can i apologise in advance

Ch 26/? - The Golden Age That Never Was (RotG/Blackice)

Title: The Golden Age That Never Was (26/?)

Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Jack Frost/Pitch Black (or if you want to get tetchily specific - Jack Overland who becomes Jack Frost with Kozmotis Pitchiner who becomes elements of Pitch Black…..)
Characters: Jack Frost, Kozmotis Pitchiner/Pitch Black, E. Aster Bunnymund, Sanderson Mansnoozie, Toothiana, Nicholas St. North, Jamie Bennett, Seraphina Pitchiner, The Man in the Moon, Tsar Lunanoff, Tsarina Lunanoff, Cupcake.
Warnings/Tags: Hurt/comfort, Whump, Angst, Book & Movie Combination, Friendship, Minor Character Death, Slow burn, Abuse of Power/Authority, Dysfunctional Relationships, Power Play, Corporal Punishment, Adventure, Space Opera (kiiiind of), Golden Age, D/s, Initiation, Kink, Injury, Grief, AU, apologies to canon enthusiasts and people who love authentic representations of space. (Please see AO3 for more tags).                  

Summary: Soldier in training Jack Overland is approaching the day of his initiation, finally he’ll learn how to fight back against the living darkness and serve the Tsar and Tsarina Lunanoff. More importantly, maybe it will get him closer to Royal Admiral Kozmotis Pitchiner, Jack’s hero, champion of the people. If only anything ever worked out the way it should.

The Golden Age that Never Was - Chapter 26 - A Heart in a Tower of Stone

In which Jack and Pitch are a mess, Seraphina is a stern teacher, we finally found out what happened to Fyodor, and that might help everyone understand Pitch a bit better. It certainly helps Jack.

Septiishu cuteness :3

Watching yesterday’s video of Jack and Wiishu inspired me to write this fluffy little ‘mini-fic’ - if you can even call it that xD I apologise in advance if I missed any typos, and I may or may not have broken the 4th wall at one point… :p this is my first time posting any kind of fic so… please be gentle with me :3 Hope you enjoy the cuteness ^-^ 

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Okay so just a little life update! This is kinda rambley and I’m on mobile so I can’t do a read more so I apologise in advance lol

Sorry for being inactive recently. I’ve been suuuuper busy atm, I’ve been trying to upload 2 videos a week to YouTube but I’ve had to drop it back to 1 for the time being. I’ve been working 3 days a week and going to class 2 days a week and filming + editing + general housework + classwork is taking up all my spare time. Also I’m moving house in a month so that’s super exciting but also v stressful. That’s the main reason I’m going back to 2 vids/week, bc I need to pack and clean and go to house inspections and stuff on my days off.

I currently live in a 2 bedroom duplex and it’s super tiny and the spare room is both my filming room and Clint’s office and it’s barely big enough to fit a bed in so it’s cramped. We’re looking at getting a 3 bedroom house so we’re not sharing a wall with anyone else and so that me and clint can have our separate hobby areas. Also hopefully we’ll have a bigger kitchen bc we both love cooking but it’s just stressful in our tiny kitchen. (And hopefully it has a fully fenced yard so we can eventually get a dog!!)

Also I’m 2 months away from finishing my makeup course! I just want it to be over at this point, I’m over how much money I spent on it considering how dodgy it is. But at the same time it’ll be great to be qualified at the end of it. I’m stressing out though bc I have to move so close to the end of the course. But I finish on a Tuesday and then that Sunday is my birthday so I’ll get a good chance to celebrate!

I also have a bride booked at the end of May! It’s just a family friend of clint’s and I have to travel back to the coast for it but it’s a paid job and I’m getting paid for a trial and Clint’s mum is also paying me to do her makeup on the day too.

