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It'll Last Longer (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One-Shot

It’ll Last Longer: After being gifted a Polaroid camera, Bucky becomes infatuated with taking pictures. Reader finds out that Bucky likes to take pictures of her, leading them to discovering Bucky’s camera kink.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut. Minor kink shaming. Minior humiliation. Come play. Camera kink. Extremely NSFW!

When Steve brought Bucky to the tower for the first time, you were curious about him. He was a bit reclusive. When you held out your hand for him to shake, he stared at it as if it were some kind of deadly insect. The man hardly looked at you more than twice after that. Steve assured you that Bucky did like you, it was just going to take some time for him to get used to being around females.

“He hasn’t seen a dame that wasn’t running for their life since back in the day,” he explained.

You understood completely, figuring if you just gave the poor guy some distance, he’d come around at some point. It was only the first day, so it was no big deal. You made sure to give him a smile each time you saw him and even exchanged good mornings at breakfast. It took a while, but he began coming out of his shell bit by bit.

However, nine months into his stay at the tower, Bucky still wasn’t ready to go on missions yet.

There were days when he was stuck at the tower by himself with absolutely nothing to do. He watched movies on Netflix, worked out in the magnificent gym, and even tried drawing like Steve did. But the boredom was becoming unbearable. That’s when Steve took it upon himself to get his best friend a hobby.

“What is this?” Bucky asks, curiously fiddling with the device in his hands.

“It’s a camera. Y/N used to have one growing up, so I figured you’d like it.”

Steve took the camera from his friend’s hands and turned it towards him. After a bright flash, the mechanical sound of the picture printing made Bucky’s eyes widen with shock. They watched as the small Polaroid picture ejected from the camera.

“Holy shit!” he gawked as he stared down at the camera.

“Language, Buck.” Steve laughed and tossed the camera back to him.

The camera became Bucky’s new obsession.

He began snapping pictures of small things at first. He got ones of the birds as they flew over the roof of the tower, he got some of Steve as he polished his shield in the armory, and he even managed to get some of Tony’s suits in his lab.

As time went on, and he came out of his shell bit by bit, he began taking pictures of the team (with their permission of course.).

Everyone had gotten used to the small mechanical sounds of his Polaroid camera. He had a small collection of his team mates covering the walls of his room.

The ones of Sam consisted of the man doing everyday things like playing video games or singing along to Marvin Gaye. His favorite was the one he snapped of him wearing his wings right before a mission. His back was turned, the lighting casting a shadow over the mechanical wings, making it look like it belonged in some action movie poster.

The ones of Nat were mostly of her outside. He thought the sun made her hair look fiery and complimented her skin perfectly. He got some of her lounging by the pool as she read a book. Some were of her doing yoga on one of the mats by a large window in the gym. His favorite was the one he took a couple weeks ago; she and Steve were at the park and he managed to catch a photo of them kissing secretively. Bucky still smiles every time he sees it.

The ones of Clint consist of the archer doing the dorkiest things. There were far too many ones of him aiming one of his arrows at one of the team members, making silly faces behind their backs. There was some of him playing guitar hero dramatically and even one of him trying to balance a vast amount of graham crackers on his forehead; that one was Bucky’s personal favorite.

The ones he got of Wanda, usually Vision was there with her, and so he just combined the two of theirs into one section in his room. Most of their pictures consisted of them cooking in the kitchen (Vision finally learned how to properly make paprika!) with the two covered in flour and laughing. There was some of Vision by himself, putting together the many puzzles he owned or helping Tony in the lab. The ones of Wanda consisted of the woman sculpting clay with her powers (which became a hobby of her own.) and covered in various colors of paint from head to toe.

Somehow, he was able to get some selfies from Thor when he came down from Asgard. He got some of the demi god placing his hammer on Steve’s shield with Steve struggling underneath it. His favorite was the one he got of him calling Heimdall to open the portal.

The ones of Tony were almost always from afar. He still wasn’t comfortable with the man just yet, but that didn’t stop him from snapping a few pics of him as he tinkered away in his garage. And he has one of the men secretly playing the grand piano in his basement. He made sure to hide that one.

Out of all the pictures he had in his room, he found that the ones of you took up the most space. And for a totally valid reason. Bucky would take it to the grave if he had to.

He was a little bit obsessed with you. Just a little bit.

Some of the pictures of you consisted of you working out. He found you the most beautiful when you simply weren’t trying to be. Your eyebrows were drawn together in focus, your hair was pulled back into a messy pony tail, and you were completely unaware of your natural beauty. The other half were of you in your combat suit before a mission. There was something about your pre-mission aura that made you look amazing. You were standing next to Steve during a mission briefing, your eyes were focused on the paper in front of you. There were some of you doing your make up in the mirror of your bedroom, your hair in rollers as you applied a coat of mascara that you really didn’t need.

On top of all that, Bucky Barnes had a secret that nobody knew. He had an entire separate collection of Polaroids of you hidden in a small box underneath his bed and they were for his own eyes only. Steve had been the only one to notice that majority of the pictures Bucky took of you were ones in which you were wearing less clothing than usual. He nearly had a heart attack when the blond brought it up one day. But being the pure, wholesome soul Steve was, Bucky was able to argue that the pictures were taken in the summertime.

In the hidden box, there were various photos.

Some were of you in the swimming pool, wearing your bikini. The first picture was your breasts, he didn’t even bother to get your face into the shot. It was the first day of summer and it was your day off. The next picture was taken seconds later, but the shot was of your ass as you reached for the beer Nat was handing you. The material of the bottoms hugged around your curves amazingly, how could he not snap a picture?

The third photo was the main source of Bucky’s masturbating material, as it was a photo of you lying on one of the lounge chairs. The position Bucky was in gave him a perfect view of your clothed crotch. Your feet were planted on the chair, giving him the opportunity to snap the picture and slip it into his back pocket.

There was a second group of pictures from the one time the power went out during a thunderstorm, causing everything to shut down, even the water. Luckily for him, you were in the middle of a shower and had to step out into the common room wearing only a towel. He just HAD to get a picture of that. There were only two: One of you sitting on one of the stools. He purposely chose to sit on the couch to get a view of your slightly open legs, but alas, you crossed them as soon as he sat. The second one was of you crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly causing your breasts to push up.

The third stack was taken during a Halloween party that Tony was throwing. You decided to come dressed up a Little Red Riding Hood, wearing a rather revealing corset and skirt that showed off your legs. The entire night, Bucky stealthily followed you around, snapping picture after picture of you. There were some that he was able to get up your skirt as you re crossed your legs or bent over. He got some of your breasts as you leaned over the pool table and some of your mouth as you bit into one of the candy apples Wanda made. Steve couldn’t figure out why Bucky was grinning like an idiot as he walked back to his room after the party. To sum it up, Bucky had a very good time in his room that night.

There was the downside of it all, though.

Bucky was taking inappropriate pictures of you without your permission. When it all came down to it, he was technically a peeping tom. It was wrong, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop, not matter how perverted it was. It was almost like an addiction. He longed to finally get a picture of you completely exposed and vulnerable. It was his biggest fantasy.

But honestly, he would be terrified if you somehow ever found out about his little perverted game.

Tony was perhaps the dumbest smart person you’ve ever known.

One of the greatest minds in the twenty first century, somehow managed to ‘accidentally’ cause a malfunction in one of his suits, causing it to explode in his workshop. The same workshop that was right next to the giant air conditioning unit, causing the entire tower’s air conditioning to go out in the middle of July.

You were in the common area, trying to read one of your beloved Harry Potter books, despite the scorching heat coming from outside. You tried to go swimming, but that only made it worse, hence the sun was still directly beaming on you. Giving up, you toweled off and plopped onto the couch, flipping through your book.

After a while of flipping through the book, you got the sudden feeling of someone watching you. It was probably nothing, as you were the only person on the floor. You focused back on the words of your book, scanning the paragraph for the place you left off.

No matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it never went away. In fact, it only got stronger. Glancing up from your book, you caught the sight of Bucky Barnes watching you intently from the small kitchen area. The way he was positioned, the average person wouldn’t have been able to spot him, but you had grown used to his stealth.

