as he pushed a shot towards you. He had a smirk on his face, challenging you.

“Not really, some dude name Jin got me in.”

Your answer caused him to stiffen. Your eyebrows raised at his reaction. He took the shot out of you hands and downed it himself.

“Whoa, what’s up with you?” you asked.

“Nothing’s up,” Namjoon lied through gritted teeth. “Just stay away from that Jin guy. He’s bad news.”

“Okay,” you agreed easily, which confused Namjoon. You shrugged. “He just sent out these vibes, you know. He looked kind of familiar though.” You sighed. “Anyways, how did you get us VIP anyways?” you asked, changing the topic.

“I have connections.” Namjoon answered vaguely. He chuckled it off as a joke. “Drink up. It’s all free.”


You lost sight of Namjoon about an hour ago. You walked around the club, trying to find him before you left home. As you searched, you ended up in a dark hallway. Namjoon’s voice could be heard from the back end, so you continued to walk forward.

“All I’m saying, Jin, is to leave her alone. She’s better than all of this.” Namjoon said. You paused in you step to listen in. Why was Namjoon speaking with Jin.

“Are you sure that it’s not because you don’t want competition?” Jin’s voice sneered back. He chuckled darkly. “I’ve seen how you been looking at her all evening.”

“She’s like a little sister to me. I just want to keep her safe.”

“I could give he the best protection in the world. Namjoon, you know my lifestyle.” Jin argued.

“You’ll also put a target on the back of her head,” Namjoon growled. “Seriously, any other girl but her.”

“Namjoon. You seem to forget who you are talking to,” Jin sighed. “You aren’t in any position to give me orders. In fact, I own you. So if I choose to pursue her, I will. You won’t say anything more about it.”

You hear Namjoon groan in pain, causing you to call out to him. “Namjoon?” You continued to walk down the hall, finding Namjoon leaning on the wall as he clutched his stomach. You gasped as you rushed forward to comfort him. “Oh my gosh. Are you okay?”

Namjoon groaned again as he waved off your worries. “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

You narrowed your eyes as you looked over at Jin. He had V and another man standing beside him. “Did you do this?” you questioned Jin as you glared at him.

“Princess,” Jin began with a playful smile. “I never laid a hand on him,” he denied.

“I don’t believe you,” you spit out.

“But it’s the truth Princess,” he continued. “In fact, why don’t we have that dance you owe me?” he asked as he reached his arm out to grab your hand.

You yanked your body away from him. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“It’s just one dance, Princess.” He smiled at you innocently. “If you dance with me, no more harm will come to your friend here.”

“So you did hurt him?”

“No, Princess. But I can guarantee that whatever happen to him won’t happen again.” He held his hand out to you.

You hesitated as you stared at his hand. Slowly, you placed you hand in his. Jin smile widened as he led you back down the hall. “This way, Princess.”

“Who are you exactly?” you asked once you reached the dance floor. His hands were on your waist as you hands were wrapped around his neck.

“Someone who gets exactly what he wants,” he answered vaguely. His tone was solemn as he stared down at you. “And right now, I want you.”

“And what if I don’t want you?” You questioned back. You pulled your body away from as the song came to an end.

“Princess,” he sighed. He ran a hand through his head with slight frustration. “Then I’ll have a hell of a time trying to convince you otherwise.”

You practically ran out of the club after that.


“International wealthy businessmen Kim Seokjin is under investigation for his latest 2.5 million dollar deal. An insider source claims to have evidence that Kim Seokjin frequently uses extortion in his deals. If this is true, that means their is a possibility that none of the money he has made over the years is legal.”

You looked up at the television screen as you waited for the barista to make your drink. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widen. The screen had the same anchor from yesterday, but the picture besides her was Jin - the same Jin from the club the night before.

“This isn’t the first time an investigation has been started for Kim Seokjin. There has been numerous allegations over the years that Kim Seokjin has connections to the BTS mafia. None of the allegations has ever been proven, it is mostly speculation.”

“Y/N’s white mocha latte is at the bar!”

Your eyes snapped over to the barista standing by the bar. You walked over to grab you drink, surprised to see a small paper bag with a blueberry muffin inside. You eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Um, excuse me?” You called the barista over. “I didn’t order this.”

“A guy came and ordered it for you,” she explained. Before you could question her again, she was off to help another customer.

You picked up the paper bag, noticing the note scribbled on the side.

Princess,
Have a nice day. Don’t miss me too much.
J

|| Dangerous ||

{summary: “it’s like i’m fighting against fate when i’m with you.”}

yoooo who wants another dick grayson/nightwing x reader?

I’m just going to hope for the best and post this 。゚(TヮT)゚。 I’ll return to writing something new a peter parker x reader or work on that remus lemon later on in the week

warnings: none.

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**

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You should seriously reconsider working overtime since being alone in the streets of Bludhaven at 2 am was not an ideal situation for you.

