but i figured that was even more of a stretch

Don’t Say Anything (End)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just fucking fluff my dude. We need fluff after this emotional rollercoaster DSA put us through. Also warning if you don’t support having a kid before getting married I guess? Fun fact: My parents aren’t married at all but they’ve been together for 18 years (crazy, I’m 17) and my momma had me when she was 19. Idk why I’m telling you this alright goodbye

A/N: Why do I always put an authors note even when it isn’t necessary? It’s a mystery to me. Anywaysssss It’s over! Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this series, I hope you absolutely loved it! Heartbreaking fics is what I do best I guess. Alrighty well finish reading this shit and tell me what ya this overall :)

9 years later

Bucky wakes up to the sound of giggling and the smell of bacon being cooked. He let out a grunt and stretched, looking over and checking the time on his clock. 9:15 AM. With a huff (because quite honestly, he didn’t want to get out of bed) he stood up and immediately saw the papers sticking to his metal arm by the help of some magnets. He smiled, taking them off and looking them over. There were 2.

One of the papers had ‘I love you daddy’ written on it with hearts while the other had a stick figure drawing of 5 people all smiling. This made Bucky smile even more, knowing exactly who pinned the papers to his arm. He pulled the magnets off and walked downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen where he saw you and his three kids.

Your first child was named Rosalyn. Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. She wasn’t necessarily a mistake - god no - but she was unplanned. You and Bucky had only been dating for 3 years when you got pregnant with Rosalyn. It was a surprise for both of you. Her middle name, obviously named after Bucky’s mother. You remember his reaction when you suggested it.

After many long hours in labor, you had finally given birth to a beautiful baby girl. You were sat up on the bed, pen in hand as you filled out the form the nurse had passed on to you. You and Bucky had agreed on the name Rosalyn but when you came across ‘middle name’ you turned to the super soldier who was in the middle of doing skin-to-skin with your little bundle of joy.

“Buck.” you say softly. His blue eyes find yours and he smiles. “We never discussed a middle name.”

He pouted, looking down at his daughter who was sleeping soundly in his arms. “Hmm.. Delilah? What do you like?”

Your eyes go down to your daughter and you smile before locking eyes with Bucky. “How about Winnifred?”

The ex assassin’s eyes soften and gloss over with tears at the mention of his mothers name. “Really?”

“Yes, really. It’s a beautiful name.” you nod.

Bucky sniffled, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “It is.” his eyes travel down to the baby. “Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. I love it.”


Your second child was named Olive Natalia Barnes. You had her a year into yours and Bucky’s marriage. She was a stubborn little thing; didn’t want to come out so the doctor had to induce your labor. Olive was a little sassy thing (I mean for Pete’s sake she rolled her eyes at Bucky!). She reminded you of Natasha, hence her middle name. Upon hearing the news about Olive’s middle name, the red head cried. A lot.

The doctor finally let you have visitors but only two at a time and the first two people through that door were Steve and Natasha. They made their way to the foot of the hospital bed and smiled at you.

“Hey Y/N,” Steve was the first to speak. “How’re you feeling?”

You give him a smile. “Sore, but I’ll manage.”

The blonde chuckles before moving over to his best friend leaving Natasha who had migrated beside you.

“You look like shit.” the red head comments and you laugh.

“Thanks Nat, just what I needed.”

“Hey, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tell the truth?” you laugh again. “When can you go home?”

“They want me to stay one more day.” you respond and Natasha nods.

“Seems reasonable.” her eyes drift over to Olive who was wide awake. “And who’s this little one?” she cooed.

You smile. “This is Olive.” you carefully hand her over to Natasha.

“What, no middle or last name mom and dad?” she joked, keeping her eyes on the baby.

You look over at Bucky who smirked and that’s just what you needed before you turned back to Natasha. “Natalia. Olive Natalia Barnes.”

Her eyes snap up to meet yours, flickering between you and Bucky. “Oh my god.”

Her eyes fill with tears as she starred down at your baby girl.

“Do you like it?” Bucky questioned when all you could hear was her crying.

“Buck and I think it suits her. She rolled her eyes at him earlier. Reminded me of you.” you add with a smile, watching the two bond.

Natasha lets out a laugh and wipes away her tears. “I love it.” she says. Olive wraps her tiny hand around Nat’s finger. “I love it so much.”


Your last and final child was named Steven Christopher Barnes. You had him four years into your marriage. Bucky chose his name; naming him after his best friend. In all the years you’ve known Steve, you’ve never seen him cry. That was until the day Bucky told him what his nephews name was.

The doctor allowed visitors two at a time, just like last time with Olive. Again, Natasha and Steve were the first two to come in. Bucky was holding your son, rocking him back and forth in his arms.

“Alright, kid number three, let’s get this show on the road.” Nat joked as she sat in the extra chair beside you.

You lean your head back and smile.

“How was it? The birth, I mean.” Steve asked as he stood next to Bucky.

“God, by far the easiest.” you respond causing both Natasha and Steve to laugh. “He just slipped right out like a waterslide.” you imitated a waterslide with your hands and mouth and Bucky chuckled.

“Wow really?” the red head questioned.

“Mhm. They told me to push, I did and he was out like that.” you snap.

“Wow..” she murmured. “Oh hey are you fine… down there?”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well with Rose you… ripped… down there and then Olive did the same thing. Did it happen this time?” she questioned.

“Nat, do you see how big my son is?” you gesture over to Bucky. Steven has been your smallest child - in a healthy way of course, he was perfectly healthy.

“Ah, okay, I’m taking that as a no.” she nods.

The two men chuckle and you advert your eyes over to them.

“What’s the little guy’s name?” Steve questioned, peering down at your son.

“Do you want to hold him?” Bucky asked as he stood up.

“Yeah, of course.” the blonde nods. Bucky passes Steven to his friend who cradles the little bundle safely.

Bucky smiles at the sight. “His name’s Steven. Steven Christopher Barnes.”

When the super soldier looked up, his eyes were threatened with tears. “You named him after me?”

“Yeah. You’re the most caring, inspiring, brave, kind-hearted person I know and I only hope my son will turn out like you. You’re a good man, Steve. I’m proud to call you my best friend.” Bucky tells him.

Steve lets out a small sob as he gently hands Steven over to you before engulfing his best friend in a tight hug. “Thank you, Buck.” he cried into the brunettes shoulder. “I love it.”


“What are you lovely ladies doing?” he asked playfully. Steven makes a noise from his highchair. “Oh, and gentleman.”

“We’re helping mommy with breakfast!” your six year old, Rosalyn replied with a smile.

“Daddy, daddy! Did you see my drawing?” your four year old, Olive asked, jumping off the chair she was sitting in and running over to Bucky.

