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Figure Skating Jumps With Yuuri and Viktor

This blog started out as a Yuri!!! on Ice trash blog, but somewhere along the way, my love for figure skating was rekindled. My blog now doubles as a figure skating… trash blog, lol! Yeah, I have no life.

Anyway! Jumps - wonderful to watch, confusing af to recognize. If this is your usual sentiment, then you have come to the right place! Let Yuuri and Viktor show you the different jumps done by figure skaters, as well as tips on how to recognize them.

Jumps are actually fairly easy to recognize once you know what to look for. The first thing to look for is how skaters propel themselves off the ice. Was there a toe pick assist - meaning did the other foot’s toe pick help the skater push off the ice? Or was the skater propelled solely by their knees? The former is called a toe jump, because the toe pick was used to lift off the ice. The latter is called an edge jump, because the skater jumped off directly from an edge of their skating blade. This is most recognizable through a deeper bend in the knees, because without a toe pick assist, the strength of the jump comes solely from the knees.

HOLD UP… EDGES???

Right, so we also need to understand edges first. If you search for close ups of skating blades viewed from the back, you will find that there is something like a hollow on the bottom of the blade so that there are two edges. If you were to stand with your feet just slightly apart, the inside edges would be the edges in line with your inner thighs (and calves, whatever). Conversely, the outside edges would be the edges that are facing the outside world.

Now, the great thing is all jumps are landed at the back outside edge. Which foot depends on the skater. Yuuri and Viktor both seem to favor landing on their right foot. Most skaters have a preferred landing foot, but to help you visualize, a skater who prefers landing on his right foot, for example, would always land tilted slightly to the right, because he is landing on his right outside edge.

So if it is not the landing that differentiates the jumps, what does? Yep, you got it - the entry.

Now that we have the basics down, time for the fun part: the different kinds of jumps!

EDGE JUMPS

Loop: Entered at the back outside edge of the same foot. You land exactly where you started, hence the “loop”. Example of a loop is the first gif, which is a loop done by Yuuri. The knee bend is not very clear, but see how his right foot is tilted to the right and slightly back? Clear back outside edge, landed also on his right foot.

Salchow: Yuuri’s bane of a jump is entered at the back inside edge of the opposite foot. The fun thing about the Salchow is that apart from the usual clues (knee bend and tilt of the foot), the nature of the landing is such that the entry leg sweeps into a wide arch once the skater lands on the opposite leg. Example is the second gif, done by Yuuri. See how Yuuri bends his knees? That is an obvious edge jump. See how his left foot tilts slightly inwards (inside edge take-off) before jumping off? Another interesting thing about this gif is Yuuri’s entry on the Salchow – it looked like he jumped from both feet. Two-footed Salchows are right or wrong depending on who you ask, but the idea is that the skater should still be taking off from the correct foot and the correct edge when entering the Salchow.

Axel: Yuuri’s favorite is also a common favorite among fans because it is easily recognizable AND it is the jump type with the highest points. The Axel is the only jump entered facing forward. Because of this entry, however, to land on the back outside edge (where all jumps land), you have to make an extra half rotation. That means a triple Axel is actually an Axel with three-and-a-half rotations, and this is also why it is given the most points. Also because of this, a quad Axel is the only remaining possible quad jump that has not yet been landed. (Can you imagine having to do four-and-a-half rotations?) Example, of course, is our boy Yuuri nailing that triple Axel in the third gif.

TOE JUMPS

Toe Loop: Arguably the easiest jump, it is basically a loop with a toe pick assist. With the extra assist, it is usually the first quad landed by most male skaters, and in the show, this is the only quad Phichit can land. The fourth gif is a triple toe loop done by Viktor. See the way his left toe pick helps him off the ice? See how cleanly he takes off (slight outside tilt of his right foot) and lands on the same foot (same outside tilt)?

Flip: Viktor’s signature quad, the flip jump is entered by the back inside edge of the opposite foot. Enter on the inside edge of one foot, land at the outside edge of the other foot - hence, you flip. You can also think of it as a Salchow with a toe pick assist. The fifth gif is a triple flip done by Viktor. I chose his triple flip because the animation is clearer here. See how his right leg swings for that toe pick assist? His left entry foot is tilted slightly inwards to jump from his inside edge, and he then lands on his usual right landing foot (tilted slightly outwards to the back outside edge). (Bonus: The quad flip in particular is interesting to watch out for because for some reason, the skaters do a full turn before the jump, which is not as obviously done when skaters do a triple flip instead. It makes the quad version look dramatic, at least especially in the show when Yuuri and Viktor do it with that solemn look on their faces and all, but it’s also fun to watch when real-life figure skaters like Shoma Uno - who was the first to land the quad flip - also does that full turn before jumping. Somebody explain this to me, though. What physics is at work there? Idk.)

Lutz: Chris’ signature jump and my personal favorite is the Lutz, which is entered on the back outside edge of the opposite foot. The interesting thing about the Lutz is that because it is entered from the outside edge of the opposite foot, it is counter-rotated - that means the skater goes one direction then spins the opposite direction. It is a high difficulty jump and so gets the second highest base score after the Axel. The last gif shown here is a Lutz done together by Yuuri and Viktor, and I slowed the gif down a bit to better show the characteristics of the jump. Viktor actually gives the more consistently clear example of Lutzes in the show, but see how Yuuri enters the jump on the first few frames? That is typical Lutz entry, where the skater’s entry foot crosses over to the opposite side to give it that tilt it needs so they jump from the back outside edge. See how Viktor’s left foot is slightly tilted so you see underneath his skate? He is tilted slightly to the left, but he then jumps counter-clockwise, even if with that tilt, his natural spin would have been clockwise. He then lands on his right foot on the outside edge.

And there you have it! The six types of figure skating jumps. I hope that was helpful to those who are interested in learning to recognize these awesome jumps. The more figure skating fans, the merrier, I say!

(Any questions on these jumps? Leave me a message and talk skating to me. I would love to answer your questions! ♡)

The Time I Took On the Military (And Won)

Considering the staggering amount of votes this one got, here you go!

ok so it’s my sweet sixteen and i took two of my closest friends paintballing. We started off alone with just the three of us. Me and this girl formed a truce so we could take out her brother. He found a building with a roof to shoot from so i was criss crossing and sliding behind shelters.

Long story short with this guy i snuck up behind his building and shot him point blank in the ass while he was climbing a ladder.

Except now his sister is my enemy and a much larger threat.

I criss cross my way back narrowly avoiding being shot. I skid to a stop behind this bush with a really gappy fence and go GOOD ENOUGH BRING IT ON and poke my muzzle through. I cant particularly see but I remembered seeing her in a little chapel window. I aim that general direction and open fire. I immediately hear HIT. When she comes out i see where i hit her. Right between the eyes like I couldnt do that again if I tried. Ill take it.

We’re back at the base ops and these massive dudes come over like “yo wanna join us we need more players” and we’re like “oh ya bud the more the merrier” so we go over and everyone is freaking massive and there’s us three tiny lil teenagers. I over hear they’re a military team and just sigh because i know im dead this is just my luck

Apparently they wanted us so that they could simulate having civilian to protect, who were also armed. (They did a piss poor job of this seriously wtf)

So the game starts and im seperated from my friends. They’re on the opposite team.

Im sticking near the leader and just generally trying not to die. He’s giving me orders as softly and nicely as he can, thinking Im scared. I mean really who wouldnt be?

I wasnt. I was ready to kick butt. When I am silent, be afraid, im planning something.

Next thing i know he’s gone. Shot, running, hiding i dont know and i dont care i gotta move there are way too many heavily armed men in these woods for me to be comfortable

Im trekking through this woodsy area keeping as low as possible because the other team has a freaking sniper and im not dealing with that no thanks im just a tiny teenager leave me alone ok

Im doing my thing and trying to find people to shoot because everyone is mia when i see people ahead.

Not my people.

And they havent seen me yet. Im looking around looking for some decent cover or somewhere to take them by surprise and there is nothing. The entire area is just thistle bushes with massive thorns. And then my idea hits. A wicked, mischievous idea. I grin behind my mask and get ready to lay my trap.

I plop myself down right in the middle of these thistles and army crawl to the path their taking and just lay still.

These guys dont see me.

They’re not expecting someone to be in these bushes cause who is that dumb.

The one dudes boot is an inch from my hand and i spring up and yell SURPRISE before shooting him right in the chest and then the two behind him. Three down, way too many to go. I ran away cackling like a witch

Dont die dont die dont die

I head out again and meet up with some more of my group. They stick me at the back to keep me out of harms way. A valiant, if ineffective effort

Enter enemy attack.

We get split up into two groups to flank them and i end up alone again. I moving slowly, spinning in a slow circled because I am EFFED

I’m a tiny lil sixteen year old girl, all alone, with about 15 guns pointed at me. I was completely surrounded. My comrades who had fled to live and fight another day are now making haste towards me like WHO LEFT THE KID BEHIND HELP HER and im like

hell no i got this

I went absolutely ape shit on their asses.

