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» request: plus size reader w jungkook ?? maybe kookie is a basketball player and the reader is a cheerleader? also: smutttt, thanks !!!

» genre: smut

» author’s note: i love plus size reader fics tbhhhh. i need more of them. also this felt so long to write but it’s not even that long :/// and i might make a plus size reader series if you all like this enough, so be sure to let me know! i love you honeybuns~~

» word count: 3.6k+

» warnings: plus size reader, basketball au, body worship, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex, etc.

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A discontented groan sounds from the back of your throat as you pull your uniform on, a frown gracing your features as you realize the skirt is too small. The length is almost an inch too short, leaving your ass free to see. You swear under your breath, striding to the front of the locker room where your coach stands, chatting with the cheerleading captain.

“Coach, do we have another size up in the bottoms?” You ask, frowning as her eyes travel to your exposed rear end. She shakes her head with a scowl on her face, “Wear your safety shorts, Y/L/N.” She instructs, waving you off and turning back to the captain. You sulk back to your locker and look through for your safety shorts, sliding them on. Even your safety shorts have grown a bit too small, the very bottom of your asscheeks peaking out from the bottom of the thin white cloth. 

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Late Night Snacks and Underwear - 4

hFandom: Marvel’s Avengers

Summary: Y/N and Peter run into each other late one night. After, she is beyond confused about how she sees Peter. And Peter? Well he was already in love with her, but it takes advice, teasing, and another surprise encounter for them to face their feelings.

Words: 1,000+

Pairing/Characters: PeterParkerxStark!Reader, (Everybodyyyy is at least mentioned), Tony, Steve, Sam, Clint, Nat, Wanda, Bucky…

Warning: More awkwardness? 

Author’s Note: So, I don’t really know how to describe this part, it’s more Avengers family cuteness and awkward Y/N before the big stuff. I just love writing awkward reader, because it’s like me lol (I’ve been away because I’ve been on vacation! Rewatching Star Trek Beyond for that request tonight!)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Originally posted by little--batman

Peter practically stumbled out of his room and toward the elevator. It had taken him forever to fall asleep after getting back to his room and getting up was no easy task either. He slung his duffel over his shoulder as he pushed the button for the elevator. He’d shoved your sweatshirt into the top of his bag so he wouldn’t forget to give it back to you. The thought of you falling asleep on his shoulder last night woke him up a little.

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Red Lips Don’t Lie - Part IV

Part I 

Part II

Part III

He’s pounding on her door. His breathing is rattling out of his lungs as he runs a shaking hand through his messy hair. The door opens, and God, he missed her. He can’t move. His feet are glued to the threshold as her beautiful, beautiful eyes stare up at him, widening, her red lips opening in silent astonishment.

“Shawn?” she whispers, almost unsure. She takes a step towards him, her hand reaching out to him, but she hesitates. A thousand reasons for the hesitation pound through his mind – maybe she’s scared to touch me because last time, it hurt. His breath hitches in his throat, and he begs her with his eyes to touch him.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice is strained, and raspy, the kind of rasp that comes after tears. Heartbreak. She sounds like heartbreak.

For a second, he forgets to breathe, because I made her cry. “I- fuck. I can’t. Can’t do it. Please. I need-” He prepared a speech, but it falls out of his head, her eyes distracting him. They turn cold, and that rips open a gaping hole in his chest, painful and throbbing. “I need you.”

“You can’t – you can’t just come here. And – and beg a little, and expect me to – to just take you back.” She whispers the words, but he still hears her voice crack, and it cracks something in him in return. He knows her well enough to hear that she’s not angry. She’s hurt.

“I tried forgetting you, but – but you’re all I can think about. So – Y/N – Y/N, please. Please. Don’t do this to me. To us.” He’s begging her, now. “Please.”

Confusion laces her words and her beautiful eyes as she tells him, her voice cracking still, “It’s not – Shawn, it’s not that simple.”

He wants her to give him more of a chance to explain himself, to fight for them. He needs there to be a them. “I – can we- can I come in?” he stutters.

She reaches to close the door, only pausing when he chokes out a “Please?”

She’s hesitating. She’s unsure, he can tell. He tries again: “Please. Don’t – don’t throw away what we have. Let me – at least give me a chance. A last chance. Before you do. Let me in? Please?”
“Fine.” She sounds exhausted. “Come in.”

“You can’t blame this on me! You walked out. Remember? You – you couldn’t take the pressure!” He’s trying to keep his calm, but it’s difficult with her so close. He can’t believe she’s standing right in front of him. He doesn’t want to fight. He wants her to hold her. His fingers itch with the need to touch her, to feel her and cherish her.

“Do you even – do you even understand why I walked out?” she whispers, her voice challenging and broken all at the same time. She’s smiling a sad and disbelieving smile, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if she turns him away again. “I can’t handle being someone’s dirty secret. It makes me feel cheap. Do you know what it’s like? Seeing your boyfriend deny he’s interested in anyone? And you – you always denied it so easily. It always seemed so fucking easy for you to – to lie like that. About us.”

Blinking, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion, she takes a step back, and his ribs seem to crush his lungs, because she had been getting closer to him while she spoke.

“Do you know what it’s like, getting snuck into hotels, woken up before dawn so nobody sees you? Do you know wretched that makes me feel? Can you even – can you even understand how painful it is, you claiming me as yours with a necklace, but not seeming – not seeming to care outside of our little bubble?” Her eyes are throwing daggers at him, but he can’t stop himself from smiling.

“Why the hell are you smiling?” she asks, her eyes softening as her lips tug upwards.

He shrugs his shoulders. “I missed you.” His fingers brush a stray lock of hair out of her face. She rolls her eyes at him.

“Focus, Shawn,” she says, biting her lip. He swears he sees a smile, for a second. She whispers, “I can’t be a secret anymore.”

His eyes crinkle in understanding. “I was only trying to protect you. Believe me – the fans, the paparazzi, the media? Everyone thinks they’re allowed to judge you, to comment on your life, on your opinion, on you.” He leans in. He’s standing close enough to her that he can feel her body, that he can feel her.

She steps away. “Don’t you think I should be the one to choose whether or not I’m ready for something? Don’t you realise that I’d think about this for a while before being sure about going public?” Her voice gains volume. He can still feel the pull of her. He needs to be closer to her.

“Just – tell me one thing. Do you understand where I’m coming from?” he asks, licking his lips, trying to control his breathing.

“Yes. I do. But I refuse to let my life be dictated by paparazzi and the media.” She crosses her arms over her chest as she speaks.

He huffs a breath.

“What?” she asks.

“We broke up over this. You walked out on me over this. Do you realise how – ridiculous this is?” he murmurs.

“Ridiculous?” she echoes incredulously.

“Yes. Ridiculous. You walked out. And I’ve – been feeling empty, since that moment. And I tried to fill – that void – with something. Anything. With music, alcohol, sex, but nothing – nothing fucking worked.” He runs a hand through his hair, wishing he could read the emotions in her eyes. “We lost months, Y/N, because we couldn’t talk to each other properly. And I – fuck, I can’t do it. I can’t not have you in my life. It drove me mad.” He huffs an exasperated laugh.

“What do you want from me, Shawn?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.  

✨ H.A.T.E  ✨

Peter Pan Imagine

Author: Joi A. Wade

Tagged: @tmrhollandkay

Requested: Yes,  Hi, can I get one where Pan & the reader are in HS and they don’t really get along but Pan always trys ti seduce her. Pan and the lost boys have a costume party and the reader dresses up as a sexy maid and Pan takes her to go to his room and smut.

Warnings: Swearing | smut | long | greaser!Pan | soc!reader

Summary: H.A.T.E = Having All These Emotions.

The word hate is a very well known word in the English language. Some say it’s rather strong, some say it’s something unnecessary to express. It’s avoidable; it’s easy to spread like a disease, it’s also just another four letter word that is shared among people. For this situation, it’s mainly between two.

Y/n L/n was one of the richest girls in town. 17 year old honors student, with a 4.0 average, and killer good looks next to her fabulous brain. Almost every girl wanted to be her friend, and for those who didn’t just bathed in their pool of, you guessed it, hatred.

Peter Pan was one of the baddest greasers in town. 18 going on 19, still a junior in high school, holding on to his 3.0 average for deal life (not really) and also killer good looks that could get any girl below his grade to swoon over him. 

The senior girls that he was supposed to be in the same grade with, didn’t want anything to do with him or his gang.

Including Y/n. 

But, that didn’t stop this greaser from flirting with her any chance he got. Every guy wanted nothing to do with him, thanks to his reputation, and for those who did? Good luck to them.

Y/n and Peter never got along since the day they met. The first day of high school, an awkward year for the both of them all started off with their orientation in the school’s gym. 

It was going fine, until a certain someone who was still on his childish side, decided to pull another certain someone’s skirt down right in front of everyone after the ceremony. Showing off her white, virgin panties. In front of every freshman. 

Just think about it.

Picture it in your head.

Prepubescent boys. E V E R Y W H E R E.  All witnessing the vulnerability of young Y/n in the start of the year.