The skirt of your suit ruffles within the cold wind, whipping your hair around your face as you shivered, stopping your movements as you tried to warm up a bit. Normally, you would have no trouble at all walking home to your apartment, since you usually got home around the hour when the city was still buzzing with activity.

Since it was close to the hours of dawn, the vast majority of people were asleep, and those who were usually awake at this hour were the shady characters your mother had warned you about. So far, your trek home was uneventful with only the sight of the half moon in the sky keeping you company, and you hoped that it would remain that way until you were in the safety of your apartment.

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kirigakure hotaru x mc (misaki kasagi)

a/n: a little annonie told me i should try my hand at writing a hotaru fic with the line “don’t die,” and let me just say that you are all so lucky that i hate writing angst because this could have gone very downhill. however, i have spared us all heartache because hotaru is still new and fics about him somewhat scarce. tl;dr – you’re safe, for now. @jemchew and @demon-princess-anastasia

“Don’t die,” he begs. It is the only instance in which he has knowingly used his gift on her, willing her to keep breathing, commanding her heart to keep beating. Her breaths sound wrong, short and raspy, and ninja are known for not feeling fear but damn him if he doesn’t feel it now.

He cradles her closer to his chest, keeping to the smoothest, swifts path he can manage, and she keeps her fingers curled loosely in his scarf — but they are cold, so much colder than usual, so unlike her.

There are almost never civilians in Iga, and those who come are not likely to leave alive; he is determined this will not be the case with her.

Yuki was here when he left in the morning, and he can tell that she is here now, if only because the ninja of Iga have spread the word to her. She appears before him, a hand propped on her hip, and sighs like their brother. He wonders if that jaded sort of attitude can run in the family.

“Help her.” He wishes his voice worked on Yuki — it is the only time in his life he has wished to manipulate his flesh and blood.

She smiles, as tender-hearted as he has ever seen her.

“You sure do love this girl, don’t you,” she remarks, casting a cursory glance over the girl in his arms. Her expression turns gravely serious, a look that sends an icy dagger of fear straight through his heart.

“Follow me.”

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Your Savior - 29

So this chapter is quite long, mostly because I couldn’t stop writing, but also a little to make up for that terrible cliffhanger! Thanks again to all for reading, I can’t wait to hear what you think of it!

Originally posted by dailytwd


Chapter 29

Warnings:

Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)


Negan’s POV

You watched in horror as the boy pulled the trigger of the gun, his arm jerking upwards from the recoil. A spray of blood exploded from Y/N’s head, and she twisted to the side and crumpled to the ground.

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Cinnamon Roll (Tim Drake x Reader)

I DO NOT OWN THE GIF | WC: 2.017

PROMPT?:(..) where the reader is a really clumsy and hyperactive cinnamon roll, and once she bumps with Tim Drake, and he finds her gorgeous so he will disguise himself as Robin and will follow her around, saving her a couple of times, and they fall in love and fluff, and and and such? (..)

A/N: I love this so much. I took a little liberty but stayed close to the request :-) Also this would’ve been up a fuckin week ago but Tumblr is an asshole and hasn’t let me post it. 

WARNINGS: cursing (??), clumsiness, fem!reader, dark alleys

Tim Drake spent most of his free time frequenting the Starbucks near the school campus. He went day after day and soon enough, it became quite routine. Normal, even. It became life for Tim Drake to order his regular and step back out and walk the quiet ten minutes back to his next class. Really, the only excitement Tim ever got anymore was going on patrol, and even that got boring. Oh no, Mr. Freeze. Oh no, Riddler. It was all so monotonous. It seemed like his body just walked through each day and nothing ever changed. The apathy nagged at the back of his head. Tim shook his head and laughed at himself. He was usually the happy go lucky one, excited for life, but Jesus. His current life was so tiring. “My regular please.” Tim nodded and lifted his fingers as a signal and his normal barista smiled and nodded, giving him a discount he usually implored to take off. Except today, he didn’t. He simply gave her a small smile and for a moment, her eyes quirked but went back to making his drink. He grabbed the collar of his pea coat and flipped them up for surrounded warmth. The quickly oncoming winter got Tim good and he was not getting sick. Not when Christmas patrol was starting up in a month or two, Todd would never let him live it down. Christmas patrol was his favorite. He huffed and looked down at the table before hearing the doorbell ring and typical chatter between customer and barista employed.

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4,8,9, and 10

Omg okay, I am so ready for this! Thank you for sending me these mate, you’re amazing :p

4. How do you want Mon-El to be killed off?

 I’ve already answered this one on another ask, which you can find here.

8. How much longer do you think Supergirl will stay as “The Adventures of Mon-El”? 

 Honestly, now that I’ve seen the new episode (s02e18) and his mum will be staying around, I think he’ll die at her hand (probably sacrificing himself for Kara) until the end of the season, or at least, go back to Daxam with his mother (which is way less likely). 

