does the second one even count


Owari no Shipping Week: Day 4:  Happy / Smiles / Kisses


shading? never heard of her

also i spent a considerable amount of time cursing under my breath trying to draw this im never drawing kisses again…. ok maybe i will but not any time soon bc wow that was difficult

My first achievement in Dream Daddy was Bad Daddy :| Was going to continue with Robert cause he was one of my top to start with but the second “date” didn’t go well cause I appreciate undisturbed sleep so ended up with Craig instead ^^ What a cutie!!

Robert next >:D

Does this even count as Man Smut Monday…? I always go for smut and end up with cute fluff and dogs and babies instead…

Guess a man who can take care of a being is sexy to me cause I require a lot of upkeep and snacks

Love is For Children (1/2)

Summary: You’re a former mercenary turned Avenger who joins the team after fighting, and defeating, each member that tried to recruit you. You’re confident in your abilities and even challenge the man formerly known as the Winter Soldier. A battle of egos ensues and it’s Bucky that fights to get your attention but you’re a professional and won’t fall easy for his charm.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3241
Warnings: None
A/N: Alrighty so I decided to split this in two parts cause damn, I’m such a wordy mess!! I hope you like it, let me know! Posting the second half tomorrow. 

Originally posted by snowfox934

Originally posted by spiderliliez

“How the hell does she keep getting away?!” Tony shouted at no one in particular as he paced the floor. He didn’t like getting bested by anyone but he really didn’t like that the whole team had their asses handed to them.

“She’s a professional, Tony,” Steve said, putting two more ice packs on his knees and wincing slightly.

Tony stopped walking and looked bewildered at the blonde man. “Yeah? And what the hell are we? We’ve only saved the planet a handful of times but we can’t take down some nimble little assassin?!” His angry words echoed throughout the cavernous lounge of the Avengers compound.

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I was watching Mr. and Mrs. Smith earlier today and I was like “Haha isn’t that Bucky and Steve WAITAMINUTE. I can make this stuckony.”

So there’s Steve, who works for SHIELD. There’s Bucky, who works for the CIA. And then there’s Tony, who’s a contractor for the government but still CEO of Stark Industries. (Honestly when will he not be. I am a creature of habit.) The CIA and SHIELD discover that they’re all together, and decide well, that’s not good, they could share secrets. So let’s make them kill each other!  (Let’s assume there’s still HYDRA in SHIELD for this because I don’t believe Fury or Coulson permitted this.)

And for added pain (and to keep Tony under their thumb) they go to Tony and say “hypothetically if we each had an agent married to each other how would you fix this?” And Tony laughs and says “I don’t know, kill them both?” (He thinks it very clear that this is a joke because he is a contractor and his opinions on weaponry and defense are the only things that matter.)

Well, lo and behold, suddenly Steve and Bucky are sent to take each other out and they are shocked (and hurt!) to find out all the lies. Steve isn’t an art teacher. Bucky’s not a history professor. “Do you even love Tony, or was that a lie, too?!” they snarl at each other, and get into a huge fist fight in the penthouse, destroying everything.

And then Tony gets home early and finds Bucky has a knife to Steve’s throat, and Steve has a gun pressed to Bucky’s gut, and his home is a mess. “…Why?” he asks tiredly. “Oh my God I just had a hellish day of meetings and now this. Did one of you eat the last of the other’s ice-cream?”

“…I don’t even like rum raisin,” Steve says, and Bucky turns and just yells in his face in anger.

(Tony has no idea what’s going on and he is suddenly Frightened because he’s never seen them like this. Against literally anyone else’s better judgement, he walks up to them and just takes the weapons from their hands. And Steve and Bucky let him, because he is their precious civilian husband, and also threatening each other has gotten awkward now that they have an audience who is clearly not impressed.)

Of course, Tony clearing the chamber and unloading the gun expertly is the hottest thing ever and Steve and Bucky can at least agree on that. After some loud (and honestly kinda violent) life-affirming sex (for Bucky and Steve anyway), Tony makes them spill what’s happening. Tony, incensed, does some discrete hacking and realizes in horror that if anything gets out about it, the CIA and SHIELD are going to throw it back on him, even though it was clearly a fucking joke.

Now, Steve and Bucky are kind of pissed at each other for all the lies, but Tony has told them the truth from the get-go (”You’re not teachers?” Tony asks, betrayed, and they start to feel bad but then– “So the hot-for-teacher role play did nothing for you?” The noises they make are terrible but Tony is so earnestly afraid that they were just putting up with it that they rush to assure him that the role plays were definitely enjoyed on their ends. Sorry. I had to get some more humor in here.)

But now the forty-eight hours Steve and Bucky were given to kill each other are up and Natasha, Steve’s coworker (”I thought she was your PE teacher coworker!” Tony wails.) calls and tells him that SHIELD is about to head out and finish the job for him. Bucky gets a call from Clint (”He’s not just a homeless guy you help out?!” “I never said he was homeless, Tony, you just assumed he was because he’s a slob.”) saying the same thing, and also they’re going to consider Tony collateral damage. Steve and Bucky are furious, because Tony is innocent. “NOT THAT WAY!” they both shout when Tony opens his mouth to make a smart remark about his ‘innocence.’

Cue the car chase in one of Tony’s suped up cars. (”My baby,” he whimpers every time the car is dented and shot at.) At one point his driving gets so… creative, that Steve is almost thrown from the car and the only thing keeping him from being thrown was Bucky’s hand wrapped his wrist. For a terrifying few seconds, he was in midair. (But hey it caused one of their pursuers to flip so no harm no foul.) Bucky’s prepared to tease him mercilessly but then Tony blurts out, “Oh, wait, does being married before count as a secret?” And Steve and Bucky nearly foam at the mouth because whowhyhow?! “It was a Vegas wedding and we got it annulled when we were sober.” “What’s her name?” Steve hisses. “And her social security number?” Bucky adds. “First of all I can’t even remember my own social, and second you’re not going to kill her because it was Pepper and we were celebrating the great reception of the first StarkPhone.” The idea of trying to kill Pepper is daunting so they settle for grumbling mulishly to each other about it.

I’m not sure what happens next. Maybe they expose all the HYDRA agents in SHIELD, or Fury and Coulson finally catch wind of what’s going on and put a stop to it (but not before a huge shootout because I’m a sucker for those.) All I know is that I want them to end up at a meeting with the marriage counselor and Tony’s complaining about how Steve and Bucky don’t know how to communicate with each other. “Yeah, I really wanted to kill him recently,” Steve jokes. “But I just couldn’t pull the trigger.” “Ha. Haha,” Bucky says. “And I just couldn’t sink the knife into his chest.”

The marriage counselor (probably Bruce tbh the poor guy) says “But hey, you couldn’t do it. That’s good. What about you, Tony?”