“Why can’t you just grow up, you dumb hood!” 

“Maybe, I don’t want to grow up! Why can’t you just take a joke!”

“I hate you, Peter Pan! Till the day I die, you’re nothing but gum underneath my shoe!” 

“Right back atcha, princess.” 

And thus, the hatred grew from that day on to three years today. 

Now coming back to the present, on a Friday evening in October, we find our main characters to be sitting on opposite sides of their study hall classroom, waiting for the day to finally end and be free for the weekend. The class room was already divided into their own cliques, from Socs, to Greasers, to Middle class, you name it. Everyone was where they belonged. But, of course, this wasn’t just any day. It happened to be October 31, Halloween night. And guess who just so happens to be planing a stellar party, for all to those willing to come? I’ll give you one guess.

“So, as you all may know, tonight is the night where the dead roam the streets.” Peter starts, rubbing his hands together, as he scanned the classroom. “And I’m also sure you know I am cautious of your safety, so everyone is welcome to crash and have shelter at my place this Halloween night.”

Snickers are heard from the greaser side, partly of what Peter said, and the other being because of their passed out study hall teacher, drooling all over his desk and papers. With a roll of her eyes, Y/n responds.

“Why would anyone wanna go to your dump of a house? If I wanted to spend my Friday night with trash, I’d spend my hours standing in Wendy’s closet.”

Said girl starts to laugh at the insult, only to then realize she was just insulted. “Hey!”

Peter chuckles at the witty tongue he hates so much. Every time she opens her mouth, it’s an endless cycle of sarcasm and bitchiness. Leaning on a desk, he places his hands in his leather jacket, resting them just below his armpits.

“No one said you had to come, princess. I’m sure mommy and daddy don’t want you out past eight anyways. Wouldn’t want you damaging that pretty grade of yours, right next to that pretty face.”  Now the whole greaser side howled with laughter and ‘oohs’. Y/n scowls in anger, rolling her eyes yet again, ignoring his comment. “Aw, what’s the matter? Run out of things to say?”

“No. Just thought I’d give your brain a break, I mean, this is probably the most words I’ve ever heard you speak without stuttering like an idiot, or shrinking your vocabulary to one of a kindergartner’s. Tell me, grease, can you spell ‘damaging’?” Getting no response this time, Y/n only smirks, this time her side of the room laughing at his. “Just to humor you, because I guarantee no Socs are going if I’m not, I’ll come to your little party tonight.”

With a raise of his eyebrow, Peter licks his lips slowly, relaxing his hands and walking over to their side of the room. Two Socs that sat next to Y/n were quick to stand, blocking him from getting any closer. Having a silent stare down, Y/n places hands on their shoulders, smiling sweetly as she told them she could handle herself. Oh, the curve of her lips only made his blood boil. Not to mention how easily she could coax any man with just one curl of them, as they sat back down without protest.

“You sure a pretty little thing like you, can handle a party like mine? There are no rules, no limitations.”

“Ooh, big word, Pan,” He rolls his eyes at her comment, already bored with the conversation. “But, you’d be surprised what a ‘pretty little thing’, like me, can handle.”

“Care to give me an example, princess?” He asks, taking only a small step closer to her, his eyelids falling slightly as well as his voice. This sent chills through her body, but she’d rather die than let him see that it did. Never breaking eye contact, everyone around them waited for someone to make the next move. 

Until the bell rang. 

Everyone got up from their seats, the teacher practically falling out of his chair at the sudden wake up call, as the school day was finally over.

Inhaling sharply, Y/n drops eye contact first, taking her bag that Wendy held out for her, looking up at the tall boy one last time. “In your dreams, grease.”

“Rich girl.”



“Oh, real mature.” She glares, turning with her chin high in the air as if she won that fight. With a slight shake of his head, he signals his gang that it was time to leave, heading out to maybe steal some beers and cigs on the way back to his house. While walking, the youngest of the group spoke up to his leader.

“Why’re you and her always fighting,” Henry asks. “She’s a real nice girl, why you gotta pick at her all the time, man?”

“Simple. We hate each other.” Peter shrugs, adjusting the collar of his jacket.

“Now y’all don’t, it’s obvious you wanna fuck each other. Just both of your prides are too big for one of you to go for it. It’s cliche, Pan. The rich girl wanting to be with the bad boy because her parents are against it. She wants you, she’s just making you work for it.” Tiger Lily nudges him with her elbow, while twirling her switch blade in the other hand.

“And what makes you so sure?”

“Tiger’s middle class, Pan, and yet she hangs with us all the time instead of them. Because…” Felix drew out, inquiring for Pan to finish his sentence for him.

“I ain’t stupid, I know what you mean. But, you’re different, Tiger Lily. You’re like one of the guys, it’s easy for you to adapt and be like us. But, Y/n? A whole different story.”

“Hm. Well, plus I’m a girl. I can see the signs of want from a mile away, and she is dripping for you.”

“Okay, now you’re just being weird.” Peter shoves her playfully, Henry shaking his head, not satisfied with his answer. “Look, tonight if she drops her attitude with me, then so will I. But, until then, I hate her fucking guts.” 

Meanwhile, on the richer side of town, Y/n wandered around the costume store, in a dilemma with ‘which outfit would be perfect’ for this said occasion. Not just any Halloween costume will do, she needed something that will really catch…a certain someone’s attention.

“No. No. No. God, this is a definite no. This is so stupid, how hard could it be to find a decent costume?” Y/n groans loudly, Wendy only giggling at her frustration.

“Well, you are looking on the day of Halloween. You’re a little late on getting decent, let alone anything at all. I’m just going as a cat; drawing whiskers on my face and buying this tail and cat ears. See? Simple and I don’t have to spend a lot.”

“Uh, you’re so cheap.”

Wendy glares at her head, grumbling to herself while her arms were crossed like a child would do. “At least I’m not trying to impress a greaser.”

“Excuse me? Who says I’m trying to impress that delinquent?”

“It’s so obvious! The sexual tension between you two is so suffocating, I can barely stand it any longer! One day I’m gonna get you drunk off your ass and lock you in a room with him-”

“[Gasp] This is perfect!” She exclaims, finally finding an outfit she likes in the very back of a rack. “Sexy maid! It’s ironic because his place will most likely be filthy. Now what were you saying about a room and ass or something?”

Sighing heavily, Wendy just grabs Y/n’s arm, dragging her to the register. 

“You’re so oblivious, it hurts.”

The sun was finally setting, and the street lights had finally cut on. Halloween night was something the troublemakers all over the town looked forward to, that and Pan’s parties. Halloween and end of the year parties were his specialties, filled with one night stands, hangovers, and wild memories to tell your grand-babies someday. Once the clock hit 10, everyone was piling into Peter’s place, for those who don’t get to be inside due to space, had most of the party outside, the backyard or on his neighbors lawn instead. Luckily where he lived, everyone was cool with everyone on the block, so there were no worries on horny teenagers grinding on each other on their front lawn. As long as it stopped by 2 AM.

Y/n and her large group of Socs make there way inside, all dressed up in their costumes, ready to have a good time. Readjusting the tight costume that felt like it was covering not a damn thing, Y/n took a look around. The music was blasting, the room already reeking of alcohol, and bodies upon bodies were pressed up against one another. Wendy tugs on her arm, pointing to the dance floor.

“Let’s go dance, this is my song!”

“I am not dancing up on greaser trash!” She shouts over the music, “You go ahead, find a guy, hook up, I don’t care! I’m going to get a drink!”

Giving her a thumbs up in response, Wendy disappears into the crowd. Y/n finally makes her way over to the drink table, filling her red cup with what she suspected to be just beer. Taking a huge gulp of the liquid, the burning in her throat confirmed her suspicion. It went down horribly the first time, but after her third cup, she was starting to loosen up and bob to the beat of the song.

Swaying her hips from side to side, she barely noticed a mixed group of middle class and greaser boys staring in her direction. One being bold enough to approach her came up from behind her, pressing his front to her back, helping her sway to the motion a little better. Turning her head to see who it was, she sneered.

“Get your hands off me.” 

“Aw come on, baby, let’s just have a little fun~”

“I’ll give you to the count of three. Last warning.” 

The stranger leans in to whisper in her ear, only getting half of his sentence out until he was dragged away by a couple of Peter’s friends. Not too long, Peter replaced his spot, his hands gripping her waist tightly, keeping her pressed against him, holding her still.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Y/n growls slightly, the sound sending a pleasant feeling straight down to his manhood, but the anger of seeing another guy touch her was clouding over that feeling. Turning herself around, she was quick to push him off. 

“Fuck off, Pan. I’m here to have a good time, not waste it fighting with you.”

“Well then stop the search, because the ‘good time’ is right in front of you. What’s more fun then spending the night with the host of this sick party?”

“Avoiding him.” 

Y/n was about to walk away, only for her arm to be tugged right back. Groaning inwardly, she was about to give him another snarky comeback, only for the look on his face to wipe that idea completely. He looked troubled, almost uncertain of something. 

“Follow me.” 

