does the second one even count

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.”

anonymous asked:

Cait's post of the table scape, is there a person's reflection way to the right?

It’s very hard to see what is reflecting off to the right on that upper lid of the coffee press as the shape of that lid creates a high degree of distortion but it does seem that the suggestion of a second person is visible inside the flat and that person would be behind and to the right of the photographer out on the balcony- who does appear to be Cait. But it’s not even really necessary to see a second person to see the implication that one is there, or will be once the meal is begun. The table is only partially set as the pic is taken. There are no water glasses, napkins, or additional plates or cutlery present, yet these items will clearly be needed. In short, all of the items that would provide a firm count of the number of diners are conspicuously absent. So making very sure that any company she had for that meal was also out of frame, or even reflections makes sense too. But the food is the giveaway if you are paying attention- the coffee, crudités, and water are easily portioned for two persons- and that is probably about as much “revealing” as those two rainbow watchers were comfortable with.


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

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.)

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

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!

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!!


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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Manhattan Mistress part 3


Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader, Tony x reader and OC!Casey (daughter of Y/N and Tony)

Summary: Sam scolds Steve for the things he’s done and hasn’t done. Y/N and Bucky take a trip down memory lane in a very intimate way.

Song: “Mad about you” by Hooverphonic. Lyrics are in italics. Part of the song challenge as hosted by @mrs-squirrel-chester

Word count: 2.637

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), talk of violence and abuse.

A/N: Dedicated to my favourite mob AU writer @caplanbuckybarnes. Enjoy sweetie!

Part 1: the background story

Part 2: the friction

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anonymous asked:

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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You remember how I said we got a newish(not technically new, just rehired) guy? I can’t stand him. The gal I used to work with on the trash route at the clinic is special needs, so I’ve grown a bit protective of her. When this guy was hired I thought she’d be fine and I’d no longer have two time sensitive tasks that were absolutely killing me(One needs to be done by 7, the other 7:30). But this mother fucker I swear to fucking God is just hindering her. Not once, not twice, BUT THREE TIMES I have seen this lazy ass tool sitting down until the very second, sometimes the second later, to go and clock in. This isn’t even counting the times my coworkers have witnessed it. Meanwhile she’s already gotten started on gathering the trash from the first floor. The gal that does the wipe down in the area we used to gather trash together has told me she’s helping them with one section even though she’s technically not supposed to. It’s not her job, but she’s just as protective as I am and this guy is so lazy and slow. Meanwhile this pure soul thinks he’s actually helping her so much that “we finished early today!” when in reality he is NOT pulling his weight. I’m so fucking pissed. I really like cleaning the pharmacy(time sensitive task due by 7 pm, the other is trash by 7:30), but I feel like I’m letting her down by not helping out. I honestly don’t think this guy is going to last anyways. The last time he worked there he was there 2 months before quitting, which wasn’t even the first time. Not sure what will happen if he does, but I hope it’s a fair plan so I’m not scampering around like my head is cut off trying to finish things in an unreasonable amount of time again but she still has some help. In the meantime I’m thinking I might help out like the other coworker for 10 to 20 minutes before heading down to my other time sensitive task… While avoiding the lazy fuck because I swear to goddamn God I want to slice his butt cheeks off so he can NEVER sit on his worthless ass again! -Abby

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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I Didn’t Know

Kol Mikaelson X Reader Jeremy Gilbert (Unrequanited) X Reader 

Word Count: 589

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you write one where you’re making out with your boyfriend Kol and your best friend Jeremy walks in who is in love with you but you have no clue but Kol does.

Originally posted by shunnedwitch

You and Kol had been dating for a while now and you loved, you were sure of that, you knew that he had done some questionable things in the past and even some things that were just not right but you believed in second chances. Something you didn’t know what that you best friend Jeremy had a crush on you, well it was more than that he was full on in love with you at least according to him.

