and my name was go away

Every situation in our lives can either lead us closer to God, or further away from Him. It is our choice. He is a God that cannot be moved. He is always going to be in the same place where He knows we can find Him. We are the ones moving. So, if today you are asking yourself, “Where is God?! He feels so far.” Know that He is never too far from you, you need only to seek Him out. Call on His name. He’s waiting for you to come back. He loves you.

tfw u wanna talk to someone abt ur Feelings but u dont wanna bother them + u know they wont be able to relate or help u much since its so personal anyway

Not Him~ Prologue

MASTER LIST

Pairings: Bucky x Stark!Reader

Summary: Tony’s 18 year old daughter is sent to find Bucky by Steve. What happens when Bucky is accused of bombing the UN and Tony finds out that his daughter is dating the Winter Soldier?

Warnings: Age gap, eventual smut, Canon divergence (duh it’s fanfic), Eventual pregnancy, Protective!Bucky, Protective!Tony, canon like violence, swearing

A/N: My goal is to update every Sunday by 18:00 Central Time. Not for sure on how long this will be probably somewhere around ten chapters. There will be scenes from Civil War but they will be altered to fit the story. It isn’t going to end or be exactly like the movie this is fanfic. Happy Reading!!!!! Love you all!

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“Steve I don’t know yet. I’ve just arrived how should I know if he’s actually here. Look I would maybe be able to find him if you quit calling me every five minutes and gave me a chance to look for him.” Steve, your dad Tony’s friend and teammate, had asked you to try and find his best friend Bucky, your first solo mission. You had been helping the Avengers since you were thirteen, not seeing the field until just two years ago when you turned sixteen however. You had turned eighteen a few months ago around the time Steve asked you to help him on his secret search to find his lost friend.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I just want him back. I have to find a way to help him.” Steve replied, his voice filled with sorrow.

“I know Steve and as soon as I know ANYTHING I promise I will call you. I gotta go follow this lead I got I’ll call you either tonight or tomorrow with more info.” You promised before the two of you said a quick goodbye and you started towards the address in London where Bucky was last seen.

When you found the place it was a crappy looking apartment building. You walk up and knock on the old wooden door, the white paint peeling from the front, much like the rest of the building.

“What?!” An almost bald man with a thin comb over and a beer gut asks you.

“Sorry to bother you sir, but I’m looking for a friend of mine the last I heard he was staying here. Have you seen him?” You ask the man showing him a picture of Bucky. You flash your cutest smile at the man.

“Maybe I have maybe I haven’t.” He shrugs.

“Does this help your memory?” You asks slipping him £20.

“Yeah he lives up in 3C. You can head on up if you want pretty lady.” He says flashing you a creepy smirk.

“Is he here?”

“Nah he leaves every morning pretty early. He never comes back until at least 7 in the evening.”

“Could you not tell him I’m here? I want to surprise him after all.” You flashing him a flirty smile, God why did you agree to this again? Oh right you’re a good person who wants to help her friend.

“I don’t know. I’m a pretty bad secret keeper.” You mentally roll your eyes. Good thing your dad is a billionaire, if your gonna have to do this for every lead you get.

“Would this help?” You ask handing him another £20.

“Yeah I think it will sweetheart thanks.” He says motioning you towards the stairs.

“Thank you for your help.” You say before walking up to his apartment.

Unsurprisingly the lock on the door is broken, so you walk in searching for something solid that could prove Bucky was really here. You don’t want to get Steve’s hopes ups only for there to be nothing. The place was pretty barren and was a studio apartment, the bed was neatly made, army style, the sink had a few dirty bowls and utensils in it, there were a couple pots and pans but other than that nothing.

“Who the hell are you?” A low voice growls from behind you. You slowly turn to face the super soldier.

“Bucky, I’m a friend of Steve’s. I won’t hurt you I promise. Steve wants to help you Bucky. My name is Y/n Stark.” You rush out trying to keep him from fleeing.

“Stark?” He asks his voice cracking at the end. His eyes turn cloudy like he’s remembering something awful.

“Yeah, I’m Tony Stark’s daughter. I know I’m young but Steve trusted me to find you and bring you back to him so we can help you. Please Bucky let’s just talk. You can have my weapons if that helps.” You know you shouldn’t be giving up your weapons I mean even if Bucky wasn’t an ex-assassin and super soldier the guy was huge if it came down to a fight you weren’t sure you could beat him.

“Steve sent you? Tony Stark’s daughter?” Bucky questions crossing towards the balcony, carefully, keeping his eyes trained on you.

“Yeah, look I obviously perfectly capable I mean I found you right? So I must be somewhat competent.” You defend.

“I didn’t know Tony had a daughter.” Bucky mutters to himself running his hands through his hair. He has a strange look on his face, if you knew him better you may have said guilt but you weren’t sure.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I don’t do the bad stuff anymore. I never wanted to but HYDRA they,” he takes a deep breathe as both his hands curl into fists. “HYDRA brainwashed me, they tortured me for years until, I couldn’t fight it anymore, I was weak. They created that thing inside me.” He spat.

“Bucky, Steve and I both know it isn’t your fault. You didn’t want or deserve any of this. You were a young man who just wanted to serve his country. No one could have foreseen this.” You murmur placing a hand on his, hoping the action will relax him. You’re surprised when your action actually does manage to relax him a little.

“Look kid I should tell you now. I remember all of them. The people he-I killed.” Bucky explains his voice barely above a whisper.

“Bucky, that was HYDRA. Steve told me everything. It wasn’t you Bucky, it never was.”

“I killed them. I killed Howard and his wife Maria.” You gasp, no wonder he was so freaked when you mentioned you dad. You hadn’t met your grandparents, they hadn’t met you, you weren’t born until almost seven years later.

“Buck that wasn’t you. That was HYDRA. Hell I wasn’t even born yet. I won’t tell my dad he would freak. Steve already told me that he was pretty sure that’s what happened. I made my peace with it and if I want revenge on anyone it’s HYDRA not you. But we need to keep this between us no matter what, ok? My dad, he, well he wouldn’t understand that you were being brainwashed he would take it out on you.” You explain. As much as you love your dad you don’t want to bring that all forward for him. As far as he knows it was a car crash that killed his parents. He made peace with it and telling him wouldn’t change anything.

“You mean you don’t hate me?” He asks confused.

“Of course not. Bucky we just met, I want to get to know you. I don’t judge people based on their histories. You have a shitty past and yeah it’ll stay with you but how you handle it is a million times more important than what happened. Now can we go back to the States?” You huff out.

“What?” He asks pulling his hand out of your hold and stepping away from you.

“Bucky, Steve asked me to find you. We can help, at the Avengers compound we have so many resources, my dad and Uncle Bruce can help find a way to get rid of the Winter Soldier.” You plead raising your hands and taking a hesitant step towards him.

“Don’t say his name,” Bucky growls.

“Okay I won’t but Bucky I’m supposed to help you. Steve’s worried. If you really don’t want to go back to the States then fine. But please let me help, let me stay with you,” You beg. You were not going to fail your first official solo mission. Steve wanted you to help and protect Bucky and somehow you would.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m dangerous.”

“You won’t hurt me. I can protect myself Bucky. Watch.” You threw an empty vase towards the sink, it shattered. Bucky looks back at you startled.

“When I was a kid I hung out with my dad a lot in the lab. I was exposed to a chemical that changed me. I can fly and I have telekinesis. I started helping the Avengers a couple years ago when I was sixteen. I’ve been training with Steve for years and other Avengers. Bucky I can hold my own I promise.” You explain carefully.

“Ok,” he agrees reluctantly. “If you’re sure?”

“Of course.” You nod excitedly.

“Alright let’s go.” Bucky mutters, he uses his metal hand to punch through a floor board and grabs a backpack, before he shoves some extra money and journals into it.

“What?” You ask him confused.

“If you found me it’s only a matter of time before someone else does. We gotta move.” He says offering you his flesh hand, you grab it before the two of you leave on the adventure of your life time.

My student submitted the most disturbing “Living History” project I’ve ever seen 

By reddit user gretelcat

One of my least favorite parts about being a middle school history teacher is the bullshit “Living History” assignments we give at the end of every school year. Kids are supposed to sit with their grandparents and video tape, voice record, or transcribe their oldest memories for posterity (and for an easy way to bring up their GPA).

