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Two Nights Stand Part 2

Summary: (Modern Au) After a bad breakup, your roommate insists that you need to a one night stand to end your dry spell. Following her advice, you have a bad one nigh stand with Bucky Barnes, but what happened when you are forced to spend time with him?

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1433

Warnings: This is vaguely inspired by a movie of the same name. In the future, the series will be having smut so be warned.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta.

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Credits to the gifs owners

You wake up scared, not because you had a nightmare but because you feel something heavy on top of you an arm. Lazily you open your eyes seeing the man by your side, you can’t deny he is really cute but you don’t want to be here when he wakes up.

Delicately you take his arm from the top of you and slips off of the bed, you are definitely not ready to have that awkward morning talk. What do you even say to someone that you just had sex but don’t want to see ever again?  It was nice to have your dick inside of me but I am going now, don’t forget to wash your sheets?

You don’t think so; carefully you retrace your steps trying to find your clothes. When you are dressed properly you try to get out, but his door is locked and you can’t find the key anywhere. You hope that this is not the beginning of a horror movie before you can try anything else you hear his alarm going off not leaving you to many options.

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Playboy, bad boy Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by namjoonie00

Series genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Description: Kim Taehyung, one of the nastiest human beings you have ever been associated with. You despite even breathing the same air as him yet he still somehow finds a place in your life.

note: Park Jimin will also play a major role in this series. Also, this chapter will have some Harry Potter references that are not absolutely necessary to the story itself. Enjoy!

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Damn it, I need you.

Authors Note: This was requested by the prompt:
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”  From the list of Prompts found HERE.
All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE
Warning: It is a bit sad, as you can assume from the sentence it started from.


He was never one to permit his emotions to show unless in the comfort of his own house, generally not even then did he grant them the opportunity to reveal very often. It was on rare occasions that you ever saw a tear escape from his precious eyes.

From the moment he received the call his body was diverted into an emotional panic state, he didn’t care that he was in the middle of signing his new contract; he didn’t care that it was impolite to answer the phone call. The minute he sensed his phone ringing he had an inkling something was wrong, something about the morning just wasn’t settling right with him.

He had left you this morning snuggled up to the warmth of the bed, he admired you peacefully sleeping, the way your hair fell messily around you, the way your hand stayed nestled under the pillow, and the way you bury yourself amongst the covers.

He had spent a little too long appreciating you this morning, he just couldn’t help it. When he did manage to wrench himself away from watching you peacefully sleep, he pressed to kiss to your forehead, whispering a swift “I love you” before forcing himself to leave the bedroom, gathering his things from downstairs before leaving to attend his meetings.

The whole way to the hospital all he could do was repeat the same sentence over and over again, “Please be okay, please be okay.” trying to hold himself together but failing as he shakes while trying to compose a text message to his sister. She was the one who always seemed to know what to do, additionally, she was also two hours closer than his Mum.

He did his best to hold it together while pacing around the waiting room, wearing the floors’ thin as he chews his lip, circling the small area without stopping to think twice. He didn’t know what to do, there was nothing for him to do but to wait for a doctor to tell him what was going on. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that you were okay, he needed comfort, he needed the reassurance that this morning wasn’t the last time that he would be able to admire you while you slept, he needed to know that all the plans the two of you had made weren’t going to be nothing but unaccomplished plans.

His eyes meet his sisters when she steps into the holding area, he doesn’t say a word, he just glances at her like a child who desperately needs to be held for a while. She doesn’t think twice before forcing him into a hug, his taller figure towering over her as she wraps her arms around her little, (not so little), brother. The minute he felt her warmth and comfort he allowed his emotions to flow, for the tears to finally settle, the tears he had been holding in since he got the call.

“I just want to know everything is okay. I knew something was wrong with the morning, but I didn’t think—I didn't—” He stutters, struggling to finish his sentence through his tears. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” He chokes on his own words.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a scenario with Shinee at cinema please?? ❤❤❤ I love this blog. It's the best!!

you got it bebs ❤ shinee hosting a movie marathon at home could also be found here!

onew:

  • staring at the giant glowing menu signs
  • it’s so beautiful
  • but 15,000₩ for popcorn???
  • back in his day they could have gotten two popcorns aND a drink
  • got curly fries instead
  • also in his pocket he has a ziploc full of walnuts he cracked at home practicing his ttakbam (forehead flick)
  • the previews started and he’s debating if it’s worth it to run out to get ketchup
  • nvm key pulled a bottle of ketchup out of his bag
  • he’s grateful but also key wtf
  • after the movie: they should get chicken / minho: is it srsly bc you saw an animated chicken SRSLY

jonghyun:

  • why is it always so cold in movie theaters?? 
  • they are people not perishable food items thx 
  • good thing he always keeps a sweater in his car… or 5 
  • does anyone else want a sweater???
  • hands them out like oprah 
  • yeah they mocked him but who wants his sweaters now??? 
  • shinee does (jong: you all smell like me now) 
  • a sniffle (ot4: *heads snap towards him* ‘ jong: what i have a runny nose) 
  • and two seconds later, wiping his eyes with his sweater sleeves: “okay well now i am, her grandmother diED in the first 10 mins of the movie!!!!”
  • keeps whispering to onew: “hey it’s lazy writing to kill someone to propel the plot *shakes him* are you listening?? they can’t just do that it’s lazy writing / onew: *gently places a fry into jong’s mouth* shhhh)
  • there’s a duck crane machine at the theater and he always gets one for sodam every time he goes bc he’s adorable (sodam: aw thanks baby bro / jong: *beams*) 

key:

  • wore shoes that are easy to slip off so he could sit cross-legged 
  • already singing the songs bc he looked it up beforehand 
  • is honestly blown away by the animation and keeps commenting on her hair bc it actually looks like hair!!!
  • cries a lot when tala dies and jong give him tissues and holds his hand to make sure he’s okay 
  • snuck in a fruit tart in a tupperware and is legitimately eating it with a fork and knife rn (minho: psst pass it over) 
  • makes everyone watch all the damn credits in case there’s a post-credit scene (taemin: key hyung i promise there’s not, all the lights came on) 
  • super triumphant when there is one and they all doubted him 
  • when they exit the theater he’s not glaring, it just takes his eyes a bit to adjust to the bright lights (jong: stop groping around it’s not that bad / key: you don’t know my pain) 

minho:

  • man he loves these huge reclining chairs 
  • they give him tons of room to stretch out 
  • leans alllll the way back 
  • o ya what a good thing 
  • was up late last night so he drank a red bull to tide him over bc last time he fell asleep and jong chopped him in the throat which was a super dick move 
  • jittery af now 
  • shaking his leg until taemin puts a hand on his thigh and says “stop it, your luck’s going to be shaken off” (”하지마, 복 떨어져”)
  • his jaw actually dropped when the giant crab started singing “shiny” 
  • who did this 
  • looking at the other members like “is this a joke” 
  • plagiarism 
  • one of those people who claps at the ends of movies  

taemin:

  • went to the bathroom during and since he was the most inwards, when he came back he sat on everyone’s laps for a sec before adjourning to his seat
  • now his back stings from being smacked
  • worth it
  • a little lost bc he was gone for ten mins but refuses to ask what happened
  • it’s okay he gets the gist
  • but he’s going to watch the movie at home bc it’s a good movie ok he gets what happened
  • bursts out the doors when the movie’s over like I AM
  • *breathes deeply*
  • MOANNNAAAAAAAAAAA
Strickler Tries his Best Pt. 1

Stab Dad, Dr. Mom, and Glow Son are all part of one dysfunctional family full of hunters, invaders, and medical practitioners.

In the end, it’s Strickler, lost in a world of halfling, impure, thrown out, stepped on, pushed away, hatred, betrayal, completely and totally longing of a place to call mine, who holds them together best he can. This is his family. He invaded it. And he’s going to take care of it, damn it all.

The Changeling Rules usually call for the monster to “take care of” the family they’ve been assigned.

But… he’d assigned them to himself, in a way. And doesn’t his care count as “taking care of”?


There will be days where he’ll make dinner before Jim gets home because he knows the boy had a test that day and was studying all night.

There will be days where he’ll pack lunches.

Despite his Changeling roots, he’s a Brit by nature, and his tea is by far the best brewed in the house. So a cup left on Jim’s desk while the boy has his nose up against the pages of his newest algebra assignment isn’t left without a mumbled thank you and a quick sweep against his shoulders with a larger hand. A brief, “best of luck, Young Atlas” on the way out, before he’s shutting the door.

There will be days where Jim will forget something he needs in his room, and by then Strickler knows their (their) house well enough to go in and find what the boy has left on his desk or in a drawer.

One notable occasion where a concert had been planned two months in advance. Claire and Toby raving about it. Jim talking nonstop at the dinner table. His mother had promised he could take the car, clearing up her schedule and going over the rules. Their strange dysfunctional family had been at peace for a whole week without a thrown knife or a spare punch. But the night of the concert-

“I’m sorry, hon,” Barbara will say, adjusting her scrubs. “I just… there was an emergency and they need extra hands-” To her credit, she did look horribly guilty. Strickler watched over the counter in the kitchen sipping his tea. He’d lived thousands of years. He knew how the teenage boy was meant to act-

“It’s fine, mom!”

… not like that.

“Don’t worry about it.” Jim handed her a lunch sack, smiling through the obvious disappointment dwindling around his face. And god, if he’d been changed right then, Strickler would have smelled his distress. All emotions had their stenches, and this one was always more of an oaky one. Like hops and ale and something from a pine forest. And a sour note that had always abused his poor senses. “I’ll… I’ll do something here. They have other rides. I already checked-”

“You can go with them-”

“Not enough room,” he cut her off. She fiddled with her keys. “They need you, mom. I’ll just… do something here! There’s that new superhero movie on-”

“You will not” Strickler said into his cup, “be watching that. My documentary starts in ten minutes.”

Jim gave him a look. Strickler shot him a fresher one.

“Maybe I can get someone to cover.” Barbara is fiddling with her keys again. Trying to work out her schedule in her head. But Jim just shook his head.

“Have a good shift, mom.”

“What would I do without you, kiddo.”

The pair says their goodbyes. Jim shuts the door. “So… documentary? Or am I gonna fight you for world domination or something…”

But there is another pair of keys pressed into Jim’s hand before he can turn around. And by the time he does, Strickler is already poised on their couch, turning on the history channel. “The parking break is sticky,” says the teacher, leaning back, barely looking at his (not) son. “Have it back by midnight.”

Strickler tries.

And honestly… he does a really fucking good job.

Jim will need to do more, at the end, to prove that he does appreciate what Strickler does for him and his mother. And I’m already crying about the fact that @bifacialler and I have actively discussed the moment he calls Mr. Strickler dad and it kills me every time.

Friends Part 2

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1265

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

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Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing

credits to the gif owner

Your Saturday was pretty boring, you promised yourself that you would clean your apartment and after getting ready for the party last night you really should clean this place. The floor of your room was full of clothes, you had a sink with a lot of dishes and you found an item of makeup in every room of the apartment.

