damn he wanted to return to the game


I am posting the ENGLISH lyrics as well as the characters that show at that point in ( )…a number following so you can see my ramble about it. These lyrics are absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. This song is beautiful. 

In search of shining ray

Daffodil swaying beneath the blaze (V shown)*1

Trying to bloom with all its might (Rika)*2

It puts in all it’s heart

This, a song of dreams sweetly sung

This, a song of memory lonely sought (Jumin and Zen)*3

Into the light the flower may flourish (Jahee and Yoosung)*4

It takes a push to make me perish (Saeyoung and Saeran)*5

Shall there be light, do forgive me

Even the act I feign to protect me

Shall there be hope, flower shall blossom

Even if surrendering my everything in whole (V)*6

Love tenderly this daffodil (Picture of V and Rika)*7

The sun is the mother of all. 

*1. V is alluded as a flower, in this piece. As he often calls Rika his ‘sun’ it would make sense. As much as a flower needs a sun to thrive and grow, V also needs Rika to live. Or, rather, he sees that he lives BECAUSE OF her. He is happy living, swaying beneath the blaze of her bright beams. 

*2. ‘Trying to bloom with all it’s might.’  Rika seems through the game to look a bit down on V and his dependence. To me, this comes from a point of view of someone looking down at this daffodil, watching it struggle to live and keep going but never giving up, much like Rika with V. Through her, he is trying to thrive as much as he can, by any circumstances. He puts his whole heart into loving her, because through her, he lives as well. 

*3. ‘Lonely sought’ these two characters are arguable the loneliest in the game. They both feel misunderstood. They both feel as if they will never find someone to love them. They are too complicated. Their lives are too.complicated! This line really applies to them both and it is beautiful and a smart move with this placement. 

*4. ‘Into the light the flower may flourish.’ BOTH of these characters were essentially lost. Jaehee was in a dead end job she never intended on staying at, Yoosung lost his motivation after Rikas “death.” But, with MC’s guidance…they are shown the light…and they FLOURISH. Like a flower. Make sense??

*5. This one is a bit more intense and deep. ‘It takes a push to make me perish.’ The Choi boys have been through a lot. ‘It takes a push’-could mean the push that Rika and V gave Saeyoung to go into hacking and Saeran to join the cult, leading them out of the light and into this darkness, causing them to perish. They trusted these people, and all they needed was that extra push to go into it. 

*6. ‘Even if surrendering my everything’ this is so classic V, understandable that he would be shown during this line. He doesn’t care if he loses everything he is. Like the secret endings, he is willing to die as long as he can prove his undying love to Rika. He gives himself willingly to the person he loves 


*7. ‘Love tenderly this daffodil’ hurts a lot. It shows a new side to him. We usually only see V as this love addled fool. But this line. He gives himself, puts himself out there for her, and yet…he is scared. He wants a kindness in return. Please, love me tenderly…No, love [at all] tenderly. I may be devoted to you, living under you, but please, don’t hurt me. 

-The sun is the mother of all- 

Rika is the center of this entire damn game. She is. Every single character revolves around her. The plot revolves around HER. Plain and simple. Rika is the epicenter and that will never change. 


And she did. She hurt him, badly. Many times. 

Chertiz, take all of the time you need. Because I want to be able to romance and heal this poor boy properly. I do. 

I Know Your Wife (She Wouldn’t Mind) - Part Twenty-Five

Summary: Jared gets over-exited ordering baby things online, which allows to you let him and Jensen into a story from your past. Gen and the boys join you at a 32 week scan.
Words: 2.7k
Jared x Reader x Gen, Jensen, Tom, Shep, James (OC, mentioned)
Warnings: mild angst, Ditto backstory
Beta: @blacksiren

I Know Your Wife - Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?

Jensen moved up to Vancouver the first week in August; living back in his trailer until his room at your place had been fully decorated.

It was the first time you’d ever been back for a second season of the same show, so you were eager to get back to filming.

When the first script came through, however, you were entirely unsurprised that you had barely any lines.

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The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Five- Dean x Reader

The Virgin and The Sex God: Chapter Five

Summary: Dean finds out you’re a virgin and begins to try to charm his way into your pants. Little does he know he’s about to fall in love.
Word Count: 2,050
Warnings: Sexual Content.  Language.

Originally posted by thejabberwock


I’m so addicted to all the things you do
When you’re rollin’ round with me in between the sheets
Oh the sounds you make, with every breath you take
It’s unlike anything, when you’re lovin’ me…
From Addicted by Saving Abel

You spent the next hour pretending that Dean hadn’t said anything.   The idea that he would say something like that was too much for your brain to process. You didn’t know if he meant it but you weren’t sure why he would say it with such passion if he didn’t  The feelings bubbling up in you were the most confused you had felt since your crush on Ben Harris in third grade.  You had ended up with a scraped knee and a broken heart from that one.  

You chewed your lip as you watched Dean nursing his beer across the table.  You had abandoned the thought of the game when all that shit with that asshole had gone down.  You had suggested to Dean about leaving but he had dismissed the idea. He told you that he wanted to spend the that time with you.  You had ordered several shots and downed them all at once at the news.  

Your attention was shifted from your thoughts when you felt the tickle from the buckle on your garter belt.  You had moved in your seat and it brushed along your thigh.  The feeling made your skin crawl, so you stood up to reattach it and felt glad Dean had chosen a dark corner of the bar. You placed your foot in your chair and pushed your skirt up so you could inspect what was happening.  You found that one of the front buckles was loose and you rolled your eyes in annoyance.  Once it was reattached, you leaned down and smoothed your hands over your stocking.

Dean sat with his beer pressed to his lips as he watched you.  When your hands graced over your thighs, he had all he could take and stood up abruptly.  Your head snapped to him in a second and you were met with his hands suddenly on your shoulders.  He turned you around and swept his hands under your thighs.  Lifting you with easy, he brought you to sit on the table.  You hadn’t protested as you were shocked from the sudden display.  Your eyes had widen to an impossible size as you stared up at him.  His eyes were blown wide open and you could feel the lust radiate through him.   A lump formed in your throat and it went down painfully.  

“Dean?”  You managed to whisper.  

The only answer you received was Dean’s hands pulling apart your thighs.  He stood between them and shift your hips so that you were pressed to him.  His harden cock pressed harshly into your pelvic bone and you let out a low moan.  Your brain felt dizzy and fogged over.  You reached up and caught him by the belt loops in order to press him closer.  Never in your life had you felt so sincerely desired and it made you want him to bend you over that table.

“Dean…”  You whispered again as you tilted your head up to him.  He was looking at you adoringly and you felt yourself fluster under his gaze.  The man was making you feel like you were the only woman in the world.  His hand caught your chin as he laid little kisses along your jaw.  They were so light that it felt like a caress from the wind.   He moved up your jawline until he rested his lips against the shell of your ear.  You giggled as his hot breath tickled you there.

“I swear to God, Y/N.  If I wasn’t trying to take this slow for your sake…  I’d rip those red panties down and have you on this table.  I’d have you screaming my name for this whole bar to hear.” He breathed against you.

A moan slipped from you as a pooling of desire snaked its way down to your aching core.  Your slickness built in your panties and you could feel the fabric becoming soaked.  You whined low in your throat when Dean ever so slightly bumped your sensitive sex.  

“Deeaaaannnnnnn.”  You groaned as you pulled him closer.  Your hips lifting to grind yourself against him.  Dean’s eyes lulled back in his head as the friction from your movements cause his cock to twitch.  

“Fuck.”  He hissed through his teeth as you continued to buck against him.  Your clit was bumping against his hard on as you moved desperately.  The feeling building in you was foreign and it made you want to scream.  You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself quiet and snapped your hips up one last time.  This wasn’t the place to cream your panties and bring all the attention to yourself.   

“Dean….”  You sighed before gently pushing him away.   “This isn’t the time or the place.”

Dean groaned as he stepped back to look at you.  The view of just how wet you had gotten as your legs were laying open for him made a shudder rip through him.  

“God damn, Y/N.  How the fuck can you be real?  Cute, funny, smart, sexy, and tough as hell.”  He rumbled almost too low for you to hear.  For the second time that night, Dean shocked you into complete silence.  You quickly slipped off the table as you excused yourself to the restroom.   You’re heart pounding in your ears as you flung the door to restroom open.  