Shots are flying around me like crazy and everyone is screaming. One of the enemies shouts FALL BACK WHAT THE FU–

I hear one if my partners like HOLY SHIT SHE’S ALIVE

I barrel over one of the attackers and side arm his gun away. I break out from the Circle of Doom and make a mad dash for cover.

I leap into the air and spin to fave them. Im not getting shot in the back I an a WARRIOR

I just start spraying with a battle cry to rattle the heavens

I smack back down to earth and land in a crouch

Every single one of the attackers were shot, usually multiple times, and i didnt get shot once. Frankly no clue how i managed but I am NOT questioning it. Luck or skill I dont care

Eventually it was down to two people. Me and the other teams captain.

He’s a big, scary dude. He had a custom gun that could pop off a frankly alarming amount of shots per second.

The odds arent exactly in my favour.

We find each other right in the middle with trenches and tiny little metal fences for cover. Im walking through like plz dont shoot me i am small be nice

The dude pops up from a trench and starts firing. No mercy here.

Fine then.

I duck behind a fence and it is the most pathetic thing i have ever seen.

I have barely enough room to crouch behind it because it’s so small. The other dude finds a nice big trench and big fence the lucky lil jerk.

So we’re poppin up like weasels trying to get a shot in. I cant hit him, he cant hit me. Up and down and up and down. My fence angles down ever so slightly so im tucked in as tightly as I could. My fence is rattling as shot after shot after shot hits. The shots stop, i poke my muzzle over the edge amd lay down some fire.

And the cycle repeats

I get tired of this little exchange so the next time he goes down i lay on some cover fire and sprint like hell for a near by trench like i am just bookin it thinking dont shoot me dont shoot me imma kill you

i slide in and pop up just as he rises to take a shot. Except im not where he thought id be.

I shot him right in the side of his bald lil head.

So i won. My team legit carried me on their shoulders back to base ops

And that’s the time I, a sixteen year old girl, beat a team of militarily trained behemoths

A thing I will never properly write:

His sophomore year, Bitty starts vanishing from 6-9 every Wednesday night and comes back to the Haus looking really happy. Jack notices (of course he does) and awkwardly brings it up (on one of their not dates for coffee) and it turns out Bitty is going to one of the school’s (many, many) LGBTQAI+ group meetings and is like “PLEASE do not tell the boys about this, let me have this one thing” so Jack is like “of course” and totally doesn’t notice how even more people are waving to Bitty when they walk to class, or how Bitty seems to be getting even MORE texts, like, all the time. 

(He definitely doesn’t hear Bitty arriving home verrrrry late one night and ending up humming all smiley to himself while he cooks breakfast the next morning, a hickey not quite hidden by his collar.)

ANYWAY. 

One Saturday night Jack gets a phone call, and it’s Bitty, and he sounds furious and wants to know if Jack can please pick him up RIGHT NOW, so Jack goes to get him.

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Things You Can do to Help Disabled People That Don't Cost A Cent
  • Do not talk about an obviously disabled person in front of them as if they can’t hear or understand you.
  • Do not talk to a disabled person’s companion instead of them.  
  • Ask permission before touching people, or their wheelchairs/other equipment. Even if you want to help.
  • Ask disabled people about their lives and really listen to their answers.  (Within reason. Asking people personal questions about their sex lives, for example, is rude unless you are very close to them and they’ve communicated they’re OK with that).
  • Listen to what they say whether they are speaking, writing, typing, using text to speech, using a letterboard, using PECS, gesturing, using sign language, or using any other form of communication.  People who cannot speak can still communicate.
  • Stand up for people you see getting bullied.
  • Understand that disabled people don’t just need friends, they can be friends, too.
  • Every public place does not need to have loud, blaring music and TVs with flashing screens.  
  • If you blog, put bright, flashing images that can trigger seizures under a cut so that people with seizures can avoid looking at them.
  • If a job can possibly be done without a person driving, don’t require candidates to drive/have a driver’s license, and don’t interview candidates and then reject them because they don’t drive.
  • When talking to someone who has trouble speaking or stutters, and takes a long time to speak, wait for them to answer. Don’t keep repeating the question or pressuring them. Yes, if you’re like me and your mind is going really fast and you forget what people are saying if they take too long, it can be hard to be patient.  Do it anyway.
  • If you are talking to a deaf person, make it easier for them to lip-read by facing towards them while looking at them, and not covering your mouth with your hands.
  • If you are talking to someone with hearing impairment or auditory processing disorder, it is more helpful to slow down or rephrase what you’re saying than to just speak more loudly.  
  • Some disabled people have difficulty understanding nonliteral language such as metaphors and idioms (e.g., “a stitch in time saves nine”). If you’re talking to someone like this, try explaining what you mean by these figures of speech, or just not using them.
  • Recognize that failure to make eye contact does not mean someone is lying to you. It may be uncomfortable for them.
  • Recognize that unwillingness to go out to loud, crowded bars does not mean someone isn’t interested in socializing with you.
  • If people have difficulty spelling, or using the appropriate jargon/terminology for your social group, do not assume they’re stupid.  You may need to paraphrase some “jargon” for them.
  • Recognize that a person can need time alone and it doesn’t mean they don’t like you or want to be with you. It’s just something they need so they can function at their best.
  • If a person does not recognize you, do not assume they don’t care about you.  They may be face-blind.
  • If a person does not remember your birthday (or other major names, numbers, or dates) do not assume they don’t care about you. They may simply have a bad memory.
  • Understand that a disabled person’s talents, however esoteric, are real, not unimportant “splinter skills.”
  • Colorblindness affects more than just knowing what color something is.  To a colorblind person, colors that they can’t see will look the same if they have the same degree of lightness/darkness.  That means that to a red-green colorblind person, a red rose on a green background will blend in instead of contrast starkly, and the Chicago CTA El map will be difficult to understand.  Understand that something that stands out to you and seems obvious may literally not be visible to a colorblind person.
  • Accept stimming.
  • Don’t tell them “but you look so normal.” But, if they accomplish something you know they were working really hard to do, it’s great to compliment them on it.
  • Understand that a person can be working incredibly hard to do something and may still not perform as well as you’d like them to, as well as the average person would, or as well as the situation demands.
  • If someone has a major medical problem, disability, or chronic illness, then just eating some special healthy diet or exercising more isn’t going to cure it. It might help, it might hurt, it might do nothing, but they’ve probably heard it before, and it’s none of your business in any case.
  • A person with OCD knows that checking or counting or whatever compulsion they perform won't really prevent disaster from happening, it’s just a compulsion. That doesn’t stop them from feeling the need to do it anyway.  A person with anxiety may know at least some of their fears are irrational or unlikely to occur. That doesn’t stop them from feeling anxious.  A person with trichotillomania may know it hurts them to pull out their hair or pick at their skin, but they have trouble stopping themselves anyway.  A depressed person may know they would feel better if they got out of their house and talked to people, but that doesn’t make them feel any more up to doing those things. A person who hallucinates may know the hallucinations aren’t real, but that doesn’t make them go away or feel less upsetting.  You see the pattern?  You can’t cure people with mental illnesses by telling them they’re being irrational or hurting themselves.  If it were that easy, they’d have cured themselves already.
  • Do not tell a person with ADHD or mental illness that they should not be taking medication.  This is a personal decision. Furthermore, since medications have wide-ranging effects on people’s bodies and minds and often unpleasant side effects, most people taking medications have thought through the issue, done a cost-benefit analysis, and decided that the ability to function better is worth it.  Their decision should be respected.
  • A disabled person with intellectual disability who has the academic or IQ abilities of, say, a seven year old does not actually have the mind of a seven year old. They have different life experiences, needs, stages of life, bodies, and so on.
  • If a disabled person is having a meltdown, they are not angry, they are terrified.  They’re not throwing a tantrum or being aggressive, they have gone into fight or flight. The best thing you can do is remain calm yourself and help them calm down. It may help to keep your distance, keep your voice low and calm, let them retreat to a safe place if they know to do that, or remind them to do so if they don’t.  Reasoning with them won’t work well because they’re unlikely to be able to hear and understand you.  The worst thing you can do is start yelling yourself, threatening them, be violent to them, cut off their escape route, or get right up in their personal space.  

Other ideas?  Please reblog and add more.  The more the merrier.

The Stag and The Bastard

IMAGINE: Being the younger sister of Robert, Stannis and Renly and meeting Jon Snow in the kitchens during the feast. 

[gif is not mine. creds to the owner. part of the poetry series, this time it’s based off lang leav’s ‘someone like you’.] 

warnings: none

words: 2.0k +


‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for?…’

She could feel the stares of the people as she walked into the hall, nevertheless she kept walking her chin held up high. (Y/N) knew why they were staring. Of course it was very uncommon for such a highborn lady to not wear dresses, but it was so trivial. She could hear Robert’s voice from the end of the hall, she could practically see Cersei rolling her eyes at her husband’s behaviour.  

“Sister!” She looked at her brother at the centre of the table, gesturing for her to hurry along and break her fast with them.