“I communicate perfectly!” Tony sputters indignantly.

“Honestly he may communicate too well,” Steve and Bucky admit.

The marriage counselor just makes some interested noises because he isn’t sure what to say. (They eventually work things out though.)

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Random girl at bar starts flirting with Jake, Jake is clueless and it all goes right over his head, Amy steps in and gets her to back off

HI THANK U FOR THIS PROMPT I HAD FUN bc jake is a puppy and of course he’s got no clu what’s happenin:

On an early December evening, the warmth of Shaw’s is immediately comforting- as he enters, Jake can feel everything from the freezing cold tip of his nose, to his red cheeks, to the stiffness of his icy fingers, encompassed by the cosy heat of the room.

Reluctantly- despite this warmth- he pulls off his coat and his scarf as he approaches the bar, slipping onto a stool and trying to catch Carl’s eye so he can signal for a beer. This is to no avail; it’s busier than usual in here, even for a Friday, and he’s completely occupied, hands full with dirty glasses while someone gives him an order. For now, Jake relaxes against the bar, pulling his phone from his pocket to check the time.

For what may very well be the first time in his life, he’s early.

He’s due to meet her here in half an hour, to celebrate the end of what’s been a completely tortuous week. Both are working stupidly, painfully long cases, and have barely seen each other, even at work. He feels it in his chest, a tightness, one he’s known long before these couple months of their romantic relationship- a tightness that can only be fixed by Amy.

A hollow grumble in his stomach brings a sharp pang of hunger into his head, which is when he realises he hasn’t actually had anything to eat since breakfast. Mindlessly, he picks at a bowl of peanuts on the bar, only glancing up a couple of times- to order a beer, and to check for Amy.

“Hey, are you okay? You look lonely!”

A saccharine, perky voice makes him do a double take; at first, he’s not even sure it’s addressing him, until he turns round and sees a smiling blonde woman next to him.

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anonymous asked:

After that last one I really need something like #37 ahah it was heartbreaking (still amazing 😘)

“Because I love you, god damn it”
“Why does it even matter Harry? He was just being nice?” You sigh in frustration.

“Come on Y/N. No one buys you a drink like that. He was chatting with you all night. And when we were leaving he literally hugged you for like 30 seconds.”

“Wow were you really counting?” You tried to lighten the mood because Harry has been on about one of your co workers the whole ride home.

You both attended a faculty brunch since it was your bosses birthday. Your co worker Erin was there and he was chatting with you a lot and he bought you a drink. But you didn’t really think anything of it. I mean come on you came with Harry and introduced him as your boyfriend, he should of taken the hint.

“He was just being friendly, is all.” You started to undress yourself from your peach dress and wedges into something more comfortable. Harry was sitting on the bed watching you but continued to argue.

“ The way he was looking at you, was not friendly.”

You scoffed “and how would you know Harry?”

“Because I’m a guy Y/N. we all think and do a lot of the same things. And he was staring at your body all through brunch. I can’t believe your so naive.”

“Naive??” You turned around to face Harry with only one of his shirts on.

“Goodness Harry why do you have to get so jealous all the time. Nothing happened! I’m here with you aren’t I?” You fumbled with pulling the shirt over your head.

“I even I introduced you as my boyfriend. Why are you so worried. Do you not trust me??” You ask him. It was kind of getting you worried how worked up he got about this, like he thought you were cheating.

“No no.” He gently grabs your waist and places you on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head on your shoulders. You hated when you guys fought especially over something so stupid.

“It’s just hard sometimes I guess.” Harry whispers to you.

“Why though?” You wanted to know why he got like this over something he knows isn’t true.

“Because I love you, god damn it.”

Your eyes went wide when the words came out of his mouth because that was the first time he had ever said that.

“And sometimes my feelings for you… i don’t know. I just don’t want to loose you, is all.” Harry says.

Your heart swells at how much he cares. You cuddle deeper into him and sigh In content.

“You don’t have to say it back but I just wanted too-”

“I love you too Harry.” You finally tell him and look up to meet his eyes. He was grinning from ear to ear and so were you.

Harry leans in closer and connects your lips to yours. You were still sitting on his lap so you wrapped your hands around his neck and tugged him closer to you to deepen the kiss.

After a few seconds he pulls away and you almost frowned until he said

“I love that you love me.”

Fanfiction Appreciation Post: Haikyuu!! (KageHina)

I am super grateful for all the wonderful people who put all their hard work into writing fanfiction beautifully. So, since Fandom Fic Rec Days are coming soon, I’m going to make a couple of posts dedicated to my favorite fanfics! I have too many in Haikyuu!!, so there are subsets based on the main relationship in the fic. Enjoy!


sometimes your heart will ache but that doesn’t mean you’re weak by takokun (G; 6.6k; English; Complete)

When Kageyama wakes up he finds tears on his pillow.

Disclaimer: This is endgame HinaYachi, but honestly the KageHina portrayal requires this fic to be in this post too. 

Comments: I NEVER thought I would have one favorite fanfic in all the fanfiction I have read, but this is IT. Every now and then I go back and read it again, and it still makes me feel the way I felt the first time I read it. I cry throughout the whole story now, but honestly, I’m so glad this exists. Thank you, thank you, thank you. 

Painting With Words by iwillstillopenthewindow (@iwillstillopenthewindow(G; 5.1k; English; Complete)

Hinata just can’t seem to write anything these days, until he gets an invitation to an art exhibit.

Comments: I have no words for this one. It’s just such a wonderful piece of art. In fact, the whole series is awesome, if you choose to read it.

and i would say i love you but saying it out loud is hard by calliopinaround (@calliopin-around(T; 1.6k; English; Complete)

No matter how hard he tries, Kageyama thinks, he always ends up like this.

Comments: Just… the simplicity in getting together. I love it when ordinary antics and moments lead to extraordinary developments. 

you’re the wings on my back, and together we conquer the sky by earlgrey_milktea (@puddingcatbae(G; 5.1k; English; Complete)

“Oi. Your turn to make dinner.”
“No, it’s your turn.”
“No way, I made it last night. Remember? We had ramen.”
“Instant ramen. Which doesn’t even count as cooking.”
“I did it in a pot on the stove, so it does count.“
or, kagehina in their twenties;
adulting is an everyday adventure when you’ve got your best friend right there next to you.

Comments: I read this right after I got into a QPR myself (and I got my lovely QPP to read it too), and it just blew my mind. The realistic portrayal, on-point characterization and relationship development, amazing. 

Count by someonestolemyshoes (@someone-stole-my-shoes(G; 5k; English; Complete)

Kageyama’s first kiss was with a volleyball.