Setting your book down, you gave him a smile. How long had he been there? Bucky was a pretty cool guy from your encounters, but this was creeping you out a bit. He blinked a few times, before pretending to do something. Unsure of how else to handle the situation, you went back to your book, ignoring the intense gaze from the kitchen.

After finishing your book, you closed it and rolled onto your back. The bikini top you wore tightened around your chest, but you couldn’t find yourself to care the slightest bit. You sighed, staring up at the ceiling. You really, really, missed the air conditioning.

For the second time that day, you felt the feeling of being watched creep its way into your mind. The sound of footsteps alerted you that you weren’t alone in the living room any more.

“Why don’t you take a picture, Barnes?” you tease, smirking. “It’ll last longer.”

Turning your head to the side, you caught the sight of Bucky peering down at you from behind the couch. In his hand was the small Polaroid camera you’d seen quite a bit. Trailing your eyes down his body, you noticed how handsome he was. Those darn super soldiers…

“I already have some of you,” his voice is soft, yet reluctant. Each one of his words were chosen carefully, you could sense it. “You’re just…very photogenic. I can’t help but admire.”

You’ve been called a lot of things by past boyfriends and lovers. Hot, sexy, etc.; but there was something about being called photogenic by Bucky that made your heart flutter and a blush break out on your cheeks. You sat up, propping yourself on your elbows.

“Photogenic?” you ask. He nods, eyes trailing down your body. “That’s one I haven’t heard before.” It was meant as a joke, but you both knew it was the truth.

“If it’s alright with you,” he says, holding the camera up for you to see. “Can I….take some pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard.

You knew he took some snaps of you now and then, but he was technically asking you for a photoshoot now. You knew he wouldn’t post them or anything – he barely could operate the remote for the TV.

“Alright,” you say, standing and walking over to him. 

“Where do you want me?”

It wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be.

You were in the pool, floating around on Clint’s little duck floaty as Bucky snapped picture after picture of you. It was almost as if you were some A-list celebrity. You felt like Marilyn Monroe without the extra craziness that came along with it. It was flattering, to say the least.

“Is this okay?” you asked him as you took a sip from your beer.

“It’s perfect,” he says, snapping another picture. “You look gorgeous.”

He looked like a kid at Christmas. Maybe he was just excited that someone had took an interest in his hobby? He always got that way when Steve asked him about his pictures.

After a couple of hours, you began to grow tired. The beaming sun on your body mixed with your hands turning wrinkly were draining you and Bucky had run out of film. He had used an entire roll; scattered all around him from his lap and onto the concrete were pictures of you.

“You said you had more of those,” you mention, peering up at him. He hums a yes while taking a sip of his own beer. You can’t help but stare at his jawline. Man, you could cut diamonds on that thing. “Can you show me?” His eyes light up at your words.

“Anything for you, doll.” He grins, setting the beer down and helping you out of the pool.

You’d always wanted to see this so called collection that Steve talked about. He said that Bucky had a whole wall dedicated

to it. You had to see this for yourself.

Bucky’s room wasn’t as dark and gloomy as you thought it would be. In fact, it was pretty well decorated.

The first thing you caught was the Polaroid’s, which covered an entire wall. You gaped, standing in front of it. There were pictures of everyone doing all sorts of things.

You saw one taken on Sam’s birthday; Clint had smashed some cake into his face. You saw another taken of Peter, who was dangling upside down on a web, grinning at the camera. You giggled when you saw one of Nat as she was angrily swatting at the camera, her face covered in a facial mask. There was even one of Vision giving the camera a thumbs up as he stirred whatever he was cooking.

But the one that caught your eye the most was a peculiar one on his desk. If you hadn’t of glanced there, you wouldn’t have noticed it in the first place. Moving the random book that covered half of it, you held it up so that you could get a better look.

And you weren’t sure if you should’ve done that.

It was a Polaroid of you a couple months back. You had spilled a glass of soda on your white sleeping shirt during movie night and your nipples were almost visible through the material.

Thinking back to that night, you remembered that there wasn’t anyone else in the kitchen with you either. How did he even get that pi-

Before you could react, Bucky snatched the Polaroid from your hand and held it behind his back defensively.

“What…how did….why?” you stuttered. If he’d taken one picture like this, there surely must’ve been more, right? He was far too skilled when it came to it.

Bucky stared down at the floor shamefully.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” he says quietly. You frown.

“Find out what?” You ask, glancing back at the photos. “That you’re taking perverted pictures of me?”

“That’s not what this is, I swear!” he cried. “I like you, Y/N. A lot, actually. I didn’t know how to approach you. I’m not used to being around…women.”

“But Nat…”

“Nat’s well….she’s Nat,” he says with a nervous chuckle. One that he immediately stops when he sees your eyes grow colder. “She’s not really a traditional dame, if you catch my drift. She’s like one of the guys.”

You had no idea what to say. You were frustrated, not because you were embarrassed, but because somehow, deep in that dirty little mind of yours, you found this to be the sweetest thing. But you couldn’t figure out if it was because it was Bucky, or because it was the situation. You were utterly confused.

You stood in front of Bucky, holding the picture in your hands. 

“This has got to be the creepiest…” you began. His face fell into a frown. “….cutest thing anyone has ever done for me, Bucky.” You placed the picture back into his hand and placed a small kiss on his lips.

“What do you say we take some more? Maybe without all these clothes on?”

His eyes nearly shot out of his head at how wide they were. You watched his face as you reached behind your back and slowly undid the bikini top and dropped it onto the floor. His mouth fell open at the sight of your bare chest. You licked your lips before crashing them onto his. His hands felt their way to your hips, hooking underneath the bottoms of your bikini and tugging them down your thighs forcefully. Once he rid them from you, he gave your behind a playful swat. You moaned into his mouth. He pulled away, staring down at you with darkened eyes. This was far better than any picture he could’ve taken.

“C’mere,” he says, gently pushing you back onto the bed. He picked your legs and spread them wide, setting both your feet on the bed. You felt so exposed and it was the hottest thing you’ve experienced so far. You rested your hands on your stomach as you patiently waited for Bucky. The sound of clicking was the only thing audible as he replaced the film in his camera.

“Okay, doll,” his Brooklyn accent now, and it sent a wave of arousal to your core.

You picked your head up and peer up at him. He held the camera in his hands, but his eyes were glued between your legs. You could feel yourself dripping onto the comforter, just imagine how it must’ve looked to Bucky.

He cleared his throat before looking back into your eyes. “Can you spread your legs for me?” he asks.

You can’t help but giggle at how chivalrous he was even when he was horny. You nod, spreading your legs farther apart, giving him a full view of your pussy. You could hear his breath stutter, he cursed under his breath.

“Like this?” you ask innocently, sliding your hand down your body until your fingers are resting on your lips, spreading them apart. Bucky lets out a small groan at the sight and nods.

“That’s perfect, angel.” He says, looking into the camera and pressing the little red button on the side. You watched as the picture slipped out of the camera and onto Bucky’s hand. Setting it on the dresser, he turned back to you with a grin.

“You look so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he says, leaning down and pecking your lips. “Can you try something else for me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, darling.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but you couldn’t help it. You were being showered with affection and compliments, you were lost in Bucky at the moment. 

Bucky held the camera with his flesh hand and brought his metal one to your mouth. His fingers brushed your bottom lip, running along the pink flesh. “Can you get these nice and wet for me, sweetie?” you groan at the nickname and take two of his fingers into your mouth, lapping them up with your tongue.

Bucky watched you as you did, licking his lips hungrily. Pulling them out, he leaned forward and pecked your cheek. “That’s my girl.”

Leaning back between your legs, he slowly ran his fingers along the slit of your core, making sure your lips were spread. He placed the camera between your legs and pressed red the button again.

“Fuck,” you whispered. His metal fingers were cold, but you didn’t mind. They felt amazing.

You began grinding your hips into them, eager for some kind of friction. Bucky smiled down at you, one that showed nothing but pure admiration.

