cries i need more of these two

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to let you know I love following your blog. Your art is absolutely gorgeous. You made me low key ship bakudeku which is impressive seeing as my OTP is kiribaku!! The way you draw Bakugou takes my breath away. He is so so good. I also really enjoy your kirikami pieces! Thank you so much for sharing your art with us. You truly are a wonderful person!

!! ; ; omgh really?? thank you so mUCH Aaahh it’s kindda really an honor to hear–! To bridge my love for boom boom and Bakudeku/Kirikami to another fellow boom boom fan (and a Kiribaku shipper nonetheless–!) makes feels like an accomplishment lmao hjnfjkdfjk  feels bad I havnt really drawn these two together so as a kinda apology/thank you…

here this just for you anon–! and any of my followers who are quiet kiribaku shippers lu

1. I wasn’t in love with you anymore, but god, this knocked the wind out of me.

2. You were just here.

3. You were just here.

4. Do you remember? The frozen food pressed to your shoulder, the way you shook with the knowledge of a barely avoided death?

5. My mouth. Yours.

6. I had been struggling with my old poems about you. You know, you were the first one I ever wrote. I had some questions for you, Cleveland. I suppose I don’t have them anymore.

7. It isn’t even seeing you kiss her that’s the problem. It’s that you share a table.

8. Maybe “wife” bothers me, too. I know how that word sounds, coming from you. Remember? Those long drives? Perhaps I still exist as your heart when you hit the road.

9. You still exist as mine when I hit the words.

10. I couldn’t read them aloud anymore, the poems. That old pain. It didn’t exist. We had chased it away with chocolate and cherries. Still, you occupy a shelf in the bright. In the cold .

11. You always have been impossibly careless with my heart. With my new lives, all of them.

12. There’s a Smiths song – if you were reading my texts I would send you it – it goes: and I’m not happy / and I’m not sad. I’m not sad, seeing you happy. She looks as full of light as I used to when you kissed me. I am glad for her. I know what you have to give.

13. It’s the loss of our friendship. More a removal. A reopened scar, from the last time. Remember, how we were friends? We’ve been so good at it. I can’t believe you won’t hear from me now. I couldn’t believe you wouldn’t hear from me, then. You know the words. 

14. I just wanted to wish you well. I just. I just wanted to be what I always have been. Yours, in whatever form we decide.

15. Nearly two years since we met and you still find new ways to let me down. I think it impresses me more than it wounds.

16. You told me all about her, remember? We discovered we had both loved ghosts, since the last time you cried on my couch. Do you remember? The things that we allow to haunt us take root in the end. I need to change my sheets.

17. I wonder if I am the ghost now. The woman you never had the courage to keep. Do I haunt you, darling? I can hear your voice saying yes. Feel the reach of your arms as I spin out of them, laughing. Do I echo?

18. You kissed me like you used to, the last time. You will again, the next. You always do.

19. In a poem I never got the chance to read you, I said that you exist suspended in time. In flashes of white sheets. Bathed in orange light on the Golden Gate Bridge. Spinning me around on a cold February evening. One year ago today.

20. One year ago today, you laid next to me. We cried about something that doesn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter then, either.

21. Do you remember the words? Of that last song at what we thought was the last breakfast. You sat me on your knee.

22. Your hands shook as you held me tight. I put my lips to your ear. Do you remember? The words. Say them with me.

23. In my own sick way / I’ll always stay true to you.

—  Upon Seeing Your New Girlfriend For The First Time. Charlotte Ford.
Chicken is DONE!!!!!

Sooooooooooo this ended up being a BIT longer than I originally intended… but who can resist the call of Ninoir! 

Since A. I don’t want to blow up your feeds and B. It’s been forever since part 1 anyways I have uploaded the whole story onto AO3 here: 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/11185719

Please check it out!!!!! 

Meanwhile here is a brief teaser of what’s inside! 


Plagg was wrong. This was a fantastic idea. Maybe Adrien couldn’t handle some playful flirtation, but Chat Noir was a CATsannova of the first order. Maybe it was true that his friends would never know, but that was ok. He could deal with their teasing and poking, and the large pile of sly comments that seemed to constantly go over his head. He would know better. He would know who the TRUE king of chicken was.

He shifted slightly, checking to make sure he was perfectly situated in the small sliver of light pouring out onto the balcony.

“Well,” he drawled, loud enough that he knew he would be heard through the headphones, “aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.”

“Oh my god!” Nino cried, jumping up at the sound of someone else on the balcony, and then jumping back another two feet when he realized who was speaking to him. “It’s Chat Noir! Chat Noir is on my balcony! OMG this is the best! I so need to call Alya!”

“Come now,” Chat purred, rolling his shoulders back and lowering his eyes into a predatory smoulder, “we don’t need anyone else interrupting this little tête-à-tête. After all, intimate gatherings are so much more pleasant, don’t you think?”

Chat had to bite back a smile of triumph as he watched Nino’s eyes go wide, his cheeks darkening visibly even in the dim evening light.

“I… uh… yeah I guess,” he stuttered, hastily pulling off his headphones and straightening his glasses. “So, what bring you out this way?”

Chat took a couple of steps forward, his smile widening. “Do I need an excuse to want to see the best looking guy I know?” he asked with a playful eyebrow raise.

i wish the antizoo people could spend a day with me at work

Just the other day I was in a staff meeting where we were all discussing how we can each take species conservation into our own hands. We are a very small zoo do we can’t do big things like reintroduction programs because we don’t have the money (@ all you sayings zoos are only for profit). So we are trying to take personal steps to go out into our local communities to help save animals. We already donate thousands of dollars per year to conservation initiatives around the world. My teen volunteers alone raised $10,000. We want to do more though.

Then I watched everyone fall apart in the same week. We had two animal deaths. One was our very loved 21 year old jaguar. She is the second oldest jaguar in human care that has been recorded. I watched all of the staff- even those who never worked with her- cry. We saw our friends hurting, we felt the pain of loss ourselves- and we cried.

Good zoos are not cruel places. They are filled with people who put every waking hour into the painstaking care these animals need for the good of the global community.

The people who work there are hands down the most passionate and caring people ive ever met. i have yet to meet anyone other than the researchers and rescuers we donate to that is just as caring and energetic about their jobs as the people who work in animal care.

i feel truly sorry for those who are so closeminded and against zoos. they are missing out on a gem of education, conservation, and research.