He squats down to her level. “I did and I loved it, doodles.”

Olive smiled and wrapped her arms around her father. Bucky calls her doodles because she loves to draw. He picks her up in his arms before striding over to the fridge. Using the two magnets, he pins the papers to the fridge before making his way over to you.

“Morning baby.” he spoke.

“Morning.” you look at him and smile only for Bucky to capture your lips in a kiss. Rosalyn and Olive let out strings of ‘ew’ and Bucky pulls away, chuckling.

“What are you saying ‘ew’ to?” he questioned, holding Olive tightly as he rounded the counter to Rosalyn.

“You and mommy kissed.” Rosalyn scrunched up her nose.

“What’s wrong with kissing?” he was now standing in front of her.

“It’s nasty!” Olive cuts in and Rosalyn nods in agreement.

Bucky smirked. “Oh really? So how would you feel if I.. kissed you!” he grabs Rosalyn and began peppering kisses on both her and Olive. They laughed, trying to get away from him but of course failed. He didn’t let them go until one year old Steven shouted ‘daddy’.

Moving away from the girls, he walked over to Steven who sat in his highchair, eating. “What? Why’re you yelling at me?”

The toddler giggles and raises his arms in the air, making grabbing motions.

“You want up?” Bucky asked and Steven nods. “Well too bad. Eat your food.”

Bucky turns away but looks over his shoulder only to see Steven’s lip quivering, getting ready to cry. He immediately turns back to his son and kneels down. “Oh no baby I was just kidding, come here.”

He lifts Steven out of his highchair and cradles him to his chest as he swayed back and forth.

You put the last piece of bacon on a plate before taking it over to the table, passing Bucky and Steven. After setting the plate down, you turn to your husband and son. “Oh my baby, what happened amorcito?” you coo and Steven lifts his head off of Bucky’s shoulder to look at you. He’s pouting, lip quivering even though he was perfectly fine when Bucky picked him up. “Is daddy being mean?”

The one year old nods and you softly run your fingers through his hair with a pout. Bucky rubs Steven’s back and kisses his cheek. “I’m sorry, bug.”

After a minute or two, Bucky puts Steven back in his highchair before sitting down as well, ready to eat.


You and your family make it to Tony’s new and improved Stark Tower (Tony’s request). Upon entering the living room, you see that everyone was already there.

“Hey.” you greet first, Steven in your arms while Bucky held Rosalyn and Olive’s hands.

They all turn their heads towards you and smile. “Hey guys.”

“Auntie Nat!” Olive shouted, pulling her hand from Bucky’s and running over to Natasha.

“Hey doodles, what’s crackin’?” the red head placed Olive on her lap.

“The bones of my enemies.” the four year old responds and you shake your head.

“Ah, I’ve taught you well.” Natasha high fives her.

Rosalyn slips away from Bucky’s grasp and makes her way over to Wanda and Vision.

“Hi aunt Wanda.” Rosalyn smiled.

“Hey Rose.” Wanda grinned, making room for the six year old to sit.

“Hi Vis.” Rosalyn waved.

Vision nods his head. “Hello, Rosalyn.”

Rose gets comfy. “Can you tell me about outer space?”

“Why yes,” he smiled. “What would you like to know?”

You tear your gaze away from the two when Steve comes towards you, arms outstretched. “Gimme.”

You smile, handing him Steven who hugs Steve tightly. “Hey buddy.” he chuckled. You watch him walk back to Sam and Clint and you scoff.

“The asshole didn’t even say hi to me. No ‘how’re you doing’ or ‘hi Y/N - Nothing!” you say.

Bucky chuckled. “He’s attached at the hip with Steven. Those two are hard to separate.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Tell me about it.”

At that moment, Bruce walks up to the two of you, a water bottle in hand. “Hey guys.”

“Bruce! You’re back!” Bucky exclaimed, hugging the doctor.

“Yeah, I’m back.” he laughed as they pulled away.

“For good?” you question.

Bruce smiles, knowing why you’re asking. “Yeah, for good.” he then turns to look at Natasha who was busy with Olive. “It’s about time I stop running away from the good things in my life.”

You grin and Bruce turns back to you. “Anyways I should get going, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t called me-”

“Bruce!” Tony’s voice cut off the doctor.

Bruce chuckled. “I spoke too soon. See you guys later.” and with that, he disappeared into the backyard.

Bucky set the diaper bag down near the wall just as Thor walked up to you. “James, Y/N!”

“Thor!” you shout, wrapping your arms around him. He gives you a bone crushing hug. Literally. He cracked your back.

“How is everything? The kids?” he asked.

“Everything’s good, the kids are good.” you nod over to where they are.

“And the baby..” he trails off.

“Steven.” you nod.

“Ah, you named him Steven.”

You let out a laugh. “Thor, I was not going to name him what you suggested.”

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, a thing he usually does for no reason.

Thor touches his chest dramatically. “What’s wrong with Asgardian Warrior Barnes?”

“Everything!” you chuckle.

“It would have been perfect for him. He could have been a warrior for Asgard.” he responds.

“Uncle Thor!” the voice of Olive rips through the air.

“Yes, my green Olive-” Thor turns around with a smile but it is immediately wiped away when he sees Olive holding his hammer with no struggle at all. Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on her.

“Uncle Tony tripped over your hammer so I brought it to you.” she smiled, lifting it up. Thor takes it.

“Right.. Uh…” he clears his throat, looking around the room at everyone who was watching. “Thank you Olive.”

She nods and walks back to Natasha while everyone pondered what just happened. Four year old Olive just picked up Thor’s hammer. Holy fuck.

“Right…” Thor says again. “I’m just gonna… go see if Tony needs help.”

And he was gone. Sam was the first to break the silence, laughing his ass off. “Hey Bucky, your kid is worthy.”

“Can it, Sam.” Bucky chuckled and just like that, everything was back to normal. You look around the room, frowning when you don’t see Pietro even though you knew he was away on a solo mission. You missed your best friend.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby doll?” Bucky questioned.

“Pietro.” you sighed. “I miss him.”

“I know baby,” he sighed, kissing your forehead. “He’ll be back next week.”

“I know.” you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let out a deep sigh, watching your kids smile and laugh with your friends. It was a wonderful sight.

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky murmured softly and you pull away slightly, enough to look at him.

“Yeah?”

The brunette smiled. “Thank you,” he says. “For giving me a chance all those years ago. For marrying me. For giving me three beautiful children. Thank you.”

It’s your turn to smile. “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he responds and your lips meet in a kiss. “And maybe we can get Nat or Steve to watch the kids tonight so we can…” he trails off while his thumbs rubs circles on your side.

“How long has it been since we’ve had sex?” you question.

“Six months.”