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This incident occurred shortly after school was let out this afternoon.

The vice principal was coordinating traffic when all of the sudden he heard students screaming his name in front of a pizzeria down the street from the high school.

He ran over to this scene, an officer throwing down and striking two teenaged twin sisters. Naturally, he told the officers “I’m a vice principal at the high school, these are my students. What’s going on here?” to which he was told “Mind your fucking business and back up, we’re not on school grounds.”

He repeatedly pleaded with the offending officer to stop assaulting these two girls, and tell him what the problem was. At this point the officer pushed him away from the scene and punched him in the face before arresting him, as well as both girls. He was later released without being charged, the girls were released as well but I’m not sure if they ended up receiving any charges.

that’s all the setup for this video.

Please, share this with everyone you can. This was totally uncalled for and needs to be seen by as many as possible.

Cop throws and assaults 16 year old girls, then punches and arrests their high school vice principal for questioning officer and trying to stop the violence.

This is going to go viral

Burnouts, Booze, and Babes

Originally posted by butaer

Summary: Taehyung and Jeongguk are just two small town best friends, getting drunk too often and making big plans they’ll probably never achieve. Taehyung takes it upon himself to teach Jeongguk all of the proper ways to have sex, and Jeongguk swears he’s just hanging around because Taehyung’s good in bed. Who would have thought these small town losers, who used to smoke behind the school, would become jewelers at the biggest department store in Seoul. [Pre Givenchy & Gold]
Pairing: Jeongguk x Taehyung
Word Count: 32.850
Rating: M
Warnings: too much sex, too many kinks, mentions of drug use, Taehyung calling Jeongguk so many nasty things, two bros chilling 5ft apart in a hot tub (“swear I’m not gay”), switching, uhhhh daddy kink
A/N: @blueagust and I have basically spent the last couple weeks screaming at each other about Taehyung and Jeongguk’s history from her story Givenchy&Gold, and with the little restraint I have, this happened. Lou, this is an absolute mess and I probably destroyed your entire fic timeline, but happy early Kwanza or some shit (which is totally an excuse Tae gives when he’s buying Jeon another pair of earrings.) This is not good enough for you but I hope you like it anyway!!

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[KOR/ENG LYRICS] Tomorrow by BTS

Korean

같은 날, 같은 달
24/7 매번 반복되는 매 순간
어중간한 내 삶
20 대의 백수는 내일이 두려워 참
웃기지 어릴 땐 뭐든
가능할거라 믿었었는데
하루를 벌어 하루를 사는게
빠듯하단 걸 느꼈을 때
내내 기분은 컨트롤 비트,
계속해서 다운되네
매일매일이 Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
반복 되네

갈길은 먼데
왜 난 제자리니
답답해 소리쳐도
허공의 메아리
내일은 오늘보다는 뭔가 다르길
난 애원할 뿐야

니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
부서진대도 oh better
니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
무너진대도 oh
뒤로 달아나지마 never

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이
가장 어두우니까
먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널
절대로 잊지 마
지금 니가 어디 서 있든
잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐
포기하지 마 알잖아

너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow
멀어지진 마 tomorrow
너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow

우리가 그토록 기다린
내일도 어느새
눈을 떠보면
어제의 이름이 돼
내일은 오늘이 되고
오늘은 어제가 되고
내일은 어제가 되어
내 등 뒤에 서있네
삶은 살아지는게 아니라 살아내는 것,
그렇게 살아내다가
언젠간 사라지는 것
멍 때리다간 너, 쓸려가
If you ain’t no got the guts, trust
어차피 다 어제가 되고 말 텐데
하루하루가 뭔 의미 겠어
행복해지고, 독해지고 싶었는데
왜 자꾸 약해지기만 하지 계속
나 어디로 가,
여기로 가고 저기로 가도
난 항상 여기로 와
그리 흘러가긴 하겠지 어디론가,
끝이 있긴 할까 이 미로가

갈 길은 먼데
왜 난 제자리니
답답해 소리쳐도
허공의 메아리
내일은 오늘보다는 뭔가 다르길
난 애원할 뿐야

니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
부서진대도 oh better
니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
무너진대도 oh
뒤로 달아나지마 never

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이
가장 어두우니까
먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널
절대로 잊지 마
지금 니가 어디 서 있든
잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐
포기 하지 마 알잖아

너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow

Tomorrow, 계속 걸어
멈추기엔 우린 아직 너무 어려
Tomorrow, 문을 열어
닫기엔 많은 것들이 눈에 보여
어두운 밤이 지나면
밝은 아침도 있듯이,
알아서 내일이 오면
빛이 비추니,
걱정은 하지 말아줘
이건 정지가 아닌
니 삶을 쉬어가는
잠시 동안의 일시 정지
엄지를 올리며
니 자신을 재생해
모두 보란 듯이

니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
부서진대도 oh better
니 꿈을 따라가 like breaker
무너진대도 oh
뒤로 달아나지마 never

해가 뜨기 전 새벽이
가장 어두우니까
먼 훗날에 넌 지금의 널
절대로 잊지 마
지금 니가 어디 서 있든
잠시 쉬어가는 것일 뿐
포기 하지 마 알잖아

너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow
멀어지진 마 tomorrow
너무 멀어지진 마 tomorrow

English

Same day, same moon
24/7, every moment repeats itself
My life is mediocre
The jobless in his 20s is afraid of tomorrow
It’s funny, when I was young I believed anything was possible
But when I realized that living hand to mouth was difficult
I keep feeling like the ‘Control’ beat,
It keeps getting downloaded
Every day is like Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V
It keeps repeating

There’s a long way to go
But why am I still standing in place
Although I scream out in frustration
All it is, is an echo in the void
Let tomorrow be different from today
That’s all I’m begging for

Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if you break, oh better
Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if it crumbles down, oh
Don’t run backwards, never

Because the dawn just before the sunrise
Is the darkest
Even in the far future, don’t ever forget
The you of right now
No matter where you’re standing right now
You’re just resting for a while
Don’t give up, you know it

Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow

Even the tomorrow that we’ve waited so long for, suddenly,
When your open your eyes
It takes the name of yesterday
Tomorrow becomes today,
Today becomes yesterday.
Tomorrow becomes yesterday and
Is standing behind my back.
Life isn’t living, but surviving,
Surviving like that,
then one day disappearing
If you stay in a daze you’ll get swept away
If you ain’t no got the guts, trust
It’ll all end up becoming yesterday,
So what’s the point of each day
I wanted to become happy, become tough,
But why do I keep getting weaker
Where do I go,
Even though I go here and there
I always end up back here
Yes, I’ll probably flow along somewhere,
Does this maze even have an end

There’s a long way to go
But why am I still standing in place
Although I scream out in frustration
All it is, is an echo in the void
Let tomorrow be different from today
That’s all I’m begging for

Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if you break, oh better
Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if it crumbles down, oh
Don’t turn and run away, never

Because the dawn just before the sunrise
Is the darkest
Even in the far future, don’t ever forget
The you of right now
No matter where you’re standing right now
You’re just resting for a while,
Don’t give up, you know it

Don’t get too far away, tomorrow.

Tomorrow, keep walking
We’re too young to stop just yet
Tomorrow, open the door
We can see too many things to shut it.
Just like after the dark night
Comes the bright morning,
When tomorrow comes
The light will automatically shine
So don’t worry
This isn’t a stop,
But just a short pause
While you take a break from your life
Raise your thumb and
Play yourself
So that everyone can see

Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if you break, oh better
Follow your dream, like breaker
Even if it crumbles down, oh
Don’t turn and run away, never

Because the dawn just before the sunrise
Is the darkest
Even in the far future, don’t ever forget
The you of right now
No matter where you’re standing right now
You’re just resting for a while,
Don’t give up, you know (it)

Don’t get too far away, tomorrow
Don’t get far away, tomorrow
Don’t get too far away, tomorrow

(*T/N: Refers to Big Sean’s ‘Control’, which is a diss track that started a conflict between rappers. The beat was downloaded and used by many underground Korean rappers to diss their opponents. One of the songs was called “Ctrl+alt+del*2”, which might be why he added the “Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V” part. Also, the word ‘downloaded’ is the same word used to express ‘feeling down’ in Korean, so the lyrics are a wordplay to show how depressed he feels.)