INFJ in a Nutshell #10

- Am I too detached or am I too clingy? I can’t ever tell
- *talks to beloved pet *
- *feels terrible, considers reaching out to a friend * “No… I shouldn’t do that. I don’t want to bother them. I can handle it.” *cries themselves to sleep *
- “What do you mean I need more friends? I already have two!”
- Odd Internet search history
- “Why is this person asking me if I want to hang out? We hung out last month!”
- “…did I leave the stove on?”

Little Tease

Originally posted by banshy

Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^^ (holy fuck I could watch this gif forever)

Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, choking, name calling, dirty talking (a.k.a I am in heaven)

Rating: Explicit

A/N: Got this from an anon: “Daddy!Kink for Bruce? He’s trying to work and reader is prancing around in lingerie, teasing him to no end.” I have always found Bruce just daddy af, so this is my jam.


Just because Bruce Wayne, your fiance of two years, was Batman didn’t mean he couldn’t pay attention to you. You were not needy most of the time, but it has almost been two weeks since you and Bruce have had sex and you were going crazy. Yeah, Black Mask was trying to bring in huge shipments of cocaine from Mexico and Bruce was trying to track it, but that didn’t mean he should stop having sex with you.

“Bruce?” You asked, walking down the cold steps to the Batcave, only wearing a baggy sweatshirt and tiny panties. Now these weren’t just regular old panties, these were the ones that, along with the matching red lacy bra, were Bruce’s favorite. There was just a grunt of response. Working, of course. You walked down the steps and up to the computer. Bruce was still in his suit, his black hair messy, he must have just gotten in. He seemed to be reading something but you weren’t interested. “Bruce,” you whined, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You missed dinner.”

“When don’t I miss dinner?” He had a fair point. You started to try and rub his neck but the metal was getting in your way.

“Bruce take off the suit so I can rub your neck.” He didn’t even respond, just narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was reading. “Babe,” you whined, sitting down in his lap and grabbing his face, trying in vain to get him to look at you. He didn’t. “Bruce I’m pregnant.”

“No you’re not, you haven’t missed a single period since you started your new birth control method.” You sighed, your hands falling.

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 6]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After regaining some of your memories, you and Jungkook finally face the truth.

Word count: 1.9k words

Originally posted by jungxook

When Jieun came home, she found you sitting on the floor. Your eyes were red, but your tears had dried long ago. Jieun regarded your blank expression with concern, immediately dropping to the ground to check on you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Jieun asked frantically, looking at your body for injuries. “Did you hurt your leg again? Why are you crying?”

You sighed and closed your eyes, feeling more tired than upset. Jieun’s flittering hands stilled, as if she sensed that something was off.

“Y/N?”

“I remember now, Jieun,” you said. “I remember what happen that night, and what happened after. I know that you and Jungkook were a thing, and that he rejected me right away.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Jieun whispered, her own eyes watering. “I didn’t want to upset you or confuse you. It hurt you so much the first time, I didn’t want to see you go through it again.”

“I just don’t understand,” you replied, your voice strained with frustration. “Did you like him? Do you still like him? Is that why you tried to hide your relationship with him from me?”

“What? No! No, of course not,” Jieun exclaimed, her eyes widening with surprise. “I mean, I did have a bit of a crush on him, but our relationship was just physical. It ended as soon as you two figured out that you’re…you know, soulmates.”

“But I’m still confused,” you said, trying to hold off another wave of tears. “Jungkook said he wanted nothing to do me. But now he’s so sweet. He’s like two different people, and I don’t know which one is the real him.”

“Just talk to him,” Jieun smiled, rubbing your back gently. “He’s not as bad as you remember. I’m sure the person Jungkook is with you now is the person he wishes he was when you first met.”

“Still, why was he so cruel in the beginning?” you asked helplessly. “I don’t know if I can forgive that.”

“Only Jungkook can answer that,” Jieun replied softly. “Promise me you’ll talk to him, okay?”

You nodded, realizing that Jieun knew much more than she let on. She helped you to your feet and led you back to the couch. You decided you wouldn’t press her for more information, because in the end, you would need to talk to Jungkook eventually.


Even though you had decided to talk to Jungkook, you hadn’t been able to muster enough courage to confront him. He had no idea that you had regained your memories, so he was contacting you like usual. But when you picked up your phone to reply, the events of your first encounter flashed before your eyes. Every time that happened, you put your phone down and tried to ignore your heavy heart.

So, to put it simply, you had been ignoring Jungkook for the past week.

You had several unread messages in your inbox from Jungkook. Surely Jungkook was so popular, he wasn’t used to be ignored. The texts started coming less frequently, and you wondered if they would eventually stop all together. You figured–albeit guiltily–that if Jungkook really wanted company, he could find another girl.

One Thursday afternoon, you were reading through some notes sent to you by a classmate when you heard Jungkook’s thoughts whispering in the back of your head. You jumped, growing unaccustomed to your soulmate’s presence after such a long period of silence.

“Why isn’t she talking to me?” Jungkook thought, and although it was quiet in your mind, you could hear the worry in your voice. Your heart panged, and you felt bad for assuming the worst of Jungkook. Clearly, he was still thinking of you. “Did I do something wrong again?”

Again.

No, not again. The first mistake was hurtful enough. But of course, Jungkook had no idea that you remembered what he had done. You wanted to scream at him–make him hurt as much as he had hurt you. But you also just wanted to see him again, because you had grown to love the caring side of Jungkook that he had shown you.

“Maybe her condition got worse,” came Jungkook’s next thought, which sounded even more alarmed than the last. “I should stop by. Yeah–I’ll go after class.”

You jumped to your feet, wavering as you tried to catch your balance. Reaching out for your crutches, you hobbled out of your room and into the living room, where Jieun was playing guitar.

“Jieun!” you screeched, making her jump.

“Oh my god!” Jieun squealed, placing a hand over her heart dramatically. “Why are you screaming at me?”

“Jungkook’s coming here after his class is over,” you hurried to explain, your words overlapping in your haste. Still, Jieun understood what you were trying to say.

“Oh, so do you need me to leave?” Jieun asked, setting aside her guitar. “I can disappear for an hour or two.”

“No, no! Definitely do not leave,” you squeaked desperately. “I’m not ready to see him! I need you to cover for me. Tell him that I’m not home and that I forgot my phone here.”

“What? Y/N, are you avoiding him?” Jieun demanded, her face growing dark. “You promised me that you would talk to him! Ignoring your problems won’t make them go away.”

“I know, I know!” you replied. “And I will talk to him, but I’m just not ready yet. I need time to process everything so that I can face him properly. I don’t want to get upset and ruin things forever.”