“Brother,” she greeted him when she was close enough. She walked past the Stark and the Baratheon children. She wasn’t older than them by any means, basically the same age as Robb but nonetheless she was royalty.

“Why are you dressed like a man?” Renly spoke, smirking when he saw his sister’s reaction.

“I’m going around Winterfell today to see what there is,” she looked around at the faces. Robert looked on with interest as well as Cersei, Stannis looked indifferent and Renly just looked amused. “As well as around the North.”

“Do you have an escort my lady?” Catelyn spoke from her far left. “We have plenty of escorts to show you around.”

(Y/N)’s gaze turned to Cat, she smiled softly and shook her head. “Thank you, but I already have an escort. A suitable one, one that I chose myself.”

“Who is it?”

“Jon Snow,” she could practically feel the anger radiate from Cat as soon as she said that name. (Y/N) smiled at her, this time with an all knowing smile, without another word she took her seat and sat beside Renly.


“You’re stirring things up sister,” Renly whispered softly.

“I’m not,” she responded. Renly gave her a knowing look. “Okay, maybe I am but I’m not intentionally doing it.”

“How did you even get to meet Jon Snow? How did you get him as the escort?”

“So many questions brother,” (Y/N) twirled her fork and looked at the table below them. She looked for the familiar black hair but knowing better. Of course he wasn’t at the table with them. He was probably alone outside, or maybe he was inside a barn? Or in the kitchens, much like he was last night.


The clanging sounds of pots and pans echoed across the narrow hall where (Y/N) walked, she could see the faint light of the kitchens. A booming laugh echoed across the hall, knowing that it came from her over joyous brother from the feast behind her.

“Your Highness?” A servant stood before, curtsying. “Is something the matter?”

(Y/N) softly smiled, “No.” She pointed to the room where the light was coming from, “Is this the kitchens?”

“Yes my lady,” (Y/N) nodded ending the conversation. The servant curtsied again and hurried off.

(Y/N) walked towards the kitchen, she could hear the conversations that were being held. She heard her name being mentioned, with quiet movements she moved to the alcove just before it.

“I’m telling you Myl, that girl is no Highborn woman, nor a Princess,” a woman with a gruff voice sounded. “The way that she holds herself, she’s more interested in cajoling with the men and knights than being properly trained as a royal. I hear that she’s the black sheep in that family.” (Y/N) could imagine the tittering imbeciles edging in closer trying to catch up on the latest gossip while they make the food. 

(Y/N) clenched her fist together, she’s heard this over the years of course. She preferred to be in the company of men as she wanted to fight, not what everyone else seem to think so. She’s heard the whispers, the rumours from servants to noble people alike. But she was never the black sheep of the family. When she said that she would rather fight and train with the soldiers, her brothers had reservations it wasn’t until Jaime Lannister came to her aid and supported her. From then on she’s become one of the fiercest and merciless fighters of Westeros.

“That’s why she’s called the Iron Princess,” another voice joined in. “She has no mercy. No sympathy, she’s more like a Lannister than a Baratheon. She’s a whore too I hear.” There was more that the woman was going to say but she was interrupted when a voice yelled out ‘enough’.

“You mustn’t say things like that,” she’s heard that voice before. Earlier in the day. “She’s different aye, but that does not matter. If she hears you saying things like this then we’ll see if she has mercy or not.” She could hear the sounds of his shoes as he walked around the room. “Even then if rumours are circulated around it won’t be just her who would be spiteful, it will be her brothers and the Lannisters, even my father.”

It was true of course, what he just said. She was loved by her brothers, and she was loved by the Lannisters. Tywin practically raised her when her father died.

“Be careful what you say around here. Now go on, I think it’s the next course you wouldn’t want them to be waiting now do you?” She could hear all of their feet move across the floor, she burrowed herself to the wall when they passed, strangely enough they were all quiet.


“Thank you for that,” (Y/N) said softly as she walked into the kitchens. She saw Jon jump a little bit and held in her laugh. She watched as he turned around almost tripping over his own feet.

“Your Highness,” he bowed.

“(Y/N).”

“I beg your pardon?”

She walked towards him, “I don’t like titles. We’re all the same when we’re buried in the ground,” she shrugged. “Although dead kings garner more respect and admiration than actual living people.”

“I’m sorry for what they said. They hear rumours and they speculate.”

She shrugged, “I’ve heard far worse from far worse people Jon Snow, no worries.” (Y/N) walked along the bench, scrunching her nose up at the various smells and dirtiness of the kitchen. “Some rumours do tend to stem from the truth,” he looked at her, his dark eyes following her every move. She looked at him and smirked, “Some rumours. Not all though.”

Jon cleared his throat, not believing that (Y/N) Baratheon the most sought out person in all of the Seven Kingdoms was here with him, the bastard of Winterfell. “How does one weave out the lies and find the truth?”

She tapped her lip with her finger and thought for a moment. “If they know you well enough, love you or care for you, they know.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here with me?”

(Y/N) stared at him, “I didn’t want to be here with you.”

Jon looked down, she sighed, “I meant that I come to the kitchens sometimes so I can be alone and eat,” she grinned at him. “The company that I have right now is an added bonus. The good kind.”

“But I’m a bastard, the bastard,” Jon emphasized. He knew that he was treated far worse than the usual bastards because he was Ned Stark’s.

“And?” She sat down at one of the stools and gestured for him to do the same. “I don’t care if you’re a bastard, Ned Stark’s or not. I told you, I hate figurative titles.” (Y/N) looked at the plate of pies, took it and passed one to Jon. “Now to lighter topics, what is there to see about the dreary and grey North?”

“I could show you tomorrow, if you’d like.” Jon offered as gratefully took the pie from her.

(Y/N) chewed her pie slowly and stared at Jon, enjoying making him squirm as he waits for her answer. Finally she swallowed the piece and poured herself some wine. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer Jon Snow,” she said before she sipped the wine.


There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism…’ 

“Sister?” Renly gently nudged her with his elbow. She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked at her brother. “You were far away all of a sudden.”

She smiled cordially at him, “Just remembering dear brother, no need to worry.”

Renly huffed, “I wasn’t worried. I just thought you were going insane.”

(Y/N) took another forkful of sausage in her mouth, took her napkin and gently dabbed away the grease. She looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw that Jon appeared. He seemed hesitant to walk towards her but she nodded at him and started walking. (Y/N) stood up, her chair scraping across the floors as she walked down the steps to greet Jon.

“What are you doing here?” Cat looked at Jon, disdain still in her eyes and her voice.

Jon looked at (Y/N) then at Cately, then at the rest of the table. Each pair of eyes now directed at him. “I invited him.” He heard (Y/N)’s voice coming from his right and he smiled at her. “He’s my guest.”

(Y/N) stood next to Jon, linking her arms with him. She looked at his face and smiled, then turned to the table and arched a brow, silently asking if they had any objections.

“A bastar-,” Cately’s words were taken from her mouth as Robert laughed.

“The more the merrier!” He knew that if Catelyn finished her words, his sister’s temper would flare up and as amusing it would be he still liked Catelyn, and it would cause some tension if his sister accidentally hurt her.

“Come Jon,” she led him to sit next to her. “Break your fast then you show me what the North has to offer.” Jon could feel the stares of everyone as he sat down. He smiled meekly at Robb and Arya who were staring at him unflinchingly.


…It is something I can always keep close to me -to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine…’ 

As he prepared the saddles for the horses, Jon felt a presence behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Jaime Lannister, in his golden glory. “I don’t know what you’re doing with (Y/N), but if you harm her in anyway I’ll be forced to kill you in her honour.” Jaime passed the bag that Jon needed. “And it won’t just be my wrath that you have to watch out for.” He nodded towards Tywin who was conversing with Littlefinger and Ned on the other side of the courtyard.

Jon nodded and swallowed the nervousness that he was feeling. He knew that (Y/N) was one of the most beloved people in Westeros and if he certainly did hurt her then nothing could ever save him, not even all of the Gods.

He watched as (Y/N) came out of the castle, still in her outfit from the morning, her dark hair flowing behind her. He spotted the Queen walking beside her and watched as they conversed quietly. 


“Be careful (Y/N), the North is harsh and unforgiving.”

“Much like the Lannisters, Cersei, I will be fine.” She hugged her goodsister and bid her farewell. (Y/N) walked towards Jon as he held the two reins, passing one to her. “Are you ready Jon?”

He nodded and waited for her to saddle up, then joined her. Jon looked back at the courtyard, he could feel their stares, waiting for him to mess up but alas he did not. He looked at Cersei, her eyes never leaving his, he nodded at her hoping that he received the message that he will not hurt her and no harm will come to her. She nodded and walked towards her father.

Jon looked at (Y/N) who was now staring at him with curious eyes, “Don’t worry Jon, I’ll make sure I won’t fall off my horse so they won’t kill you.” She gave a hearty laugh one that usually comes from Robert. He gave her a small smile. Sensing the hesitancy and nervousness, she trotted her horse towards him. “I’m too interested in you Jon Snow, to ever let any harm come to you.”