You were at your house with Kol who was following you around as you got ready to go to work. “You could just not go,” Kol suggested.
“I have to make money.” You mumbled.
“My family has money.” He mumbled wrapping his arms around you.
“I want to make my own money, not leech off you.” You clarified.
“You’re not leeching, I’m providing for my girlfriend is all.” Kol smiled dropping a few kisses on your shoulder as you continued to get ready.
“Well then provide you girlfriend with some encouragement.” You smirked and he rolled his eyes.
“Fine, you need a lift?” He asked and you shook your head smiling and he frowned.
“Jeremy is going to drop me off since he headed that way anyway.” You explained and Kol frowned.
“Baby Gilbert?” Kol asked.
“Yes.” You laughed as you moved around him to jog down the stairs into the kitchen.
“I would prefer to take you to work,” Kol said following you and you rolled your eyes, you knew this was coming the moment you agreed to it, but you hadn’t seen Jeremy much and you missed him.
“Yeah well, I haven’t seen Jeremy in a while because you and Jeremy don’t get along so…” You trailed and he rolled his eyes sighing and then groaning before finally nodding.
“Fine.” He agreed and before long there was a mischievous smile on his face and you frowned.

You walked out of the house with Kol behind you, you saw Jeremy waiting in the car in front of your house you waved at Kol and turned but he grabbed your wrist pulling you back and kissing you wrapping his arms around you stopping you from pulling away until he wanted to. When you did he smiled and let you leave, you climbed into the car and smiled over Jeremy. “Hey.” You smiled.
“Hi.” He muttered sharply.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
“Yeah… No. I mean I don’t know.” Jeremy answered as he turned down a road towards your office building.
“What’s wrong?” You asked.
“Um… Don’t worry about…” Jeremy shook his head.
“I’m going to worry about it.” You smiled and he glanced over at you and couldn’t but smile himself.
“Okay… You have to promise not to hate me.” Jeremy said.
“I promise.” You nodded determinedly.
“Okay… Um, I like you, no I love you… Kol knows that-”
“So he’s been teasing you?” You asked and Jeremy nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t know.”
“I know I never told you,” Jeremy said looking down.
“I’ll talk to him… And we can stop talking if you want to…” You suggested and he looked over at you frowned and shaking his head.
“No! I don’t want that!” Jeremy said.
“Okay well, then I guess I’ll see you and don’t let him scare you away! You’re a vampire hunter you are allowed to shoot him you know as long as there’s no white oak involved.” You smirked. “He can be an ass sometimes.” You winked before leaving the car to go to work.

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Ok, so it’s been a loooong time since I last posted something. To be honest, I hit a writer’s block. This is something that popped into my head while I was in Mexico last year. Honestly, I don’t know how this will be received. I may delete it. I don’t even know what categorize it. I know I write smut, but this is not one of them. Sorry.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: roughness (?)

Notes: There’s a brief part where the reader gets sexually harassed (breast grabbed). That’s it. I swear, I’m not condoning anything nor does the story go to, I believe, an uncomfortable place. This is something different that my brain came up with and I needed to type out. Again, I may delete it. Please do not hesitate to tell me off if it’s bad.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, you saw the second hand ticking closer to the big hand, ready to move it over the eleventh hour. You look to the window, seeing the moon creeping over the building across from yours, realizing that you hadn’t stepped out of the office building all day. Today consisted of a few, but long, meetings and papers that needed to be filed, typed or signed. You had barely gotten a break for yourself to eat and catch your breath. With a sad sigh, you clicked off your desk lamp and walked over to the elevators.

There was a chilly breeze in the night, making you hug yourself for warmth as your heels’ tap tap tap echoed down the street. You felt nervous to be out late at this hour of the night. You weren’t on the bad side of the city, but that didn’t keep thieves away from looking for pockets to pick here. You calmed your nerves by distracting yourself with the thought of a warm bath you had waiting at home.

“With a glass of red wine and everything will be fine,” you whispered to yourself.

The sound of a can rattling from behind startled you. You looked back to see it being softly pushed across the street by the breeze. You shook off the goosebumps and picked up your speed. Ahead, you could see the lights of downtown getting closer and felt yourself relaxing with each step. Local business stores were closed on both sides of the street, but a few had their lights on at the windows to provide you with just enough illumination for some guidance. 

You passed an alleyway and counted it as the second last to pass before reaching the subway station’s entrance. In the distance, you could hear cars honking and people’s voices being carried in the breeze. You felt your stomach growled at the scent of food making its way towards you.

“Ugh, hopefully there’s a food stand still open nearby.”