Jieun’s face softened at your obvious fear, and she sighed. “I understand why you’re scared, but you should trust Jungkook a little bit too,” she argued. “He’s shown you that he’s a good guy, right? I get why you’re so hesitant, believe me. But I’m also seeing this from Jungkook’s perspective, too.”

“You’re my friend, be on my side!” you whined. Jieun rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, don’t do that. I’m doing what’s best for you,” Jieun said. “Even though you don’t want to talk to him now, in the long run, you’ll be thanking me for making you two work out your problems.”

“I’ll thank you even more if you cover for me this one time,” you said, on the borderline of begging. “I swear I’ll talk to him after, Jieun! I just need a little more time. I’m really not ready to see Jungkook.”

“Fine,” Jieun sighed, falling back onto the couch in frustration. “I’ll cover for you this one time. You can go hide in your room or whatever.”

“Thank you so much, Jieun!” you cried. “I love you so much! You’re the best.”

“I know,” Jieun laughed. “And I’m assuming you ignored all of Jungkook’s attempts to contact you up until now?”

You looked away guiltily.


When Jungkook knocked on the door, you were hiding in your room. Your bedroom door was left slightly ajar, so if you peeked through, you could see the foyer. Jieun approached it, glaring at you as she did. You sent her a thankful smile.

Jieun opened the door, but you couldn’t see Jungkook.

“Oh, Jieun,” Jungkook said. You missed the sound of his sweet voice–you could admit that. “Is Y/N around? I haven’t heard from her since I saw her last week.”

“No, she’s not around,” Jieun replied easily. “Y/N had to spend the week with her grandparents, because they got really worried when they heard about the accident. And she was dumb enough to leave her phone at home.”

“Oh,” Jungkook said, sounding surprised. It sounded like a valid excuse, and you were a little shocked that Jieun was so good at lying. “I’m surprised she didn’t tell me earlier.”

“It’s because she didn’t know that she would be leaving until her grandparents showed up,” Jieun answered. She continued a bit sheepishly, “Actually, I was supposed to tell you that she would be out of town. I guess I forgot.”

“Yeah, guess you did,” Jungkook replied dryly. Jieun just shrugged and sent him a carefree smile. “When will she be back?”

“Sometime next week,” Jieun said. You gulped, realizing that she was giving you a deadline.

“Alright,” Jungkook said slowly. He sounded like he was getting ready to leave. “Thanks, I guess.”

Jieun began to close the door slowly. You exhaled in relief, feeling your body deflate. I can’t believe that worked, you thought. Jieun should have been an actress.

“What the fuck?” Jungkook’s voice suddenly thundered. Jieun jumped, backing away from the door. Jungkook burst through the foyer. “Why are you lying to me?”

“W-what are you talking about?” Jieun stammered.

“Y/N, where are you?” Jungkook called out, ignoring Jieun completely. “I know you’re here. I can hear you thinking right now.”

Oh shit.

“Yeah, oh shit is right,” Jungkook snorted. He scanned the apartment, finally settling on your bedroom door. He saw your face peeking through, and he smiled slightly and began to approach you.

Accepting your fate, you pulled yourself to your feet and opened the door, clutching the doorframe for support.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Jungkook asked once he stood in front of you, the hurt clear in his downtrodden expression. “Did I do something to upset you?”

“Yeah, you did,” you replied tiredly.

“What was it?” Jungkook questioned, confused. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, if I did. I thought you had a good time with me last week.”

“I did,” you smiled. “You’ve been really great since the hospital. You helped me a lot, and you’re fun to be around.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Jungkook asked, cocking his head adorably in confusion.

“It’s what happened before then,” you said simply.

Jungkook paled, his mouth opening slightly. His eyes lowered, and you could see his jaw clenching. He stood there quietly for a few moments, but eventually, he tentatively lifted his gaze to meet yours.

“You remember everything,” Jungkook said quietly. It wasn’t a question. He was biting his lip nervously, and you wondered why he was the nervous one when it was you who had been deceived all along.

“Not everything, but I remember enough,” you responded. You broke your eye contact with Jungkook, feeling overwhelmed. “I don’t understand you at all, Jungkook. Why are being so nice now?”

“It’s…it’s a really long story,” Jungkook sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t justify what I did, but if it means anything to you, I regret everything that happened that night. I didn’t mean a word I said.”

“Then why did you say what you did?”

“Like I said, it’s a long story,” Jungkook replied. “I can explain it to you if you’re willing to listen. I’ll tell you everything, I promise. And if you don’t want to see me after this, I won’t bother you ever again.”

“How do I know that what you’re saying is the truth?” you asked, looking at Jungkook for any signs of deceit.

“You’ll just have to trust me.”

You almost laughed–how could you trust him so easily again? But you remembered the boy who  had slept by your bedside in the hospital, and the boy who acted like you were the most interesting thing in the world. The boy who had promised to sing to you.

“Fine, I’ll listen,” you breathed.

- Girl in Luv

Ok…this took to long. I kind of lost inspiration for this series, but it’s back now! You can expect more regular updates. The story’s drawing to a close…so what do think is going to happen? Also heads up: no posts tomorrow night. We’re going to prom!!! Thanks for reading guys! Ya girl’s gonna get turnt!

Apple of my Eye

pairing : Jonathan Byers x reader

warnings : smut kinky!

requests : none

a/n : happy halloween! here’s some stranger things smut to get you in the spooky spirit:))


Jonathan was lazily sitting against the living room chair as his mother and her new boyfriend Bob were watching mindless tv. Will had gone out with his friends and the only other halloween type thing going on was a party that he wasn’t even invited to.

When the phone rang, Jonathan practically leaped up and raced over to get away from the disgusting sight of the two new lovers cuddling on the couch. He happily answered to hear the sound of his girlfriend’s voice cutting though.

“Hey, are you coming to the party?” She asked cheerily.

“I wasn’t planning on it but if you’re going I’ll come.” Jonathan smiled as he shoved his other hand into his pocket and rocked back and forth on his heels.

“Great, do you want to pick me up or will I meet you there?”

“I’ll just pick you up,” Jonathan offered.

“Sounds great, make sure you dress up!” She exclaimed. I hung up and grabbed my denim jacket off the back of the dining room chair.

“Jonathan, where are you going?” His mom called from the couch.

“(Y/N) and I are going to a halloween party, I’ll see you later.” He called to the both of them.

“Oooh who’s (Y/N)?” Bob asked. Jonathan simply rolled his eyes as he shrugged on his jacket and slipped on his sneakers. He opened the door, purposely slamming the door a little harder than normal to express his dissatisfaction with Joyce’s new man.