You groan before looking around. Olive was with Natasha, Rosalyn was listening to Vision talk about outer space and Steve was sitting on the floor with Steven and Sam, Legos sprawled out before them. You look back at Bucky.

“Who says we have to wait till tonight?” you smirk.

“Are you suggesting we-”

“Yup.” you nod. “My old room is upstairs and I know for a fact that it’s empty.”

“Naughty, naughty.” the soldier smirked before glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Let’s go.” and with a squeeze to your hip, the two of you enter the elevator.

Some things never change.


A/N: I don’t know if you guys read my end-of-the-chapter authors notes but if you do holy fUck this was 2617 words and it’s 5:39 AM and I’ve watched Wreck-It Ralph a total of 5 times while writing this. Anyways it’s the end! Tell me what ya think!

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Goddess - Jay Park

Originally posted by andupinda

Request from @belushtful : Can I request a jay park smut scenario where his mixed(black and white) girlfriend is missing him while she is at home and he is at Aomg making music so later that night they you know. Also the girlfriend is teasing him

Genre: cotton candy fluff smut

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Word Count: 1547

Contains: romantic smut, (slight) daddy! Jay, fluff

Song: Ride Me - Jay Park

Comments: this turned way cuter than I meant it to be, but I hope you like it because I’m crying at this. Also im sorry if it gets choppy, i was writing this and watching teen mom at the same time, so my attention was going back and forth lmao.

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natanije answered your question: I’m really really tempted to start writing…

‘you’re that one emo ass neighbor i had for years but never talked with but what do you mean you’ve been in the police force for years????’ kind of thing? …i’m bad at making prompts sorry

Alright time to figuratively stretch my legs after not writing for nearly a year or more! Excuse the mess this is sure to be :D

Sakura had always done her best to avoid her neighbor, the man looking much to sketchy for her to be comfortable with. From his long, often un-brushed hair (from the few times she saw him picking up his mail), to his near constant scowl and love of dark, stained t-shirts- even how he came and went (more like skulked) at all hours of the day and night… everything about him screamed ‘off’ to her.

And now, stuck in their apartments elevator with said man, Sakura did her best to glue herself to the wall and pray that maintenance fixed this mess up sooner rather than later.

“Miss Haruno correct?” the man finally spoke, his rumpled appearance and ample amounts of groceries taking up more space than she wished he would. “from the apartment next to mine?”

“Uhh, yeah, yeah that’s me. Sakura Haruno, nice to meet you…? I’m sorry, I never got your name?“ Somewhat embarrassed to admit it after living next to him for 4 years, she mumbled, her eyes doing their best to avoid his own curious ones.

“Officer Madara Uchiha. It’s nice to finally meet you miss Haruno, I apologize for my appearance, I’ve just gotten off a 48 hour shift and wanted to relax. It seems to be that way every time i do manage to run into you.” he sounded like he was pouting of all things as he said this, but Sakura was much to shocked by what he’d just told her.

“Wait, you’re a cop?!”

“Of a sort, is it really that shocking? I must have left a bad impression…”

“Wow. jeez, and here I though you sold drugs for 4 years!”

“…excuse me?”

“I said that out loud, didn’t I? Fuck.”

Originally posted by cindyctw75

Prompt:  Imagine McCoy discovery that the reader self harms ( if you are uncomfortable with it switch “suffer of anxiety or panic attacks ” ) and offers the them his help and show he cares ( sorry I need something amgsty and hurt/confort at the moment )
Word Count: 861
Warnings: Alluding to suicide, depression
Author’s Note: Here is part 1! PS if anyone has any Eomer fics they’de like to share feel free to send me some links….I need them in my life

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You’re my shelter

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

General Summery: Betrayed feelings lead to a combat session that involves lip contact.Or the one where Alec stands up to his mom and the readers deepest desire comes to life.

Warnings: -

A/N:      For http://ly-canthr0pe.tumblr.com/.    Hello lovely people !
This one was requested on Tumblr but it got out of hand. So basically this was supposed to be a sparring session and stolen kisses but really it turned out slightly different because apprently characters have their own mind. Lydia was inspired by the new promo pictures so yeah here we go.
Happy Reading !excuse my rusty skills and potential mistakes, English is not my first language. Keep the requests coming e.g (x) , fandoms I write about (x), my ask box (x), my collection of stories (x)

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Originally posted by katherinewinchester


*gif not mine*

Being a female shadowhunter was by far not easy. It was still a male dominated business where women weren’t necessarily seen as successful or skilful. That was of course pure bullshit and you knew it. You were living proof. There was no one who was as good as you in covert investigations or let alone at firing a gun. Isabelle Lightwood and you had earned the men’s trust and respect in the Institute and even in Idris they knew your names. There was a certain pride that came with that and you hoped other young girls would follow. But right now, your biggest problem was something else entirely.

‘’ Tell me you’re joking!’’
Your shocked voice echoed in the small VIP room that you and Izzy were currently seated in, waiting for that long-hunted demon to follow your invitation.
You had been focused on the loud techno music blasting through the club walls, dressed in nothing but a tight black dress and some killer High Heels .
Izzy had been your parabatai since you two have been 10. You grew up around the Lightwood family, you had admired her older brother Alec like your own. That was until you grew boobs and he suddenly became something entirely else. No wonder those news made you forget about the demon.
‘’ Her name is Lydia. We met her last year in Idris, do you remember that honey blond girl cooing over Max? ‘’
You could do nothing more than stare at Izzy.
‘’ Mother thinks they’ll reproduce, and let me quote her, ‘worthy heirs’ . Bringing fortune and pride to the family.’’ The black-haired beauty snorted really unladylike while crossing her legs.
‘’ Alec wasn’t supposed to know until she would come to visit but he eavesdropped.’’
You crossed your arms feeling jealousy boiling through your entire being.
‘’ So he’s being forced to marry? ‘’
Isabelle smiled sleepily, observing you very closely before she shot you a knowing look.
‘’ He threw a tantrum . I have never seen Alec so angry and furious, he yelled at our mother and said things he would have normally never said. He left .’’
You have seen Alec angy before, but the oh so –composed Alec losing it?
‘’ What do you mean with he left?’’
‘’He left.’’ Izzy shrugged. You could clearly see the pride sparkling behind her dark orbs.
‘’ He said that he would no longer a part of this family if we prided ourselves with arranged marriages. ‘’
He did what? You felt pride knowing Alec had stood up to his mother but that was quickly replaced by worry. There was literally nothing he loved more than his family and his friends. The betrayal he felt was most likely tremendous.
‘’I think he plans on crashing at yours since he moved out of this room in the Institute after receiving congratulations from the other for his engagement. .’’, Izzy said casually before standing up.
‘’Alec plans what? Isabelle ! Why haven’t you told me this earlier? You know I would have-‘’
‘’Exactly!’’, she interrupted .
‘’You would have gone looking for him cancelling this mission. As much as you love being a Shadowhunter, you love my brother more. Everyone knows, Y/N. That’s the reason Alec will probably seek comfort in you instead of in Jace. Even though he is his parabatai. But I can’t let you fail this mission if we both want to change our society from within. So get yourself together.’’
You knew she was right. You wouldn’t have spent a second thought about this demon if you had known what was going on. Literally everyone knew you liked Alec more than a brother or even more than a friend. You and Alec were really close that’s why you had made sure he would never figure it out. It would destroy your whole friendship and living without him wasn’t an option. So you settled for less, and that had been okay. Until today.
You stretched the material of your dress a little before you planted a determined smile on your lips.
‘’Well then let’s get over with that. I have a business to take care of.’’
Izzy snickered while throwing you a sneaky grin.
‘’That business is going to need a place to sleep, you know. And you have a king-sized bed if I’m not mistaken…’’
You laughed at that, rolling your eyes before opening the door to welcome your target.
‘’On it.’’