This time he smiled at her genuinely. “Now let’s go, I can’t wait to see the different shades of grey I can find in the North!” He watched as she trotted her horse to the gates. Jon looked back at everyone, this time their stares more warm than before but still cautious.

 As he rode alongside (Y/N), her words filling the cold air, he couldn’t help but feel right and complete. Even if he was a bastard, he can damn well show her how much of a man he could be. 

‘…No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.’ 

BTS Single Parent AU

kookies-and-myrok asked: Hello, sweets! I love your writing and I’m not just saying that Lol i always get excited when you post smt, anyways do you write parent au’s? If you do can I get a BTS reaction about what they would be like as a single parent? If not then its okay! Keep up the great work 💜

This doesn’t necessarily work as a reaction, but I can do a little like… bullet drabble or whatever on this. Either way, very doable. - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

There’s like… this anime called Amaama to Inazuma (a.k.a. Sweetness and Lightning) which is basically about a single father who raises his daughter to the best of his abilities but he can’t cook as well as his wife (who passed away). I see Single Parent!Jin being like that… except in Jin’s case he can actually throw down in a kitchen

  • Lots of love and affection
  • Smothers his baby girl with kisses before dropping her off to daycare and after picking her up
  • The daycare moms thirst after him bOI
  • His cookies sold out the fastest at the school bakery
  • Partially because Daycare Moms are trying to give him the succ
  • Mainly because his cookies are bomb asf
  • He got hoes
  • Reads/sings his daughter to sleep at night religiously
  • Chocolate covered Strawberries while they watch cartoons together
  • Shed a single tear in the beginning of Finding Nemo evRYTIM
  • Was literally floating on air for like a month because his daughter told him he was the “handsomest appa”
  • Tries really hard to scold his baby girl
  • Can’t look her in the face when he does it because she’s too damn cute
  • Puppy Dog Eyes work every once in a while tbh
  • Will cAUSE A FUCKING SCENE IF HE EVER HEARD SOMEONE WAS BULLYING HIS CHILD
  • Dad jokes, fucking duh.

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Yoongi

Picture this: Yoongi is chilling, right? Lounging on the sofa, watching some psychological mystery film or whatever emo shit he watches. His face is pretty indifferent. He’s unbothered asf. His right arm is covered in scribbles and squiggles. His 7 year old son is currently surrounded by markers, casually doodling on his dad’s arm.

  • Lets his son choose whatever toys he wants
  • If his baby boy wants a nerf gun, he’ll get a nerf gun.
  • If his baby boy wants a fucking bubblegum pink barbie jeep atv, he’s getting a fucking bubblegum pink barbie jeep atv.
  • Also lets his kid wear whatever he wants
  • Supports the creative and imaginative endeavors of his child
  • Does not support coloRING ON THE WALL YOU LIL DEMON BABY
  • Sometimes stares at his child and thinks “whose mans is this?”
  • Also looks at his child and thinks “that’s the love of my life”.
  • One time considered redecorating his closet just so that he can hang a bunch of mirrors on the wall so that whenever his child does something stupid, he can sit him in that closet and close the door so that he can look at his reflection and reevaluate his 7 years long life.
  • All in all he’s a super supportive daddio.
  • He’s not like the other dads.
  • He’s a Cool Dad™

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anonymous asked:

Story time, awhile back my very straight female coworkers were talking about going out to a gay bar and of course I'm like :/ internally. And they're going on and on like "well I probably won't find mister right" which... first of all, bi men exist, but I respond "You might find ms right though?" And I swear the look of horror on their faces. Like. Girls. You're going to a gay bar. You're going to an ostensibly safe space for queer people. There's gonna be gays there. Girls. It's a gay bar.

ugh. like i never minded straight people hanging out because 1. could be bi (i was that “straight” girl once upon a time) 2. the more fun the merrier. but the moment they forget that, like girl bye. that’s not just a club for us. it’s not just a bar. it’s literally the only space we have to be with our own people so don’t act shocked when you’re, for the first time ever, the minority. appreciate the fact you’re even there. in OUR safe space.

  • Emma: whoah whoah are we sure we want Gold here?
  • Charming: well he's... changed...?
  • Regina: turned over a new leaf
  • Charming: which, granted, looks a lot like the old leaf, but y'know, hope for the best, right?
  • Emma:
  • Snow: we couldn't invite Belle without inviting him okay
  • Hook: aye, and that just wouldn't be fair
  • Emma: wait whoah Killian, YOU are okay with this?
  • Hook: of course!
  • Hook: it's a happy occasion!
  • Hook: the more the merrier!
  • Emma:
  • Hook: also I might have poisoned his lasagna
  • Hook: so no need to worry, he won't be staying long

“Harry, slow down!” You giggled, stumbling over your feet as Harry practically dragged you down the hallway clumsily. Harry’s grip tightened when you stumbled once again, making him turn back to glance at you and make sure you weren’t actually going to fall over. “I can’t walk in these heels!” 

“It’s not my fault you chose the stilettos.” Harry hummed, apologizing under his breath when he knocked into someone while leading you to the guest bedroom. 

Harry had decided to throw a house party in celebration of the success of his debut album and was very much surprised by the number of people that came. He had definitely sent out more invitations than intended, but that was okay! The more, the merrier… Right? Wrong. Very, very wrong. Because now all he wanted was to kick everyone out of the house so he could get a little loving from you. (Or, a lot. He wanted a lot.) He might have gone a little crazy on the Cosmopolitans and the only thing he could think about was what he was going to do once he got you out of that slinky little dress.  

“Harry, I have to fix my shoe,” You hiccuped, stopping in your tracks and reaching down with your free hand to adjust the strap on the heel. “If I fall and break my ankle you won’t be able to fuck me at al-”

“Harry! Hey, where are you guys headed off to? We were just about to whip up a couple more of my famous strawberry daiquiris.” You looked up as one of Harry’s friends walked over to you guys, half-listening in on the small talk and half-admiring your boyfriend. God, he’s beautiful. So beautiful. Like a celestial being. Kinda like Wonder Woman. 

“Y/N’s not feeling too good so I’m jus’ gonna check if we have any panadol.” Harry hummed, smiling lightly at you as you reached over to twirl your finger around a strand of his hair. “But save some daiquiris fo’ us! We’ll be down in a mo’.” It was once his friend disappeared that he began dragging you down the hallway again, headed straight towards your guys’ bedroom door. 

You couldn’t help but laugh lightly as Harry struggled to unlock the door (You liked having it locked during house parties because one time you found Niall and some girl going at it in your bed) before he finally got it and held it open to let you in.“S’too dark, I can’t see anythin’.”

“That’s what the light is for, H.” You snorted, slapping your hand against the light switch and squinting as the room lit up. Both of you were pretty drunk and it was amazing that you were able to make it to the room without passing out in the first place. You definitely didn’t expect Harry to push you up against the wall almost immediately after you shut the door, your lips tugging up in a grin as you pushed at Harry’s chest lightly. “We can’t, we’re the hosts! We’re being bad hosts…” 

“S’okay, Niall’s down there dancing on our bloody table, he’ll distract everyone.” Harry murmured against your neck, his fingers already working the zipper on the back of your dress. 

“What if someone walks in?” You gasped, feeling Harry nip on your skin hungrily before sucking lightly. 

“Locked the door already.” He groaned, pushing his hips against yours while keeping you pressed up against the wall. 

“But what if everyone hears us?” At this point, Harry had already pushed your dress down to your hips, looking up at you as he kneeled down on the ground. Harry knew you were teasing him - You loved teasing him when it came to situations like this. 

“You’re killin’ me here, baby.” He puffed out playfully, planting a kiss to your hipbone and hooking a finger in your panties.

“I’m just saying I don’t want you to be humiliated once everyone hears you moaning and groaning for me.” You shrugged casually, smirking down at Harry in a cocky manner. What? You knew you were good in bed, Harry knew you were good in bed - You were telling the truth! (Not to mention, you got a 100% more confident when you had your fair share of tequila shots.) 

“You’re gonna eat your words tonight, love.” 

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“Seventeen Days” (Part 6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)

Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.

“Seventeen Days (Masterlist)”

“I really want to eat outside, let’s go! I want to be where the people are!”

“What are you, the Little Mermaid? And why do I need to come with you?! Also don’t hold my sandwich hostage, give that to me!”

“The Little Mermaid doesn’t go anywhere without her grumpy crab Sebastian! Also, you promised last night! Your sandwich is collateral, so deal with it!”

His brow furrowing and his lips twisting into a scowl, Bucky stares at you with a downright frightening look, but both of you know that it doesn’t have any effect on you. He learned this last night when the both of you nabbed a private study room to work on the Calculus problem sets. Bucky contorted his face into a series of intimidating glares and stone-cold masks, but you continued to happily gab your way through a problem set.

You happily hook your arm around Bucky’s, which elicits a weird strangled noise from him. “You asked me late at night when I was really tired! You asked when my defenses were low!” he starts to protest as you drag him out of the building.