Also as a result of being so busy my anxiety hasn’t been the best. It actually kept me up the other night bc I felt like I couldn’t breathe which hasn’t happened since I was in uni. I’ve had to fight off anxiety attacks in class too. But idk I’m managing it okay. Even when I’m not okay I know I WILL be okay soon so I don’t panic too much. Still sucks tho

Oh and also I’m not being quite as strict with not eating meat, I’ve had chicken a couple times in the past few weeks but at the same time i’m keeping the majority of my diet plant-based, I’d say about ¾ of my diet is vegan atm. Once I move into my new house and finish my course I’m gonna try and go vegan for a month to see how I go. I don’t think I’ll ever be 100% strict on being vegan or even vegetarian but I think trying it for a month will help me to not snack on dairy and cakes regularly.

Alright this has been ridiculously long so if you read all of that then well done lmao. Hopefully I can become more active again soon once my life stops being so busy!

I apologise in advance that I got super carried away, but writing this was just so much fun! So, thank you so much for asking, @dbundles42!

After the last archduke died without a legitimate heir, the fairy realm fell into a chaos. When the noble families failed to agree upon the successor, the power and the title was seized by the duke that had the largest armed forces. Not all the families were happy about it, and now the realm has been on a brink of a civil war for almost a century.

The count of a little county on the eastern border of the realm discovers a young fairy woman in the company of the public enemy number one — the greatest threat to the legitimacy of the current archduke. How has he escaped prison, and who is the woman, who has clearly been awoken from a human not long ago, with him?

Once the count finds out that the woman has not only come from another world, but also belongs to two noble families, one of which is the archduke’s, he cannot help but wonder how could he use the woman to his own gain. Can he surpass his father, the duke, and go straight to the archduke with the knowledge he now has?

Allegiances shift and the tension grows more volatile than ever when the woman ends up becoming a pawn in a political game that has been going on for centuries between the now seven noble families. She has to learn to play before the game devours her. And what have the Waiters of the Lords of the Mountains got to do with her?

Yeah, I admit, I got more than super carried away, but writing this summary-blurb-thingy helped me to realise and pinpoint what I really want to write about: politics. And not politics as in some kind of an allegory about the current events of our world, but politics as they exists in the world I have created. 

Now I just need to write the story to mach this description, because I don’t think “the tension grows more volatile than ever” in the first draft of this book (which I btw wrote for 2015 NaNoWriMo). 

Quoting myself, the first sign or me becoming a pompous ass, I love it. 

Now that I think of it, using the word “game” makes my book sound a lot like A Game of Thrones, but I promise you, it is everything like GoT. Just kidding, hopefully… 

tl;dr: Fragile peace of a fairy realm is shaken by a discovery of a fairy, who becomes a new pawn in a political game that has been going on for centuries. 

Never Again (M)

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Words: 1,565

Genre: Smut

A/N: This was my first time writing smut. I CAN’T IT’S SO CRINGY OH GOD I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

The day spent at your sister’s wedding was nearly over. You, along with the bride and groom and close friends and family, had to stay behind later than everyone else. So watched with spiteful looks as the guests left the restaurant, congratulating the newlyweds on their way out.

You checked your phone in your purse once again, seeing that it 12:43 am and had only changed a minute since the last time you checked. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you took another sip of your water, waiting for the sign to finally leave.

It was pretty depressing actually, watching your younger sister pick a man to spend the rest of her life with while you watched from the sidelines, avoiding as much males as you could. The reason behind your tragic love life rested on the man you once called yours, although you two never dated, you couldn’t find a guy who was like him so you eventually gave up. His name was Namjoon.

Speak of the devil.

“You must be dying to go home.” A deep familiar voice called out beside you, making a shiver of excitement run up your spine as you turned to the owner of the voice.

Here was the backstory. Three years ago, Namjoon and you were… Fuck buddies, to put it in a light term. But the more time you two spent together, the more deeper your feelings got for each other, until you both decided that it was best to split paths and move on with your lives. So you broke off all contacts and went on your separate ways. But that was three years ago.

“Namjoon! What’re you doing here?” You asked, a genuinely surprised tone in your voice as you spoke. A part of you was ecstatic to see him again, but the other part was something you couldn’t put your finger on.