With food on your mind, you almost missed the sound of footsteps coming from behind. They were quiet at first, but began to sound closer and matching yours. You tried not to show discomfort, but walked faster. When you did, the footsteps did the same.

“Don’t panic. Maybe it’s just someone else coming out of work late, too.”

You were getting closer to the last alleyway. Just a couple more steps and you’ll be safe.

“Don’t look back. Just keep going. Don’t look–”

You looked back and saw a tall man in a coat with his head hunched down, face hidden behind a baseball cap. Before turning back, you saw him look up and smile.


You clutched your purse and ran. You internally scolded yourself for choosing today to wear a knee-length skirt. 

“Just a little more! Just–”

A pain digging into your left shoulder abruptly stopped you. You were pulled back into the alleyway and shoved up against the building wall, your hands being pulled up and held over your head.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A pretty bird all by herself,” the man chuckled.

“P-please. L-let me go. You can have whatever is in my purse. J-just– I won’t call the police! Just let me go, please!”

“Oh, but I was thinking we could have a little fun first,” the man purred.

Hot tears began to brim, and roll down your cheeks. You struggled against the man, desperately trying for a loose end to escape. He growled and shoved you against the wall once more, roughly tilting your chin up to look at you.

Looking into his dark eyes, your mind began racing through horrible, ugly thoughts. You looked to the street, internally yelling and praying for someone to pass by.

“It’s just you and me pretty bird,” the man chuckled.

He moved your wrists together into one of his hands, using the free one to roughly grab your breast through your shirt.

“Please- Please no.” You pushed against him to no avail. “Let me go!!”

“Not before I make you sing pretty bird.”

“No. I’m gonna make you sing,” a deep voice growled from the shadows.


Before you knew it, something grabbed the man by his head and dragged him back into the shadows. It was too dark for you to see, but you could hear the man grunting and the sound of his bones breaking.

“Ah please! No more! I won’t- won’t touch her again,” the man cried. “I won’t come back! J-just please, no more!”

Silence. You could hear your heart thudding, your breathing, erratic.


The man was thrown against the building behind you, falling limp on the ground. The deep voice from the shadows stepped forward and you could see the moon reflecting off, what seemed like, a metal arm. Shocked, you stumbled backwards and ran out of the alleyway. You ran past the entrance to the subway and kept running until a taxi abruptly stopped in front of you. You had ran into the middle of the road.

“Hey! Watch where y–! Hey, are you ok?”

You looked behind you, scared that the mystery man was following you.

“(Address), please,” you frantically ordered the taxi driver.

You opened the back door and hopped in. The taxi driver didn’t hesitate and sped off to his new destination. You watched the lights go by through the window, feeling the taxi driver’s eyes on you every so often. Feeling self-conscious, you hugged yourself.

When you felt his eyes again, you turned to catch his glance in the rear view mirror and, instead, noticed your own eyes. Dry mascara streaks ran down your cheeks, your eyes were red and your hair was a mess. Embarrassed, you attempted to clean yourself up without being obvious. 

“We’re here,” announced the taxi driver.

You felt for your purse and realized you had left it behind in the alleyway. Shit.

“I’m sorry, I left my purse. Just give me a m–”

“Don’t worry about it, hon. Just get yourself inside,” he responded softly.

Tears brimmed and you gave him a tiny smile before stepping out of the taxi, sprinting to the doors of your apartment complex. You walked in and over to the elevators and pressed for the third floor.

Stepping off onto your floor, you walked to the second door on the left, looking both ways before grabbing the spare key you hid behind the lamp on the wall. With shaky hands, you unlocked the door, closed it shut and bee lined to your bathroom. You quickly shed off your clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the knob all the way to the left.

Hot water streamed down your body, washing away the awful memories of tonight’s event. You tilted your face up at the waterfall and let your tears run along the water. You let out the sob you’ve been holding back, leaning on the bathroom wall for support.

A half hour later, your sobs had turned to hiccups, prompting you to step out. Using your hand to wipe off steam on the mirror, you saw your puffy red eyes and plumped lips. Annoyed, you walked out to your living room. You went to stand in front of your patio slide door, looking out to see the half-full moon surrounded by stars. You didn’t know if you should report what happened to the police. Fear and goosebumps began to build up at the thought of having to recount tonight. You wanted to call in sick for work tomorrow, fearing the man will be waiting for revenge.

