but the other part of me is like no stop that

you know what really killed me when i was rereading the book and i couldn’t stop crying? that part when elio was visiting oliver and found out that oliver knows so many things about his life “…surprising me with his total familiarity with every aspect of my career. He knew everything, had kept abreast of the most insignificant details. In some cases, he must have dug out information about me that could only be obtained by surfing the Web. It moved me. I’d assumed he’d totally forgotten me.“ and also how some people can think that oliver didn’t love elio as much as elio loved him? yes we see everything through elio’s eyes but i think we have enough little details in the book to understand that everything what happened between elio and oliver meant so much to oliver. basically he was leaving in the past. he had two lives - one with elio even though they haven’t seen each other so many years, elio still was everywhere: he followed his career, his ghost was in oliver’s office in the reproduction of a bearded mithraic figure that they bought together and elio’s postcard of monet’s berm. and one life with his wife and kids. and while elio chose the safest path - he just shut all his feelings down and didn’t want to think about it, oliver didn’t want to let anything go. it was exactly what mr. perlman was talking about. “In your place, if there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out, don’t be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we’d want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!” because without this oliver’s whole life would have been a coma or a parallel life as he was saying. and he didn’t want this, i’m sure sometimes it was unbearable to think that they let each other go, but it was more important to him to not forget those happiest days in his life. and when elio met oliver and they talked elio realised it as well, he admitted something about what he didn’t want to think before

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I just want to scream about how Luke feels he failed his sister because in his attempt to verbalize it he looks so destroyed. I know the sticking point is his personal failure with Ben, but his feelings towards Leia really resonated with me in terms of his character and his story.

STOP MAKING ME EVEN SADDER.  Luke’s reunion with Leia is one of my favorite parts of the movie, it was just as touching and emotional as I could have asked for.  A quiet moment between these two characters who have such an impossibly strong bond, who have been connected from even before they knew each other, how Leia so easily forgives Luke because she knows him, knows that this wasn’t on him.

And yet one of the worst hurts Luke has to face is that he feels like he failed Leia.  He feels he failed Ben, but he also failed Leia, she trusted him to help with her son, this son she loved so very much, when he was troubled and needed help and Luke couldn’t do it.

In combination with how Leia never took up the Jedi heritage and Luke feeling like he failed her so monumentally, it really, really gives me feelings that he felt like he couldn’t go to her for support, that it apparently took him this long to come talk to her.  And that it’s this perfect moment of love, understanding, and not needing to forgive, because it’s not needed here, it’s about caring and empathy and such love.


Combatants ~ Part 3

A/N: Holly frick guys! You made me soooo happy with all the feedback and oh my god I am so happy you love it …just *faints*. Anyways I finished this today because tomorrow I’ll really have to focus on school and stop procrastinating. I really hope you like this one, even though I prefer the first 2 parts over this one, but okay. Also part 4 won’t come out like this part. I need to write other requests and ships and ill be posting part 4 after i finish with ships and requests.

Warning: None, i think. Maybe my english.

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Sirius looked up to Peter. “What do you mean you knew?” he asked, standing up from his bed.

“I knew where she was all the time. I found Jacks letter in the owlery and read it. “ said Peter calmly, walking over to his desk, opening the drawer and pulling out a bag of chips.

“What!?” raged Sirius, staring at Peter and watching him eat his chips.

“What did it say?” asked James curiously, standing up and walking next to Sirius. He felt him tense up, so he rather stepped in front of him just in case if he decides to do someting stupid.

“Something about how he misses her already in school and how she should should come back with Zoey. Something about she can come stay with him and that his dad is okay with it. You know…the usual.” answered Peter, sitting on his chair with his feet on the desk. 

“The usual? THE USUAL! YOU FOUND A LETTER AND YOU DIDN’T SHOW IT TO ME!! UNBELIAVABLE!!” fumed Sirius and started pacing around the room. He bent down on his bed and clenched the sheets in his fists. 

His best friend was watching him suffer all this time, knowing where she was, knowing everything.. He tried to calm down, he really did. Peter was different from James and Remus. He was more affected by words and he tried not to say something he’ll regret and drive Peter away just like he did with (y/n). 

But why couldn’t he calm down? He tried to take deep breaths in, which usually helped him. But there was a storm growing stronger inside of him and he just couldn’t calm down. He grabbed the the pillow and threw it to his night stand, breaking all the framed photos.

“Sirius calm down.” said Remus, walking over to  him and wrapping his arms  around Sirius’ shoulders.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN! WHAT DO YOU MEAN CALM DOWN. THIS RAT KNEW WHERE SHE WAS THIS WHOLE TIME AND HE DIDN’T CARE TO MENTION IT!” he continued to yell, trying to break from his grip. “ You don’t get it! You don’t understand. That stupid piece of shit knew! HE KNEW!!” 

“ Sirius, calm the fuck down!” barked James, snapping Sirius from his rage and calming him down. “ I know you’re furious at Peter right now, but yelling at him won’t get you nowhere. I’m angry at him too, okay. Her leaving was just as much as my fault as it was yours, so can you just calm the fuck down.”

Sirius calmed down and nodded at his brother. Remus carefully unwrapped his arms from Sirius and slowly backed away.

Lifting his hand to keep safe distance between Sirius and Peter, James turned to Peter and looked at his frightned eyes. “Peter do you have the letter at least?” 

“I wish. His owl attacked me and torn the letter apart.” he replied.

Everybody looked at Sirius, seeing his face getting angrier. He walked over to his nightstand, picked up his pillow and threw himself face-down on the bed. “UGGH!!” he groaned into the pillow.

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funny tumnglr joke: bi culture is being into girls and then seeing a guy and remembering you’re unfortunately into guys too, haha!!

me: please stop trying to make me, a bisexual, feel as if part of my attraction is dirty and tainted, i already get that enough from straight people about the OTHER part of my attraction and it just makes me feel like i need to quash down parts of myself for anyone to ever accept me

All right, listen. All of you, all of you sending me messages calling me a filthy capitalist and telling me I can’t tell you not to be angry, I am not telling you not to be angry, I am telling you to ensure your rage is Productive.

There is a difference between rage with purpose and rage that you let paralyze you into apathy. The first is the stuff that change and hope is built on, the second is what people want you to fall into so they can get away with shit without ever being challenged, because why challenge what you can’t fight, right?

Do not ever think you cannot fight something, do you hear me? There is always a chance to make something better, whether it’s something big or something small, there will always be options and there will always be people out there willing to fight, not just for themselves but for you too. Because this shit matters, okay? The big and the small. It matters. 

But you can’t just rely on others to change the world into a better place for you, you have to be a part of the process too. You don’t get to sit back on your laurels and lament the state of the world with snide cynicism if you are not actively part of the solution. And I know it’s sometimes hard to know where to start, but here’s a helpful suggestion: you can start with not being a snide little gremlin on the internet telling other people that their hope is pointless.

And to the person who told me “not all our lives are sunshine and hallmark moments”, like somehow that justifies their apathy, yea, you’re right. Not all our lives are sunshine and hallmark moments.

I’m a chronically ill disabled immigrant woman who has spent the last two years of her life facing one financial difficulty after another. I’ve had to beg for help to get necessary medical procedures, for house repairs, for food. I am well aware life is not a hallmark moment, thank you. 

Positivity does not come naturally to me. I am actually a very broken, depressed, very angry person at my core. It would be so very easy to turn my face away and ignore injustices of the world, both great and small. But that’s a choice I have decided I cannot live with. And YES, kindness is a CHOICE. 

Love is a choice, empathy is a choice, hope, is a choice. And it took me the longest time to realize you can use outrage and anger to fuel all of them for the better good. 