You definitely need to clean your place.

Even knowing that you have to clean, you didn’t want to. You have one of the worst hangovers of your life, your head is pounding and you feel dehydrated. So here you are, lying on your couch texting Dan while you bargain with yourself to clean this place.

You try everything, if you washed your dishes you would reward yourself with a cup of hot chocolate, if you put your dirty clothes in the washing machine you could nap for a half hour but that didn’t work, so you stay on your couch all day.

“Are you still in your pajamas?”  You open your eyes, seeing Bucky holding a pizza box and some ice cream. You nod, you must have fallen asleep on the couch “Yes, they are so cute they have little bunnies on them.” He sits on the end of the couch, putting your feet over his lap “Did you eat something?”

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This Is Us- Chapter 13

Thanks to @Tammywt a terrific sounding board and all around cheerleader!

I broke this chapter into two parts– it got too long! I’ll need to keep chapters consistent between AO3 and Tumblr so revamped future chapter list at the end of this post.


Catch up on earlier chapters here 12, 11, 10 or by toggling over to the Master Fanfiction List


The promised early morning rain was moving on just as Claire and Faith reached the outer fields being used for the Quarter Day festivities.  It had been a muddy walk over but the sun would soon dry out the paths. Not that such matters had dampened enthusiasm amongst the crowds. It was approaching mid-day and the place was packed.

Music could be heard coming from several different areas over the the fields.  A small demonstration of traditional highland games was in full swing as were the various activities for children from sack races to sheep wrangling. Faith tried her hand at winning a goldfish with a ping pong ball. Faith (luckily) had a terrible throwing arm.  

Every now and then, they would catch sight of someone they knew from Lallybroch in the crowd. Ian tended to draw the eye with his unusual gait and Jamie’s hair and height made him easier to see. They didn’t go out of their way to greet anyone, though. Mindful of Jamie’s observations, they remained two lost in the larger crowd.

Claire and Faith checked out the various strength challenges, impressed by the size of the competitors. She watched participants tossing around massive hammers, stones and logs. Not for the first time, Claire found herself thinking about the national psyche of the place.  

How the games had remained the same generation after generation, still more or less using implements that were used then. Gooseflesh ran down her arms, these men, in kilt and boot, could have walked straight out of a rift in time.

From the corner of her eye she saw Faith standing in front of a cluster of women just as awe-inspiring as they readied themselves for a go and smiled for  there was progress writ on today’s fields, too.

“Good luck, ladies!” She cheered them on as she reached her hand down to Faith and moved her a safer distance from the action.  

After a time, they meandered through the crafts area, exploring everything on offer:  gloves and socks made locally, candles, honey, fine metal, leather goods, cheeses and vegetables of all kinds.  Nibbling samples and touching the knitted items as they went.

“Ooh…What’s it?” Faith asked on a reverent sigh after stumbling on a soft blanket in her favorite purple hue.

“Och, darlin’ ‘tis made from the finest alpaca, no’ more than 10 kilometers from here.” The squat man with a pipe hanging off his mouth proudly declared.

Faith pleaded with her eyes. Claire wasn’t certain if bargaining was part of the expected entertainment but her Uncle Lamb hadn’t carted her from hither and yon without teaching her a thing or two. By the time they were done she’d parted with £70.00 (down from £100).  

She watched as Faith hugged the bag containing her new lovey to her chest, careful to keep it out of the damp path but she caught her surreptitiously rubbing her cheek against the soft corner that peeped out of the top. She smiled, knowing she’d gotten the best of the negotiation.

The afternoon sun was in their eyes as they made their way over to the bleachers set up for the shinty game. Though by the time they sat, the sun was behind them. A light breeze rising as the afternoon lengthened.

Faith had spotted Jamie right away, of course, and then noticed Jenny, Murtagh, Fergus. By that time, though, Claire had spread out the little picnic lunch she assembled from the various food stalls. A tempting array of snacks had kept Faith content and her mouth too busy for idle chatter.

It was a coed game, that much was clear but Claire wasn’t entirely sure about the teams or the rules. The players were wearing t-shirts of varying plaid designs in muted colors with Slainte prominently displayed. It looked as if  Jenny and Jamie were on opposite teams.

Jenny had a wicked hook and didn’t shy away from muscling anyone who crossed her path out of the way.  The game was physical. The smack of the ball against caman audible as were the grunts and calls of the players. 

Claire watched for a bit and then concluded that whichever team Fergus was on, his only goal was scoring with a pretty blonde woman flirting right back.  

The game looked like it might be winding down. Claire finished packing their food away then asked Faith if she wanted to visit the ponies. Just then, Jenny got in a particularly good shot.

Claire heard an appreciative cheer behind her, followed by young Jamie asking, “Did Mum score?”

She looked over to see Ian standing hand in hand with his son watching the field of play. She raised her hand as he smiled his hellos at them.

Faith called out “Uncan!” and pulled Claire up, urging them to Ian’s side where she promptly offered her lovey for inspection.

“Och, verra soft!” Uncan dutifully agreed.

Then Faith and wee Jamie began inspecting some bugs underneath the row of seats behind them.

Claire and Ian were chatting, eyes off the field when a sudden yell and the unmistakable sound of a collision rent the air. 

Claire knew without looking that she would be needed. Wide eyes met steady ones.

“Faith?” She asked, even as Ian reached his hand out to the lass.

“I’ve got her. It’s no’ Jenny, she’s fine, I can see her still standing. Dinna worry, Claire. I’ll get the bairns back to the house. We’ll meet you later.”  

Claire spun quickly and, running onto the field, reached into her bag for the kit she kept on her person at all times. There was a small crowd gathered around the centerline of the field.

With all of the efficiency of a master drill sergeant she split the crowd and was down on her knees next to the three people splayed out on the ground before she had even registered what she was looking at.

A woman, red cleats, long blonde hair, startlingly green eyes, another woman, short brown hair, shorter skirt- no, it was a skort– and glasses, not moving and a man, naturally, Jamie.

There was that kind of muted murmuring that happens at sporting events when players are injured. Claire caught Jenny’s eyes and with a minimum of mostly non-verbal communication was able to confirm that the first responders had already been called. They were housed under a special first aid tent set up between venues. They’d arrive momentarily.

She only hoped Ian had gotten Faith off the field and looking elsewhere. If she saw her parents, she’d want to come see them. No telling what might happen but there were too many people around to want to risk having to pass off anything Faith might say as accidental.

She eyeballed Jamie. His problem was obvious, though treatment for him could wait. He had a cut along his thigh. It would need stitches. 

Red cleats was moving around but in pain, the skort was still flat out.  Claire thought red had a dislocated shoulder, skort undetermined.

Skort then. Her skin was gray.  A, B, C the three part emergency assessment vital to such situations.

Struck out at A - airway was compromised. She wasn’t breathing. Jamie was about to start chest compressions when Claire shot her hand out and stopped him.

“No, that’s– “ rather than explain she pushed at his body, understanding he was in the way, Jamie quickly moved to the side.  

Claire dug her hands up and under skort’s back and hoisted her into a half sitting position, her body braced against Claire’s knees as Claire’s arms came around to the front of the woman’s chest. 

Claire made interlaced fists just under her rib cage and then heaved for all she was worth, once, twice and a wheezing sound from skort told her she was on the right track, on the fourth squeeze a piece of rubber came flying out of the woman’s mouth.

Along with some water and what looked to be some fruit from lunch.  An audible, grateful wheezing inhale told Claire that she had successfully cleared the blockage. Color was slowly returning to the woman’s face.

“You are alright.” Claire told her. “That’s it. Just shallow breaths, in and out. You’ll feel a lot better in a minute.”

Jamie was on the woman the second he saw she was out of immediate danger. He handed her a wet towel for her face and checked the rest of her out, even as Claire was doing the same.

“Lass, are ye ok? Anything else hurt?” She gave a grunt of negation to his question, still trying to get her breath back.

On a smaller wheeze Claire heard her breathe out, “Jaaaymee-EEE” in a rhythm that obviously had a hidden message.

Jamie chuckled in relief and responded with an answering grin, “Gen-EEEEVA. Tell me true, are ye ok?”

Claire smiled recognizing Wall-E calls – one of Faith’s favorite movies. By  this point Geneva had readjusted her glasses and could see a bit better.

“Yes, Jamie, honestly I am. I borrowed my niece’s mouth guard, I guess I should have just skipped it?”

Jamie hugged her to him.

“Ye scarrit the hell out of me, dinna do that again.”

“Oof, get off! You’re a bloody mess and I just bought this skort!” She declared.

“Well, if I’m bleeding it’s because of you and yer wicked handmaiden -determined to take me out ye were! Between the twa of you and Jenny, I stood no chance!” Jamie pretended to be affronted.

Jamie was bleeding more heavily now. Claire quickly wadded up some bandages from her kit and pressed them firmly into Jamie’s leg.

He gave a grunt of pain.

She slapped his hand over the cut instructing, “Press here, hard, don’t move around too much.”

Jamie nodded at her but then turned to the other woman.

“An’ speaking of which, Geillie, how’s yer shoulder?”

Geneva gave a soft cry and turned her head around to find Geillis hurt though she had managed to sit up. Her eyes were closed and it looked like she was trying not to throw up or pass out. The shoulder needed tending.

Jamie crab crawled over to the woman.

“Geillie?” he asked. “Are ye ok?”

The woman’s eyes opened. She was clearly in pain but heard him.

“No.” She responded.

“Geillie?” Claire said to get her attention.

Her eyes shifted to Claire’s.

“I’m Claire I’m going to help you. You have a dislocated shoulder. Have you had one before?”

Geillie shook her head no.

“I know it’s painful but in just a minute or two you’ll feel much better.”

Jamie made to reach over and help.  

Claire put her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards, repositioning his bandages.

“You stay right where you are. Damned stubborn Scot! Did you not hear me before? What do you think you’ll accomplish bleeding all over the place? Sit still, apply pressure. We need to stop the bleeding. Geillie will be fine, Jamie. I will take care of her, ok?” Claire reassured him holding his eyes. When she saw he understood she turned back to attend to Geillie.

With Jenny and Fergus’s help, she soon had Geillie in the right position. It took  bit of maneuvering and two tries to pop the shoulder back in and she was sweating considerably before it was done.

“Oh, that feels much better!” Geillie said.  

Claire gave her a quick rundown on aftercare just as the first responders came onto the field. They transported everyone off the field back to the first aid tent.

Jamie had declined the recommended visit to the Urgent Care clinic in favor of Claire stitching him up right where they were.

The ladies would be transported although Fergus had offered to drive them to save the ambulance fees.  Geneva sat next to Geillie a comforting arm resting on her leg, the only part of her that Geneva didn’t think was hurt just then and waited for Fergus to pull up.

