and only two weeks left of break

Mr. Min - Chapter 03

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 26,490 (whoopsy doodle)

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, abusive elements, breath play, punishment, a lot of demeaning names, high levels of assholery

Playlist - Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06

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Seek (Jungkook/Reader)

Hogwarts!AU Mini Series | One · Two

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Genre: Smut - Hogwarts!AU

Words: 10.8K+

Author: Admin Kaycie

Summary: This was, without a doubt, the craziest thing you had ever done. Roughly inspired by the Goblet of Fire.

Tags: Grinding, oral sex, fingering, etc. 

Note: To clarify any confusion, I am reposting my old fics from BGS/theofficialrapmom here on HOBI since I previously removed them from Tumblr. Please do not attempt to send in plagiarism claims, as I assure you, I am the original content creator. For any questions, please feel free to contact me privately off of anon. Anonymous messages in regards to the reposting may be deleted if deemed rude/hateful.


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5 Ways To Say I Love You || Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by rapnamu

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff


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It was the first week you had been dating Namjoon and you were enjoying it. He had asked you out a week prior and it was one of the happiest moments of your entire life. Without a second thought you had happily agreed, saying you wouldn’t want anything else, and you had never seen a bigger smile on his face then in that moment.

Namjoon had asked you if you wanted to spend the say with him and you had agreed, the idea of spending time with your new boyfriend sounding more entertaining than anything else you had planned for the day. So there you were, walking along the river side, the sun having just set in the distance and darkness surrounding you and Namjoon.

The stars were making an appearance in the sky and you couldn’t help it as you let a small yawn, stretching your arms up and into the air. You swore if you had stood on your tip toes you would have been able to grab a cloud and feel the fluff against your finger tips. It was a beautiful sight as the stars glinted off the water and reflected back into your eyes, and you listened gently as Namjoon continued to talk about something that happened to him a couple of days ago.

It was one of the most peaceful moments you had ever experienced, being here with somebody you cared so much about and being able to spend time together. You took a deep breath, turning to look at Namjoon and smiling as you nodded along to what he was saying. As the two of you continued walking, you found yourself getting more and more drowsy, the day finally catching up with you.

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5

friday, april 21 2017 ||

i keep forgetting that it’s friday…

since i’ve been slacking on posts and such, i took some quick snaps of my current bullet journal and am sharing them! it’s in a dotted notebook i found at tjmaxx and i’m so in love with it. 

i’ve had a full day of classes pretty much, just two hours of break between them over all. right after my last class gets out at 4 today, i’ve got to rush over to work for a six hour shift. i’m already exhausted and took a 10-minute “nap” before starting an audio lecture and taking these pictures. it was nice to just lay my head down and close my eyes for a few minutes. also it’s absolutely pouring today, and i think that’s the only thing keeping me in a somewhat cheerful mood, despite my exhaustion.

only one week left of classes and then i have finals week. I CAN MAKE IT. 

eeeeeehhhhhhhh here’s my instagram 

Surprises.

Heyy everybody, this is part 3 of my break story! Thank you all so much for reading my little series and sending me so many nice messages. Let me know what you think about this part.xx

She pushed him away with as much force as she could muster up and actually made him stumble a few steps.
“I have a boyfriend!” she exclaimed.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought because-”
“No!” she interrupted him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t ever do that again!” she yelled at the top of her lungs.
She opened her car door, went in and slammed it shut with force. Within seconds she left the parking lot and Tim standing there.
Tears welled up in her eyes, making her vision blurry and she knew she should stop her car and calm down because this wasn’t safe. But she wanted to get home and shower and wash his touch off.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She never meant to gave him the feeling wit was okay to kiss her.
The only person who was allowed to kiss her was Harry.
For goodness sake, she kissed him only a few hours before.
But the feeling of lips against hers that still lingered weren’t from Harry’s kiss.
Another man kissed her.
And even though she pushed him away and didn’t respond to his kiss she still felt guilty.

When she finally made it home she was properly crying with fat tears and loud sobs. She ripped her clothes of her body and took a hot shower. She stood underneath the hot water for at least half an hours, washing of the feel of his hands and lips on her.
She checked her phone when she went to bed and more tears fell from her eyes when she saw her lockscreen. Harry and her. Smiling so much that they weren’t able to kiss each other properly.
She cried herself to sleep that night, if she slept at all.


The next morning she woke up with sore eyes and slightly swollen cheeks. She hoped that everything was just a horrible dream but she knew it wasn’t. It was reality.
She just finished breakfast when her phone vibrated on the kitchen table with a text.