“This campus is so beautiful, it would be criminal to not eat outside,” you chirp, ignoring the man-child whines of your companion. You’re scanning the college green for the perfect spot to eat lunch, when your eyes land on a familiar figure. A smile lights up on your face and you pull Bucky’s attention to the table where this person sits with two other people. “There. That’s where I want to eat. Let’s eat with them.”

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Way Better than Bumble (Spencer Reid x Reader)

Hi loves! Another Unbeta’d fluffy request fill for anon who wanted “request about reader is Garcia’s close friend and she sees the team out for drinks or something and she goes up to Garcia’s and gets introduced to the team & hits it off with Reid.” Hope you enjoy it! xx 


You tousled with your hair one last time before you grabbed your keys, thinking that it was as good as it was going to get (a conclusion you had to make each time you got ready to go out, if you were being honest). Half of you was excited at the prospect of meeting this guy from Bumble, but another half hated this. You and Michael had hit it off well enough on the app, he was good at keeping up conversation without being pushy or getting weird, but there was an awkwardness that you couldn’t shake. You didn’t even tell you best friend Penelope about the date, afraid to look desperate - or that Pen would try and set you up herself.

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Before

Alright, so I’m been working on this little beauty for a while now. (I actually started it on Harry’s birthday and then lost track of it). It’s now turned into a two-parter that kind of stemmed from this prompt:

Whenever you get the chance, can you do a blurb where harry and her share a group of friends since elementary school and as they grow up they date and then they break up and its kind of awkward because they have to see each other all the time because of their friends? 

But I changed it a bit to fit the story. This is part 1. Part 2 will be called “After”, and will pick up directly where this one left off. I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to finish part 2, but I’m excited to work on it so I will start it as soon as I get a chance!

I hope you enjoy this. It’s the first long story I’ve written all month, other than my Valentine’s Day one, and it feels good to pound out 5000 words again. :)

Let me know what you think and if you’re excited for Part 2!!

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If one look was worth a thousand words, you and Harry always wrote a novel to each other.

You had spotted him across the patio, watching him surrounded by friends, laughing and having a fantastic time, drink in hand and smile on his face. Seeing him so happy, you couldn’t help but smile as well. His happiness was still important to you, even after all this time. You were clearly still important to him as well – he had invited you to his birthday party, after all – but there was a wall up between the two of you that had been there for a few years now, and neither of you seemed to be able to break it down again.

He had spotted you as well, watching him from across the room, and shot you a quick smile and nod to indicate that he had seen you and was seemingly happy to see you there. But he didn’t beckon you over and you made no move to get any closer. He was surrounded by a ton of people – some you knew and some you didn’t – and you didn’t feel right about intruding on that.

You didn’t want to say that Harry had invited you to his party out of obligation, but it was no secret that the two of you weren’t exactly bffs anymore. Ever since the breakup a few years back, things had been a bit tense and, as much as you had both attempted to keep things friendly, it was tough.

The break up hadn’t been easy. You had dated for about six months, gotten quite close, but then just gradually started to realize that your lives were going down two completely different paths and that it was probably best to put an end to things sooner, rather than later, so the transition would be a bit easier for both of you. But, although the sentiment was mutual, it wasn’t a welcome decision for either of you.

The biggest problem with having so many mutual friends was that meeting up with Harry again was inevitable. You could always both tell that the other was trying to be extra polite and extra accommodating and trying so, so hard not to make things awkward or uncomfortable, which usually just ended up making things even more awkward and uncomfortable.

When he had invited you to his party, you knew that he was just doing it to be polite because you had happened to walk in on a conversation between Harry and Jeff talking about the party, and Harry didn’t want to be rude. Somehow, you had all ended up at a Kings of Leon concert together with a large group of friends and you were walking to grab your coat when the party conversation had come up.

Harry had silently cursed Jeff for being so loud and obnoxious about the upcoming birthday party. It wasn’t that Harry didn’t want you there – the more the merrier; you were still his friend, after all – but it was awkward because he hadn’t invited you and now you were standing right there while Jeff was going on and on about how many people were coming and what music there would be and when the food was going to be ready, and Harry was looking as if he had purposely asked everyone else in his life other than you.

“You’re uh, welcome to come, of course,” Harry had said, trying to salvage the situation, “S’all really casual and everything.”

You, not wanting to be rude, had accepted the invite but spent the next few days with your stomach in knots over the party and what would happen while it was going on. It wasn’t as if it was an intimate gathering with just you and Harry, but you were still going to his birthday party as an ex-girlfriend.

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[I'm On Fire] - Part 1

Jeffrey x Reader

[Shoutout to @theartofimagining13 for inspiring this prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: okay I’m definitely scared to post LOL but I saw a lot of people wanted this prompt written so I thought I’d give it a go! This is a AU!Jeffrey, and I hope I do this prompt justice especially since so many people got pumped for it. ENJOY 💕also just a shoutout to my awesome betas for giving me the confidence to post this piece! Xoxo if you have ideas how want this to go send me some.

Tags: 18+, daddy kink, lots of smut next chapter ;)

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“…Now I can tell by your faces that you’re all ready to get the hell out of here. I know, I know…it’s a Friday…and being indoors is the last thing you guys want. But before you leave, I just want to discuss your recent papers. I must say I was fairly disappointed in most of them…”

Professor Lincoln paced back and forth in front of the lecture hall, his piercing blue eyes staring down his students. “When discussing historic analysis, I don’t expect you to just give me the facts. I want more depth in these essays…make connections to our world today, and to previous things that have already happened. I know from our in-class discussions you are smarter than what you sound like on paper. With that in mind, I will now formally dismiss the class. Please, think about what I’ve said, and enjoy your weekend!”

He went behind his desk, each student trudged their way forward picking up their essays with a dismal look on their face. Many of them underestimated how tough he was by his cool personality. Standing in the back of the line, you nervously held your history book close to your chest with one hand, while fidgeting at the hem of your skirt with the other. You approached his desk, the sound of your black heeled ankle boots echoing in the now empty room.

“Ahhh…(Y/N)? Correct?” He leaned back against his chair, your essay secured between his fingers.

“Yes” You responded, feeling your heart flutter in your chest. You saw how the girls swooned in class over him, but that isn’t what is making you feel nervous at this moment. He was the head of the History department, and you knew he was a hard man to impress. All you were praying for was at least an average grade.

You saw a small smile spread across his face, as he handed you your essay. Other than a few red marks here and there, there was a massive ‘A’ written on the top right corner. “You know, for my quietest student, you definitely know how to impress with your words” He said, his accent melodic in your ear. He crossed his leg over the other, proud to see the accomplishment on your face. “I’d like to hear you speak up more in class, and I look forward to reading your work in the future”

“Thanks Professor!”, you responded. You slid the paper between your hardcover textbook, and said your goodbye before making your way out of the classroom. You were greeted by your two closest friends, Phoebe and Regina. “And how did our nerd do on her history paper?” Phoebe asked, the three of you making your way through the hallways of the building.

“Oh please, can’t you see that look on her face? Little Miss Smartass killed it, just like I knew she would” Regina wrapped her arm around your shoulder giving it a squeeze.

The three of you made it to the outdoor courtyard. The pale grey stone laced with ivy green vines surrounded you. The gargoyles protectively scanned the skies above watching the sun hide behind the marshmallow clouds, as a gust of an early autumn breeze blew past. You snuggled in your favorite knitted white sweater, inhaling the sweet scent of fall. After ordering your drinks at the coffee kiosk, the three of you found your usual spot on the wooden benches.

You spent your last four years of high school invisible. The good girl whose head was buried in her books; that was your reputation. When you first came to university last year, you were hoping for things to be different. Despite your efforts, adjusting turned out to be harder than expected. You were trying to find your place among an eclectic group of people. It wasn’t until your second semester where things finally seemed to settle into place…in more perfect ways than you could even imagine.

“Are we still going out tomorrow night?” Regina asked, taking a sip from her latte.

“As long as we don’t go to that stuffy club on Green…” You scrunched up your face in disgust, “Oh! There’s a new tapas place that just opened, how does that sound? Some delicious food, good music?” You raised your brows suggestively in their direction.

“Yes! That sounds like fun” Phoebe added on, she glanced behind you, her eyes widening as someone caught her attention. “Julian!”

Every time Julian was around, it was a constant reminder of how vulnerable you were when you first came. You fell for his pretty boy eyes, and captivating personality. He was popular, with over half the student body fawning over him…and he liked you. The combination was hard to resist at the time. He was the reason people knew your name, your brief relationship turning into a romanticized story with a number of supporters who followed it. Somewhere along the way, you realized how wrong you were for him. Even more importantly…how wrong he was for you. You earned the reputation of being the first girl to break his heart, and he never fully recovered.

“And how are my three beautiful girls today?“ He asked, sliding next to you. The charisma in his tone prompting you to roll your eyes.

“Discussing plans for tomorrow…you should definitely join if you’re free”

You noticed him quickly glance in your direction, “Sorry, I’ve got to finish up a paper. Let me tell you, whoever said final year would be a breeze, definitely lied…” He ran his fingers through his black hair, breathing out a heavy sigh. “…I’m getting old”

HA! You nearly choked on the dark roast you swallowed. You two may have agreed to remain friends, but you could see right through him. “Age is but a number” You stated with a sage tone, bringing the cup back to your lips.