Darting into the free stall, you slammed the door closed and locked it.  You clutched your hand to your chest and pressed yourself up against the cool metal.   What the hell was going on between you and Dean?  You were beyond perplexed at your own feelings.  Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest as his words danced their way through your head.  Did he really have feelings for you?  Was this all just a ploy to get you in bed?  Knowing Dean, it was the latter.  

You frowned at yourself and sighed.  That wasn’t fair.  Dean was a nice guy and he cared about your feelings.  Sure, he had been flirting with you and that display just a moment ago was something.  You knew deep down that he would never use his feelings for you as a way to get into your pants.  He was a broken wreck of a man, but he wasn’t a monster.  So maybe.  Just maybe.  He did have feelings for you.

Then there was you….

Did you have feelings for him?  You had spent the last few days trying to get a little revenge, but you had never stopped to think what that meant.  You knew that you were afraid to lose him as a friend.  That was the most profound feel swirling in you, but then something else was there.  Something new and frightening.  A feeling you had sworn off long before you had met Dean.  You chewed your lip and racked your brain about what to do.   Your thoughts shot back to the pool game and the desperate need for Dean to just give up his pursuit of you.  You just wanted things to go back to the way they were.  

You didn’t bother to return to the table.  Instead, you set up a new game of pool for you and Dean.  Pulling your phone out of your purse-you shot him a text to come and join you.  A few minutes later, he was standing beside you looking so damn good you could devour him.  His cheeks were flushed and he looked like he was breathing heavily.  Your eyes widen when you realized what he had just done.  The desire that knifed through you was almost too much for you to keep your composure.  The thought of Dean cumming while thinking of you was enough to make you not be able to sit right for a week.  

You bite the inside of your cheek again.  A painful reminder to keep yourself grounded in reality.  
This wasn’t going to happen.  You and Dean could never be anything more than friends.  His heart depended on it.

“Ok…  So I thought we could pay for real this time…  Same stakes… You know if we actually get to play.”  You said with a frown at the horrible memory of that asshole from earlier in the night.

Dean shot you a look before nodding in agreement.  He didn’t know what to make of you.  The idea of you being hot and cold was an understatement.  One minute you were burning hot and then next you were freezing cold.   Neither his heart or his cock knew what the fuck to do.

Half an hour later, you were eyeing up the eight ball and you couldn’t have felt happier.  There was no way you could miss such an easy shot.  With great care, you called the shot and it rolled triumphantly into the pocket.  You jumped for joy as your hands came over head in excitement.  You never got tired of winning at pool.

“Yes!”  You cried fist pumped. “I won.  Now you have to stay here with me a few more days.”  You said in a sing songy voice.  Your eyes were lit up like every star on a clear night.  This was the ticket to getting your friend back.  Dean would realize after a few days with you just what a bore you were and things would go back to the natural order.  You being a lone wolf virgin and him being a sex god.  In your excitement, you hadn’t noticed the way Dean’s eyes danced with a softness that he rarely displayed.   The man could admit that he was head over heels for you.

“Best fucking few days of my life.”  He mumbled as he smiled inwardly.  You didn’t know what was coming your way.  He was about to show you that everything you thought was right was wrong.  You did belong with him even if you didn’t know it yet.   The two of you spent the next few hours just goofing off at the bar.  There was no flirting or sexual deviance.  Just two people sharing their lives.

“Come on Dean.  My feet are killing me and my ass is cold.”  You said as you looked at your phone.  It read 1 a.m. and you groaned.   Dean chuckled at you and grabbed your hand.  The trip back to the motel was silent and still.  You didn’t know what to say to him except that you really wanted for him to understand why you needed him to stay.

“Dean, you don’t have to stay a few days.  I know you and Sam are busy.”  You hummed as you looked through the window.  The stars passed by in a swirl of white light.

Dean glanced over at you before answering you.  He wanted to stay but only if he got a chance to make you his.

“No.  I already told Sammy.  He’s fine without me.  Probably happier even.”  He said with a low chuckle.   You turned to give him an inquisitive look.  

“Sammy needs you Dean. That’s obvious to everyone.”  You said flatly.  Dean and his brother were a close as anyone could be and that was just how it was.  You admire the bond between the brothers.

“What about you?  Do you need me?”  He asked unexpectedly.   His eyes never left the road but you could tell by the way his body braced itself- he was expecting an answer.  You half wanted to just pretend that you didn’t hear, but you couldn’t do it.  Dean didn’t deserve that.

“Dean. I do need you. I couldn’t take losing your friendship.”  You mumbled in reply.  Your eyes had returned to the stars and in that moment you wished you could be among them.

“I’m not talking about friends sweetheart.”  He rumbled lowly.  His right hand slipping from the steering wheel and onto your upper thigh.  He gave it a squeeze and you felt yourself sigh.  You turned quickly and grabbed his hand.  

“Dean…  I can’t lose you.  I won’t lose you.  Not to something as silly as sex.”  You whispered as tears prickled at the corner of your eyes.

“You’d never lose me, Y/N.  If it was just about sex then I would have already taken what I wanted.  This is different.  I want something more.”  

AN:   :D  Hope you enjoyed the update.  Please let me know what you think and I’ll be back Friday with a new chapter.  Does this feel forced?  Is this a good pace for their feelings.  And the humor and flirting war isn’t over yet!

You can read all my work at my MASTERLIST.

Much Love,

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We Are Young: Chapter 2

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Standing in the middle of the school foyer, Dorian took a moment to stare up at the giant piece of fabric hanging from the ceiling.

The school colours stared back at him. LETS GO ROYALS jumped out, painted in red with a gold outline. Someone had even added red and gold sparkles, causing the banner to shine in the light of the school foyer.

The big game was in just a few days, and already the school was abuzz. Banners were being hung all over - in the hallways, classrooms, and especially around the front of the school - despite the fact that they would all have to come down for the game.

Dorian smirked as he walked by a banner that had been made just for him. “YOU HAVE A GOALIE, BUT WE HAVE A PRINCE!” Prince. A suitable nickname for the star goalie of the Royals. Everyone loved to say he was the best goalie they’d ever had, and if he was being honest with himself, he kind of was. That said, even he would admit the nickname was a bit much. Some girls came up with it his freshman year, and it stuck ever since.

“They sure love their hockey.”

Dorian looked to his left, pulling his lips back into a smile as Chaol stepped up next to him.

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All that Jazz - Sirius Black x Reader (smut)

[Request: Hi could I request a Sirius imagine where reader and Sirius have an argument and like hanging out with the Marauders becomes awkward as the two make sarcastic remarks and stuff. But after a few days there’s too much tension and make up smut (quite rough) but the Marauders walk in and are like ‘well I guess you guys made up then’ xxx
Warnings: SMUT/ kink/ my English/not that great? Idk!
I don’t own the gifs/ Credits to their original owners. Also, thank you @ra-veela-claw  for the gentle push!
Thank you for requesting!]
Requests are open!

You were struggling to study and remain calm at the same time because, in all honesty, all you wanted to do was flip the damn table over and burn your notes. It was soul sucking. Merlin knows how long you have been studying. You have been studying for hours upon hours. You weren’t that studious usually and you would prefer to be with your boyfriend but alas! N.E.W.T.S. 

“You’ve been studying all the day. And yesterday. And the day before. I missed you” Sirius said while he played with a strand of your hair affectionately
“I know, love. I just need to study for the exams. It’s not like I can fail” you said while you tucked the strand he was playing with behind your ear. He was pouting.
“Come on! Let’s do something fun! I feel abandoned” he murmured while he started pecking your neck. You let out a heavy breath. You can’t give up now. It’s only one more chapter after all!
“Cut it out Siri” you pulled away from his kisses. You wouldn’t be able to resist him any longer if he kept doing that.
“Jeez, woman!” he said mocking you. You really didn’t need that kind of attitude right now.
“Stop it! I need to study. You may not care about your future, but I do. So leave me the fuck alone!” you snapped at him. You weren’t really that mad but it came out that way. Truth is, you were bottling things up. Like how he didn’t care about the exams or anything, that is. He seemed to be so laid back and chilled out when you were studying your ass off and still- you hadn’t even finished one book.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spat cruelly at you, causing your mind to shut down. With you? What was wrong with him?
“I am not the one who doesn’t give a flying fuck about anything. I want to do something with my life. I don’t want to waste it away because I was so stupid to throw every chance out of the window. I have goals and aspirations”. You were yelling at him by now. You just didn’t understand how someone could throw his life away to have fun. Fun. How fun will it be when he can’t even find a job?
“Screw this” he yelled at you, venom spreading through his words into your blood. He just stood up and left. And took all of the air with him. For a while, you felt numb and you tried to regain focus. Nothing seemed to work and soon tears were streaming down your face, sobs echoing around you, silent at first, deafening after a while.
You grabbed the books and threw them at the wall while ripping your notes apart and creating a chaos.  
Lily marched in. Your legs gave away and you crashed the floor.