I’m in the hotel now. Everything’s fine. I miss you though. H

Her eyes closed briefly and she felt her whole body beginning to tremble.
She tipped back immediately, her fingers shaking so much she missed the right letters.

Can we talk?

She had to tell him. She couldn’t keep this from him.

Now? What’s wrong? Are you okay?

Now.

Her phone rung within seconds and even though she knew it would she still jumped at the shrill sound. She took a deep breath and hit the green button, lifting the phone to her cheek.
“Baby? What’s wrong?”
His voice sounded distressed and worried.
“I-”
A sob interrupted her and she had to brace herself on the kitchen table so she wouldn’t fall down.
“Darling, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.”
“H-He kissed m-me.”
Harry was silent, she heard nothing on the other end of the line.
“W-We left the restaurant and the d-dinner was fun a-and we really got along well. He walked me to my car and when he went t-to say goodbye he leaned in b-but instead of kissing me on the cheek h-he… kissed me on the lips.”
It took her forever to get the words out, sobs and hiccups interrupted her every second.
“Did you kiss him back?” Harry asked lowly and she knew that tone.
She heard it so many times before when some bloke tried to hit on her.
“N-No! I pushed him away immediately. He almost fell to the g-ground because I pushed him so hard and then I screamed at him that I have a b-boyfriend and that he shouldn’t do that ever again and left him standing there.”
“That’s my girl.” Harry chuckled after a moment of silence and Y/N couldn’t believe her ears.
“W-What?”
“Baby, there’s nothing for you to cry about. You did everything right and I’m very proud of you even though he deserved to fall flat on his ass. I swear if I’d be home right now I’d cut his tongue off so he wouldn’t be able to-”
“You’re not mad?” she interrupted him.
“Not at you. You didn’t do anything wrong. That bloke is lucky though that I’m not home or else I’d rip his legs out. And arms. And everything else.”
Y/N sighed relieved and a small smile took over her lips.
“Thank you. I was so worried you’d be mad at me and break up and-”
“Stop. Seriously, you have to stop with all your doubts. I love you more than anything and I’m not going to leave you. Yeah, I’m not a fan of this break but I think it really is good for us. Everything’s alright, okay? We’ll figure it out when I’m back.”
“Okay.” she whispered.
“Can you do me a favor?” Harry asked then.
“Yeah?”
“Stay away from that Tom asshole.”
“Tim.”
“I don’t care.”
She laughed softly and promised him she wouldn’t go near him.
“I have to go now, love. Think you’re okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t cry anymore, yeah? It breaks my heart.”
“I’ll try.” she laughed softly.
“I love you.”
“I love you too. See you soon.”
“Very soon.”
When she placed her phone down on the kitchen table she literally felt all the weight lifted off her shoulders. She was still shaking slightly but she knew it was okay now.
She also knew that Harry was probably planning how he could get back at Tim but she didn’t worry about that, Harry couldn’t hurt a fly. She knew he was probably killing that guy in his thoughts right now but that was okay, she was killing him in her imagination as well.
She honestly didn’t think Harry would react that calm. She expected him to say ‘I knew why I wasn’t happy when you told me about him’ or maybe ‘It was so goddamn obvious he would try something’. She even kind of expected him to be so upset and angry he wouldn’t have let her explain but instead hand up immediately.
But he didn’t. And again she noticed that something had changed since they started the break.
If that would have happened before the escalation two weeks ago Harry would have started screaming at her and in the end he would have left the house.
But his reaction showed that he wanted something to change as well. He was hurting too and even though it sounded strange, Y/N was glad. During all those fights and screaming sessions she was scared she was the only one who was breaking inside.
Even though she wasn’t quite sure what would happen when Harry came home she knew they couldn’t be without each other. That break showed them what they could loose. It showed that what they had was unique and special.
And it also showed that the love they had for each other was stronger than anything else. Y/N knew from the beginning that Harry was the love of her life. Harry knew it too, she was the one for him from the first date.
The only thing they were both scared of now was their future. Would it get to that point again where they had to take a break?



The next few days felt strange. The fact that she saw him and talked to him over the phone made her think they would at least text throughout the day but there was nothing. Still radio silence.
And even though it bothered her she didn’t want to text him first. She knew he was busy and had other things to worry about but she at least thought he would give her a little update on how everything was going.
She worried though. She was scared he forgot about her. She was scared he actually enjoyed the break because now that he was with a lot of other people he didn’t have to think about her and maybe he’d realize that he was secretly missing his freedom?