 That Romeo and Juliet reference didn’t seem to be made at random, especially since they mentioned it twice: once before Mon-el and Kara went to confront his mother, and once after they were back home after fighting with her. So I think that they were pretty much foreshadowing his death, and, at the same time, romanticizing their relationship, in order to make us feel like he’s a martyr when he finally dies. And obviously to get that whole “forbidden love that almost happened Romeo and Juliet vibe”. (Nice try, but I’m still setting fireworks when he dies tbh).

 I mean, it does make sense, nothing happens at random on Tv Shows, the writers are always going for these types of symbolism and I’m guessing that on his “death bed” there will probably be another reference to Romeo and Juliet once again. 

 There was literally no reason for them to bring it back again on the couch and yet they did.

9. Why do you hate Mon-El?

Oh my god, okay this could be subject to a whole new rant, like I could legit write a 100 pages essay on this, so in short:

1. HE USED TO OWN SLAVES. 

 Now, (@ everyone who reads this) don’t even start with the whole “oh, but he’s sorry!” bullshit, he was a fucking grown man by the time he left Daxam, and it’s pretty obvious he didn’t once give a shit about any on his slaves and how being idk a FUCKING SLAVE ruined their lives. Like, no compassion at all. 

 Another stupid excuse I see tossed around so much, is the whole “he was socialized like that!” Yeah well, so was M’gann and yet she felt in her heart that slaughtering the green martians was wrong and she tried to do something about it, even though she was at a big risk of dying by the hands of her own people.

 Mon el simply never gave a fuck as long as he got all of his needs satisfied, and don’t try to tell me that he was “at risk” either, because no one would dare to touch the bloody prince of Daxam and y’all know that. 

2. He’s extremely manipulative

 Not only has Mon-el constantly tried to manipulate Kara, throughout the show, which is disgusting enough on its own given she’s supposed to be his girlfriend, he has also tried to manipulate his “friends” along the way, knowing fully well that they could be the ones suffering if things went badly.

 Examples: His “I love you’s” to Kara and when he said that she “made him better” in order to try to guilt trip her into staying with him, even though he lied to her (my next point) and she had every reason to dump his ass.

 When he manipulated Winn into leaving the DEO and going to have some “fun” outside when he knew fully well that Winn had been given orders from his superiors and could have lost his job.

3. He keeps lying to Kara

 Ever since day one, Mon-el concealed from Kara his true identity as the prince of Daxam, and deliberately lied about the way he escaped Daxam trying to paint himself as the hero, when he acted as a complete coward and excuse for a person. All of these lies told with the same goal, of course, to sleep with Kara.

4. The way he escaped Daxam

 I’ve ranted about this before and it can be read here.

 But, in sum, the real way in which he escaped Daxam, not raising one hand at his people, not trying to help ANYONE of HIS people was disgusting. He was the prince of Daxam and yet when the time truly came, he could only bring himself to hide behind his bodyguard and run to save his own skin, when his people were literally begging for his help. 

Once again showing a giant lack of compassion.

And finally…

5. He is an extremely selfish person

 Mon-el isn’t a hero. Being a hero isn’t about having super strength, or being super fast. Being a hero is about wanting to do what’s right, it’s about having honour, it’s about being ready to give yourself for the people you want to protect. And it is about doing all of that without expecting anything in return. That’s the important part. 

 The only reason for Mon-el to be trying this whole “hero” thing out is because he gets to be near Kara, he fucking admitted it, he said, as I quoted on the other ask as well: “I love being a hero because it means I get to spend every single day by your side”. I’m sorry, but that’s just not what being a hero is about.

 You aren’t a true hero if the only reason you’re helping out is because you want to get laid, things just don’t work like that, it has to come from your heart.

 Mon-el only does anything for anyone else if he gets something out of it, that’s just the truth.

10. Why do you hate K*ramel? 

 Another question that I could write a 100 pages essay on omg.

 So let’s dive right into it.

  Their relationship is toxic, unhealthy and built in lies. A healthy relationship must always be built in trust, mutual respect, and love. Karamel just doesn’t meet those requirements; Mon-el keeps trying to manipulate Kara, ex.: the “i love you’s” he said to Kara and the “you make me better” line which were said in order to guilt trip Kara into staying with him when she had every reason in the world to dump his ass for lying to her (as I mentioned above); Mon-el is always ready to start insulting Kara if they disagree, ex.: calling her an attention seeker, when she called him out for using his powers for his own personal benefits, (when he started beating up other aliens for money), etc; Mon-el doesn’t listen to Kara, doesn’t take her opinions seriously, and, most importantly, doesn’t respect her, ex.: When Kara asked for a bit of privacy because they had literally just started their relationship, he says to her face he will grant her that, and literally 1 sec later he proceeds to announce it on her workplace for everyone to hear, which is not only not cute but also disrespectful as fuck.

 I could go on and on but this answer is already pretty long as it.

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