“What part of ‘avoiding him’ did you not understand-”

“Please, love.” 

Now this caught her off guard. Him, Peter Pan, the ruthless greaser that didn’t ask nicely, and took what he wanted, was begging her? Oh, she was definitely about to use this against him later. But, for now. 


Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #25

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Happy quarter life to this ridiculous feature. I need to stop procastinating on these.

The Lion at the End of the Tunnel by Outworld
Words: 3,488
Author’s Summary: Pidge bites off more than she can chew in an act of grand space piracy gone wrong. Aboard a dying starship with few options, she’s starting to think this might be her last mistake until she discovers a certain idiot has done something very stupid.
My Comments: Tagged Lance/Pidge but reads platonic. This is a great action fic with perfect character voices. I love these two together so very, very much.

Truce by kyanve
Words: 42,709 (WIP 7/?)
Author’s Summary: “EVERYONE SHOULD BE ABLE TO SEE IN EVERYONE ELSE’S HEADHOLES!” - because that feels like one of a few things that needs exploring.The new team can be a perfectly good one, but the odds of finding any five people who don’t know each other THAT well who’ll be thrilled with being mentally linked to giant sapient mechanical god-beasts and each other is basically nonexistent. It’s a recipe for whacking heads into it, avoiding it, trying to pretend it’s not there, and generally making an already awkward train wreck of a situation more awkward and confusing.Keith as main PoV because I would go insane doing this from more than one PoV and it would turn into more of a novel than it’s already looking like it’ll be, and who better to explore “sudden unasked for mental links to other beings” than someone with abandonment issues and trust issues everywhere *and* a few good big secrets?This starts around beginning of canon and I have parts to clean up and post going all the way through Season 2; it’s weaving through almost entirely off-camera things and side events. Spoilers bloody everywhere.
My Comments: REALLY fun missing scene-type fic with a great Keith perspective. It’s FUN and it does a great job of fleshing everyone out, and there are some truly fantastic ideas. I’m really enjoying this one.

Little Lions by MidnightCreator
Words: 5,111 (WIP 3/6)
Author’s Summary: Lance has a very bad day and his only upside is the comfort from the Blue Lion. The Blue Lion knows her Pilot needs her so she takes steps to be as close as she can be to him. Her actions set off a chain reaction amongst the other Lions as they all step up to be there for their Pilots.
My Comments: SO CUTE. I love lions-as-actual-lions, and this is especially good because the lions just want to make their pilots feel better. So it’s tiny lion shenanigans and oodles of H/C. MY FAVE COMBO.

Masks by TiedyedTrickster
Words: 9,588
Author’s Summary: Everyone has a mask, one that tells the world what character you’re destined to play in life, that tells people who you are. Except Lance’s mask doesn’t match him at all, and it’s driving Keith nuts.
My Comments: This is SUCH a creative and original concept. I’ve never seen anything like it, and it’s so, so cool. Starts out Lance-centric, but there’s lots of other stuff in there too, like fantastic Shiro and Keith and also REBEL MATT. Check it out!

An Unexpected Hero by nerdiekatie
Words: 2,102
Author’s Summary: “You tapped my knife to a Roomba? Where did you even get a Roomba?” Keith starts to peel his knife from the Roomba while Pidge is speaking. “She’s an old cleaning droid I found- Keith, no!” Pidge lunges forward to stop him. Keith just lifts the Roomba above his head, watching Pidge try to jump high enough to get her. “She needs to be able to defend herself!”
My Comments: This fandom has only the HIGHEST quality crack.

our native land draws all of us by SerenePanic
Words: 1,037
Author’s Summary: Coran is many things: advisor, mechanic, historian.Once, he was a father.
My Comments: My heart hurts. I love Coran so much.

De-Stressing by The_Sickfic_Sideblog for pinstripedJackalope
Words: 1,642
Author’s Summary: Keith is very stressed out. Pidge knows how to handle this. Set relatively close after The Blade of Marmora.
My Comments: This is really sweet, and I love how cool and competent Pidge is while Keith is falling apart. She really knows how to get past his defenses, and it’s lovely to see.

Qualifications by The_Sickfic_Sideblog
Words: 1,340
Author’s Summary: Pidge gets dehydrated, and the effects bring up sour memories.
My Comments: I would say “protect her,” but I think her team has that well in hand.

Ice Ice (Baby) by shishiswordsman
Words: 12,707 (WIP 2/?)
Author’s Summary: The Blue Pilot’s shoes become too big for Lance to fill. Literally. (Yes, it’s a kidfic. Sue me.)
My Comments: LOVE. De-aged Lance is quite realistic, and there’s beautiful, amazing art for every chapter, too! I am STOKED for more.

Skirt, Dirt, Worth by ardett
Words: 6,354
Author’s Summary: Lance wants to see Pidge wear skirts and makeup. (But really he doesn’t.)
My Comments: This made me ache, but there’s a lot of loveliness and courage in here, too. Lance needs love and acceptance so much, and it takes some work, but his team is able to give him that.

It Takes a Village by Zemmiphobia
Words: 18,010
Author’s Summary: One decision by an injured soldier changes not only the fate of the universe, but the fate of her young son.
My Comments: Thace/Ulaz. I adore this characterization of the Blade, especially Ulaz as a scientist who is very smart and methodical, but also has almost too much heart and compassion. Baby Keith is perfect, and I was very satisfied with the ending, though I’m happy there are more stories in the series, too.

Lost in the Stars by WingedChickadee
Words: 3,440 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: They didn’t see him. They didn’t see the lion falling quickly towards the planet’s surface through the debris of broken Galra ships. They heard his shout of pain and shock, but not what happened. Six people all assumed he made it back to the castle, they didn’t notice the missing paladin. No one noticed. Not a batted eye or turn of a head.When the paladin wakes up, he is injured and alone. Now, he has to try and survive until he can find a way home.
My Comments: Oh no, LANCE. This is very well-written and scary, and I really need more.

lost & found by luoup (ravenic)
Words: 7,006
Author’s Summary: The wormhole has been rent apart by Haggar’s magic, and the Paladins are lost.
My Comments: Really lovely little fic. A well-done take on the post-season 1 scenario, with an excellent conclusion that made me happy-sigh.

Under Pressure, I Break by Emerald_Ashes
Words: 2,728
Author’s Summary: Lance was more hurt than he let on after their visit to the water planet where the wormhole spat them out. His injuries are aggravated further during their fight with Ulaz, and then the Robeast. When it finally becomes apparent just how injured he is, Hunk can only blame himself.
My Comments: Hance. I love love LOVE the focus on Hunk in this fic. Though Lance is the one physically hurt, Hunk is the one who needs to be loved and reassured. Lovely little fic.

Go the Fuck to Sleep by nerdiekatie
Words: 1,745
Author’s Summary: He’s glad the paladins only have a low-level telepathic connection. Shiro is one hundred percent sure that if he could everything Pidge is feeling, he would be on his ass. As it is, Shiro has the distinction impression that Pidge can see time and taste shapes right now.
My Comments: I take back what I said earlier. They really REALLY need to protect her. Mostly from herself.

You’re Our Sharpshooter by safety_dancer for spacekidwrites
Words: 1,302
Author’s Summary: My take on how Shiro reacts to hearing Lance call himself Voltron’s seventh wheel.
My Comments: Very sweet little fic. I want something like this to happen so bad.

Out of Phase by LittleWhiteTie
Words: 6,571 (WIP 2/4)
Author’s Summary: Shiro is lost, only able to contact the paladins during their dreams. He helps them through their nightmares when they need him the most, but it’s getting harder and harder to find them as he starts to lose track of what’s real and what’s imagined. He’s losing his grip on this reality, and his sense of self is beginning to fall apart. He’s going to need their help to get back before he disappears entirely.
My Comments: FANTASTIC Post-S2 concept, just amazing. GAH, it makes me hurt, but it’s so lovely. Really, really want some more.

Audio/Visual Quest by Dynared21
Words: 15,298
Author’s Summary: Pidge and Lance have journeyed to a mysterious planet in order to find the technical details to Zarkon’s fortress…as well as a TV that they can hook up their Gamestation to! But who owns the mysterious collection they run across, and will the pair be able to escape with their gains? Or will they end up the newest exhibits of this collector?
My Comments: Really fun, action-packed, episode-like fic. I’m super happy that S2 has seemed to encourage more fics with Pidge and Lance interacting. They’re such a fantastic combo.

Feeling Blue by spitfire00
Words: 2,962
Author’s Summary: Lance is feeling worthless. Pidge reminds him just how important he is.
My Comments: Have I mentioned lately how much I love Lance and Pidge? Anyway, I love the way she just shoves her way in there and refuses to leave. Lance needs a stubborn little sister to love him.

The Long Walk Home by nerdiekatie
Words: 5,488
Author’s Summary: What happens when you get your unexpected and unwanted period in space? What happens when your armor doesn’t have pockets for your inhaler? On a stealth mission, Pidge and Hunk are stranded and forced to walk to the Green Lion. They’re racing against time and their own bodies. Will they make it back?
My Comments: This fic is GRUELING, but I love seeing the two geniuses of Team Voltron being badass and strong despite their unique difficulties.