When she saw him on SNL for his first ever live performance of his single she was a crying mess. One, because she missed him so much and still didn’t hear from him and two, because she was so incredibly proud and three, because she stayed awake until the early hours of the morning. He smashed it. He was absolutely perfect.
And she felt so goddamn bad because she wasn’t there waiting from him when he came off the stage. She wasn’t there to kiss all over his face because she was even prouder than his mum. She wasn’t there.
He told her she should stop doubting his love for her but for some reason she couldn’t help it. She couldn’t help but worry when he wasn’t here and she didn’t hear from him and even though she knew that was the purpose of a break, her mind couldn’t do anything else but come up with her worst nightmares and her heart couldn’t help but break.

When she finally wanted to go to sleep she didn’t knew if she should text him. He knew for sure that she would watch it but would he want her to text him? Her fingers hovered over the keyboard of her phone for several minutes until she decided that yes, she had to text him.

You did so good. I’m so incredibly proud of you.xx

She turned her phone off immediately when she hit send so she wouldn’t wait another few hours for his reply and could get some sleep. Even though she probably couldn’t keep her eyes closed.


She got no reply the next day.
And the day after that? Nothing.
And on the third day she was a mess.
Tears sprung to her eyes when she checked her phone for the thousandth time that day and she still didn’t hear anything from him. She knew he was unbelievably, incredibly busy but…
Was she not important anymore?
Did he not want to talk to her?
Or did he just not see it?
Or maybe the little incident with Tim hurt him more than he would like to admit.
Even though Harry told her she should stop worrying she couldn’t. He made it pretty hard to.
If she wouldn’t have seen his face all over social media and on tv she wouldn’t have known he was still alive during the next week. She felt like she went back in time to the first week of being without him, whenever she had a free moment her mind would immediately wander to him.
Then it was all a blur. It was like she was numb. She didn’t know if she should feel angry or sad or maybe happy because he would be home in a few days. The truth was that she didn’t feel anything.
He told her she could call or text him anytime she felt the need to and to be honest she did need him more than anything but she didn’t try to reach out for him. He didn’t respond to her congratulating him, why should he respond to anything else?


When the fourth week of their break was over he didn’t come home. She knew he’d return that day but he wasn’t there yet. And he probably wouldn’t come. He didn’t tell her when he would land, didn’t ask her to pick him up, didn’t tell her he would come home straight away.
And he didn’t.
She spend another night in the bed they once shared alone. Without him. Without any sort of communication between them.

A loud noise woke her up the next morning, followed by a muttered ‘shit’. Her heart started to pound, her eyes frankly searching for something to defend herself. She got out of bed on shaky legs, grabbing Harry’s golf club which stood beside the drawer. She made her way out of the bedroom and down the stairs on tip toes, making sure she didn’t make any sound.
When she saw the all too familiar suede boots at the front door she knew she didn’t have to defend herself. At least not her body but more her heart. She placed the golf club down on the floor and made her way to the kitchen where she was greeted by a sight which used to make her tummy fill with butterflies but now she was feeling nervous in the most negative way.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked and was surprised herself at how cold her voice sounded.
Harry whirled around and stopped draping berries on the waffles he made, his eyes were wide with shock and his mouth agape.
“I-I wanted to surprise you. I made breakfast and-”
She interrupted him with a humorless laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Surprise me? I think you’ve surprised me enough lately.”
“What?” he asked with furrowed brows.
“I was surprised when I didn’t hear from you at all during the last two weeks, nothing to keep me updated. I was surprised when I texted you and didn’t get a reply. I was surprised when you didn’t let me know when you came home. I was surprised when you didn’t come home as soon as you left the airport.”
Harry was standing there completely dumbfounded, suddenly feeling insecure about what he prepared for her. He had no idea what was going on, thought she would jump into his arms as soon as she saw him. He thought she would love the flowers he brought her and the breakfast he prepared. That wasn’t the case, apparently.
“You… I… What?” he asked again.
“I don’t know if I want to see you right now, Harry.”

Broken Part One: http://imaginingbucky.tumblr.com/post/160710394889/broken-sign-on-the-dotted-line-and-everything

BROKEN PART TWO

Ten months later

The coffee shop that you normally went to every morning was closed for repairs. You had to go fifteen minutes out of your way to get your daily coffee fix.

It had been a regular morning. You woke up and made breakfast for the kids before sending them off to school. They only had a few weeks left before Christmas break. They were very excited about being out of school for the next three weeks.