Dinner was… Heartbreaking. You were sitting alongside the girls. They were talking about the next Hogsmeade trip and how beneficial a day off would be. You wouldn’t dare to look up because he was sitting there with his friends, laughing and girls were right beside him. Too many girls. Not you. You were mad and sad and mad. You literally wanted to scream at them that he was yours… but was he? The only thing you wanted to do after the argument was to apologize to him because you just didn’t mean it. You didn’t want to yell at him. He wasn’t the problem. The exam thing was just too overwhelming and you… Oh, great you thought to yourself. Here they come. They sat right across you. You had to keep your posture.
“Lily-pad! How is it you look so ravishing every day?” James flirted. Lily just rolled her eyes and offered him a forced smile.
“We are already dating James” she simply stated. Yeah, like that would do it. The guy never stopped flirting with her.
“At least she isn’t screwing you over studying”. He didn’t. Your mouth agape. Fine, two can play this game.
“I’m not listening, but keep talking. I enjoy the way your voice makes my ears bleed” you said sarcastically, making eye contact with him for the first time. He raised an eyebrow.
“I’d agree with you but then we’d both be wrong” he returned. You felt like punching him straight in the face.
“Are you always this retarded or are you making a special effort today?”. Who would have guessed that you could go this cocky?
“If it looks like I give a damn, please tell me. I don’t want to give off the wrong impression” he continued. You rose from your seat. You wanted to scream and punch and kick the hell out of him.
“I’d insult you, but the sad truth is that you wouldn’t understand and if I tried to explain it to you, your brain might implode from information overload” you spat at him. You were glaring daggers at each other. Every student was staring at you two. Your friends were trying to distract you from each other but every attempt failed.
“Why are you here?” he growled. You faked an innocent smile and batted your eyelashes.
“Wow, you sound better with your mouth closed” you answered too sweetly. You walked away from your friends and made your way towards the exit. What you couldn’t realize though was that even though you were furious at him, you actually found him so damn hot.

The same scene was playing on repeat. Every time you two were in the same room, doing as much as breathing the same air, the world would stop spinning and sarcastic, mean even, remarks would be exchanged. Your friends tried to reason both of you but nothing could change the fact that he was an ass to you and that you were an ass to him.
You were currently about to enter their room because Lily made you the messenger. She wanted you to tell James to meet her in the Astronomy Tower. You were fuming at your friend but you did owe her that much.
When you did enter the room, however, James wasn’t there. In fact, no one was there but the very person you wanted to slap. He was shirtless. That was a sight that never failed to make you blush. He was gorgeous and he knew it.
“You’re not that lucky and I’m not that desperate!” he exclaimed. But you’ve had enough. More than enough.
“Yes. Yes, you are” you whispered, your voice stripped from any sarcasm. It was the truth. It had been one week and two days since this crazy thing had begun. You haven’t touched each other for what seemed like, forever. You’d lie if you said that you didn’t miss his hands on your body, his lips on your face.
You took a few steps closer. You could feel the heat that his body radiated.
“And Merlin knows, I am” you breathed out, inches away. Your hot breath fell on his lips, sending shivers down his spine.

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Me Time (emilyevanstan’s blogiversary)

#39. Me time. Bucky x Reader

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, reader performing uh, manual sex (I don’t know how to describe a hand job), swear words (cuz I’m a potty mouth)

Summary: Bucky constantly talks about ‘me time’ and Reader is dying to find out what exactly he does.

WC 1440

AN I really wanted to make this as filthy as possible as homage to @emilyevanston but it’s not nearly at her level. I tried!
This fic is written as a one shot for @emilyevanston ‘s 1 year / 2k blogiversary. I hope you enjoy it my dear! xo

GIF not mine

Bucky was always touting the importance of “me time” to anyone and everyone was getting sick of hearing him explain, always with that shit-eating smirk on his face, just how necessary it was for one to take some time for themselves. You did have to admit that whenever he returned from his “me time’ there was a noticeable improvement in his mood.

You point blank asked him about it one day during training.

“Bucky, what exactly does ‘me time’ entail?” 

You swore a slight flush crawl up his neck and dust his cheeks. “Well, it’s really anything that you do that makes you … makes you feel good, ya know?”

You shook your head, “No. Like… painting?” You had a hard time picturing the Winter Soldier sketching in a notebook.

He nodded, “For some people, yeah. Like Steve. His ‘me time’ involves drawing. Nat likes running.”

“So what do you do?”

“My time is a little more… physical.” He smirked.

“Like what?” you persisted.

“Never you mind,” was his response.

Originally posted by chubby-dumpling-384

A few days after that conversation happened, the air conditioner in the tower was on the fritz. Tony swore he had no idea how it happened, but you knew he had been tinkering with it, trying to make it strong enough to actually make snow.

Because it was so hot, everyone was super cranky and irritable. People were snapping at each other for the most ridiculous things so you tried to avoid everyone, choosing to remain in your room in the dark, wearing as little as possible. After a while though, you realized that you weren’t feeling any cooler so you ventured out to the kitchen to grab a cold drink (at least the fridge and freezers were working).

You walked into Sam and Bucky bickering over a game of cards (why they thought a competitive game would be a good idea on a day when they were unusually cranky was beyond you).

Without interrupting them, you trudged to the fridge and pulled out your bottle of water, shivering slightly at the cool air coming from the inside.

“Y/N, would you tell Bucky here that you need to call last card before you have the last damn card?” Sam huffed at you.

Holding up a finger, you took a long swallow of your drink. “You only have to call it if you decide upon it I the start of the game. Sorry, Sam.”

He frowned at you and threw down his cards, “Ugh, of course you’d take his side.” He rolled his eyes.

You smiled and flipped him the bird.

Bucky was unusually quiet during this exchange. Abruptly, he stood up and excused himself, muttering something about ‘me time’.

You scolded Sam, “See what you did? You upset him.” You were about to go after him but Sam stopped you.

“Want some ice cream?” he offered and you gladly accepted.


Later that day, you walked by Steve and Bucky in the game room playing pool. You were on your way to the library to do some quiet reading but you had forgotten to ask Steve if he had returned some books that you lent him.

“Hey guys…Steve, do you still have those books I lent you?” you interrupted.

Steve looked up from the pool table and almost dropped his pool cue. “Y/N!” he scolded. “Where are your clothes?”

You shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing. Since it was so hot, you had been walking around in a tank top and shorts. “Steve, it’s hot. What do you want me to wear?”

He flushed, “Sorry. I guess I’m just used to seeing you a lot more covered up.”

You felt your face turn warm, “You’re embarrassing me, you ass. It’s too hot to wear too many clothes. Besides, it’s not much different than what you’ve got on.” You crossed your arms,  “So… my books?”

“They’re in my room, come by later and get them.”

“Should I wear more clothes? Would that make you more comfortable?” you teased him.

He blushed, “Sorry!” he apologized again.

You shrugged at him, “Whatever. I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?”

Bucky just shook his head at you, lips pursed. Steve asked for an iced tea.

When you returned with his drink, Bucky was gone and Steve was playing a video game.

“Where’d Buck go?” you asked, handing him his drink.

“Thanks. Uh, to his room. Said he needed some ‘me time’,” he rolled his eyes.

You stomped your foot down. “Dammit! That’s the second time today he’s left me for his damned ‘me time’! I’m starting to get the feeling that something’s up.”

“Nah,” Steve replied. “You’re being paranoid.”

“Maybe,” you mused, “but I’m going to investigate.”

“Y/N,” he warned, “Don’t go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

You batted your lashes at him, “Lil ol me?” you asked.

He laughed as you walked away.


You made your way to Bucky’s room but stopped before walking in. What if Steve was right? Maybe you should be minding your own business. But you heard noises coming from behind the door and curiosity got the best of you so you quietly pushed his door open.

You froze at the sight before you. Bucky was splayed across his bed, head back, eyes closed in concentration. His shorts were pushed down and his metal hand gripped the sheets around him as his flesh hand stroked up and down, choking his thick cock. His pace was fast, almost furious, and the sounds coming from him immediately made your pussy wet.