Weekend Guests by TheBeckster
Words: 6,906 (WIP 1/?)
Author’s Summary: Voltron had been too late. They hadn’t been able to stop the Galra this time. As the Paladins pick their way through a leveled city, they come across a group of survivors and find themselves way out of their element. Everyone except Lance, that is.
My Comments: Fantastic start! I love Lance with kids, and he’s particularly competent and wise and adorable here. The kids all feel like kids with their own personalities, which can be tricky. Waiting patiently for more. (Not that patiently.)

Big Stick Diplomacy by windscryer
Words: 3,496
Author’s Summary: Keith is bad at diplomacy, but he is trying. Pidge… not so much.
My Comments: Protective Pidge! Savage on Keith’s behalf! Everyone is extremely protective, too, but Pidge takes the cake. She will take you down if you even THINK about looking at her family funny, and Keith is her boy.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Hold Up Half the Sky by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
This Is New by TheHomestuckWhovian
bombs and bullets by ashinan
Bromances in Space by ptw30
Handbook of Demonology by squirenonny for Pechat
Blue and Bruised by DizzyBunnies
Playing Catch-Up by 5557
Altar of Storms by VelkynKarma  (now complete, and incredibly satisfying)
Prison Bonds by GriffinRose (complete)
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
Burning by CranberryBat
Here Stands a Man by awkwardCerberus
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
Stardust, Silk and Steel by CalicoTomcat
So Here’s what You’re Not Going to Do by BreakTheDawn (now complete)
Stronger Than They Know (The Caretaker) by unfortunatelynormal
A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Chrono Story by Crowoxy (now complete)

since we never actually got to see it on screen…

isak meeting evens family would include:

  • isak being nervous as hell as they stand in front of evens door, and isak starting to ramble on about how his parents probably wont like him and how he will screw up and how they could just go home and-
  • even calming isak down by softly kissing him and telling him how he’s sure they’ll love him and that it’s not the end of the world if they don’t.

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Drunken slurs

From: Smutandfluffohmy

Character parings: Reader x Peter Pan

A/N: Warning mentions of alcohol use and sex.

“Y/N come try this” Adam called out to you from the other side of the fireplace.You strolled over to him to see what he wanted you for, as you got closer to him you noticed that him and a hand full of other Lost Boys had goofy grins.

“What’s wrong with you guys” You said to the whole lot as the same goofy grin spread across your ow face wondering what’s so funny.

“Here take a sip of this” A lost boy passed you a bottle of something, even though the bottle had a label it was far too dark to properly read. 

“What’s this?” You asked holding the bottle towards them trying to shove it back into their own hands.

“Happiness in a bottle” Another lost boy said from next to you “Come on just drink it, look it’s safe to drink” the same lost boy said taking a swing from the bottle.

“Ok fine I’ll take ONE sip from it” You said as the bottle was pushed back into your hands and cheering from the lost boy filled your ears as you brought the bottle to your lips and let the liquid that stung at your throat fill your insides.

                                          ~An hour later~

“Heyyy Y/N have I ever told you how much I like you” Devin said scooting closer to you.

“I like you too you’re like a little brother to me” you said letting out a low laugh as you ran your hand through his hair making him look silly.Devin leaned in closer puckering up his lips,when he was mere centimeters from his lips connecting with yours you were harshly pulled up from your seat.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Peters voice echoed through the camp causing the chatter to stop, now if that comment was addressed towards you or not was unbeknownst to you. 

“We were just having some fun tell him Y/N” Devin said looking up at you the goofy grin hiding just how petrified he was at the moment.

“Ok everyone needs to chill out, someone pass me a bottle of that thing to give to Peter” You said stumbling towards the fireplace, Peter soon had you in his arms again before you could fall on your face.

“What did I tell you guys about letting her drink that shit” Peter said propping you up with both his hands now as he scowled the lost boys.

“Come on Peter she’s a big girl” A lost boy said walking towards you two before crashing on the floor and not getting up, probably to drunk to do so.

“You know what fuck you guys and fuck you” Peter said pointing at Devin who knew had hell coming down on him tomorrow.

As Peter magically took the both of you to your treehouse helping you towards the bed. “Fuck them” Peter muttered under his breath.

“Fuck me, more like” You said trying to pull Peter by his shirt collar towards you. “You,me, bed now” You say pulling him towards you too harshly which caused you to fall on the bed and Peter to fall on top of you causing you to burst out laughing.

“Y/n no you’re drunk out of your wits here lets get to bed and go to sleep” Peter said getting up and trying to put the blankets over you.

                                    ~The morning~

“Ow my head what happened” You said sitting up on the bed as your brain pounded against your skull

“Get the fuck back to sleep, y/n” Peter said dragging you back down to the bed next t him. “We’ll just sleep off the hangover” Peter said against your shoulder.

“Ugh who let me drink” You said covering you and Peter with a blanket tangling your legs together.

“I told them not to let you drink” Peter said bringing you closer burying his face on the crook of your neck as you both drifted off into a deep sleep.

anonymous asked:

Sooo do you think something will happen between Castiel and Kelly? I just saw the promo pictures and just.. the way she looked at him?? I'm probably totally off but do you think something's there? Oh, and do you think Cas will steal the colt from Sam and Dean? I personally hope not but Im kinda thinking he will.. Anyways, I know this is all just spec, just wanted to hear your thoughts :)

Can we as a fandom just agree to not even ask out loud if things are going to be a romance just because male and female characters are smiling at each other in promo stuff? Kelly could well just be smiling because someone’s treating her with common human decency and Cas is one heck of a trade up from Dagon in that respect. 

I mean you might not seriously have meant it like you’re already dead certain it’s happening and you’re in the pits of despair about it already when you asked, but people get panicky and weird about it and Kelly’s already deeply unpopular, as far as I can tell on a scale of “I want her to get stabbed 1000 times before the end of the season” (almost direct paraphrase of something I’ve seen said about her) to “meh” and I know I’m only at “meh” myself just because this storyline is not exactly interesting and told so far 100% through Buckleming episodes, and this will be the first one with other writers actually seriously handling it, outside of the 3 scenes Perez got with Cas in 12x15 that didn’t even have Kelly in…

If nothing else I don’t want to have my inbox turn into the “are Kelly and Cas gonna hook up while she’s 8 and a half months preggers with Lucifer’s baby” debunking centre, which it inevitably does when someone starts saying things, even innocently or half-jokingly or prodding a bad thought that won’t leave them alone. I mean, at this point is anyone genuinely worried about these things? I kind of assume you aren’t because you seem quite chill despite all that (I mean compared to the wailing and gnashing of teeth this sort of panic can get to - you’re not exactly threatening to quit watching over it :P), and I don’t blame you but now I have to have a post on my blog with “will something happen between Cas and Kelly” in it, and if I don’t answer it, then someone else might go “AAAH WHAT IF LIZZY IS WRONG? WHY DIDN’T SHE ANSWER PROPERLY WITH A LONG REASSURING EXPLANATION OF CHARACTER ARCS AND ROMANCE TROPES” or whatever and go haring off to someone else’s inbox, and by Thursday evening little Cas n Kelly fires are starting up all over the place. 

I mean for all I know because I just woke up and rolled out of bed, looked at the pics that Mel had helpfully sent me, stuck them in my queue, looked at my inbox, and you might be bouncing off someone ELSE’S blog with a comment of “Oh no it looks like Cas and Kelly are about to have a thing” in the tags or a random shitpost or ANOTHER worried anon and you didn’t like their tone of voice and thought “Lizzy usually says something sensible I’ll go check with her…” and I’m already 12 steps removed from Patient 0 of the outbreak

I’m completely fed up of mass panics :P I remember just being a big enough blog to get asks when 10x07′s promo dropped with the Hannah and Cas kiss in it and everyone was screaming and setting the room on fire and… Blergh, we know how well that worked out for Hannah. >.> I mean for all we know she came back in a male vessel BECAUSE they thought the panic was a bit OTT (Berens got yelled at and had to make as non-spoilery cryptic “it’s okay” comment as he could on Twitter after getting smacked in the face with the panic) and maybe they didn’t want people to imply she had a chance with Cas and that’s not what they were telling with her, and all the rest was a side effect of not casting a woman to act as the vessel for Hannah’s brief return… 

For now I will assume the last thing on EARTH Kelly wants to do is kindle something with another angel while she’s being killed from the inside by her creepy angel baby and Cas is a sweetie pie who is kind to people but also still harbours the universe’s biggest crush on Dean so probably isn’t going to get over him very easily no matter how grumpy Dean acts towards him in relief that Cas hasn’t turned up dead in a ditch and was just not answering his phone for mysterious reasons.

Also he’s totally going to make off with the Colt because he’s like the last character standing who hasn’t stolen it from the Winchesters, and now I look at it like this, Bela spent half of season 3 wandering around in a trenchcoat stealing the Colt from them so I am going to be quite amused at the narrative symmetry if he does that.