Claire numbed Jamie’s leg. There wasn’t a whole lot to look at in the tent so they all watched Claire work.

Jamie saw a small neat row of stitches appearing. Her hands automatically making the movements.

“Sassenach?” he began.

Her eyes came up.

“I…what ye did for Geneva? I dinna think I’ve ever seen anything like it.”

“I told you I was a doctor.” Claire downplayed but smiled when she said it. It had been nothing, every step drilled into her years ago.

“Aye, but there is a considerable difference between understanding something and knowing it. I wouldna figured it out in time. You saved Geneva’s life, Claire. I dinna ken how to thank ye for it but—”

Claire’s hands were still busy with the sutures so she contented herself with gently headbutting him and resting her forehead against his as she softly chided.

“Shh, you. That’s my job, it’s what I do.”

Jamie laughed as his hand reached behind her head and he pressed a lingering kiss of thanks and murmuring the same to her brow.

“Ladies? Shall we go, the car is just outside.”

Jamie glanced up, having forgotten that anyone else was with them. He watched as  Fergus ushered Geillie and Geneva to the car. His eyes locked on Geillie’s and she smiled sheepishly and waved as she left.

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Claire gently closed the door to the Laird’s room after making sure Faith was sound asleep and straightened her emerald green wrap dress a little as she turned.

She looked up to find Jamie ambling down the long gallery hall wearing a kilt with a blazer and a black Slainte t-shirt. The cotton worn and faded, it likely would feel soft as Faith’s lovey, she thought.

“Is the lass asleep?”

“Yes, but I’m sure a last cuddle from you won’t keep her up, she’ll be out again  soon as her head hits the pillow. We had a big day.”

Claire watched him make his way toward her.

Jesus, the way he moved.  

“Y-your– leg not troubling you?” Babbling tongue tied idiot! Claire admonished herself. 

“Nah, I was in great hands and it’s no’ in a place that chaffs.” Jamie smiled, continuing to come towards her in slinky strides, as much big game cat as man. Something about the plaid changing his walk or his balance.

Perhaps it was just her, Claire thought. For whatever reason, she was especially aware of his body and how it moved within.

She normally tried to forget how freaking hot he was. He was her daughter’s father. Period, end, finito.

From the very first, she’d felt that pull, but normally she could pretend it came from the pit of her stomach and live with the white lie.

Oh, but not when he was wearing that yum, no.

Now, she couldn’t help but be aware that the clenching in her body originated far lower down.

Claire made a funny humming sound in her throat as he brushed past her, the faded wool of his plaid caressing her hand.  She shivered at the sound his  heel made on the hardwood.

That caused him to pull back from the door just as he was about to open it. He turned his astonished gaze to hers and she could not hide her blush.

“Something I can help ye with, Sassenach?”

Jamie deliberately stepped in closer to her, rubbing up against her the tiniest bit. Not so much it was obvious but in a way that made her feel…why that ruddy Scottish bastard, he knew! He knew damned well how good he looked in his kilt.

A walking inducement to anyone with a pulse.  

Too flustered to do anything about it she tried to soldier on.

“Uhm, no. I’ll just go down and —” Claire lost the train of her thoughts as his hand came up into her hair, light as a butterfly.

He was watching her closely. Pinned under that deep blue gaze,  she had nothing to bluff with. His head moved closer to hers, she tried to move a little away but his body mirrored hers and followed where she led.

Aware of his mouth thisclose to hers, the sound of the soft rumbling noises he made, the smell of his soap, sandalwood and cedar. She tried to take a steadying breath but found herself panting instead.

“Sassenach?” Softly intoned on a whisper.

“What–what are you doing?”  

She swallowed and looked up to find him watching her closely. His face so close she could feel the exhalations of his breath. If she moved a fraction of an inch he’d come straight into her.

Claire stared hard at his lips, tender and just a little sunkissed. He hadn’t shaved in long enough that the hair was just turning from prickly to malleable.

How would it feel against her tongue? She wet her lips. 

He made a little sound that caused her eyes to lift up. He was staring at her mouth with as much intensity as she was his. An aching need spread through her.

She moaned a tiny bit imagining him leaning in with his body, trapping her solidly into the wall. 

Unable to help herself, Claire pushed all the way back imagining how it would feel, the cool plaster behind her, the heat of Jamie in front, pressing inward until their bodies were joined. 

He moved with her, but not pressing against her. He kept the sliver of space between their bodies. Oh, please!

His fingers traced her hair once more.

She squeaked a little and her lips parted as she shifted her weight on her tiptoes unconsciously reaching up toward his  just as he spoke.

“Just getting this out of your hair, Sassenach.” 

He said matter of factly and  handed her a piece of crinkle paper from a box that Faith had been playing with earlier.

Claire looked at his hand rather stupidly. Then she understood what he had said.

“Oh, oh. Well, ah.” She couldn’t seem to form a coherent thought.

“I’ll see ye under the tent, shall I?” A raised brow of dismissal as he stole into the Laird’s room to kiss his daughter good night.

Chest heaving, Claire tried to slow her heartbeats down as she slumped against the wall and sighed too loudly to hear Jamie collapsing against the other side of the closed door trying to catch his breath as well.


Chapter Updates: Chapter 14: Into the Mystic/Kiss Me;  Chapter 15: Like on A Date, Chapter 16: The Date (I think You Will Love This One), Chapter 17: Operation Lard Head, Chapter 18: Three Ravens 

Why Him? Pt. 5 (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Time Period: Modern (College AU, Soulmate AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6Part 7Part 8

Word Count:1,585

Warnings: Language

A/N: Oh, the drama!

Tags: @bjwrites @robotic-space @pietro-no

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You spent the next week avoiding Thomas, Alex, and the rest of the guys. On the days that you normally had lunch with them, you took your food in a Styrofoam to-go container and brought it back to your dorm. You avoided them in any classes you shared by coming in a minute or two late and leaving as soon as the lecture was finished. Thomas tried to get your attention several times during Washington’s class, but you ignored him and (if he persisted) Eliza would come to your defense. “I’ll make a scene, Jefferson,” she’d say through her teeth. He eventually gave up, watching you from his seat. You kept your head down and pretended he wasn’t there.

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anonymous asked:

How would watching horror movies with the wanna one members be like?

A/N: Personally, this was really funny to write because the first guys are so much like my boyfriend. We went to see Annabelle and he left me alone in the theater because he was scared. He literally waited for me outside for 50 minutes and would not come back.


Jisung, Daehwi, Jaehwan, Jihoon would all try to play it off cool and before the movie they would all be so manly and have an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry babe, I am here to protect you. These monsters aren’t even real or scary.” But then again 20 minutes later they are hiding behind your shoulder and screaming each time the “not scary” monster appears on the screen. Probably embarassed afterwards, but try to act as if they did it on purpose to make you laugh.

Sungwoon, Seongwoo, Daniel are all going to laugh about it. They may get startled each time the ghost appears or the climax of the scene approaches, but will laugh it off together with you. Probably would make comments all the movie to the point where you shove a fistful of popcorn in their mouths to make them shut up already. However, if they see you being scared, they will probably prank you later that night to scare you a little and laugh at you because you look so cute when you are scared. 

Minhyun, Woojin, Jinyoung, Guan Lin won’t talk too much because they will probably try to maintain their calm. They would look so relaxed and not fazed at all by the movie, but they would be screaming internally each time a scary scene is on. You won’t be able to notice unless you look at them and see them flinch and partially close their eyes when they hear the creepy music in the background. Probably try to laugh it off, but won’t agree to watch another horror movie with you in the near future.

Rob’s Interview with Howard Stern. Highlights’ (my notes):

  • Howard Stern: I like it (Good Time) …you were fucking edgy!
  • HS: When you were doing Twilight, were you kind of worried that you will get stereotyped like, you will never get this kind of role? Like Good Time, I mean in Good Time you played this fucked up criminal

Rob: I never felt necessarily typecast in Twilight, it was pretty different from who I was as a person anyway. I was like, it was not my default…

  • HS: There are so many fucking jerk offs in Hollywood. They grew up, did a franchise, made millions etc…
  • Co-host : Did you walk away from it or did you lock in?  

Rob: You probably would have been sued (to walk away)

…. I enjoyed the whole process. So few people get an opportunity like that, for 5 or 6 years, it was crazy.

… not at the first one, not at all (regarding the craze and mania).

… I thought it (first Twilight) was going to be a little cool movie.

  • HS: It took 37 million to produce the 1st Twilight. You were 21 years old when you auditioned.

Rob:  I came in right at the last minute.

  • “If you could teach yourself to gag”  - the trick to get yourself to cry when acting. He said he was unsure about his own acting skills.
  • He had to take half a valium to reduce anxiety before Twilight audition
  • Before Rob was born, his mom worked as a broker for a modelling agency.
  • He started modelling at 12. Signed on at 13 when that was the start of the androgynous trend, when he has “pretty girl’s breast”.
  • At 15, his dad motivated him to join a drama club after speaking to some girls at a restaurant with him.
  • He got expelled from a private “arty” school for stealing porn in school uniform, and selling them to his classmates.  “ I got so cocky” and tried to take the whole rack of magazines and stuffed them in his backpack without zipping.
  • He tried to make up a lie, and was given a choice to either call the cops or his parents. “Every one of his friend snitched on me”.  He sold them for 20 pounds each. “I liked stealing things and lying”.

https://youtu.be/Snk6mGGKH4M to watch a short cilp about this porn enterprise. or at the end of this post.

  • He stopped stealing after that. “Went to a school that was way worse than me.”
  • He recalled the first thing he stole: Snapping candy bracelets.
  • Also liked stealing security tags in alarm clocks, “get high on it (stealing)”.
  • His big role before Twilight was Harry Porter, after which he got into a play but was fired 5 days before opening, without knowing the reason.
  • Rob said he looked like a mess at the 5th Harry Potter premiere red carpet, because he was eating In and Out all the time in LA.
  • He was looking sweaty and chubby, and was probably the reason why people wrote in to protest when he got the role of Edward based on those red carpet photos.
  • For playing Salvador Dali, he had to wax his whole body. For masturbation scenes, he wanted to really do it only if it came as a surprise to people (not at their suggestion).
  • Twilight series are teenage films, he felt that teenage romance should be serious, not smiley and happy.
  • Producer highlighted the smiles, he highlighted the frowns on the script. They felt that he has gone too miserable.

https://youtu.be/NrB28374Ggo to watch how he almost got kicked out for that.

On Twilight craze and Fame:

Rob:

  • Goes in waves, not being able to walk down the street is “pretty nuts”
  • No one is looking at you, and if they are looking, they are not seeing the same thing. 

HS: Is it fun or is it a headache?

Rob: “Both. It is definitely a ride, but I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“… I wasn’t ready for that kind of evaluation (the intensity while also dating your co-star).”

HS: Do you think it is inevitable, is it advisable to fall in love with you co-star? Good thing or a bad thing?