There is not a single atom of my being that is sunshine and rainbows. What I am however, is 100% exponential rage and exhaustion willing to throw down whenever or wherever my voice and actions will help. A hopeless populace is a docile populace. So even if it burns, my god even if you think you might die under the weight of caring, you take that rage, you take all that anger and pain and fear and you turn into hope and you launch it at those who would keep others down and you burn with it. You burn until you take them with you.

So the night is dark and full of terror? Be a light. However you can. In big ways or small. A thousand tiny gestures of kindness sustained over time will eventually make up a whole. Start somewhere.

But don’t you ever tell people it’s pointless to hope, or to believe in a better world. Don’t you dare take that from them. Do better. For your sake as well as others. You deserve better too. 

Hope is not the reserve of the naive, it is the foundation upon which better things are built. So stop trying to tear it down.

anonymous asked:

hey uncle mod, this might be dumb or just, idk it's so small and I feel stupid even for being hurt by it, but someone recently just made fun of the fact that I like something and draw and write about it a lot- but it's a safe space for me, creating and thinking about that subject. It's just fanart and theories and such, but the world is so bad rn and when I see you being a pro artist and still geeking out making fanart it it's so energizing and comforting- do you ever have to deal with cynicism?

anon, I’m so sorry; it really does hurt when people do that, and half the time these people have no idea how to create things, which is why it’s all they can do to attack people who do in an attempt to make themselves, in some way, significant. It sucks! And it will hurt, for a while, but don’t let them destroy your love for your subject. Take time to talk with friends about it, cry if you need to. You will recover and each time it gets a little easier to do so; especially when you have folks like Alex Hirsch who can spout little pieces of wisdom like this-

It’s great having this kind of attitude put into words to follow, and he put it better here than I ever could. Don’t let them get to you friendo- the reason I can and still am drawing as much and as often as I do is because the satisfaction in making art For Fun and the happiness it’s bringing people compels me to create far and above any other incentive. The world’s going to hell; as long as you’re not hurting anyone take joy in what you love and stuff the rest. Create good stuff: destroy your enemies (p.s. the best part? The easiest way to stop people like that from getting to you AND annoy the hell out of them is to make more stuff! If you have the ability to block them do that too; keep doing what you do and ignore them entirely = The Ultimate Comeback)

Jupiter is boundless. It expands without limit, maintaining a perpetual search for “the indefinite more.” With this powerful drive to create and grow, and the disregard for restrictions, Jupiter presents an eternal question mark wherever it is posited. The wonder, curiosity, and adventurous spirit never cease. This optimistic momentum, when reflected upon, can leave behind distressing uncertainties. When you stop to think about the world & context all these vague possibilities live in, you see the chasm that gapes underneath your leap of faith.

(The house of Neptune may carry supplemental influence on this matter.)

Jupiter in 1st: Who am I? Who do I have the capacity or intention to be? Who am I becoming? What am I doing? Where am I going? What defines me? How do they see me? What do I see in others & the world? What is my role?

Jupiter in 2nd: What do I need? What is important to me as an individual? What do I value most? What are my resources? Where should I spend my resources? What can I do accumulate more resources & satisfy more needs?

Jupiter in 3rd: What do I want to say? How can I express myself in a meaningful way? How can I share myself with others? How & where can I make my voice heard, & why should I? What can I contribute to the world around me?

Jupiter in 4th: Where do I come from? What have I inherited? What can I take with me from my ancestry/childhood? Where should I place my roots? How do my roots contribute to my potential? Who am I, at my core? What comforts me?

Jupiter in 5th: What fulfills me? What brings me joy? What is happiness to me? How do I create or discover my own fulfillment/happiness? What can I create, in general? What pleasures complete me? Where should I put my energy/faith?

Jupiter in 6th: What have I earned? What can I earn? What do I owe? What can I offer others? What/whose purpose should I serve? What does devotion mean to me? What should I devote my life to? What’s my place in all this?

Jupiter in 7th: What separates me from other people? What unites me with other people? What is mine, and what is theirs? Who means the most to me? To whom am I valuable? What am I willing to give? What am I willing to receive?

Jupiter in 8th: What is the truth? What is my truth? Who deserves to see my truth? Are my pain & depth worth anything? When will it end? What is the end? When, how, & why shall I transform? Am I in charge of my new beginnings?

Jupiter in 9th: What is the meaning of all this? What is my meaning? What does the bigger picture look like? Does anything matter? Do I matter? What is the path I’m on? Where is my journey taking me? What do I seek most?

Jupiter in 10th: How much of an impact can I have on the world? How important am I? What makes me important? Why do I want to be important? What’s my purpose? What’s my highest potential? What should I be working for?

Jupiter in 11th: What changes can/should I initiate? What is my place in my community, or humanity itself? Where do I belong? Where do I want to belong? What can my dreams/inspirations accomplish? What do I most hope for?

Jupiter in 12th: What is real? Am I real? What do I believe? How can I heal myself & others? Do I belong to myself or to the universe/God? Do I know God? Am I (a) God? What am I meant to sacrifice? What does sacrifice mean to me?

For Sagittarius & some Pisces Risings, answering the questions asked by their Jupiter placement is a monumental part of their life purpose.


A/N: Okay, I know, I know I said there would only be Christmas Imagines before Christmas but I just couldn’t help myself. I’m still not over that movie and I’ve been getting so inspired, so… here you go!

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so about yousra...

I’ve been thinking to do a master post for my original character “yousra”..

yousra was so dear to me as she was the second oc/persona i made after my own persona “youmna” even if it was for a silly joke but she grew bigger in my heart everyday and every passing moment , i found myself comfortable to express my inner feelings through her actions ,behaviors and her interactions with other’s characters 

so who is yousra?

yousra is an original character or you can say an “edgy” character of youmna she was created at the date of 19/8/1016 ,she was aggressive and violent if it was a must ,despite that she shows kindness to who she loves and deserves

what is yousra?

yousra is a human being with additional magic powers that are her magic weapon scarf and the black tentacles…..however she wasn’t originally a human being before but the darkness itself (ooh edgy) jokes aside but for real she was originally created from darkness….and over time she started to gain her human characteristics after she new…. love 

that’s why she went from cold white pale skined to light tan skined through time while she knew “faris orfeo





what’s her story?

after yousra was created she was nothing but a side edgy joke for fun 

after that she meet “faris orfeo” or who was in v!sans body back then they became attached to each other from then

however they came to a struggle that prevents them from being together which was faris being a part of sans and they were trying to find a solution for it 

but one time an idea didn’t go well…

they stayed like that for while trying to be satisfied for what they have

faris finally found a donator named “andrew” who was dying and wanted to give his body to who would benefit from it which was faris….but before that, faris had to make an announcement for yousra

and so faris started the transition between him and andrew …they faced some obstacles but at the end it was successful and faris became separated from sans and became a human (with his original monster’s form magic and abilities)

the bond between yousra and faris had become much stronger since then

until they got finally married as planned <3

happy isn’t it?

after that they had their children who were the twins “olin and teba” ….after a long painful pregnancy and almost olin died after giving birth to them but olin is alive now but he is always sick after that incidence but yousra took the responsibility of taking care of them as of course she is the mother and kind of was the reason why olin became like that

someday…..something went wrong….olin was sent to the void as he wished to meet a beast that wasn’t as friendly as he thought

“v!gaster” was also from the same “fangade” monster species as faris was, but he is part of gaster

yousra and v!sans went to find olin and they finally found him with v!gaster

Alas, the battle wan’t by yousra’s and v’s side……………….

so if anyone saw the recent asks and roleplays of yousra related you’d probably know that she is …. dead now


yousra was my favourite character….and i loved her so much.

if you are wondering what happened after her death….welp….we still don’t know yet …. we just know that it’ll be a hard time for her family after what happened to her…..




yousra had a good happy story….she was a villain ,a lover ,a wife and a mother

goodbye yousra…


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(A/N: I mean….. I enjoyed writing it ITS A BIT WILD, I hope you enjoy it though and tell me what you think! :D excuse the typos )

A little piece where Harry isn’t going to take Y/N’s bratty attitude.