He was six, and the smooth, cool leather stung where it smacked to his mouth. It tasted like dirt, like dust and gym shoes and a little bit like sweat, too, and it stole the breath from his lungs and took his two front teeth away with it.

It…probably doesn’t count as a kiss, honestly, because balls don’t even have lips to kiss with, but it made him fall in love with volleyball the way real kisses make boys fall in love with girls on the playground, so Kageyama thinks it’s probably good enough.

It didn’t matter that it hurt - that it bled, bust his nose and ripped his gums and stained his mouth in red and blue and purple - what mattered was that it was his first kiss, his best kiss, and nothing was ever, ever going to change that.

His second kiss is with Hinata.

Comments: I don’t even know why or how I came to like this one, but I do. Maybe it has to do with the fact that I counted the kisses I received just like Kageyama does here.


love and victory by bigspoonnoya (2 works; 36k; English; Complete)

Comments: This entire series just… gave me the feels so bad. Gosh, if you ever need lots of angst but also happy tears and you like the college AU and have enough time on your hands to read a ton, this series is for you. Actually, even if you don’t have time, this series is worth all the procrastination in the world. (Be sure to check the warnings on each work first; I haven’t put them up here.)

This list is in no way complete. These are just a handful of the several fics that have given me the feels, warmed my heart, made me melt, brightened my day, and/or inspired me. Even if those fics aren’t up here, I really appreciate the hard work of all those writers.

Stay tuned for appreciation posts of fics with other Haikyuu!! pairings, and for appreciation posts of fics for other fandoms!

For KuroTsuki fic recs, go here!

For poly ship fic recs, go here!

For TsukkiYama fic recs, go here!

For a masterpost of my fic recs, go here!

wingsfreedom  asked:

Why do you think Azula is very grossly misinterpreted? Her breakdown arc was emotional and deep, but people make her out to be "oh she's insane from the start" and pushed all kinds of psychopathy and insanity down her character.

That’s pretty much exactly why I think so. People say that she was born evil. But lets be honest; the only parent who paid attention to her was Ozai. She was raised evil. And she didn’t have Iroh like Zuko did. Honestly I think that the whole point of them being siblings was to show how it could have turned out either way; Azula was the youngest child she could have easily been the ‘failure’ child. If she had her mother and Iroh and Zuko had Ozai the script would have been reversed. So no I don’t think that she was born evil and that’s largely why I think her character is misinterpreted. 

And then there’s the whole Azula is a murderer discourse. I’ve been in it a few times stating why I didn’t think that she was; or at least no more than the other characters. Bottom line, she only killed Aang but he came back so does it even count? Second line, she had a pristine opportunity to kill everyone in Ba Sing Se (or at least the war/ruling figures) but she chose a bloodless coup instead. Line three, when Sokka took down those war balloons people probably died on impact or drowned. But no one is calling him a murderer. Why? Because he was in combat. And the same goes for Azula. They were all just kids–kids shoved in the middle of a war. Any deaths they caused (though awful all the same)  were war kills. That’s different than outright murder. In my mind, these kids were all child soldiers. The only reason Azula gets more shit is because she was on the ‘wrong side of the war’. 

John Week is coming back!! As you can see it’s the same schedule as last year! I am happy to see this years creations, especially considering all the amazing content we’ve gotten since last year! 

Monday: Canon Scene- This can be any scene/ scenario of John within the comic. This also includes the snap updates! Your choice of course!

Tuesday: Alternate John- This can range from any of the alternate Johns. Poppop, doomed!John, and even some of the John copies! You can also count this as a second au day if you wish.

Wednesday: Happy John- Just a happy John!

Thursday: Favorite Ship- Any John ship that you wish. It can be platonic, romantic, or even caliginous! Please no NSFW though.

Friday: Sad John- Any sad/hurt John. It can be hurt/comfort if you wish.

Saturday: Crossover or AU- Any crossover or AU of your choice!It can be one of your creation or one that already exists. If it does exist please be sure to tag or credit the original creator.

Sunday: Free Space- A free day! Do whatever you please!

Don’t forget to tag your posts #john-week, #john-week 2k17, or tag this blog so I can reblog your creations and share it with others! You can also submit directly to the blog.

I’m looking forward to it! - Mod crea

gentlesleaze  asked:

for the rosvolio drabble: bed

Still half asleep, Benvolio reached out his arm into the space beside him, expecting to find the deliciously warm body of his wife, and finding only a shallow, Rosaline-shaped depression in the bed.

He groaned as he rolled onto his back, squeezing his eyes tight against the insistent brightness of the morning sun. Only after a moment of adjustment did he allow himself a squinted peek into the daylight and what he saw standing near the side of the bed was nearly enough to send him back under the covers.

She was awake and fully dressed, clad in a t-shirt, shorts, and leather sandals, her curls pulled back into a sensible ponytail. A pair of sunglasses sat atop her head, one hand clasped around the handle of her daypack, the bag made heavy, he guessed, by the weight of several guidebooks. From the exasperated look on her face, he assumed he had done something to cause it, and as Benvolio had learned with his wife, the best course of action was always to just let her speak first and say whatever was on her mind.

“Are you planning on staying in bed all day?” she asked, one eyebrow arched into a question mark.

He grinned and held his forearm over his eyes to shield them from the sunlight.

“Fair Rosaline, my dearest, my beloved, light of my life, fire of my heart: today is the first day of our honeymoon. I had factored in a few trips to the bathroom and a quick break to answer the door for room service, but, yes, I really was planning on us staying in bed all day.”

“Benvolio, I did not take a nine-hour flight and a four-hour train ride so that we could lay around in bed,” she said, her free hand settling on her hip. “We are in Italy, one of the most beautiful places in the world, and I’m not going to miss it because of your misguided notions about what people do on their honeymoons!”

“Wait a second…” he teased, as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Does this count as our first married fight? If so, I think it’s going pretty well, don’t you?”

She tilted her head, breathtakingly beautiful even when visibly irritated.

“No, darling, our first married fight was on the way to the airport, when you told the Uber driver to ignore Google Maps because you knew a ‘quote-unquote’ shortcut and we ended up nearly missing the flight.”

Benvolio sighed a little even as he nodded in agreement, and with a quick heave raised himself up and swiveled his legs so he could sit on the edge of the bed. He held out his hand for his wife to take, a clear admission of surrender.

“So what’s on the agenda for today, then?” he asked, as she slipped her hand into his.

She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could answer he pulled her towards him, his other arm quickly snaking around her waist so that he could drag her down onto his lap. She squealed – in apparent pleasure and surprise – and Benvolio found himself face-to-face with a particularly delectable expanse of bare skin, just above her collarbone, an opportunity he felt no need to squander.