"On the first Twilight, it was very different. Later on, people noticed the difference, you upset many people, you suddenly have the power and you don’t know what it is.“

  • Rob did therapy years later *when the movies ended*, had to know that the previous life doesn’t exist anymore.
  • At 26. He was feeling secure up until the last one. “Impossible to think you will repeat yourself.”
  • He had a massive freak out at the first Twilight premiere. He was embarrassed by he interview he did, promoting it like an indie. He left and ran out and left the country. “I’m done” and stayed 6 months away.
  • He renegotiated after that.

About Good Time and filming in New York

  • “If you made yourself grimy enough, you can escape being noticed”
  • He would love to get caught doing that (sell porn) now
  • He is very, very happy about good reviews on Good Time
  • It is going to take him 10 years after the Twilight series, to come up with other movies. Meantime, he tried all different angles (of movies and acting).

About Superhero movies    

  • To do one, you have to sign up for 8 movies. He cannot do it, after 5 movies with Twilight.
  • Because it is a commitment to work with a huge machine.

About acting method, and learning accent.

  • Multi-impression. Everyone is from Queens. Very specific dialect. He picked it up by immersing himself with his co stars who are all from NYC.
  • Connie is, ”He’s just a narcissistic psychopath” instead everyone commented that “he loves his brother so much.”

About Fifty Shades of Grey

  • He hasn’t seen it.
  • “I know the writer of the book. Met her a Chateau Marmont, just as “a lady from England”. I was forcing her to tell me every one of her fantasies.”*laughs*
  • That role  “just needs to work out too much”
  • HS : Do you go to gym? “One week on, 3 months off”.

About dick, fights and endorsements

  • “Very hard to confront a guy who is trying to take a picture of your dick.”
  • Rob’s last major fight was when he was 18,19.
  • Rob was looking like a punk with a half-shaved head in Toronto at a bar. Met a guy who is half a foot taller, taking pic of him. *He smacked that guy*.
  • Turned down a multimillion dollar deal to be the face of Burberry. “How did you find that? That is crazy…” he asked HS
  • HS :Why accept endorsement deal with Dior?

Rob: “… I always tried to avoid from being put in a box. Burberry being kind of British, always known to not wanting to be known as British (keep it vague). Dior was less vague as British.”

About audition, music and relationships. ·        

  • He goes in audition as a character with an American accent
  • HS : Do you play music?  He could “fool people for about a minute and a half,” learned guitar from listening to Van Morrison. playing basic F, C, G, E chords, kind of have 8 little run..
  • HS: Song writer? “2 years to write a song.” 

HS: Well your fiancé is…

HS: “Well you’re engaged, right?”,

Rob: “Kind of…”*laughs*

HS: WHAT? You the “Secretive with relationship guy…protective”? …I never get that, I think part of the fun being with a woman is march around with her.

  • HS: The woman…you are with, FAQ?….“Yeah, she is amazing yeah…FKA Twigs…she is like super talented…Totally different one”.
  • HS: Do you call her like FKA?…”Call her…yeah Twigs basically. That was her nickname
  • HS: “I wonder if you’ll get married.” …*LAUGH*
  • HS: “It is hard decision for a guy like you. You can have anyone.”

Rob: “I don’t know about that…Not really.”

“…Being an actor, it ACTUALLY kind of narrows things down…  you get kind of paranoid. Most people may think they want a relationship with you. Then they realised, this is not what I want AT ALL. There is a big imbalance in the relationship.”

About trolls (online)

  • “They are professional trolls. Addicted to wanting to cause hurt and pain. Most difficult thing. They are faceless enemy. Nuts, random names. Different countries somewhere. Fake to them, real in your life.”
  • “Like you know there is one room in your house, where people talk nasty things about you. When you are down, you start listening to the whispers.”
  • (If you attack) you are feeding it. You feel less powerful, like attacking your reflection in the water. You’ll look crazy. 

About working with the Safdie Brothers and Academy award

~ See Josh’s instagram vidoe below. I couldn’t transcibe properly“ LOL

Rob : “Just do what I did…bla bla bla bla. *quick hand movements*

  • “I am just so happy that people liked it (Good Time).”
  • “ I just knew something was going on.”
  • “That is how I always try to get jobs basically. No one is going to know your taste better than you.”

Rob said “I will forgive you (the trolls)”, if they watch Good Time over and over again.

>>>The full interview was 1 hour. Talking about his “relationship” 5 minutes. The bulk of it was Twilight, auditioning, Good Time etc.

A post shared by JOSH SAFDIE (@booger_nose) on Jul 25, 2017 at 7:57am PDT

10 things you might or might not know about me 🌻

(Yes, this is cliché but it’s midnight and there is a mouse on my roof keeping me awake)
1. I graduated this year (“Abitur”) and will start to study political science & philosophy at university in 2018
2. I am from a small town near Frankfurt, Germany by the river Rhine
3. I am vegan (for 4 years now and I’ve never eaten meat nor fish in my life)
4. I’m desperately trying to get good at drawing so I can paint fan art
5. I read at least one 50k words fanfiction one shot every day because I ship pretty much everything and anything
6. I am obsessed with Formula 1, winter sports (especially Ski Jumping) and the Olympics
7. I play the piano, classical guitar/ electronic guitar and I used to play the violin as well but it got too expensive (I’d love to play again, though)
8. My favourite TV shows are Fringe, How To Get Away With Murder, Sense8 & Lost // my favourite movies are the Harry Potter films and Inception
9. A part of my family is from Spain and I wish I was better at Spanish
10. I’m pansexual 🌈
11. My favourite bands are Neck Deep, A Day To Remember, The 1975, The Front Bottoms and in general just post-core/punk pop-rock

(Turned out to be 11 and I hope I didn’t rinse anyone with cold water with those.
All the love, Johanna.)

Yugyeom Smut - This Much

Genre: Smut

Pairings: Yugyeom x You


Words: 2844

Warnings: Strong Language, Fingering, Body Worship

Summary: Yugyeom has been really busy lately and decides to make it up for you one night.


Author’s Note: I am sweating right now because of this :P I just hope you all enjoy it.

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Your phone rang under the table next to you. You paused the movie you were watching and reached your hand to grab it as you sit more comfortably on your bed…the bed that was always empty. “Is it him?” you wonder as you open the chat window. It was indeed Yugyeom. Another promise that he would arrive home early, just another one to ad to your list of broken promises.

You got up to make some popcorn since you started to feel sad by how much you missed your boyfriend and food always made you feel better. He said he wouldn’t take long, but he should have arrived decades ago. Yugyeom was working hard because of his comeback. You knew how dedicate he was and you admired his talent and love for his job, but you missed those nights were you always fell asleep watching movies, in the arms of eachother. Now you barely sleep together since he arrives so late, and most of the times stays over at the member’s houses.

When your cooking was finished, you got back to your room to keep watching that boring movie that wasn’t helping you to forget about your boyrfriend.

Suddenly the movie starts to get into the scary parts, making you think about turning on the lights, since you always had them off to watch movies, but you never watched horror movies without Yugyeom next to you so it was making you feel uncomfortable.

You got up and when you were reaching to turn the lights on, you hear a big bang from outside your room that made you shiver in fear. You instantly turned the lights on and paused the movie, sitting on your bed, waiting for something to happen.

You waited a few seconds and since nothing happened you just thought it were probably the neighbours, so you kept playing the movie, now with the lights on.

-Jagi, are you here? - Suddenly the door opens and a big and tall figure enters your room, making you scream, terrified, and throw at him all the pillows and stuff around you.

Then you realised it was just your boyfriend as he bursted into laughter at your weird reaction.

-Yugyeom?! - You jumped on the bed and back to his arms as you hugged him, happy to see him at an early hour and still kinda of scared by what just happened.

- Baby, did I scare you this much? - He looks at you with his bright smile as his arms were still around your waist.

- I was watching a scary movie and wasn’t expecting you to get home so soon… - You blushed, looking away, embarassed. 

You always tried to show your strong side to Yugyeom when you watched horror movies, since he is never scared at any of those, but he always knows you are just trying to keep a though image and always holds your hand and kisses your shoulders during those movies to calm your feelings. As he wasn’t there when you were watching it, it was hard not to get scared.

- You were watching movies without me… - He pounts at you and you let go of his embrance, laying in bed again, looking at the television.

- You are never home, lately! I need to do something to entertain myself, don’t you think? - You said sarcastly as you took some more popcorns.

- Y/N, I am so sorry… - He sits next to you. - It’s been crazy lately and I know you are right, that is not an excuse for always missing all of our plans. - He looked as sad as you, and you knew he was serious. He missed you as much as you missed him, and in the end it wasn’t anyone’s fault, so you couldn’t blame him.

- I understand. I just miss you. - You looked away one more time, yet, you knew he was smiling at what you just said.

You feel him getting closer, laying in bed with you and grabbing your chin softly, to make you look at his eyes.

- You have no idea at how much I miss those lips. - You got a bit shocked at Yugyeom’s words, but he didn’t gave you time to respond, as he pressed his lips to yours, giving you a sweet kiss, slow and loving.

-Just the lips? - You smiled between your kisses and Yugyeom looked surprised at you.

He took the remote out of your lap and threw it to the ending of the bed. As you were already laying, Yugyeom got in top of you, positioning himself between your legs and running his hands up and down your naked thighs as you were just wearing one of his baggy sweatshirts.

- How come you look so sexy in my big clothing? - He stopped the kiss to look at your cloded body.

- I like to wear them when you are not here. It smells like you. - You smiled, happy to have Yugyeom again with you.

He kept caressing your thighs, but this time, he went further, sliding his sweatshirt up your legs till it was over your belly, giving him the full view of your lacy underwear.

- Ohh babygirl, you know you kill me like this… - He ran his tongue around his lip, already going crazy just by seeing you in panties.

You knew Yugyeom was crazy for langerie, any kinda of one. It was his biggest weakness, and you decided to wear that in that night just in case he didn’t arrived as late as he is been doing it the last two weeks. It was a miracle, but it happened.

You wrapped your arms over his neck to bring him back to kissing you, but that didn’t stop him to explore your whole body as if he was hungry for you. You could tell just by how needy his hands were that he wanted something else, and he was more than ready.

He finally took his sweatshirt off of you, and stopped to look at your body, once again, making you blush and avoid making eye contact. Yugyeom grabs your chin again, to make you look at his eyes.

-You know how much I have been missing you? - Before you could respond, your boyfriend grabs gently your hand and places it over his already big bulge, that you could feel even over his pants, - This much.

You sighed at his words and at the idea of how hard he was just by watching you in underwear. You were just as horny as he was right now, and you wanted to satisfy your thirst for him, that you have been holding the last few weeks.

You pulled him again for a more rough and passionate kiss as you managed to take off his shirt and unbotton his pants.

-Babygirl…we have all the time now, let’s take it slow. - He grabs your hand when you were trying to take off his pants in a hurry.