Isabelle and you had killed that demon, knowing you were supposed to report back to Hodge and the others didn’t keep you from heading home as fast as possible. Isabelle would take over the report not caring about what kind of expression that would leave with you skipping on your liabilities.
The moment you stepped through your front door you were sure of Alec’s presence. He had a key, just in case, and he had used it judged by that discarded shirt on the dresser. Not caring about those High Heels that were killing your feet you entered your living room, taking in the mess of displaced furniture. Your eyes focused on the man standing at the window, looking lost. Apparently he had used your flat for some training according to his heaving chest.
Alec turned around facing you not masking the anger and hurt that he was currently feeling. The great thing about your relationship was that neither had to talk to know what the other was thinking or feeling. He had never been a great talker, and you were always a great listener.
It only took a second for you to reach him , wrapping your arms around him and laying your head against his chest. He didn’t ask whether you knew he just pulled you closer and laid his chin on your head. Closing your eyes you inhaled his scent, familiar and soothing. It smelled like home.
You felt his arms tightening around you and all your worry and anxiety left your body. He was here, he was okay and he would figure it out.
A small sigh escaped Alec’s lips as he looked down on you.
‘’What is this? ‘’ A tug at your dress.
‘’ A dress.’’, you answered looking up. Why was he so damn tall?
‘’ Says who?’’
You laughed and shoved against his chest. Wait no, come back !
‘’Are you quoting Clueless?’’ you asked disbelieving while a smile was forming on Alec’s lips.
‘’Possible. You made me watch it 50 times, what can I say.’’
You snorted while stepping away from him and out of your heels.
‘’ A mission required these clothes. Now tell me did you plan on sleeping on the floor so you moved all my furniture to the wall or did you feel like redecorating?’’
You tried to focus on his face, but his bare torso made that impossible. By the angels, how good looking could someone be ? You trailed your eyes down his stomach stopping at the small trail of hair leading into his pants. God. You groaned silently telling yourself to get it together.
‘’ I take you don’t sue me for passing threshold without asking? ‘’
You grinned at him while entering the kitchen to get a glass of water.
‘’I trained. I tried to release a little of that energy but…’’
You didn’t notice how his eyes took in your whole body as you stretched up to reach a glass. How his eyes traveled down your legs admiring the view he was getting.
‘’Give me a minute, I need a sparring partner anyways.’’
You were missing the appreciated smile that was forming on Alec’s lips. He knew you only said that so he could release some of his anger. Your worry for him was clearly showing and the way you had allowed him to crash at your apartment without actually saying it supported the knowledge that he had about you being always there for him.

‘’ 1…2…3’’,you groaned while you tried to defend yourself as Alec’s limbs moved so quickly you almost couldn’t keep up. You changed into some workout clothes and switched from sparring to hand to hand combat training. You breathed heavily, focusing on finding a weak spot to bring Alec down. But damn, that guy was fast and his hand-eye coordination was at its finest. Telling him to pour all his anger in his moves had been a pretty bad idea, since he took that literal.
‘’Fuck’’, you muttered under your breath before you managed to confuse him by faking a punch and pulling out his leg finally.
Alec groaned as he landed on his back before you swiftly moved over him to secure his body on the floor.
His face was so close that you could feel his heavy breath on your lips.
‘’Pour it all into your moves, Alec.’’
He growled angrily meeting your eyes with stormy ones.
‘’Arranged marriage is medieval. You’re angry for a reason. Your mother shouldn’t have done that.’’ You placed your hands on either side of his face watching him comb through his hair.
‘’Any more motivational speeches, Y/N?’’, he teased you.
‘’Well, you just lost to a girl.’’ He scrunched his nose and that was the moment you could not hold back any longer.
In a swift motion you brought your face closer to his and pressed as soft kiss to his lips.
How on earth could a boy’s lips be that soft?
There was a minute you weren’t sure whether you’ve done the right thing. But the moment you moved away a little, facing him and noticing the glimmer in his it just clicked. Every puzzle piece fell into place and there was this certainty of no going back.
‘’ Losing to a girl isn’t a shame, Y/N. But I think I’ve found my motivation.’’
His voice was low as he shot up, grabbing your arms and spinning you on your back. He placed your hands above your head by clasping your fingers with each other. A nib at your lip before he pressed his against yours, moaning lowly as your tongues met. Making out with Alec Lightwood? That surely must be a dream. You weren’t the one to complain, though. You bit into his upper lip receiving a growl that was enough distraction for you to flip him over, grinning down on him winningly before you got up.
‘’ Enough motivation for you to fight properly?’’, you teased him preparing for his attack.
He didn’t disappoint you , Alec had you against the wall a second later. His face was so close that your noses were almost touching.
‘’I’m not marrying Lydia.’’, he said serious while looking in your eyes, searching for an answer.
‘’I hope not.’’, you replied breathlessly, hypnotized by the way his body felt against yours , his lean muscles tangible against your softer curves.
‘’ I don’t want her. It’s always been you.’’ Barely a whisper. But you heard him.
You swallowed, softly placing your hand against his neck.
‘’Please don’t marry her. I couldn’t bear it.’’, you whispered truthfully, baring your soul.
A soft smile was grazing his lips as he pressed the softest of all kisses on your lips.
‘’It will always be you.’’, cradling your face in his hands he kissed you until you heard a certain someone clearing her throat.
‘’ So I came to make sure everything was alright and whether my brother had a place to crash but I guess I just got my answer. Also, can I tell these news our parents, pretty pretty please?‘’
It was almost painful to avert your eyes from Alec’s but you managed and shot your parabatai an annoyed look.
‘’Can’t you knock? Or ring the bell?’’
She shrugged holding up a spare key.
‘’You gave me this, didn’t you.’’
You groaned, rolling your eyes feeling the low rumble of laughter in Alec’s chest.
‘’ My apartment has been taken over by the Lightwood siblings, God help me.’’