“According to the Michelin guide, Verona has a particularly stunning… cath…e…dral…” she stuttered, as his tongue danced circles along her dark skin. “Built in the late 16th century by some noble family… Jesus…”

He smiled in partial triumph even as he kept his lips pressed against her, migrating slowly up the curve of her shoulder until he reached a sensitive spot on her neck. One of his hands slid higher and higher along the smooth length of her thigh, stopping only when his fingertips found the hem of her shorts.

“The bed’s looking pretty good right now, isn’t it?” Benvolio murmured.

“I swear to god, Montague,” she said, stifling a breathy moan, and then her hands quickly clasped around his face, pulling his mouth to hers. She kissed him hungrily, her tongue brushing against the seam of his lips as her hand gripped tightly around his upper arm. “Okay… one hour,” she managed to get out. “One hour and then we go.”

“Marriage is all about compromise, Capulet,” he said as he turned and rolled her over and onto her back, the duvet billowing all around them like a heavenly cloud.

[send me a word, I’ll write you a Rosvolio drabble]

Sexism in One Piece

I was asked to collab in a youtube video about sexism in One Piece and accidentally got upset about it. I did not realise that I would get this worked up about it and I think that’s because when you’re watching the series, there are little moments of sexism that you can ignore. But when you actually research it and think about all the moments that have made you feel uncomfortable, it becomes overwhelmingly clear that One Piece is sexist.

It’s gotten to the point where I’m embarrassed to tell my friends that I watch One Piece, because I know that they’re going to google it to check it out and they’re just going to see boobs. I would never buy a figurine of a female character in One Piece because I wouldn’t even be able to look at it.  I’m not saying that large boobs don’t exist in real life but it’s a problem in One Piece because it’s gotten to the point where every young and attractive female character has giant boobs. There is barely any diversity between female characters. And to be honest this isn’t the type of anime I signed up for. The first time I remember feeling uncomfortable when watching the anime was in the Alabasta arc and seeing Miss Doublefinger outfit. I was like wtf, who would dress like that but I could just write it off to her being a crazy villain. But after that moment the boobs grew bigger every One Piece arc, until after the timeskip when in the manga you couldn’t even tell which female character was speaking because they all looked the same.

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DNA - Bucky x reader

ū song Fic: DNA by Lia Marie Johnson

pairing: bucky x reader

warnings: violence, angst, death

thoughts and lyrics are in italics

summary: you and bucky are both part of the winter soldier programme and are partners when a recent mission for HYDRA goes wrong…

A/N: ditching revision for a song fic / oneshot! It’s quite long so i don’t think this counts as a oneshot? or does it? idk, enjoy anyways :)

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

Even though Y/N and Bucky were stone cold soldiers in the presence of their handlers, when they were left for the night in their damp cells and their memories slowly faded into the light, they would talk between the bars to share each other’s company. Telling each other stories as the memories began pouring in and knowing one another more and more by the second. Any ordinary person would say this was another cliche, forbidden love that would conquer all, but they were no ordinary people in an ordinary world. They were dangerous, and so was their love.

“I wonder if they notice I’m gone?”

Bucky tuned his head to Y/N as she sat in the opposite cell, both of them rested their heads against the one of three walls to their cell. He stayed silent, knowing what her sudden questions that broke the silence meant, he didn’t know what words would comfort her.

Y/N let out a pained sigh, “The last thing I said to my family was that I hated them, the car crash on the news must’ve been the last thing they heard of me.”

Before Bucky could speak a red light started flashing in the hallway, signalling they were needed for another mission. They both stood and faced the wall opposite the cell bars, knowing the routine and preparing to be handcuffed. 

“Y/N,” Bucky said facing the wall. “Try to remember, but don’t show your emotions…no matter what.”

“No matter what.” Y/N said before their handcuffs clicked closed.

Blood was splattered across the walls of every corridor, the bodies it came from cut, bruised, broken and laying limp at the foot of the wall. When in their Winter Soldier mode, the two didn’t care what they left behind them, as long as they retrieved what was needed and no one was left breathing. 

Just as Y/N snapped a man’s neck, a sudden rush of realization hit her; her ears starting ringing. She turned to see the Winter Soldier holding a gun to another man’s forehead.

dark as midnight, six-pack Corrs light
you don’t look the same 

“Bucky wait!” At the sound of his name the Soldier froze and looked Y/N in the eye. “Don’t do it. That’s not you.”

His steel blue eyes were looked onto hers as he pulled the trigger, the man’s blood spraying across the wall behind him and leaving a few marks on the Soldier’s uniform. He turned and walked away but Y/N stopped him with a strong grip to his arm and spun him to face her.

“Bucky, listen to me this isn’t you. We can leave this behind; stop this it’s not right.” As she pressed a hand to his cheek his face softened and became Bucky once more. The recent memory wipe and trigger words failed and had little effect this mission. He nodded and they ran for the entrance from which they came. 

past my bedtime, blue and red lights
come take you away

From the shadows of night, bright lights caught the attention of Y/N from a nearby window. Blue and red flashed across their faces as they stared into the street, either someone inside the building had contacted the police or someone outside had suspected a break-in. Either way it wouldn’t end well for the two. Especially when they got back to Hyrda. As if one cue, thousand’s of volts of electricity were sent through Y/N and Bucky’s bodies, rendering them unconscious, before they where taken back to Hydra’s facility.

Y/N regained consciousness on the damp floor of her cell, to see her’s and Bucky’s handlers staring down at her through her cell bars. Bucky was also standing there; or rather the Winter Soldier. He didn’t move nor seem to breath, he stared down at Y/N with a lust to kill.

Y/N was dragged through the facility to the main entrance; she had never been in this part of the facility in her normal state of mind, so whatever awaited for her outside was a mystery. Her handler went to the door and stood ready to open it.

Bucky’s handler spoke from behind her, “Maybe you should think about the consequences of your actions before you carry them out. We trained you to perfection yet you want to risk the life of your lover to betray us?” He nodded to Y/N’s handler who then opened the door and then shoved her outside to her knees.

She let in a sudden gasp of air when she was met with the freezing temperatures of the wild as snow and wind hit her visible skin. The facility was in a large, snow-covered clearing that was outlined with countless evergreen trees. It was beautiful to look at but a burden to experience.

“You deserve better Y/N. But you’re just too human.” She heard the facility doors screech shut behind her, leaving her alone and vulnerable in the cold. Although, the crunching of snow beneath heavy boots behind her drew closer, revealing she had company.

Y/N stood and turned to meet Bucky; fully clothed and weaponized and in perfect condition for the weather, in contrast to her unarmed form in a tank top and combat trousers. His hand rested on the slot that held his most used and trusted knife.

hate to see you like a monster, 
so I run and hide
hate to ask, but what’s its like to leave me behind?