Trans cr; Yein @ bts-trans
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You’re MY Girl Pt.1

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Request from @jyttoaudios: I was wondering if u could make a smut where you and tom are friends with benefits and he gets all sensitive over the fact that your starting to see someone and it leads to to a lil angst and a lil sum sum us know what I’m saying hmmmmm

A/N: hopefully you enjoy Pt.1 xx- Mikayla


[Reader’s POV]


    Rolling over you get out of the bed quietly. Picking up your phone and unplugging it off the charger. Bending down you pick up a shirt slipping the article of clothing on. Looking back at the bed, your longing gaze breaking as you exit the bedroom. Your feet padded against the flooring slightly as you headed towards the stairs. Memories of last night flashed through your head sending a throbbing sensation down to your core.


   Yawning and stretching your arms as you made it down each step slowly. Your body exhausted from the night before. Tessa’s tags jingled made you look over. She was standing on the couch now looking at you. A happy smile on her sweet face. Walking over you press a kiss to her head and rub her ears. Seeing a happy Tess when you woke up always made your day.


   Tessa jumps off the couch and follows you towards the kitchen. Clicking the power button on your phone to see it’s twelve thirty. Turning on the coffee pot you lean against the counter. Your hip slightly digging into the counter which you regretted quickly. A twinge of pain makes you stop leaning against the counter and lift your shirt up.


   Your skin was tinted purple with long bruises from where Tom’s fingers were last night. The skin sensitive and dark in some areas. A loud sound comes from the coffee machine indicating the coffee was ready. Moving your coffee mug you grasp the handle and pull it out of its home. Pouring the hot liquid in the cup your phone starts ringing loudly.


   Putting the coffee away you reach to grab your ringing phone. You were afraid the sound would rise upstairs and wake Tom. Almost dropping it out of quickly grabbing it you let out a sigh of relief when it doesn’t fall. Hitting the green button you raise the phone to your ear. A smile on your face after you saw who was calling.


“Good morning, you still on for today?” He asks as you reach for the dog food. Placing it on the counter you grab Tessa’s bowl.


“Yeah, I’m at a friends house so I’ll have to go home and get ready for tonight” Filling up the bowl you see her waiting by her water bowl. Tail wagging happily as she awaits her food. Setting it down you pat her head and she starts munching away.


“I bet you’ll look gorgeous no matter what” his voice was deep from him probably just waking up. He’s the one you’ve been calling when you couldn’t talk to Tom. It was hard just being friends with benefits with Tom. You wanted a relationship aspect.


“Oh stop it Leo, you’re such a charmer” you giggle taking a sip of your coffee. The caffeine rushing through your system to wake you up. The two of you had plans to meet at a coffee shop to just have a relaxing date. Coffee was perfect because you had to work on a term paper that night anyways. If you had tea you would want to wind down and procrastinate longer on your assignment.


“I can’t help it you’re absolutely stunning, I don’t know how anyone can pass you up” he chuckles making you smile. You couldn’t help but blush at what he says.



“Alright well I’ll see you soon okay?”



“Later love, see you soon” the line ends with a beep as you set your phone down on the counter. Tessa barks loudly making you turn around to see Tom walking over shirtless and in sweatpants. Your eyes traveling down his body admiring his abs.


“Good morning love, you’re up early” Tom grins sleepily walking towards you. Reaching up he runs his fingers through his tousled curls. His bicep flexing as he did that motion. Tom is irresistible with that body of his. Placing your mug by the sink it clinks against the countertop.


“I have plans today, I needed coffee to wake myself up even more” you explain as he gets closer to you. Backing you against the counter with nowhere to go. The feeling of your heart beating faster and faster started making you uneasy.


“I thought we were going to spend the day together since I’m back in town?” the warmth of his hand against your cheek was soothing. Leaning your face into the skin of his palm you let out a sigh.


“Well I made plans before you came back, I’ll be home for you tonight isn’t that fair enough?” it was unfair that you had to revolve your plans around him. You were the one always having to wait for him to come home. With this friends with benefits situation and adding that he’s a celebrity made it feel like a one way street.


“You always spend the time I’m here with me an-”


“I have to go get my stuff so I can leave” Brushing past Tom you head back towards the stairs. He smelled heavenly and you needed to leave as soon as you could. He was too damn tempting for your own good. That’s probably why you go back to him all the time. You just couldn’t stay away.


  Walking into Tom’s room you see your clothes littered across the floor. Your heels were on separate sides of the room. Not even remembering how they got there. Taking off Tom’s t-shirt you pick up your dress off of the floor. Slipping it on you then pick up both of your heels. Putting them you groan realizing this looks like a walk of shame.


   Rolling your eyes because of how it looks you grab your purse that was at the foot of the bed on the ground. Grabbing it you take a cursory glance of his room. Just to see if you left anything. Leaving the room you make your way down the stairs. Your heels clicked once they made contact with the wood flooring when you reached the bottom.


“Have fun on your date” Tom’s voice comes from around the corner. Turning the corner you see him holding your phone. The screen lighting up with notifications on the screen.


“You didn’t go through my phone did you?” snatching it out of his grasp you see Leo’s name on the messages. Your eyes scanning the messages quickly checking he didn’t say anything. You were pretty sure Tom didn’t know your password.


“That you two are meeting at our spot? No I didn’t go through your phone but I did answer it” your eyes widening at what he just said. He could have said something to Leo and you have no clue what it could have been.


“Fuck you Holland..” you grit pushing him away from you. His bare chest firm under your palm.


“Well you did last night.. Might I add you weren’t complaining either” his cocky smirk plastered on his face. You wanted to slap it off so hard, your hand was trembling by your side.


“I can’t believe you’re acting like this.. It’s like you’re envious Tom” the tone that voice had was flat as you glared at him. He rolled his eyes crossing his arms, biceps bulging when he did that.

“I’m am not.. Who is this guy anyways?”


“I don’t have to tell you anything Tom.. I’ll see you tonight” taking your car keys off the hook you leave his house. Closing the door a little harder than normal you take a deep breath. Making your way across the street you walk down the sidewalk towards your car.


   Pulling your glasses out you put them on. Unlocking your car you get in and take off towards your home. Your phone was ringing but you just ignored it. At the moment you didn’t want to talk to anyone because of how frustrated Tom made you feel. All the time it was an array of emotions.


“I can’t believe he answered the goddamn phone” you mutter to yourself as you turn the corner and proceed down the road. Your phones loud ringing makes you emit an annoyed growl. Reaching over you pick up your phone off of the seat.


“What is it Tom, I’m not going back to your house for a -”


“Uh love.. It’s Leo is everything okay? So you really were at a guys house?” his question making your heart drop. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid.


“I just crashed at his place is all, I got too drunk to drive home” you lie gritting your teeth after cause lying was the thing you hated the most.


“I’ll see you at the coffee shop later, just wanted to check on you after what he sa-”


“What did he say?” the sound of your voice rose a bit from your nerves. You hated every second of what’s happening at the moment.


“That you stayed the night with him in his bed”


“Of course he would say that” you huff out resting your phone on your shoulder as your cheek was pressed against your phone. The position keeping it in place as you made your way home. You normally had to drive around for a while before going home. Paparazzi loved to follow you around and it was fucking obnoxious. Sadly that’s what you get for being in any proximity of Tom.


“I’m sorry what he said Leo, we just go way back and Tom’s a little asshole alright?” quoting Mackie as you get out of your car once it’s in park. Leo says his goodbyes before you hang up the phone holding it in your left hand.The gravel next to your driveway crunched under your heels as you walked towards your front door. Fishing out your keys from your purse you put the key in the lock.


   Turning the key you twist the handle opening the door. It creaked as the door moved with you walking inside. The heater doing it’s job welcoming you into warmth. Today was a chilly day in London and you were glad your heater wasn’t broken. It had a tendency to break when you desperately needed it the most.


    Your dog comes walking up to you with a happy bark. Kneeling down you ruffle her ears. Her spotted tongue sticking out from the side of her mouth. Pressing a kiss to her head you stand up and walk to the kitchen. Pictures of you and Tom from when you first became friends were around your house. Especially the ones of the events you went to. Along with your family you had photos with Tom’s family.