When Y/N wanted something, she got it within a snap. And Harry quite enjoyed the feeling of spoiling his girlfriend with everything and anything in the world, hell, he could buy the whole world if she asked for it. But sometimes he feels like the spoiling goes to her head. And she admits, she lets it go to her head. And sometimes when the spoiling gets to her head, she gets a bit….. bratty.

Y/N has had her eye on this pretty pink lingerie that was filled with intricate lace detailing, she rarely wore lingerie much but when it was for Harry, she would buy as much as she could. At least once a month he would buy her a new set and let her model in it the whole day before fucking her into pieces. Harry loved the lingerie as much, if not more, than she did. But today was a bit different.

Harry had sat with her at his laptop a few weeks prior, Y/N on his lap as they scrolled through many, many pieces of lingerie. He couldn’t help but smirk each time her cheeks would flush a bit at the design of some pieces, making his heart grow 100% times fonder than it already was. Today was the day the shipment made it to their house and Harry was more than excited to have her open it and see what he had gotten her.

“Babe?” Harry calls out climbing up the stairs to their shared bedroom, where Y/N lied on her stomach watching some TV. Y/N looked over smiling as she sat up.

“What is that…..”

“Jus’ a little…. present.. ‘member when we looked a’ that websites few weeks ago..” Y/N’s cheeked immediately turned red before looking at the box and perking up even more.

Harry came and flopped himself down beside her before setting the box in her lap. She glanced at him before untying the little bow, lifting the lid off the box showcasing the three pieces of lingerie Harry had gotten for her. Y/N’s eyes lit up as she pulled out each piece gushing to Harry over how the detailing was “so cute!” and “amazing,” yet he saw her face drop after taking all he got for her out. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced between her and the box.

‘Wha’s wrong? Got you everythin’ and some mor’ tha’ we picked together.” Y/N shook her head crossing her arms and stuck her lower lip out.

Harry knew where she was going with this.

“Come out with it love…. wha’s the matter?”

“Isn’t there more than this? Like… I mean I like it but…”

Harry’s eyebrows rose looking at her leaning back on his hand.

“Mor’? Sweetie this all is very expensive… I made sure it was the best fo’ you.”

“I wanted a different one though.” Y/N huffed out looked at the pieces lies in front of her. They were beautiful, she knows that, but she wanted the pretty pink one that she clearly hinted to Harry when they were looking at the website. “I wanted the pink one..”

Harry sighed running his fingers through her hair before tucking a strand behind her ear. “Know you wanted it sweetheart.. jus’ not now.” Y/N’s frown furthered huffing our even more.


Y/N.” Harry murmured lowly looking at her with a stare that made her feel her breath get caught in her throat. “Spen’ a’lot of time picking all these out fo’ you… I can ge’ the pink ones next time I promise..”

“But Harry I wanted them now, I’ve been wanting it for months! I even told you!” Y/N whined looking at him.

Harry grabbed her chin, tugging her face till their the tips of their noses were brushing against each other. “Baby….. should be nice to daddy right…? He gets you all you want all the time..”

Y/N swallowed thinking darting her eyes between his mouth and his eyes feeling small under his intense stare. Harry cocked his head to the side, keeping his hold on her chain before brushing his thumb against her lower lip, her mouth greedily parting them and slipping his thumb into her mouth. Harry clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth keeping his eyes focused on her pretty mouth suckling at his thumb.

“‘F only you weren’t bein’ so ungrateful… daddy would’ve been eating’ out your pretty little cunt till you couldn’t bare it anymore….” Y/N whimpered around his thumb clenching her thighs together, looking at him pressing her thighs together, just imagining how his head would be bobbing between her legs, his bright eyes glancing up at her each time he nudged his tongue into that special spot that made her arch her back. She shook her head whining around his thumb.

“But daddy-

“Nu uh…. no buts…” He slipped his thumb out of her mouth shaking his head. “Only good girls get wha’ they want….” Harry could see the desperation in her eyes. She was properly soaked now, but he wanted to see her begging him for anything. She just needed a release before he would leave her high and dry again.

“Daddy please… just need to cum once j-just..” Y/N whined grabbing at his wrists sitting up on her knees. Harry looked up at her and saw her cheeks gaining a deep red color, her pupils were dilated, and her bottom lip was being gnawed between her teeth. He got up off the bed grabbing one of his silk ties from the drawer, gripping it with one hand while the other tugged at it. Harry glanced at Y/N through his eyelashes nodding his head up slightly to make her sit up on her knees at the edge of the bed. She looked between his face and the tie, holding out her wrists together in front. He stalked over, standing right in front of her before slowly beginning to wrap the tie around her wrists. She looked up at him swallowing thickly once he tightened the knot, making sure she wouldn’t get out anytime soon. Harry moves to sit down on the edge of the bed next to her, before tugging her up and standing her between his legs. His nose nudged the hem of her shirt up to press his mouth right above the waist and of the shorts she wore, letting his warm tongue trace over some spots on her skin. Y/N rested her bonded wrists on the top of his head looking down and Harry with completed eagerly, slightly nudging her hips forwards. Harry shook his head holding her hips and pulling back before looking up at her.

“Behave…. you’re lucky ‘m even doin’ anything with you right now…” Harry mumbled slipping down her shorts and panties. Y/N bit her lip watching his face the whole time pouting.

“What’re you gonna make me do?”

“You are gon’a ride my thigh sweetheart… “

Y/N licked over her lips slowly before nodding slightly as he slipped off his sweatpants, just leaving him in his tight white briefs. He grabbed her hips letting her straddle around right thigh. Y/N whimpered as her warm core pressed against the taut skin of Harry’s thigh, shutting her eyes. Harry looked up at her hiding his smirk before pressing his lips together leaning back on his hands. “Go on then..”

Y/N’s closed fists rested over his clothed abdomen, slowly beginning to roll her hips into his thigh. Her nails starting to dig into the flesh of her palms as she looked down to see his skin glisten with her. Harry watched her intently, blinking slow as she began to get desperate for a release. Her pretty lips were being gnawed by her teeth, and her eyebrows were furrowed letting her hips slowly drawl over the skin. He moved up a bit to wrap his arm tightly around her lower back, pressing their chests together till they were nose to nose once again. Y/N gasped as his arm tugged her harder against his thigh, letting his body feel her shivers. Harry quirked the left side of his lips into the smirk when he felt Y/N’s pants against his own lips.

“You’re jus’ imagining my cock aren’t you… sinking deep into the pretty little cunt of yours… hmm..? Nudgin’ the tip o’ my cock ‘gainst tha’ spot tha’ makes you scream fo’ me…” Y/N squeezed her eyes shut as his words shaking her head feeling her mind go into overdrive. Harry slipped his fingers of his free hand into her hair, yanking it back till her neck was taut and exposed all for him. “Bu’ you were such a brat… it’s a shame…” He sighed rather dramatically against her neck before sinking his teeth down into a spot on her neck making her just whine out.

“I can’t cum like this…” Y/N whimpered, scratching at the fabric of his shirt, feeling the sting of his teeth sinking into her skin. “Daddy please… ‘m your good girl you know that…”

Harry pulled back bringing her head back to look at him, stopping her hips from moving against his thighs. “Not right now.. you were a brat pet… daddy doesn’t mess around…” Y/N huffed as her release escaped her looking down at him. “Barely ‘ave given you your proper punishment…”

Y/N looked down at him pressing her lips together knowing continuing to talk would only prolong her release even more. Harry turned around, lying them both down, with her back pressed up against the bed. Harry hovered over her, moving her tied hands to rest over her head looking down at her. “‘F you don’ touch me the whole time ‘m eating you out…. I’ll make sure you get my cock… promise..” Y/N looked up at him with wide eyes rubbing her thighs together. Harry knows Y/N loves to tugs at the fluff of hair at the top of his head, she loves to tug his head closer into her cunt to make sure he didn’t miss an inch. He was using her disadvantage to his advantage.