Even though she had the ability to, Y/N didn’t need to read Bucky’s mind to know what would play out next. He wasn’t Bucky now, he was the Winter Soldier, and he was told his mission. A wolf; given and told to hunt his prey. Before he could act, she ran.

She ran for the cover of the trees, which was no more than 50 meters away, close behind her she could hear snow crunching under Bucky’s rapid footsteps. As the two ran and meandered between the trees, they were soon lost; although neither of them cared, for they both had a goal they needed to reach: kill, and survive.

Y/N had managed to lose Bucky in a part of the forest and hid amongst a cluster of trees; she was exhausted and would soon freeze to death if she didn’t find a way to civilization. She was soon unable to move from the long exposure to the cold and sat there shivering, waiting. Which seemed to be the Winter Soldier’s tactic.

Bucky stepped out from behind the trees in the distance and slowly advanced towards Y/N’s shriveled form, his knife ready to take it’s victim. When he reached her he did nothing but stand above her. Y/N had discovered her own knife hidden in her boot a while ago and was ready to defend herself when she found it. But since then she had grown too drained and the adrenaline had stopped flowing. What is he waiting for? 

I won’t be, no I won’t be like you

“Just do it.” Y/N breathed out. “I’m not going to fight you. If its what you have to do then do it.” 

For a second, Bucky’s muscles tensed and his face scrunched up in indecision.

fighting back, I’m fighting back the truth

At the sight of this Y/N had a glimpse of hope. “I know you know who I am. You are not this type of man. They do not control you!” But Y/N new Hydra wouldn’t make the same mistake, Bucky’s memory wipe and trigger words would’ve been used to their full extent. But to her dismay, Bucky dropped his knife and knelt down in front of her.

eyes like yours can’t look away

Bucky supported himself with one hand on the ground next to Y/N, while the other came to rest on the back of her neck. His breathing was calm and slow, and his body heat alone began to warm her freezing body. Those captivating, steel blue eyes stared into her soul as she was brought out of her agonizing pain and into a still movement of bliss.

but you can’t stop DNA,
no you can’t stop DNA

For the first time in a minute he broke eye contact with her to close his eyes and rest his forehead against hers. There was a moment where everything in Y/N’s mind moved in slow motion as she shared this well awaited moment. After getting to know each other from between cells bars for so long, she always wondered what it would be like to be held by him. For once she wasn’t in pain. 

But without her noticing, Bucky had slipped Y/N’s knife out of her hand and now held it tightly in his grip.

He muttered the words, “Goodnight, Soldier.” before plunging the knife into Y/N’s chest. She didn’t scream, for she had no energy, she couldn’t struggle, for she was frozen in her place. As she lay there gasping for life, her thick warm blood ran from her wound and pooled onto the pristine white snow next to her. 

As the Winter Soldier’s body slowly took him away, Y/N spoke a few words for him before he left, “Don’t remember this, try not to show your emotions…no matter what.”

Her last relieving breath sent a white cloud of warm breath rising upwards into the air.

@that-sarcastic-pisces, @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

anonymous asked:

how exactly does it work? harry is number 1 on the UK official charts right now but are we trying to get him to number 1 on the USA charts? for what does he needs to 300k in sales?

it’s kinda confusing, so let me do a quick overview!!

the charts announced for the UK right now are in NO WAY the official charts. it’s an as-of-the-moment chart, but it does NOT mean he will be announced as the uk number one on friday. this update effectively is just kind of a “this is what it looks like,” but it does not mean that he is uk’s #1.

the uk charts are based upon a combination of SALES and STREAMING data wherein 150 streams account for 1 sale. the streaming figures are capped at 10 streams per account per day. so even if you stream 100 times, it only counts for ten. this means you should either make multiple spotify accounts and stream the song 10 times (skipping every 35 seconds) and/or use a us vpn for the streams for the rest of the day.

the us charts include SALES, STREAMING, and RADIO. sales is approx 35-45% of the weight, airplay is 30-40% of the weigh, and streaming is 20-30%. sales is calculated based upon sales from services like itunes, amazon, google play, etc. that’s relatively straightforward. streaming from services such as spotify, apple music, youtube, etc. account for 20-30% of a song’s overall position. radio is measured by radio AUDIENCE, not radio PLAYS. that means that for each additional play that a song gets on the radio, their reach is increased exponentially. it’s not a single play that counts - but the thousands of people listening that counts. that really adds up.

for the us in particular, then, you’ve really got to work on all three areas as they are so closely weighted. he’s doing really really well with sales. but, he’s not doing as well with streaming and radio airplay right now.

for streaming, please reference this post for more information in regards to how you can help out.

for radio, you can click through the radio station names here and it will automatically bring up a tweet so you just have to press a button. literally - just two presses of a button and you can increase his reach by several multiples. here are also some request forms. additionally, you can reach out to your local radio stations.

hopefully that answered your questions!!


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Genre: Pretty much everything fluff, angst, smut 

Word Count: 2361

God.Damn.It… JungKook and I were nothing. He was not my boyfriend. He was not even a friend, technically. However I could not allow him to be under such a pressure when I was the one to save him.  She knew I was not going to leave JungKook with the debt. Even though I did not want to admit it YeonMi played her card well. Ignoring my head starting to hurt I reach fort he card. She pulls it back for a second, face glowing up but somewhat serious.

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Mine~{Peter Pan Imagine}

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Originally posted by the-ddlg-daddy

Peter Pan Imagine 

Part II of here

Author: Joi A. Wade 

Requested: YEP,  Is there going to be a continuation of mine?, The imagine Mine was amazing !!!😍would it be a part 2? Can I have a Mine Peter Pan part 2,  I know request are closed for right now but I was thinking r u making a pt 2 for your latest inagine Mine?!, Could you maybe do a part two to “mine”??? It’s such an interesting concept!! 😃 , So will there be a continuation to the imagine, Mine? 

Warnings: SMUTTY, swearing, dirty talk

The sound of that loud door echoed around the room, violently waking me up from my deep sleep. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep. Must have been from all that aggressive pulling of the chains and my screaming for help…it can really take a lot out of a girl. My body hurt way worse than it did before; my wrists and feet burning from the tight shackles, and the bruising on my thighs getting worse and worse; even my tears would no longer come out.

“Get up.”  He growled, grabbing my hair and yanking me up to my feet. I groaned, biting my lip to lessen the pain a little. “I am so sick of the disrespect and the uncooperative attitude.” He pushed me into the wall, his eyes dark and unreadable. They showed no more light, just hatred and venom. That only sent a chill down my spine. 

“P-Please…let me go-”

“No! You aren’t going anywhere. And I am done with playing nice, sweetheart. Tonight, your demons come out and they stay out. Permanently.” With a wave of his hand he unlocked the shackles from limbs, picking me up and cradling me like a baby. 

