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Dear Hoya,

Thank you. Thank you for your hard work and dedication to Infinite and Inspirits for the last 7 years.  You showed me what it’s like to be passionate about something and to be brave enough to chase after it. Because of you, I learned to get off my lazy butt and go chase my dreams and I will forever be grateful to you for that. As sad as I am right now, I know it’s that same passion that’s leading you to this decision and it would be wrong of me to stop you. I know Infinite will continue to be amazing and do incredible things because they’re Infinite. I also know that you will continue to be amazing and do incredible things because you are also Infinite. I hope you go off and be everything you want to be and I’m looking forward to everything you have to offer. Thanks again for an amazing 7 years

Dear Inspirits,

Let’s not be sad for long, okay? I know we’re all still in shock and it’ll take some time to move on. But we still have our 6 boys who will need our support now more than ever. Let’s have our big group cry and then move on and keep supporting all 7 boys. If anyone wants to talk, feel free to message me. We can get through this :)

and sometimes you get to experience the closest thing to bliss…you get to go to the pool for the first time as yourself. shirtless. with a completely flat chest. no bikini top. no sports bra. no KT tape. • swimming has been a massive part of my life since I was little, from relaxing in the oceans of the west coast to competitive swimming, I’ve always felt calm around the water. but it was something I had to give up when I came out as transgender, I became terrified of the pool because my dysphoria would take over and my anxiety would cause me to trap myself inside. But today, I’m almost 6 months post op and I finally got to go back to my happy place for what feels like the very first time…I finally feel at peace with my body 🌸✨

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Poirot’s iconic dove grey coat

On My Own (Harry Hook) Part Three

Originally posted by adisneylover92things

“You swore you’d never hurt me”

“You swore you’d never leave me On My Own

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four


“Harry Hook is coming to Auradon.”

You woke up in a cold sweat while the stars were still out and the moon was still shining. You checked the clock sitting beside your bed and sighed. Three o’clock in the morning. You had roughly six hours until Uma, Harry, Gil, and their wharf rats arrived. Great.

Glancing over to make sure Lonnie was still asleep, you silently moved over to the window seat, staring up at the night sky. Sighing, you slid on a pair of shoes and snuck out of the dorm room, following a path engraved in your head. About a week after you first got to Auradon, when you were feeling more than a little homesick, you used a spell taught to you by your father, Dr. Facilier, to find your way up to the roof where you could just barely see some of the ocean.

Sitting down on the blanket you had brought, you stared at the small sliver of ocean visible to you from the high rooftop. It was times like this you couldn’t help but let your mind wander back to Harry. You were still surprised he accepted the offer to come to Auradon, but something told you he only did it because Uma told him to. Some small, dying part of you wished for the reason he accepted to be because of you, but you knew it was a lie. Harry Hook was a lot of things. A liar, a psychopath, murderer, deranged. But, a romantic was not one of them.

You slowly laid back, staring up at the stars. “Second star to the right, and straight on till morning,” You mumbled to yourself before laughing slightly. A certain friend of yours, a hat wearing, hook wielding friend, once told you those directions. Apparently, that was where the Jolly Roger, his father’s ship, once sailed the seas. He talked about visiting the place called Neverland a lot, to see the boy that never grew up. The one that defeated his father.

He never told you, but you could sense the true meaning behind his words. The reason he actually wanted to go to Neverland; to finally defeat Peter Pan, to prove that he was stronger than Captain James Hook.

You couldn’t help but think that whatever insidious plan Uma and her first mate had brewing would prove even more than that.


“Well, isn’t this just a warm welcome?”

You stood in front of Auradon bright and early that morning, glaring out of the corner of your eye at the King as Uma and her lackeys stepped out of the limousine. Fair Godmother and Ben exchanged gleeful glances as the band slowly died down.

“Hey, Guys. I’m King Ben of Auradon and I welcome you to Auradon Prep!” Ben introduced, reaching his hand out to shake the hand of one of the wharf rats’ (Sylvester Smee if memory serves you right). Immediately his hand was knocked aside by the rugged pirate with a glare. “Don’t touch me,” He sneered at the King.

“We do not take that kind of tone here, Young Man!” Fairy Godmother shot back, giving him a stern look.

“Yeah, Keep your mouth shut, Sylvester,” Uma added, giving him a lethal smile. The boy just cowered before slinking back of the very back of the huddle of pirates. You could feel Doug’s relief from where he stood with the band. He didn’t have to deal with showing them around and explaining the classes to the Villains this time. Oh no, that job was stuck with you…

“Come on, Y/N, if anyone knows how to control those pirates it’s you!” Ben had said as you stood in his office, still soaking in the fact he was bringing some of the lowest form of evil into Auradon in the form of a sea witch and her two minions.

You shook your head at the boy stubbornly. “No way, Ben. I’m not getting stuck with that group of rats. Not if you promised me a golden horse.”

“What about a golden minifridge?”