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anonymous asked:

hi!!~~~ i never had read any haikyuu fics. could you please rec some?

hoo buddy you came to the right place. here are some of my all time faves:

Like a River Through a Mountain by skinnedkneedmisfit Iwaizumi thought he was destined to be the Very Best like no one ever was, until family circumstances cuts his quest for pokémon glory short. Years later, he earns his seat as the ground/rock-type Gym Leader in his hometown, but his life doesn’t really begin until he gets an obnoxious neighbor across the lake. or, maybe not the slow burn Pokémon au that we want, but the slow burn Pokémon au that we get. (oneshot, rated T, 32k)

Rough Draft by shions_heart Kozume Kenma’s a novelist tasked to write a romance into his action-adventure stories in order to attract more readers, something he has no idea how to do. At a loss, he recruits his attractive next-door neighbor Kuroo Tetsurou to assist him in experiencing what a relationship feels like. He should have anticipated the way things grow more complicated. (oneshot, rated T, 16k)

Read between the lines by wayward_stranger “You know, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whispered, turning around in his seat. Hajime narrowed his eyes at him. Oikawa had a sneaky look on his face, the same look he usually wore whenever he was about to do one of his powerful serves. “I think you’d make a pretty good Romeo,” he said. The Cultural Festival is coming up soon and Hajime’s class decides to perform Romeo and Juliet. However, Hajime’s plans of staying in the background and painting sets are destroyed once he’s chosen to play Romeo. And to make matters worse, that idiot Oikawa who pulled him into that mess has been cast as Juliet. (multichapter, rated T, 62k)

get rucked by dicaeopolis Oikawa’s feeling the tiniest bit lonely during her first week of college. Her next-door neighbors know just the way to make her feel better. (oneshot, rated T, 27k)

Retrograde by Reminscees Hajime’s father told her to follow three simple rules: no drugs, no drinking, and no cigarettes. Hajime ends up breaking all three of them in the first two weeks she’s at boarding school, and somehow manages to get a girlfriend on the way. (multichapter, rated E, 33k)

A Clipped Wing Doesn’t Mean You Can’t Fly by thornsword Hinata Shōyō has had only half of his left leg since he was ten, but after seeing the small giant on tv he decides that he’s going to play volleyball no matter what. Armed with a prosthetic leg and a whole lotta firepower, he keeps everything a secret so he can continue playing. Of course, secrets never stay that way for long… (multichapter, rated T, 11k)

When You Wish Upon a Star by emerald1963 Hajime has no idea how this situation is even possible, but he’s one hundred percent certain that it’s all Oikawa’s fault. Oikawa blames the aliens. The Iwaoi body swap fic that this fandom needs, if not the one it deserves. (multichapter, rated T, 32k)

you’re looking like you fell in love tonight by anyadisee “So, let me see if I understood this correctly,” Hajime says, slow and careful like he’s still waiting for some kind of punchline. “You want me to help Oikawa Tooru, a guy I barely know, because your boyfriend owes him a favor?” “And you owe me a favor,” Hanamaki adds helpfully. “That doesn’t even make any sense!”“Sure it does.” Hanamaki’s smile widens. “Issei and I are practically the same person by now, anyway, so whatever favor you owe me, you also owe him. And by repaying me, you are repaying him, and in turn he is repaying Oikawa. Think of it as, like, the transitive property of equality. A equals B equals C. A equals C.” “I know what the transitive property of equality is,” Hajime snaps. [in which iwaizumi pretends to be oikawa’s boyfriend.] (oneshot, rated T, 35k)

Rainbow Hanamaki slammed his hands onto the table. Fortunately, only the hotel receptionist gave any notice. “I get that we’re going to be performing at the world-famous Chicago Pride Festival tomorrow, but there’s a HUGE difference between supporting gay and actually being gay, okay? Especially when it’s your BEST FRIEND that you have a crush on, because that’s goddamn terrifying. ”Iwaizumi’s mouth fell open, because in a few sentences, Hanamaki had just summed up everything that had been building up inside Iwaizumi ever since he was little. (oneshot, rated T, 6k)

quiet and sad and happy by norio Sometimes, Bokuto would wait for Akaashi at early morning practice. Bokuto could practice by himself, of course, or jog a lap around the school. But he thought it’d suck for Akaashi to have to practice alone. If he waited long enough, the heavy door would always creak open and a ray of light would always shine into the room. (oneshot, rated G, drabble) (warning major character death)

this really isn’t the best representation of all the haikyuu fanbase has to offer i’m sorry i’m such iwaoi trash and have no self control but yeah ~em

Hard To Forget

Requested by: Anonymous
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Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 1.4K
Warnings: Angst, unrequited love/heartbreak, pre-smut, swearing

A/N: Based off of Kept Me Crying by HAIM
I hope this is okay, not sure if this is the type of fic the requester was expecting, but it’s what I felt was right

ModernAU

“You’re leaving?” you try not to sound hurt, but you can’t hide the disappointment in your tone,

“Sorry, doll,” Bucky says, pulling on his jeans, “I’ve got an early one tomorrow,”

“Oh… Okay,” you say, watching him get dressed and gather his belongings. You can’t think of anything to make him stay, so you watch him leave, “Drive safe,” you call from your bed,

You get no response, just the sound of your apartment door closing behind him. You sit up in bed, still naked and feeling vulnerable. Dragging your knees up, you wrap your arms around them and bury your head in your knees.