You watched him for a moment, frozen in spot when suddenly, he moaned out your name.

You took a sharp breath in and his eyes flew open, making eye contact with yours.

He cocked an eyebrow at you and kept going, slowing down his movements. 

You watched as he swiped his thumb over his dripping head and used his precum to lubricate his hand.

Silently, your eyes followed the motion and without realizing it, you licked your lips.

Bucky let out a low moan and you made eye contact again.

“You’re fuckin’ killing me,” he ground out, between clenched teeth. 

You shook your head in disbelief not sure what was going on.

He continued in his actions, moving his hand agonizingly slow. “All day long, you’ve been killin’ me. Every time you walked into the room… your fuckin’ tits bouncing in my face.  Watching you walk away, your ass in those shorts…” he threw his head back, groaning obscenely and heat flooded your body.

“What?” you choked out, still not understanding what exactly was going on. “Is this really happening?”

He chuckled drily, “Sweetheart, this is about you. The things you do to me… the things I wanna do to you.”

You swallowed hard, “Fuck Bucky, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

He hand halted in his movements, “Seriously? Can we table this conversation for later, maybe?”

You laughed, walking towards him. “Need a hand there?” You stopped in your tracks. “Wait…this is what you do during ‘me time’?!”

He had the decency to look embarrassed, “Uh, yeah?” he offered.

You just laughed at him, “Of all the ridiculous things I’ve ever heard…” you leaned in and kissed him, hard. “Is it still ‘me time’ if two of us are doing it?” You winked at him, reaching down and replacing his hand with yours.
You stroked him, hesitantly at first then increasing your speed. 

Bucky moaned at your touch, “God, that feels so good.”

You kept up with your pace and kissed him, using your other hand to run your fingers through his hair.

He cupped your face with his hands, pulling you to him. Instinctively, his hips lifted of their own accord. “Shit, baby, I’m close…”

“Shh, come for me then,” you coaxed him.

You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand and with a groan, he came, ribbons of hot cum spurting out, coating his abdomen and chest.

You slowed down your movements and stilled, kissing him softly. You got up to get a towel so he could clean himself.

Bucky heard you giggling to yourself in the bathroom and he called out to you, “Y/N? What’s so funny?”

You returned and tossed him the towel, “You are. I can’t believe this is what you’ve been doing this whole time!”

He rolled his eyes at you and you continued.

“Can I ask an… awkward question?”

He looked at you, “At this point, I think we’re beyond awkwardness.”

“Right… Do you… do you really think of me?”

He smiled at you, “Every damn time.”


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Going south AU!

“It’s our presence really necessary?” Since his travel to Dragonstone to meet his aunt, Jon decided he hated the south, far too warm for him. His clothes sticked to his skin on a completely disgusting way, his hair was even more at disarray than usual, and worst of all he couldn’t wear his everyday clothes. His cousin Sansa had made him a few breeches and tunics out of gauzy silk and fresh cotton, but he felt it would be a shame to ruin such fine garments with his sweat, so he was donning a black wool tunic, the thing was in a pitful state for Jon used it to train often but he would change as soon as the reached Sunspear.

Sansa laughed, Jon was especially grumpy since they reached the westerlands and the temperature kept on rising “If you wish to keep a good relationship with the Martells then yes. You’re the King cousin, at least until all the realms can reunite again and decide if they are to crown you and if the Red Keep and Iron Throne are to be repaired or if we wish to be independent like we were before the conquest, and this is the wedding of Princess Arianne, it would give the dornish a poor impression of you if you refused to come”

“I hate it”

She laughed again, and Jon cursed to all the gods and hells, she had no right to look so beautiful. That was of course the other reason why he was despairing in this hot wheater, the vision of his fair cousin in those light dresses that exposed far more skin than he was accostumed to made him feel a green boy anew.

Catching Jon’s sour expression she stopped laughing “I am sorry your Grace I shouldn’t be mocking you so. We should be arriving very soon, then you can take a bath and change into more appropiate clothes, I bet you’ll feel much better at once”

Jon groaned “Don’t call me your Grace, Sansa.”

“But I must, it’s the appropiate way to address you, in Winterfell among my siblings is not a problem if I call you Jon cousin, but here things are different and you know it”

Damn her and her political savvyness! Damn her cleverness! Damn her beautiful blue eyes and the curve of her delicate waist! But most of all damn the game of thrones people on the south so loved to take part in!

“I suppose I should call you Lady Sansa then” he wanted to make her mad, to have at least the smallest of hopes that she returned his feelings.

“You supposed correctly”

As unreadable and proper as always, he thought dejected.



Prince Doran himself recieved them among his children and brother. He was tired and his courtesies were surely more than lacking, not that it mattered much, for only Prince Doran and Princess Arianne seemed to look at him. Princes Quentyn, Trystane and the infamous Red Viper’s eyes were immediately drawn to his cousin. How could they not? Her bright blue eyes complemented perfectly the blue of her silky dress, the one with a big V of exposed flesh in the front that he tried desesperately not to stare at, her flowing red hair bright as burnished copper, and her lovely face. Every man’s dream.

Her manners however were perfect, she curtisied graciously and smiled. Prince Oberyn stepped forward and took her hand between his.

Jon frowned what was he–?

Oberyn bent and kissed her knuckles “You have truly grown into a beautiful woman Lady Sansa”

“I could never match your Lady Ellaria, but thank you my Prince”

He couldn’t believe this! He barely dared touch his cousin, she usually never permitend such close contact with anyone and he never wanted to make her un comfortable as much as he itched to hold her and kiss her soft pink lips… But he didn’t, the last time he had touched her so intimately was when he kissed her brow after retaking Winterfell, they were brother and sister back then, it wasn’t wrong, no matter if for a moment he had wanted to kiss her senseless, it wasn’t wrong, he was as brotherly as his budding feelings allowed him to be and that had to be enough (gods knew how disgusted he had been of himself back then) and yet, here she was, letting a stranger kiss her hand and call her beautiful without flinching.

He saw red when Prince Quentyn did the same, even more when he noticed the lad blush when his cousin smiled. For a moment he was back in the crypts of Winterfell (“I love Sansa as I loved her mother”) his fists tightened, but then he tried to relax, he couldn’t do this,Sansa would surely hate him if she saw him like this, the gods knew she had had enough man that desired her… He was disgusting, even if his intentions were to protect her, she didn’t needed nor wanted his protection.

When Prince Trystane turn came he had enough sense to look in other direction.

It was more than scandalous, one thing was touching a lady’s arm to escort her and another kiss her knuckles and bow to the level of her teats! But then Dorne was famous for such a relaxed behaviour.



Sansa, as most times, had been right he did feel better now that he bathed and changed. Though his uneasiness remained, his cousin was surely changing for supper, but he didn’t liked the idea of her being alone for long, dornish man were rumoured to be bold and if the innappropiate greetings Sansa got from Dorne’s princes were anything to to by he didn’t want to think what lesser lords and knights would be like, his cousin was far too corteous to stop them, and Lady Brienne would probably be stopped from taking any action that would offend their hosts, Jon cared little for it though, he didn’t meant to start any conflict with Dorne of course but he wouldn’t just stand by if any man dared disrespect his cousin.

He walked to Sansa’s door, guarded by Brienne and Podrick. “Has my cousin settled down?”

Brienne fixed him an icy stare, the knight woman had never quite liked him “Lady Stark is getting ready, Princess Arianne invited her to sup with her”

“Brienne, is that Jon outside?” came Sansa’s sweet voice from inside the chambers.

“Yes m'lady”

“Let him in please”

The tall knight stared him down and then stepped aside. Once he entered the chambers and took in the sight of Sansa sitting in front of the vanity’s mirror, hair unbound and wild around her naked shoulders a pout on her pink lips and a frown he ached to smooth with his hands, he almost fainted from the sudden heat prickling his skin, he averted his gaze at once and cleared his throat to announce his presence.

She turned around and sighed “Thank the gods you’re here Jon! I can’t tame my hair and I am in need of your assistance”

His throat felt parched suddenly, but he still approached her and took the brush from her hands “You should really consider taking a handmaid my Lady” he grabbed a handful of her bright copper locks and started brushing them softly, ignoring how much he to bury his face in them.