But Y/N was ready to make sure she got what she wanted.

She clutched the pillow in her hands, watching his as he trailed kisses down the middle of her stomach, pulling her thighs over his shoulders. He looked up at her once his mouth pressed against her public bone, moving his mouth to kiss around her clit. His fingertips dug into the top of her thighs. Harry licked over his own lips before letting his tongue slip out, licking up the entirely over her. Y/N gasped staring to move her hands but quickly putting them back over head remembering what Harry has told her. His mouth wrapped around her clit harshly, letting his tongue continuously flick over the bud. Her hips jerked up choking out a whine, tightening her thighs around his head as she tried to move her hips against his mouth. Harry shook his head against her heat, letting his tongue delve in deeper into her entrance, tugging her thighs away from his head. She squirmed under his mouth feeling her hand get relentless as his mouth worked over her. His eyes were trained up on her the whole time, seeing her chest rise and fall rapidly under the fabric of her t shirt. She was so close. Y/N had her hands clutched against her chest to bite down on her tongue when Harry’s tongue alternated between her clit and her entrance, licking her out like she was a tall glass of cold water. Her thighs quivered against his head feeling her tummy coil before he pulled back.

Harry!” Y/N cried out too focused in the buzzing of her body to realize she had called him by his name. Her eyes were brimmed with tears looking up at him as he wiped his mouth with his thumb.

“I-I didn’t even touch you once! I was right about to cu-“ She’s suddenly cut off when Harry’s mouth pressed against hers. His slightly parted to let their tongues messily intertwine. Her hands could only wrap around the sides of his neck, his hips pressing down and rubbing against her throbbing kiss making her whine out against his mouth.

“I know you didn’t touch me pretty girl… bu’ wouldn’t you wan’ my cock instead…” He murmured peppering kisses down her jaw as his hips continued to slowly move against her own. Y/N moaned out dropping her head back nodding eagerly.

“Yes yes yes yes yes- god yes want it so bad…” Harry grinned at her eagerness before pulling back and turning her over on her tummy, gently nudging her to pull her onto her knees. Her upper back propped up on her forearms while her bum arched up waiting for his. Harry dragged his hands over the swell of both her cheeks, leaning down to place open mouthed kisses, nipping at some pieces of her skin making her giggle briefly. Once he pulled back, he let his right hand drop down on her hand roughly, making Y/N let out a garbled scream. The bite of his three rings specifically stung as Harry rubbed over the newly pink skin. Y/N looked over her shoulder at him once his left hand repeated the same action making her hips pull away from his hands, hissing out. Harry pulled his cock out of his boxers, smirking as his eyes met hers, leaning down to brush their noses together.

“Wha… didn’t think I would spank you for getting all mouthy with daddy?” Harry murmured watching as her eyes locked on his lips. “Think I need to set you back in your place sweetheart…” He pulled back just slightly to look down as he slowly pushed his cock into her cunt inch by inch, making Y/N’s head drop forwards sucking a breath between her teeth. One of Harry’s hands wrapped around her throat, tugging her back up into the position she was in, pumping his lips into hers. His other hand held the both of them up, pressed against the side of her body as his forehead pressed against her temple. The only things filling the room was Y/N’s mewls, Harry’s growls and the thumping of his hips against her bum. Y/N’s hands struggled against the tie around her wrists, wanting to reach behind her and squeeze over his perky bum to press him deeper into her. Harry could see her struggle with the tie, chuckling lowly in her ear letting his thrust emphasize his words.

“Next time daddy buys you something… are you gon’a throw a fit?” Y/N shook her head quickly looking back at him. Harry leaning down taking her bottom lip between his teeth tugging at it.

“Are you goin’ to complain next time daddy buys you something?” He growled out slamming his hips into hers, letting them stay and grind down against her bump to nudge against her spot.

No! No no I won’t I’m sorry.” Y/N whimpered out feeling the tip of his cock continuously nudge against her spongy spot, making her tummy coil for the third time today. Harry’s hand was still wrapped around her throat, looking down at her letting out his own whines, applying pressure around her throat lightly. Y/N’s mouth drops open along with Harry’s as he feels her clenching around him. She’s seeing stars, feeling the coolness of his rings on the sizzling skin of her neck. It only takes Harry one more thrust before she’s gasping out for air and cumming all over his cock. He moves his hand from her throat to clench the duvet on either side of Y/N burying his face into her neck as he came.

“Oh fuck me… you naughty little minx…” Harry growled against her neck held heartedly, moving his hips slowly to ride out their highs. “You liked my hand aroun’ your throat didn’t you..” Y/N turned her head to look at him tiredly giggling shutting her eyes before nodding. If she wasn’t so exhausted he would’ve had a go with her again right on the spot. Harry sat back on his heels, wincing as he pulled himself out rubbing his hands over her bum, squeezing at the plushy flesh.

Y/N lazily turned over on her back letting Harry untie the tie around her wrists and tossing it on the floor befor leaning down to kiss over the skin, looking at her through his eyelashes. Y/N smiled before tilting her head up, lips puckered. Harry cupped her face before leaning down and lovingly smooshing their lips together, thumbs rubbing at her cheekbones affectionately. Both of them smiling into the kiss, Y/N’s hands rubbing down the expansion of his back, lightly scratching the skin making his spine tingle. Harry pulled back licking over his lips as he looked down at her.

“You okay…?” He murmured softly brushing away some matted hair off your forehead as she giggled.

“I’m more than okay H I promise… I love it when you get like that.” He emphasized kissing over the side of his nose making him smirk.

“Oh yeah? ‘Love it’ don’t you…” She giggled again nodding and wrapping her arms fully around her neck slotting their lips together again.

“I still want the baby pink set..”

Harry groaned playfully into her mouth dropping his forehead against hers.

“Still ‘aven’t learned your lesson yet petal…. guess ‘m gon’a ‘ave to do to teach you all over again.”

there have been so many amazing fics posted this year, i couldn’t possibly include them all (or read them all), but these are 25 of my personal favorites that i have read! i’m really looking forward to reading the ones i have yet to get to from this year and all the wonderful fics that will be posted in 2018! :) happy reading everyone!

Go Nowhere Tonight by objectlesson (12k)

As always, the easy nonchalance with which he treats the rumors hurts, stabs Harry in the gut, twists the knife. Because it is hard for Harry; it’s hard to know people think they should be or are together because he wants that. Wants it so fucking badly, and it would be one thing if he could just silently quarantine that part of himself and pine secretly, but instead he’s faced with fictionalized accounts of his and Louis’s nonexistent love life and photoshopped pictures of them being coupley every time he’s on the internet. It is hard, and the fact that it supposedly isn’t for Louis functions as proof that it’s unrequited. “It’s gonna be a rude awakening for them,” he starts, gazing into his empty glass, “when we eventually come out but are dating other people. No one likes being half-right.”

Or, the aftermath of a very tense dinner party.

That’s How I Know by allwaswell16 (17k)

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

we’ve got to get away from here by suspendrs (23k)

“It is my understanding that you are the most comprehensive member of this agency in the field of extraterrestrial life, is that right?” the agent asks. He’s trying to sound calm, but Louis can tell he’s shaken as well.

“Um, I guess so,” Louis says, glancing over at the man in the blanket again.

Suddenly, Louis’s blood runs cold. There’s something off about the man, something in his gaze, something Louis can’t put his finger on. It’s terribly unsettling, but excitement bubbles in his gut.