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The Wrong Side of Heaven Part Two (demon!bucky x reader)

Originally posted by veivirmorte

Summary: Bucky is a demon, sent to earth to kill a human. But when he meets her, he can’t exactly figure out why she was chosen to die.

A/N: PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK!!!

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: blood ritual, some fluff, a few swears

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Two weeks have gone by, and you and James have somehow developed a strong bond together, always joking about, laughing, giggling, sending each other texts during your breaks, going out on friend dates.

Bucky didn’t know where or how the friendship started, honestly. One day, he walked in to work, only to discover you had bought him breakfast and coffee and left your phone number on the coffee cup. So, naturally, he responded to you, buying a coffee and doughnut the next day. Thus sprout the friendship between you two. To say Bucky was excited about the progress was a complete understatement. He never expected you to respond to him in this way. But here you were, always happy and giddy around him.

One day, as he walked next to you after work hours, he’d caught himself wondering why he was sent to watch you You seemed innocent enough, right? You had been a good worker, had amazing family members, as you’d told him. You traveled a bit in your childhood. You were an all around good citizen to the world.

So why had he been sent to collect her soul? Were you in some underground cult that only his elder knew about? Bucky wondered these questions quite a bit over the weeks, but never received an answer from his higher power. You lived a normal life. You lived that typical white picket life that many people strive to do.

So why? What was wrong in your case?

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Prank Wars

Request Fic:  Bucky Barnes X Reader, Natasha Romanoff

Request Fic for @marvelandwinchesters927 care of @this-kitty-has-claws
Based off this video on YouTube.

Hope it’s everything you wanted, doll!

Summary: Bucky’s prank goes horribly wrong when he sets up his girlfriend.

Word Count: 2025

Warnings: Swearing


It was a fairly common occurrence around the tower. Bucky, skulking as only an assassin could, setting up another prank, usually aimed at Steve or Sam. Not Bruce, not anymore. Not after he’d Hulked out and nearly tore the tower down. Wanda could read him too well, and Vision was too self-aware. Tony had a tendency to retaliate in ways Bucky no longer wanted to think about. Sometimes Nat would catch one - though, after she’d threatened to shave his head in his sleep Bucky had toned it down with her. More often than not his pranks were aimed at you.

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Mute Part 12

Part 11

Genre: Mostly fluff
Words: 2,722
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Rape mentions (pls don’t read if this will trigger anything & also i’m here to listen if anyone needs to talk)
Summary: Bucky doesn’t know what to do when traumatizing events result in your witty remarks dying down to nothing.


“(Y/N), how have you been feeling lately?”

You took a deep breath, letting your body relax in the seat facing your therapist. You had been seeing her for about four months now, starting a couple of days after you put a pause on things with Bucky. Tony had set the meetings up for you, and he had said that this woman was the person he went to when he went off the rail from his own problems not too long ago. She was amazing at her job, he had said. And you couldn’t disagree.

You felt a genuine smile spread across your face as you nodded your head slightly in glee. “I feel great.” You informed her of how your nightmares that had occurred a couple of times per week now only invaded your sleep maybe every other week if you were stressed. You told her about how you were learning to lower your walls around people and about how you no longer needed to establish boundaries with your teammates. You told her about how you had been happier lately, learning to enjoy the little things in life that you had let go of before. You now felt excited when you smelt a surprise breakfast of pancakes being cooked while making your way to the kitchen in the morning. You laughed with your teammates at corny jokes and comedic movies. You participated in game nights and had fun while doing so. You started smiling, once again. And you weren’t the only one.

Bucky had watched you from a distance with loving eyes. In the beginning of your break, he had been miserable, and you could tell. You both were. But it had paid off. There were sleepless nights when you could barely breathe over your sobs and Bucky could barely think over the sounds you were making. There were times when you wanted to say fuck it and crawl into his waiting arms. But the two of you endured.

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I Need You [Chris Schistad]

Prompt: Chris and the reader break up after an argument. After weeks of not talking to each other, Chris loses it as he sees her getting cozy with some guy at a party, and is unable to hide his feelings for much longer.

Pairing: Chris Schistad x Reader, a little of Jonas Vasquez x Reader

Fandom: Skam

A/N: This is definitely not my best piece of writing, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. 