“Nonsense, I can manage just fine most of the time besides I have the sweetest cousin to help me the times I can’t”

Though her tone was light and teasing, he knew the real reason behind her lack of maids: she couldn’t bare the idea of a stanger touching her in such an intimate manner, one that reminded her so of her mother and the innocence of her childhood. It didn’t made it less of a torture for him nevertheless, he longed to not only help her dress her hair but of mussing it up in the throws of passion, of having that fire-kissed hair spilled over his furs, at the same time he felt guilty for such wanton and lustful thoughts when she showed nothing but trust in letting him brush her hair he dreaded to think what her reaction would be if she knew of his desires.

“I can’t think of a better suited task for a King” he replied.



Princess Arianne was already waiting for her in her solar. The table was richly served, a suckling roasted pig among plates full of colorful fruits and a bottle of what Sansa asumed was Dornish wine.

“I am greatful for your invitation Princess”

Arianne dissmised her courtesy with a movement of her hand “None of that formalities Lady Sansa come sit by me”

She did as instructed, not knowing exactly how to behave now that Pricess Arianne asked her to leave courtesies aside.

“Your hair has the most stunning color” Princess Arianne reached for a strand of her hair and twisted it gently in her fingers “You’ve already caused quite the impresión among the lords and knights of Dorne, why even my brother Quentyn couldn’t take his eyes off you, and believe me he is not the type to fawn over a pretty Lady”

“Thank you my Princess” she didn’t liked all this talk about her looks or the Prince’s opinion on her looks.

Arianne laughed “You needn’t look so weary my Lady, though I supposed I was a bit inconsiderate, I know you haven’t had the easiest of lives and rest assured I merely wished to compliment you”

She allowed herself to relax a little “Thank you my princess, you are also very beautiful, your hair specially it looks immaculate even in this heat, I could barely brush mine”

“It’s nothing really, I use some water and a couple of oils brought from Essos for that. I’ll have someone take a bottle to your chambers”

She smiled “You’re really kind my princess.”

The princess frowned and took a sip from her cup “You’re awfully proper my Lady, not that I think that is wrong but you look so young… You know my Lady, once my cousins told me something my uncle Oberyn advised them to do, they said he wanted for them to find pleasure wherever they could for there was very little of it in the world, to this dar I think is the wisest thing I’ve ever heard, don’t you agree?”

“I think he was very right about being little pleasure in the world, but personaly I could never dare to seek for it, I have too many responsabilities to my people to go out of my way looking for pleasure, besides the North is a very different place from Dorne”

“Fuck them” Arianne said hotly “All of them grand Lords seek their pleasure in brothels why should we not?”

“I could not say my princess” she said agreeing in her heart with Arienne’s rage and even took a sip from her wine. “Then you and your cousin never…?”

Sansa blushed “No! We never, you see we believed to be siblings and Jon is too honorable to think about me in such a way.”

“I see, I guess you must have had a very close relationship as siblings for you to believed that”

“No, quite the opposite really,we rarely spoke to each other, my mother did not like for me and my siblings to spend time with him, though I was the only one who pleased her in that aspect, we only grew closer after we met again”

Arianne smiled “See? Then what is the problem? Don’t you like him? Because I admit if I wasn’t getting married I would have definitely tried my luck with him, such handsome man, and strong from what I’ve heard.”

“I do like him” her face was very hot, but it wasn’t the wine nor the food she knew, it was this feelings she had never dared to voice “but I know he would never see me in that way, he is too honorable for that” and what a cruel joke from the gods that one of the things that made her love him so was also the one that would make her feelings remain unrequited.

“Honor” Arianne snorted “the worst mistress there ever was, dry as dust between the legs and as cold as the fucking wall in her affections.”

Sansa almost spit the wine from the laughter that overcame her.

“Good to see you smiling Lady Sansa” Arianne smirked “I wouldn’t be so sure about his disinterest though, his Grace seemed more than ready to punch my kin for kissing your hand”

Her eyes widened “I don’t know what to say, why would he do that?”

“Well maybe he doesn’t know that is the proper greeting here and can’t stand the thought of another man touching you”

Sansa considered it for a moment, Jon hadn’t had much time to adjust to being King and getting the fitting education for it, so it was a given he hadn’t known about it but jealousy? her heart skipped a bit, but no maybe that was not the case he never looked at her like Littlefinger, he barely looked at her at all and se preferred it that way for fear he would see through her and know about her feelings. But then she remembered what Theon told her about Jon forgiving him for what he did for her, not to mention the way Littlefinger had taunted about Jon being the same as him… Could it be?



The very next day she got her answer.

Jon had been in a very foul mood after his supper with the Red Viper tough he could not anything but warn Sansa to stay away from him and his lover. So she proposed to take a walk through the gardens the very next day, surely not even Jon could be grumpy with such a beauty surrounding him.

She had been wrong about it for now as Prince Quentyn explained the types of flowers and times of the year they bloomed to them Jon was frowning.

“You should really see Sunspear at summer, no better time of the year for the blood oranges and lemmons, I heard you were rather fond of lemmoncakes, and we have the very best of them in Dorne, just last year he had the biggest production in 5 years” Prince Quentyn enthusiastically listing figures and lots of different data about the crops and castle.

“Are you feeling well your Grace?” she asked him in a whisper when Prince Quentyn wasn’t looking.

“I’m as well as I can be my Lady”

But she noticed he was still looking at Prince Quentyn with displeasure, her conversation with Princess Arianne came unwillingly to her mind.

“This is my brother’s garden” he led them through an elegant arch adorned with orange an yellow tiles, on both sides of the cobblestone path beautiful rose bushes stood proudly filling the air with their sweet scent “There he is”

Prince Trystane was sitted on a bench, a book on his lap.

“Your roses are beautiful my Prince” she said in awe.

“I planted most of them for Lady Myrcella” his voice was tinted with sadness, but he shook it off maybe not wanting them to see him so vulnerable. Then he plucked a white rose from a nearby bush and extended it to her “It goes well with your dress m'lady, and I know Lady Myrcella would have liked to see you again so take it in her stead please”

Before she could thank the prince, Jon spoke.

“I don’t feel very well, I think I should return to the castle” he said with pained voice. “If you excuse me”

“Mayhaps your cousin hasn’t yet acostumed to dornish cuisine” Prince Quentyn suggested.

Prince Trystanne looked completely confused “No I don’t think that is so brother, Lady Sansa did we do anything to upset his grace? he looked angry rather that sick”

She felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest “I could not say, but maybe I should go and make sure he sees a Maester. If you excuse me my Princes” se curtisied and spoke properly but her mind wasn’t even into it, she just wanted to see Jon and maybe– Well she didn’t know if she would say anything to him yet, but maybe she would know when she saw him.




Her voice made him stop, he had wanted to get as far as he could from the Princes of Dorne for fear, Sansa deserved happiness and lemmons and gallant gestures, she deserved someone who loved her freely even if he didn’t liked it, he was afraid because he had wanted to chase both Princes away from Sansa, he was afraid of her reaction would be if he did.

Damn Dorne! Seemed every man in the castle was after his cousin, he almost had punched the Red Viper when he suggested he and his llover would love to invite his cousin into their bed just to laugh it off and tease him about how in love he surely was with her to be so angry.

She catched up to him, chest heaving up and down, hair messy and unbound, eyes bright. He felt his loved her so much in that moment, may the gods forgive him.

“Are you truly un-well?” she aside her taking his hand as was her custom when she wanted him to really listen.


“Then you should see a Maester at once” she licked her lips and that was his undoing.

“No” his voice was breaking, he cupped her face in his hands expecting her to refuse his touch, instead she leaned into it. He looked her in the eyes willing her to understand “I don’t think a maester could help me.”

“Then who?“she asked breathing heavily.

“You” he breathed against her lips, closing at last the distance between them. Her lips sweeter and softer that he had ever dreamed, her kissing him back surpassed any hope and dream he had ever had, and now he vowed he wouldn’t let go, diplomacy and political matches be damned.


Gods I am sorry for taking so long in writing this but my week has been pretty busy, I am working on the rest of the prompts I swear! So I actually don’t like the over-sexualization of dornish people cuz that is pretty racist in my humble opinion, but I love angsty Jon so here! Also I would love for Arianne and Sansa to be friends. Hope you liked it and keep sending prompts my way!!!

a long list of my favorite pokemon headcanons

wrote ‘em up cause I’m bored, which is how most of my posts come to be.

these are in no specific order. some were def inspired by other people. links provided for further info on a few of ‘em.

uhh… yeah. I did say it was a long list. I was really bored.