“My friend, Jimin.” He says simply, pointing to the groom, you now knew as Jimin. “What about you.” He asked back looking at you. “My sister.” You replied, as you looked at the pair still standing in front of each other, their gazes locked with each others. You felt yourself smile as you watched them, but that smile quickly dropped into it’s original position when you felt a warm breath hit your ear.

“I missed you, Y/N.” He whispered huskily, making you your stomach twist into a tight knot, while he rested a hand on the fabric of your dress on top of your upper thigh. You then knew what the other part was feeling, a mixture of lust and desire, which only grew stronger as you felt his soft lips hit the skin on your jawline.

“Alright you guys can go now.” Your mum called out, and you were quick to grab Namjoon’s wrist as you stood up and pulled him outside, confused looks followed the two of you, but the both of you ignored them, wanting to quickly go somewhere to finish what he had barely started.

“My apartment or yours?” You asked, quickly calling a taxi, only for one to stop in front of you seconds later.

“Yours, mine’s a bit messy right now.” He says, walking towards the taxi and opening the door for you. You happily obliged and climbed in, giving the driver your address while he followed in behind you.

As soon as the driver began driving, Namjoon’s lips found their way to your neck, attacking your sensitive skin with rough kisses as gentle bites.

You bit down on your lip, trying your hardest to suppress a moan and make things even awkwarder for the driver, who surely knew what was going on in the backseat.
Soon you arrived in front of your complex, Namjoon throwing some bills to the driver as you both climbed out. His lips instantly met up with yours, impatiently, as you both fumbled up the stairs up to your room, trying your hardest not to make any sound to disturb the neighbours.

You broke the kiss for a quick second as you unlocked the door and you both stumbled in, quickly regaining your balance as he shut the behind you, and backed you up against the wooden frame, his lips attaching themselves to yours once again.

You moaned into the kiss as your fingers travelled up to his light brown hair and tangled themselves in between the strands.

His lips broke apart from yours, making you whine softly at the loss as a small chuckle escaped his lips. “Y/N-“ He starts, before you cut him off, “Don’t stop now, Namjoon.” Having a feeling you knew what he was going to say, so you cupped your hand behind his neck, pulling him closer as your lips met again.

He gave in to the kiss almost instantly, and before you knew it, his lips were trailing kisses down your neck before stopping on your collar bone, where he began sucking on the delicate skin. “Actually, I was going to say, I want you to ride my thigh.” He whispered, not giving you a chance to say anything before thigh made its way between your legs, stopping right underneath your heat.

You weren’t given the chance to process his words, before his hands grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto his thigh, moving your hips so that your clit was grinding against the hard muscle.

Namjoon’s lips on your neck and the friction between your panties and his pants were sending you over the edge quicker than you imagined. You began picking up your pace and soon the tight knot in your stomach signalled you close orgasm, “Namjoon. I need to-“ “Go for it.” He cuts you off. And that was all you needed before you clenched your eyes shut and released your heat on top of him.

Slowly, your grinding slowed to a stop, and Namjoon’s lips detached themselves for you neck, looking into your eyes as he waited for you to come down from your high. After a few seconds, you opened your eyes and stared into his browner ones. They were filled with lust and with each second you stared into them, you could feel yourself being pulled closer to him.

His lips met your halfway, and this time the kiss was less rougher and more passionate than before. His leg, levitating between your legs, slowly made its way back to the ground as his hands travelled over to your butt, squeezing it slightly as a way to make you jump, which worked as he quickly wrapped his arms around your body and your legs wrapping around just above his hip.

He then made his way over to your room, settling you down on your your bed while he hovered above you.

The kiss between the two of you never parted or lost the feeling of passion until you were both on the bed. His hands made its way behind your back, unzipping the zip before pulling the dress down, leaving you in your matching bra and soaking panties. He pressed his fingers against your clit, making you hiss at the roughness, “Namjoon, stop teasing.” You breathed out, earning a small chuckle to escape his lips. In swift motion, he pulled your panties down and dropping it beside the bed before unhooking your bra and disregarding it along with your panties.