“Where are we going..?” I weakly asked, my body suddenly growing tired. My eyelids became heavy, my thoughts slurring, everything around me getting darker than before.

“My tent.”

My eyes shot open, my body jolting upward as my breathing was rapid and choppy. I looked around me, my surroundings different than I remember. I’m no longer in that dark cell, but now I seemed to be…in a room. A well lit room, that was…warm and comforting. Like I belonged in this room. I noticed that I was sitting on a bed, looking at my now clean attire and well groomed…everything. 

It was as if my whole being was cleaned to perfection. Like all of before never happened. But, these clothes that I had on seemed too…revealing to be my clothes. My hair was pulled away from my face, the bruising on my hands and ankles were gone. The marks and scratches on my thighs and hips? Gone. Sitting up a little more straighter, I took a look around. Where am I? 

‘My tent.’ 

It echoed in my head, sudden realization hitting me. I was in his tent. But why, is the real question. I don’t have a very clear memory on what he was talking about before I passed out, but the only thing I could remember was that he was angry. 

Something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. Looking over in the direction, I saw that it was a wardrobe of some sort. I stood to walk over to it slowly and cautiously, only to fall forward onto my face, an alarmed squeak escaping my mouth.

“What the..?” I groaned, looking down at my feet. I’m in heels. Perfect. 

Shaking my head, I struggled to pull myself back to stand, but succeeded no less. Carefully making my way over to the large wardrobe, I finally made it to the two large doors of it. Examining it closely, I saw that it held no locks, no chains, nothing. It seemed to be just an ordinary wardrobe. But my mind told me otherwise, something inside of me told me to open it and find out what was inside. 

Gulping down nothing but dry air, my shaking hands reach up toward the handles. Tugging on them, they creaked ever so slightly as the magnetic latch that held them together let them go, the first door swinging open slowly. I reach to pull it open, but immediately regret it afterwards. Upon shelves and latched onto the sides of the door were…things. Handcuffs, gags, whips, blindfolds, you name it…it’s there. I gasped loudly, backing up too quickly to where I tripped over my own feet and fell right on my ass. The sound of someone entering the tent could be heard, as my head snapped in the direction of the noise. 

“Well, I see that curiosity indeed killed the cat.” He grinned, with a wave of his hand it became slightly dim in the room, nothing but candles lighting the way. Pan trudged over, his smirk shining on his face as he stared within the depths of the wardrobe, rubbing his hands together. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I was at loss for words, my breathing returning to its rapid state as my heart beats a million miles an hour. “What the hell is this for?” 

The next words he spoke made my blood run cold. “For you, darling.” 

I looked up at him quickly, my mouth open in shock. Shaking my head at him, I crawl away as fast as I could, only he was much faster. Once he grabbed a hold of my forearms, he pulled me to my feet. I struggled against him, but all he did was chuckle at my attempt…like the first time.

“Let go of me! There is no way in hell I am doing ANYTHING with you, you bastard! Let me-AH!” I was strongly tossed backward. Lucky for me, his aim was toward the bed as I landed with a thud, the soft mattress welcoming my sore backside. 

“You know…I’m done with this negative attitude of yours, Y/n. When I first met you, you were more fun.” He chuckles darkly to himself, making his way over to the now fully open wardrobe. 

“We’ve never met before! You kidnapped me!” I spat, sitting up only to be pushed back down by an unseen force, the wind practically being knocked out of me. 

“Well not you. But, the real you.” He replied while pulling out handcuffs, along with what seemed to be a blindfold. “The you that you are hiding away. And tonight, we are going to bring her back. The real you that’s keeping you alive, the real you that made me get rid of Wendy…the real you…that I fell in love with.” Once he got what he needed, he shut the wardrobe, the sound of him walking toward me was now the only thing in the tent. 

“Listen, I don’t know what kind of sick game you think this is, but let me tell you this. You will get nothing from me, not a damn thing, you hear me? I will not go down without a fight!” I struggled against nothing, the force pushing me even further into the bed, my will to breathe becoming slim. 

His laugh filled the air, dimming the candle light even more to where it was almost dark. “A game? I like games, how about we play one right now actually.” 

He was now at the foot of the bed, his cold hands gripped onto my waist, twisting me around to where I was now laying on my stomach. They traveled from my waist down to my hips, and straight to my ass. “How bout a game called… ‘How Many Spankings Does it Take?’” 

A loud crack filled the room, my eyes bulging out of my head as a tingling pain arose on my backside. Did he just…? 


This time I cried out in shock, tears prickling my eyes as the tingling pain became even worse. “W-What are you doing?!”

“Oh, come on, darling. That was only two, I know you can take more than that,” He massaged the flesh for only a second, then landed another one harder than the first two. A cry fell from my lips as tears slowly cascade down my face. “Now, I want you to count as I do this. If you refuse…well, let’s just say you’re not gonna want to refuse. Understand?” 

“G-Go to hell…” I cried, only to be smacked once again; I bit my lip hard, trying to keep the screams in. 

Understand?” He growled, pulling me further down the bed. I whimpered, nodding my head this time. “Use your words, love.”

“Yes..” I whispered, getting smacked once more, a miniature scream escaping my mouth before I could stop it. “Yes m-master..!” 

“Good girl,” He cooed, rubbing the burning flesh, letting me catch my breath. “How many was that so far?” 


He hummed in satisfaction, landing five more to my possibly red, and sore backside. Once he finished, I inhaled a deep breath, relieved that it was over.          Or so I thought.

He flipped me over right on my back, I hissed at the cool feeling of the sheets on his bed pressing against the irritated skin. I could see the evil glint in his eyes, his maleficent grin as he stared down at me like I was a piece of meat. But, also…he stared at me with something else. Something I can’t really read at the moment.

“I see you’re starting to get angry, love. I can see it in your eyes,” He caressed my left cheek, tracing my cheekbone, straight down to my jaw. “Let it out, Y/n…you’ll feel much better once you do.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“You know you love this,” He taunted, his hands moving up and down my sides until he stopped at the waistband of my underwear-bottoms, slowly pulling them downward. When he fully got them off, a small gasp I released. The cool breeze that passed my lower region was surprising and unpredictable. Pan took one of his fingers and swiped at the area, making me clench my legs together in embarrassment. “Just look at that, sweetheart.”

I drew my attention to his now glistening finger, my face burning in shame that my body was reacting to this at all. I closed my eyes the second I saw him place that digit in his mouth, practically moaning at the taste. 

“You taste marvelous, my sweet Y/n,” He roughly pulled my legs open again, a whine at the stretch of my legs he mistook for impatience. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you.” He snapped his fingers. And the next thing I knew, my hands were bound together above my head. 