Jonathan turned the keys in the car, pressing onto the gas as he drove to his girlfriends house to pick her up.

When he reached the front of her house, he exited the car and went up, knocking at the front door.

She greeted him with a warm smile but it quickly turned into a frown as she eyed him up and down.

“Where on earth is your costume?” She gasped at his lack of halloween spirit.

“Right here, I’m dressing up as a person who hates to wear costumes.” Jonathan joked earning a laugh from (Y/N). She bounded to the car like a little puppy and Jonathan trailed behind, taking in the view of his exquisite girlfriend like she was framed in an art museum.

They both entered the car and Jonathan headed to the direction of the party.

Once they arrived it was obvious that the party wasn’t quite their speed. But, nevertheless, they entered the house being greeted by very few and the only people they really considered their friends.

“I’m going to get us some drinks.” (Y/N) said, her voice slightly strained having to yell over the music.

“Is that a good idea?” Jonathan asked and she placed her hands on her hips.

“No, it’s a great idea. Come on Jonny, let’s have some fun. After all we don’t ever get to do this.” She says as she’s already walking over, filling up two red solo cups with a liquid that had a very strong smell of alcohol. She handed me a cup with a large grin and I returned with a small smile, letting the alcoholic beverage burn down my throat as we drank.

My eyes squeezed shut at the taste and I looked over to see she was the exact same.

It didn’t take long for the alcohol to kick in, and (Y/N) made her way to the dance floor along with the rest of the drunk teens. Swaying her hips back and forth in a sloppy motion. Jonathan chuckled at her as she danced. He didn’t understand how someone could still look so beautiful even at the state they were in. He was also sure that the alcohol had taken over when his feet began moving closer and closer to her. He placed his hands along her hips and swayed with her to the intense music.

Resting his head in the crook of her neck, Jonathan tightened the grip of his fingers around (Y/N)’s waist. Her hips dig into him with each sway and Jonathan could feel himself beginning to grow harder with each act of friction.

“What do you say we take this home?” Jonathan whispered in her ear and she nodded frantically.

Jonathan pushed her up against his bedroom door as he finished slamming it shut.

“What about your mom? Will?” (Y/N) questioned as he bit down on her neck and began to unbuttoned her blouse.

“That’s easy, Will is spending the night at Mike’s and my mom is off screwing her boyfriend in some random location.” He answered.

“Just like what I’m about to do.” As he grabbed her thighs and hoisted her up, pinning her up to the door as he captured her lips in a rough kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her hands flew into his mess of hair, tugging harshly at the strands cause him to let out a growl.

Jonathan shrugged the jacket off his body and discarded (Y/N)’s shirt as well. Jonathan roughly threw kisses down her body as she let her head fall back against the wooden door.

Soon Jon threw her onto the bed, hovering over to her as he feverly placed his lips on her once more.

As her hands clawed down his back, his hand made their way under her jeans and slowly slipping a finger inside her. She let out a gasp at the sudden feeling and Jonathan smirked.

“Are you this wet for me baby?” He asked as he began to pump now two fingers through her.

“Yes Jonathan, yes.” She cried out in pleasure.

“What’s my name?” Jonathan said sternly as he stopped his actions.

“Daddy.” She said quietly under her breath.

“That’s right,” Jonathan smiled and continued his actions of pumping his fingers, now at a faster speed. (Y/N) became a moaning mess at the friction.

She went for his jeans, unbuckling his belt and then pushing down his jeans.

“What do you want? Huh?” Jonathan whispered huskily in her ear.

“I need you.” She said breathlessly.

“You need to be more specific.”

“I need you to fuck me daddy.” She pleaded and Jonathan’s smirk grew.

“You’re wish is my command.” He smiled. Jonathan practically ripped of the rest of her clothing off as well as his own clothing.

He wasted no time in filling her up and they both let out a deep moan at the satisfying feeling. Jonathan began thrusting, hard and fast and (Y/N) grinded into him to create more friction.

Jonathan grabbed onto a chunk of (Y/N)’s hair and pulling on it roughly making her groan in pain but in pleasure as well. (Y/N) violently dug her nails in the flesh on his back and Jonathan’s thrusts started to become sloppy and losing rhythm.

“I-I’m close.” (Y/N) stuttered our, her voice cracking and practically gone.

“I know baby, me too. Come for daddy.” He growled deeply in her ear. His head ducked down, biting onto her sweet spot on her neck, sucking hard and sending her over the each.

Letting the wave of pleasure wash over, Jonathan came down from his high as well. Though they were both already tired, they rode out their highs until they we finished. (Y/N)’s legs were uncontrollably shaking at the force of her orgasm and once Jonathan removed himself from her, his confidence faded as he looked at her almost lifeless body.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly as he pushed back her hair.

“Never better.” She smiled and placed a sweet kiss on the corner of his mouth.

Originally posted by youffievalentine

Foreign Objects

Requested- Can I also get a jungkook drabble please? 30, 68, 97 ^.^


Originally posted by baekyeolkaisoogirl

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Smut, Smut. Sub! Reader, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Handcuffs, Daddy Kink, Power Bottom & Slight Use of a Vibrator :))))))

Word Count: 1380

“I’ll forgive you if you kiss me.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”


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The Fourth Musketeer (Part 4)

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Requests: Dangit i cried so hard after reading part 3 of 4musketeers, you gotta write another part i dont think my heart can take an ending this harsh bc archie loves her so much and it breaks my heart pleaseeee

There’s gonna be a part 4 right? Oh god please don’t leave it like that 😭

Please do part 4

Do a part 4 please

In a day that started in me Bing reading Jughead images, I found and read all 4 parts of musketeers. And now I need more!!!!

Oh my gawd😱 can you please do another part in 4 Musketeers?! My mood swings bro! My mood swings have been permanently damaged.. lmao

Part four of musketeers please I’m dyeing here 😭😭

Please do a part 4 of “Four Mouseketeers”😭😭😭

I need a 4th part for the 4th musketeer its not a want its a necessity maybe can you add me to the tag list for this series. x

Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: Reconciliations between (Y/N) and Archie don’t mean happy endings.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,469

A/N: I’m so thankful for all of your positive feedback for this series, enjoy!


Archie spent as much time as he could at Pop’s, choosing to sit in a booth that faced the entrance. He would sit there for hours and stare at the door.  Everyone knew why he was doing that, but no one wanted to mention it.  He didn’t need them to tell him; he knew it was hopeless. (Y/N) was not going to return to Pop’s.