You couldn’t take anymore foreplay, you just wanted him inside of you, and all his subtle teasing was making you go insane just at the thought.

He started to kiss your neck, then your collarbones, while squeezing your boobs, making you let out soft moans in his ear.

- You know I love your langerie, but I think right now it’s getting in the way. - He unhooked your bra and smirked as he got to see your boobs again, after some long weeks.

Then he went full on it. Kissing them, licking, sucking, massaging, everything he could do with it, and he was driving you crazy by this time. 

-Yugyeom… - You begged for his mercy. Usually you loved foreplay, but since you have been missing your boyfriend so bad you couldn’t even wait anymore.

- You are really desperate aren’t you? - He laughed at how needy you were for him.

Yugyeom got on his knees, still standing between your legs, to take of his pants, really slowly, just to kill you a little more.

As soon as his pants touched the floor and he was now only in underpants in front of you, you got on your knees as well, kissing him and rubbing his dick, softly, over his underpants.

He sighed and laid his head back at the feeling, but he quickly gets on top of you again, laying you on your back with him on top.

- No, babygirl. Today, it’s just for you. - He winked and started kissing your body again, leaving your breasts, to start to kiss your belly, and then your thighs.

He was giving wet kisses on your thighs as you moaned at the feeling of him between your legs. He then planted some kisses over your still clothed pussy, making you squirm under him.

Yugyeom finally decided to take off your panties, throwing them to the ground next to the rest of your clothes. 

Before you could even think in what was happening his head was already buried between your thighs.

-Yu-Yugyeom… - You moaned when you felt that long and slow lick he gave on your folds, making sure to not miss a single spot.

-Yes, baby? - He asked teasingly, looking to you, over your legs, to see your sexy and desperate reactions.

You just grabbed his head to lead him and to get some support as he kept licking and kissing your wet pussy. You forgot your own name when he decided to start humming, while sucking you, sending vibrations directly to your folds and clit, and making you squirm even more in pleasure.

-I missed your taste. - He said, while he was still eating you, making it feel even better.

As if it was not enough, your boyfriend stopped, just a second, to insert a finger in you and curl it before you could even react. He got back to his buisness, sucking you and fingering you, this time. You were almost drolling, with your head laid back and closed eyes as you gripped Yugyeom’s hair with your fingers.

He then took his finger off of you and replaced with his tongue, to start tongue fucking you, as he reached for your lips with his finger filled of your cum, to place it on your mouth, sharing your sweet with you. 

You gladly obeyed, licking his finger, while moaning at the feeling of his tongue inside of you.

-Baby, I can’t take no more. - You squeezed your legs trying to get him to stop as you were about to cum for the second by now.

Yugyeom wasn’t satisfied with his job and was determined to cotinue, so as your legs were getting in the way, he just grabbed them both and bent them so your knees were almost touching your nose. You couldn’t see him now, but felt him go down on you again as he drawned himself in your pussy again. You started to moan at the rough way he was sucking your clit, and those sounds were making him go crazy. 

Now you couldn’t do anything, since he was making you stay still by grabbing the inner part’s of both of your knees with his hand. All you could do was grab the sheets and moan your boyfriend’s name. He always made sure to satisfy you to the fullest, but never like this. You were loving it but you just couldn’t wait anymore.

-Yugyeom, just fuck me already! - You screammed as he started to insert two fingers in you, this time, while biting your folds softly. Those words just slipped off your mouth, and you turned red as you understood what you just said.

Yugyeom stopped, letting your legs go from his grip, and looking at you in surprise. You didn’t know what to do, so you just covered your face with your hands in embarrassment  . You just never said anything like that to your boyfriend and never thought to.

You felt him spreading your legs and positionate himself between you again, taking your hands away from your face to give you a slow and passionate kiss.

-I would love to. - He finally responds, stopping the kiss to look at your eyes, smilling and thinking in what you just said.

He didn’t expect you to ever say those things, but those words made him so much more hard for you that he was affraid to wreck his underpants, so he just ripped them off.

- Tell me how much you want it. - He grabed his dick and drew forms on your folds with the top of it, causing you to squirm and moan even more. - I will only do what you wish.

- Please … I want it really bad… - You begged, as you bit your lip looking at his naked body, right in front of you.

Yugyeom laughed a bit, finally entering you and attacking your lips once again. He went full on, slow, but deep, as much as your insides allowed him to go.

He let out a deep grunt, followed by a slow moan of yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, helping you to taste him again has he rocked his hips in yours, really slowly… and so amazing.

He was usually more rough with you, never to the point of hurting you, but to the point of making you experience full pleasure. This time, he was taking you slow as if he was trying to show you how much his love for you was intense and sweet. 

- You make me feel so good… - He stoped the kiss to look intensely in your eyes as he went even deeper and slower, just sharing eye contact for a few instants.

-Yugyeom… - You moaned in response, bitting your lip again as he found your g-spot and kept working on it.

Yugyeom could not help himself but to touch your body again, running his hands up and down, giving special attention to your boobs and your thighs, that you knew he was crazy about.

-Ahh… you are gorgeous. - He sighed in a really deep voice, feeling himself close to his orgasm.

You weren’t far away as well, but yours was almost the fourth…? Fifth…? You didn’t even knew how many times Yugyeom as sent you to heaven, since, today he was making sure to give you all you desired and even more.

He took himself completly off of you and then entered really slowly till his balls were squeezed to your pussy.

-Babygirl, you are thightning even more… - He closed his eyes and bit his lip as your walls clenched around his dick.

Your long moans were now desperate, going crazy by the amount of pleasure you were feeling from this new experience, since you and Yugyeom never made love like this. And it was amazing.

Your boyfriend didn’t control himself to make the last three thrusts, fast, hard and deep, cumming just a little before you did. Your and his cum were now mixed together inside of you.

-Jagi… - He laid next to you, exhausted by the best orgasm he ever had and happy to be there with you, sharing this moment.

You could barely move a muscle, so you just smiled and looked at your boyfriend, to find those sweet eyes of him, looking at you in a very sweet way.

-You treat me so well. - You laid your head in the crook of his neck, as he played with your hair.

- No one makes me feel as good as you do, Y/N. – He kissed your head.

You met his lips, to a really slow and loving kiss, as both of your tongues danced together.

-What about we watch a movie? I want to cuddle with you the whole night. - He grabbed you close to him as he smilled.

-Yes! But first, I better take a shower… - You laughed as you looked at your dirty sheets, with stains of Yugyeom’s cum still on it. - And we should clean this as well.

Yugyeom looked away in embarrassement. And you kissed his cheek, getting up and heading to the bathroom.

-I am going shower with you, then. - He got up as well and followed you, supporting his arm in your shoulders.

-Just to make sure, we will NOT watch a horror movie today. - You closed the door behind you, as soon as you and your boyfriend were inside the bathroom.

-Don’t worry, I’ll protect you. - He laughed and helped you enter the bath.

You turned on the water and waited for him to come in as well, and as soon as he did, he grabbed you by the waist and gave you several cute pecks.

-You promise? - You looked at him in the eyes.

-I do. I will never let you sleep alone again. – He kissed you one last time.

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may 13th, 2017.

ten o’clock.

ten o’clock and there’s a knock on thomas’s door; he assumes it’s james, even though he told him he’d be fine. stands up, walks over, sighs.

outside, just past the doorstep, alex shifts his weight on his feet, still looking down. what are you doing? why are you doing this? if anything it’ll make the whole situation worse.

thomas mentally prepares himself for the now-usual “just go home, everything’s okay” as he fiddles with the chain lock on his door. turns the doorknob, hoping this will be over with quickly, and opens the door.
and it’s not james.
“alexander?”

alex’s head darts up. eyes wide, he takes his hands out of his pockets.
he takes a deep breath.
“i know what you’re thinking, but please listen to me. just for a minute. i did some things i definitely shouldn’t have done. i said some things i definitely shouldn’t have said. i’ve worded things wrong, i’ve deleted entire drafts before revising and improving, i’ve stayed up all night typing, i’ve made dumb decisions. i know. but i’m not here to explain and try to make what i’ve done seem okay, for you to forgive me, or to pity me. i’m just here to tell you that i know what i did was wrong. we haven’t talked face to face in a while. i’m sorry about that… and i’m sorry if coming to your door makes the whole situation worse, i thought about that. but i’m here anyway.”

he pauses. thomas’s expression is impossible to read. and he doesn’t stop to try and read it. he drives on, scrapping every version of this speech that he’d practiced in front of his mirror for days. none of it seems worthwhile now.

“i know you weren’t expecting me, sorry for the unpleasant surprise. i’m so horribly sorry for absolutely everything i’ve done. i had my shit together for a while, i somehow got myself into a decently stable relationship. time slowed down for a bit. next thing i knew i was hit by a big "i’m going away.” i thought i was safe. i thought i wouldn’t have to be hurt anymore. i thought that asshole was out of my life forever but out of the blue you fly away, and i was stuck. i was stuck knowing that he was going to text me, manipulate me, make me think things that weren’t true. and guess what? that’s exactly what he did.

“no, it’s no excuse. i should’ve been able to say no. it’s a fucking two letter word for god’s sake. but no, i didn’t. i screwed up, bad. time was going by faster than it ever had before. i barely had time to take a breath and think about what i was doing. that’s why i fucked up. i couldn’t think about what was going on. i know i—”

his voice cracks. don’t cry. don’t fucking cry.

i know i fucked that all up. i’m sorry i hurt you. you don’t deserve to be hurt by anyone. i don’t deserve you, i really never did. i can’t believe i did something like that, that’s not how i am. but it happened. i know it did. i’m not trying to ignore it or pretend it never happened, i’m just- lost. i don’t know what else to do other than come here and try and explain that i hate what i’ve done, and i’m just. trying to get over it and the only way i can get over it is by telling you to your face that i know i screwed up. texting you wasn’t real enough, you could say. so here i am, telling you that i’m a dick. that’s all.”

thomas considers telling alexander to leave. that he doesn’t have the right to do this — but the fact is he’s crying. tears clinging to his eyelashes, staining his cheeks.

and he’s right back in february again.

right back at the cafe. caught in the rain. back at the museum. at the movies. outside alexander’s apartment.

he can barely breathe.

some part of him forces him to stay in the present. to remember the countless nights he’s spent within the past month hiding under a sheet of intoxication. all because of alex. all because of what he did, and how he handled it, and—

and does this make up for it?

does this begin to make up for it? no. but it’s better than silence.

it’s so much better than silence.

there is so much more to you — he’d told alexander that just two nights ago, without fully remembering just how much more there was to him. every kiss, every joke, every late night they’d spent talking about nothing and everything. he’s there again.

and there aren’t any words for it.

there is only alexander, and everything he is.

shaking, barely stifling sobs, he takes a step forward, just past his doorway, and pulls alexander close. holding him so tightly for what feels like the first time all over again. everything falling back into place.

alex’s arms are still stuck to his sides, thomas pulling him close. eyes still open in shock. is his mind playing a trick on him? is it friday night and he’s dreaming? probably.

but it’s not. it’s all too real. thomas’s heartbeat. his arms wrapped around his body. alex’s entire body shaking. he’s not crying, but his face is strained with a you’re about to cry pain. confusion floods his brain. this isn’t what he was expecting. his eyes shut, turning his head so his forehead is against thomas’s chest.