    Picking up Kayley’s water bowl you hold it under the sink as you fill it up. Her tags jingle making you look over. She was jumping up and down, her long tail wagging in excitement. She was a year older than Tessa but bigger due to being a Rottweiler mix Lab. The two of them were best buds whenever you would have Tessa over to watch her if Nikki couldn’t.


“C’mon love let’s go to the closet and pick out an outfit for tonight yeah?” after you set her bowl down she follows you upstairs. Kayley of course made it up the stairs first as always. She sat at the top waiting for you to make it up the stairs.




   The lighting of the coffee shop was dim thankfully. Your migraine had grown over the span of time that you were home. Tom was trying to lure you back to his place. All he wanted was a hookup and today you just wanted to be with Leo. Locking your door you one more time you turn and head towards the doorway.


   Opening the door you head inside the cozy warm building. Shrugging off your coat and slinging it over your arm. Looking around your eyes scan the room for Leo. His dark hair was the first thing you saw. Leo’s eyes met yours and a smile raising to his face. His smile infectious as one rose to your face. He truly is a handsome man with his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that made you feel as if you were drifting out to see the longer you looked into them.


“Hey love, can you believe the weather outside?” his accent thicker in person than on the phone. Setting your coat down on the chair at your table you give him a peck on the cheek.


“I’m honestly glad I brought a jacket” realizing it’s a jacket Tom bought you instantly making you mentally face palm yourself. The barista keeps looking over at you making you uncomfortable. She knew you came here with Tom often.


   As time went by the more and more you found out about Leo. Sure you two have been talking for two months but now you seemed to find out even more. He told you about the adventures he went on when he traveled last summer. That was one of your favorite things, traveling. You wish you could’ve traveled with Tom but his manager didn’t want people getting the wrong Idea.


   Which made it harder for you because you fell for Tom. Feelings took over and destroyed your thoughts on being friends with benefits. You never truly knew how Tom felt about you so you just kept letting that arrangement continue. The longer Tom was away the more you felt alone. That’s a big reason why you started trying to find someone. When you finally met Leo you thought things could change. After today you knew it was going to end badly.


“Now what was it that you really wanted to talk about, you said you needed to be honest with me about something” Leo hands you your coffee that he ordered for you. Earlier you sent him a text of what you wanted.


“I wanted to explain more about earlier and why I was really at Tom’s house”sweat started to form on your palms. Nerves were kicking in on how you were going to explain this. Praying to God he would understand everything.


“So you took him to our place and in our spot?” the familiar voice making you freeze in your spot. Your eyes wide seeing Leo’s facial expression turn into confusion. Looking back you see Tom in a black coat and his curls slightly messy from the wind. His fingers run through them smoothing down a bit.


“What do you mean by our?” Leo questions raising an eyebrow looking between the two of you. Before you could say anything Tom has a smirk on his face. That damn fucking smirk.


“As in her and I come here, this is our spot and you coincidently choose our spot before she came here?”


“Tom stop it now, go home I said I’d see you later and now is not later” you huff standing up so you’re now looking up at him. Some people looked over and some had their phones out. The last thing Tom needed was drama being started.


“So this is the famous Tom Holland” Leo says bluntly standing up from his seat. You looked over at him questioningly because you never mentioned Tom’s last name.


“Yeah I am.. Oh darling.. You forgot these in my bed last night” Tom reaches into his pocket pulling out your red lace thong. A gasp leaves your mouth as you snatch them out of his hand. Reaching for your purse you put them in there. Your cheeks were flaming from embarrassment.


“Is that what you wanted to tell me about? That you’re sleeping with him?” Leo’s tone was flat as he looked down at you. His figure was a bit taller than Tom’s so you felt like he was towering over you.


“Are you mad she was calling my name out last night and not yours?” Tom sounded so smug as he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek. Tom’s lips press against yours in a quick kiss. Your hands naturally going to his face , his jawline against your palm. Tom pulls away from the kiss , his fingers still holding your chin. Looking over you see Leo looking pissed off at the two of you.


“ Why you lil-” Leo lunges at Tom making your fight or flight instincts kick in. The name that comes out of your lips surprises you. Stepping in front of Tom, Leo’s fist ends up hitting you instead. A whimper of pain escaping your lips as Tom pulls you into his arms.


“I-I’m so sorry” Leo looks panicked as he sees you rubbing the sore spot on your shoulder. Tom’s arm rubbing soothing circles on your lower back. All that was happening you were shaking like a chihuahua.


“Ever come near her again and you won’t like what I will do, got it?” Tom grits out at Leo, his body tense as you leaned against him.


“If I would have known you were whoring around with him I would have never considered dating y-”


“Get the fuck out of here before I beat the fuck out of you for hitting my girl” his voice lashed out at Leo making the coffee shop go silent. Leo mumbled something before taking off towards the entrance.


    Looking around there were people with their phones out. The barista comes over telling people to please put their phones away. She sticks her arms out standing in the way blocking people. Tom’s finger lifted your chin so you’d look up at him. His eyes looked concerned as he gazed down at you. A bit of your heart shattered as you looked at him. Your chance of a normal relationship just went out the door.


“C’mon darling, let’s go home.. We need to talk about things”


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smut for pt. 2 

Originally posted by dynode

BTS Reaction: Them finishing quickly due to it being so long since they’ve had sex with their s/o

(SMUT) Anon Request


Yoongi

You felt him fill you up over and over as his thrusts became harder, making it impossible for you to keep quiet. You clung to his body tight, missing him against your body so much while he had been on tour for months. The unusual loud grunts and the occasional low growl from him told you just how much he had missed you too. Being too lost in the moment, you barely noticed his head move to the crook of your neck, and his hips stuttered in their movement before a deep groan left his mouth. He stopped his movements, panting hard as he looked up at you, slightly apologetic. 

“Yoongi did you just?”

He kissed you slowly as he pulled out of you. 

“Sorry baby, you felt too good. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to take that as a compliment instead of being annoyed.

“Well, you better be ready to work yourself up again, because if you’re going to be lasting this long in the time I’m with you we’re going to have a problem.”

He laughed at your bluntness, slowly moving south down your body.

“Awe baby, you love my tongue just as much.” 

You bit your lip hard as he rested his head against the inside of your thigh. 

“Mark this as round 1. I love your tongue, but I love your cock more.”

Hoseok

His grunts were loud in your ear as he had you pinned up against his studio door, pounding into you at an insane speed. You could almost see stars, making you forget about anyone else that could possibly see through the fogged glass of his door or hear for that matter. It had been so long for the both of you and the feeling of him inside you was just sending the both of you crazy. When you felt him pull you closer to his body, his mouth attacked your neck, marking you all over your exposed skin. 

“Y/n…”

He muffled against your neck and his hips snapped against yours harder than before, causing a loud gasp to escape your mouth.

“Y/n, I can’t…”

His words were cut off by the long moan that left his mouth, his hips stopping for a second before he slowly rode out his orgasm. 

“Hobi.”

You whined as he pulled out of you, the embarrassment clear on his face. You pouted towards him and his eyes finally met your own.

“Sweetie, I’m really sorry. It’s been a while.”

He grabbed onto your hand softly, holding it against his chest as he leaned down to kiss you. You kissed him back softly, running your hands through his hair. 

“Are you gunna make it up to me?” 

You said, batting your eyes at him. He giggled towards you and pulled you over to his chair. 

“I’m going to make round two all about you sweetie.” 

Seokjin

He had made the effort to set up his bedroom all romantic for your arrival back to Korea, clearly planning out exactly what would have naturally happened anyway. At this point, the candle light and rose petals were a blur in your vision as you felt him thrust into you deeply against his bed. He peppered kisses all over you, from your neck to your jaw, and down to your chest. Being away from him this long didn’t do either of you any good but definitely made these times more intense. He had one hand pinning your arm above your head as he kissed you deeply, his other gripping your hip as his thrusts picked up a little. He suddenly parted from the kiss and you heard the shaky sigh that left his mouth as he hung his head against your shoulder. As you felt him fill you up, you sighed contently even though the experience was quick. As he pulled out, he kissed you quickly, moving to the side of you with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

“Missed me so much you couldn’t hold it in a bit longer hm?”

You said, holding back a small laugh, hoping to not offend him. 

“Jagiya, I’m sorry. But I did miss you a lot. It’s so hard when you go away for that long. I lose my control.”

He giggled softly at his own remark. You cuddled closer to his body.