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The Labyrinth Chapter 2

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Word count: 2742

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10  Chapter 11  Chapter 12 || Jin Trailer ||

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Plot: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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Beads and Babies - Henry and Nora

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Nora answered her phone at the familiar ringtone. “Hey. You done?” They had finally narrowed down the leading lady candidates for his next project to three choices and he had been called in to read against each of them.

“Yeah, finally on my way home. Do you want me to pick up anything for you?”

“Can you get my birth control refill?”

“Sure.”

Nora glanced at where Simone was pushing beads around a bright multi-colored wire maze. She gleefully laughed and clapped her hands as the bead clonked onto the wood base. Nora took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway. “Or…you know…not.”

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Fat Fingers part 4: Morning kisses

Note: Wow. That took me a long time. Sorry about that. Here’s the next part of Fat Fingers tho. Hope you enjoy!

Wordcount: 2267

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: Idk. A bit of swearing. Mentions of racism, bigotry, homophobia, male chauvinism and all in all just discrimination. Probably still shouldn’t read if you’re a Trump supporter

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You were kind of surprised to see Daveed waiting for you at the door, leaning slightly against the door frame of his apartment. He looked at you as if to make sure that you had not been hurt. Scanning you for physical injuries. He lastly moved his gaze to your face, noticing the tear stains on your cheek and your red eyes and at that he opened his arms, welcoming you in and it was all you needed. You practically let yourself fall into his arms, letting him comfort you and letting his strong arms pull you close.

After simply holding you close for some time, Daveed pulled back a little to look at you. “What happened to you, Y/N?” He asked, sounding really concerned as he gently wiped one of your tears away with his thumb.

You shrugged, not knowing where to begin. “What didn’t happen?” You whispered, your voice sounding a lot weaker than you thought it would.

Daveed sighed softly, simply pulling you close again. You knew that you would definitely have to explain at some point. But, for now you just stayed in his warm embrace with his strong arms wrapped tightly around you.

After a while, the two of you finally pulled away. He smoothed your hair gently, before speaking; “Do you wanna head inside?” He asked.

You nodded and let him lead you inside, you followed him all the way to his couch where you sat down before you spoke. “So… I should probably explain.” You started, as he sat down beside you.

“Yeah, that would be pretty great,” Daveed admitted. Maybe he could tell that you were somewhat nervous because he gently took your hand. “Just go slow, okay? It’s gonna be fine.” He reassured you.

“Right… Well. I went to dinner at my parents’ place…” You started, grimacing slightly. Daveed actually looked terrified about that. You understood, though. Your parents probably did not seem like the nicest people at all. “Garrett had obviously told them about when he met us. My father disapproved strongly. Mother didn’t say a lot. I had a really big fight with my dad and he basically called you the most disgusting things, so I stood up to him and gave him a piece of my mind. Us fighting pissed my mother off and she basically said that if I wanted to have any kind of relationship with you, then I couldn’t be part of their life and I don’t really want to be either, so I guess that’s fine….” You rambled.

He looked really stunned at first. “Wait. So, you aren’t going to see your family again?” He asked, trying to process everything you had just said.

“I guess not. A lot of other stuff happened too, but that is a story for a time when I’m not about to cry.” You tried to joke it off, but tears soon ran down your cheeks again. Sure, you hated your family. But they were also your family.

He wrapped his arms around you again, carefully pulling you close. “Hey. It’s okay. It’s difficult. I get it.” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You wrapped your arms around him as well, clinging to him as if you would dissolve if you let go and you actually felt like that.

“We’re gonna figure this out okay, Y/N? Everything is going to be fine.” He mumbled against your hair. You were not exactly sure how long the two of you sat like that, but once Daveed finally pulled away again, you were pretty close to being asleep in his arms.

You stretched a little, offering an apologetic smile. “I should probably head home.” You sighed. You did not mean for this to take this long, as you had honestly just imagined him to reject you. But he did not and now you felt even more exhausted than before.

“Stay.” He simply said, pulling you close yet again. You were not about to complain about him asking you to stay, so you simply snuggled closer, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the soft scent of him. You were not sure how the two of you got to this point, after all, you did not really know each other that well. But, it still felt so right and you could not find yourself caring whether or not you knew him well enough for this because it really did not matter, did it?

You must have drifted off at some point because when you opened your eyes the next time, you were lying in a bed with the sun peeping through the blinds, the light hitting your face ever so softly and heating up your cheeks. You had never seen the room before, though you already knew where you were. You sat up, stretching lightly. Daveed was not beside you, so either he was already up or he had slept on the couch. You suddenly felt really bad. What if you had forced him to sleep on the couch?

You quickly got up, making your way out of the bedroom. You were soon met with the nice scent of breakfast with pancakes, eggs, bacon and everything that belongs to that kind of breakfast. You made your way to Daveed’s kitchen, leaning against the doorframe lightly.

“Did you sleep on the couch?” Was your initial question.

You must have startled him because he jumped slightly before turning to you. “Y/N. Good morning to you too. Yes, I did sleep on the couch.” He admitted as he handed you a mug of coffee.

You felt your cheeks light up and you lowered your gaze. “I’m really sorry, D.” You apologized as you took a sip of the still hot liquid, burning your tongue slightly.

“It’s cool, really. I’m good.” He answered with a small chuckle, making you giggle as well. “How’d you sleep?” He added.

“Well, I woke up in something that wasn’t my own bedroom, so I guess I just need a moment to get over that.” You joked.

Your joke made him snort and he shook his head at you. “At least you didn’t have to sleep on a couch.” He teased with a wink.

You groaned slightly. “Fuck you, D.” You simply answered as you put your mug down on the counter. “Do you need help with anything?” You asked. You did not really like standing around doing nothing while he cooked breakfast.

“Sounds like fun, but maybe we should wait a little.” He joked. “I’m almost done. You can help me with the dishes later, though?” He then suggested.

You simply decided to ignore his joke, but could not help the small blush that spread across your cheeks. You felt a bit bad for not being there to help, though. But you simply nodded anyway. “Sure.” You agreed. It was the least you could do after everything he had done for you.

The two of you sat down at the table shortly after. You felt weirdly at home with him, even if you had never been to his apartment before. Perhaps that was just how Daveed made you feel; at home.

“Do you wanna go into more detail about what happened last night at your parents’?” He questioned.