“i love you.”

thomas’s words make it real. choked through sobs, barely there. they make it all real. he must have said them a hundred times before, before all of this, but it’s as if this is the first time they’ve meant what they were supposed to mean. and he loves him. he knows that. no if, but, probably, or maybe. he doesn’t even think about letting him go; he could stay here forever. tears fall past his cheeks onto alexander’s hair.

“i love you.”

alex’s mouth is dry, throat sore. he can’t even make out an “i love you” back. he just pulls him as close as he can. never letting go. never forgetting this feeling. the cold air from the front door of the building not far from his back, where he thought he would end up.

“go home alex, i can’t do this. i told you. i can’t forgive you. please, go home.”

words he thought would hear before the slam of a door, his heart sinking and tears rolling down his cheeks, the feeling of absolute rejection.

but no, instead replaced by something completely different. something he wouldn’t even have dreamed of happening.

thomas rocks slightly on his feet, holding alexander so close, heart aching with the burden of the past month and a half being lifted from it.

there is a line often used to describe moments like these, and that line is “the rest of the world melted away.” thomas had always thought of that expression as terribly cliché. overused. meaningless.

in this moment it is anything but. surely, absolutely, there is no one else in the world except for him and alexander. everything has been put on pause. there is only this. only their arms wrapped so tightly around each other. nothing else matters. and he loves him.

alex chokes out a sob, hot tears rolling down his face. it’s setting in. the final realization.

he forgives him.

he forgives him.

he can see him again. he can think of thomas again. he doesn’t have to move on anymore. there’s nothing to move on from. no shattered relationship. he can’t focus. it’s unbelievable. he doesn’t know what to do, let alone what to say. if he can even say anything. he never wants to move. he wants to stand here, cool air blowing lightly behind him.

a chill in the night air gusts over the two, and thomas comes to his senses, opening tear-fogged eyes to the world around them.

“god, i’m—”

he pauses. breathes. laughs lightly, almost bewildered, taking a step back. “i’m so sorry, it’s…cold.” and it’s just like any other night while being anything but all at once. his eyes meet alexander’s, asking the inevitable question, even though they both remember the last time he was in thomas’s apartment.

alex can’t say anything. he’s standing there, eyes staring up at thomas. his head nods. barely processing everything that’s going on. time is flying, one thought soon being drowned out by the last.

thomas still can’t seem to stop crying completely; blinking back stinging tears, brushing them aside. one arm still around alexander, leading him inside, mind still spinning — alexander, who broke his heart and put it back together again. who he forgives. after everything. a month and a half of trying to heal on his own, and alexander does it all for him in moments.

he closes the door, and stops, hand resting on the doorknob. eyes dropping to the floor, a trace of a sad smile darting across his face. his voice quiet when he speaks. “there’s so much i want to say to you, and i have no idea how to say it.”

alex smiles softly; a smile of relief, in a way. he sighs, realizing he’d been practically holding his breath the entire time.

“it’s okay,” he whispers. it’s all he’s really capable of doing at the moment. “thank you.” he says, wiping his face with his sleeve. leaning against thomas, his head against his arm.

thomas rests his head against the top of alexander’s, eyes falling closed. “likewise.” there is so much he has to thank him for. so much he’s shown him. he’s quiet for a moment, taking everything in; memorizing every inch of alexander all over again. he’s forgotten too much.

alex shakes his head, thinking about everything that’s happened in the past five months. how insane all of it has been. his eyes open and he laughs under his breath, “god, i’m tired.” he admits, wiping his face again and messing with his sleeve.

“stay,” thomas suggests, glancing over towards his room. he knows how significant of a suggestion it is. it’s a risk. the nights they’d spent together months ago were intimate; it had been at those late hours that they’d shared so much with each other, fallen even more in love.

he blinks, looking back at alexander. “if you want to.”

alex pulls his hair out of his face, then letting it fall back. “that would be nice.” he says, looking down. it’s somewhat embarrassing, for a reason he can’t quite explain.

thomas’s breath catches, heart stopping. he doesn’t know what to say. the unspoken words between the two of them are almost tangible. unspoken for good reason. there is no way to put any of this into words. with the same impulsive motive, he leans forward, eyes falling shut, and kisses him, pulling him close.

alex’s eyes widen for a moment, not fully catching on to what’s going on. then his eyes quickly shut, arms wrapped around thomas’s waist. his heart pounding.

thomas tilts his head forward to deepen the kiss, arms draped loosely around alexander’s neck. and for a moment, there he is again, at alexander’s doorway back in february, kissing him for the first time. he knows this can’t go any further; he can’t. not yet. but he pushes that out of his mind.

a long moment passes before alex breaks away, looking down. swaying his body side to side, shifting his weight. his mind is completely jumbled. none of it even feels real anymore. he looks at his shoes, tapping his toes up and down silently.

concern flickers across thomas’s eyes; he takes a step back. “i’m sorry.” his voice is barely above a murmur. “you’re tired — this is all happening really fast.”

alex’s head darts up. “no-!” his voice cracks awkwardly,, “no. don’t be sorry. i just don’t want this to get… carried away, you know?” he says, looking to the side.

thomas nods somewhat rigidly, a lump forming in his throat. “i know, i—we should wait. i’m not—we’re not—" he stops himself from stammering on any further, shaking his head. “you’re tired,” he repeats, his eyes not meeting alexander’s.

“i’m tired,” alex confirms, looking over at thomas’s room. “are you tired? because we can stay up if you want.” he asks. his hands move down to the bottom of his sweatshirt, messing with the loose strings. 

thomas shakes his head again, looking up. “it’s late.” he reaches for alexander’s hand, cracking a small smile. “we’ve got so many more nights to stay up.”

“you’re right.” he looks up at thomas, taking his hand. he yawns, slapping his sweater sleeve to his face. “let’s go before i fall asleep while we’re standing here.”

thomas laughs, the first real laugh he’s managed in a while. holding alexander’s hand in his, he heads to his room, opening the door for them both. and god, there are so many thoughts spinning in his mind he’s not sure how he’ll be able to sleep.

but the man he loves is at his side. staying with him again, holding him again. come morning, he’ll wake up next to him. they’ll have the whole day together. and the day after that, and after that.

and nothing bad can come from that.

Little Avenger - 2

Pairing: peter x reader

Summary: living with the avengers leads you to start a few new relationships. Bucky finds a family in you and peter, well he wouldn’t tell.

Author’s Note: this one is just plain cute. This part has the introduction of peter and Bucky finding the reader like a sister. It’s all fluff. it will have a couple of parts so, you’ve gotta be patient. hope you like it!

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1903

PART - 1, 3, 4, 5, 6

Originally posted by thorsodison

You were sleeping better than a baby. How long had been since you had slept? You had something soft to lie on? Since you had such nice warmth? The faint creek of the door made your eyes flutter open. You stood up the way you were taught to, your hands were at your back and you faced a startled Natasha.

‘at ease, soldier.’ She smiled. You scrunched your nose and changed your posture. ‘I am sorry, if I woke you up.’ She sat down and patted the space next to her.

‘no, you didn’t, mam. I am trained this way.’ You sat down and put on your glasses.

‘mam? Seriously? Call me by my name. you will be living with us now; you are a part of the team.’ She kept a hand on your shoulder.

‘old habits die hard, mam.’ You rubbed your arm and she chuckled. ‘you wanted something?’

‘yeah, but, I won’t tell you until you call me by my name.’ she crossed her arms over her chest.

‘okay,’ you rolled your eyes. ‘what do you need Natasha?’ you mumbled.

‘couldn’t hear ya.’ She teased.

‘why are you here, Natasha?’ you said properly.

‘great.’ She grinned. ‘I just came here to tell that dinner’s ready,’ she stood up. ‘let’s go.’ She opened the door. You fixed your appearance before following her.

Everyone was sat at the table. Thor and Steve were chatting and laughing while Clint casually chimed in, Sam and Bucky were kicking each other under the table, Wanda and Pietro were arguing about something in their tongue and Bruce and tony were debating over a piece of paper tony was holding. You smiled seeing the childish behaviour of the mighty heroes.

Your eyes suddenly fell on a boy sitting by himself, he was looking visibly awkward and bored. He seemed to be roughly about your age, maybe older. He was looking around until he locked eyes with you. you weren’t the one to shy away and smiled. He smiled a little before looking down again. You hadn’t realized how good looking he was until now.

‘welcome to the circus.’ Natasha whispered and snapped you out of your thoughts.

‘here’s the squirrel!’ Clint declared and everyone looked at you.

‘squirrel?’ you furrowed your brows as you and Natasha joined the others.

‘well, you know how you stuffed all those weapons in there.’ Wanda pointed at you.

‘oh,’ you blushed a little.

‘quit staring, peter.’ Natasha smirked and looked at the boy.

‘I was not!’ peter defended himself and you chuckled.

‘so, when can I get my stuff back.’ You looked at everyone.

‘whenever you want.’ Tony tossed the paper aside and Bruce shot him a glare.

‘I’ll take it after this then.’ You said as you drank some water.

‘what are you going to do with it so early?’ Steve asked.

‘I’ve got to train, with my powers and the weapons. I don’t want collect rust now, do I?’ you smiled.

‘ah, mighty little warrior we have here.’ Thor grinned and so did you.

‘can I ask something?’ you set your spoon aside.

  ‘hell yeah.’ Natasha drank some water.

‘you are iron man,’ you looked at tony. ‘you’re the black widow.’ You looked at Natasha. ‘who the hell are you?’ you looked at peter and received a bunch of laughs.

‘what?!’ peter chocked on his water. ‘oh, I’m Spiderman.’ He smiled.

‘ooh, that’s nice.’ You smiled. ‘what’s your name?’

‘peter parker, yours?’ he looked at you.

‘(y/n) (y/l/n).’ you smiled. ‘I guess I’ll leave.’ You stood up.

  ‘already?’ Natasha looked at you. ‘yup, I’m not sleeping right now though, I will practice with my swords first.’ You placed the chair back. ‘good night everyone.’ You smiled and left for the gym.

 ‘peter…’ Natasha said suggestively as she noticed him looking at you again.

‘oh god, I wasn’t’ he covered his face.

‘you were staring, spidey. Don’t lie.’ Sam grinned.

‘alright! Let’s just leave it aside, bye.’ He left.

You had lost the track of time and realized you had been training for two hours straight. You sat down and drank some water. You loved the feeling you got after training, you could feel a great energy surging through you.

‘you haven’t gone to bed by now?’ tony walked in as he rubbed his eyes.

‘I was just about to leave, sir.’ You looked at him.