(I don’t know - until we have a real clue of how Heaven is or isn’t controlling/manipulating him, I don’t really want to guess on his motives. Maybe it’s a Grand Gesture from Dean to let him hold it. Maybe he’s run off with it. Maybe it’s maybelline :P I hate not knowing and yet trying to talk about it like I do, so I really can only queue up potential scenarios, and never stick with one I like or will root for but generally have like, 12.) 

Lostcauses Fic: Cardamom - Half way across the world

Way back in June last year, @birbwin asked if I wanted to finish a ficlet she’d started writing about Erwin trying and failing to order coffee at a cafe with a grumpy barista somewhere in the Middle East.  I said sure, I’ll give it a go, and 10 months and 40,000 words later I finally managed to get the damn thing finished. Sheesh. That ficlet turned into Cardamom and I had a real blast writing it because I got to write Levi as an archaeologist and I based some of Levi and Erwin’s experiences on fieldwork I did in Jordan way back in the dim and distant past. I loved the short time I spent in the Middle East and I’ve always wanted to got back.  This was the next best thing. 

So huge thanks to @birbwin for kicking this whole thing off, for being my patient beta and for giving voice to Arab Levi, @seitsensarvi for translating Francophone Levi,  @prosotankutu for her beautiful art, and everyone who read and commented here, on twitter and over on AO3.   

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7| Chapter 8 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15  | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 |

The heat hits Erwin like a wall as he steps off the plane and onto the tarmac. Beyond the lights of the runways he can see the dim outline of palms silhouetted against the darker velvet of the sky. He inhales a deep breath, the air is warm and heavy, and over the familiar taint of aviation fuel there’s something unfamiliar, something foreign. And that’s when it hits home. He’s here. He’s actually here. After all the hoping, all the waiting, he’s actually made it back to the Middle East, back to Jordan. And somewhere, out there, is Levi.

It doesn’t seem quite real.

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Across the Pond [Fin MacMillan imagine] (Chapter 5)

It’s been a long awaited time for this, and I’m so sorry that it couldn’t come out earlier, I promise that I’ll try to get these done more frequently, to help with the continuity.

I hope you enjoy this chapter! <3

Taglist: @dailygubler @imamoose

Previous chapters: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4

Originally posted by har-rison-s

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #22

Happy Valentine’s Day, Gen Lovers! No, I didn’t do this on purpose. I’m just slow on getting the recs out this week. It’s becoming less every week and more every seven to ten days. But I have some good ones this week/somewhat-more-than-a-week!

Rules: You can find past rec lists here. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

(Not) A Competition by beloved_key
Words: 3,176 (WIP 1/?)
Author’s Summary: Normally, Lance is pretty good at letting Shiro know he’s not feeling his best. Better than the other paladins, anyway. But when Keith issues a challenge on the morning Lance wakes up with a bitch of a cold, before Lance can go to Shiro, well… It’s not like Lance can just back down, right? Besides, he’s not even that sick. He’ll be fine. Definitely. Based on a prompt by whumpcity on Tumblr
My Comments: SUCH a well-written sickfic, ahhh, I love it. Everyone is in character, and Lance is a dumb teenage boy, but oh my, I do love him. I have the feeling this is just getting started, and I can’t wait for more.

Usual by temporalgambit
Words: 1,953
Author’s Summary:  A pit stop on an unfamiliar planet brings unintended consequences. Allura runs damage control.
My Comments: All the paladins are sick! And apparently Alteans don’t get colds, so Allura is VERY concerned. Extremely cute and fluffy.

Collision Course by winterysomnium
Words: 5,342
Author’s Summary: Keith gets adopted by the Galra empire rebellion, basically.
My Comments: SUCH A GOOD AU. I am all for any fic where Keith gets adopted, by as many people as possible, please. Based on that “Dads of Marmora” art you’ve probably seen, and if you haven’t, you’re missing out. I love the conclusion.

A Tale of Space Cake by imagymnasia
Words: 2,793
Author’s Summary: Hunk’s got a surprise for the Castle of Lions gang– one the Alteans aren’t too sure about.
My Comments: Hunk is the cutest and the sweetest and the best. It’s so nice to see everyone so happy, too, and the ending was perfect. Hunk and Allura!

Scattered by avidbeader
Words: 27,974 (WIP 11/?)
Author’s Summary: Separated by Haggar’s parting shot, the Alteans and their new Paladins must regroup and find one another across the galaxies. Along the way, they will discover tragedy, treachery, and hope. Season 2 AU, no ships.
My Comments: Really good action fic following the Season 1 finale. I got sucked into all of the paladins’ separate adventures really quickly, and it’s so satisfying to watch them slowly reunite. I’m really worried about Keith, though.

We’re Onto Something by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 3,269
Author’s Summary: Over their years of friendship, Lance and Hunk slept pressed together many times. All that changed were the places. Until things did change.
My Comments: Sweet, fluffy Hance. This is exactly how it would go for them, just a sweet slow slide from casual friendship to something not quite so casual.

Shook the Bones of Me by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 2,295
Author’s Summary: Little things begin to add up, until Shiro is forced to face another change about himself. From a request on Tumblr: Shiro has a metal skeleton.
My Comments: The title is completely appropriate. This is sad and horrific, not in a blood and gore way, but in a fundamental violation kind of way. Poor Shiro. I really liked the ending, though. Powerful stuff.

and every color illuminates by contagionangel
Words: 14,881
Author’s Summary: In a reality without Shiro’s dramatic escape and crash, how might the other pilots find the blue lion? Keith as a twenty-year-old dropout who’s left society to be an amateur archaeologist out of a desert shack. Three of the Garrison’s remaining best and brightest invade his life, in a way that’s great and kind of terrible. He makes the best life choices he can, and they get him to space. (Same AU as “your sacred stars won’t be guiding you”, but can be read on its own.)
My Comments: Pre-Polydins. This fic is insanely beautiful. I love how everyone slowly becomes incredibly important to each other, and I love their separate journeys of learning and understanding. I love that they had time to PREPARE. Still want more in this ‘verse, though. They’re not complete until they have Shiro with them. A fundamental puzzle piece is missing, and it itches.

A Name Is a Powerful Thing by windscryer
Words: 2,221
Author’s Summary: Green wants to know why her Paladin has more than one name and ends up learning how her Paladin came to her from so far away.
My Comments: What a lovely, satisfying fic. I love the green lion’s voice in this, and how she and Pidge/Katie communicate. The curious kitty and the curious paladin–they’re beautiful together.

Aftermath by tristen84
Words: 1,975
Author’s Summary: After his ordeal at the Blade of Marmora base, Keith turns out to be in worse shape than he thought. Hunk and Lance try to help.
My Comments: I believe there was a call for more post-ep 8 Keith whump? Yes, it is here. I especially like that it’s Lance and Hunk who do the supporting in this one.

Lost and Found by LittleWhiteTie
Words: 4,030
Author’s Summary: “Keith?” Shiro’s voice is barely a whisper, hoarse and wavering with disbelief. Conflicting emotions seize Keith’s heart at the sound of Shiro’s voice: utter relief in that they’ve finally found him; sheer horror in that they’ve found him here.
My Comments: Mild Sheith. What Shiro went through in this one is absolutely brutal and horrific, but at least we’re focused on the rescue and hugging afterward. Very good, protective Keith here. Shiro deserves to be protected and comforted, especially after something so harrowing.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:
Road Trip to End Times by VelkynKarma
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
Aid by Haurvatat
Thread the Needle by Emerald_Ashes
bombs and bullets by ashinan
One Week to Say Goodbye by squirenonny
how to win friends, influence people, and form voltron by brosura
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
Silver Lining by HeIsSoBlue
Where No One Goes by earthstar
The Size Of Our Actions by buttered_onions
Remember Me For Centuries by 0bviousLeigh (now complete)

The End of All Things: Chapter 02 (Antisepticeye X Reader

((AN: I DID IT TWO UPDATES IN A DAY!!!! HAHA!!! YAYA! Enjoy and lemme know whatcha think of the Dark one. There’s s’more coming too so do not worry!! ENJOY!!!! And lemme know theories and what you think in the comments. Love yall!!))

Triggers: Nada!

Chapter 01: https://is-i-halloween-yet.tumblr.com/post/160118033733/the-end-of-all-things-chapter-01

Prologue: https://is-i-halloween-yet.tumblr.com/post/159517853384/the-end-of-all-things-a-preview-for-the-upcoming?is_related_post=1

Originally posted by boopymooplier

Her voice echoed throughout the ballroom as she pushed away from her roommate to hover in the back, slight embarrassment. A strange feeling that was a mix of humor and anger filled me, my head wanting to twitch though I restrained, distracting myself by moving myself up the stairs to where she stood, isolated from everyone and enjoying ever second of it. Taking a sip of the disgusting drink for assimilation  before handing it to the person on my left, striding faster towards her figure.

“Why are you alone?” My voice came as a surprise as she jumped, only to look up at my masked face for a moment before she looked back down apologetically. “For someone who wishes to be alone it’s quite modest to come to a ball not wearing a mask.”