You reached up for the blind’s wand, ready to close them when something flashed in the corner of your eye. You saw something move by the tree you had planted in your backyard.

“Oh my god, is it him? The man from the shadows? DID HE REALLY FOLLOW ME?”

Frozen in place, you watched as the black shadow walked towards you, and stopped just before reaching the moonlight. Crouching, the shadow pushed forward a bag with his boot. Your purse. You blinked in confusion as the shadow stepped back to where he had stood. 

“He…returned my purse?”

Keeping your eyes on the corner of your backyard, you slid open the door. You weren’t sure if this was a trap or he was genuinely returning your purse.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” answered the shadow. “I– You left your purse behind and, I hope you don’t mind, I looked inside to find your license so I could return it.”

You blinked at him. 

“Really. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Still doubting, you slowly stepped forward and reached down for your purse. You turned around to quickly walk back inside.

“Wait,” he said, stopping you in your tracks. “Are you ok? Did he…he didn’t hurt you, did he?”


“Good. He won’t be showing his face anymore.”

You turned back to face him.

“Who are you?”

“I’m– Bucky.” He took slow steps towards you.

“Bucky. That’s an unusual name,” you pondered. “Thank you, Bucky. Thank you…for saving me tonight.”

At this point, Bucky was a mere steps in front of you, still in the shadows. But you could see that he had long, short, hair and was bulked. The light was still able to reach him and bounced off his left metal arm.

“No need to, m’am,” he bowed his head.

“I– I’m scared,” your voiced cracked. You didn’t know why you were spilling yourself to this stranger, but it felt comforting in a way. “I’m-I’m scared that I’m gonna see him again.”

“No. You won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

You felt a tear escape and roll down your cheek.

“I-I can stay, if you like. Out here, I mean. I can keep watch, if that’ll make you feel better.”

You felt guilty for making him do such a thing, but honestly, it would be the only way you’d be able to get some sleep.

“I don’t mind, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Are you sure? I–”

“Positive. You should get some rest. It’s late.”

You gave him a tiny smile and walked back inside. Before closing the blinds, you watched as he walked back to the tree, seeing him lean on it. You pointed to a folded chair that was against the wall, indicating for him to use it. You gave him a small wave before closing the blinds.

Moments later after you had made sure everything was off and locked, you climbed under your bed sheets. You couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky. Had he been watching you? Or was he one of those superheroes that the news reported everyday? Could he be trusted? Whoever he was, you were glad he had showed up at the right time. Although Bucky was outside your window, you still feared the awful man. But Bucky said he was going to make sure the man wouldn’t return. You hoped. Your eyes became droopy, exhaustion lulling you to sleep.

The sun’s rays peeked through your window curtains, waking you. Jerking up, you remembered last night. Climbing out of bed, you rushed to the backyard. Bucky was nowhere to be seen. You looked around your small backyard, looking for any signs that he had been here. Before walking back inside, you noticed a blue flower sitting in the same spot he had put your purse. You reached down and took it as your sign. Holding it up to your nose, you thanked the skies for his security and hoped you would soon see him again.

If you reached the end, thank you for taking your time to read this. I know there’s many mistakes, I’m sorry! I hope you liked it, kinda. Again, thank you!

anonymous asked:

When all of the Rampion kiddos (8 kids?) get together and scheme, who plays what role? (I.e. My sister was always the mastermind, I was the distraction, and my cousin was the lookout. Also, your Rampion second gen are canon in my mind!)

Thank you, darling! I’m glad you enjoy my little gang of hooligans! :) And yes, there are eight of them. Missy and Ari are Wolflet kids, June is a Jacinter kid, Ember and Rento are Kaider kids, and Dmitri, Cass, and Lil’ Cress are Cresswell kids.

Missy: The Muscle/The Second. Missy has always been the tallest and strongest of the gang and that comes in handy sometimes (”Quick, if you can boost me over this fence, then—OOF! I said ‘BOOST, not throw!” “Quit whining.”). Also, as the oldest of the group, she (along with Dmitri) is one of the unofficial ringleaders.