“So beautiful. You haven’t changed one bit.” He sighed, as he examined you body from head to toe. He quickly stripped out of his clothes before grabbing a condom from the pocket in his jacket, ripping the foil of before sliding it down his hardened member.

He returned to his original position on top of you, lining himself against your entrance before pushing himself in fully.

You grunted at the feeling of his length filling you perfectly, you quickly adjusted to his length, surprised that it didn’t take long considering the fact that you two’d been away for 3 years.

You nodded at him and he immediately pulled back before slamming himself back into you, repeating his actions while your fingernails raked down his bare back, leaving red lines in its trail. Moans and curses were spilling out of your mouth as he continued pounding into you.

He caught your lips in his as his pace never stopped and you soon found yourself on the verge of your second orgasm. You began clenching your walls around him, making him groan into your mouth at the new friction you’d given him.

“Fuck.. You’re so tight.” He moaned against your lips, “I’m not gonna last long.” He finishes, biting down on your lip.

You nod in reply, not trusting your voice in that moment. “Come for me, Y/N” He moaned, bringing his hand down to rub at your clit, encouraging your orgasm.

The way your name rolled off his tongue was enough for your walls to come crashing down once again, as you clenched harder around him, your orgasm being released around him. His orgasm followed a few seconds after yours. He continued grinding his hips against yours, to ride out both of your highs before he collapsed on top of you. A minute later, after the two of you regained your breath, he lifted his head to look at you. “Don’t ask me to leave you again. Please.”

You smiled, whispering your reply.

“Never again.”

Even though I only joined Tumblr this year (which means this is also my first follow forever, yay + I am yet to discover more blogs?? lol), I wanted to give a shoutout to all the amazing blogs I follow (I apologise in advance if I miss anyone). Can’t believe it’s Christmas tomorrow + the year is coming to an end, which means my senior year is coming up oh god rip me. Thanks to all of you for putting up with my awkwardness and my random questions about editing because i’m a noob + you can tell from that GIF i’m sorry i only had youtube. SO anyways, Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!! Bring on 2016. 

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@r-o-b-b-i-e-k-a-y @sexualthorientation @sirxusblack @spaeknow @starksren @stormbornes @storykay @suicsquad @sylarclaus @taylocked @taylorswift @thomasangester @thominho @thrandiul @tothisickbeat @twentytaystitches

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+ a shoutout to all my side-blogs and their members: 

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Fic: The One Where Chloe and Stacie Hook Up [1/?]

Pairing: Chloe Beale/Stacie Conrad

Rating: Eventual M-ish.

Disclaimer: Characters don’t belong to me.

Words: 1,584

A/N: Um. So. Yeah. Blame bechloe88, emilyjunklegacy, brittany-snodes, and this anon. And sure, why not blame my inability to ignore a crackship too while you’re at it, as well as a need to please insane people who scream at me in my ask. 

The first time it happens, it’s Thirsty Tuesday at the Treble house – or Triple Treble night, as Bumper insists on calling it – and Stacie decides that spin the bottle is something that has to be played. Immediately. Aubrey pitches a fit because “fraternizing with the enemy!” but Chloe takes her by the hand and flashes her biggest, brightest bambi eyes. And Aubrey is just as susceptible to them as everyone else, but because she’s imbibed more than one glass of cheap chardonnay, Chloe’s manipulations are extra affective and she actually giggles when Chloe tugs her over to where the motley crew of a cappella starlets are forming a circle on the floor. Everyone has a drink in their hand and they’re all wearing various expressions that range from dubious – Beca – to excited – Stacie.

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Brett was sweating something furious, and when he glanced over at the person standing by him, he raised one single eyebrow. “Were you after the machine, or were you hoping i’d work on you next? Not that i’m complaining much either way, babe.”

Nate Maloley Imagine - Panic At Childbirth

supermiraclemurphy Request: can u do an nate imagine: y/n is giving birth and then the baby comes out fine but y/n isint breathing and nate gets worried after 5 mins y/n starts beathing again and everything is fine

Hope you liked it, I tried my best😁

Contains swear words (cuss/curse words) and a situation that some people can find upsetting - for those, I apologise in advance.