“You want my fingers, honey? Is that it?” he asks. You nod furiously.

“Please, Bucky.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he inserted his first finger into you. But it wasn’t nearly enough. You needed more.

Placing the camera back between your legs, he added another finger; earning a moan from you. Clicking the red button, you let out another moan as he began pumping his fingers in and out of you faster. You grabbed onto his arms, spreading your legs even wider.

“Oh my god,” you whimper. His fingers began creating an obscene sound as they entered you over and over again. It was so damn filthy, but you fucking loved it.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his fingers from your dripping core, making you whine.

“We’re not done yet, doll,” he says. He placed the camera on the bed and slowly pulled the black boxers he wore down. You watched as they traveled down his toned thighs until they were nothing more than a heap of material on the floor.

He gripped his member in his flesh hand and slowly began pumping himself as he stared down at you. That’s when you got the brightest idea. Reaching beside you, you grabbed the camera and aimed it at Bucky and pressed the little red button. You turned the camera towards you and held the Polaroid in your fingers. You couldn’t see his face, but you could had a perfect view of his cock, leaking precum onto his hand. Smiling innocently, you placed the picture on the dresser.

“Y/N,” he smiled. “Did you just….?”

You reached forward and pulled him on top of you. You threaded your fingers in his hair and crashed his mouth onto yours. He let out a moan into the kiss, licking inside your mouth with his tongue. He tasted so damn good, just like you knew he would.

Your legs found themselves wrapped around his waist and you could feel him sliding across your heat. You reached down between the two of you and gripped his member, guiding it to your entrance.

“Not so fast, sugar,” he teased, reaching for the camera. He leaned back, aiming the camera between your bodies. He gripped himself once again and slid the head of his cock against your dripping hole. You threw your head back, letting out a cry of pleasure. You ached for him, yet he tortured you. It wasn’t fair.

The sound of the camera snapping pulled you back to reality.

“Bucky,” you hissed. “Enough already. Just fuck me!” He chuckled with amusement.

He slowly pressed the head inside of you, stretching your walls farther than they’ve ever been. It hurt, but it was amazing. His head fell onto your shoulder and he let out a shaky breath. He pulled out all the way and peered down between the two of you. The sight of his cock covered in your juices nearly made you orgasm right then.

Without telling you, he slammed his hips into yours, making you scream out in both pain and pleasure. His thrusts were brutal, causing the bed to slam against the wall. You wrapped your arms around him. His mouth found its way to your shoulder, biting gently onto the flesh. He felt so fucking good, you felt like you could cry.

Shifting his weight onto his knees, Bucky pulled your legs over his waist and began thrusting harder into your abused hole. Your head fell back onto the bed, you could feel your clit rubbing against his abdomen in such delicious way.

It was all too much for you. Your heart was hammering inside your chest, your body was trembling with pleasure. Bucky’s hands began kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples softly. He let out a loud groan as he felt the head of his cock hit your cervix. The sound of your skin hitting his filled the room, along with your screams.

“Bucky,” you cried. "I’m gonna come!”

He let out a shaky laugh, amused at how much you loved this, before grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He gently sucked on your neck, nibbling into the delicate flesh.

You let out a scream as your orgasm ripped through your body. You dragged your nails down Bucky’s back, making him let out a gasp. His thrusts are becoming sloppy, you can feel him trembling against your body, but you’re too out of it to even care. You just came your brains out.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled into your ear. “Im gonna come.”

You gently pushed him away from you, he let out a whine. Placing a kiss on his cheek, you force him to stand. You kneel in front of him, opening your mouth for him.

Taking the hint, he grabbed the camera and aimed it at you, while pumping himself curiously with his metal hand.

He’s chanting your name over and over, thrusting into his fist and its the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. You can’t wait to taste him.

FUCK Y/N!” He shouts, his orgasm ripping through him.

You lean closer as he coats ribbon after ribbon of come onto your mouth and breasts. It was a lot, far more than any of the few guys you’ve been with could produce. He tasted sweeter than them, too. You licked your lips, gathering some of it with your tongue.

You looked up at Bucky innocently, smiling at him.

“You look so fucking beautiful like this, Y/N.” he breathes. He lifted the camera and aimed it at you. With a nod, you smile seductively as he clicked the little red button.

Tossing the camera onto the bed, he helped you up from the floor and set you on his bed. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he ran to the bathroom. You could hear the faint sound of a faucet running. He made his way back to you, a small washcloth in hand and a sheepish smile on his lips.

He gently wiped your face, making sure nothing was left, before making his way to your chest.

“Y/N,” he says, breaking the silence. Your eyes met his.

“Yes, Bucky?” The corners of his mouth twitched at the sound of his name coming from your mouth.

I love you.” You can’t fight the grin that spreads on your face.

“I know,” you say, placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, too.

- Fin!

I’m on a bit of a Batdad kick and I’m trying to write stories that focus on Bruce bonding with his kids. This one is Bruce and Cass bonding. I hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: Bruce takes Cass to a ballet 

Rating: G

Words: 3k (ish)

AO3 Link

Bruce adjusted his tie, straightening it in his mirrored image before he reached into his jacket pocket to make sure the ballet tickets were still in his pocket. With how much funding he gave the theater they were more for appearance than an actual requirement, but they felt important all the same. He pulled his coat back into place and checked the tie one more time before a voice called his attention to the door.

Cass stood frowning at him. “We will be late.”

Bruce turned to smile at her, undaunted by his daughter’s apparent impatience. “Alfred is a fast driver; I think we can spare another minute or two. What do you think about this tie?” he asked his tone teasing.

Cass ignored his jab and stalked forward, “No messing around, not tonight.” she was stern as she pushed him from behind, out the door and down the hall.

When she reached the stairs she paused to move next to Bruce and hooked her arm through his own and continued to pull him down. Bruce let her drag him the whole way, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He loved the bright eager impatience pushing her feet to make sure they made it on time.

They were just passing the living room and Dick, when he leapt to his feet and darted in front of them both, camera in hand.

“Move.” Cass told him.

Her hands went to her hips, dragging Bruce closer in the process, since their arms were still locked. Cass didn’t seem like she was going to change poses soon so he stepped over to relieve the pressure, and looked to Dick. His oldest was shaking his head.

“I want at least one picture. Alfie’s not here to take it, so you’re stuck with me.”

Cass crossed her arms and frowned at him for a moment. Then she went to push past him, and drag Bruce with her, but Dick scuttled in front again.

“Dick, you know the paparazzi will take plenty of pictures, pay one of them for some.” Bruce said as he was jerked to another stop by his children’s bickering.

“Just one, Cass. Please?” Dick asked, all his attention on her. “The reporters will photoshop all the pictures and none of them will be natural.”

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anonymous asked:

Hii, could you please do more Fanboy!Tae HCs please???

Yoongi remembers the first time he ever saw Taehyung jealous. It was actually so hilarious and a fun time for him. Yoongi’s usually the only to pout and glare at the boys Taehyung pulls with him to events and for once it’s Taehyung being pouty and grumpy literally Yoongi wants to milk it for all it’s worth because the younger is so fucking cute!!!

It’s during a fan sign in Seoul. Taehyung arrives at the usual location dressed up in his best outfit and carrying his favorite camera to capture any cute poses his boyfriend might do in his direction. It catches him off guard for a moment, though, when he lines up and none of the normal fan masters he interacts with come up to say hello like before. 

His eyebrows scrunch together and he looks around to notice that most of the fan masters are in a circle a little further ahead of the line. 

“Hey, Yoona! What’s going on over there?” 

Taehyung smiles as he spots and talks to one of the Seokjin fan masters he’s gotten close with. She’s a cute girl who always has a Mario plush with her and wants Soekjin to call her baby girl and also one of the few persons that knows of Taehyung’s and Yoongi’s relationship. The girl giggles and covers her mouth before her eyes shut into half moons with her grin and Taehyung himself can’t help but grinning. 

Until she speaks. 