Veronica Lodge felt extremely guilty.  She realized that maybe she shouldn’t have told Archie to go to Pop’s, even though he needed to confront her about his feelings.  Archie may have been ready, but it seemed like (Y/N) wasn’t.  That’s how Veronica found herself headed to the diner on a Tuesday night, knowing who she would find sitting in the same booth.

“Archiekins,” she cooed, settling onto the seat across from him, “you gotta snap out of this.  It’s my fault, I know, but you can’t let this destroy you.”

“Why not, Ronnie?” he questioned, and she saw his tear-clouded eyes.  “This is what I have to do to make up for being a horrible friend to (Y/N).  I don’t deserve to be her best friend, so why should I have expected her to want to be more?”

“You didn’t even know she was back,” Veronica comforted him.  “If I hadn’t told you to go to Pop’s, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“It’s good that this happened,” Archie waved her off.  “I needed to know she was back, I needed to tell her.  I just don’t deserve her.”

“That’s not true,” she argued.  He shook his head and turned his focus towards the door.  No one came in.  “I’ll fix this, Archie.  I got you into this mess, and I’ll get you out of this mess.”


(Y/N) was aware of the consequences of her actions.  She knew, as soon as she walked out of the diner, how Archie would respond.  They had been best friends for the first thirteen years of their lives, so she could predict how he would react to this heartbreak. However, she rethought her predictions when a raven-haired girl turned up on her doorstep.

“(Y/N), hi, I’m Veronica Lodge,” the girl introduced herself, sticking her hand out for (Y/N) to shake.  She hesitantly shook it.

“You were at the diner with Jughead and Betty,” (Y/N) recalled, and Veronica nodded.  (Y/N) stepped out onto her porch, closing the door behind her.  “What do you want?”

“Listen, I know what happened between you and Archie,” Veronica explained.

“Do you?” (Y/N) scoffed. “I think you don’t even know the half of it.”

“I know you two grew up together,” Veronica told her.  “I know you two fell in love, and I know that Archie never called you.”

“There’s a lot more to the story,” (Y/N) muttered.  Veronica crossed her arms and sighed.

“I talked to Jughead, Betty, Kevin, even Mr. Andrews.  I know how people other than Archie felt about you.  Archie’s dad told me about your parents and how you always stayed at the Andrews household when they would fight.  Jughead told me about how Archie wanted to ask you to the high school dance before you moved, and he told me about how you two were the most fascinating people in Riverdale.  He, Betty, and Kevin told me about how in love the two of you were.  And from what I’ve seen and heard, it seems like you guys are still very much in love.”  (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably.

“You have no right,” her voice cracked slightly, and Veronica watched as she tilted her head towards the sky, attempting to not cry.  “You can’t just…”

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to help,” Veronica retracted.  “I’m the one who sent Archie to Pop’s.  He had told me earlier that day that he was still in love with you, and I thought you needed to know.  I thought it would be good for him to get it off his chest.”

“Well now look where we are,” (Y/N) smiled sarcastically.  “We’re on the verge of losing each other because we can’t communicate.”

“Then talk to him,” Veronica urged.  (Y/N) crossed her arms and pursed her lips.  “Talk to Archie, please.  I know he wants to fix this, and I’m pretty sure you do, too.”  (Y/N) stayed quiet for a moment, and Veronica expected for her to send her away.  But (Y/N) uncrossed her arms, still frowning, and sighed.

“Tell Archie to come over here tomorrow,” she instructed Veronica.  Veronica nodded.  “Tell him we need to talk.”


“You wanted to talk, (Y/N)?” Archie asked, tentatively standing on her lawn.  He gazed up at her as she stood at her doorstep; he didn’t want to come any closer until she signaled that it was okay.  (Y/N) grimly nodded and opened her door wider.  Archie walked into her house and glanced around, trying to picture how it looked before she moved.  It was much emptier now.

“It’s pretty empty, I know,” (Y/N) voiced Archie’s thoughts.  His head turned to face her, and he sent a small smile at her. “There’s not much to unpack.”

“It’s different,” Archie agreed.  (Y/N) awkwardly nodded as she hugged her arms to her chest.  “So you told Veronica to tell me that you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “She showed up at my house yesterday and babbled about how we need to fix this.”

“We do,” Archie pointed out.

“I know,” (Y/N) sighed. Archie furrowed his eyebrows.

“You don’t want to?” he asked, frowning.  (Y/N) furiously shook her head.

“No, I do,” she immediately responded.  “I really want to fix this.  I just… I don’t know how.  I was gonna give it more time.”

“Do you want more time?” Archie questioned.  “If you’re not ready-”

“You’re here,” (Y/N) cut him off.  “You’re here, so we should do this now.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I-” (Y/N) faltered, unable to express what she wanted to say.  She grabbed Archie’s face and brought it towards hers, connecting their lips. He quickly responded by wrapping his arms around her waist and deepening the kiss.  They pulled away, and (Y/N) placed her forehead against Archie’s.  He was grinning madly, but she only wore a small smile.

“You wanted more time to do that?” Archie softly laughed.  (Y/N) untangled herself from Archie’s arms and hugged herself again. “(Y/N)?”

“I didn’t want to…” she trailed off, swallowing her next words.  Archie took a step towards her and grabbed her hand.

“Didn’t want to what?” he asked.  “You didn’t want to kiss me?”

“I did,” (Y/N) assured him, placing the hand he wasn’t holding on his cheek.  “I really did, Arch, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“This isn’t hurting me,” he consoled her.  “Sure, after the diner incident I was upset, and I’m sure you were too, but we’re okay now.”

“No we’re not,” (Y/N) began to cry, so Archie wrapped his arms around her.  Her head was nestled into his chest.  

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not-” her voice was muffled by Archie’s shirt. “I’m not staying in Riverdale.”

“What?” Archie grabbed (Y/N) by the shoulders and held her so that he could look directly into her eyes.

“I might have to go back to New York,” she elaborated.  

“Why?”

“You still don’t know why I’m back,” (Y/N) sadly laughed.  When she saw the puzzled look on Archie’s face, she continued.  “My parents finally got divorced.  My mom wanted to move back here, so I decided to go with her.  But my dad still wants custody over me, so-”

“So you might have to go back,” Archie finished, sighing.  (Y/N) nodded.

“It’s not definite yet, but… they’re going to court next week.  And the chances aren’t in my mom’s favor, seeing as my dad’s a pretty good lawyer.”

“But what about you?” Archie pressed, and (Y/N) stared at him, confused by what he meant.

“What about me?”

“What do you want, (Y/N)?” he asked, drawing her slightly closer to him.  “Who do you want to be with?”