– (Nate’s POV) –

“Come on Y/N you can do it! I can see the head!” The midwife announces, the water from my eyes falls as my sweaty wife goes through torture.

She squeezes my hand, it goes purple but I don’t care - she’s giving birth to my baby boy or girl. We kept the sex a surprise and kept the baby’s room neutral colours for either sex.

“Baby come on, you can do it.” I urge her, placing my free hand on her forehead to wipe the sweat away, knowing how much it irritates her.

A few minutes later the midwife announces one more push, I resist the urge to jump up and down for joy and stay by Y/N’s side with her hand suffocating mine. “Y/N I’m so proud of you, come on, one push and it’ll all be over.” I smile, kissing her hand as she gives one last push as ordered.

The screams and cries erupt from the tiny baby laying between Y/N’s spread legs. “Congratulations it’s a baby boy!” The nurse smiles, placing our baby in Y/N’s arms. I smile brightly, crying whilst admiring my beautiful baby boy.

“Well done baby, I knew you could do it.” I whisper in her ear before kissing her sweaty forehead. The cord is cut and our baby is wrapped up in a blanket for the time being.

“Sir I’m going to have to ask you to step outside.” The doctor says as the nurses rush around frantically.

My stomach drops, I look down to Y/N and see her pale face with her eyes closed. My boy is taken from my arms and two doctors pull me off the bed, pulling me to the door despite my protest. “What the fuck? Get off me! That’s my wife! What’s wrong with her? I need to be by her side!” I yell, fighting the doctors as they push me towards the door but I break down outside the door as they eventually push me out.

“Bro what happened? Where’s my little niece or nephew?” I hear Sam ask as he runs towards me from the waiting room with a bunch of flowers in his hand.

I don’t reply, just cry even more. He pulls me up to a chair and sits me downs, hugging me. “Sh-she was so fucking pa-pale.” I sob, he pats my back.

“She’ll pull through, she’s a fighter.” He tells me, my heart clenches.

She needs to fight, she can’t give up, her own parents aren’t even here yet!

We wait for a few more minutes before finally the doctor walks out, handing me my clean and healthy baby boy. “How is Y/N?” I ask straight away, cradling my boy in my arms as Sam admires him and ignores our conversation for privacy.

“She’s well Mr Maloley, she lost a lot of blood which caused her to pass out but she’s awake again and wishes to see you.” He tells me, patting my shoulder as I put my head down and kiss my son’s head.

She’s okay, she’s awake.

“Here, I’ll take this little man and you go in, I’ll wait a couple of minutes.” Sam smiles, patting my back before I hand him and walk into the room where Y/N lays, looking less pale than before.

“Y/N.” Is all I say, multiple tears fall and hug her tightly as the nurses and doctors leave us alone.

“That was so scary Nate.” It broke my heart to hear her weak, shaken voice.

“I know baby, I was scared too but you’re better now, you’re going to be okay.” I assure her, kissing her lips.

We hug for a while longer and wait for Sam to walk in with our baby. He safely places him in Y/N’s arms and I sit beside her on the bed, admiring my new family. “I love you too so much.” I whisper to them, wrapping my arms around the both of them.

“We love you too Nate.”

Nate Maloley/Jack Gilinsky Imagine - Protective Nate

Anon Request: Can you make an imagine where you and Nate are dating and you and Gilinsky are arguing over something and he gets mad and grabs your arm and Nate comes back in and gets really protective?

I went with the flow and here’s what I got, hope you like it😁

Contains swear words, (cuss/curse words) and a situation that some people can find up setting - for those, I apologise in advance.

– (Y/N’s POV) –

It’s one of those nights again, one of those nights me and my boyfriend, Nate, end up in in our friend’s house due to boredom. We’ve done it three Friday’s in a row now, but they’re our friends and I couldn’t ask for better ones.