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NCT U/127 Reaction to: Being on “We Got Married” With You

Taeil: At first was reserved & quiet, with lots of awkward silences. But as he warmed up to you, his extra-ness shone through & he would say really funny, random things: “I feel like a marshmallow when you touch me.” By the end of the season, he’s confidently linking arms with you (since hand holding doesn’t offer enough skinship for him) & introduces you to nct in a special episode where they visited as “my wife.”

Originally posted by taeiloves

Johnny: Extra from the beginning, trying to look gentlemanly but just looking like a dork. Teases you about skinship being difficult due to the height difference; “I should buy you a step ladder to carry around.” Surprises you with sweet gestures like buying you flowers then ruins the mood by asking “So did you not get me flowers? How rude” but chill, he’s jk … but you better buy him a rose just in case

Originally posted by johnniesuh

Taeyong: Tries to be perfect, already knowing that he’ll get lots of hate for just … ya know, being him. So he tries to be the perfect husband to show he’s not so bad. But instead looks like a lost puppy. The viewers could sense the awkwardness in the relationship at first but really ship you two together by the end, when he’s less trying hard on making the love look real & instead doing kind things bc he wants to, not because it’s in the script.

Originally posted by taesyong

Yuta: A savage: “This is who you find to be my spouse? Was there no one better?” But those jokes only come when you’ve built a bond & he knows you’ll understand he’s joking. And those jokes are mainly to your face, since he says kind things when you’re not around, like how talented or intelligent you are. But denies this if he’s ever confronted. And does sweet gestures like making sure you’ve eaten well but refuses to admit they’re out of kindness: “I’m just making sure you don’t die or something. The ratings will go down if you do.”

Originally posted by omg-hyung

Doyoung: is so used to having camera’s around (mc-ing/nct life/lipstick prince/etc) that he knows how to behave around them, knows that he should focus on making the romance seem realistic, like seeming to be the epitome of a drama prince. But he’s also an awkward bean :/ So spills water on you when trying to pass you a glass or elbows your private area when trying to sit next to you. And immediately turns red & his big eyes look around like ‘Help.’ Also, tries to be sexy. And fails since he just ends up looking cute. Constantly asks if he’s being a good husband & needs reassurance.

Originally posted by taetohan

Ten: At first seemed intimidating but turns out to be a qt in the end. Tries very hard to be funny but can sometimes just seem dorky. Introduces you to boyfriend best friend Johnny and for that entire episode, it was like they were the married couple. But in the moments when they were together, Johnny is actually just giving him advice on how to “woo” you but you’re getting jealous and the audience can’t get enough. No one wants the season to end.

Originally posted by taeyonggi

Jaehyun: Seems like he’ll be collected & suave but surprises everyone by being shy. Also asks cute things like “Do girls eat watermelon? Should I buy her a watermelon?” or “Wait, what kind of hobbies do they do?” as if girls are some foreign species. Is super polite & never crosses any lines by commenting perverted things (not in front of the camera’s anyway but the boys have warned you that it’s a diff story in private) & is very careful to not even raise his voice in excitement in case it frightens you or curse

Originally posted by limitless-jaehyun

Winwin: Language barrier is an issue (unless you’re Chinese of course) but he’s improving. So has so many things he wants to say but just .. can’t :/ But does introduce you to traditional Chinese sayings or food & the culture in general, being very proud of his country. Was too shy at first but when he knows you better, will show off his martial arts background & leaves you like :O Sometimes asks “Do you want ice cream? I can call Taeyong, he’ll buy us ice cream.”

Originally posted by nct-china-line

idk what the age limit is on this show (still haven’t watched it sorry) but assuming they let fetuses like mark & donghyuk on then …  

Mark: Is so shy and stuttery but is trying so hard to portray the image sm wants him to. So he’ll hold your hand but gets nervous and jumbles up his words or says the wrong thing and it’s so asdfghjk cute and it comes across as sweet and boyish so the audience hardcore ships it. Privately though, he’s more chill and like the typical, non drama teenager.

Originally posted by 10795

Haechan: Acts super confident in front of the camera’s but is secretly very nervous. You only catch on to this when you have to hold his sweaty hand in episode two. And so you talk to him privately, away from the camera’s, and you both come to understand one another, that it’s just a job, that you need to focus on getting shit done and portraying a certain image. And now he’s less nervous, more comfortable on camera and it shows as the show goes on. 'Is he falling in love?’ this leads the audience to wonder.

Originally posted by nctinfo

Revenge is Sweet (Jerome x Reader)

Originally posted by caspersbastardchild

Prompt: where the reader has small boobs (I know it’s a little strange but I have a flat chest and it makes me a little upset when the reader in smuts has big boobs) anyway, the reader is constantly bullied by some girl because of her chest size. Jerome finds out and brings the girl to the reader to kill. Reader kills her and Jerome makes the reader feel good about her body with adult situations.

Tagging: @rebel-starkid

Warning: Smut, blood kink, knife kink, non graphic torture, death.

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Chapter 3





“Stop calling me that,” I groan.

Eric’s response was a cold stare. “Why do I need access to your apartment?” I ask.

He stares at me a bit longer before inhaling and sitting back onto the bed. “Jeanine has no idea how to spot a divergent. She’s just threatened by them; Our only job is to look over Erudite research until she feels we’re confident we could spot something that could further more research on the future of Divergents.” I shook my head, understanding the piece of information he shared with me.

“Does Erudite have any real evidence of Divergents, or their last whereabouts?”

“The last time there was any hard evidence was a little over twenty years ago. It’s the last Divergent rebellion to date,”

Silence quickly consumed the room. “I’m not staying here in the apartment with you, am I?” He looks at me, and scoffs. “You sleep in the living quarters till initiation is over. That is if,” He paused and cocked his head to me sideways. “You make it,”

My brows furrow in response, and he pushes himself off his bed. “Follow me,”. He trails trails down the stairs, and throws the dauntless badge at me. “It can also give you access to my door. If the access is blocked, I’m busy. Got it?” He raised a brow at me, and I nod my head. He fished in one of his pockets and held up a slim, reflective, black gadget with two fingers. “Alike the tablet, you keep it on you at all times. Preferably the phone only. You can access all files via mobile. Every file is coded, and can only be accessed by you,”

“Are mobile’s, and phone’s the same thing?” I reach up, and take it from him. He searched my face, and stared back at the gadget in my palm. “Did you not have technology growing up?” He questioned.

“Basic computers. Nothing more,” He nodded at my statement. “Keys,” He tossed over a pair. “Use them if you need me, and the door is locked,”

.           .             .

Dauntless compound seemed like a live-in hazard. Nestled somewhere underground; Tunnels scattered in different directions that all lead somewhere new. Besides most of the industrial building compounds, everything else Dauntless seemed to be underground. The walk to the living quarters was short, but confusing. I found myself admitting that I would probably get lost more than once before finally knowing my way around. We pass through a tunnel, and the sound of a crowd echo through the hallways. Eric stops at the edge, and glances back at me as I take in the mass of people all fighting, shouting, or doing something with a group of others.  “The Pit,” He continues down into the pit, and turns down another tunnel that leads into a large room. There are beds all around the room, an open bathroom space in the far back with showers, and all things grooming related.

“Lauren will be here soon,” With that he left, and the anxiousness I felt seemed to wither away. My eyes searched the beds, and the one right next to the staircase that led outside the living quarters had my blue erudite bag on it. Flashbacks of the female dauntless member remind me that you were allowed grooming, and other accessories if your old faction family sent them. As I prepared to sit at the edge of the bed, sounds of the female dauntless member emerge from the top of the staircase. “This is where you’ll be staying for the next ten weeks,” She glances over at me, but doesn’t keep her eyes on me for too long. “Boys or Girls?” A candor transfer asks. I notice, alike all the rest, they still have their old factions clothes.

“Both,” She responded. A few gasps could be heard as I followed behind them. “If you like this, you are going to love the bathrooms,” She smirked, and realization hit me that I would have shower, and groom early or in front of everyone.

“Get changed,” She barked, before pushing past a few initiates, and walking up and out the door.

I watched as everyone laid their new clothes on their beds, and changed. “Where did you go?” I looked up to bed over to my right. Caleb pulled his dark orange shirt over his head by the back of his nape. I wondered, for a moment if lying would be easier. But I knew eventually someone would put two and two together. “Max wanted to see me,” Caleb nodded.

“Being a part of a new faction is going to be rough, but I think it’s worth it. We’ll be able to train and fight like true fighters,” His light blue eyes lit up at the thought of being a fighter.

“How do you two know each other?” The dark blonde in front of my bed spoke. Her green eyes seemed curious, watching both of us intently.

Caleb glanced over at me, but then back at the girl. She raises a brow, and continues to lace up her shoes on the edge of her bed. “I used to play in fields of Amity as a child,”

“That’s cool. I’m not really friends with any one of the Candor transfers, but it’s nice to see some familiar faces though. My names Emily, but you can call me Em,” She smiled, and it was bright and welcoming.

“Ophelia, but now that I’m in dauntless it’s Lia,” I smile back at her.

“Caleb,” He nods his head at her.