You shrugged shortly at his question, leaning your elbows against the edge of the table, folding your hands under your chin. “I’m not sure if there’s much more to tell. My dad just started by saying ‘So, Garrett saw you with a black guy on the street the other day’ and I was stupid enough to talk back to him and just snapped at him after he basically told me to behave and asked me what I was doing with a guy like you.” You started with a weak smile.

Daveed did not even seem surprised. He had met Garrett after all, so he had figured that your parents would be the same, if not worse. “And then? What did you snap back at him with?” He asked.

You took another sip of the coffee Daveed had given you earlier. “I said; ‘A guy like him? Really? You and your friends ruin every form of relationship that I have with any person who doesn’t have the same values and views as you. Why does his complexion even matter to you?’ And I was almost yelling at him at that point.” You chuckled slightly because you were honestly so happy that you had finally stood up to your family and especially your father.

Daveed seemed proud in a way that made your heart swell. “You really said that?” He asked in awe.

You nodded with a slight grin. “Yeah. I decided what I wanted even before I got there. I knew he was going to bring the situation with Garrett up so I just decided that I wouldn’t take any more of his crap.” You explained.

“Did he snap at you after that?” He asked. Neither of you seemed to be focusing on the food that was getting cold in front of you right now. He needed to hear what had happened.

“Yeah, definitely did. He basically said that he wouldn’t tolerate me speaking to him like that and called me a brat. He told me that he had given me everything I could ever ask for and said that this was what he got in return. He even told me that he didn’t want me to see you anymore.” You answered with a snort. I was a huge mess.

Daveed looked mildly pissed at that, clenching his fist a little, which made you place a gentle hand on top of his. “How the hell can he even think that it’s okay to speak to anyone like that?” He asked through slightly gritted teeth.

You shrugged. “I did give him a piece of my mind after that. I told him that he could find someone else who wants to be subject to his male chauvinistic views because I couldn’t deal with that shit anymore. I called him a bigot, racist, sexist and a homophobe and that he didn’t get to tell me what to do with my life. I told him, that he might be my dad but that I never asked or wanted anything from him.” You added, lowering your gaze at the next part. “I told him that… That you had made me happy, but because of him and my mother I would never be happy.” You said in a low voice.

Daveed gently tilted your head up by the chin. “Yes, you will.” He simply said, offering you a soft smile.

You started to tear up a little again. “My mom didn’t really interfere until that point, where she basically slammed her hand on the table and yelled enough. I thought that she would save my ass, but that wasn’t the case.” You murmured, biting your lip lightly to hold back the tears.

Daveed got up, pulling you with him and pulled you into a tight embrace. You were not even sure why you were crying again because standing up to your parents was something you had wanted to do for a while now and now that you finally did it, you were so worried about the consequences that would follow. Daveed simply held you close for a while, his strong arms holding you gently.

“I thought my mom had finally realized that they had been wrong all along because she started to say that if I wanted to be with ‘a black’, they couldn’t really tell me not to.” You started, sniffling slightly.

“A black? She really said that?” Daveed snarled angrily. You were angry too because they had no right to say anything like that.

“Mmmh. Then she continued to say, that if I wanted to date you, then they wanted nothing to do with me and they told me I couldn’t ever contact them again. She literally said that they don’t approve of this lifestyle of mine.” You murmured against Daveed’s chest.

He placed a light kiss in your hair, shaking his head lightly. “God. I wish you didn’t have to go through that.” He sighed. No one as amazing as you deserved to go through something like that, he thought. No one deserved to go through that, period. “Did anything happen after that?” He asked.

You looked up at him with a weak smile. “It did… I told her that it didn’t even matter because I screwed up whatever I had with you because it was that or getting screwed over by my own family. I told her that I didn’t care anymore and that I didn’t care about losing all the people I knew because they were practically all like them and I would still have done the right thing. I told her that if her and my father didn’t start realizing soon that what they are doing is wrong, then I wanted nothing to do with them.” You rambled.

“Hey, Y/N. You didn’t screw this up. I’m still here, you know.” He tried with a weak smile, gently tilting your head up by your chin to meet your gaze again. “I’m still here.” It was barely above a whisper as he bent down to kiss you.

You felt paralyzed at first, but your arms soon snaked around his neck, pulling him further down towards you as you kissed him back. Your lips moved together in perfect sync and the kiss pretty much took your breath away. Was this really happening? Definitely was.

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Gabriel x Reader

Requested by @myplaceofthingsilove from the drabble prompts list. Picked #2:  “How long have you been standing there?”

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“Ugly.” You kept repeating to yourself as you stood in front of your closet, trying to find something to wear. “Ugh. I don’t want to wear any of these. They’ll just make me look bloated, fat and ugly.” You told yourself out loud, rummaging through everything in frustration.

It was a fact that your jeans were fitting a little tighter than normal. Your normally favorite shirts seemed tight and constricting. It was hard, realizing that you had gained some weight, and that was one thing you didn’t need.

Stepping in front of your mirror, you glanced at your body in distaste. Too much soft skin, too pudgy around the middle. Stretch marks where they shouldn’t be. Everything about your body seemed wrong, and you hated yourself even more for it.

“Damn it, why do I have to be so freaking ugly?” You yelled at the mirror, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared at the pudgy figure staring back at you.

“That’s what you think?” A familiar voice asked softly from off to the side. “That you’re fat and ugly?”

Turning, you stared over at Gabriel with tear stained eyelashes. Sniffling you nodded.  “How long have you been standing there?”

Too long. Not long enough.” He answered confusingly. “Y/N, it literally pains me that you think of yourself that way.”

Trying to cover up your body, you reached over for your over sized sweatshirt, groaning when Gabriel pulled it out of your hand. “Nope. We aren’t covering up this sweetness until you see what I see.”

“Gabe, please.” You pleaded with him, hating the fact that the angel you were seriously crushing on was seeing you like this. Now he would never like you, now that he saw how ugly and miserable you truly were.

“No. You need to see this.” He argued, his arms wrapping around your waist, the skin to skin contact making you jump. “You are beautiful, inside and out. So what if you have a couple of stretch marks. That’s no big deal.”

“But it is to me. And my jeans don’t fit like they used to. I’ve gotten even softer.” You explained, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“Good. I always thought you were a little too skinny anyways. I like girls who have a little more meat to their bones. Shows they like their sweets just as much as I do.”

“But Gabe…” You started, but he pressed a finger to your lips, stopping you.

“No. Y/N, I’ve been afraid to tell you how I really feel. I’m in love with you. Have been for a while. And seeing you here, torturing yourself and making fun of yourself upsets me.”

“You are?” You asked him, and he nodded.

“And that’s why I’m going to spend the rest of the evening showing you just how wrong you are. Showing you that this is a body meant to be worshiped. I’m going to show you exactly how beautiful you are to me.” He whispered against your ear, before turning you and capturing your lips with his own.