‘no need to call me that, kiddo.’ He sat beside you. ‘this is pretty heavy.’ He picked your sword. ‘don’t you fall along with it?’

‘I did at first, but then I made it my bitch.’ You took the sword.

‘Steve would love to have you around.’ He muttered to himself.

‘why?’ you said as you packed everything.

‘you’ll know,’ he stood up. ‘go to sleep!’ he said a s he walked out.

You slung the bag and case and left the room. you were walking in your room’s direction until you heard someone noise. You shrugged it off at first but then heard a louder one. You walked in its direction and noticed it was coming from a room. you hesitated before you knocked.

‘are you okay, sir?’ you knocked.

‘go away, kid.’ You heard his voice and realized he had been crying.

‘I will once you tell me you are okay.’ You said through the door.

‘go annoy someone else!’ he shot back.

‘I won’t!’ you said in an irritated voice and sat cross legged in front of his gate. ‘I am not leaving until you open the gate, sir! I am fucking serious!’ you crossed your arms over your chest.

He took in a deep breath, wiped his face and opened the gate. The nightmares were plenty and now, you. He looked right and left with furrowed brows.

‘over here.’ You said with a smile.

‘what do you want?’ he asked in and irritated tone.

‘you all to be happy. I just wanted to know that you are okay. And if you are not then I can help you.’ you said.

‘go to sleep,’ he sat down with you. ‘no one can help me.’ He looked down.

‘that’s not true, time doesn’t heal but it does make you stronger.’ You tried to soothe him as you read him. he noticed your eyes had turned black.

‘don’t.’ he pointed a finger at you. ‘I don’t want anyone in my brain.’ He crossed his arms over his chest.

‘then just tell me, and if you don’t want to, come with me.’ You stood up.

‘I am not telling you anything.’ He stood up with you.

‘then follow me.’ You picked your bag and case. ‘and don’t try to lock the door or anything. I can pick locks with ease.’ You walked in the direction of your room.

‘ugh,’ he groaned. ‘be nice to everyone here, Bucky.’ He imitated Steve. ‘punk forgo to include a psycho teenage girl.’ He thought.

‘heard you.’ you faced him. ‘wait here, and don’t run away.’ You said before closing the door. He carefully tried to sneak away. ‘don’t!’ you shouted from your room. he groaned and leaned against the wall.

‘come,’ you came out with a giant box and changed clothes.

‘you are able to hold that?’ he looked at you.

‘I am hella stronger than I look.’ You held the box in one hand and flexed the bicep of you free hand with a fake proud face. he finally smiled a little. ‘yay, I made Mr. grumpy pants smile.’ you smiled and he shot you a glare. ‘uh-oh, I made him grumpy again.’ You muttered.

‘the hell are you taking me?’ he finally said. ‘I am really tired, kid. Can’t you just let me ‘help’ myself.’ He looked at you.

‘trust me, will you, sir? And my name is (y/n), please stop calling me ‘kid’.’ You walked in the common room. ‘aha!’ you set the box on the table. ‘please sit down.’ You turned to him. he rolled his eyes and sat on the couch. You took out your laptop and inserted a CD in it. you then took out two fluffy blankets and tossed one at him. ‘make yourself comfortable,’ you grinned as he examined the blanket. ‘I’ll be back.’ You headed to the kitchen. You came back after a while. ‘hot, hot, hot.’ you chanted as you left the cup and made it float. You landed it on the table.

‘what are you doing?’ he asked. 

‘shh..’ you hushed him and he rested his head on the couch. You started the film and sat back grinning. ‘this is ‘the hitchhiker’s guide to the universe’ I love this movie. I watch it whenever I need to laugh.’ You wrapped the blanket around you and over your head. Bucky snickered looking at you. ‘what? You’re the one who’s got it wrong. wrap it like this.’ You looked at him.

‘the fuck I won’t.’ he stated.

‘would you like a girl hitting you and making you wrap that damn blanket?’ you glared at him.

‘you won’t.’ he said deadpanned.

‘the fuck I will.’ You said innocently.

‘fine.’ He wrapped the blanket like you.

‘now, enjoy the movie.’ You grinned. ‘and here,’ you offered him the mug and a spoon.

‘what’s this?’ he took it.

‘pot brownie.’ You said and his eyes grew wide. ‘just kidding, its brownie in a mug, try it.’

‘it’s good.’ He said as he ate.

‘glad you liked it. know hush, the movie’s on.’ You both turned to the little screen in front of you. You heard him laugh for the first time, he seemed to be enjoying the movie and his thoughts were much calmer.

‘hey, kid.’ He nudged you.

‘what?’ You looked at him.

‘thanks.’ He smiled before turning to the screen again. ‘feels nice to be treated well.’ He mumbled.

‘get used to it, I am here for a while. You guys are my family now,’ you smiled.

‘what?’ he looked at you.

‘ohana means family, family means no one gets left behind.’ You grinned.

‘you’re an idiot.’ He muttered.

‘I am an adorable idiot, I assure your sir.’ You said.

‘stop calling me sir, it feels weird.’ He said in an irritated manner.

‘you started it by calling me ‘kid’ sir.’ You tried to suppress your laughter.

‘okay, (y/n) don’t call me “sir”.’ He said calmly.

‘then what shall I call you, sir.’ You grinned.

‘call me Bucky, dum-dum.’ He rolled his eyes.

‘okay, Bucky as long as you don’t call me kid, I won’t.’ You said.

‘deal, now shut up, I wanna watch this movie.’ He concentrated on the screen.

You both didn’t realize when you fell asleep. Bucky’s head was rested on your shoulder and yours on his head. Steve walked in the room to find you both passed out in the position. He couldn’t help but laugh. He quietly clicked a picture but the sound of the snap made you both wake up. You stood up with your hands at your back, while Bucky looked all confused sitting on the couch.

‘I slept here?’ he rubbed his eyes and yawned.

‘not only that, you both were looking like baby owls. Look.’ Steve shoved his phone in Bucky’s face.

 ‘you will delete this.’ He threatened him. Steve snatched his phone back.

‘nope, I will forward it to everyone.’ He grinned.

‘the hell you won’t, punk.’ Bucky stood up.

‘oh, I will.’ Steve ran away as Bucky chased him.


hollywoodreporter.com
'Kingsman: The Golden Circle' Cast Talks Nicknames, Elton John on 'Conan'
Colin Firth, Taron Egerton, Halle Berry, Channing Tatum, Jeff Bridges and Pedro Pascal joined the TBS show in San Diego.

Colin Firth, Taron Egerton, Halle Berry, Channing Tatum, Jeff Bridges and Pedro Pascal joined the TBS show in San Diego.

Conan O'Brien wasted no time trying to get spoilers from the cast of Kingsman: The Golden Circle on Thursday night.

The cast of the upcoming Kingsman: The Golden Circle joined the host during his week of Comic-Con shows to get to the bottom of the big mystery of the sequel: How is Colin Firth back?

Firth, Taron Egerton, Halle Berry, Channing Tatum, Jeff Bridges and Pedro Pascal did their best to avoid the inquisition.

“Why the hell are you here tonight?” O'Brien asked Firth, whose character was killed in the first movie but according to the new film’s trailer, appears again.

“I am under instructions to confess nothing,” Firth insisted. “I’d like to posit the theory that I am just in the trailer.”

Firth also commented on working with Elton John, who appeared in the film. “I haven’t actually considered he’s a real person until I met him. He’s larger than life.”

The cast also shared their characters’ nicknames in the film, all named after drinks. Tatum was proud to be Tequila, but Bridges wasn’t a fan of his name, Champagne, “so I tell everyone to call me Champ.”

Berry even dubbed O'Brien “Aperol Spritz,” a nod to his orange-colored hair.

Earlier in the day, the cast showed off footage from the upcoming film in Hall H, which included a chase scene starring Egerton and his foe. Director Matthew Vaughn appeared during the panel via video message.

The film, hitting theaters Sept. 22, follows the Kingsmen who go to Kentucky after their headquarters across the pond is destroyed. Firth’s character Harry, thought to be alive after the first film, returns, but the actor kept mum about his role this time around.

Upcoming Watchalong Dates

OKAY. I’m going to try to start doing this ahead of time again, since my next couple months are going to be busy, and I’ve been getting requests on movies. So this is just a way I am keeping track of all of those. 

ALL OF THESE ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE BASED ON AVAILABILITY OF THE MOVIES / EPISODES. Thank you for your understanding!

MARCH 2017

  • March 25: Desolation of Smaug Extended / Star Trek Into Darkness

APRIL 2017

  • April 1: Battle of Five Armies Extended / Star Trek Beyond
  • April 8: NO SHOWS due to 221b Con - Please let me know if you will be hosting your own show and I will post it here.
  • April 15: Yuri on Ice!! English Dub Marathon (all 12 Episodes)
  • April 22: Lord of the Rings Extended / The Two Towers Extended
  • April 29: Return of the King Extended / Howl’s Moving Castle

MAY 2017 (Miyazaki Month)

  • May 6 (Oldies but Goodies): My Neighbour Totoro / Nausicaa / Porco Rosso
  • May 12: NO SHOWS due to OCC. - Please let me know if you will be hosting your own show and I will post it here.
  • May 20 (Magical May!): Spirited Away / Ponyo / Tales from Earthsea
  • May 27 (Girls Rule!): Princess Mononoke / Kiki’s Delivery Service / Arrietty

JUNE 2017

Thinking of a Super Summer themed month, like super hero movies, or possibly recent new releases, OR a Harry Potter month, ending with Fantastic Beasts.

  • June 3: TBA (suggestions welcome)
  • June 10: TBA
  • June 17: TBA
  • June 24: TBA

To those who can only come to earlier shows, please let me know if you’d rather I flip some of the movies to earlier times if you would rather see it first. The only ones that cannot be changed are the three Miyazaki “first” shows, as they were requested and confirmed already to play as show one.

OUaT - Thoughts on Proposals & Weddings

All hiatus long I’ve been thinking about the Captain Swan proposal spoiler. When I first started thinking about a CS proposal and wedding, I was wondering if anything could be extrapolated from the Snowing and Rumbelle proposal scenes to give a clue as to how a CS proposal might go down. It seemed a natural progression to also look at the Snowing and Rumbelle wedding scenes to see if anything could be taken from those scenes as well to predict what could happen in a Captain Swan wedding.  Now that we have a hint that that a CS wedding could happen this season as well, I decided to put everything down in one post and get it out there before it’s too late.

Two caveats before I start rambling on – First, Emma is A&E’s original princess, OUaT is her origin story and her journey to finding her happy ending by finding her family, her home, and her TL.  Because of that, I think it would make sense for Emma’s engagement and wedding to break the mold, if there is one, and have each of those occasions be something completely unique to her and Killian instead of a mirror or parallel the one that have come before. [Not that I’m letting that stop me from making this post!]  