Turns out he didn’t mean golden as in the minifridge was made of gold, rather the minifridge was painted a gold color. You ended up giving it to Evie to keep her special chemicals at the perfect temperature.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice all of the people staring at you expectantly. Your face flushed red as you stared back at Ben. “What did I miss?”


“And here is where you will be attending your remedial goodness classes, taught by Fairy Godmother herself,” You announced, stopping at a set of doors that led to a room you had become very acquainted with.

“What’s remedial goodness?” Gil asked with a curious look.

“You’ll be taught the rights and wrongs. Like no poisoning, killing, or stabbing someone with a hook,” You replied swiftly, not sparing a glance to the pirate clad in red leather that was standing at the back of the group, though you could feel his eyes boring into you.

“No hooking?” Harry whined, slinking over to where you stood. “But that’s my speciality.”

“I thought scaring was your speciality?” You remarked, raising an eyebrow at the pirate. He smirked slightly, curling his arm around your shoulders, “Yer talking to a man of many talents, lass.”

You scoffed, pushing the brunet away, “ The girls’ dormitories are that way, the boys’ are that way, just follow the signs. You’ll find your name engraved on a plaque outside of your designated room, all rooms and roommates are final. No switching,” You instructed, motioning to opposite sides of the school. “That’s the end of our tour, if you have any questions feel free to find me or Ben and ask.”

The group of pirates slowly dispersed, leaving just Harry, Uma, and Gil standing in front of you. You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “Yes?”

“We aren’t staying in separate dorms. Put us in a dorm together,” Uma demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. Your eyebrows shot up. This witch.

“As I clearly stated, all rooms and roommates are final. No switching. The rules state no more than two to a dorm, and girls and guys can’t share dorms,” You stated blandly, not in the mood to deal with the pirates before you.

“Yeah, well, we’re villains. We don’t do rules. You should know that, seeing as you were once one yourself, before you turned your back on evil like the rest of those pansies,” Uma shot back. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh, if you want to go against the rules you can gladly return to the Isle, it won’t hurt my feelings at all. Otherwise, shut your lobster trap and get to your dorms.”

From the corner of your eye you could see Harry move to go toward you, only to be stopped by Uma. “Harry, chill.” She muttered, eyes boring into yours coldly before whipping around and walking in the direction of the girls’ dorms.

“You’re messing with the wrong pirates, Lass,” Harry seethed, whipping around and yanking Gil to the boys’ dorms.

“Bye, Y/N!” Gil called out, giving you a happy wave before he disappeared.

Do you think Fairy Godmother would let me graduate a few years early?


“Look at her over there, acting like she’s so much better than us,” Uma growled, watching you angrily from across the courtyard. She slammed her fist on the picnic table, startling the son of Gaston. He shook his head, turning back to building a mashed potato sculpture. But, moments later, a tray was slammed down on the table, demolishing the masterpiece.

“This place is so borin’ I want to hook meself,” The son of Captain Hook grumbled, plopping down beside Gil. 

“My sculpture…” Gil whined slightly, desperately attempting to fix the pile of potatoes.

“It’s like she forgot she was one of us mere months ago,” The sea witch continued, ignoring her two companions. Harry followed her gaze before a low growl left his lips at the sight of the Darling boy obviously flirting with you.

“I’m gonna hook him,” He stated matter-of-factly, standing from his seat. Uma scowled, yanking the brunet pirate back down. “Don’t get distracted,” She gritted out, giving him a stern glare.

“You know what you have to do.”

Harry Hook paused, before giving nod,“Yes, Captain.”

A/N: Soo, whaddya think?

New Neighbor

pairing: Yoongi x reader
genre: Smut, fluff if you squint
warning: M for my undying thirst
word count: 3756

You finally work up the courage to bring your cute new neighbor home after some liquid courage, you get what you’ve been pinning for since you saw him in the mail room.

Fuck.

You weren’t sure if it was the gin and tonic in your hand or your excruciating dry spell that made him so attractive. Through your hazy vision you attempted to trace the outline of the man who stood two inches too close to you, his choice of poison intoxicating you further. His elbow, steady against the bar, supported his lithe frame as his gaze found yours through locks of blonde hair.

Blood rushed to your cheeks, turning your pink glow into a deep shade of crimson, and you pray that the bar’s dim lighting would shield you from the embarrassment. You flash your new neighbor a stupidly wide smile only to receive a smirk in return, why the fuck did liquid courage make you look like a fool instead of seductress? You’ve done nothing but solidify the fact that you haven’t gotten dicked down in a year at this welcoming party by freezing up whenever a male so much as looked your direction. Why did you agree to come to this gathering where you knew no one anyways? It was your ex-boyfriend who played the friendly neighbor with this apartment’s college inhabitants, and you didn’t bother to follow up with any of the friendships since you kicked the bastard out all those nights ago.

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Did you kiss me just to shoot me? (Jason Todd x Reader)

More love for Jason Todd.

Slight Nsfw mentioned.


On a particular boring day of laying in the Wayne Manor Dick burst through the door claiming that a group trip to a laser tagging place would be the best cure. You looked at Tim and shrugged. I guess that’s something to do right? Dick even managed to make Damian come along, but he didn’t understand why shooting rays of light at each other in a dark place was enjoyable.

-“Just think of it as stealth training.” You ruffled his hair after he put on his jacket.

-“I guess it could be seen that way.” Damian mumbled to himself.

Dick came back with a slight frown.

-“Jason says he doesn’t want to come.”

-“Good.” Damian replied.

You poked Damian in the cheek.

-“What no? That’s not good, Are you afraid he’ll beat you?” You teased.

-“No, I would beat him.”

-“Well lets see about that.”

You quickly jogged to were Jason was lounging on the couch. His eyes quickly met yours, but went back to the tv soon after. If you had to be honest with yourself you had an admiration towards Jason. Tim told you some things about Jason, the good and the bad. Damian told you every flaw Jason ever had. He didn’t seem that bad to you. Maybe he was considered the black sheep of the family, but ultimately he’s doing what he thinks is best. So whenever he came over the Manor you always tried to talk to him. Realizing that typical normal interactions wouldn’t work with him you tried a different approach. It was considered flirty but it always worked. Sometime you grabbed his hand out of nowhere and wouldn’t le go until he talked to you.

-“Jason.” You asked intently, both your hands holding his.

-“Yeah.”

-“What’s your favorite color?”

You would be lying if you said you only touched Jason just to get questions out of him. His hand was warm and you loved the look he gave you when you touched him. It was a combination of curiosity and composure. One time he subconsciously licked his lips making direct eye contact with you. Embarrassed you awkwardly looked to his hands and continued talking. By doing this you didn’t see the smirk on his face.

You sat down on the couch next to Jason. A little too close for him Jason thought. He could feel the warmth of your body when your leaning against him.

-“Jason.”

-“Yeah.”

-“You need to go Laser tagging with us.”

-“No.”

-“Please?”

-“No.”

You dramatically sighed and laid your head on his lap. Jason tensed up when you did this. You head was lying way to close to places it shouldn’t be… yet. He noticed how your lips moved when you tried to convince him to go. He zoned out when your head tilted towards his stomach.

-“I’ll go.” Jason said suddenly.

-“Awesome!” You got up and pulled his arm to the door.

Whoever decided that laser tagging would be a fun game. It wasn’t. Jason was nowhere to be seen yet he had the highest score currently in the game. Trained vigilantes has nothing against this sharp shooter. All of you decided that whoever scored on Jason first was the winner.

It was pitch black except for the occasional neon lights and blaring music. You decided to walk on the edge of the game setup. You knew the rest of the boys were searching in the middle. You zoned out looking at the clock. 2 minutes left and still no Jason. Your head in the clocks you didn’t realize a figure crouching down until you tripped and landed on top of it. A low grunt was heard, but no reply was said. You knew who it was, his hands were on your hips.

-“I guess I fell for you Jason.”

-“Dork.”

There was a silence before Jason slowly moved one of his hands to your head. He gently pulled your head down to meet his lips halfway. After the first kiss he switched positions so that you were on the bottom The first kisses were slow and sensual, but as he continued it became more deep and passionate. You sighed into the kiss showing pleasure that Jason took really well. He slowly lead your hand under his shirt.

You see the clock it read 10 seconds. While you really enjoyed what was happening, your mind was foggy with feel good thoughts. You glanced at your laser gun near Jason’s knees.

4 seconds.

You pulled Jason into a deep kiss while you grabbed the laser gun.

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You heard Dick groan in the setup and Damian yell with defeat. Your score had one red tick against it, signifying that Jason’s chest piece got shot. Jason looked down at you.

-“Did you kiss me just so you can shoot me?”

-“Well that wasn’t the plan, but the offer was to tempting.”

You quickly got up brushing the dirt from your pants. Jason followed taking your hand in his.

-“The kiss or scoring on me?”

-“Both.”

Shance and Kurance angsty HC

Kuron (he is given this name by Lance after OG Shiro returns and Kuron finds out he’s a clone) and Lance get super close. Close enough that they being to date since Lance always liked Shiro so they’re both shaken by the fact that Kuron isn’t the real Shiro. But Lance sticks by him anyway.

Everyone is suspicious of Kuron and starts treating him differently even tho he really did not ask to exist but Lance defends him. Unbeknownst to him, Shiro is one jealous mf. Lance didn’t know Shiro returned his feelings but Kuron figures it out which leads to a conversation between the original and the clone. Kuron says they are basically the same except for one thing: Kuron had the guts to let himself fall in love and be loved and Shiro did not.

Unfortunately, Kuron (while not being evil) was programmed to attack the paladins. So when the programming kicks in he kicks the shit out of most of the team while Kuron’s mind and body betray him. The malicious magic from his galra arm begin to infect him physically, vines of energy crawling up the side of his neck,, a result of Shiro’s arm having damaged it while fighting him. Lance tries to get close and reason with him but Kuron grabs him by the neck and dangles him in the air. And as Lance is choking he’s able to reach out and stroke Kuron’s face. That’s when the clarity starts to come back. Kuron is still fighting his programming and the magic when he realizes that he hurt everyone including the person he loved most… the person who believed in him. Lance is still trying to calm him down when Kuron can feel himself slipping again. So when Lance gets close enough to kiss, he begs Lance to kill him. No one else can hear their conversation. All the see is them breathing in tandem and looking into eachother’s eyes, their foreheads pressed together before they share what has to be the universe’s gentlest kiss and nobody even noticed Lance had summoned his bayard until it was pressed to Kuron’s chest and the shot was fired, Kuron slumping over onto Lance with a cry. They tried to approach but the look Lancr gave them (one they’d never forget) told them to back the hell off. He’d shot Kuron in the heart, as he’d asked. He holds Kuron, whispering lovingly into his ear and stroking his hair, never once leaving his side as he takes his last breaths. And even after, when Kuron is long gone and Lance is all out of tears, he stays like that. By the time anyone can get close to him, his throat is sore and his legs are lumb.

He looks at Shiro, something sharp in those mournful blue eyes, and says “Help me.”

So Shiro helps a wobbly legged Lance carry Kuron to the medbay where they clean him up and Lance puts him in a pod until they can hold a service for him and when that comes around Lance is quieter than he’s ever been. He makes sure there’s flowers tho. He thinks Kuron would’ve liked that. And they send him off Yondu Style, Lance unable to take his eyes away from the colorful and sparkling ashes from his spot in the observatory.

Shiro hates this. He doesn’t know what to do for Lance. He doesn’t know how to let himself be taken by love like Kuron did. He wonders if Kuron felt like this when he realized he was a clone and how he and Lance still made it work. And it’s even more difficult since Lance is healing and grieving and Shiro doesn’t think Lance can love him after everything.

He’s wrong. It takes a while. There’s a lot of miscommunication. There’s needless avoidance. There’s a lot of hurtful things said and done but they get there eventually.

It’s been a long day, mission that almost went south. It was a close call. Lance and Shiro were paired up- Allura’s orders and they found themselves in a tough spot. They really thought they’d die there. Shiro told Lance that at least he was with the person he’d want by his side in his last moments right before Keith and Red come barrelling in and scoop them up into Red’s mouth. They don’t mention it again until Shiro stumbles upon Lance in the observatory.

Lance doesn’t look at him but Shiro knows he hears his footsteps, knows he knows it’s Shiro.

The words echo softly in the observatory.

“Did you mean it?”

And Lance is looking at him now.

“Am I the last face you want to see when you go?”

Shiro doesn’t hesitate.

“Yes.”

They go from there, taking it slow and learning eachother. But they do get there.

Eventually.

Hot Mess: Part 1

Genre: Smut

Words: 3171

Pairing: Yoongi x reader x Jungkook

Summary: Your high-school reunion is interrupted when your high school besties come up to you with an absurd request that they want you to fulfil. You won’t give in…will you? 

Warning: Contains sexually explicit and mature themes.



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Arkham Knight (Jason Todd x Reader)

Requested by: anon

Summary: you are Batgirl and Jason kidnaps you because it’s part of his revenge, but you and Jason used to be a couple before he was kidnapped by Joker. Jason is angry, but beneath all the rage he still loves you passionately.

Warnings: smut! + smut is usually not what I write but I hope you like it anyway

A/N: It’s some while ago since I’ve read Arkham Knight Genesis and I haven’t played the game yet because I’m poor, so please excuse if there are inaccuracies.

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Your head was spinning and throbbing as you regained your consciousness. The memory of what happened floated back in and you tore your eyes open, awaiting the worst.
You were laying on the ground with no restraints on your wrists for your own surprise, but as you looked around and saw him, a slight wash of panic broke free, making your heart run.

The Arkham Knight was leaning relaxed against a wall, looking at you with crossed arms. “Good morning.” His static voice made you flinch.

You sat up straight and fixed your face. He couldn’t see you were intimidated. “How did you know?” Your voice is frosty, bulletproof, letting no emotions show. You were asking how he knew you were Batgirl. How he figured your identity out, because you made sure it was impossible.
You and Batman made sure.

“I know more about you than you think.”

“Then you know that I won’t allow you to kill me. Isn’t that what you want? To make Batman suffer?” It was obvious and didn’t need the world’s greatest detective to figure out that he was driven by unspeakable rage, that this was personal.

He straightened up. “I couldn’t kill you.”

You nodded. He could try, but you wouldn’t go out without putting on the fight of your life.

“No.” He took a step towards you.

You dug your fingertips into the floor, trying not to flinch away. Show your opponent no fear or weakness, Bruce’s voice echoed in the back of your mind.

“I couldn’t kill you, (Y/N).” The Arkham Knight repeated, but his daring voice was softer this time, holding something almost like defeated.

You rose to your feet with your brows furrowed in confusion. “Who are you?” Your heart was banging against your chest, wanting you to escape, but your mind told you to stay calm. “Why do you hate Batman so much?”

The Arkham Knight inhaled deeply and turned to the side. He pressed a button on his helmet and it lifted up, revealing his face to you.

Your feet carried you backwards until your back was pressed against the wall. Your heart stopped beating and crunched, your throat felt tight like someone had a hand wrapped around your neck and your stomach twisted, making you feel sick.
Your limbs felt numb, your eyes were wide with horrors and terrors while your lips quivered.
You couldn’t form a single syllable, but tears started to leak from your eyes, running silently down your cheeks from the simple sight of him.

“Missed me?” Jason’s voice was clear now. It sounded so hurt, so broken and sore.

You breathed in sharply and collected yourself as good as you could. You swallowed hard and suddenly your feet moved forward towards him.

Jason turned past you fully now, pulling a gun making you stop. Your eyes wide once again seeing the scarred J on his cheek. 

“You and Bruce had no clue it was me, did you?” His gaze was tired and broke, like everything about him. His eyes that once were full of wit and life now seemed dull and dark.

“We thought you died. I thought you died.” You whispered with tears welling.

“But did you mourn? You were glad to finally get rid of me. How long did it take til he replaced me, huh. Till you replaced me?!” He growled through gritted teeth.

You narrowed your eyes what made even more tears stream. “That’s what you think?” Your voice broke. “You’re blinded by rage, Jason. We all mourned. We all broke!”

“You broke?” He lowered the gun and stepped forward. “You broke?! I was tortured day and night in that abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum! LOOK AT ME!”

You clenched your jaw and looked him dead in the eyes.

“Every second of the day I hoped, no, I was sure Bruce and you would save me and then he showed me that picture… you just replaced me–” Jason’s voice shook. “He was beating me up with a crowbar for hours and you just lived on… you just left me to die.”

“No.” You shook your head. “That’s not how it was.” You tried again to reach him, but the gun was pointed between your eyes once more. “If you know so much then you know this is a lie. That Joker wants you to think exactly that. I love you, Jason! I still do! I always have! I–”

“Don’t say that!” He said and something threatening was gleaming in the tone. “Don’t you dare!”

“I WAS TRYING TO FIND YOU!”

He unlocked his gun.

“I DIDN’T STOP TO SEARCH FOR YOU, JASON. Day and night. Day after day after day. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat, hell, neither did Bruce!” You started to walk past him. He wouldn’t pull the trigger. He was still Jason underneath this all, underneath all pain Joker made him suffer.

“LIES!”

“Then he sent that… that video.” You grabbed the gun and he let go of it without a fight. “I shouldn’t have believed it. You are right. I should have saved you. You are right. But I didn’t. Bruce didn’t. But you– this all here, your rage, your bloodlust… that’s not you, Jason. You need to stop!”

He grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. His breath hit your face. “What makes you think that, huh? You’ve seen what I have done out there already, just wait–”

You take a hold of his face; gentle but firm enough so he couldn’t back away and your lips found his in a kiss full of pain and sorrow.
He fought it at first, flinching away from someone’s touch, but Jason had never forgotten the feeling of his lips against yours, how they locked into each other, dancing perfectly with one another and it was like balm for his soul.
He kissed you harder, all his anger crushed between your and his lips as his head started to spin and get hazy, longing for more, for you.
He grabbed your hips firmly, pressing you further into the wall and you inhaled a sharp breath, breaking the kiss for only a second before the passionate war raged on for a second time.
Your tongue traced his rough lip, being greeted by his own for their own little performance.
He hummed against your mouth and the vibrations travelled right to your core, spreading warmth and excitement through your entire body.
You broke apart and kissed along his jaw.
Jason smelled like summer rain and guns.
Your teeth sunk into the skin where his jaw met his neck. You remembered his body like he was never gone.

His breaths were shaking and his still gloved hands tangled in your hair as you licked over the spot to ease the attack.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tugged onto your hair to guide your head away from his neck.

You opened your eyes, looking in blue ones that were clouded with lust, rage and undeniably love.

“I love you.” You repeated beneath a whisper and that was all Jason needed.

He picked you up so effortlessly. You sucked and caressed the sensitive skin of his neck like it was honey. His breathing was heavily and loud.
Your fingertips were crawling on his amour, desperately needing it to be gone as he carried you into another room.
He let you down and finally started to remove the suit. You pulled your shirt of your body and he ripped your bra apart with ease.
You closed your eyes and arched into his harsh hands as he cupped your breasts. He missed the smooth feeling of them laying in his palms.

Your eyes had meanwhile gazed over his bare chest and sadness shot into them, because they couldn’t handle what they saw. Countless scars. Everyone held different terrors.

Jason noticed your switch in moods, and he didn’t want your pity, he wanted your raw, passionate feelings, your unconditional love. He pinched your nipples roughly earning a yelp out of your mouth.
He lowered himself and sucked hickies on your flesh, licking and biting your breasts.

You shoved at his chest and he dropped onto the bed, gaping at you as you crawled onto him, ready to devour him entirely.

“I love you.” You whispered once again. Your hot breath targeted on his neck what made him shiver and grab your thighs. He rubbed circular patterns that made you sigh with satisfaction.

You kissed down his neck, sucked on his collarbone and licked the useless buds on his chest before you crawled farther down, making sure to leave soothing kisses on his scars.

Jason was biting his lips, rolling his head back. Groans and razor breaths escaped from deep within him. He fisted the bed sheets tightly as you reached the waistline of his briefs and Jason thought he would lose it right there as you looked up from beneath your long lashes, locking your gaze with his.

You pulled the fabric away, revealing his thick shaft. A hiss echoed through the room as you lick up the length of his cock, kissing the tip before sucking just so slightly.
Jason was switching from trying to keep his eyes open and squeezing them shut as waves of pleasures rushed through his body.

You removed the rest of clothing remaining on your body and straddled him.
You were caged in a beautiful hazy bubble, the world outside of it was like a distant memory.

Your finger intertwined tightly which each others, lacing together, stronger than handcuffs.

“Jay…” You breathed out as you moved your hips, pushing his hard cock inside of you as your dripping walls welcomed him gladly and both of your moans aligned in a symphony, speaking to each other.

You found a steady pace, but Jason needed to be closer to you. This wasn’t enough.
He flipped you on your back and attacked your neck with kisses as he pounded into you at a slow but deep rhythm.

Your finger run through his dark roots, tugging just so slightly as his name rolled over your lips over and over again alongside curses.

“I love you, too.” He pressed his forehead to yours. He wasn’t able to control his voice any longer and more and more moans broke free that drove you crazy.

You arched your back as his thrusts became more violent and chaotic. “Jason!” Your shaking fingers dug into his arms. Your body was lifted into another sphere.

“Look at me.” He whispered followed by hissing. “Look at me, (Y/N)!” At this point you were willing to do everything he wanted you to do. He was in control.
It felt like he took all of it, all you had over your body and you had no clue how you managed to open your eyes, but you did.

“I love you, too.” He showed himself completely vulnerable to you, completely broken as he came undone and the sweet sounds he made, your name and ohs and fucks and his eyes staring back at yours, rolling in the back of his head was all it needed to sent you over the edge as well, following closely after him, dissolving before crashing back together at full speed. Pure ecstasy.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck. You felt him catch his breath as you nuzzled against his head.

It Seemed So Real - Tom Holland

Being Tom’s girlfriend and getting to play his best friend / love interest in the new Spiderman movie, was to say the least, a dream come true.

Everything was perfect, from cuddling in trailers to pissing off our director, Jon Watts because we wouldn’t stop messing around and giggling like idiots.

Tom and I were currently in his trailer, waiting to be call to set, me in sweatpants and Tom still in the Spiderman suit.

I laughed as he jumped around his trailer, pretending to shoot webs everywhere, and making the occasional, “Thwip” sound for effect.

“Are you seriously just gonna wear that all the time?” I asked through my fit of giggles, Tom practically lived in the suit.

“Yep,” He said jumping up onto the small sofa I was sitting on. “I still can’t believe that I’m Spiderman! Spiderman! Me! Can you believe it!”

I looked up at him adoringly, the smile on his face sending joy and butterflies through every inch of my body.

I was beyond proud of Tom, and seeing him so happy made the long and demanding hours worth it. “And you know what the best part is?” He said, sitting beside me, eyes locked on mine.

“I get to work with the love of my life, and kiss her on stage.” He said, leaning in and pecking my lips. “And off stage,” he pecked my cheek, “and in my trailer,” he pecked my nose, I giggled.

“And I’m front of the entire cast, who by the way, found it cute at first, but now it’s just awkward and gross,” a voice said from the door.

Tom and I blushed as Robert stood there, eyebrows raised, a slight grin on his face. “Come on, we need you guys on set,” he said, beckoning us to follow.

“But we’re not scheduled for another 3 hours,” I said. Rob shook his head, “There’s a big rain storm coming soon, and Jon wants to shoot Y/C/N’s death scene in it, he said it’ll look more natural than if we tried to make it ourselves.”

I frowned at the thought of having to die, and not being able to be in Spiderman 2, but Jon had said he’d need me back for a few “flashback” scenes, so I was grateful for that.

I looked at Tom who was also frowning, obviously not too happy our timr together got interrupted. “We need you guys down there ASAP, so hurry up,” Rob said, before leaving.

“I found the kids, Jon! They were having sex in Tom’s trailer!” Rob yelled out, causing Tom to blush even harder, and me to burst out into laughter.

“Come on, Tom,” I said, attempting to stand, but he pulled me back down and into his lap, arms wrapped around my waist, and face burried in my neck, “But I wanna just cuddle,” he whined.

I rolled my eyes, “I do too, but we need to go, we can cuddle after, I promise.”

It took a solid give minutes to finally get Tom up, and an hour more to do make-up and costume. By the time everything was finished, it had began pouring outside, the distant sound of thunder echoing through the air.

“I know you wanted this scene in the rain, but don’t you think it’s raining a little hard?” Tom asked, Jon, who replied with, “It’s perfect, don’t worry, you guys will be fine, and it’ll be an awesome scene.”

And hand ruffled my hair from behind, “Hey this took an hour,” I said giggling as Michael, aka Vulture, came into view.

“Alright! Let’s get this going, no telling how long this storm will last!” Jon yelled out, causing everyone to scramble to their places.

Along with the poring rain, it was also extremely cold and dark outside, and as soon as I stepped out into the rain, it got much colder.

Michael also stepped out, dressed fully in his vulture costume, and Tom in his suit, everyone’s hair and clothes were instantly drenched.

We quickly got into places and I ran through the scene in my head.

Vulture had captured my character and was threatening Peter, and would ultimately end of stabbing me with his sharp wings, leaving me to die in Peter’s arms.

A shiver went through my spine as Jon yelled out, “Action!”

“I told you not to interfere with my business Peter,” Vulture said threateningly, his arm was across my chest, holding me tightly.

Fear shot through my body, as I began to fear for my life.

“Please, you don’t have to do this, just let her go,” Peter begged, his voice breaking as he tried to hold back sobs.

“How else will you learn your lesson,” Vulture said. His wings began to whir, and I gasped as his sharp wings pierced my back, all the way through so that the tip could be seen poking out of my stomach.

“NO!” Peter cried out, sprinting to me as Vulture took off. I began to fall, gravity weighing down heavier than ever before.

Before my body could hit the ground, Peter was by my side, catching me. We crumpled to the ground together. Peter cradled me against his chest, rocking back and forth, tears mixing with rain.

“ No. No, Y/C/N, please!” Peter yelled out, his voice seemed so distant.

“P-Peter, it- it hurts. God, I don’t want to die,” I barely got out. A metallic taste lingered on my taste buds, blood staining my lips.

“I don’t know what to do, I don’t- oh god,” Peter began sobbing. “Please, you can’t die, I can’t love without you, please Y/C/N!” He whispered.

I weakly grabbed his hand, giving it a light squeeze, I could feel the life draining from my body.

“Please don’t die, I can’t live without you, I love you,” He continued to cry.

“I lo-” I began to say, but everything went black.

“Y/C/N? Y/C/N!” I hear Tom yell, but I kept my eyes closed, waiting for Tom to finish his lines.

“No!” He let out a blood curdling scream, leaving me to wonder if he would have his voice tomorrow. “Please, wake up, wake up!”

Tom kept sobbing, it sounded so real.

“Aaaaand, cut!” Jon yelled out, “That was amazing! Everyone get inside and dry off, that’s a wrap for the day!” People cheered as they filed into the main building.

I opened my eyes and tried to get up, but Tom wouldn’t budge, if anything he held me even tighter to his chest. “We should go inside where it’s warm,” I whispered, but he still wouldn’t let go.

I knew the scene would be intense, but I don’t think any of us had any idea that it would end up like this.

I shifted so I could wrap my arms around Tom, “ It’s okay, it was just acting, it’s not real,” I whispered to him, running my fingers through his wet hair.

I leaned back so I could look at Tom. The cold air and pouring rain no longer mattered, I was only worried about the sobbing mess of a boy that was before me.

His head hung low, his body shaking with sobs, and rain dripping from his hair. I gently cupped his face, and brought it up so that his eyes met mine.

“It was so real,” he whispered, “Seeing you like that, I couldn’t-” another sob broke his sentence. I wrapped my arms around him again, reading his head against my chest.

“You hear that?” I said, fighting my own tears at seeing Tom like this, “My heart is still beating, I’m alive, I’m okay.” I placed a kiss on the top of his head and continued to stroke his hair, his head still resting on my chest.

I sat there for as long as I could, but the cold and rain was beginning to be unbearable. “Come on,” I said, slowly standing up, bringing Tom up with me, “Let’s get you warmed up and dried off.”

I lead Tom back to his trailer, and he changed immediately into some warm and dry clothes. “I’m gonna go to my trailer real quick and get some dry clothes,” I said to him, but before I could walk away Tom grabbed my arm.

“You can just borrow some of mine,” He offered, his voice weak from all of the screaming and crying he had done. I nodded, understanding that he didn’t want me to leave.

I nodded and he swiftly grabbed a long sleeve shirt and sweatpants from his dresser and handed them to me. I changed quickly in the small bathroom.

Tom’s shirt and pants were huge on me, yet they were comfy and warm.

A soft smile spread across Tom’s face when I came out in his clothes. I joined him on the couch and leaned into him.

At some point we ended up laying sideways on the small couch, bodies squished together comfortably. I let out a relaxed sigh as I melted into Tom, his warmth surrounding me.

Tom’s grip on me tightened, and he began gingerly running his fingers through my damp hair.

“I’m here,” I whispered to him, “I’m safe.”

13 Going on 30 (Part 1)

Summary: When your 13th birthday party goes awry, and you make a life changing wish - you wake up to discover you’ve flash forwarded 17 years ahead. 

Word Count: 2,186. 

A/N: This new series is entirely based off of the film, “13 Going on 30.” I figured it’s about damn time someone makes that movie into a Bucky series and here we are now. Hope you guys enjoy, and feedback would be well appreciated! :D

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gigglebug  asked:

Thank you for your blog!! I have learned so much and I have so much more respect for the medical community. My question: I have a character get shot in the right shoulder (yay!). At present I have this breaking his collarbone. Should I consider other things in terms of damage? And what should I expect for him in the long term assuming he gets minimum care- arthritis; less range of motion from that shoulder? Would it still be sensitive if, say, pinched a year+ afterwards? Thank you <3

Hey there @gigglebug! I’m glad I’ve been helping!!

First, I love that you’re giving your character some damage to the collarbone, and having actual injury come from a gunshot in the chest! But let’s take a quick peek at what else could go wrong… 

First, just underneath the clavicle, there’s a bundle of blood vessels called the subclavian artery and vein. This is one of those “puncture it and you could die” dealies. 

Behind the clavicle, depending on how far laterally you make the shot, is the lung. Yes, it’s protected by ribs, but it’s something to be aware of. 

There’s also the subclavian nerve, which runs behind the bone with the artery and vein, and makes it possible to paralyze the arm with damage to the right part of the shoulder. 

So all in all, a shot to the clavicle can be pretty devastating – or even deadly! 

One thing is that even without nerve damage, a lot of the musculature that controls the ipsilateral arm (arm on the same side) anchors to the clavicle. So doing anything with that arm is going to be difficult and extremely painful. Clavicles take a long time to heal – there’s no way to splint them, really, so they just have to heal on their own. And so we’re left with a couple months at least of recovery, with the arm ideally in a sling to protect the shoulder. 

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: chests don’t like bullets. They are, in fact, almost allergic to them! I think you can get away with “just” the fracture, though any medical provider is going to point out exactly how lucky your character is not to die or be paralyzed and warn them that whatever they were doing getting shot, it may in fact be time to change their ways.

I hope you have fun maiming your character! 

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     “Stop poking me.”

     “You’re imagining things.”

     “Stop poking me.”

     “I’m as still as a statue.”

     You spun in bed to face Dean, gently kicking him in the shin. “Stop poking me.”

     “Stop kicking me.”

      You narrowed your eyes. Dean simply grinned.

     “Good morning, Beautiful,” he said, the gravel in his sleep-thick voice sending a little, involuntary thrill through you. His hand snaked around your waist and pulled you to him, leaving mere inches between your face and his, but when he leaned in for a kiss you pressed a single finger to his lips.

     “You’re really annoying. You know that, right?”

     Dean’s smile turned to a challenging smirk, grip tightening on your waist. “I only wanted to hear my girlfriend’s sweet voice. Is that such a crime?”

     “It is when you wake her up.”

     He let out a breathy laugh, making the bed bounce as he fell onto his back and dragged you with him. You landed on his chest. “Okay, free shot. How can I make it up to you?” he asked, the tone in his voice making it perfectly clear what kind of penance your boyfriend had in mind.

     “I think I have an idea,” you whispered, lips brushing his ear when you spoke. Dean looked pleased when you swung your leg over his waist, even more so when you straightened up, palms lying flat on his bare chest and hips grinding down into his. Then his face twisted in shock when you hooked your hands around his waist, hitting the spot on his lower back where only you knew he was ticklish.

     Dean barked out a laugh, head flying back and into the pillow it was resting on. “What are you - doing?” he managed between breaths, twisting away from your touch and grappling for your wrists.

     “Making us even!” you shouted, hanging on for the final precious seconds before Dean inevitably got you in his hold and threw you off. And so he did.

     Within a few heartbeats Dean had his strong hands clasped around yours, prying your rapidly moving fingers from his ribs and relieving himself of your tickle-inducing torture, except he didn’t throw you off. Before you had a chance to brace yourself Dean had you flipped onto your back, legs still wrapped around his waist and bed creaking as he did so.

     “You’re gonna pay for that,” he said, a playful grin tugging at his lips. You tried to shrink into a ball, tried to block yourself from what you knew was coming, but Dean’s grip on you was too tight and with him hovering over you the way he was there was no chance you were getting out of this one.

     You squirmed and laughed as Dean went for your sides, trying your utmost to wriggle free from his iron grip.

     “Truce!” you cried. “Truce!”

     Dean’s hands stilled and then flew up to your head, palms resting on either side of the pillow and caging you in with his strong arms. “Promise?” he asked, lips a hair’s breadth away from yours.

     You closed the distance between you, lips pressing against his in a bruising kiss and legs wrapping tighter around him. “Promise.”


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