“Yo dude where did all the popcorn go?” Sam whines from the opposite side of Nate that I’m on, the bowl of popcorn was on Nate’s leg so that we all could reach considering the Jack’s were on the floor in front of us with their backs against the front of the couch.

“I don’t know.” Nate shrugs, I giggle.

“Well go make some more you idiot.” Sam orders, Nate sighs and gets up to go make some more popcorn.

I notice a bright flash go off in front of me, coming from Gilinsky’s phone. He took a snapchat of me. That idiot. Before he realises I caught him, I snatch his phone and run around the couch as he yells for it back. I tease him, outrunning him as Sammy and Johnson cheer me on. My thumb must have swiped across the screen to open his texts because I see a text from a familiar girl’s name with a nude picture she sent him. My eyebrows furrow, as I realise it’s my sister. I swipe up a bit, dodging his hand as he tries to grab it from my hands.

He asked her to send him those, she said no once but gave in the second time he asked. “Jack what the fuck is this?” I ask angrily, holding up the text messages to prove he asked my younger, by one year, sister for nudes.

“It’s none of your fucking business that’s what.” He retorts, trying to get his phone back but I put it behind my back, leaning against the wall.

“It’s 100% my business you asshole, that’s my sister!” I yell back, pushing him back as he steps closer to me.

“Guys chill, what’s going on?” Johnson says, standing up from his seat.

“This asshole is asking my sister for nudes, that’s what’s going on,” I shout, Gilinsky grabs my forearm roughly to pull it from behind my back and grab his phone, I whine in pain. “Get the fuck off Jack you’re hurting me!”

Loud, panicked footsteps coming down the basement stairs catches everybody’s attention. Nate throws the bowl of popcorn down on the floor as he sees Gilinsky holding my arm too tight and pins him up against the wall, making him let go and his phone to drop onto the floor. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on but I know for sure if you ever touch my girl again then you won’t live to see the next day, best friend or not.” Nate says, looking him dead in the eye.

“Nate stop, it’s getting out of hand,” I say, ignoring the ache in my arm to push Nate away from Jack, picking up his smashed phone to hand it to him. “Sammy can I crash in the spare bedroom?” I ask, he nods awkwardly, picking up the popcorn as Johnson calms Nate down.

I wake up in the morning, Nate spooning me. My phone buzzes.

Gilinsky: U awake?
Y/N: Yes.
Gilinsky: Can we talk?
Y/N: I suppose.
Gilinsky: I’m in the kitchen.

I slide out of Nate’s arms, gasping as I see the purple ring bruise around my arm, I put my Nate’s hoodie on which he took off throughout the night and head downstairs to the kitchen. It’s 6am so nobody will be awake.

Jack sits there, his head in his hands with his elbows placed on the breakfast counter. I walk around the counter and take a seat beside him, placing my hand on his tense back. “I’m sorry, last night ended pretty badly huh?” He bitterly chuckles, rubbing his tired eyes.

“No Jack, I overreacted but you don’t know what happened to my sister when she sent pictures of herself a few years back when she was 16, they were spread and she’s never been able to get them back from her ex boyfriend, he’s the one that spread them. I know you’re a good guy and you’d never do that but I just worry it will happen to her again, I stuck my her side and I promised her it wouldn’t happen again.” I sigh fiddling with my fingers.

He listens, nodding his head and sighing. He picks up my right arm and slides the sleeve up despite my protest, he sees the bruise and slams his hand down on the counter. I hug him from the side in attempt to calm him. “Jack we both overreacted, shit happens and we can move past it.” I promise, reaching up to kiss his cheek.

“I’m sorry.” He says.

“I’m sorry too, now we’ve both forgiven each other, we gotta’ speak to Nate when he wakes up.” I mention, Jack places his head down on the counter as I rub his back.

“He hates me now, he’ll never forgive me, shit.” He sighs angrily.

“He doesn’t hate you, he’ll come round to it in a little while,” I assure. “It’s probably best to steer clear for the time being okay?” I giggle slightly, resting my head on his back.