His eyes lingered on your mouth, longer than you were comfortable with before changing the subject. “Whats your next class?”.

“Art History” you answered, pressing the button on your iPhone to check the time. “…which we are going to be late to if we don’t get going”. You unlocked the phone screen, swiping right to look at the message you just received.

JD: >> Mind if we cancel dinner and stay in?

>> You make staying in sound like that’s a bad thing.

JD: >> Trust me, it works out fucking perfectly on my end.

You felt your cheeks burn reading your last message. “(Y/N)? Art History, remember?” Phoebe snapped you out of your thoughts. “Right, I’m coming”, you looped your arm under the strap of your handbag, quickly swallowing the last drop of your coffee and headed towards your group.

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JD: >> What’s the name of the Roman wall that bordered Britain?

>> Hadrian’s Wall?

JD: >> It doesn’t fit, there’s a goddamn ‘P’ in there that’s throwing me off.

>> Ohhh yeah they made it a bit difficult. It’s also called Picts Wall…and are you finishing the crossword puzzle without me?!

JD: >> Relax, baby. It’s not the one you and I have been working on. How much longer do you think you’ll be?

>> 20 minutes xx

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“Do you think I should invite him tomorrow night?” Regina bit her bottom lip, her deep set eyes focusing on her bright phone screen.

“Go for it!” Julian egged her on, “I know Jacob, he’s a pretty great guy”

“The more the merrier” You chimed, following your group out to the parking lot. “Let’s try and shoot for 8:00 though”

“Please tell me you’re not going to be occupying your weekend time studying” Phoebe groaned.

“On the contrary, I actually have plans, so I’ll meet up with you guys right after”

“Do you need a lift home?” Julian asked, a little eager than anticipated.

You tucked a strand of hair shyly away from your face, “Uhh…no. I actually have someone picking me up”. You haven’t exactly explained to your friends that you were in a new relationship with a guy you’ve only ever fantasized about. You didn’t mean to keep it a secret, but the subject never actually came up. You weren’t exactly going to bring it up either, as you were desperately trying to avoid the aftermath. From being invisible, to becoming the student capturing the attention of almost the entire university, you still tried to keep your life personal. You knew that most people were hoping that you and Julian would get back together and rekindle your seemingly perfect relationship. This revelation was only going to start unnecessary drama.

“Oh, we can just wait then…” He continued, hoping to spend just a few seconds longer in your presence.

“Don’t worry about” Your eyes catching onto the green truck parked in the corner of the lot under a tri-colored tree. A group of girls walking past took a double take of the driver before giggling amongst themselves. “My ride is over there”

Phoebe and Regina’s eyes followed your gaze, with Regina’s jaw almost dropping on sight. “Oh my gosh! I didn’t know your dad was picking you up!” She blurted without thinking. “I must say, he’s quite the silver fox…”

“Oh wow!Yeah, he is handsome!…I thought your parents weren’t coming until next weekend? Can we say hello?”

“Hold up, that’s your dad? He isn’t anything what I expected him to be…” Julian looked at you with curiosity, the three of them staring at the older man sitting in the driver’s seat.

Your face turned fifty shades of red. This definitely is going to be a lot harder to explain. If your friends just assumed he was your dad, most likely every other person that saw him did too. “You think he’s my father?” was all could muster up in response. You watched at how simultaneously the expression on their faces changed. “Well…who else could it be?” Phoebe asked.

You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow” You innocently brushed aside her question as you waved your fingers goodbye, strutting towards the vehicle.

He had his windows rolled down, his eyes fixated on the newspaper, tapping his pencil against the steering wheel. You rested your elbow on the window, a few students who walked past eyed you as you stood by this strange gentlemen’s car. You cleared your throat, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but instead you were received with one of his slender fingers gesturing you to wait.

“Four letters, starts with ‘R’ and it means ‘excessively abundant’” His deep voice ran straight through you as he asked his question.

“Rife…” you pursed your lips, not pleased by his response.

That killer smile spread across his face, he wrote out the word before shoving his newspaper by his side. He removed his glasses, tucking them perfectly into the pocket of his leather jacket. When he finally turned face to you, he made the blood stop flowing through your veins. “You gettin’ in or what?”

“Well, it’s nice to see you finally notice me”, you teased. You made your way around the truck, stepping into the front seat. The car smelled of fresh tobacco, a sign that he tried to sneak in a quick smoke, a nervous habit he couldn’t kick. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring the bike”

“It’s at the shop right now, I’ll have to pick it up tomorrow” His eyes scanned down your body, his tongue licking his bottom lip taking notice of your dangerously short skirt. “You look good in plaid. I must say, it is giving me a few ideas…” He winked in your direction, you could see the naughty twinkle in those hazel eyes.

“Behave, Jeffrey…” You cut him off, but it didn’t stop the goosebumps from spreading all over your body. You were tempted to tease back, but noticing the crowd of people blatantly staring at the both of you, including your group of friends, was enough to stop you from doing anything. “Want to hear something funny?”

“Does it have anything to do with why the entire goddamn campus is staring at us right now?”

You responded with a cheeky giggle, feeling silly for even mentioning it to him. “My friends all thought you were my dad”

Jeff arched his brow in your direction. “Jesus…your fuckin’ kidding me, right?”. He shook his head with slight irritation, it was cute how sensitive he felt about the age gap between you two. “Does that include your idiot ex?”

“Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone?” You playfully taunted.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Jealous? You and I both know that he can’t do any of the things that I do to you…”

“Apparently you weren’t what he was expecting…daddy” You purred, completely unaware of how erotic that sounded in Jeff’s head.

“Well fuck, sweetheart. Hearing it come from you sounds a whole lot better”. A sly grin curved his mouth upward. You felt him brush his fingers on your bare thigh, his hand moving to cup the back of your neck. Without warning, he brought your carnation pink lips onto his own. He wasn’t holding back the intensity of his kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as his fingers tugged around the locks of your hair. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt his beard tickle your soft skin. You immediately forgot your surroundings, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck bringing him closer to your body. You could feel the heat between your legs when he brushed his other hand up teasing you by resting his hand right under the hem of your skirt. He nibbled at your bottom lip, grunting in a low, husky tone as he broke the kiss.

“You’re going to stir up quite the scandal, Dr. Morgan” you spoke breathlessly, recovering from your heightened moment.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, “Darlin’….you knew exactly what you signed up for when you decided to get involved with a man like me”. You felt his hand graze the fabric of underwear with a light touch, maintaining eye contact with you. “Let’s get the hell out of here…” he whispered, “Daddy’s got a few things he wants to take care of”

Your body pulsed with anticipation. You could sense the glares outside penetrate through the protective barrier of the car, feeling as though everyone could hear his taboo words. The excitement of what to come ran rampant through your mind. You pressed your chest up against his arm, brushing your lips past his ear. “Does that include me?” you spoke softly, placing a delicate kiss on his cheek.

He chuckled to himself, closing his eyes for the brief second your lips touched his skin. He reversed the car out of the parking lot, driving away from the plenty of jaw dropping students who surely would have a lot to say about this by Monday.

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Part 2 

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Is He Here? // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 2402

Request-

Hey there! Hope you’re having a great day! Could I place a request for a Couple nor imagine please? The plot could maybe be where he comes back from tour a week early and the reader doesn’t know about and he asks the rest of the buttercreams to help him surprise you. If not then it’s no problem. Thanks x

~~

Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours. You had been counting. Conor left exactly Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours ago. And you missed him more and more with every passing second. He had gone on the North American leg of his worldwide tour. His second album was #1 on all the charts and most of his concerts were sold out. You couldn’t be happier for him; but the emptiness in your heart was undeniable.

It’s not that Conor ignored you. No, it was rather the opposite. He’d make sure to text you non-stop throughout the day and sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d get a random snap from the tour bus or dressing room. Every Sunday night, he’d Skype you and you two would talk until you fell asleep.

Yesterday he was in New York, tonight he’d be playing in Ohio, and tomorrow he’d be in Indiana. You kept up with his shows, watching the Instagram and twitter posts and the overflowing snaps stories; but mainly Jack’s.

The younger Maynard had decided to help George with the DJ’ing part of Conor’s tour. So most of your nights were filled with you sitting on your couch re-watching Jacks story over and over again just to get a glimpse of your boyfriend.

Tonight would’ve been like every other one, but you chose to dive into a new TV show. You needed something to take your mind off of Conor, just for a little bit. As you clicked onto the next episode of Shameless, you’re phone buzzed.

From Oli:

Don’t make plans on Friday, Caspar and I want to take you out to lunch.

You giggled as you typed a response.

From Y/n:

I have a boyfriend.

A few minutes later he replied.

From Oli:

Haha very funny. But seriously, we miss you.

This made you smile. You hadn’t seen either of them since Joe’s house party a few weeks back.

From Y/n:

We?

From Oli:

Caspar and I

From Y/n:

Miss you guys too :) pick me up at noon?