“It’s ok, we have a lot of time to build up your control again.”

Namjoon

He was the type to either take his time and cherish your body, or fuck you for hours until your throat ran dry and you couldn’t keep back the tears of pleasure prickling down your cheeks. Though tonight, after not seeing you for months due to work, he was acting a bit more needier than what you were used too. He was usually controlled and very aware of how he wanted things to pan out, but tonight was wild. He had you naked on the kitchen counter as he fucked you hard, his hands roaming all over your body, trying to feel every inch of your skin as his hot breath hit the side of your face. Your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and surprisingly, you were so close to your release. The way his hips slammed hard against you were driving you crazy and just before that heat could start building up, his teeth sunk into your shoulder, muffling the low growl he let out, his hips slowly coming to a halt. 

“Joonie no.”

You gasped out, whimpering as he pulled out slowly. He lifted your chin with his finger so your eyes met with his, a small, cocky grin on his face. 

“I would say sorry, but the way you just whined out my name was so sexy babygirl. Sexy enough for daddy to go another round and make you feel good.”

Jungkook

The boys had been cockblocking the two of you all night. Unfortunately, Jimin’s idea of throwing a dinner party right when you had returned to the country wasn’t such a good idea for the tension between you and your boyfriend. Which is what led the two of you sneaking away to the bathroom while the boys were preoccupied with a dumb drinking game. The two of you stood in front of the bathroom mirror as he took you from behind, your skirt hiked up above your waist and your panties pushed to the side as he fucked you hard. One of his hands were hidden under the front of your shirt as he played around with your nipple through the thin fabric of your bra, while the other was covering your mouth to keep you quiet. The sound of his hips hitting your ass was the loudest noise in the room though you couldn’t find the sanity to care as he fucked you faster and harder. Your eyes never left his as you watched each other through the mirror.

“F-fuck, y/n.”

You heard him stutter as he slammed into you hard one last time, an audible gasp leaving your lips through his hand as you felt him fill you up. As he pulled out, he took a second to catch his breath as you fixed yourself up. 

“That didn’t take long. Almost as quick as when I took your virginity.”

You smirked and looked towards him as he zipped the fly of his pants up. He stared towards you with a dark expression, then suddenly, spinning you around quickly, he lifted your skirt up again and smacked your ass hard. You yelped softly, enjoying it more than anything. You saw him with an evil grin in the mirror and tried to hold back your laughter by biting your lip. His hands gripped your hips hard as he came up next to your ear.

“Watch what you say princess, I might just not let you cum later on if you’re going to be cocky about it.”

You bit your lip and shot him your sexiest stare, rubbing your ass against his crotch. 

“Was that wrong of me? Am I going to be punished when we get home? Have I been a bad girl?” 

You whined out. He just laughed evilly, smacking your ass lightly again as he pushed you towards the door. 

“You got no fucking idea baby.”

Jimin

You had been teasing him the whole trip home, groping him, pulling his hair, whispering dirty things in his ear and also delaying the time it could’ve taken you both to get home by stopping into the shops. It was dark when you pulled over into an almost empty car park and that’s when he took the opportunity to shut you up. You were quickly sprawled out on the back seat of your car, Jimin fucking you hard and fast, not caring about who heard the two of you from outside. The windows were already fogged up and you found the fact that he got so worked up over your actions earlier so hot that the heat in your body was rising quicker then usual. It had also been so long since the two of you had been together, causing a huge amount of sexual tension and cravings. You decided to test the waters though. 

“Jimin Oppa.”

You moaned out softly. You watched his breath hitch in his throat and a little choked moan came out of his mouth as he stared down at you.

“Y/n, don’t.”

He whispered in a slightly seductive tone. You didn’t care though, ignoring what he said.

“Oppa.”

You moaned out louder then before, causing him to thrust hard into you a few more times as you felt him cum inside you. 

“Shit.”

He said breathlessly, laying on top of you. There was a small silence before you spoke.

“Did that really set you off early?”

You said giggling. He shied away a little bit as you both sat up, attempting to get dressed quickly. 

“Hey! You’ve been messing with me all night. Plus I haven’t seen you in months. Plus, You haven’t called me Oppa since we were in high school.”

He said the last part hushed and you could tell he was embarrassed by it.

“But you liked it, right?”

You watched him nod slowly, finally his eyes meeting with yours. You laughed towards him, scooting closer to hug him. 

“I missed you Oppa.”

Taehyung

You had offered to pick your boyfriend up from the airport on the day he arrived, but quickly shutting you down, he didn’t want to put you out of your schedule for the day. It was a little odd seeing as you hadn’t seen him for months, but you took the time to dress up in something you knew he’d like when he arrived to your apartment. When he had finally shown up at your front door, you opened it wearing only a white-floral, mesh bra that tied up around your neck, basically see through, along with a matching, white thong that had a small crystal hanging above your backside, making you feel extra seductive. His reaction was clearly what lead you both to the bedroom. Disregarding your underwear all over the floor of the living room, obviously desperate to get what he wanted. He lay beneath you as you rode him slowly, his length filling you up exactly how you remembered and exactly how you missed. You watched his eyes roam over your body as you placed your hands on his chest. His hands wondering from your hips, up your stomach and then finally, to your breasts. Your body finally felt content having him home again and just as you were about to speed up, he flipped you over onto your back.

“Tae.”

You said breathlessly as he sped up, thrusting harder into you, making it impossible for you to keep quiet, as well as him. His forehead rested against yours as he kept moving, his eyes baring into yours and then, they fluttered shut and his movement slowed right down as his mouth hung open, choked moans escaping his lips. He moved off of you slowly, laying on his back next to you as he calmed down. Then he reached his arms out to you, pulling you against his chest. 

“Sorry.”

He said slightly laughing at the situation. You sat up suddenly pouting at him, and he laughed even more and attempted to sit up as well, but you pushed him back down. 

“No, no. You’re helping me out until you’re ready to go again.”

You said quickly climbing on top of him, positioning in between your thighs above his head. You saw the smirk on his face as he hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you down closer to his lips. your hands moved down and gripped his hair softly. 

“It won’t take me long, I missed you too much so get ready for an all nighter.” 

this gif … I wanna sit on his face


I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE GIFS CREDITS TO GIF OWNERS

A/N: As you can see, the more I wrote, the more I got carried away and detailed. Actually, Writing Jungkook’s killed me. Like every time I write something about Jungkook, I start thinking about him and I wanna tell him to swerve because he ain’t my boy but like, he’s too god dam sexy! dw Tae you still the number one like slay me now! Anyway I really hope you all enjoy this! I had so much fun writing it and more requests will be posted soon! Mwah! x

Breaking the Rules - part 6

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,395

Warnings: the usual 

A/N: I’m sure how I feel about this, but anyway…

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

“What the hell are you wearing?” Bucky burst out laughing when he saw you.

You had followed his mother and sisters to the wedding venue so you hadn’t seen him since you had left that morning. Becca’s prom dress fitted you just right, but it wasn’t the most appropriate outfit for a wedding.

It was a shimmering purple dress with lots of frills.

“You look like a sparkling plum,” he said, doubling over in laughter.

“Fuck off!”

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concept: keith finding and adopting a black kitten with a white tuft of fur on its forehead while shiro’s away and naming it after him 

when shiro gets back he’s ridiculously endeared by this but he’s also like “keith. if you wanted to name a kitten after me you could’ve named him tacatshi.” and keith just 

stares into the camera 

he doesn’t smile like you. his hair is straight and yours was curly. he loves my siblings like they’re his own and he calls my dad “sir,” even after he has told him countless times it’s okay to go by first names now. i’ve tried to find meaning in this. he isn’t you, i know that. it’s evident in the way he dresses and the sound of his laugh and the music he listens to. he doesn’t like pepsi, he actually hates it. i think my heart is closing to you now, or maybe it’ll always be open, just enough for you to claw your way back in and make yourself at home again. the important part is that he doesn’t sound like you, or feel like you. i don’t remember what it was like to be in your arms but i’ve made new memories now and they don’t have your name on them anymore. i still go outside and look at the moon and cry. we’ve always lived in different worlds but it’s been harder to cope now that our gravitational pulls have collapsed and you’ve floated away. i think that part of me will always wish that you had stayed, but i know part of me will always be glad you decided to break my heart. it still hurts. time doesn’t heal wounds or erase pain, it just gives you the space you need to get better at ignoring it.