Chris wasn’t the same. He was cranky and moody all around. He didn’t want to go out or flirt with girls, as many of his friends suggested to soothe the pain. Very unlike him, Chris spoke to no one about the topic and spent every night of the first two weeks after the breakup at home. It soon became evident that the handsome heartbreaker was now, suffering from his very first heart-breake. 

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Check to the Heart (Part 6/?)

Bucky x Reader

Modern day Hockey AU

SUMMARY: You are the daughter of one of the greatest hockey players to ever play the game, now as owner of the Avengers, he is bringing your childhood crush Bucky Barnes to the team.  The minute he sees you in your father’s office, you can tell by the smirk on his face he hadn’t forgot about your crush either.  This is going to be fun.

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The night after the bake sale, you tossed and turned, unable to sleep.  Peggy’s words filled your mind and you knew she was right.   You assumed Bucky had some sort of feelings for you.  At least he did in the past according to Steve.  Why would he make so much effort to get back in your good graces if he didn’t feel something for you.   Plus he kissed you yesterday, just on the cheek, but still.  It had to mean something right?

You were set to meet up with the guys after their morning skate to wish them luck.  You would be sitting in your father’s box to watch the game.  Most of the spouses only showed up for a game every once in awhile but you were there every game.  Partly because it was your job, and partly because you loved the game so much.

After a lot of thought, you decided Peggy was right and you were going to take a chance.  You look at the jersey you were wearing taking in the Avengers logo, you’d hoped this would be enough of a hint for Bucky as to your feelings.   Wearing Bucky’s jersey would make a statement, not only to him but everyone else.  You hadn’t been this nervous in a long time.

Sitting at your desk you pick at your fingernails, the boys would be here any minute.   A soft knock on the door tells you that you were right.  “Come in”

Your two favorite men came in wearing matching grins.  They both plop down on the plush couch you kept in your office. “Well sweetheart, tell me how awesome I am so I can win this game.”

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elysiuminthedark  asked:

Only been in Bludhaven two weeks before I found Nightwing taking a break by my window. He looked a little rundown, so I offered him a snack and something to drink. He was grateful and left. It's been two months now and since then, I've had enough pitstops from Nightwing, Red Robin, and the rest of the Batfam, that I keep food stocked. Nightwing loves Chex Mix btw. #onlyinbludhaven

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- ̗̀august 21st 2017☀️ ̖́-
been enjoying my semester break for the last three weeks but now i’m back at writing my research paper 📖
luckily this one is much easier to get done because i actually know what i’m writing about. new semester doesn’t start until october but this piece of work is due at the end of september and since i’m doing an internship at my local high school next month (yay teaching) i pretty much only have about two weeks left to get this baby done. or at least mostly done. ☕️

currently listening to // 6/10 — dodie

ps: how do you post high-res pictures on tumblr?

On the Brink - Chapter 3

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Pairings: Lucifer x You

Warnings: Torture. Swearing.

Author’s Note: I erased half of this and re-wrote it, so I’m hoping you all like it! I think I got everybody with the tags, but if I didn’t please let me know. I definitely didn’t exclude anyone on purpose. Let me know what you think of this chapter - thanks!

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You and Lucifer were left alone for a week after that horrible torture session. It seemed that the King knew you would need a break to recover for more torture. The blisters on your feet weren’t anywhere close to being fully healed but at least you could now walk again. You weren’t sure how Lucifer’s wings were because he hadn’t offered to let you see them again, and you hadn’t asked. He still hadn’t told you where he had been for those two weeks or why he had treated you so poorly when he returned, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know. There was something different about him now and you weren’t sure if it was because of where he had been or if it was because of the torture.

It was on the fifth day of this blissful break that Todrick showed up. Tod was a lesser demon that had been tasked with taking care of your laundry once a month. Apparently Crowley had a distaste for soiled clothing. Tod was a slight little thing, with big round glasses and a prominent Adam’s apple. He always looked nervous and you supposed he should be. He was, after all, how your lotions and medicines were being smuggled in.

“Hey Tod,” You said, standing up from the floor where you had been laying in silence. To your surprise, Lucifer sat up on the bed with a curious look on his face. “Hang on, I’ll get the clothes for you.”Tod nodded, peering cautiously through the bars at Lucifer.

“So that’s him, huh?” He asked you, as though Lucifer couldn’t hear him perfectly.

“Yep, that’s the Devil.” You grunted as you stooped to grab the bloody, torn clothes off the ground.

“Huh, I thought he’d be more…just more, you know?”

Lucifer scowled. “I’m more than you’ll ever be, you pathetic little flea.”

“Take it easy,” You said to the archangel as you passed the clothes through the bars. “Tod is one of the good ones.”