Or, Louis is an FBI agent who likes to think himself a paranormal expert, and Harry is the alien that somehow ended up in his office.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here by sincewewereeighteen (26k)

“Another car has stopped at the beginning of the carpet. People are going to collapse any time soon, and Louis knows why.

Harry Styles has just arrived. And Louis. Well. Louis is a grown man. He curses himself a hundred times for even letting his heart race in his chest. He knew they were bound to meet tonight.
What the hell is wrong with him?”

Or: the one in which Harry’s having his big movie debut and Louis sings on its soundtrack.

rivers ‘til i reach you by embodied (29k)

Louis can’t begin to understand how he’s always this close and still can’t manage to make Harry his. He stands up and gets another beer.

AU. Louis studies astronomy; Harry studies Louis. They spend their summers on the water and it shouldn’t be complicated (spoiler: it is).

Swallow My Words by YesIsAWorld (32k)

Senior year is stressful. On top of balancing school work, family, and friends, Harry’s lacrosse team is vying to win the state championship, he’s not sure where he’s going to college yet, and he has a secret boyfriend that no one can know about.

Love is the Right Place by chelseafrew (33k)

They met when they were seven and five. Louis was a new kid in a new town and Harry was a blind kid in need of a friend. They hit it off immediately, each of them exactly what the other needed. Over the years, friendship turns to more. Just as their romance blossoms, however, Louis gets an offer which promises fame and fortune far from home. Will they be pulled apart or will their love survive?

Life Was a Song, You Came Along by rainbowninja167 (37k)

It’s embarrassing how long it takes Louis to recognize his own song. Niall had sung it as a bright, hopeful love song, and that’s honestly how Louis had always assumed it should sound. But this new voice, slow and rough, stripped of any backing instrument, has infused the lyrics with just the tumultuous mix of fear and defiance that Louis can remember so clearly from the night he wrote them.

It’s not a comfortable thing, to feel like someone is singing all your secrets back to you.

Louis is a songwriter trapped in a lie that could ruin his best friend’s career. Harry owns a record store, distrusts everyone in the music industry on principle, but loves Niall Horan’s newest album. A modern retelling of Singin’ in the Rain.

Looking Through You by allwaswell16 (41k)

Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything. Four years later, just as Harry is set to embark on his next world tour, a drunken confession causes a rift between once inseparable friends. As Harry tries to make sense of his feelings for Louis, he begins writing his next album to express them as it may be the only way to break through the walls that Louis has built between them.

Be with me so happily by BriaMaria (42k)

Harry Styles may have had his doubts at first, but by the time the gates to the elephant sanctuary came into view he was one hundred percent positive. Louis Tomlinson hated his guts. Like hated, hated. Like loathed-him-on-sight hated.

From what Harry could tell, he hadn’t even done anything close to insulting enough to warrant the disdain that was Louis Tomlinson’s default expression whenever he looked at Harry. It really wasn’t fair. Especially since he’d been lusting after the man from the second he’d laid eyes on that pretty, pretty face with those pretty, pretty eyes.

Or … the one where Harry Styles has a bad reputation and a heart of gold, and Louis Tomlinson wishes he wasn’t so enchanted by boys who looked like Disney characters and wore shirts with bumble bees on them.

[aka Louis is the director of the Styles Elephant Sanctuary and really doesn’t want to babysit his funder’s spoiled lay-about son for two months]

tangled up in you by missandrogyny (45k)

Harry blinks once. And blinks again. And says, his voice dangerous: “Niall, did you get me a mail-order bride?”

Because what the actual fuck. It kind of looks like Niall’s just purchased a person. For Harry.

Niall blinks back at him for a few moments, before throwing his head back and howling with laughter. Harry throws a pillow at him. Hard. “No, what the fuck, Harry.”

“A prostitute then?” Harry also doesn’t want a prostitute.

“Of course not!”

“A stripper?”


Damn, he’s running out of ideas. He settles for launching another pillow at Niall’s head. Niall bats it away easily, still laughing. “Stop!”

“What did you get me, then?!” Niall must hear the tinge of hysteria in his voice, because he’s pulling himself together, trying to stop himself from laughing.

There’s still a big grin on his face, though, when he says, “I got you a professional cuddler.”

A professional…what. “What?”

The Little Things That Keep Us Going by panda_bear21 (46k)

Harry wakes up in the hospital, unable to remember his children’s first steps, their hugs, their stories. Or the soft way their babysitter always used to smile and laugh with him.He knows he’s not recalling something important, a lot of things that are important. But he wants to know what they are so incredibly badly… wants to know why his heart is set ablaze, warm and fluttering, every time Louis looks at him.

Love’s Truest Language by summerwine (48k)

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn’t really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where’s your order forms, then?”

“I don’t want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

We’ll Be Seamless by dinosaursmate (52k)

Green reblogged an old photo of himself. It was from back in October, a Halloween special. A pulse shot all the way through Louis because this photo was his absolute favourite, and it had taken the rest of the year for him to wean himself off of it.

Green was on his knees, arms stretched out in front of him with his fingertips digging into the surface of his bed. He was wearing a pair of cat ears on his head, his curls falling forward. His back was arched, and in the foreground of the picture, Green’s bum was high in the air, a long, black cat tail sitting neatly between his cheeks.

Louis spends all his spare time scrolling arty nude blogs on Tumblr but amongst them all, Green is his favourite.

Here, There, and Everywhere by harioandlouigi (54k)

Louis was in a rut. He was still living in the same small Texas town he’d hated all his life, he was about to graduate with a degree he’d never been interested in, and he was hooking up with a guy he didn’t even like just because it was probably his only chance to be with another man.

And then someone else’s overindulgences triggered a series of events that lead to where Louis is now, touring the world as a roadie for Harry Styles.

I Walk the Line by Awriterwrites (55k)

Professor Louis Tomlinson is the leading researcher in his field. Harry Styles is Louis’ recently hired grad assistant. Sparks fly between them but something doesn’t add up when it comes to Harry, and Louis is determined to find out what.

What happens when everything Louis thought he knew comes crashing down around him? Is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? Or will he learn to follow his heart and find a way to forge his own path, alongside someone he’s not sure he can trust, but who might just be the best thing to ever happen to him.

Never Let Me Go by loveisalaserquest17 (55k)

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”

Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?”

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single. Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

Falling For Me Won’t Be A Mistake by Rearviewdreamer (58k)

Harry is married to his job and so overworked that he doesn’t know how to stop. All it takes is a forced Hawaiian get-a-away, the warm tropical breeze of the island, and the most beautiful, elusive man he’s ever seen to make him remember what living is like outside of work. Well, that, and the little souvenir he accidentally takes home with him.

Don’t Want Shelter by FullOnLarrie (76k)

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families’ old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

Perfect Storm by cherrystreet (80k)

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

through struggles, to the stars by thedeathchamber (80k)

Louis is a Starfleet captain trying to find his place in the universe. Harry is a prince just trying to do what’s right.

A Star Trek-inspired AU.

Pour Your Heart Out by hrrytomlinson (92k)

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

Resist Everything Except Temptation by domesticharry (100k)

The lethargic sound of heels clicking against wood resonated across the sea. Footsteps descended the staircase, every assured step creating a menacing aura as it grew closer. Perspiration gathered along Louis’ palms as the rhythmic sound halted in front of him.

“Captain,” Malik greeted.

Louis watched out of his peripheral as Malik’s boots shuffled back a few steps. Sweat matted the hair along the nape of Louis’ neck as he waited for something to happen. He felt as if a sharp blade was twisting his gut as the silence became tangible.

There was a metallic slide of a sword being pulled out of its sheath, the sound startling Louis out of his cocoon of sterile shock. His shoulders jumped as the tip of a blade flattened underneath his jaw. Louis’ distorted reflection stared back at him in the polished metal. Engraved rose petals twisted his appearance as they crawled up the length of the sword. The sword lifted and took Louis’ chin with it.