“Zephryine,” The girl besides Caleb spoke. “If we’re all introducing ourselves, I’d like to be included,” She grinned, her hazel eyes brightening up her smooth earthy tones. “I’d like to add that I think everyone’s going to the cafeteria after this,” She cocked her head to the side motioning for us to all join.

Entering the cafeteria, there were long tables all filled with older dauntless members. All the new initiates seemed to take up every seat but the few empty in the middle. A young woman with long chestnut hair sat beside the dauntless member who got my name wrong when I jumped. I sat down beside her, and everyone else followed.

“So, what was your old faction?” Zephryine asked while picking up a burger from one of the trays in the middle. I glanced up at her as I pressed my burger down. “I’ve only been with Erudite for a little over a month. I don’t have a true faction,” I replied, taking a big bite of the burger.

She laughed assuming I was joking, but her face became expressionless when I didn’t laugh back. “What do you mean? Do you not have a faction?” Nosy.


I chewed my burger slowly, keeping my eyes on her. “We’ve gotten a bit too personal with the questions now,” Her eye’s seemed weary, but she changed the subject. My attention wanders beside me, and I look over at the woman, and the dauntless member.

“What’s your name again, initiate?” His jaw tensed as the woman looked over at him, but he continued to stare at me.

“Ophelia, but everyone calls me Lia now,” His brows furrow, and he places his food back on his tray.

“Vidal?” He questions.

I nod in response, and he stares at his food once more. “My name’s Tris. Four,” She motioned to the man sitting beside her, and smiled. “Erudite, right?” I shake my head, and stare back at my plate again.

“Tove thought his sister had died outside the wall, but it seems you’re alive and well,” I choked a bit on the piece of burger I was chewing. Recovering, I straighten myself out, and look back at him.

“Tove has never met me. You must be mistaking me for my eldest sister, Tempest,” Four’s eyes dart straight to mine again. I take another big bite of my burger, and raise my brows. “I didn’t want to start off having everyone think that I’m some sort of alien, but you’ve seem to accomplish that for me already,” Four inhales deeply, and turn his attention back to the food.

I glance back at my fellow transfers, and they all are staring at me with wide eyes. “Well, I guess there’s no hiding that anymore,” They’re still silent, so I stab my fork into one of the cut potatoes in a tray, and stuff it in my mouth.

“Well, let’s not make this anymore awkward. Why did you leave Candor?” Caleb directs his attention to Emily who seems to still be recovering from the conversation Four and I had.

“U..Um, right. Uh. It just wasn’t me, it didn’t feel right. Plus my aptitude seemed to confirm my suspicions. I kind of knew all along I was never a true Candor,” She shook her head trying to convince everyone of how she felt, and everyone seemed to agree.

“That’s how I felt about Abnegation. I really wanted to experience things, and be who I felt I really was,” Zephryine grinned, and poked at her food again. “It’s still a big change from my old faction life,” Caleb laughed at her comment.

“I guess we can agree we all left, and joined for a reason,” Caleb smiled. Everyone nodded their heads in unison.

“Or we were just fucking tired of our old faction,” I retort, and laugh.

“You could say that again,” A male voice besides Zephryine spoke. His skin was nothing compared to Zephryine’s but also kept the same deep color but lighter. Closer to a deep caramel, than earthy tones, but equally as beautiful. His eyes were darker, and his smile seemed really genuine. “Artiste,” He smiled widely.

A transfer beside him went to speak but everyone around us started to slam their drinks on the metal table. They cheered, and turned their attention towards the upper railing. Max walks to the edge, and Eric follows behind him. His raises his hand to silence the Dauntless, and everyone seems to comply.

“Initiates, stand,” He gripped the edge of the rail viewing us all, as each of us stood up together. “You have chosen to join the warrior faction, tasked to defend this city, and all its inhabitants. We believe in ordinary acts of bravery, and the courage that drives one person to stand up for another. Respect that, do us proud,” With that he turned, and left. Other dauntless began to cheer loudly, clapping along with everyone else. A few turned to circle around initiates, and before I knew it we were all being tossed up, and crowd surfed. I laughed along with my new transfer friends, as they bounced us up and down with glee. My cheeks hurt from smiling too hard, but I enjoyed the welcoming act. It almost made me feel like I was home.

.           .           .           .           .

I awoke to a loud metal bangs. It took me a few minutes, and a whole lot of banging to finally wake up. My eyes still stiff, and half shut groaning at the source of the sound. Four was at the top of the stairs, waiting for all the initiates to awake. “Training is in forty –five minutes. Cafeteria opens in fifteen. Eat, or suffer the consequences during training. I expect to see everyone in the pit before then, ” He barked. Turning on his heel to leave, I could still hear initiates groaning at the fact that we were woken up so abruptly. My hands glide over my small bunk, and I search for the slim phone. I press the home button, and realize it’s only 4:15am. I inhale deeply, and grab my toiletry bag and head to the back bathroom. I strip myself of clothing quickly as the rest of the initiates still stretch in bed, and I take a brisk shower. Making sure to clean as thoroughly as possible in case I wouldn’t have the opportunity to do so later.

I sigh at my complexion and apply my normal makeup routine, but lighter. I gently brush a light kohl liner over the rim of upper lid, and apply a generous amount of mascara. Knowing full well that false lashes would be useless during training. I’m content with my appearance, and turn back towards my bunk to change into my training gear. A marbled stretchy crew neck, and another pair of stretchy pants. I changed into them, and zipped up the large jacket I took with me the day prior to keep me warm.

“Ready?” I look over at Em, and Zephryine. Both were still busy applying light concealer under their eyes.

“I don’t know how you got ready so quickly, it took me ten minutes to realize what was going on,” Em laughed, brushing a powder over her face. “Too little time for me to look presentable. Just enough to make sure I don’t look dead,” Em exclaimed.

We followed the other initiates to the middle of the pit where Four stood, and Eric sat on a nearby stone, simply glaring at the new initiates. As we approached closer, Four did too.

“Two stages of training; The first is physical. Pushes your bodies to the breaking point, and to master the methods of combat. The second is mental; Again, breaking point. Face your worst fears, and conquer them. Unless they get you first, you train separately than the dauntless born, but you’ll be ranked together. After initiation these rankings will determine what job you move into; Leadership, guarding the fence and, keeping the factions from killing each other.” Four paced back and forth making sure to keep eye contact.

“The rankings will also determine who gets cut,” Eric speaks, and his eyes land on me. I keep my cold stare, and continue to listen.

“Cut?” Em asks.

“For each stage of training the lowest ranking initiates will be leaving us,” Eric stands walking towards the huddle of initiates.

“To do what?” A random initiate speaks up,

“There’s no going home to your families, so you live factionless,” He smirked.

“Why didn’t we know that?” Artiste asks.

“It’s a new rule,” Eric’s smirk deepens. This sadistic prick, likes the new rules.


“A new rule, somebody should’ve told us that.” Em exclaims.

“Why? Would you have chosen differently? What, out of fear? I mean, if that’s the case you might as well get out now. If you’re really one of us, it won’t matter to you if you might fail. You chose us, and now we,” He paused. “Get to choose you,” His glances at me coldly, through the side of his eyes.

These ten weeks will be brutal.

.           .           .           .           .

The first week of training was running, and agility. We did simple weight training, and light kickboxing, but it was mainly focused on our running abilities, and how far we could push ourselves. Every time I ran, my lungs burned, my legs cramped, and I was sure eventually it would stimulate some asthma attack in the near future. I rarely saw any of the dauntless leaders, as they were either just barking orders or had another dauntless member fill in for them. I didn’t bother to question when I would be seeing Eric, as I genuinely didn’t want to see him.  I knew the work would begin soon, but avoiding it seemed like the best option.

We were nearing the second to last week of physical training, and they started incorporating shooting, knife throwing, and one on one combat fighting. None of which I was excited about. I shifted my stance, and kept one foot behind the other. I swung at the large punching bag, and practiced my ducks, and jabs. Jab, Jab, Hook, Duck, Jab, Bob, Uppercut, Jab, Backhand, Jab. “Don’t lean in when you attack. You blocked your head nicely, but when you lean in you are more susceptible to having the opponent hit you unexpectedly,” Four walked by, watching me correct my form before walking away.

“First Jumper! In the ring,” I hear Eric’s voice boom from the end of the training room. “Last Jumper, time to fight!”

I turn my head to Eric, and he has a cold emotionless stare. I walk slowly towards the center, and wait for the last jumper to approach the ring. A tall, and lean boy approaches close to the center with me. He scoffed when making eye contact.

He glances at me once more, before turning to Eric. “How long do we fight for?” He asks.

“Till one of you can’t continue,” Eric replies.

“Or one of you concedes,” Four interrupts.

“According to the old rules. New rules, no one concedes,” Eric huffs out. I turn to my right as Four looks over at Eric. I’m still close enough to pick up on what they’re saying.

“You really wanna lose them on their first fight?” Four snarls.

“Brave man never surrenders,” Eric retorts.