“There’s a new Yoongi fanboy! You remember how wild it was when you first came, they are just excited to see another boy.” 

The grin on his face falls and he wants to say something else but before he can the staff is asking them to line up and of course, of fucking course, the boy lines up right in front of Taehyung. He doesn’t even try to hide his frown. The boy is fucking adorable as fuck. His hair is dyed silver, to match Yoongi’s Taehyung notices, and his almond eyes are lined in sharp dark black liner with light red shadow covering the lids. Really if Taehyung thinks about  it the boy looks similar to himself and that thought only pisses him off more when he sees the boy wearing a shirt that reads “Suga’s boyfriend!” on it.  The boy grins when he sees Taehyung. 

“Hello, I’m Baekhyun! Are you a fanboy too? Ah i bet your girlfriend dragged you here right?” 

Taehyung just points to his camera that hangs around his neck and more specifically the card taped to the camera that reads “Sugas_Sweets.” Baekhyun’s mouth drops open.


Thankfully before Baekhyun can try talking to him more the line begins moving and the fans are aloud to enter the building. Taehyung quickly looks for Yoongi and his mood instantly brightens when he notices Yoongi is already staring at him with a gummy smile on his face. His mood again is dropped when he hears Baekhyun squeal followed by “Holy shit Suga hyung is so handsome!!” 

He’s really not normally the jealous type but something about Baekhyun gets the possessive juices in him flowing. The boy is pretty, fucking gorgeous really, and Yoongi’s type. It makes Taehyung frown.  

“Did you get Hyung a gift? I got him this signed Eminem cd and some of his favorite candies!” 

Baekhyun is tossing an arm around Taehyung’s shoulder as he talks and Taehyung tries to focus on getting quality pictures of his boyfriend, and some of Namjoon for Kyungsoo, he really just wants to toss his camera because he knows Yoongi is going to fucking love that gift. It’s not a competition but Taehyung wants nothing more than to casually toss out a “I sucked his dick last night that’s a good enough gift.” but he stops himself. Instead he just smiles and shakes his head. 

“I go to every event. Yoongi asked i stop getting him gifts because my love and support is enough for him.” 

It’s their turn to meet the boys at the table and he counts it as a win when he sees Baekhyun look a bit jealous at the way Yoongi lights up when he notices Taehyung is in line. Most fans themselves have just figured Taehyung is Yoongi’s favorite fan site and that’s why the rapper lights up whenever he sees him. Taehyung knows it’s really because his boyfriend is a giant sap that loves when Taehyung shows his fanboy side. Sadly the way the line is set up has Baekhyun going to see Yoongi before Taehyung does. 

He watches with a frown as Baekhyun hands his gifts to Yoongi and Yoongi’s eyes shine when he sees the Eminem cd. Baekhyun raises his hand and Taehyung assumes he’s asking for a high five until he sees Yoongi link their fingers together for a few seconds. It makes his stomach turn unhappily as Baekhyun blushes when he makes eye contact with Yoongi and Yoongi himself laughs at how fucking cute Baekhyun is. 

The staff push him along and Yoongi laughs again when Taehyung sits in front of him with a pout. 

“He’s cute.” 

Yoongi teases his boyfriend and Taehyung huffs. 

“I’m turning into a Namjoon fan site.” 

Of course they both know he’s lying and Yoongi laces their fingers together as he coos. 

“Kyungsoo would kill you if you did.”

They don’t have much time together and Taehyung knows Yoongi has a packed schedule so they won’t get to have any secret dates anytime soon so he tries to smile as he hands over some sticky notes with questions for Yoongi to answer. One of them has a question that reads “Hyung what is your ideal type?” and he winks as he writes down “Pretty boys that pout when they are jealous and have purple hair.” 

Taehyung leaves with a blush on his face as staff ask him to move on. Damn Yoongi can be so smooth sometimes. 

Yoongi laughs the moment he reads the text. He knows, thanks to Taehyung, how much the fans are fearing for his hair now that a new comeback has been announced and although Yoongi already knows he’s keeping his dark hair he decides to tease Taehyung. 

He uploads an old selfie he has on his phone that was never posted onto twitter with his hair a bright orange, from when he was in the middle of bleaching it, before texting Taehyung back. 

“You haven’t checked Twitter?” 

A little bit of worry runs through him when twenty minutes pass and he’s gotten no reply from his boyfriend.  Another ten minutes go by and finally Yoongi texts his Taehyung again. 

“Are you okay?” 

What he receives is a picture of Taehyung in front of the bighit building with the words “BRB fighting Bang PD.” under it. 


It’s hard on them sometimes. Not always sunshine’s and rainbows. Sometimes they fight and it’s so ugly because they care for each other so much. Yoongi has idol friends that are just so fucking rude sometimes and there the ones that know about him dating a fan and they put words into his head that normally he wouldn’t think about. 

“What if he’s only with you because of the fame?” 

“He only likes you because you’re Suga.” 

“Once the excitement of being with an idol wears off he’ll leave you and go to a magazine about your relationship.” 

Yoongi’s so stressed out when Taehyung calls to tell him about how much he loves the new mv and talk about it he just snaps. 

“Can you please just shut up about the music video.” 

Taehyung goes silent for a moment before trying to change the subject to maybe cheer Yoongi on for his next concert. Yoongi knows he’s being a dick but again the stress it there and the lack of sleep and the words from his friends creep up and he just can’t handle it. 

“All you ever want to fucking talk about is concerts and music videos and it’s so fucking annoying can you just stop being such a fucking fan for once! I’m sorry i don’t want to be your idol boyfriend Suga today you can leech from me later.” 

The line clicks as Taehyung hangs up their call before Yoongi can even realize he’s taken out his stress on his boyfriend. Of course the younger doesn’t answer any attempts Yoongi makes to call him back. It just makes everything hurt more when a few days pass and Yoongi doesn’t see Taehyung at the fan event that he knew for sure the younger had tickets to. Yoongi checks twitter and his gut drops when he sees the top tweet. 

Sugas_Sweets: Hello it’s admin of S_S, for the first time ever S_S will be going on hiatus. Thank you for understanding.

He tries one more time to text Taehyung. “Am i really losing my favorite fan site?” and of course he feels like a dick when Taehyung text him back. “Clearly it bothers you that i’m a fan so i’ll stop.” 

That same day he nearly runs to Taehyung’s apartment as soon as he gets the free time. He has no idea what he’s going to say or do but he knows he needs to fix things with his boyfriend. He never really realized how much he looked forward to seeing Taehyung at events and concerts until the younger hadn’t showed up. He sees it coming when he knocks on the door and Kyungsoo answers just to slam the door back shut when he sees who it is. He’s always been protective over Taehyung and Yoongi is ready to fight his way into the house if he has too to get to Taehyung. Thankfully the younger opens the door a few minutes later. 

Yoongi doesn’t say anything before pulling him into a tight hug. 

“I’m sorry i’m a fucking asshole. I love your support and i love that you’re my fan and that you are there to cheer me on and i didn’t mean anything i said i just let some stupid words some people said get to me and i’m sorry.” 

He hates that Taehyung’s eyes are red, probably from crying, and the younger sighs as if he’s given up. 

“You know i’m dating you because you’re Yoongi right? I love Min Yoongi the man that snores too loud and is picky about his ramen. I don’t care if you are Suga of BTS i love Min Yoongi and i only talk about your work so much because i want you to know how proud i am of you.”

Yoongi nods. He does know that he just fucked up and he says so as he holds the love of his life to him. Taehyung finally hugs him back.

“I love you, stupid. If you make me cry again i’ll get Kyungsoo to kick your ass.” 

Yoongi just chuckles.

“I love you, too brat.” 

Niall Horan - “This Photograph”

Time to write some cute Niall for the girl I’m going to see Niall with in June! Enjoy!

What was it about Ireland that inspired you so much? You felt drawn to it’s greenery, the hills, the lush fields, the dewy grass and overcast skies. You wanted to spend every free second you had attempting to capture it’s beauty with the lens of your camera. Today found you in Mullingar. Down the road from the hotel you booked a room at you found a small park. It’s tall trees, the green grass, the people milling about as they gossiped and laughed together. 