Loki’s Very Special Girl

It’s Kinktober.  I am doing day 1 prompts:  Spanking, aphrodisiac, sleepy sex

Request:  I had two requests for Loki non-con, and one for Loki/Virgin, so using these.

Warning:  Non-con/rape. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU. Also, turns into dub-con. Kinks. 

Pairing: Loki/Reader

A/N:  Loki is my muse this evening.  This is more like 3 drabbles (all about 1000 words).  Pre Avengers movie. 

Tags: @thecynicalnerd @marauderice @mac5323 @idonthavehusbandsihavelovers @negan–is–god @kellyn1604 @roschelesworld @taintedgenre @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl @purplemuse89 @blondesouthsquad @xbergiex @bellaballanda @theariel85 @fashun–deevah 

Aphrodisiac

Your head was pounding as consciousness returned.  All you could see was pure blackness.  The first thing you did was take a deep breath.  You knew to stay calm.  S.H.I.E.L.D had trained you for hostage situations.  It never occurred to you that this particular training would come into play on your first mission, but as inexperienced as you were, there was no way you would flip out.  They had chosen you to be an Agent because of your natural talents, letting them down was not an option.

A few deep exhales calmed you enough to assess your situation.  The room itself was not black, there was a bag over your head.  You were seated in a chair, your ankles cuffed to each leg with about an inch and a half of chain, your hands to the arms with even less leeway. The chair was metal and bolted to the ground.  The only chance of escape meant the picking the cuffs.  You could feel the spot for the key, but without eyesight chances of setting your hands free was slim to none.  While it was unfavorable, you knew you had to wait until your captor arrived.  

This was not supposed to happen.  You were on a surveillance mission, looking into a possible terrorist threat in England.  Nobody should have noticed you, since your cover was the date of a diplomat.  You sipped champagne and wore a beautiful black dress, the satin still rested against your bare chest, and you wished you had opted for a more conservative look.  The target hadn’t even arrived yet.  You walked away to freshen up when there was a sharp pain in your neck.  It didn’t feel like a shot though. The blackout was instantaneous. What sort of drug had they used on you?  

Before you could dwell on the thought the sound of the door opening filled the room.  You rolled your shoulders back and tried to show no fear.  If they planned on torturing you for information they had no idea who they were up against.  You would choose death long before betrayal.  

Originally posted by loptrlaufey

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So, for those who may not remember, a while back I wrote up some posts about A Pup Named Scooby-Doo smear frames looking like demented Pokémon.

Which I would still buy trading cards of. Those animators were freakin’ creative.

Fast-forward to now, when I receive the most-incredible submission ever:

Lorenzoes: “From one bespectacled artist in his early 20s who at one point lived in NC to another, here’s some fanart of your Scooby Pokemon as Pokemon! Loved your original post!”

Your eyes do not deceive you. An actual animator – possessing wicked amounts of talent – created these beautiful (and equally-creative) renditions.

I’m blown away. Absolutely incredible work… my favorite is easily Wile E. Scoobyote. 

Go see the illustration full-size, and follow the artist’s blog here!

–Colin

college athlete!bts

author’s note: these are each a bit longer than intended, but not quite long enough to be drabbles on their own~~ if you want an extension or longer drabble of any, let me know because i’m kind of in love with athlete!bts rn. gif credits are linked under their names as cr.; none of these gifs are my own


KIM SEOKJIN
winter swimming | cr.

“I’m going to side with Jungkookie next time you chew him out for being too hard on himself.”

Your voice pulls Seokjin above the waters that engulf his body. He hears you in waves of clarity, every other word drowned beneath the pool water as he completes his butterfly lap. He swims to the edge of the pool where you’re crouched down, a paper bag in one hand, a towel in the other.

He shakes his hair gently and laughs as you flinch away. He’s beautiful like this; in this pool, surrounded by the water he claims saves him, and you argue will swallow him up one day. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he doesn’t care, as long as you keep coming around to warn him.

He sweeps his wet hair back and away from his forehead. “That for me?” He points at the towel.

“No, it’s for the other guy in the pool,” you sit down, criss cross.

“I’m jealous of him then. He’s got a real pretty girl taking care of him.”

He hoists himself out of the water and stands next to you. You were never quite sure whether Jin was made and born to be a swimmer or whether being a swimmer sculpted the body he has. Something like an Adonis; well proportioned limbs beneath layers of muscle and the perfect amount of squish, lovely all the same. He always gives himself credit for that face of his—as he should, you think, it’s a pretty one—but that body.

That body that towers above you as he dries his hair and torso, wraps the towel around his waist and extends an arm.

“No way, this kimchi is mine,” you tell him, moving the brown bag behind your back.

Jin only laughs softly and shakes his head, “No, give me your hand, love. I think it would fit in mine swimmingly, don’t you agree?”

“Seokjin,” you blink, “I’m leaving.”

“Aww, come on that was a good one!”

MIN YOONGI
winter varsity basketball | cr.

“Kind of unfair that your boyfriend’s short as a stump, but better than half the team,” a sweaty, unhappy Seungcheol sits next to you.

You only chuckle and watch as Yoongi makes another perfect swish. “He’s persistent.”

“He’s crazy,” Seungcheol counters.

“That too,” you hum, “You chose your fate when you voted him captain.”

You lean back into the bleachers and watch as Yoongi instructs the rest of the team to run play number seventeen again in preparation for their upcoming championship. Seungcheol is mid-sip of his water bottle when Yoongi calls out for him and you see his body visibly choke up.

“Choi, get off your ass, back on the court, and away from my girl.”

You snicker as you watch Seungcheol scurry back onto the court, mumbling something about how Yoongi has it out for him. His presence is soon replaced by that of your blonde haired boyfriend; he places his hands on either side of you, looks down with little beads of sweat on the side of his face, and a slight smirk on his lips.

“Hi,” he sings after a minute of silence. You can’t help but laugh, sweeping his bangs out of eyes before returning the hello.

“You should give Scoups a break, he’s’s tired,” you pout. ”Besides, I thought you wanted me to be friends with your friends.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “When I said you should make friends, I meant with Seokjin and Namjoon, not these idiots.”

“Then why’d you invite me to sit in on your practice? Jin and Namjoon are on the swim team.”

“I figured you see me all hot and sweaty, get turned on, and then we’d go home and have great sex.”

He chuckles as you hit his bicep and leans over slightly to kiss your forehead, while mumble about how greasy he is. “Alright, fine, since you care about them so much, how about I end practice early, then you and me can go grab some food?”

“What, no great sex afterwards?”

Yoongi laughs, breathy yet full. “Shutup and get your stuff ready,” he tells you before walking back to center court.

He sure is something else.

JUNG HOSEOK
spring tennis | cr.

“Come on, babe, one more round!”

Of course he’s still jumping off the walls. Only Hoseok could manage to attempt to teach someone how to play tennis in the blazing hot sun for two hours and still have enough energy to run a marathon.

“Hobi, I have a confession to make,” you huff, holding the ridiculously bright tennis ball in your hand, “I only asked you to teach me to play tennis for the aesthetic of the whole thing and because you look good in your uniform. Now can we please go back to your dorm and take a nap?”

Your words paint a heart shaped smile on his lips. He throws his head back with laughter—and suddenly it’s hard to tell whether you’re suffering because of the heat or his beautiful jawline. Probably both.

“You think I look good in my uniform?” He sniggers.

You roll your eyes, “The whole school thinks you look good in your uniform.”

He does though. He manages to not look ridiculous in his neon yellow shirt and matching tennis shoes. His calves are incredible and hidden behind his white shorts are the strongest pair of thighs you’ve ever seen. Somehow he’s pulling off his slightly transparent visor. For some unknown reason the sweatband around his wrist is attractive too. And when he swings on the ball his biceps flex and it’s a sight for sore eyes.

“I didn’t ask about the whole school, I asked you, sunshine.”

“Yes, Hobi, I just said that, stop being greasy,” you pout, “Now can we please get out of this heat?”

He laughs at your pain and if he weren’t so angelic you’d probably have already kneed him in the balls.

It’s too hot for touching but when you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders you don’t push him away. “Alright, let’s go,” he kisses the top of your head and leads you off of the courts.