Lucifer snorted, but you ignored him.

“Hey, we need some more of the burn salve.” You said to Tod in a low voice. “We’re running really low.”

“Already?” He asked, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.

“Yeah. There’s two of us now, see?”

“Yeah, yeah, I see. Alright, I’ll get you some.”

“Thank you,” You said, with real warmth in your voice. “You are amazing. I mean it.”

Tod stuttered and squeaked, “Y…you’re welcome!”

He turned and scurried away with the clothes in his hands. You watched him leave before turning around, intending to lay back down where you had been before. You stopped when you saw Lucifer smirking at you with a smug expression.

“What?” You asked warily.

“I get it now.” He said. “I see what you do.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You are just such a Winchester.”

“You keep saying that,” You growled, annoyance starting to rise within you. “What exactly do you mean?”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “What I mean is that you charmed that poor little freak into doing whatever you want and you did it on purpose. He’s so in love with you that he’d probably open the door and let you free if you asked him.”

“First of all,” You began. “No he won’t because I’ve already asked him. Second of all, he is not in love with me. And third of all, if he is, I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I’ve seen how you operate now, little Winchester.” Lucifer said, that smirk still on his stupid face. “You just charm everyone around you in order to get your way. I’m onto you.”

“Lucifer, I have no idea what you are talking about,” You grumbled. “I don’t try to charm everyone I meet.”

“So you’re trying to tell me that it just happens naturally?”

“That what happens naturally? That Tod just naturally liked me? I am pretty likable.” You retorted, your eyes flashing. “Besides, my natural charm and charisma clearly doesn’t affect everyone. You certainly don’t seem to care one way or the other.”

Lucifer’s smile seemed to flicker for a moment before the smirk was firmly back in place.

“And don’t you forget it.” He said.

“Oh trust me, Feathers,” You said, settling back down onto the floor. “If I try to charm you, you’ll know it. No one can resist the famous Winchester charm.”

You were expecting a witty remark, but all Lucifer said was, “Apparently.”

He was looking at you in an odd sort of way and you didn’t like it. You rolled over so you wouldn’t have to see him anymore and after a few moments you heard him lay back down. He was being so weird lately. This was the most he had spoken to you in days. And it was about charming people? Making them like you? So. Weird.


Crowley came for you on the eighth day and brought Lucifer again too. Your heart sank when you realized it was going to be more of the same thing. But you were shocked when you entered the torture room and instead saw Tod strapped down to the table. He wore a terrified expression and his eyes were rolling hideously in his head.

“This is Todrick,” Crowley began richly. “He’s the one who’s been washing your filthy, stinking clothes for the past eleven months, which I’m sure you already knew. He’s also the one who’s been providing you with medicines to help you heal faster.”

Adrenaline rushed through you at his words, but you couldn’t do anything besides stand there next to the archangel.

Crowley continued. “I’ve known this for a while now, but I let it go on. I was hoping I might make more progress than I have and I was being quite generous. But I’m done with that now. I need to know the location of the Hand of God device and you’ve got it up there in your little noggin, Y/N. So there will be no more medicines. No more clean clothes. But I’ll give you the choice of how Todrick dies. If you give me the location of the device, I’ll make it quick and clean. If you don’t, I will torture him for a very long time first and make you watch every second.”

You clenched your jaw against the scream that was threatening to come out. “No. I won’t tell you.”

“So be it.” Crowley scowled.It was a very long time before Tod succumbed to death. His shrieks were horrible and grating on your ears, but his hideous moans after Crowley cut out his tongue were even worse. He begged you to give up the location, pleaded with you, but you didn’t. So eventually he just took to screaming your name. You wanted to turn away and cover your ears, but you owed it to Tod to watch this. You silently vowed revenge on Crowley for this transgression as well as all the others, something you had done every day since your capture.

Once the demon was dead, Crowley had his mangled, bloody corpse tossed aside. He regarded you thoughtfully for a moment, then turned to his henchmen.

“Strap the archangel down.” He commanded.

“What? No!” You gasped. You turned towards Lucifer but there were three demons forcing his struggling form towards the table. You were grabbed roughly from behind to prevent you from running after him. “No!”

They strapped him onto the table and you stared at him. He looked back at you and you could see fear in his eyes. Your breath started coming in gasps.

“New deal.” Crowley said. “Either you tell me where the device is, or I’ll hack off his wings.”

The King stood next to Lucifer and picked up a Chinese cleaver from the table next to him. He grabbed at the air and yanked something hard. Lucifer cried out in pain and you knew Crowley had his wing in his hand.

“I…can’t.” You stuttered, your mind going numb.