“I want to be with you, Archie,” she replied, stroking a hand across his cheek.  He closed his eyes as he relished in her gentle touch.

“So can’t you say that in court?” Archie questioned.  “Can’t you tell them that you want to stay with your mom here in Riverdale?  Isn’t that what this is all about?”

“It’s not that simple, Arch,” she sighed.  “Sure, I can give my preference and it might weigh the court towards my mom, but there’s more factors than that.”

“You’re going to stay here, (Y/N),” Archie assured her as he enveloped her in a hug.  “We will make sure you stay in Riverdale.”

“God I hope so, Arch,” (Y/N) sighed into his chest.  “I don’t want to leave you anymore.”

“You won’t ever leave me, (Y/N).  I will never let you go again.”

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Things I wish I had done in my GCSEs

Okay y'all sit down, listen up and enjoy!

I did my GCSEs last year. I didn’t bomb them by any means, but I also didn’t do as well as I’d hoped!

So here are some tips and tricks on how to pass yo GCSEs!:

• Don’t just re write the text book. I did this for science because ‘that’s just how I learn’ and ‘everybody is different!’. Yeah. Some people can learn that way, but that’s how I revised for science, and I got a B when aiming for an A at least. I already had a text book, and while I did retain some stuff, I didn’t have to spend hours copying down something I already had.

• I ignored my food tech exam. I decided that I didn’t want it, it wasn’t important and I wasn’t fussed about my result. Come results day? I cried because of it. Don’t be me. Even if you focus on some exams more, never leave an exam until that morning.

• You can revise for maths. Its called practicing. Even if you have a formula sheet, you need to practice.

• You have three different long term memory stores, two of which are phonological (sounds) and visuo spatial (words/reading). Instead if trying to cram everything in to one store (eg. Only doing mindmaps) utilise them both! Listen to the information and then make a mind map. You get 2x the storage space!

• DONT STOP REVISING AFTER YOUR MOCKS - I appreciate that its too late for some of you, but this is a piece of advice that I was given that I will regret not taking for the rest of my life. If you revise 100 pages over 150 days, those last 50 can be used to consolidate what you already know. If you revise 100 pages in 50, you’re rushing and literally learning everything before you go in to the exam.

• Don’t ignore a subject that you don’t like and hope it’s not on the exam. It will be on the exam. That’s how it works. True fact. I ignored rivers and coasts and two hours before the exam showed up to my geography teacher and said ‘I only know hazards’. She thought I was joking. After a mad rush of cramming I got an A, but she told me that I could have gotten an A*.

• DO get plenty of rest the night before. Its better to answer most questions amazingly because you didnt cram at 2am that morning than answer all the questions but badly because you didn’t sleep

• Do take a bottle of water in to your exam. Students who take water in to their exam do 25% better than those who don’t.

• Do use pre exam checklists to cool your nerves

• Do have faith in yourself. GCSEs are important, but they aren’t more important than your health. Unless you’re doing medicine or a similar course, your uni won’t look at them because they know that at the at point you were just a kid. That they were a life lesson. I didn’t do great in my GCSEs, but I was so heart broken that my teacher then said I probably wouldn’t get in to Cambridge that I worked my ass off and am now one of the best students in my year ❤ GCSEs should motivate you to show what you can do in your A Levels

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,993

Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.

Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.

Today just wasn’t your day.

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Staying the Same (Jonathan Byers x reader)

Summary: Reader suprises Jonathan at NYU

Warnings: Its kinda sad? i guess

Word Count [NEW!] : 588

Request: Hi!!! I love your work, it’s fantastic! Could you please write a Jonathan Byers fanfic where him and his girlfriend are in college and one goes and visits the other (like she goes and visits him at NYU)?? Please and thank you!!

While NYU was Jonathan’s greatest dream, he felt empty there. His roommate was constantly out partying, never at the dorm; and because of his introverted nature, making friends in his classes of 100 plus people proved more difficult than he imagined. He spent most of his time taking pictures, doing his homework, watching the same 3 movies he brought with him, and his favorite activity, talking to you on the phone. But the daily phone calls weren’t enough for him. Jonathan was used to seeing you everyday during school, after school, on the weekends, there were only a few times you two were apart.

Jonathan sat in his room arranging a stack of photos he had of you, his family, and other photos in an album. The pictures he took of you were the ones he was the proudest of, and while looking through his collection of photos, he found one of himself you took last summer. It was blurry and half his face was out of frame but he loved anything you did.

3 knocks coming from the door stole Jonathan from his thoughts. Quickly he moved to the door, thinking it was his roommate, stumbling back from a party drunk. But when he saw your face behind that door, he almost cried. It had been almost 5 months since he had seen you last.

“Hey baby, you missed me?” you grabbed him and pulled your boyfriend into a tight hug. The shoulder of your blouse soon became soaked with tears. “Babe, what’s the matter?” concern flooded your body. He was generally more reserved than emotional. You hadn’t seen him cry since he got Will back.

“I missed you so much, baby I missed you so much,” his body shook while he cried. He was a wreck, pulling you in closer and kissing your cheek. With each kiss he placed, a laugh left you, and that laughter turned to tears too.

You pulled away from him carefully, “Baby, we need to go inside, people are going to get concerned if they find us hugging each other and crying in the hallway of your dorm,” He followed you inside, and the two of you sat on his bed. His eyes were red, but he stopped crying at this point. “Tell me baby, how is it seeing me out of the blue?” He just laughed at your comment. You both stared at each other for a bit, sitting in comfortable silence. Finally able to see each others faces, when all you had was each others voices. He hadn’t changed at all; you were afraid New York would change your Jonathan, but the only thing that changed was where he slept at night. He noticed you had changed, your hair was longer, cheeks fuller and redder, you even wore lipstick different than your usual color choice. But he could tell your personality didn’t change at all. Still the same funny and Star Wars obsessed person he fell in love with as a freshman.

You looked down, and saw scattered around his bed were polaroids. Pictures you had seen a hundred times, and some you had never seen before. Flipping through the half completed photo album, you saw photos of you, before you started dating him, and documenting the progression of your relationship. Even as time went on, things always stayed the same. Your relationship always stayed strong, the love you both held never faltered. Even if you lived over 700 miles away from each other, everything would be the same.

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I was hit last night with the random urge to write, so here it is. If you want to be added to the tag list feel free to dm me! Requests are open, feel free to drop a request in my ask box. Please do not reupload any of my stories! Gif is not mine. Feedback is welcome and very wanted! Idk whats next im tired lol

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Yes, Father. (Priest! Jason Todd x Reader) ~Smut

Requested: Nah

A/N:…….fucking christ. Um, I’m not religious so don’t take this literally. I have to say though, i enjoyed writing every single part of this. I got this idea from my wonderful friends on tumblr who all like science (Inside joke, those of you who aren’t in the chat wouldn’t know).