Second, I’m using Snowing’s first wedding for the basis of this comparison/analysis because it is the one we were able to view in its entirety, and the more spiritual union versus the second, interrupted wedding, which seemed likely to have been performed more for the public.

Ok, now on with, well, with whatever this is…

Summary of Analysis Applied to Emma & Killian:

  1. The location of the proposal, whether the proposal itself is spontaneous or planned, should be some place that is symbolic of Emma and Killian’s power as a couple.  
  2. The “ring” (i.e., the item exchanged at the moment of the proposal), I think, will be something that holds meaning to Killian, and something Emma already knows about and how much it means to him.  
  3. The location of the wedding, again, whether the event is spontaneous or planned, should be somewhere that is symbolic of hope and restoration to both Emma and Killian.  
  4. Finally, the person performing the ceremony should be someone whose persona represents the core value of Emma and Killian as a couple.

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things that happened today

1. i decided it was a great idea to try and do the baptism thing that happened to Simba during the lion king and the end look was glitter glue in both my hair and all over my skin

2. discovered i may be allergic to something in glue (is that even possible or am i just stupid)

3. apparently i thought it was a GREAT idea to walk half a mile barefoot up a hill in ohio on cement that’s trying to cook me from the inside out

4. re-read Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe 

5. cried because Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe is absolutely beautiful

6. tried to get inspiration to write another one shot of something probably snowbaz or solangelo 

7. cried again because i have no friends

8. decided to create a cult with my best friend where you have to memorize the entire bee movie script

9. called said friend Aesthetic since she is fucking aesthetic since her glasses are clear and she just looked like a fucking walking aesthetic

10. cried a little bit more

11. re-watched Danny Phantom

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Imagine: Ben finding out you signed up for Tinder so decides to create a profile to get your attention

A/N: Thanks to my sister who thought that Ben actually had a profile online and @delos-mio for the inspiration!

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“You made her sign up for what?!” Cole asks, his eyes jumping from you back to your best friend Jen. You laughed, taking another sip of your water, your eyes hidden behind your sunglasses as Jen continued.

“Y/N is single, she’s hot and she doesn’t take any dating chances so I signed her up for Tinder.” She states this factually, casually scrolling through her phone.  


“And you’re okay with this?” Cole asks, looking over at you and shrug.

“Its okay I guess. I mean I only have my pride wounded.”

Cole falls back in his seat flabbergasted as Ben walks up to your table, taking a seat beside him.

“What could you ladies have possibly said to get Cole to shut up?” he smiles and you shrug, taking another long sip of your water as the waitress asks for everyone’s drink. When she leaves Jen says,

“I signed Y/N up for Tinder last night and she let me!”

“Really?” Ben asks, falling back in his seat and looking at you. You blush. Benjamin Barnes was a very attractive man. 6 foot with chocolate brown eyes that seemed to look into your soul when he was focused on you, dark lustrous hair and a smile that knew how to make you trust him. He was giving you a smile now, a skeptical smirk that was verging on amusement and you can’t help but smile back.

There had always been something between you and Ben but every time you tried to push it further he had always politely declined it. Or as Jen phrased it ‘he put his career first’. Either way, when he was back in town, despite wanting to spend all of his time with you, you were left feeling confused. You sigh, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head, ignoring the wisps of hair fighting to get into your face.

“To be fair, it was a bet. I was drunk. I lost. She won. Now I have a Tinder account. The end.” You start fiddling with your napkin as Ben cocks his head to the side, weighing your explanation. Finally he says,

“You have to stop betting against Jen in cornhole. There’s a reason she keeps a cornhole set at her house. To make the rest of us look like crap.”

The table laughs and you shake your head.

“Hey! I almost beat her! I just needed one more beer…”

“You had one more beer….” Jen says, smiling behind her menu. You roll your eyes as you pick up your own before you feel your phone vibrate. It had been going off for a while so instead of keeping it in your pocket you throw it on the table. It’s not long before its vibrating again and you ignore it, trying to figure out what you want to order. A couple more minutes go by of buzzing when Cole asks,

“The hell is that?”

“It’s my phone.” You shrug and Ben raises an eyebrow.

“Your phone?” he asks and you both look at each other for a beat before you both go to grab. Jen, who had been watching in amusement, easily snatches it before either of you can grab it.  

“Stooooooppp.” you whine, trying to grab the phone as she looks at your iPhones main screen.

“Holy shit Y/N! You have 200 notifications from Tinder? You freaking started an account last night!” She begins to try to put your phones passcode in to only get a rejected.

“Stop…..I know…I just ignore them. I said I’d sign up for it not that I’d follow through!” you whine more, trying to grab the phone from her.

Jen laughs, throwing the phone to Cole who also tries to input your phone’s lock passcode.

“You changed your passcode again?” Cole frowns and you throw your head back dramatically.

“No! You never knew it. Give me back my phone before you lock me out.”

“May I?” Ben asks. Cole nods, handing the phone to him and your eyes widen. Ben knew your passcode, just like you knew his.

“Ben….” you say, warning in your voice.

He smiles, easily opening your phone and opening the app. Cole starts to say something but Jen kicks him under the table, shaking her head. It’s not long before Ben is frowning, giving the phone back to Cole.

“A lot of guys have messaged you….” He mumbles, taking a sip out of his coffee and you cross your arms over your chest.

“Really?!” Cole and Jen ask in disbelief. Jen jumps from her seat and is over Cole, looking at your phone as he scrolls through each person and message.

“Holy shit!” Jen repeats and you groan as Cole smiles.

“Damn, Y/N, I mean…. some of these guys aren’t the most handsome or successful but some pretty attractive dudes seem to take a liking to you. Some of these guys are CEO’s!” Cole’s eyebrows furrow together and you give another sigh.

“I know! I’m just…. you know…. I wasn’t expecting to get all this attention. I thought it was a game you swipe and then suddenly, these people were messaging me. I stopped swiping for a while…. I mean that parts fun but I seriously don’t want to date these guys.”

“Uh huh…” Cole says, flashing his eyes between Ben who was concentrating on his menu intensely  and yourself. He jabs Jen, who was eagerly looking through profiles to break her attention. She also sees how quiet you both have become and sits down, clearing her throat.

“Whatever, so you’re popular on Tinder. This is LA…. I mean, I’ve always told you that you were hot shit Y/N.”

You laugh, looking back at the menu. Jen was a tall, athletic blonde who could get men to stop what they were doing the minute she entered the room. You knew you were attractive it was just compared to Jen – it was easy to forget at times.

“Can we brunch? I want to hear all about Ben’s adventures in New York and about this party he’s hosting and not about my Tinder profile.” You finally say, noticing that Ben hasn’t said a word since he’s opened your phone. Which, for Ben, was unusual.

He smiles at you, his eyes gleaming from above the menu before the table is engrossed in new conversation.


Two days later, you were at Jen’s house leisurely drinking a beer and swiping through your Tinder. Again. It was all because of what happened after brunch. You and Ben decided to go book shopping, much to Cole and Jen’s displeasure where you both spent hours flirting with each other while sifting through dusty shops. Ben had been more affectionate and yet distant so by the time you both said goodbye, you were left wanting more. Instead of lingering on it – like you normally would - you decided to distract your brain. Because whether you liked Tinder or not, it was a great booster for your confidence.  

“You have an addiction!” Jen yelled from the kitchen, monitoring the meat she was cooking as you fell back on the couch.

“I do not!” you yelled back, laughing knowing she was right. You took another drink of your beer before the next profile popped up. You jumped up from your lying position, coughing on beer as Jen runs into the living room.

“What happened!? Are you ok?” she asks and you shake your head, still choking on beer. You give a large burp, causing her to laugh before you shove your phone in her face.

“Shut the fuck up!” she back pedals, looking at the profile again before looking at you.

Benjamin’s name was on the screen, underneath a charismatic picture of him smiling at the screen. The next photo was of you and him at a friend’s party, freshly pied in the face by Jen and Cole. The next was a selfie you had taken on his phone when you had visited him in New York. Another one from this past Christmas at his place. Then finally, the last photo.  It was a picture of you and him dancing at a friend’s wedding. It was the last dance and you were still recovering from a bad break up so Ben had offered to be your date. Your eyes were contently closed as he kissed your forehead, your hands wrapped around his neck.

“When was this photo taken?” you asked but Jen shushed you, scrolling down at his profile.


London to LA

Loves theater and movies, binging on Netflix, eating, traveling, a nice hike, tennis and a great smile

 Just a dorky British guy trying to get the attention of my fun, intelligent and beautiful friend. Will she swipe right? Or am I stuck with other girls who might find this awkwardly romantic….

I’m in if you are!


You read the profile again, before muttering “I’m swiping left.”

“What!” Jen exclaims, grabbing the phone from you.

“THIS is how he tells me he likes me!? On a Tinder account?” you ask bitterly, still trying to take it all in.

“Who says it’s for you?” she asks deviously. You narrow your eyes.

“Swipe. Left.” You repeat again.

Jen sighs, taking a seat beside you. “I was kidding.” She says defensively and you shrug, throwing your head back, hitting it on the wall.

“Ow.” You moan as Jen chuckles, shaking her head.

“That’s why he likes you y/n. You’re so cute. Even when you’re trying not to be. And….listen I promised I’d never tell you this but I don’t want you to do something stupid if I don’t. Of course, Ben likes you.”

“What?” you ask, your voice flat.

“Ben’s liked you for years Y/N. Cole and I have known forever…. Cole and him are roommates. He drabbles to him all the time about you.”

“If he likes me then….” you ask skeptically and Jen shrugs.

“You know Ben. He’s not going to commit to something if he knows how much it’ll affect that person. He didn’t want his job to interfere with anything for you. Long months apart, late phone calls….he didn’t want to be unfair.”

You cross your legs, shaking your head.

“That’s not his call. Jeez, I hate when does that. Tries to be selfless but really he’s selfish cuz you can’t do that!” You growl, hitting a pillow before looing over at Jen. “Why can’t he tell me things like this?”

“Because he likes you!” Jen exclaims and then sighs. “you know how weird you get when you know he’s going to be around. He feels the same way okay. Give him a little slack.”

You look back down at your phone, then break into a small smile.

“Did Cole put him up to this?”

Jen laughs, shaking her head.

“That night of brunch…. he was sooooo mad I signed you up for Tinder. And that a lot of guys expressed interest…. I think he was afraid that you’d go out and find someone. So, he tells Cole he’s going to make a profile and hope that your profiles cross.”

You laugh now, looking back down at your phone where Ben’s smile was beaming back up at you.

“He does know that it picks up where you live….so between the millions of people that live in LA that probability is like… hella low.”

“That’s what Cole told him!” Jen continues to laugh. “He just shrugged and said it was the only shot he’d have with you.”

You smile, looking back down at the photo of you and him. Ben was sweet and stubborn – once he set his mind on something there was no changing it. You bite your lip, swiping right. Immediately Tinder’s ‘It’s a Match’ pops up.

“Guess its up to him now.”