You stood under the shade of a large tree, your lens sweeping across the view before you, snapping picture after picture of the people and sights around you. And that’s when you saw him. 

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Dance Lessons

Finally, this fic from hell is finished! I wanted to do something a little lighter since the only two pieces I’ve written so far have been pretty angsty. I want to thank @noctigar for helping me through this crazy time and giving me a little piece to work with. Without further adieu, I give you Dance Lessons

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“Let’s try again,” Luna insisted. She released Noctis’ hand and stepped away to restart the music. Her heels clicked against the polished ballroom floor. Each click echoed against the walls. She restarted the music and quickly returned to her position as the intro filled the air.

“Loosen up,” she said with a small smile.

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anonymous asked:

What if Fushimi gets a polaroid photographer from scepter4 and he is not sure if he wants to take pictures w it, but when he gets home he finds yata sleeping on the couch and he cuddles w him and decides he is gonna take a photo of them cuddling, and as he juggles w how to take it yata wakes up and first thing he looks is saru who just at that moment takes the photo. Saru keeps the photo in his pocket and treasures it

Aw, Fushimi being romantic for once. Maybe Munakata’s put everyone on spring cleaning detail and even Fushimi can’t get out of it, he gets stuck cleaning out some of the old closets that haven’t been sorted through since Habari’s days. While he’s digging around and complaining about the dust and how pointless all of this is he ends up finding this old polaroid camera that got tossed in there some time ages ago. There’s still some film left in it too, just enough for a handful of pictures, but even so Fushimi initially plans on just tossing it because what do they even need a camera for. Munakata stops him though, noting that sometimes even old finds like this can have a hidden treasure inside and he suggests that Fushimi keep the camera and try to use up the rest of the film.

So Fushimi takes the camera home with him, muttering to himself because what does he need a stupid old camera like this for anyway, he barely ever even takes pictures with his phone as it is. He steps inside the apartment that he and Yata share and immediately he can smell the dinner that Yata left out for him. He mutters an ‘I’m home’ and starts looking around for Yata, he finds Yata asleep on the couch. Fushimi almost wakes him but then changes his mind, Yata looks all peaceful and maybe a bit tired out and Fushimi figures he may as well at least eat before he bugs Yata. Plus maybe Yata’s been working extra long hours at all his part time jobs lately and even though he won’t admit it Fushimi wants to make sure Yata gets some proper rest. He looks down at the food Yata left for him on the table and just on a whim Fushimi takes a picture. The camera is one of those old ones that spat out a picture right away so within a couple minutes Fushimi’s got this little photo of the dinner Yata made.

He kinda smiles a bit and then just idly takes another picture, like imagine him wandering around the apartment taking random pictures of things that remind him of Yata – food Yata cooked, Yata’s skateboard by the door, Yata’s towel thrown on the floor, Yata’s hat hanging from one of the bed posts. Finally he ends up back at the couch where Yata’s still asleep and Fushimi gives an almost gentle smile as he carefully takes a picture. He sits there for a while just staring at the picture of Yata’s sleeping face, smiling a bit to himself and feeling calmer without knowing why, sliding the picture into his pocket without even realizing it (later he puts that by his desk at work, in a spot where only he can see it). Fushimi has one more picture left on the camera and he’s looking at Yata wondering what to do with it when he finds himself lying down on the couch next to Yata, feeling Yata’s breath warm on his cheeks, and he starts juggling with the camera as he tries to get a good picture of the two of them together. Yata suddenly stirs next to him and the movement makes Fushimi accidentally take the picture. Yata’s all groggy like hey what’s going on, Fushimi quickly stuffs the photo in his pocket and claims that it was nothing, the captain gave him this stupid camera but it doesn’t have any film in it. Yata just accepts that like huh, bummer it would be cool to take pictures the old fashioned way. Later Fushimi’s sitting in bed staring at the photo with a small smile on his face – a picture of him and Yata, Yata’s eyes just opening with this little sleepy smile on his face like he’s just realized Fushimi’s there and for that moment Fushimi is the only thing in the world, and Fushimi staring back at him completely transfixed by Yata’s expression. They both look almost content too, so happy to be with each other, and Fushimi finds himself putting the picture back into his pocket, making a note to get a frame for it later.

a silly, fluffy little promptis thing i whipped up for @suggestivescribe 

IT’S VERY SILLY AND FLUFFY AND IDK WHAT I’M DOING but I hope you like it, bae <333

Six hours.

They’ve only been driving six hours, before Ignis insists on stopping for the night. This might have been fine, except Noctis feels as though they’ve made zero progress throughout the day. They spent most of it searching for some dog tag for a guy named Dave. Ignis thinks of a new recipe, which turns out to be delicious, but Noctis can’t help but feel frustrated and antsy, as he lies on his back on the bed in the trailer they rented for the night.

What kind of a name is Dave, anyway?

Noctis frowns up at the ceiling, wishing Ignis would let them keep driving. But no, he says it’s “too dangerous.” Like they aren’t already in danger just being here.

A sudden flash in his eyes causes Noctis to flinch. He blinks away the spots that appear in his vision, turning to frown slightly at Prompto. His friend is leaning over the bed, and he grins, bringing up his camera to take another photo.

“I call this, ‘Noctis Brooding at Midnight.’ Pretty catchy, huh?” Prompto grins, much too bright for how late it is.

“I’m not brooding,” Noctis protests, turning over onto his side to place his back to Prompto. Normally Prompto’s sunny personality can help him feel better, but he’s too exasperated at the time he’s wasting to bask in it.

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Resting from Testing

A short scene I wrote a year ago, I wasn’t going to post it but it fits @positiveportal‘s prompt “a moment of respite”

           Chell leaned back against the wall, smiling at the core in her arms. A single tear hung from her eyelid.

           She’d seen him get crushed hours before and after losing all hope of seeing him again there he was, peeking out of the wall.

           He’d intended on poking out just along enough for Chell to know he was alive and slipping back before GLaDOS could see him; but the girl had ripped him out of the wall as soon as she saw him.

           He raised a plate half over his eye to smile back, though he was almost too worried to smile. “What if she finds out?” he whispered.

           She held up a security camera, its torn wires still sparking.

           His plates moved to look like his eyes widened.

           She tossed the camera aside and lowered him into her lap. She leaned over him to unlatch her boots and slip her feet out.

           “Are you even trying to solve this test?” a robotic voice sounded from the ceiling.

           The blue in Wheatley’s eye shrunk.

           “Or are you really lost on a simple test?”

           Chell made a face. She stretched out and got even more comfortable, as if to spite GLaDOS.

           “Fine, I’m going to build more tests, if you haven’t solved this one in an hour I’ll assume that discouragement beam took care of you and send something to dispose of the body.”

           After a long pause Wheatley barely spoke up. “Is she gone?”

           Chell nodded.

           “Right…” his voice rose a little. “Hey did I tell you how I survived?” he sounded excited. “I was just lying there right? Well there was this bird!”

           Her smile widened and she closed her eyes, her smile slowly fading as she drifted to sleep, lulled by his voice.

Jodi Arias 

Jodi Arias was born on July 9, 1980, in Salinas, California. She met Travis Alexander, a salesman for Prepaid Legal Services, at a conference in Las Vegas, Nevada. The two immediately took a liking to each other and began a sexual relationship from there, despite living many hours away from each other. Just a few months after they met, Jodi converted to Mormonism, as Travis was a devout member of the Mormon Church. On the outside, Jodi and Travis appeared to be a pure and chaste couple, but behind closed doors, it was the complete opposite; they had an intense sexual relationship they concealed from everyone.

The two allegedly had a rocky, on-off relationship, and friends of Travis would describe Jodi as an obsessive girlfriend who stalked Travis, accessing his Facebook account, and twice even slashing his tires. She allegedly threatened to kill herself whenever Travis suggested breaking up. Around the time of Travis’ death, Travis was said to have been seeing another Mormon girl, and was planning on taking her on vacation with him to Cancun, Mexico, which brought the public to believe Jodi murdered him in a fit of jealousy and rage.