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Checkmate?

A/N: The amazing weasleywrinkles came up with this drabble idea and had the kindness to let me write it! This story only exists thanks to her awesome headcanon, so all credit to her for that :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the actual plot of this particular story. Basically, I own nothing. At all.

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He was an idiot. A complete and utter idiot. All she wanted to do was finish her report on the Werewolf Legislation Act of 1967 for her work, but Ron wasn’t letting her have any peace. It was always ‘Do this Hermione’ or 'Do that Hermione’ or 'I broke something Hermione’. She was sick of it. The report was due in 10 days! Didn’t Ron understand the importance of not getting behind in paperwork? But then again, he wouldn’t understand her need to get things done on time, would he? Being such a talented procrastinator himself, he’d leave everything until the very last minute, do it all at once instead of breaking it into little, manageable pieces like herself.

It was a wonder he’d survived handling all the paperwork and reports needed to become an Auror. She’d never had thought it possible of him back in their Hogwarts days. It proved that he could do it, if he tried hard enough and put enough effort into it. Despite what most people thought, Ron Weasley was actually a very intelligent person if he applied himself. Yes, it was true that Ron had matured an awful lot during his training to be an Auror, but it was also true that he could be a complete immature git at times.

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The Things She Carries, Part 5

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All this time later, alone under the light of a nearly-full moon on the front porch of an outbuilding of a B&B called Comanche Ranch — glum, pissed off, and wishing forlornly that her recall of that night were less detailed — she’s just about to say the hell with it and go to bed when she hears what has to be Mulder’s heavy footfall coming around the side of the building.

Sure enough, there he is. What a sight — completely bedraggled, sweat-drenched T-shirt and shorts, wet hair, breathing like he’s just run ten miles. Which, being Mulder, he might actually have done. He sees her standing at the top of the steps and slows to a walk, going from a neutral expression to a sneer as she watches.

“How was your date?” he huffs, one soaked forearm wiping ineffectively at the rivers of sweat on his face.

Fuck you, she thinks, and he looks like he heard her say it out loud.

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anonymous asked:

URGENT! I've been binding for the past few weeks and I've noticed i have mild breathing trouble around the 4-5 hour mark even if I take my inhaler before. I have nowhere to change or take a break in school so I've been sort of sucking it up and taking it off in the second i get home and stretching and stuff. I don't bind for more than a total of 12 hours on the weekend(including frida and try to spend a full day without it on but i need to figure out a way to increase my binding comfort time.

Kii says:

Sorry, but that’s really not how it works; you can’t increase your comfort time by pushing your body past its safe limit. If your body is telling you it’s time to take your binder off, then take your binder off. Pushing through discomfort is never the way to go with binding, so if you need to take your binder off after 4-5 hours, then take it off (maybe at lunch or during a study hall). You also should definitely not be binding for twelve hours per day if one third of that time is when you start feeling discomfort. What you are doing is really dangerous, and you need to listen to your body. It’s possible that in the future, you will be able to bind for longer, but only do that if it’s not causing you discomfort.

I was re reading the chapter and i stop in this panel (the one with the people important to Kaneki)

- Awww there´s Touka, Hinami, Yomo, Tsukiyama, Nishiki, Banjou, Ayato, Koma, Yoshimura 

- Even a tiny Miza ( :D )

- …

- Wait… (zoom in)

- There are 3 more figures….

1- …That´s maybe Fuka (Nothing too strange)

2- … Naki?? (a little stretch)

And who is n°3??

Who im missing?? (or thats a part of Miza??)

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I don’t see a lot of people talking about this scene. Maybe it’s the tendency to refer to Misato as The Mama Bear™ over the Eva kids, conveniently failing to mention that by Eva kids, we really mean Shinji Ikari. Asuka never gets Mama Bear treatment from Misato, and this scene is in many ways emblematic of the real dynamic between the two: which is marked by a whole lot of indifference, neglect, and a latent sense of casual disdain – mostly on Misato’s end. Granted, Misato never actually comes out and says “Asuka, I care about Shinji a lot more than I care about you,” but after watching this scene I don’t think she even needs to.

Here’s Asuka having a very thinly-veiled, very public, very loud breakdown in Misato’s own washroom, complete with a heated display of water-basin flinging. The most Misato does is, well, nothing, if you disregard the glaring – which is exactly the point. Misato’s recent share of shitty life experiences aside, it doesn’t take any stretch of the imagination to figure that she would’ve made an effort to reach out to Shinji if he were in Asuka’s place, just as she did in Episode 23, propelled by little more than a hunch that Shinji would be troubled after Rei II’s death. 

Once you peel away all the pleasant pretenses and platitudes behind a lot of their initial conversations, this scene makes a lot of sense. Asuka has always framed Misato as both a rival and an exemplary in all its counter-intuitive glory. For Misato, Shinji’s been the pilot whom she feels most comfortable flexing her quasi-maternal muscles, precisely because Shinji is a boy, and Misato thinks she knows exactly what he needs from her, by virtue of Misato being a woman. Asuka is the problem, the conundrum, the puzzle Misato never really bothers to work through, up until the very end.

We can even see shades of this dynamic play out in Evangelion 3.0 (which is more or less an answer to Episodes 22-24 in NGE), where it looks like Asuka has now graduated to overt dislike of Q!Misato and her modus operandi (fuck your Eva, the mission is your top priority… you get the point.)

That’s What I Like to Hear (BvS Lex Luthor Imagine) (Part 2 of 2)

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Summary: (Female!)Reader works at LexCorp, gets invited to a masked ball fundraiser… and ends up with a new position?

Warnings: Language, alcohol use, mild violence (?), Lex being weird (lol)

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: This is a really self-indulgent two-part Lex Luthor x Reader imagine that I’ve been working on for a while. Thank you so much to @shallowjaney for reading this and giving me feedback. More feedback/thoughts are always welcome- I hope you enjoy!

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wingedkuriboh27  asked:

What are the age minimums and maximums of selling borrowers? Are there also people who breed borrowers at home and sell them like we do with kittens and puppies?

The minimum age for a borrower to be put up for adoption is usually around ten years old, and the maximum age tends to be around fifty years old. There are rules in the adoption centers that there can only be a gap of two years difference between the human and borrower when the borrower is a kid, but the gap increases anywhere from three to five years once they reach legal adult age. I say the borrower side for age because there tends to be some exceptions to the age gap. Besides the obvious ones of crappy stores ignoring the age gap just to make a quick buck, the age gap can usually be stretched a bit more if the borrower is older than the human. Most instances like this happen if the human kid wants to adopt an older borrower so that they can feel like they have an older brother, sister, or even parental figure in their lives if they lack a family connection at home. This doesn’t happen too often, but that tends to be the one exception to the rule that’s more legitimate. Once a borrower reaches the maximum age for adoption, they’re usually either sold to a breeder or brought to a Haven, assuming that the store actually follows the regulations.