“S-Stop, please…” I whimpered out, tears threatening to fall, only for him to lean in close and kiss my temple. I cringe at the contact, trying to wiggle out of the cuffs, but it was no use. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading to him one last time before everything went dark. He blindfolded me.

There were no words exchanged, no warnings given. What happened next caught me completely off guard. That same finger he used before traced the outside parts of my heat, my lower half squirming at the sudden feeling. It inched closer and closer to that one spot of nerves, barely touching it but enough pressure to get a reaction from me. I moaned softly, biting my lip after the sound escaped to stop myself from doing it again. But, of course, it wasn’t going to be that easy. 

He started out with slow circles to the nub, I could feel his eyes watching me intensely as his other hand roamed my upper body, groping at one of my breasts. Out of nowhere, his hand sped up, my response was too noticeable to cover up or pretend didn’t happen, and he knew it. I tried with all my might not to give him the satisfaction that I was enjoying this, trying to picture Henry in his place, only for Pan’s face to return to my mind; The hand that was groping my breast left for a moment to remove the blindfold, making eye contact with him again. 

“Ah, there she is. She’s slowly coming out, but not yet strong enough to take over. We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?” Moving the finger away from my jewel, he road down my slit before entering that single digit inside of me, thrusting it at a quick pace. 

I choked on a moan, keeping my mouth closed. That only seemed to aggravate him more as he added another one inside of me, this time going harder and much deeper. 

“Fuck!” I let out accidentally, biting my lip so hard to the point where I started drawing blood. Seeing the crimson liquid, he leaned in quickly to collect it himself. Our lips mushed together perfectly, might I say. Though it was sort of rough and hungry…it still felt nice. 

Once he pulled away, he stared deeply into my eyes, the intense gaze hard to break away from as my euphoria was close to being reached at the pace his fingers were going. “I feel it, love…you’re so close, aren’t you? About to come just from my like this, don’t you?” He slowed down just a tad, a slight smirk forming on his as I mewled in protest. “Answer me, babygirl.” 

I shook my head, refusing to give in so easily. With slight falter in his smirk, he pulled his fingers out slowly to the tip, leaving them there. “Still stubborn, I see. Not for long.” He shoved them right back in, hitting the one spot perfectly, a high pitched moan escaping my mouth in appreciation. Not slowing down, he leaned his head downward to face my center, his warm breath fanning over me. I gasped loudly at his next action, as his tongue decided to play along as well. 

The muscle swirled over the bud in short, quick circles, stopping a few times to flick over it at a rapid pace, sending my toes to curl. His fingers never faltered, still keeping a harsh speed, his tongue following the same path.

Pan slowed to a stop on for a moment once he felt that was close again, looking up at me with a sadistic look in his eyes. “Speak, baby…tell me how good it feels…” He purred, curling them upward, hitting that spot over and over again. I whined at the slow pace, my eyes nearly rolling to the back of my head as he kept hitting that same spot, driving me crazy. But, I held my ground.


Sighing loudly, he stopped, pulling the fingers out without hesitation. I whimpered at the loss of contact again, something inside of me cursing at me to stop being this way, to just give in. 

He lifted the fingers to my mouth, tapping them gently onto my lips. “Come on, open up, Y/n. Just one little taste.” He taunted, but I refused again by clamping my mouth shut. Rolling his eyes, he reached up with his other hand to plug my nose. 

Holding my breath in for only a moment, I opened my mouth to inhale, giving him the opportunity to stick them into my mouth. The sudden taste kind of grossed me out for a second, I was tasting myself for God’s sake. But, the bitter taste started to swirl in my mouth, and suddenly became…sweeter. Confusion was evident on my face, and Pan’s chuckle told me that he saw. 

“Taste familiar?” He pulled the fingers out, wiping them on the bed. I didn’t answer as more and more things didn’t make sense. Suddenly, he pulled me up to where I was sitting and facing him. Backing up a bit, he discarded his shirt, my mouth dropping ever so slightly at the sight before me. He had a nice built. Not too bulky and not too skinny…just the sight alone started to make my mouth water…what the fuck is happening? 

Without warning, he went for his trousers, pulling them downward until they pooled at his ankles. My breath nearly caught in my throat, as I quickly turned my head to avoid his bare…well…everything. With a slight chuckle, he walked closer to me, taking my chin and directing my attention back on him. With every ounce of willpower I had, I kept my eyes closed. This was wrong…this was so wrong. 

“Love, open your eyes,” He roughly shook me, my eyes snapping open instantly. “Look at me. All of me.” He stood up straight, making sure that my eyes stayed open. I couldn’t close them anyway. I suddenly didn’t want to. 

My eyes traveled up and down his tall figure, taking in all of what he offered. His member stood as tall as him, the size intimidating enough to set a blaze to my lower region. My rejection of release from before still lingered inside of me, begging to be satisfied. My breathing became heavier than usual, my mind filling with such vulgar things I want to do him, and him to me. Things I’ve never thought to do with anyone. Seeing that I wasn’t saying anything, he moved back over to me, making me stand to my feet. 

“Off.” He instructed, gesturing to my top half. He waved one hand, freeing mine from their binds. I rubbed at my wrists for a minute, nodding my head that I understood. There was no fighting it anymore. I needed him. I needed him now. 

I unfasten the hook of the top, the straps slowly sliding off my shoulders, and finally down to the floor. I heard a groan come deep from his throat, as his hands came up to touch all over me, stopping at my hips. “ You’re so beautiful. Now, be a good girl and lay on the bed for me.” 

“Yes, master.” I said through gritted teeth, becoming more and more annoyed that I wasn’t given release yet. He saw that I was getting frustrated, and he loved every bit of it. 

Once I was laying on the bed, I was given no time to prepare for what happened next. He pounced on me, pinning my arms down and resting himself in between my legs. I felt him poking me, his warm flesh sending delicious chills through my body, making my head spin. 

“You’ve not said a word, my love. How do you want me?” He shifted his hips up and down, rubbing himself onto me, coating his member in my arousal. The tip only played with my entrance, barely going in multiple times, just to tease me. 

Becoming more and more irritated, I struggled against his hold on me, my mind starting to cloud over by a darkness I couldn’t explain. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer, digging my heels into his back, but he refused to give me what I wanted. That stupid grin on his face only fueled the fire, an animalistic growl escaping my mouth as I flipped us over. I was now straddling his waist, my hands perched on his chest, with nails digging deeply into his skin.  I couldn’t hold it any longer…

“There’s my Y/n.”

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Dex gets drunk and starts talking dirty to Nursey who absolutely loses his chill. Nursey tries to keep him quiet but then just gives up.

“Hey baby, what are you doing later?” Dex slurs into Nursey’s ear, arms slithering around Nursey’s waist.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Nursey asks, looking down pointedly at where they’re pressed up against one another.