Standing in front of Louis was Captain Styles.

Or the one where Louis is the commodore’s son who is forced to become a part of Harry’s crew when he is captured.

got the sunshine on my shoulders by hattalove (124k)

five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn’t have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.

now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he’s rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he’s forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who’s spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.

(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

Your Mess Is Mine by amory (176k)

Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.

They fall in love.


billy hargrove

summary: billy wants to prove that he can get the new girl, but rather than using her, he falls for her

disclaimer: me writing this is not me excusing his abusive, impulsive and racist behavior.

an: i know a lot of you guys like me writing marvel, which won’t stop, feel free to request it, but I also want to write for other shows so.. feel free to leave requests for shows too! also I can make this a series if you want me to? i don’t like the ending of this, but i didn’t want to make them kiss bc i felt like it was unrealistic, sooo just shoot me an ask if you want more parts 

words: 1240+

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Do you ever just look into someone’s eyes…

Just for Christmas Eve (Steve Harrington x OC)

Originally posted by strangersource

Summary: After being put in a tight corner by your family, you find yourself lying about your current relationship status, assuring them that your boyfriend will be making an appearance at the annual Christmas Eve party. After a panicked search for a last minute fake-boyfriend, you have to rely on your younger brother’s cute new friend to help you out of your tight spot.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Word Count: 4,716

Author’s Note: Wow. I started out just wanting to write something fun and silly and holiday-y, but then I found myself just writing and writing and writing. I hope you love this somewhat cliche but definitely cute story.

Warnings: None!

“So, Y/N,” your aunt started. You held your breath, and you already knew where this was going. It was the same every year. The Friday before Christmas, your grandmother and your mom’s sisters and their daughters would roll in for the Annual Christmas Cookie Baking Day. When you were younger, you had loved every part of it. Eight women, all bustling around the kitchen, doing different jobs for different cookies. As the second youngest (and you being who you were) you had always been in charge of the thumbprint cookies because it was something you couldn’t mess up and therefore couldn’t freak out over. Plus, it kept you out of the older girls’ hair. Now that you were, you had graduated to being the official cookie finisher, charged with decorating any and all cooled cookies. Yet, while each year you were allowed to help more and more, every year, your family pestered you more and more about what you were doing in life. More specifically, your love life. “Any new boys we should know about?” your Aunt Veronica raised her eyebrows, her hands busy mixing the chocolate chip cookie dough.

Of course there weren’t. You had been busy busting your ass day in and day out, working to get a full ride to college. But sure, ask about the least successful aspect of your life.

You opened your mouth to say as much, when your cousin snorted. She, like you, was decorating gingerbread men. “You know she doesn’t. Y/N doesn’t have time for relationships,” she teased.

“No, no,” your Aunt Patricia’s daughter, Sarah jumped in. “That was two years ago, Rebecca. Y/N doesn’t have a boyfriend because she’s just focusing on herself. Being independent.” The two girls laughed, and you rolled your eyes dramatically.

Aunt Patricia wrapped a sympathetic arm around your shoulder. “You just haven’t met the right person yet,” she soothed. “You will.” She kissed the side of your head and moved across the kitchen to start the next batch of sugar cookies.

To some extent, you understood your family’s preoccupation with your relationship status. Your mother had cracked slightly after your father died, and it was the main reason that the Annual Christmas Cookie Baking Day had been founded. It was also the reason why the rest of your extended family trooped over to your little house to have a Christmas Eve party every year. Your aunts just didn’t want you to end up lonely like her. They didn’t have a lot of faith in Dustin keeping you company for the rest of your life.

So, every year, your family checked in to see if you were still single.

And every year, when you confirmed that you were, they gave you a hard time about it and inevitably ended up giving you a list of eligible men from their various parts of Indiana. Once, your aunt had even dragged along a neighbor boy to the Christmas Eve party and forced you two to spend time together.

It had been uncomfortable as hell.

“You know,” Aunt Veronica began. “Jerry’s single now. He’s smart like you, and very cute.”

“My ex-boyfriend, Jerry?” your cousin, Rachel asked her mother with wide eyes. Of course they would try to set you up with your younger cousin’s ex-boyfriend. Of course.

“Oh come on, Rach, you weren’t that into him,” her sister rolled her eyes. “But he’s not Y/N’s type. David Malkins, though, I should give him your number,” she pointed at you. “Or Kyle. His brother. What do you like? Dark or light brown hair?”

“What about Eric Robins, you know the boy who–”

“I have a boyfriend!” you burst out, suddenly. They all turned to face you, looking almost surprised that you were there.

“Really?” Rebecca asked, stopping in the middle of icing a smile on the gingerbread man’s face.

“Yeah. He’s coming to the Christmas party. It was supposed to be a surprise,” you flushed. They all looked at each other as if they were silently deciding who would call you out on your bullshit. Finally, Sarah turned to look at you.

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I can’t believe you told them you had a boyfriend,” your brother shook his head at you.

After all of the women had left your house, he’d heard you slam your door and had come to your room to check on you. He was sweet that way when no one was around. It had only taken him a few minutes of pestering you about why you were trying to smother yourself with your pillow before you broke down and told him exactly what had gone down. And Dustin was being very Dustin about the whole situation.

“I panicked!”

He chuckled. “Yeah, you did.”

You picked up a throw pillow and threw it at his head. He dodged it easily, still giggling.

You threw yourself back down onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You had two and a half days to find a boyfriend. No big deal. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t been able to find one at all in the past 18 years of your life or anything. Nah, this would be easy. You totally weren’t freaking out about it.

You were in such deep shit.

“What am I going to do? I can’t tell them he’s suddenly sick or staying with his family. Mom was there too. It’s a miracle she didn’t say anything.”

“She probably just doesn’t want any more of Aunt Patricia’s weird neighbors in her house,” your brother shrugged.

You just groaned in response, wishing your house would swallow you up and spit you out in some alternate dimension where you wouldn’t have to deal with this.

“I’ll help you. It’ll be like a shared quest,” Dustin offered. You turned your head against the pillow, checking to see if he was messing with you.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed. “I also don’t want any more weird neighbor boys in our house,” he grinned cheekily. You picked up another pillow and threw it at him.

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Howlin’ For You - 4/?

Description: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she doesn’t fully understand what gave Bucky Barnes such a bad name.

Pairing: AU - Biker!Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,059

Part Three 

After that morning, things got complicated. Everything seemed to change, yet somehow it still felt the same too.

Bucky still hadn’t made any move on Y/N. But he seemed so set on assuring she knew the truth about him. Even though he told her the story of just one arrest, an arrest where he offered himself as scapegoat to save Steve, Bucky had yet to disclose any other part of his past. In fact, he still hadn’t told Y/N how he’d gone from war veteran to the leader of The Howling Commandos.

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~College!au Pen Pal Namjoon~PART FOURTEEN:END

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8] [part 9] [part 10] [part 11] [part 12] [part 13]

Originally posted by parkjiminer

“You’re my pen pal,” Namjoon repeated for the millionth time. “It all makes so much sense now.”

“It does?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No wonder, Hoseok hyung was acting so giddy lately. I thought it was just the fact that I was going to stop by the dorm–”

“You were?”

“Heh–uh, yeah. But you technically know that since I told you…as your pen pal.”

Closing your eyes, you suddenly remembered all the texts you two’ve exchanged as pen pals. How did you not realize sooner? It was obvious!

“I wanted to apologize–”

“So that ‘girl you hate’ is actually the girl who ruined our relationship?” Your heart sank. You remembered her. She sent you sweet smiles months prior to her snake-like ways. While you were with Namjoon, she found a way to insert herself into her life, but not as a close friend. No, she was more a familiar face you grew to like to see in public.