Intentional breeding of borrowers in a home is extremely rare in most cases. The only time when borrowers tend to be sold from a house is if they have a baby on their own but the humans unfortunately don’t want them to keep it. If borrowers are ever intentionally bred from a house, it’s usually done because that human wants to make money but they can’t afford to have some kind of area or equipment for a breeding facility. Still, it really doesn’t happen too often, and the conditions of breeding in a house tend to be just as bad as conditions in an actual breeding facility.

Fairytale - Yoongi

requested by anonymous: Suga + Fairytale

Part of the anniversary drabbles!
Author: Admin E
Warning: Smut
Word Count: +700


‘Are you almost done?’

‘Just a few more, stop nagging!’

‘You’ve already painted the entire field, can we go now?’

‘I’m almost done!’

Yoongi rolled his eyes in annoyance as he made himself comfortable, leaning his back against your neck and stretching his legs on the curve of your shoulder. His tiny wings fluttered a few times before he folded them on his back again. He was ready to go, but you clearly weren’t. He was getting tired of your impulsive ideas. First it was hanging out with that flying kid Pan Jimin and his own even more obnoxious fairy, Tinkerkook. Then you absolutely wanted to go swimming with the mermaids. Then you suddenly needed to paint all of the white roses you encountered red and he had to tag along all the time.

He didn’t like being in his Fairy form when he was with you, it made him feel small and unmasculine, but it was better than following you around everywhere and having to walk the whole time. He much rather took naps on your shoulder then.  

‘I wanna go home ____-.’

‘Hmm?’, you hummed distracted while focusing on getting the red paint on your brush in every little corner of the white rose, ‘Why?’

‘So i can change back to a human and punish you for dragging me along all day.’

You giggled and ruffled his hair with your pinky. ‘You’re so cute!’

Yoongi’s eyes flew open and he grabbed your pinky, not letting go of it when you tried to pull it back.

‘Yoongi, let me go. I need to finish thi-‘

A blinding light made you squeeze your eyes shut, like you were trying to look at the sun directly. Yoongi’s small figure lit up like a fireball and grew in size rapidly. Sprinkles of Fairy Dust flew everywhere, causing the field of roses to shimmer like a diamond. The beauty of it was dazzling you. And then you suddenly felt a weight on top of you as the light weakened again.

Yoongi had you pinned down to the ground, your arms above your head and his stunningly gorgeous face hovering only mere inches above yours.

‘Yoongi I-‘

‘Listen brat, you’ve had your playtime for today. It’s my turn.’, he growled before crashing his lips on yours, his hands pushing your arms upwards to stretch them even more above your head, pushing your legs open with his knee to position himself between them. You felt something hard poking against the inside of your thigh as he kept you in place. You whimpered against his soft lips when he pried your lips apart with his tongue, sliding into your mouth to start massaging yours. He moaned softly when he felt your wet muscle curling around his and you relaxed visibly, letting him take you over completely.

He stopped kissing you for a moment so you could catch your breaths again. He released one of your wrists to cradle your face gently, though his eyes were those of a hungry predator.

‘You know how frustrating it is to not get any attention? I’ve been wanting to fuck you all day but you just had to prance around everywhere doing all sorts of boring stuff. And it  certainly didn’t help sitting on your shoulder and getting the full view of your delicious, full breasts, seeing them bounce up and down when you walk, fuck…’, he groaned as he latched his lips onto the nape of your neck, where he was sleeping just a few minutes ago.

‘Yoongi…’, you whimpered when he started sucking into your skin, the electric sensations shooting through your body as he nibbled on your neck and grinded himself against your clothed clit, ‘Why didn’t you just tell me? Instead of sulking all the time-‘

‘Don’t talk back to me, you little brat.’, he growled as he bit down on your flesh, making you squeak in surprise. ‘I may be your fairy but don’t think for a second you can say and do whatever you want with me. You’re mine, not the other way around.’

His hand traveled southwards, his fingers crawling into your panties and softly stroking your sensitive little nub, wiping your mind clean of any thoughts.

‘I’ll show you who belongs to who right now.’, he whispered as he connected his lips with yours again.

Mind Games pt.3

Requested by me: You’ve been with the Joker for  while now but what happens when the clown tries to kill your old friend?

Pairing: The Joker x Reader x Harley (poly)

A/N - This counts as days 6 - 10 of my 500 word birthday countdown. It’s so long and I’m talking like 7200+ words so, sorry for that, I got carried away. Oh and look at that, another cliff hanger. I’d appreciate some feedback

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ - Sexual references, guns, mentions of death, daddy kink, grenades, needles

Part 1  Part 2  Part 4


I rubbed my eyes, entangled in the warm embrace of just one of my lovers. Harley Quinn snuggled more into me. Her toned arms were wrapped firmly around my waist. Often squeezing me like you would a stuffed teddy bear. Mistah J wasn’t much of a cuddler, on occasions he would but they were rare and so I guess she was simply latching on to the next best thing. My back was pressed firmly against her petite frame and I twisted in her arms. Watching her sleep was something of a unique experience. Her everyday lifestyle tended to be enthusiastic and peppy so to see her in such a calm state was beautiful. Her platinum blond locks with hints of both pink and blue sprawls across the pillow. It was times like this that I wished could last forever but peace never lasted long around here. I reached over to push a strand of hair out of her face just so I could appreciate her beauty more in this moment. It’s a strange thing to comprehend considering how I got here. The strenuous hours of torture. The long nights. The jolts of electricity that slowly took my sanity. It was like they had me under a spell, one I just couldn’t break. I had to be crazy because as fucked up as it sounds, I had actually fallen for Harley, and the Joker too. I planted a gently kiss on the pale girl’s forehead stirring her senses. Her body shifted slight but she didn’t seem to wake. I shuffled away but she just pulled herself closer as if scared to let go. I didn’t feel like disturbing her peace that would be almost cruel so I let my eye lids flutter closed as I lay on my back, her head snuggling up to my shoulder.

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Insecurities

post-reveal adrienette hurt/comfort???


He’s awkward and he can’t stop wiping his palms on his pants, but he knows too much time has passed (and one of them has to break sooner rather than later).

After all, it’s been two weeks now.

She’s shifting uncomfortably on her feet in front of him and he can’t stand what’s happened between them, can’t stand how him being there makes her so uncomfortable.

Gosh, he feels like such a jerk for showing up at her home uninvited.

“Uh,” he says intelligibly.

Come on, man–Speak words!

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