Dmitri: The Mastermind. That boy has a plan for everything. Those plans don’t always work, but he does always have a plan and that counts for something, right? He’s even got a “scheming face” a la Kaz Brekker, which the other kids are quick to point out (and make fun of).

Ember: The Conscientious Objector. Ember has way too many of her dad’s goody-goody genes to fully support all the scheming that goes on. That kind of dishonesty is unbecoming to a princess! But…when she can (very rarely) be convinced to join in…she does find it kind of fun. Of course, she gets as bossy about that as she does with everything else and that creates a whole new set of problems, but it’s still fun.

Ari: The Brains. Being the smart little bookworm that he is, Ari knows a lot about a lot of things, including the relative likelihood of them getting caught if they decide to “borrow” the family hover without permission and he’s absolutely going to warn the others about it (loudly). However, that doesn’t stop him from helping because he’s a loyal kid(and because he’s the only one who’s read the hover instruction manual) and he’ll follow his friends to the ends of the earth. Or into a month’s grounding when they do inevitably get caught. Whichever comes first.

Cressida (Lil’ Cress): The Charmer. With her daddy’s silver tongue and her mama’s angelic face, very few people can withstand the wiles of Cressida Thorne when she’s attempting to convince them to do things her way (”Aces, Wolf, how’d the kids con you into taking them all to the lake?” *sheepish grumbling*)

Cassiopeia (Cass): The Lookout/The Informant. Much like her mama, Cass is very good at finding out things (”My sources say that Aunt Scarlet is making cherry tarts tomorrow. We need to mobilize if we want to beat our dads to them.”) and keeping an eye on everything that goes on to insure that their plans go off smoothly.

Rento: The Innocent. He’s often too involved in his own projects to know what’s up (”Huh? What happened? I had my headphones in.”), but he can be roped into schemes for the right cause. And because he’s so rarely involved, no one ever suspects him when he is involved.

June: The Distraction. June—being Winter’s daughter—is of course the most adorable child in the galaxy. Not only that, but she’s the baby of the family and thus makes the perfect distraction for the unsuspecting adults in the family.

Mine~{Peter Pan Imagine}

Originally posted by fuckyeahdemonedits

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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The Time Traveler (Chapter Five)

April 26, 2017, Wednesday [#129]

Title: The Time Traveler (An Endless Summer fanfic)

Chapter Five summary: While walking in the forest and talking to the others about trust and vulnerability, Grace is startled by the observations she makes about Jake, Michelle, and herself.

Story summary: Using a time travel gun prototype, Jake McKenzie travels back to the past. By encouraging friendships between everybody to build up trust and teach each other skills, he hopes to stop a terrible future from happening.

Links to previous four chapters:
01. (Chapter One: The Beginning)
02. (Chapter Two: The Scar That Didn’t Exist)
03. (Chapter Three: Unexpected Advice)
04. (Chapter Four: Droplets and Stars)

Chapter Five: Say No to Sitcoms

Grace prided herself on being an observant person, but what had just occurred confused her. Just for a few moments, Jake had a terrible look of sorrow on his face, as if something were very, very wrong. That distraught look in his eyes had lasted only a couple of seconds before he had the presence of mind to hide it. MC, who had been brushing herself off from her near-slip, hadn’t seen his expression at all, but Grace had.

The most logical reason Grace could think of was that Jake had blamed himself for MC’s near-fall, but since she hadn’t even made contact with the ground, self-recrimination to that extreme wouldn’t have made any sense. So it had to be something else. Perhaps a bad memory?

She didn’t know what had caused it, but being the curious person she was, she resolved to watch Jake little more closely until she figured out. Which probably meant watching MC as well, since those two seemed to stick together like protons and electrons these days.

There was a little voice in the back of her head that told her that she was only focusing on the group’s most obvious future couple so that she could observe their flirting and possibly apply it to her interactions with… somebody… but she firmly told that voice to be quiet, because that was certainly not true.

After a short break to have lunch, they continued their hike, but unfortunately, the fairly amicable atmosphere changed very quickly.

“He’s right not to listen to Sean. Why trust him? He says what he wants, but leaving everybody behind is what he’s the best at.”

“Michelle, I’d be very surprised if you actually include yourself in that ‘everybody’ you’re referring to. Do you really think you can talk about trust with any credibility whatsoever?”