*****WARNINGS: SIN!!! PURE SIN!!!! THIS IS FUCKING SINFUL OH MY FUCK I TRULY BELONG IN HELL FOR THIS!!! LIKE BRO IF YOU’RE SUPER RELIGIOUS PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS CAUSE YALL GON BE FUCKING IN CHURCH!!!

Summary: You go to confession to spill out all of the feelings you have for your pastor, Father Jason. Turns out, you were confessing to him without realizing it. Things get heated once he confronts you about the things you want him to do to you.

Word Count: 2,798

Tags: @wynterrobin @wannabe-weasley @tim-help @avengerdragoness @kazuha159

I couldn't wait for the 666 so here ya go xD

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It was eating you alive. These feelings, these thoughts. You never knew why you started feeling this way when you’re around him.

When you’re supposed to be praying during Sunday mass, you’d think about the different ways he would touch you inappropriately. It drove you crazy every time you go to Church. You started wearing skirts above the knees, which were considered inappropriate in the presence of God, but at this point, God wasn’t your first priority anymore.

Father Jason is the sweetest man you’ve ever met. He’s not like any other priest here in Gotham. He actually uses the church donations for charity, not for himself like the corrupted priests out there.

You felt guilty. You knew you had to do something about this guilt. Confession was your only hope. Maybe it’ll help your sinful thoughts go away.

It was your first time confessing. You sighed as you opened the doors to the empty Church. You placed your purse on one of the near by pews and made your way to the Confession box. You opened the door and sat inside in the dark, waiting for one of the Fathers to arrive. You heard Father Jason couldn’t make it in today so you took this opportunity to confess to someone else.

You looked at your surroundings. On your left was a purple heavy curtain that was going to hide your complete embarrassment. 

You gulped when you heard someone open the door on the other side of the curtain. You waited for a moment but remembered the words you had to say in order to start, “Bless me Father for I have sinned.”

The Father whispered, “Go on.” You couldn’t tell who’s voice it was because of the curtain. 

You felt your heart race. Was this a good idea? “I’ve been having terrible thoughts, Father.”

The silence told you to keep going, “I don’t know when it started, but all I know is that I want to be with Father Jason in ways that should damn me to Hell.”

You told the Father everything, every detail. From your filthy fantasies to the rough way you wanted Jason to treat you, “I want him to treat me like his own personal slut but I also want to be the one he loves.” When you finished you waited for the Father’s response, but nothing was said.

“Uh, Father?” Was that too much? Are you still going to Hell?

You heard him clear his throat, “You are forgiven.”

You let out a suffering sigh and said thank you through the curtain. You stepped out of the confession box and scurried to the exit, grabbing your purse as you left.

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SugaxReader Fic Recs

A collection of my favorite writings.

Make sure you give all these writers a lot of love because they’re all so amazing and have worked really hard on these.

(Last updated: 22nd August 2017)

Oneshots:

See You Soon | Soulmate!AU (Angst,Fluff)

Melody | Soulmate!AU (Angst, Fluff

Settle Down | Roomate!Yoongi (Angst, Fluff, Smut)

I lied, I lied, I lied (Angst, Fluff) 

Paranoia(Fluff, Angst, Smut)

Scenarios/Imagines/Drabbles: 

Puppy Loving (FLUFF) 

Continued in:

Puppy Bites Don’t Hurt Much (A little Angst, Fluff) 

 Pitter Patter Of Tiny Paws(FLUFF)

Hold Me Tight (Angst)

Perfect Pictures(Fluff)

Be Considerate (Fluff)

FWB (Angst, Fluff)

He Wasn’t Good With Words (Angst)

I Don’t Love You, I Love You Too Much (AnGST)

Actions Speak Louder Than Words (Fluff)

Next Time, Definitely (Fluff)

Of Course I remembered (Fluff, A little angst)

Movie Night Make Out (Fluff)

Promise (Angst, Fluff)

Irreversible Mistake (Angst)

Is It Too Late To Say Sorry Now? (Angst, Fluff)

Memory Lane (Fluff) 

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Clueless (Fluff)

The Maze Of Reality(Angst)

Home (Fluff, Angst)

Picture Perfect(Fluff)

I Need You More Than You Need Me(Fluff, Angst)

Just Friends(Fluff)

Winning At MAMA(Fluff)

I Want To Kiss You(Fluff)

Surprise Announcement(Fluff)

When The Baby Cries(Fluff)

Clean(Fluff)

Say Yes To The Dress(Fluff)

I Don’t Hate You(Angst)

Tension(Fluff,Suggestive Themes)

One Lucky Girl(Fluff)

Until There Was You(Fluff)

Love Me Tender(Fluff)

More Than Friends(Angst)

Loving From Afar(Angst,Fluff)

Ants(Fluff)

Eight (Fluff)

Concert Blues(Fluff)

Chilly(Fluff)

Cuddling(Fluff)

Talking To The Moon(Fluff)

That Glow(Fluff)

It’s Impossible Not To Love Me(Fluff)

Bear Hugs & Kisses(Fluff)

The Two Of Us(Angst)

My Only Sunshine(Fluff,Angst)

Set Up(Fluff)

Blinded(Fluff)

My All(Fluff,Angst)

Dead Leaves(Angst)

Series:

Aquiver (Mature Themes, Fluff, Angst)  

Disposable (Angst, Fluff)

Her(Angst)

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Things I Want Out Of Season 3

• Marco and River bonding
We’ve got two guys that were left behind in the thick of the fire. Two guys that are (or were) outsiders to the royal line. Two very salty guys, with a serious love for fighting in some form, and yes even corn. It’s time to see them get along… like men. (I mean no offense to the Trans-Marco fans, the phrase is purely for memeing purposes)

• Some more of Rhombulus in particular.
I basically cried when he got excited during Face The Music when he cried out “That’s my Girl!” during the song. Him and Star’s adorable friendship gives me life, I think he is the excellent Crystal Uncle she needed. He was already a gift, but this scene made him more so to me.

• DENNIS
Firstly, I love Dennis, what a beautiful brother he is. What a helpful soul.
SECOND OF ALL THOUGH
HE’S VOICED BY ATTICUS SHAFFER.
STAR’S VOICED BY EDEN SHER.
THAT’S BRICK HECK AND SUE HECK.
I NEED SOME STUPID REFERENCE TO THIS. I NEED IT LIKE AIR.