Who knew her target was your boyfriend? She walked past you with her sweet smiles and cute greetings and at the time, you didn’t notice the winks and flirtatious smiles she sent Namjoon. 

And he fell for them. He started to engage in conversation with you and at first, you thought nothing of it. Then the arguments began…

“What’s gotten into you?”

“C’mon, live a little!”

“Live? You do know that I can’t just blow off my education right?”

“Skipping a day isn’t going to blow off your education, Y/N,” Namjoon muttered. 

“Sure, but it will when this is the fourth time you asked this week!”

“You know what? Whatever. I just wanted to do something fun with my girlfriend but, of course, you’re too consumed with your own life to acknowledge mine.” And with that, he stormed away from you leaving you in front of the building of your next class on campus. 

The next argument you had was what led to your downfall…

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey,” you replied softly, not forgetting the argument you had a few days earlier.

Namjoon leaned down to give you a peck on the cheek and sat across from you in the cafe. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Uh, our fight?”

“What fight?” He looked up from his coffee with a confused brow raised.

“The one about skipping class?”

“Oh, we’re over that right?” he waved you off with a laugh. You squinted your eyes as if analyzing him. What’s up with him? He’s acting so different lately.

“Well, I’m not,” you crossed your arms. Not only did he not apologize, he didn’t even talk to you until earlier that day when he said to meet him at the cafe. You thought he was going to apologize but you guessed not. 

“What do you mean? You’re not over it?”

“Uh, Joon, you yelled at me for caring about my education and said I’m too consumed with my own life.” You were hurt. It was like he didn’t even know he did something wrong. 

“Well because you are. You never have fun! That’s okay, though. I found a new ditch buddy,” he smiled warmly. 

“Ditch buddy?”

“Yeah, you know that girl you talk to sometimes in the hall? The one I just started to talk to?”

“Oh, Y/F/N?” Your furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Yes! She’s who I was with the other day. She’s really cool, you know? I can definitely see you two being friends,” He grinned.

“Nice to know but uh, you still haven’t apologized.”

“You still want me to apologize? Fine, I’m sorry–”

“What’s is going on with you lately? You’re acting so off,” You frowned, grabbing your coffee cup and tossing it into the garbage. Namjoon followed you out of the cafe and walked along campus.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re acting so cold lately. When’s the last time you’ve told me something about your day? I miss your stories you tell me,” You smiled softly at the thought of the random events he went through that he told you about. 

“Geez, I didn’t think you liked them that much,” he rolled his eyes. “Besides, telling them twice isn’t the same.”


“I told Y/F/N first.” Oh. OH. 

“You told her before your own girlfriend?” You were more confused than anything else. How did he get so close to a girl he met a few weeks ago? It took him a few months to open up to you. 

“Yeah…” he shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. 

“Okay,” you stopped in your tracks and turned to him, “Why do I feel like you care about her more than me? Now that I think about it, you sure seem giddy whenever we’re in the same room as her.”

“She’s cool. I like being her friend.”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s kind of like you’re wrapped around her finger. Pfft, like she’s the one who persuaded you to skip class,” You laughed humorlessly. When he didn’t reply, you looked back up at him.

“She didn’t,” You trailed off, your heart sinking even further down your chest. 

“She said it’d be fun!”

“Who even are you? You don’t do your homework anymore and it’s like you’re a completely different person!”

“Not my fault Y/F/N is showing me a fun time while you’re not.”

You blinked, speechless. Did he just say another girl was treating him better than you have?

“Well, if she’s showing you such a fun time, maybe you should date her then,” you huffed. 

“Hah, maybe I should!” He paused before holding his arm out, “Wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean that–”

But that’s all you needed to hear before tears brimmed your eyes and you walked away from Namjoon.

“I’m such an idiot. Y/N, you don’t know how lost I am without you. I thought you were holding me down but actually, you were the one pushing me in the right direction. I was just too stubborn to realize.”


“No, please. Let me speak. Even before our breakup, I treated you like absolute shit. I was hanging out with another girl just because she caught my eye because of her wild nature. And that is honestly the worst thing I could’ve done. She knew I’d run straight to her after the break up. But I’m the one to blame. I wish I knew how amazing you were since the beginning. You’ve always been there for me and I wish I was there for you.”

“You have been. You just lost yourself a bit,” A smile tugged at your lips. You knew how bad he felt. Hell, you’ve been talking to him about you all these months.

“I love you, Y/N,” He declared, causing your heart to flutter. It’s been a while since you heard those words from him and it was something you were yearning for. “Would you ever forgive me?”

“You sure that I’m the one you want?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“Then that’s all I need to hear,” You pulled Namjoon into a tight embrace. Leaning away from him, arms apart, you leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss to the lips. 

“AH! Yes!! Finally! Who came up with this plan? I did! Yes, I did!” An ecstatic Hoseok jumped from behind the couch. He pulled you both held each other in a tight hug.

“Hey, wait a minute. You referred to me as Jerkface!” Namjoon smirked, looking at you. 

“You pissed me off. Aren’t I allowed to, big guy?”

“Fair enough, babe.”

“And don’t forget: You left me on read on purpose!”

“It was funny!”

As you two bickered over your past pen pal conversations, Hoseok was watching from afar next to Jungkook, smiling.

 “Who would’ve thought, though? Exes being pen pals. Must’ve been fate.”

“Must’ve been.”

AND ITS OVER!! I GAVE SOME BACKGROUND INFO ABOUT THE BREAKUP TOOOO HAHA;;;SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG! I literally started writing this at around seven and didn’t finish till now omgggg

I hoped you liked it!! I loved this twist of events soooo much and I hope you did!

Let me know here!

Also the next pen pal issssss…JIMIN!!! I’m excited for his, too, muahahah:))))


ohno, I’m again came up with au of katsudeku about which I can’t stop thinking for several days D: but I likeitsomuch 

This universe in the distant future. Science fiction where there a lot of robots, developed technologies and machines. And most importantly, in this au I have a war between people and cyborgs (people above, that control all cyborgs and cars). Although, how to say the war .. rather, some people began to dominate the world, to seized territories, in order to create “some kind of a world without wars, etc.” and that all obey the authorities. (and those who don’t obey and don’t follow orders, respectively, kill)
And sad thing in this universe is that most of the robots are formerly people, or half people, half of the machine-killers, only completely devoid of feelings. And this all lasts for several centuries.
And now to the main thing - how did Katsuki and Deku take their places in this au.
There are people who “survived” and they live underground. They have everything arranged, they have weapons, and they themselves are developing something like machines, so that in an emergency it is possible to protect an innocent people (only not experimenting on other people, of course, this in the literal sense of the machine and some robots, but small, true) (“survivors” don’t even even know that half of the cyborgs are former people)
And Deku is among those most surviving people. He’s a young inventor and with all his heart he wants to help people (and he helps what he can). He dreams that someday this hell will end from the outside (and above all everything is destroyed, all cities have turned into ghost-towns and all around are fragments). He’s also a student of Toshinori, which many people know about, since many machines, useful devices and robots are created by him, so Izuku is almost always beside him, and he learns inventions (and he does a lot of things - disassemble small robots, repair some machine, creates something himself). People also often get out of the ground into so-called “forays”, and look for some spare parts on the surface, and in some places a dump of abandoned cars and robots from above is formed which have already outlived their own, but no… them repair that there are forces, disassemble and assemble again, and etc.
And on one such forays together Toshinori, Izuku and several other people, Deku finds Katsuki. He lay in a pile of metal, but unconscious. From a distance, he thought that the “machine” had survived very well, and it could be picked up, repaired, but when he came closer, removed some interfering objects over the robot, Izuku saw… that he was half human. And Izuku was frightened, so he told Toshinori about this not at once, only for the end of the forays, and Yagi decided that the robot shouldn’t be touched at all, since it looked exactly like those “killer machines” from above, and for such a good copy will surely come back to pick up, he probably could have had a chip somewhere along which he could be tracked. Deku initially protested, saying that he was half-human, he couldn’t just be left and thrown, but Toshinori simply forbade him even to approach to robot.
But did it stop Izuku? Haha, no. That same night, he left the shelter on his own to return for him. And he carried it with great difficulty past the guard so that he wouldn’t be noticed, and in his small “laboratory” he began to repair Katsuki. And then… and then I’ll tell later.