“Trying to seduce you, duh,” Dex scoffs, like this is a normal thing. Nursey cannot deal.

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A/N: Post-Infinite one shot, but I don’t think you have to read it to understand what’s going on in this one.  Definitely giving a shoutout to @gmwmeetsniall for asking about a post-Infinite one shot.  I never planned on doing it, but Ed decided to write the P E R F E C T song (haha, get it?). Fluff is not my strong suit, and I’m afraid it shows.  I hope you all like it anyway. <33

Song by: Ed Sheeran

Word count: 7,660

Pairing: Rucas

Rating: T

Lucas stood in front of the mirror in a desperate attempt to tie his tie.  Logically he knew that his reflection wouldn’t help the slight tremor of his hands, but at that moment, he was unable to think logically.  His hand shook a little more violently as he picked up the ends of the tie.  He wasn’t sure why he was reacting like this.  He wasn’t nervous at all and he wasn’t the least bit scared.  If anything, he felt more relaxed than he thought he would be—given the circumstances.

“About ten minutes,” Farkle said as he walked back into the dressing room.  He stood next to Zay as the two men watched Lucas fumble with the tie.  “How long as he been trying to tie it?”

“My guess is ten minutes,” Zay shrugged.  “It’s kind of entertaining.  You think he’s just about figured it out, but then one end falls and he has to start all over again.”

Lucas flipped the tie around for another moment before he growled in frustration.  Why was this happening?!

Farkle chuckled as he walked over to the Texan.  “You a little nervous,” he asked as he grabbed the tie.  He had never seen Lucas so flustered before.  It was quite a switch from the normally reserved veterinarian.

“No,” he huffed as Farkle slid the tie around his neck.  “How…how does she look,” he asked as a new wave of tranquility overcame him.  Just the mere thought of her seemed to put him at ease.  He looked down.  His hands still shook slightly, but not nearly as aggressively as they did a minute ago.  That was exactly the effect she had always had on him.  She calmed him, even if he were thousands of miles away.

Farkle smiled.  “You already know the answer to that.”  He finished the last loop.  “There.  Perfect.”

Lucas looked at himself in the mirror.  “I can’t believe it’s finally here,” he said as he examined his appearance.

“I don’t think any of us can,” Maya smiled from the doorway.

Lucas’s eyes snapped toward the blonde.  “Maya?  What are you doing in here?  Shouldn’t you be with—“

“The bride?”  She raised her eyebrows as she raised her right hand up.  In it, she held a folded piece of paper.  “As matron of honor, it’s my duty to make sure that the bride gets everything her heart desires today.”  She walked toward Lucas.  “She wanted me to give this to you.”

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Lonely For The Night

Tonight Tyler goes to Josh, but where does that leave Jenna and Josh’s girlfriend YN?
Pairings: Joshler mentions and small moments, even smaller moments of Josh Dun × Fem!Reader, and Jenna Joseph x Fem!Reader
Warnings: none really, slight daddy kink mention, lots of girlxgirl action
Word Count: 2k

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Tips for Mercy Mains

Originally posted by katakurii

Constantly keep moving:

Even if there are no enemies in sight and/or your team is on full health keep moving no matter what. Staying in the same spot or with the same player for too long when they don’t need healing will grant you a death wish from snipers and flankers.

Don’t stay too close to your team mates:

Your healing and damage boost beam can go pretty far so there’s no need to be so close because the enemy could be aiming for one of your team mates and accidentally kill you. No mercy is useful when they’re dead! So keep spread out so if you see trouble you can fly away to another team mate and safely escape.

Don’t forget to damage boost:

I’m personally guilty of this and hardly ever use it but always remember Mercy can do more than quickly heal! It’s best to use damage boost during a team mate’s ultimate.

Best characters to damage boost with their ult are Soldier: 76, Reinhardt, Bastion, Pharah, and Roadhog. 

Characters like Reaper and Genji who need to be close to the enemies are risky to damage boost because you’re in the middle of enemy lines and risk getting yourself killed.

Your guardian angel and pistol are your best friend:

Flankers are always quick to take out the supports, especially Mercy who can’t heal and defend herself. Guardian angel has a very short cool down so you can fly to different team mates and hopefully let them take out the flanker. If not, don’t be afraid to pull out your pistol as it does a surprising amount of damage! Mercy’s pistol is a projectile so you can shoot quickly from either side of the enemy and it will more than likely hit them as they move around to kill you.

A lonely Mercy is a dead Mercy:

Let’s say you die, spawn campers are extremely shitty but do happen. If you’re able to wait a few seconds for a team mate that recently died so you don’t have to walk back to the objective alone and vulnerable to pretty much any attack. The only reason you should be separated from your team is to either avoid and ultimate or hide so you can fly in to rez.

Don’t forget to use health packs:

I can’t even count how many times i’ve thought “Oh i won’t disengage from the fight for a health pack since i regenerate my health.” And then soon died. While Mercy does regenerate health like all supports hers is particularly slow as she doesn’t have shields that regenerate rather quickly like Symmetra and Zenyatta or amp boost like Lucio. Take a few seconds to get that health pack, trust me. Not to say you should fly across the map for one lol

Stick with the Tanks the majority of the game until you get your ultimate:

Tanks will get you your ult faster (Yes I know Pharmercy is a good combo but it takes a while to get the ultimate charge you need to change the outcome of a game) so stick with them until you’re able to focus on everyone now that you have your ultimate in case anything happens. Rezing tanks are also a top priority as they can hold the objective longer with their abundance of health.

Know when to and not to rez:

A single ultimate could wipe out your whole team and you could easily rez but what’s the point if the enemy team just throws more ultimates at you? Then you would have wasted a rez when you should have waited up for your team mates. Sometimes it’s difficult to know when is the right time to rez but I usually don’t rez unless it’s a three man. If you see more than two people have ultimates on the enemy team it’s probably best not to rez unless a fair share of your team mates have ultimates as well. Only rez one or two when you’re really desperate, like when it’s in overtime and you know the soldier or Genji that just died has their ult and can potentially change the outcome of the game.

Sometimes your team mates just aren’t able to protect you: 

Whether they’re engaged in another fight, using their ultimate, or unaware of the flanker chasing you across the point. You can’t rely on your team mates 100% to keep you safe. As a Mercy main you should learn to defend yourself or master the art of flying from person to person until eventually the enemy tracking you gets killed. Now, i totally get the frustration of a Winston or a Genji on you and you can’t do anything because they’re strong, crafty motherfuckers but you can communicate with your team they’ll be after you so keep a look out for them. I find the best way to avoid this is again, to constantly be moving and flying from team mate to team mate so the enemy team can’t focus on you as much.