“For the record, you look really good in your uniform too,” he winks, “That skirt does wonders for your legs, babe.”

You take the racket out his hand and hit him atop his head, “Yah! Jung Hoseok, I told you to stop being greasy!”

KIM NAMJOON
winter swimming | cr.

You make your way around the couch and settle down next to your boyfriend who’s watch the taping of his last swim meet for the tenth time today, at least.

“Only you could set the record for fastest backstroke and still be upset, Joonie.”

Namjoon works harder than anyone you know, whether it be at his school work or training. He’s constantly on the grind to improve himself, push himself to be a little better than he was yesterday. It’s admirable, but he’s also the most self-critical person on the planet.

“He was tailing me, (Y/N). If I had been even one stroke slower, I would have lost.”

“But you weren’t one stroke slower, Joon. You won.”

“But I could have—”

“You could shutup and pay attention to your girlfriend,” you interrupt with a smile. “I made popcorn.”

Namjoon’s eyes soften and a gentle smile graces his lips. You’re an angel in his eyes; why you choose to stick with him and his self-criticism and hectic practice schedules is beyond him. He only knows he’s grateful for it.

“You know I’m not supposed to eat that,” he sighs.

“Popcorn is healthy for you! Jin told me so.”

“Pretty sure you mean pizza, not popcorn.”

“Alright, then let’s go get pizza.”

“Baby, I can’t—”

“Can’t? That doesn’t sound like the attitude of a winner to me,” you pout, and his eyes grow at your use of his own words against him. When he doesn’t say anything, only looks down at your lap and sighs, you reach your free hand to cup his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Kim Namjoon, you just broke a regional record that hasn’t been broken in thirty years and you’re telling me you can’t let your girlfriend treat you to a slice of pizza?”

He kisses you with his soft lips and smiles back. “I love you, you know that?”

You peck his lips again and run your hands through his hair, “I know, Joon. But you should love yourself just as much.”

Yeah, he thinks. You’re an angel sent from above. His angel.

PARK JIMIN
winter ice hockey | cr.

“You know, you kind of look like Elsa,” you hum.

“Like, the Disney princess?” he asks, “Why’s that?”

He takes your mitten-clad hands in his and leading you onto the ice. You stumble, but he’s there to catch you. “You know, with the blonde hair and the ice and everything.”

Jimin only smiles and emits a breathy laugh. “Whatever you say, love.”

You’re about to remark on his resemblance to the ice princess again, but Jimin soon starts skating backwards, dragging you along with him by the extension of your hands.

“Wah—Jimin, you said we’d go slow!” You yell and he makes circles around the rink, giggles flying at your distress.

“Going slow is no fun!” He quips, suddenly changing directions. The speed makes his bangs fly over his forehead and cover his eyes—and he really does look like Elsa, you think—or at least you try to think when you’re not thinking about how you’re going to die if he doesn’t stop.

“Jiminie!” you screech, as he comes to a sudden halt, holding you close to his chest. His eye smile is the only thing saving him from a serious beating right now. That and the fact that if he skated away, you couldn’t catch him in your wildest dreams.

“If you’re gonna wear my jersey, you’ve gotta go faster than two inches an hour, babe. I don’t want people thinking I’m in love with a wimp.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, then I’ll just wear Seokmin’s jersey.”

“Not a chance,” he rolls his eyes back at you.

You take in his wind brushed hair and flushed face. He scrunches his nose slightly, flashing a smile that reaches his eyes. You almost tilt your head wondering if this Park Jimin is the same boy who bodychecked a guy so hard he knocked his tooth out last Tuesday.

“Your nose is red.”

Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, “It’s okay. The cold never bothered me anyway.”

No way this could be that same guy. 

KIM TAEHYUNG
fall soccer | cr.

“Gross, Tae, get off of me, you’re all sweaty and grassy!” You shove your indeed sweaty and grass-stain infected boyfriend away from you to no avail.

Taehyung only giggles into your ears and hugs you closer. “I thought you said I look hot when I’m sweaty.”

“You look hot, but you smell gross. Tae, come on, this shirt is new.”

“That shirt is mine.”

You feel the heat rise to your face and shove him again. “You can’t even be here it’s a thirty second time out!”

He finally retreats and looks at you with messy hair and a rectangular smile.

“Kim! Get back here!” His coach yells on cue. Taehyung gives him a thumbs up, and you a quick kiss to cheek before running back to his team’s side, yelling about how you jinxed it. Only your Taehyung would think it’s appropriate to run to the sidelines to hug his girlfriend mid-time out.

“You two are gross,” Yoongi comments. Jungkook agrees with him.

“They’re cute, hyung,” Namjoon beams.

The whistle is blown and Taehyung is back in action, weaving the soccer ball between his feet and past the other team. He winks at you when he scores; Yoongi is seconds from barfing up his lunch. You only shake your head and watch ahead.

Tae’s team is quick to jump on him when he scores the winning goal. They carry him off to the sidelines as the game ends and players and spectators alike begin to pack up their belongings. Tae looks at you from across the field, gloriously sweaty and grass-stained, and mouths “now?” to you.

You can only giggle and nod your head. He runs and engulfs you in a warm (and overdramatic, according to Jungkook) hug. He’s spinning you around, his giggles swirling with yours and you feel like you’re floating—all of his sweat and stains forgotten. When you stop, he doesn’t give you time to congratulate him or scold you for messing up your—his—shirt; he kisses you, happily and deeply, grime and all.

Yoongi and Jungkook pretend to vomit in the background, but he doesn’t care. “I love you,” he beams, before kissing you again.

JEON JUNGKOOK
spring baseball | cr.

There are pros and cons to dating a varsity athlete.

The pros include laying underneath your boyfriend as you “help” him do pushups and receiving a kiss each time he leans down; resting your head on said boyfriend’s toned chest; the feeling of his calloused hands ghosting along your sides while you cuddle on his futon; wearing his alternate jersey at games, despite it being too many sizes too big for your smaller frame; and cute picnic dates in the middle of an empty baseball field.

The cons include waking up at five in the morning to attend said picnic date.

“Come on, this is cute!” he exclaims as you take another bite into your breakfast sandwich. He hadn’t even opted for you two to sit in the bleachers—instead, setting up picnic over the pitcher’s mound.

You only stare back at him, thinking about what you wanna do more: kiss him or smack him. It is cute, you reason, so you won’t smack him. It’d be cuter if you didn’t have to wake up at five to do it, so you won’t kiss him either.

In lieu, you give him a soft smile. He sure is precious with that his two-row bunny smile he’s got.

Jungkook breaks your train of thought with a sudden squeal, “Ooh, come here, it’s starting.” He motions for you come over to his side of the small bump. You shuffle over, having given up on keeping your leggings clean, and sit next to him. He takes the blanket he’d kept in his lap and spreads it over your shoulders as he wraps his arms around you. (That’s another pro—those damn arms).

Jungkook points just over the edge of the top of the stadium where the sun can be seen poking out. The sky is a gorgeous yellow-orange hue as the ball of light makes it way high into the sky. You look up at him, smile as warm as the sunlight being cast on the two of you lean slightly to kiss his cheek.

“I guess this is cute,” you lean on his shoulder afterwards (pro number twenty-seven), and wrap your hands around his waist.

“Told you so,” he hums. You smile into his neck, because who would have thought star pitcher of the varsity baseball team, Jeon Jungkook would be into cheesy picnic dates and watching the sunrise?

“You’re cute,” you quip afterwards.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Jungkook, you’re my boyfriend.”

“How embarrassing.”

Moth to a flame - Jon’s POV on sailing through the romantic journey of the Jonerys ship in S07

I’ve discussed Jon & Dany’s mirroring arcs in great detail in what’s practically my Jonerys Thesis which ends at the worlds colliding and these two finally meeting. I got an amazing request to write a meta from Jon’s perceptive on him falling in love with Dany. So let’s take this season apart with a scalpel to explore Jon’s romantic journey in S07. Let’s start with the most basic premise - Jon doesn’t know Dany.  We need to put aside our understanding of her character and view her as a stranger, whose help he needs to save the North from a zombie apocalypse and everyone in his life packed him a nice baggage of prejudice before he left Winterfell. 