On June 4, 2008, Jodi made the long drive to Mesa, Arizona, to visit Travis. Although they were not dating at the time, their sexual relationship persisted. At his house, Jodi and Travis had sex and took various erotic photos of each other with his new camera. While Travis was in the shower, Jodi continued to snap photos of him with his camera. Then, a couple seconds later, she drew a knife and began stabbing him up to 27 times in multiple areas of his body, shot him in the head, and slashed his throat, nearly decapitating him. A medical examiner noted Travis had defense wounds on his hands, indicating that he had tried to fend off the attack, and also stated that he may have been dead at the time the gunshot wound was inflicted. 

Jodi left Travis’ corpse in a crumpled heap on the shower floor, leaving it to his friends to walk upon the gruesome scene a few days later. Before leaving, Jodi tossed the camera into the washing machine. She then drove all the way to Utah to visit a guy she was seeing. According to him, there wasn’t anything strange or unusual about her demeanor that would indicate she had just murdered a man the day before.


Police found the damaged camera in the washer and managed to recover some of the deleted photos taken of Jodi and Travis on the day of his murder. Upon searching the house, they also found a bloody hand print along the wall in the bathroom hallway, containing DNA from both Jodi and Alexander.

Police took Jodi Arias in for questioning, where she denied ever being in Mesa on that day. After being informed about the photos police found on his camera, she later changed her story and told them that two intruders had broke into his home, murdering him and attacking her. 

Roughly a month after the murder, Jodi was indicted by a grand jury for the first-degree murder of Travis Alexander. On July 15, 2008, Jodi was arrested at her home. Since then, she had participated in many jail interviews where she maintains her innocence, asserting that no jury would ever convict her because she’s innocent.


Jodi’s trial commenced on January 2, 2013. In the opening arguments, prosecutor Juan Martinez sought the death penalty. By this time, Jodi had changed her story for the third time, now claiming that the murder was in an act of self-defense after Travis had attacked her for accidentally dropping and damaging his new camera. Jodi took the stand in her own defense on February 4, 2013, testifying for a total of 18 days. She claimed that during their on-off relationship, she was subjected to a lot of emotional and physical abuse at the hands of Travis. During the trial, many of their exchanged text messages and recorded phone sex calls were played. Jodi was asked to go in detail about their sexual relationship, where it was discovered that they exclusively did anal and oral sex, because it was to Travis’ understanding that only vaginal sex was forbidden in the Mormon religion before marriage.

On May 8, 2013, after approximately 15 hours of deliberation, Jodi was found guilty of first-degree murder of Travis Alexander. 

The court now entered the aggravation phase, where it was to be determined if Jodi should be eligible for the death penalty. After the prosecutor presented crime scene photos of Travis’ corpse, then paused for two minutes of silence to illustrate how long he said it took for him to die in Jodi’s hands, the jury decided that Jodi be eligible for the death penalty. On May 23, the sentencing phase of Jodi resulted in a hung jury, which prompted the judge to declare a mistrial for that phase.

In October of 2014, Jodi’s sentencing retrial began with a brand new jury. It took about five months for the jury to sentence Jodi Arias to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. Jodi is currently serving her life sentence at  the Arizona State Prison Complex—Perryville.

Photograph (Dylan Klebold)

Ahh so this is my first imagine on this blog, I really hope you guys like it. Leave me more suggestions in my ask box or requests for other imagines!

The shutter closed over the lens of the camera, a sharp snap emitting from the device. She pulled her face back, looking over the top of the camera at the tall, blonde boy who was standing, zeroing the scope of his gun onto a tree. She smiled to herself slightly as she watched him, and she whistled to catch his attention.

“These are going to come out really nice, Dyl.” She called to him once he looked over, and he smiled back at her, letting his right hand go from the gun as he rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

“I forgot you were even taking pictures.” He admitted to her, chuckling and looking down at his boots. She waved her hand at him, as if to tell him to keep going and he nodded, picking his gun back up. Eric walked over, standing himself next to Y/N and watching Dylan as well, then looked over at her.

“What’s this for?” He finally questioned, causing Y/N to lower her camera so that she could look over at him.

“I have to take photos for my photography class. This roll of film only has 24 photos on it so we’re almost done.” She explained, looking at the counter on the top of the automatic camera that she held between her palms. Eric watched her curiously, and then bumped her with his shoulder, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Why did you choose Dylan as your model, hmm?” He asked, his tone playful. Y/N’s cheeks turned bright red and she looked down at the counter on her camera again, shaking her head at him. It was obvious to everyone except maybe Dylan that Y/N had feelings for Dylan, but she was by far too shy to say anything to him about. A loud bang went off, causing Y/N to jump, not expecting the gun fire, and she whipped her head over to look at Dylan who smiled back at her sheepishly.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to actually pull the trigger.” He announced, causing her to giggle. Y/N shook her head, pulling the camera back up to her eye, snapping another picture quickly before he could look away, a smile on his face when she took the picture. She could hear him groan, but the film was already wrapping itself back into the roll, and she dropped the camera, the strap keeping it from falling to the ground, but instead gently hitting her in the stomach.

“Can we go get food now?” Eric asked, causing the two others to laugh. Y/N turned, walking back towards Dylan’s car and tossing her camera in the back seat.

“Only if I get to sit shotgun.” She announced, slipping her way into the front seat.

The rest of the day went on just like it normally would for them. Really shitty jokes that weren’t funny but would get a giggle out of Y/N, eating way too much food at Blackjacks, and smoking enough cigarettes to make any normal person puke. Dylan turned a corner sharply, causing Y/N’s shoulder to lightly hit the window. She rubbed it gently as Dylan’s car pulled into the drive way and he looked at her with concern.

“Are you alright?” He asked as Eric slipped out of the backseat and closed the door, waiting for the other two to do the same. Y/N nodded her head and opened the door, smiling at Dylan reassuringly and stepping out of the car. His house always felt more like home to her than her own, but she never had the nerve to say anything like that to Dylan.

When they walked into his bedroom, she instantly felt more calm as she sat on the end of his bed. The boys sat on the floor on either side of her, starting up the old Atari that Dylan’s father had given him at some point. She loved days like this, when they could all just sit around and hang out, but again, she couldn’t say this to them. She was too shy.

Absent mindedly, Y/N’s eyes scanned the room until they landed on an old polaroid camera that sat on top of Dylan’s dresser. Her eyes instantly lit up and she crawled off his bed, walking towards it. Dylan looked up when she stood and watched her curiously, a smile spreading across his lips as he watched her.

“I forgot to tell you, I found that at a goodwill and I thought about you.” Dylan told her, rubbing the back of his neck again. “I went and got some polaroid film too and loaded it in there, so you could take some pictures if you wanted to.” He added quickly, looking up at her as she excitedly picked up the camera and looked it over, her fingers touching it delicately.

Eric yawned, stretching his arms out and standing up, looking at the two. “I gotta go guys, it’s getting late and I don’t wanna miss dinner again, my mom will flip her shit.” He told them before turning and walking towards Dylan’s door to leave. Y/N called out a farewell, still looking over the camera happily, not caring that it was old and had visible scratches on it. It was more for her to love. Dylan looked up and waved, his nerves suddenly hitting him that he would now be alone with Y/N.

“Bye, Reb. Drive safe.” Dylan called and Eric looked over his shoulder at him and grinned.

“I’ll be fine, man.” He responded, closing the door behind him.

Dylan rubbed his hands together nervously, his eyes flicking over as Y/N slid onto the floor next to him and leaned against his arm, a small smile on her lips.

“This is awesome, Dyl.” She told him, looking up with a large grin on her face. His eyes scanned her face, looking for some sign that she was being sarcastic. Once he couldn’t find anything, he smiled back and felt a small blush on his cheeks.

“I was hoping you would think so. I remembered that you said something once about how you wanted to find one like this, and when I saw it I knew it would probably be gone once I told you where it was.” He explained to her, rubbing the back of his neck again. Her eyes flickered up to his, slightly widened. She had forgotten that she ever even told him about how she had wanted one.