• JANNA HELPING JACKIE THROUGH THIS TIME
Jackie’s slowly losing her boyfriend, Janna’s already lost her (girl)friend. P L E A S E

• TOFFEE
Lots of my lizard baby.

• Buff Dad
Where is he???

• Buff Babies growing up
WHERE ARE THEY

• Tom

• Monster Arm
Don’t tell me he’s not going to come in handy.

• Heinous
It’s time to get Maniacal Auntie on our side.

• Ludo’s Character Development
He just needs a dad.

• The colorful cast of additional characters we know and love.
Friendship is magic.

• Mewni
I have a feeling we’re gonna see a lot more of Mewni. I want to see the Mewmans. I want to see them with their faith newly lost in the Butterfly dynasty and in Star. I think it’s gonna be a HUGE thing that Star will have to overcome. To earn the people’s trust and prove herself a worthy and responsible queen to be.

• Starco
I know this goes without saying, but I think I NEED to say it. It’s time for this fandom to realize that Starco is driving the plot whether they like it or not. It’s not going away, so let’s hope for a beautiful ship, and not a cliche one.

• Eclipsa
Our only hope. Until The Chosen One…

and Glossaryck can go to hell, the end.

I’ll Be Good - Part 21

Masterlist -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 20 -  Part 22 (End)

Summary: Series - You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op. Chapter – You’re caught out during the rescue attempt and have to make a difficult decision that could cost you everything.

Warnings: swearing, violence

Word Count: 2848

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long! It ended up being harder than I thought… Angsty fluff is still fluff and it’s hard for me with this series to find fluff that doesn’t feel over the top with these characters. Hopefully it’s okay. Only one more after this!!! EEP!

Originally posted by khalblogo

“Y/N! You made it,” the Commander grinned at you from his place on the rooftop near the helipad. Your heart thundered in your chest, sending blood rushing in your ears at a deafening volume, you must have looked brittle and deathly pale, but you held your rifle steady, aimed with your normal fatal precision at his heart. “Did you bring your soldier this time, like we discussed.”

“He’s not here,” you fired back without a second of thought, your voice flat but stronger than you’d expected.

“Oh no point in lying to me, sweetheart,” he laughed heartily, “Of course he is.” A searing red streak drew your attention overhead. Tony. The Commander’s gaze followed the same trajectory as yours, watching the bright red suit sail closer and closer. “Though, I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting all of the Power Rangers.”

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I Need a Hug

*Inspired by the adorable Yuri Katsuki (Yuri on Ice!!!) and his “I Need Victor” hugging spree

Neil is drunk. He is so, so drunk. The other foxes (except for Renee, of course) are well on their way to sloshed but Neil has beaten them to it. They’re cozily crowded into the girl’s dorm. Aaron has picked a spot far away from the rest of them and is sending drunk text messages to Katelyn; Allison is sending pictures of drunk Aaron to Katelyn. Everyone is having a pretty good time.

While Neil isn’t paying attention (he’s too busy yelling at Kevin about some exy match) Andrew leaves the room to fix more drinks. Neil wins the argument and looks around, triumphant, but Andrew’s not there. Which, for Neil, feels like the biggest tragedy of his life. He goes from drunk and feisty to disconsolate in two seconds. The foxes notice and of course they’re worried. What if Neil is having a flashback?

But then Neil tips his head back, tears standing in his eyes and cries, super pitifully, “I NEED A HUG.” Well, shit. The foxes are all about hugging Neil. Neil stumbles to his feet and basically pitches into Matt’s arms. Matt gives the best hugs: lots of warmth and strength and he has the best boy smell on earth. Neil’s face is pressed against Matt’s chest for a long moment before he pushes him away and goes to Dan. Dan, not to be bested by her boyfriend, locks her arms around Neil’s waist and picks him up! Neil’s laughing, his arms around Dan’s neck, but still…this isn’t the hug he’s looking for. He gets a sidehug from Renee. Allison’s hug gets kind of gropey and Neil is Flustered and Confused but he goes with it until Renee has to pull Allison off him.

Nicky has been waiting for this moment his entire life. He pretty much tackles Neil into the sofa until Neil starts pounding his back and yelling something like “Gerfucoff” (“Get the fuck off” for those of you who don’t speak drunk). Kevin is still smarting after losing his exy argument to Neil so he stands like a statue while the tiny striker hugs him. Aaron has not been paying attention. He doesn’t care what his twin’s boyfriend is doing, so long as he stays far, far away. So Neil’s hug attack comes as a complete surprise. Aaron yelps and shoves Neil away; Neil falls on the floor and looks close to tears, muttering “Not Andrew, not Andrew.”

Of course this is when Andrew chooses to rejoin the group. He stands in the doorway, a tray of drinks balanced on his palm and there’s just the tiniest hint of exasperation and amusement on his face. He places the drinks on the table and goes over to Neil. Neil has finally noticed that Andrew is in the room and the drunk waterworks start.

“Aaaannndreeeewww.” Neil’s holding his arms up like some kid and all the foxes are waiting, wondering what Andrew is going to do.

Andrew sighs and kneels down next to Neil and pulls Neil’s arms around his neck, his legs around his waist. Neil snuffles and rests his forehead on Andrew shoulder mumbling about Andrew “smessmokie” (translation: you smell smoky). Andrew gets one arm under Neil’s thighs, one wrapped around his back and gets to his feet.

“Fucking heavy, Josten,” Andrew says, softly so that Neil is the only one who hears. Neil snorts but it’s half-hearted. “Gonna have to change your nickname, Neil. ‘Drunkie’ instead of ‘junkie.’”

“Not fun, ‘drew,” Neil slurs. He sighs heavily, dead weight in Andrew’s arms as Andrew carries him out of the dorm and back to their room, tucking him into bed. Neil blinks blearily when Andrew hands him a glass of water but he drinks it.

“Jus wanna hug,” he whispers, flailing his hand around until he knocks it into Andrew’s arm.

“Okay, okay,” Andrew concedes, settling down next to Neil and hugging him to his chest until Neil falls asleep.

Seven

Summary: Alpha!Dean surprises Omega!reader with a visit, and she surprises him by going into heat. Pure smut.

Warning: smut, a/b/o dynamics, knotting

Word Count: 2200

The blood roared in your ears as your heart pounded. Who in the hell would be knocking on your apartment door in the middle of the night? As quietly and carefully as you could, you pulled the blinds of your bedroom window just enough that you could peer out, giving you a good view of the driveway.

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