Busy - [EXO] Dr!Chanyeol Au

[A/N] So my doctor-to-be friend came over to take me out to dinner, and he’s been so grateful that he passed his fourth year exam flawlessly, and decided to drain my money by coming over, so this was slightly inspired by him. So pray that he’ll be an orthopedist one day, he’s amazing and kind. And single.

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You just got off the phone with your mother and apart from screaming at your little brother to come out of his room, she just complaints how she’s having indigestion, every now and then.

You didn’t have to ask why because she’s will answer that question for you, without even having a second to think about how it will hurt you. “…because you’re not married yet. Your friends are having their honeymoons, having a second baby, getting hitched, being in a relationship…” and then she proceeds to tell you the darndest thing, “What about you.”

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Let me get this straight.

Ezra has 3 girlfriends (Ali, Aria, and Nicole) that go missing, and miraculously return, and he wants to write a book about all 3. And none of y'all have found this suspicious?!

He’s miraculously on TV for Nicole’s return when Noel’s chopping his own damn head off. Amazing alibi, and cute of him to use his mommy (Mary Drake) to run the game while he was out of town.

Then he has to frantically “run to New York” lol please. He had to go deal with Jenna on the Season 2 set of Mr. Robot. You know, the scene with Angela and White Rose. Lol.

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Happy birthday @amalasdraws! I love getting to be your friend, I hope you have an amazing day & a great upcoming year! <3

As a kid, summertime is Tooru’s favourite time of year for two reasons.

The first reason is that his birthday is in summertime. It’s one of the few times he’s allowed to have multiple people over, and he doesn’t have to bug his parents to let a friend stay the night, laughing and playing games and enjoying themselves.

The second reason (and what he likes even more) is when his parents take him and his sister out to spend long weekends at the lake house. Now that they’re old enough - and after much pestering - Tooru’s parents allow him and his sister to each bring a friend along, and Tooru has so much that he wants to share with Hajime.

After a long day of playing out in the sun, catching crayfish and splashing each other in the cool water, Tooru can already feel exhaustion pulling at him, but he brushes it away as he climbs into the futon set up in the living room for him and Hajime. The blankets are cool, but he knows they won’t be for too much longer.

Hajime’s rummaging through their bin of movies, pulling out a tape that he likes and sliding it into the player. He pads back to the futon after turning on the old television set up for them, climbing in beside Tooru without hesitation.

Tooru slides over to give him some more room, laying his head back on the pillow and rubbing at his eyes.

“Tired?” Hajime asks, propping himself up on an elbow. He ignores the trailers for new movies playing on the television and reaches over, brushing some hair out of Tooru’s face.

His fingers feel cool on Tooru’s probably sunburned face. It’s nice.

“A little,” Tooru admits, blinking slowly. Hajime drops back down on the bed and Tooru slides a little closer so that their shoulders are touching. “What did you pick?” He asks, turning over towards the television.

Hajime shifts to move his shoulder so that he can tuck his arm under Tooru’s neck. “That magic one that you like so much.”

“Really?!” Tooru turns towards him and grins, excitement evident in his face.

“Yeah,” Hajime responds, turning to face the television set. “You were sayin’ you wanted to watch it again… so…”

Tooru laughs and shoves Hajime a little, who retaliates by jumping back on him and pushing him back to his side of the futon. They both end up in a pile on the floor with a thump and this starts a tickle war, the both of them laughing and trying to best the other, neither wanting it to end until Tooru’s fighting tears from laughing so hard-

“I give!” he chokes out the words between laughter, clutching his stomach; Hajime’s grinning a mile wide when he pulls back, trying to quiet his laughter so that they don’t wake Tooru’s parents.

“That makes thirty-two for me,” Hajime says, pushing himself up to his knees and offering a hand to help Tooru up. “And-”

“Yes, twenty-eight for me! Don’t worry Iwa-chan, I’ll catch up.” Tooru takes his hand and they both stumble back to their feet. Hajime pulls Tooru back into the futon by the hand, flopping down on top of each other as they catch their breath.

Tooru cuddles up next to Hajime and doesn’t even care that he misses the rest of the movie when he falls right to sleep, happy and warm and safe.

Middle school is where everything starts to change.

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limitlessshipping  asked:

I feel like my prompt might have been eaten or something... Anyway, Obi-Wan being secretly in love with Anakin and then becoming completely lovesick due to a thing (idk, illness, bug bite, drink, drug, who cares?) that makes you lovesick for the one you love (I'm talking about you know, blushing, sighing, smiling absent-mindedly, leaning into touches and stuff). Surely Anakin finds it all out and tells Obi-Wan (who is afterwards embarrassed as hell) he feels the same and a fluffy ending happens!

Docilely letting Anakin lead him around by the hand, Obi-Wan smiled down at the much larger hand holding onto his, gently squeezing the flesh and bone hand now and then to get the responding pressure returned.

Anakin really had marvelous hands and fingers.

Long fingers, dexterous and clever, able to wedge themselves into spaces to fix up droids and space ships.

Gentle fingers.

Warm fingers.

“Obi-Wan?” Obi-Wan jerked his head up and smiled warmly at the other.

“Yes Anakin?”

“Kix is here, will you let Kix have a look at you?” He questioned gently with his face set in a worried furrow.

Right, the spiked drink.

“Yes of course, but I’m telling you, I’m fine dear one.” Obi-Wan watched in fascination as color spread across the others cheeks at the endearment.

“But for my sake Obi-Wan.”

“Well…alright.” If it was for Anakin, then he could submit himself to Kix care.


“…He’s lovesick? That’s your diagnosis?” Anakin stared at the medic with his eyebrows furrowed.

“No I mean he’s ACTUALLY love sick, as in this drug is made to make someone…well that.” Kix gestured to where Obi-Wan was sitting, watching Anakin with a silly little smile and soft eyes. “For the person they…well like.”

The blond blinked.

“Are you implying…”

“I’m not implying anything. I’m just telling you that the stuff his drink was spiked with is technically harmless. Technically.”

“Technically.” Anakin repeated and tilted his head, he didn’t see so much harm in being lovesick for the person you actually cared for but obviously Kix saw something. The clone sighed and rubbed the back of his neck before focusing on him again.

“Say you’re married but you don’t love the person, if you’re spiked you reveal that. Or if the person you’re with is abusive but you love them anyway? There’s a lot of ways something like this could go wrong sir, here it could be used against the General if he had feelings for someone on the opposition. As it is we’re lucky that the General’s affection is…well here. And won’t take advantage of him. We just need to let the drug dry out in his systems until then.”

So Obi-Wan was going to be looking at him like that until then?

Like he…

But if what Kix said was right then this was what Obi-Wan felt normally, just the things he normally hid.

He nodded to the medic and moved to Obi-Wan’s side.

The moment he touched the others shoulder a faint blush rose up the others neck while he leaned into the touch. “Yes?”

“You hungry? We didn’t really get to eat a lot at the negotiation until your drink got spiked.” Anakin questioned.

“Food does sound nice. Will you be there?” Obi-Wan questioned hopefully with a tiny smile that Anakin recognized as being the ones reserved for him. But coupled with the blush and the almost shy lip nibbling Obi-Wan was doing….

‘Force the other was acting like a love sick teenager.’

And it was endearing for some reason.

Obi-Wan was endearing.

‘How long have you had feelings for me?’ He wondered even as he nodded and smiled, helping the other to his feet. ‘How well did you hide it from me?’

Obi-Wan leaned a bit into his space and peeked up at him with a soft smile.

‘How did you hide it from me you man with the emotional range of a teaspoon?’ Anakin grinned in return before pulling the other Jedi with him, amused and awed by all the blushing and happy sighing the other was letting out.

A lovesick Obi-Wan was a…strange Obi-Wan.

But Anakin could grow to like him for sure, they way he watched Anakin, the way he reached for him even in the Force, seemed to search him out when he was out of sight.

But he did want the normal Obi-Wan back.

Because kissing a man on drugs was not the way Anakin had been raised damn it.

Which was why this was becoming a waiting game and Anakin was not a patient man damn it!

Especially when Obi-Wan smiled at him so sweetly and kept fiddling with his own hair as if he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“I like it like this.” Anakin offered, reaching out and tucking the red hairs behind Obi-Wan’s ear. “Easier to see your face.” He confided even as he stroked the others ear before pulling back.

“Oh…alright.” Obi-Wan grinned at his hands.

Anakin was unable to resist allowing Obi-Wan to curl up against his chest, arm around the others waist as he drowsed against the blond as he nosed into the others chest and quite obviously was taking in his scent.