The rest of the night was spent curled up in your half empty bed, trying to focus on the lives of the Gallagher’s rather than your own.

~~

Four months, 16 days, and 4 hours.

His American leg was supposed to be six months, then he’d come back to London for two weeks. Then he’d be heading on to the South American leg of his tour for another 5-6 months.

It was less than two months until you would see him again, but it felt like a lifetime. You just had to wait a little bit longer.

You were currently cleaning the flat; not that it needed it though. Then your phone rang.

“Hey.” You said as you organized the movies on the shelf.

“Hey, Y/n.” Joe’s voice rang through the phone.

“What’s up Joe?” you were only half focused on the conversation.

“I was just wondering if you were busy on Friday,” he said.

“Actually yeah, I am.” you said, but then realized how rude that sounded.

“Oh…” you could tell he was feeling awkward.

“I am so sorry! That sounded so rude,” you laughed to try and lighten the mood. “But I’m going out to lunch with Oli and Caspar. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

“Oh no, that’s okay.”

“Joe,” you said sternly.

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to lunch with us. Just come over to the flat at 11:30. Oli will pick us up at noon.”

“No, Y/n. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Joe, you’re part of the group. It’s not intruding.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great!” you cheered and then ended the call.

~~

Four months, 17 days 2 hours.

You woke up rather late on Friday. It was a complete accident though. You had stayed up on Thursday watching Conor’s old videos. It was very emotional and you just couldn’t fall asleep. So then you headed over to his Instagram and just scrolled, reminiscing all the old moments. Before you knew it, it was 3 o’clock in the morning.

So as you slowly made your way to the kitchen, you were in no rush to get ready.

Then there was a knock at that door. You stared at it for a solid 30 seconds before reluctantly dragging yourself to the door.

“Morning love!” Mikey smiled brightly at you.

“Mikey, what the bloody hell are doing at my flat at 10 in the morning?” you let him in nonetheless.

“Am I not allowed to hang out with my favorite person?” he laughed, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet.

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed, following his suit. “But I have plans today.”

Panic flashed across his face and he started stuttering, “I- what- you- I mean… you have plans? What plans? With who?”

You laughed, “Calm down mom.”

“I’m not your mom.”

“I could’ve sworn you were,” you said in a serious tone, but your face showed you were being sarcastic.

“But seriously, what are your plans?”

You grabbed the milk from the fridge, “Going out to lunch with Oli, Caspar and Joe.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah, do you want to come?” you handed him his preferred cereal and waited for a reply.

“No, I um… I already had plans too,” he played with the spoon in his hand.

“Then why’d you come over?” you gave him a small smile.

“I uh, I wanted to see you duhh.”

“Mikey, you can come with us. They won’t mind.”

“Okay,” he flashed his classic smile which made you smile.

You two finished your breakfast and Mikey happily waited in the living room as you got ready. While you continued to do your hair, you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey, Mikey? Could you get the door?” you yelled from the bathroom.

“Sure,” he replied and a few seconds later another pair of feet were padding around your living room.

“I’ll be done in five minutes, I promise!”

“Don’t rush love, I’m early.” Joe called from the living room.

~~

“Hey,” you said opening the doors. “I invited Joe and Mikey as well. Hope you don’t mind.”

Oli gave you a hug, “Of course not.”

“The more the merrier, right?” Caspar smiled, pulling you in for a hug.

Oli and Caspar arrived at your flat around 11:50 and since none of your cars were big enough to fit all 5 of you, you had to wait for an Uber.

You five finally made it to Central London by 12:30 and had lunch at a small little sandwich place. Lunch went by smoothly. Caspar, Oli and Joe vlogging part of it and all four of you helping Mikey talk to a girl on Tinder.

“Would you mind if we stopped by a few shops before we head back?” you ask the boys as you leave.

“I don’t see why not,” Oli looked at the other boys for assurance.

“As long as we stop by TopShop,” Joe said.

“Yay!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around Mikey and Caspar’s neck.

~~

The boys hadn’t complained once since you started shopping, which was very unusual.

“So why aren’t you begging me to go home yet?” you asked as you walked to another shop.

“Huh?” Mikey asked.

“What do you mean?” Oli questioned.

“You guys hate shopping. So why are you guys not complaining?”

“We don’t mind it,” Joe smiled.

“Bullshit,” you stopped walking. “What’s going on? Why are you guys being so weird?”

“We’re not being weird,” Caspar laughed. “We just want you to have a good day.”

“That’s all, love.” Mikey added.

“But why?”

“Because we know you miss him,” Oli said simply.

“Oh,” you looked at the ground. “Thanks.”

“Of course, love.” Joe smiled.

“Ready to go home?” you headed towards a bench.

“Uh,” Oli said, grabbing his phone.

“What’s wrong?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Just gotta… call the Uber!” he said and rushed off.

“Since when do you call Uber’s?”

“It’s Oli, he’ll realize soon enough.” Caspar laughed causing the three of you to join in.

~~

After another 30 minutes, the Uber finally arrived. The ride was very awkward; you used your phone as an escape from the silence filled car. Meanwhile, all the boys were exchanging worried looks as the car arrived closer to its destination.

You finally dragged your eyes away from the illuminating screen. But you weren’t where you were supposed to be. The Uber stopped.

“Why are we at Jack’s?” you glared at the boys.

“I forgot something here a few days ago,” Joe gave you a sheepish smile.

“Okay,” you said, unlocking your phone again.

“Hey Casp, wanna help me look for it?” Joe asked as he opened the door. The blonde nodded and followed the older man into the building.

“Where the hell are they??” you whined. It had been a solid five minutes.

“Let me go check,” Mikey slipped out of the Uber and ran into the building Joe and Caspar had walked into a few minutes earlier.

You gave Oli a look and he just awkwardly looked out the window.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to go get some other people.” The Uber driver gives you an apologetic look through the rearview mirror.

You sighed and grabbed your bags, “It’s okay, and have a great day!”

“Sorry,” Oli says, scratching his neck as you two stood out in the cold.

“Might as well go help the others look,” you walked into the building.

Oli followed you and pulled out his vlogging camera. He began speaking to the camera, making sure not to bother you. When the elevator doors opened, he switched the camera onto you.

“What are you doing?” you looked past the camera and continue towards Jack’s door.

“Just vlogging,” he shrugged.

You turned back, “Mikey? Why aren’t you in there?”

“Uh…” he stammered, holding a camera as well. “Just go in.”

You gave both boys a weird look but opened the door nonetheless.

“Joe? Caspar? What are looking for?” you ask as you walk in, keeping your eyes on Oli.

“Oh uh, hi.” Josh said. “You weren’t supposed to be here yet.”

“Josh? What are you doing here?!?!” you questioned.

“What? Who’s here?” Joe appeared from the hallway, Caspar right behind. “What are you doing up here?”

“Waiting for you! The Uber left. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” they all say in unison.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You demanded. “Now.”

“Hey Joe, is Y/n still in the Uber?” a familiar voice says, it’s respective body emerging from the hallway.

“Jack?” you whisper.

“Uh, hi?” he says.

“You’re supposed to be on tour…” you continued to whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“About that…” he trailed off.

Tears began to well in your eyes, “Is he here?”

No one answered.

You looked at each boy, all of them looking at each other for help.

“Is he here?” you repeated, voice weak.

Jack nodded, and stepped out of the way of the hallway. You sprinted from where you previously were to the door of Jack’s room. Your hand slowly went to the doorknob, but you quickly remove it. You were anxious.

It had been exactly four months, 17 days, 8 hours, 48 minutes, and 36 seconds since you had last seen him in person.

39 seconds.

43 seconds.

You just stood there. You were scared. What if he had changed? What if you had changed? What if you two weren’t meant for each other anymore?

Who cares? You love him.

You knew you were right. So you grabbed the handle and turned it, slowly opening the door.

He was looking in the mirror, checking his hair and outfit.

He had changed. He was buffer. His biceps were a lot more defined than when he left. He was also tanner. His completion looking extra good in his grey t shirt.

He hadn’t noticed you yet. He grabbed the flowers on the bed and turned to face you; a huge smile spreading across his face when he saw you.

“Ello, love.” He chuckled.

“What are you doing here?” you said quietly.

“I got a week off, and I had to see you.” He smiled.

You stood there for a few more seconds until you lunged yourself into his arms. He instantly dropped the roses and pulled you closer to him.

“I missed you so much baby,” he breathed into your neck. “So. Fucking. Much.”

“I missed you too,” you hugged him tighter, which he returned.

You two finally let go, but Conor kept his arms wrapped around your waist; and yours around his neck.

“You’re only here for a week?” you pouted.

“Yeah, but I had a question,” he started.

“Well ask away.”

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“On tour.”

You stepped back, “Are you serious? Because I swear to God if this is a prank, I’m going to kill you,” you turned around, looking for cameras.

He chuckled and laced your hands with his, “It’s not a prank, I promise.”

“Yes, of course I’ll go on tour with you,” you laughed, hugging him again.

“I have been waiting four months to hold you again,” he smiled, pulling you closer.