Y/N looked up at him again, a large grin on her face. “Let me take a picture of you.” She demanded, scooting away from him and holding the camera up. Dylan fake groaned, smiling at her slightly, waiting for her to snap the picture. The shutter closed and a smile spread over her lips, and she pulled the camera down, watching as the picture came out of the camera. She crawled back towards Dylan, pulling the picture out and shaking it so that the picture would show up.

“I’m so excited!” She squealed, looking up at him with a toothy grin. Dylan chuckled and looked at her through his lashes, his breath catching in his throat as she got closer to him. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as she leaned in closer, her lips not an inch from his own. Her eyes met with his and his face turned more red by the second as her lashes batted at him.

“Kiss me.” She said in a hushed voice, closing her eyes. Dylan sat there for a moment, not sure what to do, his heart pounding in his chest, but he did. He leaned forward, lips pressing to hers hesitantly, but as soon as they were, his hand reached for her neck to deepen the kiss. Y/N smiled as he did this, the photograph of a smiling Dylan finally developed in her hand.

Where Are We Even Going?

“How do people do that?”

“Hm?” Benny looks up from his glass and tries to follow Usnavi’s gaze, but it’s difficult in the crowded and sporadically lit space. “Do what?”

That,” Usnavi says impatiently, raising his voice above the music and gesturing emphatically down the bar towards – oh. A couple. This is gonna be one of those conversations. “She just walked right up to that guy and bought him a drink! Look – look, now they’re gonna dance! How do people do that!?”

Benny sighs. Truthfully, he and Usnavi shouldn’t even be here – they’re both a little too tired, and have a little too much work to do tomorrow. They’re not dancing and they’re not drinking – not really drinking – and he wonders how much longer they’re both going to pretend this is a good way to spend their evening. “You go up to someone,” he explains, leaning closer so he doesn’t have to shout, “and you say ‘hey, you’re cute, wanna dance?’”

Usnavi actually flinches. “And after the drink gets thrown in your face?”

“What about what I just said gets a drink thrown in my face?”

“Not your face, maybe,” Usnavi says, still too loud, and, okay, maybe he’s been drinking slightly more than Benny has. “But that’d never work for me! I mean, I mean it’d probably work on me, but not – I could never pull that off, y'know? One does not simply walk up to strangers in bars.”

Benny grins. “One does if one wants to dance. It’s not that hard, seriously.”

“Oh, sure, it’s easy for you.” Usnavi waves a hand dismissively. “You’re hot.”

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(Requested by Anon)

It was a bad idea starting the picture war with Emmett. Not only did it make you completely paranoid the burly vampire was going to pop up somewhere unexpected 99% of the time but also who starts a picture war with a vampire where the main objective is to catch each other off guard? Seriously you didn’t think that through because you’d learnt lately that it is pretty much impossible to catch a vampire off guard. 

While Emmett could sneak up on you practically anywhere you had to be a bit more sneaky. Like planting a camera in his locker set to go off when he opens it. This picture war had really only led to you committing a breaking and entering crime, which, thank god, Charlie had not found out about. That would be an awkward lecture.

However roughly a week ago you’d got Emmett and you’d got him real good. Enlisting the help of his brothers you’d had Edward get you up on skype while they were hunting and Jasper take a picture, flash included, right as Emmett was taking down a bear. It was the most hilarious one you’d caught yet, definitely your favourite. 

You’d expected some sort of retribution, Emmett didn’t usually wait long to get you back or you’d expected him to at least make a jab about it being against the rules considering it wasn’t you holding the camera and yet, nothing. Zilch. Emmett hadn’t tried to get you back once. 

You sat contemplating this as you and Bella watched the Cullen’s play baseball, probably not the best idea after the last game but you watched anyway. Watching the baseball game only made you completely sure of one thing, Emmett was super competitive. So why hadn’t he tried to get you back?

You watched him score a home run and Bella declare him in, a large smile sweeping its way across your face as he grinned large enough to show his dimples. There was something effortless about you and Emmett. You weren’t broody and complicated like Bella and Edward. Looking down as you were pulling up a clump of grass you contemplated exactly what was different. You were more fun for one, you just…sort of were. It wasn’t like it was for Edward and Bella who seemed to struggle being together, you and Emmett just fit. 

Then again you and Emmett were just friends so maybe that’s where the differences lay. Oh sure you were head over heels for Emmett but you were pretty sure only Jasper knew and he didn’t seem to have betrayed those feelings. Maybe that’s why it was so easy? Because to Emmett you were just his best friend? 

So caught up in your thoughts you didn’t see it happening until it did. One minute you were tearing out grass and contemplating relationships a look of full concentration on your face, the next Emmett had pounced, pushing you backwards, (quite gently for the someone so strong), so you lay on the grass as he covered his body with yours and kissed you full on the mouth. 

You were so shocked you didn’t even respond, he didn’t give you chance, pulling back quickly a blinding flash appearing in your peripheral vision. 

“Bet that’s a good one.” Large grin still firmly in place, body still flush against yours as he supported himself on one humongous forearm by your side, Emmett looked at the picture and began chuckling to himself. The rumbles in his chest sending vibrations throughout your entire body. “Yeah, I think that’s the best so far don’t you?” He asked flipping the camera around so you could see. 

Your hair was splayed out behind you looking like a mermaids hair floating in water, Emmett was grinning as he pulled back, your deep (e/c) eyes were wide open in shock and there was a comical ‘o’ shape to your plump lips. 

Reaching up gently you prised the camera from his fingers with the one hand, getting it situated just right. “No, I don’t.” With the other hand you yanked him down by the front of his shirt and planted a large kiss of your own on his soft lips, pulling back and clicking the camera just at the right time. “I think this one is.” You flipped the phone around to show him the picture, which was pretty much the same as his although the expressions were reversed. “Don’t you?”

A growl rumbled deep in Emmett’s chest as he took the camera and tossed it to one side before cupping your face in his hand. “I think we need to do that again.” Swooping down his lips connected passionately with yours, your eyes fluttered shut as you ran a hand up his broad chest and tangled it in his soft, curly hair. The deep down earth smell combined with leather that was so fully Emmett flooded your nostrils as the arm that was supporting him above you shifted and his hand began caressing your side leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your other hand reached up around his back seemingly of its own accord and grasped his granite shoulder roughly, almost desperately. There was silence in the clearing. All sounds of the baseball game had faded out to nothing and you lost all sense of time whilst his smooth lips, pressed desperately to yours. Somehow your legs had become entwined but you had no recollection of that happening. Eventually you pulled back both breathing heavily although for Emmett that was technically unnecessary. 

“You know, if you wanted to kiss me Em, you coulda just asked.” You mumbled, voice coming in soft pants of air. 

“Well Babe, there’s always next time.” He shot back with a wink, breathing deeply but rapidly. 

You cocked an eyebrow, your gaze fixed on his honey pools. “Next time?”

“Yeah, next time.” His grin faded a little. “I mean unless- unless you don’t want…”

“Oh I want to.” You assured him practically glowing. “Now where’s that camera? You better not have broken it, it has my new favourite pictures on.” 

“Home remedies” - h.s. Part 3

Part 1 / Part 2



“Y/N, you’ve got to help me.”

You had gotten to work barely five minutes ago before Tilly was running up to you with a camera in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other - neither of which ended up being for you. 

Tilly was a smart girl. She was from New York, a uni student, and was working part time helping the photographers to get money for college. She was shy, but extremely talented, and you knew that she was going to make a great photographer one day when she finally stepped up and took the opportunities she kept shying away from. You’d taken her under your wing since she’d gotten to Ellis & Co. so she’d almost become somewhat of your apprentice.

“Please tell me it has nothing to do with spilled coffee on a camera,” you chuckled, tossing your coat on the back of your chair and checking the memos that had been posted to your desk. 

Tilly looked at you for a moment before quickly shaking her head, “Oh no. It has nothing to do with that. I’ve been up for what feels like four straight days. You know with finals and work and all. I’ve been busy. Been drinking lots of coffee.”