Crowley sighed, raised the cleaver high, and brought it down through the air. It caught on something about halfway through his swing and Lucifer screamed. The sound was ten times worse than the sounds Tod had made and suddenly you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’ll tell you!” You screamed as Crowley brought the cleaver up again. “Stop! I’ll tell you where it is!”

You weren’t sure you could be heard over the screams Lucifer was still emitting, but Crowley heard you. He hesitated, then put the cleaver back on the table. You saw that it was covered in blood and you felt sick. Lucifer was shaking and looked like he was about to pass out.

“Interesting.” Crowley said mildly.

“What’s interesting?” You snarled at him.

“Well, you just let Todrick be tortured for hours without saying a word, but one little cut on Lucifer and you’re ready to ‘fess up. It’s interesting, that’s all.”

You said nothing, merely glared at him. Lucifer was gasping still, but he seemed to have to his senses somewhat. He was looking at you, his eyes hooded.

“D…don’t.” He said in a harsh whisper.

“Sorry.” You have him a small smile. You looked back at Crowley. “Well? How do you want to do this? Do I just blab it out?”

“Sure.” He said. “But I will warn you that if I get there and the device isn’t there, I will return and finish the job on him.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know if it’s there or not?” You responded hotly. “I only have the information that I was given! I don’t know if it’s actually there because you kidnapped me before I could find out!”

“If it’s not there, I will hack his wings off piece by piece.” Crowley reiterated, growling.

You sneered, about to respond when the door to the chambers was suddenly wrenched open and three figures sprinted through. The two demons nearest the door were vaporized almost instantly. It happened so fast that you couldn’t see clearly. The demon holding your arm snarled and let go, and you stumbled. You turned to see a small figure also advancing through the door and recognized her as Crowley’s mother, Rowena. Not good.

Taking advantage of your new found freedom, you ran over to Lucifer and started undoing his restraints. Maybe in the chaos you could free him and find a way to escape.

“Winchester…” Lucifer breathed.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me.” You said distractedly, tugging at the restraints. “Come on, we gotta get out of here.”

He gave you a half-smile and said weakly, “No, idiot. Winchesters.”

You realized he was pointing back towards the fray and you turned to see what was going on. It was then that you realized your brothers had arrived.

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04.05.2017 // Two papers done, only one left to do (draft is almost finished tho! 65/75 pages!) Then I do have to continue classes into June (in order to graduate early 😤) So after I’m finished with this semester, I get a break for two weeks (and I get my wisdom teeth pulled…ugh), then a super painful month of classes, then back to Germany! 👍🏻

FIC: “The Utterances of Storms” OMGCP, pre-graduation

Bittle, after laughing into his cup of tub juice for a good forty seconds, explains with only a little bit of a slur to his words that he’d need time—his mother would have to ship things and he’d need to bother someone named Katya for music.

Jack can’t hear what Ransom says in reply over the din of the party, but Bittle nods a couple of times and grins, cheeks flushed with alcohol.

It’s probably nothing.

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Shitty texts him in the middle of World War II in Europe.

dude get to faber asap

It’s not just the lack of exclamation points that makes him leave class early—something he’s never done before, and the betrayed look that Professor Shahabuddin gives him as he’s sorry-ing his way past everyone else in his row tattoos itself on the part of the brain where the ocean of his guilt lives. It’s not just the knowledge that Shitty has his schedule memorized and would never dare interrupt if it weren’t important enough to rattle the cage of what he calls “The Zimmerbeast” that spurs Jack into running across campus.

It’s the “dude.”

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Consider:

Lance wears glasses. Or rather, he wears contacts. Has since he was in third grade, but the kids made fun of him a lot for them to the point where he begged his mother to let him get contacts. After that, he only wore glasses late at night, when studying, so Hunk is the only one who know he has them.

When they left Earth, he had just put in a new pair of those ones that can last like a month. He had the case in his pocket, and, with Hunks help, managed to find a cleaning solution that was safe for them and him.

But eventually he can’t wear them anymore and he CAN’T SEE.

At first he doesn’t say anything, not even to Hunk, but then his shots start going wide and he starts getting hurt more and finally he breaks down and admits that he’s been basically half blind for like two weeks.

Cue an adventure to find an eye doctor in space, with Pidge lecturing him about proper eye care the whole time (as if he doesn’t know)

They finally find a guy and get Lance a new pair, these thin rectangular frames with blue edging and he comes out a little sheepishly, expecting to get teased, but the only response he gets is Hunk going, “Dude they have earth pizza here let’s go!”

Everyone goes to get pizza and Keith just kinda nudges him at one point and goes, “I like the glasses. They suit you”

He flaunts the damn things after that.