She didn’t know the whole story. How could she? These people barely spoke to her, and she to them, before they were stranded here. But there was something in Michelle’s voice that instinctively called out to Grace, a strained note that she understood - if not completely, then at least to some extent. Because Grace knew about trust; she knew about people who make promises to be there, but end up leaving others instead. Promises to listen, to care, to stay and not leave for another business meeting or technological conference.

To be fair, the promises ran out after a certain point.

Perhaps that was for the best.

Of all the people present, Zahra was probably the last person Grace would have expected to verbally disagree with, but the ongoing conversation made Grace so sad for her that she had to say something.

“Why not take the chance to open up to somebody? Spending your whole life being afraid… is that any way to live?”

Zahra looked at her incredulously.

“What are you talking about? Grace, you screamed when Raj let out that loud burp last night! Everything under the sun scares you!”

She did have a point.

“Well, I am afraid of heights, since you can, you know, die from them - and snakes try to bite you - and clowns are so absurdly cheerful they start to look like demented monsters after a while - and crustaceans are just plain scary - but those are all… things. Being close to somebody, being vulnerable with somebody; that’s something different altogether…”

Grace trailed off. Maybe she was being stupid. It wasn’t as if she had any experience in love and romance.

The first time Grace truly noticed Aleister was when he explained to her why the tree she found had wrapped itself around a metal fence, saying that the mineral-rich soil of the La Huerta island was conducive to plant growth. He hadn’t even been trying to show off; he had simply answered her question as if that sort of knowledge was familiar to him and sharing it had seemed like the logical thing to do.

That had meant something to Grace, whose own knowledge was either too much that it was alienating to her peers, or too little that it was irrelevant to her mother’s sphere of interest. The chance to have somebody with whom she could be herself, and be able to converse intelligently without feeling like she had to apologize - because sometimes she did feel that she was supposed to, but Aleister hadn’t; in fact, he had gotten offended at the mere idea that he should apologize simply for knowing more about the world than others.

But she was sure that that didn’t have anything to with romance, because people who were interested in each other acted like… well, acted like Jake and MC, who went on private jet ski excursions and were partners in swimming pool games and flirted with each other nonstop.

It wasn’t like that with her. She was only getting to know one of her classmates better. She felt like she had a connection with Aleister. They both had great respect for knowledge; she admired his strong sense of self; and, sometimes, when he was lost in thought and started glaring at random items in the hotel for some reason, Grace wanted to reach out and ask him what was wrong.

“Not that I… ever really have. But I want to.”

Grace blinked. Without planning to, she had said those words out loud - while she had been in the middle of thinking about Aleister.

How… interesting.

On one hand, she could follow the tried-and-true sitcom route and deny her newfound feelings for weeks and months and years, resulting in misunderstandings and painful experiences that could have easily been avoided.

But on the other hand, she could handle this like a mature adult, by acknowledging her feelings and brainstorming how she could explore them in a way she was comfortable with.

Well. As a reasonable human being, Grace certainly knew what her choice was going to be.

(End of Chapter Five.) (Word count: 999 words.)

Chapter Five notes: This chapter takes place during Book One, Chapter Eight. I wrote Grace’s chapter this way because I think this is the way her character is and the way she would fall in love. Also, little things Jake does, even if they’re not on purpose, have an effect on other characters. If Jake hadn’t looked horrified, then Grace wouldn’t have given him a second thought. He’s building up a club of mini-stalkers… Diego thinks he’s a quest of some sort, Grace intends to observe him more closely, and Sean noticed a slip-up he made as well XD

Prompt: No prompts this time!

Chapter Four acknowledgements: I’d like to thank @jakemckcnzie, @the-falcon-of-the-fall, and @choices-addict for reblogging Chapter Four! 😋😋 And super big thank yous to @princess-scarletxx, @mermaidwarriorqueen, @jessicamckenzie, @captainsteverogerslover, @michellenguyens, @xo-endlessmayhem-xo, @avengingalec, and @annyvil for leaving comments, because feedback really inspires me to write! 😀😊😎

(If possible, I would love to know what you thought of this chapter! Thank you very much for reading!)

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 26/04/17.)