‘Noooot going to take advantage of him…just let him fall asleep Anakin. Be good and let him fall asleep.’


“Anakin please can we just…this never happened, alright?” Obi-Wan was moving speedily in front of him, keeping a bit ahead even though Anakin tried to be by his side in the camp. “It was just…fluff. Air…nothing important.”

“Nothin-you love me!” Anakin scowled at his back.

“I just… that is… of course I care about you.” Obi-Wan tried to stammer his way out of the situation he was in but it was kind of hard when Anakin KNEW about the drug he had been spiked with and had been with him for the entire situation.

Thank you for that one Kix.

“No you outright love me.” Anakin used his longer legs to bring him in front of the other, standing in his way. “You love me properly.” He reached up, cupping the others face, feeling the beard against his palms. “And you are trying to backpedal.”

His heart was pounding against his rib cage as Obi-Wan stared up at the other Jedi and he swallowed hard.

“We are Jedi Anakin…”

“No one has to know.” Anakin responded quickly.

“…We’re in the middle of camp.”

“And? Our troopers wouldn’t tell anyone.” Anakin gave him that boyish grin that sent Obi-Wan’s heart somewhere to his throat.


“Please Obi-Wan? We can be Jedi first but…why can’t we love each other too?” The other was closer, dropping his head down, lips only millimeters from the others and the sensation of beard ever so slightly tickling at his skin.

“I…” Obi-Wan leaned into the hands, shivering a bit.

It would be so easy to give in.

To easy.

“I…can’t.” Obi-Wan pulled back, shaking himself before moving around Anakin and hurried towards the comm tent, leaving a blinking blond behind in the middle of camp.

Several clones did their best to seem like they hadn’t been paying attention, wincing in sympathy with the younger General.

That had not gone as expected.

The Game

@sleepingupsidedown <- I blame you for this one
-First off let’s get one thing straight Pidge doesn’t drink because A. Underage and B. Doesn’t like the taste of alcohol so they are the DP (designated pilot)
-Hunk has the best alcohol tolerance and barely ever gets drunk but when he does the kindness skyrockets as if that’s even possible, more hugs, compliments, and he lets everyone know that Lance is his best friend/ brother, and the paladins are also his family but he and Lance are hella tight
-When Shiro gets drunk he becomes a stuttering mess who tries and fails to flirt with Allura, but no worries because he never remembers it in the morning, and he doesn’t really get that terrible of a hangover
-Allura is magnificent in many things but being able to tolerate alcohol is not one of them. She is known as the lightweight™, and she relaxes more and just has a good time with the fam
-Coran is just a mess, he can’t do proper English or any language for that matter (it’s also how the team learned that Coran speaks and reads about 25 different languages fluently and can speak another 5 but it’s slightly more broken and he’s working on it) but he also sobers up really quickly
-Lance and Keith are a different story altogether, it’s like they switch personalities while they’re drunk
-Keith becomes really outgoing, uses wonderful one liners that almost gets him layed many times(but he always says he can’t but thanks the people for offering) how the world may never know, he also becomes a shit post generator. So really when you think about it Keith has 3 levels of drunk and he never remembers anything in the morning
-Lance however gets hit hard by his homesickness, he stops making jokes, he wanders to the edge of the group, starts making excuses to leave in his head, and smiles falsely, hides his hurt whenever he sees Keith flirting with someone and succeeding, because he wishes he were in those alien’s position
-Lance is never able to forget those nights, and each time he grabs a drink he promises he won’t become introverted and every time he succeeds at first until he spots Keith with someone else then it’s game over
-One night while they’re at a neutral trade planet and everyone is enjoying themselves especially Pidge because the others are oh so amusing
-Allura is the first one to go down and starts to laugh openly more and more
-It keeps progressing until everyone but Pidge is drunk, and suddenly Keith suggest they start a game
-Whoever gets the no nonsense bartender to exchange numbers, names, and a promise to talk, will receive whatever they wish from one of the players
-Pidge is immediately determined the judge, and the game begins
-Coran goes first and all he receives is the bartender asking if he wants a shuttle called for him which offends Coran, so he walks away back to the table and claims he is din (read as done)
-Allura goes next and while she’s relaxed and happy, she and the bartender just don’t really click, they would defend one another and not insult the other because girls from every planet should have each other’s back, but that doesn’t mean you really need to be friends so Allura thanks her for her time
-When it’s Shiro’s turn, he’s doing really well until he takes one look at Allura and causing him to apologize to the bartender and telling her his heart belongs to another and he didn’t mean to lead her on
-Shiro decides that he WILL tell Allura about his feelings tomorrow, and writes it down (he does remember, and Allura gives him a dazzling smile and tells him she would love to be in a relationship with him)
-It’s Hunks turn but when he’s on his way to the bartender he gets distracted by this other girl and he just starts complimenting her make up because that obviously took time and girl the winged eyeliner is on point
-And then the girl and Hunk spend time discussing how she applied everything giving him tips Hunk prepared a shopping list in his brain because he’s down to try make up because damn that eyeliner tho
-With Hunk basically dropping out it’s up to Keith and Lance, Keith goes first
-Keith starts off by making jokes and flirting with the bartender which immediately obliterates any chance he had at winning, knowing when to cut his losses he returns to the group
-Lance had seen Keith flirting with the bartender and he found he could no longer hold the fake smile and he stopped making commentary about the game and just sat back dreading walking up to the stranger for the game, he considers dropping out but he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself
-Lance then goes up to her, and the first thing he does is apologize to the poor bartender for all the shenanigans
-And he’s sorry he will be wasting her time and then the next thing he knows is telling he everything, from his homesickness to his feelings for the man who never remembered his name, and how even though he know he has everyone he can’t help but feel alone at times, like he has no one to talk to
-By the time he realized what he’s done he starts apologizing to the bartender surprised to find her smiling at him
-She then proceeds to tell him that it’s okay, her favorite part of her job is to hear people’s stories
-She let’s him know her name is Mel, she asks to exchange numbers because he is not alone, she will be there for him and beside she wants to her updates about the group’s antics and his possible relationship with Keith
-Next thing Lance knows he has a new friend/confidant and he has won the silly game
-So he puts on his fake smile and announces he won, receiving cheers from his friends
-Lance finds it to be too much and excuses himself to go to the bathroom, once he is washing his hands Keith walks in and claims that he always knew Lance was going to win the game
-He had felt it in his bones because who wouldn’t like Lance, Keith then claimed he tried, but ended up falling for Lance
-Lance is too shocked to react and Keith just casually walks out as if what he said was casual and normal
-When they ask Lance what he wants since he won the challenge he looks panicked for a second, which prompts Pidge to jump in and tell the group they should wait for tomorrow when they’re all sober, that way Lance can make a sound decision
The next day
-Somehow Lance manages to wake up before everyone else, only to find Pidge tinkering away with their computer
-Pidge straight up attacks Lance with questions about what happened last night
-Because Lance knows he owes Pidge for saving him yesterday he told them about Mel and then the confession from Keith if you even call it that especially since Keith becomes a big flirt with everyone and maybe he didn’t mean the falling for someone in the same way as others seeing as he doesn’t usually get things that aren’t literal
-Pidge slaps Lance in the face
-Tells him how the pinning has been going on for months and Keith never said anything because he felt guilty for not being able to remember Lance
-And how sure Keith flirted but he never went through with it and it was mostly just harmless, so go get your man™
-Later when Lance finally feels confident enough to talk to Keith about it he goes looking for Keith
-Once he finds Keith, Lance wonders if he should tell Keith and Keith asks him if he knows what his price will be for winning the game (Pidge told Keith about the game and NOTHING ELSE because that’s up to Lance)
- So Lance then decides what he’s going to do
-He asks Keith if he meant it, did he mean it when he told Lance he’d fallen for him and if by the he meant romantically
-Keith gets so red and flustered but he unmistakably says yes how could I not fall for you
-Lance then grabs Keith and starts kissing him only to stop when they hear the others cheering
P.S. Mel totally sent an audio message of her squealing when Lance told her

Friday Night Chat

The first status update that gave any indication something strange was happening came from a relatively unknown user named Chris.  It was early Friday night and there was the usual scroll of random messages filling everyone’s screen.  Chris’ first message to the main board was simply, “oh my god what am I going to do?” followed several minutes later by “this is insane”.  Ambiguity was a common event on the site so no one inquired further.  In fact, random messages crying for attention were almost a surefire way to be ignored.  It wasn’t until Chris’ message asking for help with “I don’t think I’ll be able to get out, someone help”, posted an hour after the first message, that anyone responded to him.  When a curious user finally responded, “what’s going on?” Chris typed the following warning, and then signed offline.  “Don’t talk to the guy granting wishes”.