Oof, in general, I have always been clinging to such topics, where there are robots in which human feelings, emotions, and etc. I really like this topic so much, it can be some angst and in general… *a long scream* :’)))
And I really will try to develop this au, as like samurai-au. (I didn’t forget about it!) And now this au (science fiction) - I’ll try to do it in the form of a black-white comic.

It’s all hard, but I’ll try to do everything in turn. I just need patience and strength, which I can’t always concentrate on one thing, without losing my spirit. And random drawings don’t apply to this, they come out spontaneously and relax me. And similar topics with au for me is a serious work, which I don’t want do carelessly.

I just hope that I’ll can to realize my ideas… And I also hope for your support - without you I’ll not succeed. :’)

Underneath the Mistletoe

I wrote a little Christmas drabble on my study break. Hope you enjoy it! x

Hogwarts was a sight to behold. Snow was covering all the high points of the castle. The cold December wind had turned the trees into dancing shadows in the night. Many students could be found in their common rooms, near the fireplace, with a cup of warm cocoa in their hands and an anecdote on their lips. Others preferred to wander around the castle, taking in the beauty of all the Christmas decorations that had been put up in honour of everyone’s favourite time of the year. Almost everyone.

“I can’t even understand what is so endearing about all this. It’s starting to get annoying, really.” Draco scowled, as he walked through one of the infinite corridors of the castle, with Pansy alongside him.

“Will you stop being such a spoilsport? It’s the nicest time of the year.”

“But is all of this really necessary?” He asked, as he waved both his hands to indicate the ornaments that covered the walls.

“I think it looks nice.”

“Sure you do.” Draco rolled his eyes, deciding the discussion wasn’t worth continuing. He just picked up his pace, hoping to reach his destination sooner so he wouldn’t have to continue dealing with all the sappy Christmas decorations. He got lost in his thoughts while doing so, which is why he was completely taken by surprise when he felt two hands on his back, pushing him forward with such force that he would have fallen to the ground had it not been the person he had bumped into.

“Malfoy?” Harry was taken back by the sudden collision.

“Potter! Sorry, I just…” He looked behind his back, just in time to catch the devilish smirk that had formed on his friends’ face.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Pansy?!”

“Look up, Draco.” Pansy said, her smirk growing wider.

Draco looked up to find something he certainly hadn’t been expecting to see. Mistletoe. Glistening as it hung from the ceiling.

“Haha, very funny, Pans.” Draco said, as he tried to leave the spot he was currently in.

“Don’t…” Pansy didn’t have time to finish her warning, as Draco felt a strong pull, leading him back to where he had been standing.


Hermione, who had been standing there with Ron, said: “It’s magical mistletoe. You can’t get away from it unless you actually kiss the person you’re with.”

“What?!” Harry and Draco both yelled.

Hermione just shrugged, as a small smile crept onto her face. She glanced at Pansy with a knowingly look on her eyes. Pansy recognized said look and gave a small nod of acknowledgement. Ron, who had been watching the whole thing, was utterly confused.

“Do we really have to?” Draco asked, pretending to be annoyed about the situation he had been dreaming with for the past weeks. He had befriended Potter at the beginning of the year, which made him realise that all the effort he’d put into teasing him for all those years had had nothing to do with hatred. Nothing at all.

“Yes, ‘Mione, do we have to?” Harry asked, sounding equally annoyed despite knowing he had fallen for the Slytherin and wanting nothing more than to kiss him. He had come to learn that Malfoy was intelligent, caring, funny, and also stupidly attractive. Platinum blonde hair, grey eyes and slender limbs were now a constant presence in his mind.

“The only way is for the person that charmed the mistletoe to remove said incantation. But we have no idea who has done it, and you’d be here all night if we were to look for said person, so I think you should just kiss and get it over with.” Hermione explained, purposely concealing the fact that she knew exactly who had charmed the mistletoes.

Both Harry and Draco huffed, trying to show one another their disappointment, even though they were both screaming with excitement on the inside.

Draco took a deep breath as he looked into Potter’s enthralling green eyes. He was disturbingly nervous; he had wanted this for such a long time but he was terrified of being the only one. Potter had shown such an exasperated expression at the prospect of kissing him. But then again, so had he.

Harry was lightly trembling. Malfoy seemed pretty displeased with the idea of kissing him, and Harry wanted nothing more but to grab the Slytherin by his robes and crash his mouth into his.  His Gryffindor courage was faltering, which is why he was glad Malfoy took the initiative to close the distance between them.

It started as a peck, the lightest peck he’d ever experienced, but enough to conclude Malfoy’s lips were the softest lips on Earth. He felt his brain going numb, as his hands reached for Malfoy’s neck, wanting to get even closer to the boy standing before him.

Draco was completely dazed. Potter was grabbing him by his neck, pulling them closer. This simple action triggered something inside him that made him place both his hands on Potter’s messy strands of hair and gently tug at them as a plea for Potter to deepen the kiss. What he got in return was both surprising and arousing. A moan. Potter had moaned into his mouth, before gently tugging his bottom lip between his teeth. Draco was pretty sure his mind had gone blank. Potter then licked it, clearly asking for allowance, which Draco happily granted by opening his mouth. Their tongues immediately met, swirling in a gentle but rushed motion, a clear display of their eagerness to taste each other. Their lips moved against each other in perfect synchronisation.

“Blimey! What is happening?!” Ron exclaimed, completely shocked by the way both boys were kissing each other, as if they were both meant to do so.

“Oh c’mon Ron, it was so obvious! They’ve both fallen for one another but were too oblivious to acknowledge it!”

“Yes, Draco wouldn’t shut up about Potter.” Pansy grinned, as she joined the two of them.

“You two set this up?!” Ron was incredulous. Hermione had acted like a total Slytherin by going behind her best friend’s back.

“We did, yes. We didn’t charm the mistletoe though, that was Professor McGonagall! She decided it would be a good idea to create a mistletoe that only appears when two people who are in love with each other are standing together!” Hermione smiled brightly. It had been a genius idea, of course.

“Professor McGonagall did this?!” Ron just kept getting more and more confused about the whole situation.

“Yes, Weasley, she did! Now stop asking questions, for Merlin’s sake!”

Ron didn’t argue with her.

Harry and Draco, whoever, were completely unaware of their friends’ conversation, too busy with each other.

After a few more minutes, they parted, reaching for air. They both smiled at each other.

“Sooo… I’m guessing you sort of like me?” Harry asked, while biting his lip.

“Took you long enough!” Draco said, while his pupils dilated at the sight of Potter’s lip-biting. “You need to stop that!”

“Stop what?” Harry asked innocently while tugging harder at his bottom lip.

“Oh, you’re so asking for it!” Draco grabbed Potter by his robes and kissed him. He was once again greeted by his delicious tongue, and felt a rush of heat course through him.

The snow was falling heavily outside the castle. And Draco had never been more appreciative of Christmas decorations.

Come (into my arms) | (m)

Originally posted by hohohobi

Genre - Jungkook x Reader | SMUT, Humour, Fluff

Word Count - 4431

Summary - When an explicit comment during the movies turns into a lot of things. 

(Author’s note - Random ass title cause it’s 12 am and idek xD xD ) 


“I want to cum over your boobs." 

You snapped your head towards Jungkook, the statement catching you completely off guard.
"Jungkook!” You hissed, wishing he could at least lower his voice.

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