The Bias he starts out with: 

  • Dany’s father brutally murdered Jon’s uncle & grandfather and her brother kidnapped & raped Jon’s aunt to his knowledge. 
  • Jon’s father, Ned, fought in the rebellion to overthrow the Targaryens. 
  • The Northern Lords & his sister are sure he would be killed or burnt alive if he meets Dany.  
  • She sailed to Westeros as a foreign invader and the Westerosi expect a conquest as scary as Aegon’s in an already war torn, bankrupt and politically unstable country at the brink of a zombie apocalypse. 
  • Cersei’s ‘Mad King’s daughter’ propaganda is spreading like wildfire. 

Political differences: 

I talked about this in my Jonerys meta as well but the House values of Stark & Targaryen contradict in terms of avoiding the game to focus on the threats that winter brings vs dominating the game with godlike power of dragons. These values were only amplified when Jon joined The Night’s Watch, which completely avoids politics to focus on threats beyond The Wall and when Dany was left with the burden of ‘The Last Targaryen’ with sole responsibility & resources to restore her House’s honour. 

I will explore how this conflict in their belief system comes into play in most of their scenes until their goals finally align. But to begin with, Jon receives an order from Dany to come bend the knee, similar to the one Cersei sent him. The Starks have conflicts with Targaryens and Lannisters at a very similar level & Jon is at a place politically where he detests any political ambition other than protecting the realm from White Walkers considering how the “Game of Thrones” destroyed the realm and left it too weak to survive a zombie apocalypse. He doesn’t know all the good she has done in Essos or why people follow her, all he can see is yet another person who wants the Iron Throne based on their birthright. 

What draws him to her :

  • The North has no ammunition to fight the White Walkers & their army is too small. There is no hope for their survival come winter. He is motivated to meet her only when he realises that Dragonstone has abundance of Dragonglass & Dragons along with her massive army which could give them a fighting chance.
  • Jon personally doesn’t hate Targaryens. In the books it’s mentioned that many of his personal heroes from history were Targaryens and it’s natural to be fascinated by the presence of a dragon riding Targaryen after reading so much about them in myths & legends. 
  • He is terrified of the worst case scenario that could await him but the best case scenario is that she represents hope for life. She could just be harbinger of summer they need. After all, she is someone who returned dragons to the world, these magical creatures he had only read about & believed to be extinct. Not to mention that she commands the greatest amry in this sexist world, something almost every character who hears of her accomplishments is intrigued by. 


With all that in mind, let’s breakdown 7x03 - The Queen’s Justice - Strangers/Foes to Potential Allies

Beginning : There are three conflicting feelings he starts out with which stand in his way of a successful military alliance. 

  • Intimidation - After countless warnings and reminders of the magnitude of the danger he is putting himself in, the Dothraki seizing his weapons & boat makes him paranoid that he might be a prisoner. Drogon’s little welcome must have been terrifying for someone seeing a dragon for the first time & Dany’s introduction was too intimidating, regal & formal. 
  • Attraction - Jon was visibly shaken after seeing her for the first time and by Kit’s own admission, he wasn’t expecting someone so beautiful and of the same age. It added a positive note for a moment during their small talk. But maybe this pushed him to cling onto his other two emotional responses harder, since he couldn’t afford to have a crush at such an inopportune time. 
  • Bias - As soon as the difference in their political goals is introduced and she insists he bends the knee (my meta on both their perspectives on bending the knee), there is a rift between the two - coldness & formality - as they push each other’s buttons to get the other to submit & get behind their respective agenda 100% with no compromise. Not to mention, growing up as a bastard surrounded by arrogant Highborns & not knowing Dany’s journey and everything she went through to earn her titles, her claims make her seem like another privileged Highborn on a throne from his perceptive. 


Looking into the Mirror : Jon’s first attempt at pushing her buttons involves reminding her of the things her father did to his family due to which she can’t lord his ancestor’s vow over him. “Break faith? Your father burned my grandfather alive. He burned my uncle alive. He would have burned the Seven Kingdoms–”

I’m sure he expected pushback, instead she apologises “My father…was an evil man. On behalf of House Targaryen…I ask your forgiveness for the crimes he committed against your family. And I ask you not to judge a daughter by the sins of her father.” Not only did the apology shatter his first impression & bias a little but her her words mirror his own & appeal to who he is deep down as a person. ( Gif : @midqueenally)


Together : She extends an olive branch and offers him some hope that maybe he really can convince her to join his cause, “Together, we will save this country from those who would destroy it.” This is when Jon presents a counter offer of his own which backfires a little, “Because I need your help, and you need mine.”

Gaining Perceptive/Humanising Insight:

Despite Dany’s reminder of the size of her armed forces, Jon for the first time tries to gain perceptive on Dany & her moral compass in terms of why she doesn’t use her army to sack King’s Landing while still remaining mostly sceptical about her, “at the very least, you’re better than Cersei.” But Jon’s pitch isn’t very articulate and has two issues:

  • He makes her feel like he’s being condescending when he says, “we’re children playing at a game, screaming thatthe rules aren’t fair.” A mistake he soon understands when Dany tells Tyrion, “and now he’s calling me a child.”
  • He tries being direct, “Your Grace, everyone you know will die before winter’s over…” but as he talks about the army of the dead, he soon realises that he sounds like a mad man to these people but he sticks to it. 

In season 3, Mance Rayder told Jon that it was impossible to unite the Wildlings until, I told them we are all going to die if we don’t go down south.In every doomed negotiation, this is how Jon closes the deal but it doesn’t work at all with Dany. These two have an ‘unstoppable force meets an immovable object’ grade conflict and Dany tells him that she is not some naive Targaryen princess. She tells him about everything she had to go through to get where she is and why she has little to no faith in myths & legends. To her benefit, even Jon was sceptical about dragons until he saw one with his own eyes. Her candid disclosure of all her hardships, adds to a shift in his bias for a moment.

Undoing : Being backed into a corner by her & Tyrion into a political debate which is mostly handled by Davos, Jon clings even harder to his preconceived notions “I mean no offence, Your Grace, but I don’t know you. As far as I can tell, your claim to the throne rests entirely on your father’s name, and my own father fought to overthrow the Mad King.” Just like that she is once again ‘The Mad King’s daughter’ and he pushed away whatever insight he gained into her earlier when there was hope of forming an alliance. When she excuses them, the thought of being a prisoner returns and he walks away clinging harder to the intimidating & biased first impression. 

This is evident by his talk with Tyrion later when he’s brooding & regretting his decision to come to Dragonstone. “Everyone told me to learn from my father’s mistakes. Don’t go south. Don’t answer a summons from the Mad King’s daughter, a foreign invader. And here I am, a Northern fool.” At this point, he doesn’t see any hope for an alliance or any good in Daenerys as a person despite Tyrion’s advice that he should consider talking to the people on the island to form a more informed opinion on Daenerys or try a more reasonable approach to forming an alliance. 

Recovery & Jonerys Theme: This time Jon approaches her with casual conversation about something that fascinates him, like dragons and they do connect for a moment until once again their opposing political views come up. But what changes everything, is Dany’s peace offering, “I will allow you to mine the dragonglass and forge weapons from it. Any resources or men you need, I will provide for you.”

This is the moment when Jonerys theme plays for the first time, focusing on Jon’s face and you truly see something stir within Jon, “Thank you. So you believe me, then, about the Night King and the Army of the Dead?” It’s the first time ever in a while that Jon seems hopeful, for a chance for survival & an alliance. Considering the prejudices that he was clinging onto, the generosity takes him by surprise and in this instance those prejudices faint. He might not completely trust her, know her or like her but now he’s not clouded by the bias he began this journey with, which now leaves him with three things…attraction, hope & frustration that she still doesn’t believe him

Environment : It’s so interesting that when the tension develops & builds between these two, they meet in a dark throne room, surrounded by advisers & guards. Dany is sitting on a throne & immersed in her hardened queenly persona & he is a defiant & challenging warrior on a mission. The conflict resolves out in the open, yet they have privacy. The surroundings beautiful & bright, just two Targaryens watching dragons fly into the horizon as the sun sets. Dany gentle & Jon defeated, stripped of their hardened exteriors. What’s more interesting is that they both had to descend stairs in both these scenes, Dany descends from the throne to come down to Jon’s level in order to help him understand her and Jon descends stairs in the second scene to once again try to reason with her.

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