“And I’ve waited four months to kiss you again,” you giggled.

“Is that right?” he asked sarcastically, causing you to giggle again.

“Yes, so are you gonna make my wish come true?”

“Well, since mine did. I guess, I could help yours a little,” he exaggerated. He brought his lips to your neck and then to you jaw and then your cheek.

“There you go, wish come true.” He said, pulling away.

“Asshole,” you laughed.

“Did you expect something else?” he asked seriously, but his toothy smile showed you otherwise.

“A little,” you shrugged. “But you’re a bad kisser anyways.”

“Don’t lie,” he smirked. “You know my kisses are the best.”

“Prove it,” you smirked back.

Conor cupped your face in his hands, leaning closer to you.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

He captured your lips in a kiss; it was all over the place. You two went from a heavy make-out session to little pecks all over each other’s bodies and then finally to what you guys have lacked the most in the past 4 months. And Conor definitely made sure to let you know how much he missed you that night.

Enjoy the Show

(*bullhorn voice* Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Gather ‘round, gather ‘round! Sit back, relax, and please stay in your seats. Kick your feet up and grab some popcorn! Oh, and of course, lest we not forget… enjoy the show.)

Mark’s phone rings late one night. He’s up editing videos like Amy told him not to. “We can handle the load. Don’t worry.” But he’s hard headed and an idiot, so he’s up when the phone rings. His coffee-fueled brain is addled but wired all at once, and when he leans over to pick his cellphone off the floor—when did it get down there?—he has this feeling like something is about to go wrong.

“Hello?”

“Mark, it’s Nate.”

Yup, something was definitely about to go wrong. Or it already has. Mark is about to find out. “Nate? It’s been a long time, man. What’s been…” The other young man cuts him off mid-sentence.

“I need your help. Something’s gone wrong at the restaurant, and I think you should check it out.” He sounds shaky. “Matthew is missing, and the animatronics… something’s wrong.”

Mark closes his eyes with a long, drawn-out sigh. “Nate, you know I never planned on going back there, not after last time.”

Nate makes a frustrated noise. “Don’t you think I know that? But I have no one else to call! Please, Mark, he’s one of my best friends. You’ve got to help me find him.” His voice cracks, and Mark feels a pang of guilt.

“Alright.”

Mark can hear Nate sigh over the phone. “Thank you so much. I’ll meet you there at midnight, right?”

“Same time as always,” Mark says, rubbing his forehead. “Mind if I bring a friend?”

Nate pauses for a moment. “Yeah, man. The more the merrier, I guess. Just be outside at midnight. And uh… you might want to bring your arsenal again.”

“Trust me,” Mark says with a laugh. “I’ll have an arsenal with me.”

There’s a smile in Nate’s voice as he says, “Thanks again, Mark. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.”

“Yeah, yeah. But if I end up arrested again…”

“You won’t. You won’t. I promise.” Nate laughs a little. “See you at midnight tomorrow.”

“Got it.” Mark hangs up and stares at his phone screen for a minute. Deep breath in. And out. He thinks back to the last time he went to Freddy Fazbear’s. Shame they had to rebuild the place after it burned, but some people are just gluttons for punishment. Like Mark. After all that happened, he’s going back.

But he won’t go back alone.

He dials the number and waits as the phone ring. There’s no guarantees that he’ll agree to come, but Mark is going to ask anyway. It stops ringing, but there’s a pause. “This is Wilford Warfstache.”

“Will? I’ve got a proposition for you.” Mark smirks. “I think you’re going to like it.”

 

Mark picks up Wilford outside of Ego Inc. at eleven, and together they drive to the restaurant. Wilford is drumming his fingers on his knees, wiggling his mustache. Mark laughs at him. “Nervous or excited?”

“Both,” the Egos says. “Haven’t been out of the building in a while… This Nate fellow, you trust him?”

“With my life,” Mark says. He doesn’t need to follow the GPS on his phone to know the way back there, but he watches the little blue arrow move along the path anyway, inching closer to a destination he doesn’t want to reach. “He knows the animatronics like no one else, except maybe the person who made them.”

Wilford draws his knife, resting the point gently against one fingertip and twirling it with his other hand. “So why bring me along? Not that I mind,” he says with a cheeky smile.

Mark drums his fingers on the steering wheel and shakes his head. “I have a bad feeling about this, and I’d like a wild card in my back pocket just in case.”

Warfstache nods slowly and shrugs. “I don’t think I’ll fit in your pocket, but we could try, if you really want me to.” Mark laughs, but it doesn’t last. He turns into the parking lot.

“Here we are,” Mark mutters, and Wilford leans forward to get a better view. “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.”

BTS Reacting to you being very short

A/n: Tae’s and Kook’s are longer, and I swear I got a little too into it. I apologize if it seems unfair)

Kim Seokjin / Jin

Jin wouldn’t mind one bit. Needed him to get something from the top cabinet? He’ll gladly help. Want to get something from the highest shelf? He’s your man. He knew you weren’t very happy of your small height since that meant you could never kiss him without you going on your tippy toes or him leaning down. He knew this so he would be a sweetie and always say how you were the perfect height for him.

“Jagi, You’re just the right size~! I’m so lucky~”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Min Yoongi / Suga

Would give no fucks. Seriously, it was just you being short. Of course, there were many times when you had to call him in for some help grabbing a mug which Yoongi usually replied with ‘Just get a stool or something, The bed is too warm to get out,’ which you reply with ‘I wish I could, but I’m too poor and my boyfriend is a living stone.’ Safe to say that in the next three days, you arrived home to a cute wooden stool with a note saying ‘To my little shortie💕  P.s, You owe me $15 for the stool you cheapo ^-^

Originally posted by jkguks


Jung Hoseok / J-Hope

The sweetest out of the bunch. Since he was practically glued to you after he finished practice, Hoseok would almost always piggy back you every where since you were complaining about ‘Not being able to see the world like everyone else’. But when you weren’t on Hoseok’s back, you were usually in arm’s width. So if you ever needed a cup or a packet or ramen, he would be one step ahead of you and got it before you even tried.

“You wanted this, right?”

Originally posted by nnochu


Kim Namjoon / Rap-Monster

Namjoon wouldn’t exactly care or even mind your very significantly smaller height. It just made you that much more cuter in his opinion. This doesn’t necessarily mean he would help you, though. He’d probably just stop what he was doing and fanboy over how ridiculously adorable you were being. You would probably have to yell out his name for some assistance, rather than having to risk your life for a packet of chips. Namjoon would apologize and quickly get your snack and go back to whatever he was doing, still gushing over your cuteness.

“Aish, so adorable”

Originally posted by tahyns


Park Jimin

Jimin would be all for your shortness. The more the merrier, right? Nah, jk he isn’t that short :P. Jimin would be like Namjoon, finding it so cute to have a s/o that was smaller than him. He wouldn’t tease you since he knew how it felt when the boys did that to him and although it was all in good fun, it was a kick in his self-esteem. He wouldn’t want that to happen to you. Jimin wouldn’t vocalize much about your height but would be nice enough to buy you a stool and other things to help you reach the highest cabinets in your shared house.

“Hey, I got you a new stool. Not that you needed it, or anything.”

Originally posted by bangtan


Kim Taehyung / V

Taehyung would be a mix of Jimin and Jungkook. When it was just you, him and the boys (if you’re comfortable with them) get ready for the teasing. Even Jimin would tease you, just not as much as the others. You knew it was out of fun and there was no hard feelings. But if anyone else called you a ‘child’ or ‘shortie’ good lord, rest in peace. Taehyung would be enraged. He knew that it saddened you when anyone besides him and the boys teased you. You would have to tell him it was okay, physically restraining him. They didn’t know but if they started to outright bully you, Kim Taehyung is ready to kill a bitch. He would tower over the strangers and full on yell at them to apologize, seeing tears start to appear on your pretty face. You hid yourself behind your boyfriend who was still screaming at the boys who were too stunned to do anything. Taehyung would stop for a minute to pull you into his arms and cradle you, while simultaneously glaring daggers. No one should ever make you cry and Taehyung made sure they wouldn’t even look in your direction anymore. When they did run away, fluffy Tae appeared and cheered you up with the help of ice-cream and kisses. (I got a little too into this one, oops)

“Don’t worry Jagi, I’ll make sure they don’t come back.”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jeon Jungkook

Jungkook would be the biggest tease of all time. You had a stool in your shared apartment but when Jungkook was home, it just always disappeared. You knew this was the work of your asshole boyfriend. So when you barged into your shared room, Jungkook was sipping on some cranberry juice in a wine glass (it was way too early to drink) with the stool in hand. He looked up at you and then at the stool. You asked for it but he decided to act dumb. Of course Jungkook would, he just wanted to watch you struggle ‘cause he’s a little shit (not really). So when you pounced on him, the juice spilled everywhere on his shirt and with you landed on his lap. Jungkook was Jungshook which gave you time to snatch the stool and give your boyfriend a peck on his cheek. When Jungkook came back to reality, he just sighed and went to get a new shirt. (this one turned out longer too~ oopsies)

“This girl will be the death of me”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid