Better Than Medicine (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you have to figure out what to do when Bucky falls asleep on you and you’re hungry.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,769

A/N: @kjs-s requested “Could i please ask for one after the get together chapter in which the reader and Bucky fell asleep on the couch and she wakes up to Steve and Sam having breakfast and commenting on how great of a nurse she is?” I altered the request a bit and it occurs between “The Get Together” and “The First Date”.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - forever grateful that you’re my editing partner in crime

Originally posted by wenellyb

By the time the end credits start rolling on Aladdin, Bucky is fast asleep. His arm is curled over your thighs, his face is pressed against the pillow in your lap and his soft snores mix in with the instrumental music playing on the TV. The sleeve of crackers you had instructed him to eat lies empty on the ground along with a second one. Although he refused to admit it out loud, you know he underestimated how hungry he was.

Speaking of underestimating hunger, you can hear your stomach begging you to get some food in your system. You didn’t think to grab a snack when you grabbed crackers for Bucky. Then again, you weren’t anticipating that he’d fall asleep while using you as a pillow.

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TG:Re Chapter 123 Raw Text Spoilers (Part 1)

Mutsuki enters :re, smiling smugly at Kaneki. 

Mutsuki: It stinks like Ghouls in her. Right now are Ghouls the most important thing to you?

Kaneki: I can’t do that.

Mutsuki and Touka make eye contact. Mutsuki takes out a knife and slashes Kaneki’s left cheek.

Kaneki: Mutsuki-ku….

Mutsuki: Sensei, you’re acting weird. Please come back to us. I will remove every obstacle in your way.


Urie enters Mutsuki’s room and sees that there are countless photos stabbed to the wall with knives.


Shinsanpei Aura also appears and deals a blow to Kaneki.

Aura: Stand up! I’m gonna do the same to you that you did to my Aunt!

Mutsuki attacks Touka.

Mutsuki: Neko nekonekonekoneko

Neko nekoo neko nekoneko

Nekoneko neko

Nyako nekonekoneko

Ne nekonekoneko. [TN: Neko means “cat”]

Touka manages to stab Mutsuki in the stomach.

Mutsuki: Kirishima Touka-san…. I (Ore/male) have… I (Watashi/female) have…

Mutsuki takes something out the show Touka. Her face turns pale.

Mutsuki: I have actually come to see you. Kosaka Yoriko is about to get married, you see…

Mutsuki holds up the photo of Touka and Yoriko, as well as a severed hand with an engagement ring on it.

Narration: Show me that expression more! Next time, entering a place you can’t help but go…!?

MatsuHanaIwaOi headcanons

Photographer Mattsun

I have this huge headcanon that Matsukawa absolutely loves photography, his favorite thing in the world being candid shots of people in their daily lives. Such photos are hard to capture, because everybody instantly poses or plasters on a fake smile whenever they see a camera pointed at them, but he’s mastered being able to get photos without his friends noticing.

- he almost always has his camera with him. Whether in school, in practice, at home, or walking around town. He always makes sure to have it on hand in case of a great opportunity.

- He never really told anybody about his passion. He alway felt as though people would think it was weird, or stupid. The other boys on the team only learned about it when they visited his house, and saw countless photos plastered all over his walls.

- They accepted him - of course they did. Why wouldn’t they? - and asked to see some of his own photos. He didn’t put his own up on his wall because he didn’t like others being able to see it so freely. It felt like they were invading his brain.

- After some much needed convincing, he reached under his bed and pulled out a stack of photo albums, each supposedly organized by year.

- the other third years were shocked to see how many amazing photos he had taken, and even more surprised when they began to see photos of themselves. Their team alone took up almost two books.

- after the four of them started dating during college, he began taking even more photos of them. He’d never been as passionate about volleyball as Iwaizumi and Oikawa, so no longer playing gave him the time he needed.

- He was at the coffee shop Iwaizumi worked at - Visiting as usual - when he got side tracked, and ended up dropping one of his folders. He didn’t realize he’d done so, and he’d ended up leaving it behind when he went to his own job.

- later in the day, a customer went up to Iwaizumi with the folder and asked about it. He recognized it as Matsukawa’s instantly, and explained that it belonged to his boyfriend. The customer introduced themselves as the owner of a local gallery, showcasing artists and photographers in the area. He gave Iwaizumi his number for the gallery, and said that Matsukawa should call him if he ever wants to sell his photos.

- Of course, as soon as his next break came, Iwaizumi called Issei, telling him what happened. When the four of them were home in the apartment that night, they all assured him that he should call the gallery owner.

- Eventually he did so, and was told that the gallery wanted to buy his photos and put them up in a show. He was shocked, as nobody had offered to buy his photos before. Eventually, he made a deal with the gallery owner, who supposedly wanted photos from the folder he had seen in the coffee shop.

- He went through the folder to see what he would be willing to sell, and embarrassedly realized that said folder was full of nothing more than photos of him and his boyfriends.

- Oikawa and Hanamaki in their Pajamas, curled up together on the couch watching a movie.

- Iwaizumi and Hanamaki working together to make dinner, more or less. Hanamaki had his arms around Iwaizumi’s waist with his chin resting on his shoulder as he watched him cut vegetables.

- Oikawa mid serve, the back of his body towards the camera, with the light shining in front of him.

- Iwaizumi leaning against Mastukawa’s shoulder, half asleep. His eyes drooped shut, and his usually furrowed eyebrows were relaxed, as he looked up at Matsukawa with a lazy smile.

- Hanamaki standing at his easel, a paint brush in hand as he stared intently at whatever he was painting. His cheek had a smear of blue paint on it, which he had forgotten about until the next morning.

- for Matsukawa, a lot of these photos were really personal; glimpses into his life with his boyfriend; parts of his life that he wanted nobody else to see.

- He eventually decided to sell the few photos that he had copies of. One of Oikawa lying on Hanamakis chest, smiling up at him as he runs his hands through his unnaturally pink hair. Another was of Iwaizumi, pressing a soft kiss to Oikawas injured knee, as he helps him remove his brace. The third was Oikawa, Hanamaki, and Iwaizumi lying together on their shared bed. Both Iwaizumi and Hanamaki were asleep, but Oikawas eyes were sligtly open, and he was staring at Matsukawa with pure love and adoration in his eyes, as if he didn’t realize the camera existed.

- The photos were hard for him - emotionally - to sell. He felt as if he was selling secret pieces of his relationship; pieces that even his older sisters (another headcanon) had never even seen. With the others encouragement, he managed it.

- He was a bit shocks when he received quite a bit more money than he thought he would for the photos. He hadn’t expected so much, based on the initial price they had told him. The first day of the gallery presenting his photos, he found out why he had gotten so much.

- his section had been titled ‘Matsukawa Issei - Everlasting Love’ and featured more than just the photos he had chosen to sell. There were more that contained him; ones that he thought had been thrown in his desk drawer and forgotten about; he had never liked seeing pictures of himself. There was also photos from when the four of them were younger. Some in highschool, and even middle school. It showed them playing volleyball together, watching movies together, even studying together.

- there was at least twenty extra photos. Some were blown up to be larger than others, and some remained the same size as they had been in his folders.

- he was just about to turn and ask the gallery owner how he’d gotten the extra photos, when he noticed that the other three were smiling at him. He then realized that they had probably gone through his photos, and looked for ones that they thought should’ve been in the show, and sent them to the owner. He wanted to feel angry about it, but he couldn’t. He knew they had meant to do it to make him happy, so he accepted it.

- as the show went on, people continuously came up to them. Some said that their relationship was wrong; that it was a sin, or it was cheating or being greedy and selfish. Others said they loved the way he presented each of his boyfriends differently, showing the way he pictures them in his head. By the end of the show, he had three more galleries wanting to purchase his photos.

Somebody please take my phone away from me. I should not be allowed to write things like this. I have even more headcanons about photographer Mattsun, but I’m not going to add anymore right now.

Please send me requests in my ask box! I’m no an idea generating robot, ya know. 🤗

Richonne(A dark skin reflection)

If you follow me, or have seen my posts, you know I am super Richonne affiliated. Why? I just love them. Not only do I love the characters, but the actors who portray the ship, Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira, do so perfectly.

But why do I just love them? It’s more than the trope of, “I am a dark skinned woman, thus I love this pairing because of that.” I love this pairing because of it’s bravery. Even in this modern world, others still can’t get over the fact that the most popular love interest for a white male lead CAN BE a dark skinned woman. It is not a crime. We need some loving too. Diversity, Inclusion, Representation: I’m all here for it.

Now this actress, Danai Gurira, is intelligent. Highly intelligent. How she handles criticism of this role, and let’s face it, the extreme hate she receives because of it, astounds me(I have never even seen a single retort back to the hate). She is nothing but a class act. I respect her because she understands how important it is to see a WOMAN who is beautiful, strong, complex, but knows she does not fit the standard acceptance of beauty.(She is super beautiful though. I would kill for her body, uggggggh).This makes her highly targeted, and often the only one singled out. Often times, when people down this ship, I’ll look at their profile and see countless photos of Norman Reedus, Andrew Lincoln, Jeffrey Dean Morgan, and Tom Payne, but never much Michonne (Oh okay, Michonne is your favorite character, but I ain’t seen her ass in any picture or gifset I done flicked by on your dash. But I digress).

We are talking about the most watched show in television history. This coupling is seen over the entire world. What blows my mind even more is that the lead star, you know Andrew Lincoln, has actively campaigned for the pairing to be realized on the television screen. Now, this man has not seen one episode of his own show, but is aware of the magnitude that the Rick and Michonne pairing would have on the world.

He has constantly said that this relationship would be inevitable, and now that it has come to fruition, I start seeing mini Merle’s come out the wood works. (What I’m seeing when I read hot button words like “cringe,” “uncomfortable,” “I just don’t understand,” “no chemistry,” “Rick’s not good enough for Michonne,” makes me upset.) Y'all really want to say, “That’ll be the day I see a nigga kissing Rick.”(At least Rick let Merle know what day it was). Ain’t no white meat or dark meat homeslice, lol.

So, what gets me is that I constantly hear “Michonne is great we love her. She is a bad ass. She is my favorite character. But, and l want you to listen to this big ass but, I don’t like her with Rick, our white male hero. She can take care of his kids and kill for him, put her life on the line for him, but not love him. That’s too much. That’s crossing the line.” I’ll proceed to ask why and get responses like. “I don’t like two strong characters together.”(Oh, so you like strong ass Daryl and strong ass Caryl together? Or a strong Maggie/strong Glenn? Or, strong Daryl with a strong Jesus?). OK, gotcha. Or, “I never saw this coming.” (I never saw Trump becoming president, shit happens). Roll with it.

I’ve recently read, “I can’t wait for her to die.”(Thanks for waiting, she won’t). Or, “why are you always attacking us for an opinion”(why you all up in the Richonne tag lurking and getting angry cause we getting spoiler after spoiler and just dancing and drinking our wine, eating our popcorn and preparing our caskets for 7b).

Guess what, I’m not fond of a lot of things. I don’t like watching water polo( I don’t actively care if others know that fact or not). That’s like me going on every social media account and screaming to everyone “I like all water sports, swimming, diving, you name it, but I don’t know, water polo makes me uncomfortable. I want to barf when I see water polo. That’ll be the day I see water polo being played.” (See, that sounds silly as hell). This is how y'all sound with your dehydrated selves.

Richonners, y'all are lovely people. I’ve never liked a fandom so much. Nothing but positivity comes from us. I even support many other ships ( Caryl, desus, gleggie, tara/ denise, aaron/eric. I even low key ship carol/Morgan, carol/Ezekiel). So just stop it haters. Stop lying to yourselves.

That dark skin has some mighty power, if it gets your panties in a bunch like that. Here’s some Gatorade for that salt y'all be losing in the tag.

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A Day in Bed - Continued Blurb

Another ‘Day in Bed’ blurb, the second part of this blurb

“Ah, ah. Tell me how bad you want it,” She furrows her brows and reaches for his shoulders but he grabs hold of them, gently pinning them beside her head. “Tell me how you want it and I’ll give it to you.”

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anonymous asked:


I HAVE SO MANY ITS INSANE *WHIPS OUT MY HEADCANON BOOK* (also this is all pure AU and modern) 

  • Veronica and JD have spontaneous road trips together after graduation. They would open a map of North America and close their eyes and randomly select a point to go to. They don’t bring anything with them but themselves, some money, a backpack of their clothes, and JD’s motorbike. BONUS: During one of their spontaneous road trips, JD gets to pick the location and brings Veronica to Seattle and proposes there because dEAD GIRL WALKING   

  • JD buys a polaroid camera and tries to take countless photos of Veronica, but Veronica is highkey camera shy; so all of his photos are her trying to cover her face using various objects like books, vases, and sometimes animals. (REFER TO THIS ARTICLE)

  • MODERN & PURE AU: one night, they plan to have a stay in date night; JD returns from work, usually dinner (especially if it’s a stay in date night) would be made because Veronica is an overachiever and makes it a goal of hers to be the dominate person in the relationship (in both ways wink wonk) He searches for Veronica, but nobody is found. Instead, there is a note on the counter and a nerf gun. The note is from Veronica, it says; the first one to get hit with a bullet makes dinner. 

  • Veronica is a crazy Disney fan, she loves old and new Disney (unless it’s the Disney Channel shows cause those are absolute trash) she cried for a good 2 hours when Girl Meets World series finale finished but literally exploded with joy at the announcement of ‘Raven’s Home’ and the Tangled TV Series. She’s a sucker for Disney Movies and always watches them much to JD’s dismay (he’s never liked them because it reminded him of his mom; Veronica accidentally showed him Bambi and JD didn't talk to her for a few days). However, when they watch Descendants and new more improved Disney movies/shows, JD’s heart explodes and his whole view on Disney changes. They take a spontaneous road trip to Disney World. And they go as dead versions of Mickey and Minnie during Halloween much to Martha’s disagreement of how the two mice are supposed to be happy people. 


anonymous asked:

"The Yuuri who greeted all of his fans after the competitions with a shy sincerity, signing every poster pushed his way and taking countless photos, stoping to talk to each one individually and never missing or dismissing a single one." If only you knew Vitya, if only you knew.

One of the big changes from canon to umfb!Yuuri is in canon Yuuri doesn’t treat Minami very well because he doesn’t really know how to deal with admiration but in umfb he does everything he can to avoid anyone ever feeling like he did after what happened with Viktor

penyunne  asked:

top 5 pictures of Kaoru's nose

Like seriously every picture of Kaoru is a great picture of his nose??? So this was difficult to narrow down okay. In no particular order:

???? With bonus this entire photoset and honestly there are just so many good ones out there what even

Tododekuweek, Day 6
Prompt: Memories


“Just one photo more!”

Shouto sighed, before smiling at his lover. “The last one though. We don’t have much time until the train arrives, Izuku.”

“Of course!”

Izuku eyes sparkle, as he holds the camera. He looks so alive, and Shouto can’t help but think the photos are worth it. So, so worth it, he thinks.

After all Izuku is laughing happily.

The photo is made and Shouto looks at his watch - it’s time, they have to go or they’ll be too late.

“Izuku! Come on!”


Once they are home, Izuku has a new photo album, which is filled with photos of countless things and moments - he places it to his other 20 or something, and Shouto sighs.

“Isn’t that tiring to you? Always shooting photos?”

Izuku is checking his camera. He softly shakes his head. “Nope, I enjoy it!”


Izuku grins, as he holds his camera up and takes a photo of Shouto.

“Because you are so pretty, Shoucchan.”

Shouto can’t stop himself from blushing.

And then it happens.

A car horrible accident and Izuku is the victim.

The drunk man at fault has been taken in custody, but that doesn’t stop Shouto from crying weeks after the accident.

Then one day, he stumbles upon a photo album laying in Izuku’s office and he picks it up. He remembers asking Izuku about it once.

Memories is written on the cover and he opens it, only to blink - there are various pictures of him, and beforehe can stop himself, he is crying again.

Of course, only Izuku could be such are dork.

“I’m gathering memories of precious things in this album.”

As Izuku said that, he expected it to be sights of landscapes and stuff like that, not photos of him smiling.

Then Shouto looks at the camera laying on the same table.

He picks it up, and he knows he is starting anew.

hbujustin  asked:

Omg hi ! Can i first just say I can't get over your stories and I love them soooo much !! I was wondering if you could do a ambw loco imagine where you're at the studio flirting with dean and he puts you in your place, roughly *wink wink*


“Dean~ stop!” You whined gently crawling onto the singer’s lap trying to get your phone back. He laughed lifting up your phone higher snooping around into your photo gallery making little ‘o’s’ and ‘ahs’ at you. It was just something he did whenever you came to the AOMG studio and he was there. Which you teased Jay was so much you didn’t understand how come Dean just didn’t sign with them. You typically stayed in Hyukwoo’s room because he was your boyfriend so you were always with him. But Dean would always come lurking around and end up sitting with you, annoying you to no end or doing his very best to fluster you. Today was no different. He was teasing you about the countless photos that you had taken and yes, a bit was provocative because you wanted to tease Loco at work, but in your defense, you had on most of your clothes. At least until Dean figured out how to find your privacy lock that you had on some of the photos. You were in Dean’s lap wrestling with him for your phone, legs straddled on either side of him when said boyfriend walked through the door with Gray ready to rip Dean’s head off.

“Aye, what the fuck is going on here?” Loco asked letting his voice raise a bit. You jumped slightly in Dean’s lap looking back at your boyfriend who was staring at you waiting for an answer. He was never like this, usually he was happy go lucky and he loved smiling and making people laugh. But here he was pissed, a jealous boyfriend and you had to admit it was a fucking turn on.

“I needed to get what was mine.” You muttered flicking your tongue against your bottom lip staying perched where you were. You were a tease yes, and you never regretted playing with fire because he for the most part let you off. Even if he gave you the silent treatment it didn’t last long before he was back to holding and kissing you like nothing ever happened. But you must have not noticed how Dean was staring at your brown skin, the tips of your mounds poking out from the low-cut tank top that gave him a good view. Not to mention that the shorts you had on were rising up your smooth brown skin, your hair you left in curls today deciding not to straighten it out because it was just too hot outside. And your pouty lips, Dean just wanted to kiss him but he knew you were with Loco so he never approached you, just secretly flirted with you like now while the male was gone.

“Did you need to get it while you were on his lap?” Loco asked crossing his arms over his chest and suddenly you felt like a scolded child who wanted her way.

“As a matter of fact, I did.” You glowered at him letting your hands rest on Dean’s chest because why not see how far you could push him? It was not a good idea. Dean brought his hands up to your thigs, an automatic response from the position and the look on Hyukwoo’s face made you regret everything you said but you weren’t backing down. You saw his eyes lock onto Dean’s hand for a split second and he didn’t say anything. Lifting an eyebrow, he cleared his throat locking his jaw before he opened his mouth to speak.

“Alright, everyone but Y/N get out.” Loco muttered and when no one moved he raised his voice. “Do I need to fucking repeat myself? Dean get the fuck out. Gray take him in your room entertain him because I’m close to making some remarks I’ll regret later.” No matter how much Dean liked to flirt he was still a man and he wanted to respect Loco so he pushed you off of him gently, his hands on your hips only to make sure you didn’t fall but that only upset Loco more causing a deep growl to rumble from his chest. Dean placed your phone in your lap giving an apologetic smile before he ran past Loco not even looking in his direction. Loco slammed the door looking at you after he turned his hat on backwards.

“What the hell Hyukwoo!” You shouted at him standing up as well walking a few feet from him. “How dare you be so mean to him!”

“How dare I? How fucking dare I? No how fucking dare YOU sit on another man’s lap like it’s ok especially when that man is eye fucking you every time you look off.” Loco pointed a finger at you and you knew he was pissed but once again you were the type to try and get out of it and today would be no different.

“You have all these girls eye fucking you on stage and I have to put up with it!” You pouted still shouting but it turned into a whine trying to give a cute approach.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He stared letting his eyes bare into yours, his dark brown orbs seemed to be on fire by the way he was watching you. “You are always complaining and bitching about my fans and how they eye fuck me! I barely can sing to a girl in the audience without you getting pissed off and thinking I’m leaving you because I show attention to people!” He had a point, which pissed you off and made you go for a second defense.

“You’re always on Hoody!” You brought her up. “And I don’t fucking bitch watch your mouth Hyukwoo don’t piss me off.” You threatened bracing your feet because you didn’t want to step closer.

“I fucking said it already. Hoody is my friend! And she is the only fucking girl here! What do you want me to say we all talk to her and if I wanted anyone other than the one in front of me bitching me out I would be with them.” He reminded stepping closer to you.

“Don’t call me a bitch.”

“I said you were bitchy. Don’t like it?” He asked stepping closer moving you back a bit.

“Fuck you. I’m not bitchy or a bitch. You’re the bitchy one here.” You taunted back balling up your hands because you were passed embarrassed and upset at the fact that he didn’t let you win.

Loco chuckled roughly grabbing you by your shirt he crashed his lips against yours before he was making his way to push you against the mixer board your stomach pressed against different dials and controls as he bent you over, your heart rate spiked up because you didn’t expect him to do such a thing, teeth clamped between your lips you were a screaming mess once he hit your ass. His hand landing down on your right ass cheek before he would move to the left and alternate not stopping until his hand was close to numb and your ass looked like it was turning red as well as your legs. With one hand moving up he harshly gripped at your hair making you arch your back as his free hand gripped onto your ass cheek pulling it and pressing you back close to him.

“What are you then? A slut? A fucking little whore that just likes to be in guys laps hmm?” He teased you knowing that it turned you on and you hated it when he called you such things because it wasn’t supposed to turn you on.

“N-no I’m not!” You pouted squirming as he kept you arched, your panties were slowly soaking as he ground his hips against yours letting your ass cheek go only to grab it again and slap it watching the flesh jiggle.

“Could’ve fooled me. I think you are. I think you’re a fucking dirty slut who doesn’t know how to only please one dick. So how are you going to please two? Every time I push in you need to adjust. But that’s ok, you want to act like my dirty little slut. I’ll treat you like one.” His words made your stomach knot up. It had been so long since you too had indulged in the act of angry sex. Rough fucking without the love making just an urge to feel and be felt. Loco moved his hand from your hair to grip at your shorts and pull them down your legs. You squirmed and moved trying to put up a little fight but it was all for the fun of it, you wanted it and he knew you were soaked for him. Loco placed his hand on the dip of your lower back keeping you trapped in place as he undid his zipper pulling his hard dick out of his jeans but keeping them fastened.

Loco slipped your panties to the side holding onto them he looked down at your wet slit tapping his dick against your wet soaked out slit chuckling as he teased you. “Oh, so you’re not daddy’s little slut huh? Then why are you wet?” He asked whispered against your ear. His dick dragging against your folds, his tip rubbing against your pussy as he spread your legs wider with his own. Whimpers dragged from your lips as you placed your hands on the clear glass in front of you shutting your eyes you tried not to rock your hips backwards for him but that was not an easy task. Still you didn’t speak and Loco was glad that you were defiant because he had a trick up his sleeve. “Alright then baby girl.”

With that one phrase, he moved his hips to drag his member back and plunge into your pussy causing your body to give a harsh jerk and lurch forward. He chuckled lazily, letting his hand hold onto your hip as the other one went to grab at your hair again. He didn’t waste any time pounding into your tight little pussy, the feeling and stretch alone had you ready to cum. Your breath was starting to leave your body, your hands were starting to slip down the glass from the sweat. Your lust blown eyes were closed and your lips were parted. His name ended up rolling off of your tongue as he switched his angle aiming for your spot. Once he found it he missed it on purpose, basking in the feeling of your warm tight walls clamping down on his thick erection that was throbbing inside of you. Hyukwoo moved his hand up to let go of your hips and reach it around towards your pussy, letting his fingers rub at your wet pink bud as he worked his hips against yours. His other hand left your hair and traveled to around your neck where he squeezed lightly applying pressure. His hips sped up and he was slamming into you purposefully missing your spot so that he could punish you for what you did. His mouth parted as he chanted your name, letting the sweat drip off his forehead he knitted his eyebrows together focusing on how good it felt to pound at your wet insides that dripped down his dick and onto his balls. Looking down at you with hooded eyes Hyukwoo squeezed a little harder at your neck to cut off your air rolling his hips he tried to fuck you into the mixer board knowing that you were going to be sore after this. Once he was sure he was close to cumming he started to fuck you against your spot. Your mouth dropped open as louder cries erupted from your lips. You were so frustrated with him because it felt so good, how he drug himself against your walls and how you could feel all of him, his veins his throbbing length. It made your eyes scream in complete euphoria. You knew at any time you were going to cum soon for him, you loved it when he choked you or pulled your hair or did anything to make you feel like he was in control. Your hips slapped back against his as his thrusts became erratic and you knew he wasn’t going to last long. His fingers rubbing harder at your clit, in a circular fast motion that made you squirm and grit your teeth. Hyukwoo gave it a few more thrusts until he was spilling his cum inside of your pussy with a moan, he moved his hand from your clit and angled his hips so that he was no longer pressing against your spot as his hips surged forward and he buried his cum inside of you. He pulled back quickly so that you couldn’t even cum, smiling as his cum trickled down your parted legs. You were wobbling against his mixer board and he couldn’t help but take his phone out and take a picture of you. Leaning down he pulled up your shorts and moved your panties back to place before he fixed himself up.

“You’re not going to finish me off?” You asked him horrified as he walked towards the door panting with a lazy smile on his face biting his lips. You could feel his cum continuing to seep out of your pussy, and you were so mad you felt like you could cry. He had never done this to you before.

“Baby girls usually don’t cum unless the daddy thinks they deserve to. And you baby girl have been one naughty vixen for a while now. So now, you don’t get to cum until later maybe. And if you touch yourself, I will always know. So, I suggest you place night and wait for daddy to get back.” Hyukwoo chuckled as he opened the door walking out before he snapped his fingers turning to your flustered upset state against the mixer board. “Call Dean if you want to. I’m sure he would love to keep you company.” Sending you a kiss he walked out the room and you threw a silent temper tantrum waiting for the moment you could retaliate or beg for forgiveness.

bookstore muse

◦ pairing: reader x namjoon

◦ rating: pg

◦ word count: 1.3k

◦ request: @namjoonspinkhair this is for you my love! i’m glad you were my secret santa and i hope you enjoy this!

a/n: Honestly that one video of Joonie in the bookstore is such boyfriend quality that I honestly don’t know what to do with myself when I see it.

m a s t e r l i s t

Perhaps it was the variety of creatures one could find there, or maybe it was simply the comforting hum of the unhurried bustle. Upstairs children tugged their mothers coats, pleading for this or that, holding some picture book or comic in their hands. Across from them, tables were hidden between the shelves with college students craning over themselves in strange angles, their hands flying across the page. They slaved away for the whole day with stacks of books beside them: fiction, nonfiction, poetry, biography, cooking, religion, philosophy, you name it– it sat patiently beside them, not even begging for attention. Just the fact that they had been selected from the shelf was enough. Downstairs, where I sat now, the cafe murmured with a gentle pace. Whatever it was about this place, the bookstore always housed my favorite models.

Beside me, in a table for two, a man slammed his stack of books down. He wore all black, topped even with a black beanie, a laptop bag draped from his shoulder. He mumbled an apology to no one in particular and neatened his stack of books, ordering them by size: The Owl Service, Almost Transparent Blue, Man Box. My hands searched idly for the surface of the paper.

He pulled his laptop out of his bag, clearing his throat as he opened it. I glanced over at him, a gasp nearly dropping from my lips as I recognized him. Kim Namjoon. Otherwise known as Rap Monster, but in my head, he was just Joonie. I tucked my strands of my hair behind my ear, hoping that if he looked this way he might at least go home remembering the cute girl who sat next to him at the bookstore cafe.

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iRobot (Jumin x MC)

One day you go missing, and Jumin’s life begins to fall into shambles.

Word Count: 911

I’m so sorry for the late upload! I’ve been busy all day, I’m sincerely sorry! Anyhow, thank you and have a lovely day! 

Lmao, I’m going to sleep for 20 years.

This is based on a song of the same name by Jon Bellion, the link is here


You had left that day to just go pick something up, insisting you’d be fine and be back in a moment’s notice, the same familiar smile on your face as you told him goodbye. 

He should’ve gone with you.

Maybe you’d still be here. 

He had become worried as the hours began to pass, eventually finding the morning shift into the afternoon, and the afternoon morph into the evening. 

Eventually, he called and reported a missing person.

Yet he prayed with every fiber of his being that he was wrong. 

That in a moment you’d open the door, giving excuses and apologizing, peppering his face in his kisses to calm down.

You never did, however.

Your face was plastered on every format imaginable, the news not even passing a day without mentioning your absence.

It was a suspected kidnapping.

The very thing he adored most, the very epitome of his heart and soul, gone without a trace.

It was a field day for the press.

Yet an apocalypse for Jumin.

Soon, reporters and people came crawling at his door, asking questions of his sorrow and mourning.

And Jumin began to shut down.

The immense grief and concern wore him down to near nothing, his body weighed down like cinderblocks 

His heart felt as though it was being torn to shreds piece by piece, each day you were gone, his desperation only intensifying.

What if someone hurt you?

Were you lost?

Were you dead?

The idea left him at a complete and utter stopping point, his blood frozen and mind blank at the very possibility. 

It seemed his thoughts were drenched with you even more than usual, the memories of your beautiful heart and tender voice being the only thing keeping him breathing.

Yet days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. 

It seemed to be an endless cycle of despair. 

Until there was nothing even left of him but a hollow shell. 

For if you being beside him brought the spring, then you being gone brought a frozen tundra.

Outside he was cold and emotionless, his words constantly sharp and annoyed, where behind closed doors he was a mess, tearstains engraving his face for the night, recalling the days of endless joy with you.

Now the world seemed gray, the color being drained when you left your home. 

He was once a human.

Breathing and thinking, a heart swelling with love for you brighter and bigger than the very sun itself.

He had passion and desire, an ocean of soul and devotion because of you.

And while the love remained he became empty otherwise, his body a constant machine merely staying alive.

There was no more light.

Without you, there was nothing thoughtless and empty, numb to the pain.

Yet the love for you.

That was still there.

It was the only thing keeping him going.

He and the clocks began going in an equal motion, a constant ticking down of the clock, night and day both entirely different worlds.

Yet both completely and utterly gray and void.

What point even was there to enjoying the world about him, if he couldn’t share it with what was most precious to him?


And yet when it all appeared to be too much, that he was nearing his end, he thought of you.

Your hearts would always be together, just as entwined as your hands once were.

You wouldn’t want him to disappear. 

You wouldn’t want him to leave this life.

Yet he couldn’t deny, some days his gaze lingered on his options.

But it always came back to you.

And your soothing words.

Everything came back to you.

However, one day, things changed.

He had woken up, his body heavier than skyscrapers as his lids opened, legs swinging over.

He didn’t even take off his wedding ring now, his fingers drifting over it, remembering your laughter and delight as you placed it onto his finger.

Did you still wear yours?

The thought remained as he got ready for the day, his eyes dull and face quietly contorted to that of anguish and vexation.

 He prepared to leave, staring out onto his countless photos and remnants of you, his heart aching with each memory drifting into his head.

Yet without these memories, he would’ve disappeared with you the second you were missing. 

His hand hung at the door, an imagination running in his head that nearly brought something like joy.

What if you were on the other side?

Eager to see him.

What a dream.

Yet as he opened the door, he was greeted by this dream.

And it was not his imagination.

The very thing that brought his world color, that left his heart erupting with adoration and joy he had never known, filling his days with laughter and smiles unlike every before.

The very thing more precious than all of the jewels and wealth in the world.


You had found your way home.

You had found your way to him.

time to share even more Briggs headcanons (>‿◕✿)

  • While attending an automail expo in Rush Valley, Neil fell in love with the local tiny cacti and took some back home with him. He now has an ever-expanding collection of cacti and succulents in his workshop and spends a lot of time devising more efficient heat lamps to keep them warm.
  • Patricia quite enjoys photography as a hobby and, as one of the only residents of the fort with her own camera, has been appointed Fort Photographer. Her extensive photo collection includes a lot of scenery and landscapes, some pictures of local wildlife (most of them blurry), and countless photos of her Briggs Bros (ranging from beautiful portraits to unflattering ambush shots).
  • On laundry days, anyone in the lower level of the fort will have to work around a lot of drying clothes, since the basement is the only level of the fort where damp clothes won’t immediately freeze when hung to dry. Depending on the amount of laundry, clothesline placement can get very creative.
  • Briggs coffee may be notoriously bad, but everything else that comes out of the kitchens is a lot better. Anyone feeling a spot of culinary inspiration is welcomed into the cooking rotation, and everyone in the fort is encouraged to share family recipes. New recruits often find their homesickness eased a little when they come across a familiar meal in the mess hall.
  • A popular pastime in the fort involves standing behind Buc and sneaking decorations and trinkets into his braid. Items include but are not limited to: flowers, extra ribbons and bows, small feathers, hair clips, and festive or seasonal decorations. Regardless of what he has in his hair on any given day, he still terrifies the new recruits.
Miles between what we say and what we mean

MP100 Valentines Week
Day 4; Aquarium

pairing: terumob

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Teruki isn’t stupid. Far from it, actually.

He prides himself on a quick wit and a sharp analytical mind, always planning two steps ahead no matter who he’s with and where they are, and his psychic abilities wouldn’t be anywhere near their current level without an obscene amount of study. He knows a little bit about every subject, give or take, and what he finds he doesn’t know he’s quick to learn.

And so he knows, on a fundamental level, that wanting something and having it are two very different creatures.

As much as he might want Shigeo, Teruki is aware that he can’t have him.

For the most part, he’s comfortable with that.

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Adventure (Mafia!Jungkook)

Plot: A secret relationship with mafia!Jungkook

Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Word Count: 858

A/N: so this is a bit short bc the next part (which is for the most part written so when you guys wanna read it, let me know !!) is gonna be a big part and I just wanted this to add some more to the relationship so I added a bit of fluff and I was listening to Lost Stars and the line of “take my hand, let’s see where we wake up tomorrow” for some reason hit me so hard so this entire thing is literally just that one singular line bc of that soft lil breathy voice and his emotions while singing and fuck I think I need a hug he sounded so sad I’m not over this but moving on before I start fucking crying, the link for this is mafia!Jungkook (here)

“Do you know where we’re going?” you laughed as you followed him down the empty street, taking his outstretched hand.

“Nope. But let’s find out.”

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June 1985 finds the Wheelers, Byers, and Harrington families piled outside a convention center, pushing through the crowds to find their kids.

Mike finds Nancy first, her shoulders draped with cords and stoles from her many achievements at Hawkins High.  He runs to hug his sister, trying to correctly balance his feelings of she did it and how the hell am I going to survive the next four years without her.  

Steve manages to break away from his mother’s constant readjusting of his hair and clothes when he sees Nancy, running up and picking her off the ground in a hug.  She shrieks but hugs him back all the same, laughing as he spins her around and peppers her face with kisses.  After he sets her down, Karen sweeps him into a hug, muttering praise about how proud she is of him and how happy she is that he’s basically become part of their family.  He laughs it off, and Nancy pretends not to see the way he tears up at the words.  

They hold off on finding Jonathan, knowing he needs the most time with his family out of all of them.  They spend their time taking countless photos– Steve with Nancy, Nancy with her siblings, Steve with Nancy’s siblings… the list goes on.  The Harringtons join them momentarily, but soon wander off again to socialize with other parents and faculty members.  Steve doesn’t really care, not when he’s carrying Holly on his back, and Ted claps him on the shoulder proudly.

Jonathan ends up finding them, surprising them with a snapped photo of the two of them talking. Joyce and Will are right behind him, all of their face red from laughing and crying.  Steve and Nancy light up immediately, and Nancy sprints to tackle him in a hug.  Steve wraps them both up in a hug, and they all laugh and sputter nonsense about how they can’t believe it’s finally over. They stay there for close to ten minutes, just embracing each other desperately, their graduation caps hitting the other’s annoyingly and their cords slipping off their shoulders.  They don’t care about what anybody says or thinks anymore. They’re moving on to better things.

gudetamazing  asked:

Hey Jin! May I request a comforting Ravus with OC going through a hard event in their life? Many please and thank yous ;;

In need of Comfort | Ravus Nox Fleuret x Reader | Fluff

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One would say Ravus Nox Fleuret was callous, rude, uncaring and harsh.

His girlfriend would say otherwise.

She would say he is caring, loving, sensitive and a bit dorky.

Ravus had been ready for work heading down the hallway from his office carrying papers to see his girlfriend on their bed sitting crying, shaking hair all disheveled. That was rare she didn’t cry often a tough woman normally so whatever it was it was important. He immediately called work and changed clothes, wearing a pair of black sweat pants, purple tank top with his hair pulled back in a ponytail.

He was boiling water for the tea kettle making her a herbal tea along with some sugar cookies. He didn’t like seeing her like this so he did what he could to help her as he wasn’t really skilled with dealing with such things. Heading up the stairs and back to the room he sat down next to her, handing her the elegant blue and white tea cup.

“Would you like a drink, my sweet?” He asked, in a soft tone.

“Yes…” She sniffled shakily reaching for the teacup, Ravus reached out cupping her hands so she wouldn’t spill any of the tea, on her and harm her.

“What has happened, sweet?” He asked after a few moments of silence, feeding her a sugar cookie.

“Don’t you have work?” She questioned, concerned about his job.

“Today is about you, I called off it is fine. You are sad I am here for you, just like you are always here for me.”

“My aunt passed away last night.” She said hiccupping leaning against him picking up the photo album that had countless photos of her and family.

Her family was close knit and he loved that, her aunt had been a huge influence on who she was a person. The person he fell in love with. Wrapping a arm around her hugging her tightly he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I am sorry my love, I know that she was really important to you.” Ravus said softly, moving his hand back rubbing her back softly and comfortingly with his Magitek arm.

“She was important to me, she helped me a lot growing up Ray.” She sobbed a little calling him by his pet name.

“Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more. You will appreciate each day more now my sweet. Keep her in your heart and in your memories and she will always be with you.” Ravus said sagely pulling her onto his lap as he placed the teacup and tray down.

“You are right…” She answered burying her face into his chest wrapping arms around him holding him close.

Ravus peppered several kisses on her forehead, wrapping his arms around her holding her closer rocking her a little. Reaching for the photo album he looked at it smiling at a photo of her when she was tiny behind held by her aunt.

“Would you tell me about her? So then she will always be in my heart and can live on that way?” He asked handing her the photo album.

“I would love to do that, Ravus. You two would have gotten together really well too bad she lived so far away from here.” She said cheering up at the thought grabbing the album from him.

She started from the beginning and started telling him stories about her aunt and the wonderful things about her. The whole time he stroked her back calming her, giving her soft kisses everyone once in a while.

When you looked in your camera roll for the first time in so long,
and all you saw were countless photos of me and us together, did you feel a sudden rush of affection for me? Did you smile, remembering how you felt when you captured me in my candid moments?
Then, did you proceed to delete them?
Or did you save them elsewhere to look at in a few years’ time?
—  reminsces

Notes: so this one is a little more serious then my normal. It involves a panic attack and depression, please be careful when reading. Requests are open!

•you were a child model for a while
•and you hated it, people would tell you how to look and how to move
•it was awful, but it was your moms dream and you were only seven
•so you held your tongue and did as told
•commercials, magazines, tv, movies, you were everywhere
•but not for what you wanted to be
•it was because you were adorable that you were everywhere, not for your talent or your smarts
•you were treated like an object, a doll that was supposed to sit still and look pretty
•when you turned eighteen, everything came to a stop
•no more acting, no more commercials, nothing
•you wanted no part of being in the public eye
•but you needed a job, and the only thing besides sitting still and looking pretty that you were good at was photography
•you had countless photo shoots, and photographers would tell assistants what camera they needed and stuff
•and you picked up on it, and could tell cameras apart and knew what the best setting was
•so from modeling, you became a photographer
•you had friends who worked in the business and let you take their pictures
•and you got a boost in the world, sure it was help but this world was tough
•each day was different, models couldn’t be anymore different from each other if they tried
•models like Jeon Somi had taken over your spot, and you were glad but you know how it felt being in the spotlight
•so whenever you were with the young girl, you would treat her like your equal and would give her advice
•and because of that she’d talk about you on variety shows she went on
•continuing to boost you into the photography world
•you started to work with very popular models
•Kim Seokjin, Kim junmyeon, Wendy and so many more
•it was thrilling, these were people who wanted to be in the position that you hated

•on rare days off, you liked to take walks in the park, go to cafes, anywhere that gave you inspiration
•so one Monday where you had no work, you bundled up in your favorite coat and scarf and started to walk
•having no place in mind, you let your feet carry you to where they wanted
•so when you found yourself at a park, you just continued to walk
•there was a huge pond near the play area, and a few ducks were swimming inside
•making you coo at them from afar, because ducks are cute but also terrifying
•but what scared you more then the ducks, was a hand tapping you on the shoulder
•you spun around and looked at the person, ready to fight if needed
•"Hi! My name is Seokmin, I’m looking for someone who can model right now. Are you free?“
•a look at him and you could see that he was stressed, bags were under his eyes, his nails looked bitten to the skin, and he was wearing pajama pants while wearing the top of a tux
•"yeah, I’m free. What do you need.”
•you hated modeling but this man just looked like he needed to rest and if you rejected, he wasn’t gonna get that
•"I’ll take you to mingyu and josh now!!! Thank you!!!“
•pretty much getting dragged along, you let him take you to his workplace
•inside of the building was a fake spring set, flowers, and everything
•there was a group of people whisper yelling at each other
•when they saw seokmin, two boys ran over and grabbed you and started spinning you around
•"I’ll get the kit, get them in the clothes.”
•and the boy with high cheekbones was off
•"I’m soonyoung! I’m a manager!“
•before you could greet him, he shoved clothes at you and pushed you into a changing room
•and so you changed in record time, not wanting one of the boys to barge in while you were changing
•when you finished, you left the changing room
•right in front of the room was a boy holding a pink box
•he quickly introduced himself as mingyu and sat you down and did your makeup
•he rushed you out of the chair when your face was finished
•there seokmin was waiting for you
•when he saw you, his face broke into a grin that you thought his jaw would break
•"you look amazing! Have you thought of being a model?”
•letting a scoff you shake your head and ask him if you could hurry this up
•so he quickly takes you to where this boy is standing in front of a camera
•"jihoon! Jeonghan! I found someone!“
•both the photographer and model turn their head to look at you
•the photographer nods, as if saying that you match him
•so you get ushered next to the blonde boy, and sighing once more you start to remember the poses for modeling
•the photo shoot was supposed to look like a date in spring
•so you’re both in cute floral, pastel outfits even though it’s fall
•luckily you’re inside or else it’d be chilly
•so you have Jeonghan’s hand in yours, and your smiling a sweet smile at him, as if he had said something cute too you
•this went on for two hours, three clothes change laters, and a bottle of water
•you’re exhausted, and ready to leave
•as everyone’s packing up, and you’re allowed to get dressed in your own clothes
•jeonghan is waiting for you outside the changing room
•as you leave the room, for what you hope the last time
•"who are you? Why do you look so familiar?”
•looking at him and then sighing because he most likely saw you in the dark days
•"is this a pick up line? Because it’s not a good one.“
•of course you knew it wasn’t but who was he to get to know your backstory?
•he scoffed but there was amusement in his chocolate brown eyes
•you waved goodbye to to the male, and left the building, memories of the past came flooding back even though you tried to keep them away

•it had been months since you had modeled with jeonghan
•and as much as you loved photography and wanted to believe that you were good at it
•seeing jihoon’s pictures of jeonghan and you made you feel small somehow
•he managed to make it look like you and jeonghan were actually in love
•and you were frustrated by this, because emotions nope, you were married to work and it was a very happy relationship
•or so you thought, but jeonghan was different
•you had seen him in passing a few times, and witty banter had been a nice part in seeing him
•but what are these feelings????
•bicth take em bacb
•sadly these feelings remained
•and you had this huge ass crush on the blonde boys who’s smile sent your heart into overload
•he was kind yet he could be so mischievous, he deserved the world
•but could you give him that?
•the photos had come out of you two, and everyone had been surprised that you were a model for it
•but you said that was a one time thing and carried in with your life
•and everything went back to normal
•nope I’m lying
•you were receiving calls and requests every day, and they all wanted the same thing
•you to model and act again
•with each call and email, it started to break you
•because were they telling you that you aren’t good at your job?
•were you only a pretty face?
•you were spiraling back to the place you had left years ago
•the depressed part of you that left you feeling small and beaten
•Anxiety plagued your mind, filling it with thoughts that made your depression come back harder
•you weren’t taking pictures anymore
•there was no taking walks on days off
•no more “coincidentally” bumping into jeonghan
•all you wanted to do was sleep, you were so tired
•your mind seemed to never turn off these days, your email was flooded
•the voicemail had been fillies days ago
•but you couldn’t find it in you to care
•what was the point? Jeonghan deserved someone who could give him the stars and the moon
•not you, someone who couldn’t take pictures and was only a pretty face

•days passed into weeks, and eventually no one had seen you for the better part of a month
•the boys would come and knock on the door, your manager would come and tell you about new uprising models
•Jeonghan came
•you could tell from the soft breathing and the soft thump that signaled him putting his forehead on the door
•"y/n? Are you okay?“
•and that set you off, tears started streaming down your face, hiccups came out as you tried to breathe, only to find out that you were having an attack
•Jeonghan heard this and tried to open the door, its locked obviously
•but he tries his hardest
•and you want to open it, you do
•but would this be the end? Would he see you and decide that you’re not worth it?
•taking a blanket and putting it around you so you were bundled up, like that would help pretend you were alright
•and you unlocked the door, seeing Jeonghan for the first time in what felt like years
•"wanna come in?”
•you offered to the male who looked just as handsome as he did the day you met him
•he nodded and followed you into the living room, and sat stiffly on the couch
•you bundled yourself up in the blanket, preparing for the conversation that was sure to come
•he was letting you start the conversation, you draw the line where you wanted too
•he let you be in control, and that meant a lot
•"you deserve the moon, the stars, planets and so much more. I can’t give that to you, I can’t give anything. But I like you so much, I thought I was done with this. But I guess I’m still broken.”
•the laugh at the end was filled with anger and pain, and you were disgusted at yourself
•who were you to tell him your problems? He had his own, he didn’t need your dumb stupid ones.
•you were worthless, trash, an absolute disg-
•"I don’t deserve anything, y/n. You deserve happiness, why won’t you let yourself have that? I don’t need planets or the moon. I only want you.“
•you should be happy, thrilled even but the only thought in you mind is why
•and you feel fresh tears starting to drip out
•but these aren’t sad tears, they’re relieved ones
•you unbundle yourself, and hold out your arms
•letting your walls completely fall, allowing Jeonghan to hold you close to his heart
•where you can hear and feel his heart beating

•the walls fell down and there was no reason to rebuild them
•with Jeonghan by your side you could fight the world
•as long as he was standing next to you, that look in his eyes that he gets when he’s happy, it’ll be okay
•you’ll be alright