“I can tell.” You slowly eased the mug from Tilly’s hand as she gave you a nervous smile. “What’s up?”

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Smile For The Camera || Elesa & Jack

Alola’s radiant sun glinted off the metal plating of the camera as it flashed. Elesa sent the camera man another dazzling smile while she posed and winked at the camera.

She was currently finishing up a photoshoot in Alola, the designer of the summer fashion line had requested she take the shots in Hau’oli city with a beachy backdrop. She posed again, ignoring the sting of the shoes. They had been a two sizes too small, but without any spares she persisted she wear them anyways. The staff had been nervous to allow her, but many of them knew that she was not one to relent. After all, a model’s job is to show off the product is it not? Models are chosen to make their product shine, not just themselves.

“Alright Elesa, take a water break. It seems like your partner model hasn’t arrived yet…We don’t have much time though.”
 The photographer sighed, rubbing nervous sweat off his temple. Seeing him in such distress, Elesa couldn’t help but search her mind for a solution. Suddenly a proverbial light bulb when off in her head and she smacked a fist in the palm of another hand, exclaiming loudly. “I know! We’ve gathered a crowd here, why don’t we just find someone who fits the image like- hmmm…” She pivoted on the ball of her feet and faced the crowd, observing the confused fans and curious passersby.

Then she spotted them. Their hair, their eyes, their posture. Perfect!

Breezing past the security guards, she elegantly waltzed into the crowd, giggling when they parted around her and watched in awe. She trained her dazzling blue eyes on the individual paired with her famous mega-watt smile and gently grabbed their hand. A lovely chuckle escaped her when they let her drag them after her. 

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help notice you in the crowd! I’m in the need of a partner model and you seemed so perfect!” She paused and looked back at them as she gently continued to lead them to the set, giving them her best lillipup eyes. 

“It’d mean the world to me if you could help me out?” 

Hit Or Miss

“Are you ready for this?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I was born ready.” Joe replied, nodding towards the camera.

“I don’t think you’re ready for this.” She sighed, but also turned towards the camera. “Hello everybody, and welcome back! Today I am joined by the one, the only, the Joe Sugg!”

“Hello!” He smiled and waved to the camera.

“Many of you may already know him, I’ve managed to coerce him into helping me with any manly products I receive.”

“All part of being your best friend.”

“Damn right.” Y/N smirked. “But today, we’re doing things a little different. Now, look at Joe. He’s not ugly.”

“Cheers.” Joe rolled his eyes.

“That was a compliment, Sugg. Take it.” She glared softly at him. “And he obviously catches the attention of girls as we walk down the street. But what about if I styled him and enhanced him with a little bit of make up?”

“Make up?”

Ignoring him, Y/N continued. “I’ll be going through Joe’s hair products and clothes, helping to make him better than what he looks like now. And then we’ll take to the street to see if any girls, or guys, hit on him. And if so, how many.”

“You never said anything about make up.”

“Are you still stuck on that? It won’t be much. Just enough to enhance your features.”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too. Now, let the transformation begin!”

An hour later and the two were making their way out the door. Deciding to do the reveal in a nearby park, they walked the short distance over there, Joe grumbling about the use of make up the whole way.

“And here we have the new and improved Joe Sugg. Give the camera a little spin!” Y/N instructed him, twirling her finger from behind the camera.

Rolling his eyes, he did as requested.

“I had to dig around in his closet, but I finally found a shirt that wasn’t white. You are welcome ladies and gents. I’ve kept his hair in basically the same fashion as he usually has it, because it really does suit him. And no matter what he says, I’ve used the bare minimum of make up on his, just enough to make those gorgeous baby blues pop.”

“It’s weird having you describe me like I’m not here.” Joe pulled a face, looking at Y/N behind the camera.

“I’m just telling the viewers what they want to hear. Now, I’ve also put a mic on Joe, so we can pick up audio. I’ll be nearby filming, hopefully catching some people hitting on him.” She explains as he shifts on his feet.

“Hopefully? Wow, really giving me a confidence boost, Y/N.”

“You don’t need any more confidence. Go forth, and draw in the attention of all the pretty ladies and men!” She shooed him away, moving to sit on a bench nearby to film him.

At first, no one really approached Joe, and Y/N began to doubt their location choice. It was a nice day, and there were plenty of young people milling about, enjoying the last little bit of sunshine, but it seemed no one wanted to approach him.

Until it began.

After about an hour had passed, Y/N gestured for Joe to come over and join her, giggling to herself as he finished up talking with one very attentive woman.

“Jeez, she couldn’t keep her bloody hands off of me!” He shook his head as he took a seat beside Y/N on the bench.

“Was she wanting to introduce you to her daughter, or take you home for herself?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

Y/N flipped her camera around to face herself and Joe, “Well folks, there you have it. Joe Sugg can get people to hit on him, he just needed a little help from his best friend.”

“Ha. Ha. You are sooo funny. And for your information, I got three different girls numbers today.”

“And I saw a few guys flirting with you as well.”

“What can I say, everybody wants a piece of me.” Joe smirked to the camera, wiggling his eyebrows.

“That’s it for this week. I hope you enjoyed the video. Let me know in the comments below if you would hit on Joe, or if you wouldn’t. Thank you for watching, and I’ll see all you beautiful people next week! Bye!” Y/N closed out the video before she turned her camera off, tossing it into her purse. “Ready to go? I’m starving.”

“Want pizza, one of the girls recommended a place nearby. I can call her and ask for directions, I did get her number after all.”

“You are hopeless.” She shook her head and stood, starting to walk down the path.

“You’re just jealous!” Joe called after her, standing and following in her steps.

“Of what, you?” Y/N looked over at him as he caught up beside her. “Please. I made you what you are.”

“You wound me.”

“Deal with it. I’m your best friend. It’s in the contract.”

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                    Mark   shoves   the metal door open,   sliding   it into the wall with   more   force   then he needed to. It   slams   against the wall with a   ‘ bang ‘,   the noise   resounding   off the walls of the loft, making the noise   louder   then it   originally   was;; though he doesn’t   cringe   like he would if Roger did the same thing, which he did   many   times when he was in a   less   then   agreeable   mood.  In fact, he gave a   satisfied   smirk   at the noise, feeling it   accurately   represented   the frustration he was feeling right now. He   props   his bike against the wall,   shrugging   out of his coat beofore  tossing   his camera bag down on the couch. Stupid Alexi,   treating   him like he was some kind of   lap   dog   she could   tug   around   as she pleased,   whenever    she pleased:: he was a   person,   not one of her   performing   monkeys   who would kiss the ground she   walked   on for a job, or for some   recognition. { Mark may have   sold   out   to get the job, but he would   never   continue   the act to keep it. } Just   thinking   of her makes his   blood   boil, he would   kick   the wall if he   knew   he wouldn’t hurt his foot. { he has had   experience   with this, since once he   did   kick the wall and almost ended up in the   ER. }

                    His   morose   musings   are   interuppted   by a knock at the door:: not a   heavy,   loud   one like Collins, or a   quick   rapping   of the knuckles like Maureen:: it’s   weaker,   quieter.   In fact if he hadn’t been   listening   closely   he would have missed it   entirely. Eyebrows   furrowing   into the   concerned   visage   he wears   24 / 7, he makes his way to the door,   skidding   it across the   scuffed  up   floor to reveal the perrson on the other side. His eyes   widen   with horror when he   catches   a glimpse of who knocked:: Evan, && he was in   horrible   shape. Now, Mark had been   mugged   many times since he   moved   to the city, but he was somewhat   immune   to it:: Evan, not so much. Mark’s eyes   linger   on the boy, taking account for all the injuries, the   concern   rising within him as he takes in each   bruise,   each   cut,   each   abbrasion

                               “ Evan, what… what happened to you? Come in, come in. “

                    He   wraps   a   comforting   ar around his shoulder,   gently   guiding   him into the loft. He   settles   the young man down on the sofa, going to   fetch   the first aid kit.

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