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Interview (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by isabelasfestiveass

Originally posted by harleenfrancesqvinzel

@ariyachiii “The reader is a blogger/writer and her boss wanted her to write an article about the Joker’s life. So she went and followed Mr. J on one of his plans and he caught her. Idk. It just came to me.”

A/N: I really enjoyed this one, I hope you guys like it XD It ended up longer than I originally planned but that’s okay~

“Do you even realize how dangerous he is?”

Your boss leaned back into his seat, his hand running down his face as he listened to you. “If you want the front page, you’ll do it.” You ground your teeth together, weighing your options out in your mind. “If that’s not what you want then I’ll ask someone else.”

“No! I’ll do it…” you sighed, defeated.

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James/Thomas - Firsts

Uhhm just one among my many theories or assumed possibilities of what happened after that kiss at the dining table. It’s smut, in case you’re wondering. Very fluffy smut. Just hand jobs.

Getting James into bed may have been an almost uncomfortably wordless blur of hands, pushing, stumbling, and moments where he was sure James was considering running away. But finally, he was there. And that’s when Thomas stopped, with James in just a white shirt, buttons undone at the top, sitting on the edge of the white-trim bed, his legs spread apart because Thomas had just been between them.

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Silent Treatment.

We had been ignoring each other for 8 hours.

Eight. Grueling. Hours.

And yet somehow I still found myself walking into the arena, searching for that bundle of stubble that now covered his face and the grey Nike hoodie he had walked out of the house wearing. I was close to just pulling my phone out of my pocket and texting him, asking him where he was, but I knew I would get no response.

We had made plans to attend an FC Barcelona basketball game together but of course with us currently in the midst of a heated battle, Rafinha decided it best to leave without me but if he thought I wasn’t going to use my ticket that was a stupid thought.

I had tried getting him to talk to me for hours using my usual methods but none seemed to work well enough. I wanted him to give in, for him to be the first person to speak but Rafa was pretty fucking stubborn. He knew that giving in would give me the upper hand and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he enjoyed watching me squirm and suffer while, from my perspective, he continued on like it was nothing.


My head whirled around at the sound of my name being called and I could see Thiago, his brother, waving me over from one of the floor seats. He had a bright and wide smile on his face while his brother seemed to roll his eyes and sulk in his chair with his arms crossed.

Me 1, Rafa 0.

I wore a proud smirk and sauntered over to where they sat, making sure to apologize to anyone I walked in front of and made my way over to Thiago as he stood up to greet me with a hug. “I was worried you weren’t gonna come. This one said you wouldn’t be here,” he stated as he pointed to his brother who was still seated and avoiding my gaze.

“Yeah well I wouldn’t want to miss the game.” I purposely made my way to my seat next to my boyfriend by intentionally bumping into his legs but he said nothing in return. He just drew his legs under his seat to avoid me hitting them again.

I sat in my seat and threw my bag on the other side of me.

Still no word from him or even a glance in my direction.

He knew I hated him when he was ignoring me and he was so damn good at it. Still paying me no attention, he leaned over and began to speak to Thiago. They both chuckled to whatever he had said, leaving me completely out of the joke.

That was annoying too.

I cleared my throat and leaned forward in my chair to gain Thiago’s attention. “Thiago, could you please tell your brother that it’s bad to be ignoring his girlfriend?”

Thiago simply chuckled and raised a hand to bring down onto his brother’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly as he repeated what I said. “Rafa, it’s a bad idea to be ignoring your girlfriend.”

All he did in response was shoot his brother a glare and knock his hand off of his shoulder.

Thiago leaned forward to look at me. “Yeah. Seems he’s not listening to me. You talk to him.”

“Don’t encourage her,” he warned as if I wasn’t sitting right there. I scoffed, unable to stop the slew of words that were firing out of my mouth and towards my boyfriend who I was supposed to be giving the silent treatment. “So now you’d rather I just stop talking to you all together? That’s what you’d prefer? Because we can keep this bullshit going.”

Rather than responding or even looking in my direction, he gave a small shrug and continued staring on at the game, clapping as a basket was scored. As soon as the action settled for a timeout, he just pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it rather than entertaining me.

Thiago gave me a sympathetic look. He knew how Rafa could get when he was mad and he seemed mad enough as he continued to ignore me though I sat right next to him. I didn’t know what else to do. I thought coming here would mean he would give in and say something but I seemed to be getting nowhere and it was annoying the hell out of me.

“You’re so childish,” I mumbled under my breath. I began to stand from my chair but once I was upright, a hand reached out to grab mine and tug me back into my seat forcefully.

His hand.

He dropped mine out of his grip and instead placed his hand onto my knee.

“You wanna know why we’re arguing?” He questioned lowly as he leaned over to me, his eyes still staring straight forward to the action beginning again out on the court. “Because you went and did exactly what I asked you politely not to do.”

And that was answer a male friend’s text. Rafinha had reason to believe that the man liked me and was after much more than my expertise in my career field. He wasn’t typically the jealous type so when he was wary of someone I tended to listen. Except this time.

I returned the text message and it didn’t take long for him to find out as by some stroke of bad luck, the male answered my message as soon as Rafinha had my phone by his side. His emotions caused him to burst out into a raging fit and an argument ensued from there as I refused to back down.

Hence why we were on this silent treatment ordeal.

“You know I can’t just ignore someone. It’s innocent. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.”

Now, his eyes finally met mine for the first time in quite a few hours. Those brown orbs had definitely softened since the last time I was this close. “If you’re just going to combat everything I say with the excuse that he doesn’t like you, there’s no point in continuing this conversation.”

“Well what do you want me to do?”

“I told you already. Stop texting him. Is it that hard?”

To be honest, it wasn’t that hard. It wasn’t as if I was getting rid of one of my best friends or something. The man was an acquaintance at best. I just didn’t feel like explaining to him that my boyfriend had a problem with us talking. That would be a tad bit embarrassing, especially if he didn’t like me at all.

“It isn’t,” I admitted.

“Great. Then please stop. I’d really appreciate that.”

The sincerity in his tone and those soft eyes made me feel a tad bit of guilt for having us going through this ridiculous argument over something so trivial I could have fixed simply by deleting a contact out of my phone.

I nodded somberly in agreement. “Okay.”

He gave me a weak smile back and removed his hand from my knee, instead wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer, placing a kiss to my forehead in the process. “Thank you.”

I could see Thiago smiling on the other side of his brother, dramatically clapping his hands as low as possible without drawing attention to himself from the crowd. “Look at the two love birds making up. I’d like to think that’s my doing.”

Rafinha grabbed a kernel of popcorn from the container in his lap and tossed it at Thiago’s face. “Shut up.”


30 Day Cheritz Challenge! Day 9: Route that crushed you - Jieun

I couldn’t handle the cuteness. And learning his past and realizing why he wants to become something that can’t think or speak made me so sad I just wanted to hug him. But the ending was so beautiful where instead (like that others) where the guys return to her world, in Jieuns, she goes to his. And, well, just look at that final CG. I could rant forever about how much this route made me love the game but I don’t want to bore you all.

anonymous asked:

Fuck Marry Kill: Kenneth Dilaurentis, Emily's ex-boyfriend Ben, or Ian?

What kind of demonic question is this?????

Kill: Ben - he definitely screams the kind of fuccboi that would pressure you into blowing him but would make excuses as to why he can’t return the favor. He probably sends unnecessary peen pics that ruins your whole appetite too. He wants you to call him daddy but the only thing you’re calling is the feds for the assault on your eyes.

Fuck: Ian - although he’s like an more demonic, older version of Ben. This asshat would pressure you into blowing him and have that shit RECORDED with the damn camera hidden behind a lamp. He got his friends rating your head game in the group chat, using numbers as your nickname when you’re around even though you’re the only person that doesn’t get the inside joke. All while he’s coaxing teenage girls into sending him nudes.

Marry: Kenneth DiLaurentis. He’s a no-nonsense man that probably has great credit, great insurance, pays all his bills on time, collect bonuses at work, and has a 401k plan. He might be as bland as already chewed gum but in Trump’s America, you gotta be financially prepared at all times.