“Lucky for you, those weren’t the rules when we fought,” Four’s jaw tenses as he looks over at me.

“You’ll be scored on this so fight hard,” Eric says, before distancing himself from Four, and walking towards the opposite side of the ring.

Big ol’ Eric, isn’t so great as he thinks he is. I think to myself.

I step onto the center of the ring, and my opponent is already in fighting position. I watch as he paces back, and forth. Adjusting his stance to show some sort of power, but I could see through his tactic. He wasn’t going to be fast enough, but his blows would be powerful. I would have to be extra careful.

“Go,” Eric motions his hand forward, and the dusty brown haired boy swings. I catch it in time, and dodge it. I ball my hands up and keep them in front of my face, making sure to protect my face as I circled him.

“Come on, don’t fight like the bitch you are,” His words angered me more, and I quickly ram into his lower chest tackling him onto the floor. I push his protesting hands to his sides with all my force, and slide my knees over them. Blocking him from trying to grab at me. I swing a hard punch at his mouth, and he spits at me. “You’re weak,” He laughs. I move my right knee back, and release one arm letting him try and swoop up.

I wrap my right arm around his neck, and hold it with the other enforcing the chokehold. “I’m weak, right?” I sneer into his right ear. I feel a sharp pain on the side of my head, but I think nothing of it, and concentrate on the chokehold. Flashes of my father teaching me the correct tactics to knock someone out correctly, replayed over in my mind, and I pulled his neck up more gripping harder onto the lower part of his neck. I squeeze harder, letting the blood rush to his face, cutting off circulation just enough to knock him out. “You bitch,” He mutters, and I squeeze harder feeling his body become limp on mine. I push myself away from him, and punch him in the face one last time before I feel a tight grip on my waist.

I look up, and see everyone wide eyed looking at me. As I’m picked up, and turned away from the center ring, I see Four in front of me with brows furrowed. He’s talking to me, but I can’t hear him. I keep staring at his mouth trying to understand what he’s saying to me, but none of it make sense. I look at everyone else, and realize that some of their wide eyed expressions weren’t only at him, but at me too. I feel warm sweat running down my neck, and swipe it away, wiping it on my shirt only to notice its coated in blood.

I look down at my shirt, and realize I’m covered in blood. I look back at the unconscious opponent on the mat, and he doesn’t seem to be bleeding but there is blood all over the mat.

“What’s going on?” I speak but there’s some ringing in my ears, and I still cannot make out what anyone is saying. I feel myself being placed on the ground, and I’m met with icy blue-green eyes. There’s not much emotion but he’s grabbing some cloth, and holding it to the side of my head. His lips are moving, and my brows furrow. Why can’t I fucking understand what they’re saying. “I can’t hear you, I don’t know what’s going on,” My eyes start to well up in fear, and I let tears fall down the side of my face. I keep staring at Eric for some sort of reassurance, but I’m met with none. He turns his head, and seems to bark out orders at someone. I see the veins in his neck bulge out, and realize that somethings wrong. “Am I dying?” I whisper out to myself, but Eric’s head whips to my face. Some of the ringing starts to subside, and his massive hand is still gripping onto the side of my head with the cloth.

I read his lips as they mouth no, and hear faint words. “Stay with me, you need to stay with me. Do not close your eyes,” I can hear Eric’s faint voice, and they don’t seem emotional. I can’t tell if situation is serious, and I avert my eyes to my left watching as Four runs over to me with a bunch of other Dauntless. There are two burly men running over, each have a long foldable stretcher. One stops at the center ring to tend to the boy, and one is running over to me. I feel my body being lifted up onto the stretcher, and a few pairs of eyes looking over me.

“We’re going to put you to sleep, you’re going to be okay,” I nod slowly, feeling the darkness overwhelm my senses.






HI ! I know this isn’t cutting straight into romance, and sexy Eric. I kinda wanted to play this all out as a normal book would, and not just kinda cut straight through to sex, and angst. I tried to put most of the same dialogue from the movie so it seemed more realistic, and  you could kinda picture it clearer.


Again, if you have any feedback feel free to let me know/leave your questions or concerns below or in my ask box !

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Behind The Story | S2 - Pt. 1

Summary: They say things never go as planned and oh were they right. When you are giving a second chance in life, you’re only just begun to live. A baby girl came to the world but it doesn’t mean their road is over yet. The story about their relationship and family while shooting Supernatural and attending Conventions continues…

Author: deanwinchester-af

Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared and Cast Cameos.

Pairings: Single!Jensen x Actress!Reader

Words: 2.2k+

Warnings: Fluff.

Beta: @waywardlullabies (thank youuuu!)


Tittle: Baby, it’s Cold Outside.

Songs: Wild Mountain Thyme & Baby, it’s Cold Outside.

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS Y’ALL!!!! This is my gift for y’all, BTS IS BACK!!!! I’ve missed this series soooo much. I’m so excited for y’all to read the first chapter of season two. Please leave feedback ? Happy Holidays! Xoxox.



Originally posted by christmas-winter

The accident shifted your perspective of life. You’ve always been grateful, but having a near death experience made you think more about how you were living. The thought of not being able to witness your daughter grow or seeing Jensen’s smile every day haunted you sometimes. The accident was a wake up call for you; it was the universe saying ‘life is short, are you living it correctly?’.  Some nights the thought of not being able to experience the little things in life infected your thoughts and drained you. It was the little moments that gave sense to your life. You wouldn’t trade the sound of your daughter’s small giggle or Jensen’s soft voice when he says ‘I love you’ for anything in the world.

Your recovery was truly a miracle from the doctor’s perspective.  Waking up from the sleeping spell after being unconscious for three days was shocking for some who didn’t give you more than a day, given the dire situation. Trauma was a reality not only for your skin and limbs but your organs as well, several bruised as your body tried healing itself. You kept fighting though, raising from the list of soon dead and waking up to one of the most beautiful visuals. Jensen singing a lullaby to JJ while he fed her being the first visual your eyes took in after being in the dark. You wanted to cherish that moment forever. After all these months, your daughter was finally here and all you wanted is to have her in your arms.

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anonymous asked:

1 for the sickfic writers thing? - Cupcake

1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing

Ugh, I don’t even know where to start.

She’s 93 pounds of annoying and 59 inches of failure. When she talks, everyone in the vicinity cringes at the shrill, stuttering, rambling voice they hear making unnecessary comments. She knows what she says doesn’t matter, and she wants to shut her mouth, but yet she just can’t seem to shut up. She hardly thinks before doing anything, and makes stupid mistakes constantly. She’s an idiot, in all honesty. She doesn’t know how to relate to people when they tell her how they feel, so of course, she’ll just talk about herself and her own experiences, because she’s so self-centered. The jokes she makes aren’t funny, and they happen often. They just turn into really obnoxious comments that everyone ignores and pretends didn’t happen. She knows she’s different from everyone else, and it makes her sad. Sometimes she complains, but all that does is makes other people feel bad and cause problems. That’s all Crybaby ever does. If people didn’t know her, they would not have been unhappy then, is what she thinks.

That’s all I can do. It’s actually super triggering idk

I was RIGHT about storm! I FUCKN hate him!
CRUZ is love! She makes me feel like I can do anything!
Lightning is a #1 dad! (SALLY AAAAAHH)
Smokey! I love you!
DoC HuDsOn!
Sterling can fuck off!
MISS FRITTER is such a nerd/dork!
I wanted to hear dr.damage say at least one sentence :((((
The legends! Doesn’t give a fUCk! I love that!
Cal…Is literally me.
Chick hicks voice wasn’t disturbing at all. Idk why I’m hearing negative comments about that? :/
Ramone deserves credit
“Have fun in college!”
I thought the dance show was a one day thing…
When I walked up the stairs I fell Hhhh! I dropped my popcorn too! :,^)
I bought the biggest bucket!
The store didn’t have enough cars merch :(((
My friend hates Jackson storm too!
Father and daughter feels!
When Cruz told Mack to pull over I thought she was going to square up on lightning. But she didn’t. She did something even better!
Lightning vents too. (With his best/trusty friend mater)
Not enough Fillmore and sarge but it ok.
Lightning mqueen? Dancing? No.
Gale??? :(((
I cried really hard when the sad music was playing and the rest.

That’s all I have for now.

No Comparison

Natasha ropes you into your first intel-retrieval and destruction mission. Things don’t go as planned, but you kick ass anyway.

Warnings: none except some seriously pretentious flirting by your target and Bucky’s threats to knock him out?

Word count: 2,978

‘Okay,’ you quipped, pulling the memory stick out of the computer, ‘the virus that’ll shut down their systems is on here, Natasha will just have to plug it in and let it run its course.’

‘Nice work, kid,’ Tony said, seeming genuinely impressed. ‘How long this take you to develop?’

You shrugged. ‘A few hours? It would’ve taken shorter but I had to make sure I didn’t destroy your systems.’

‘I appreciate that.’

‘Is it done?’ Natasha asked, letting the door of the lab close smoothly behind her. 

‘All set,’ you smirked, seeing her dressed to the nines, completely relishing in the fact that you got to stay in the compound in your sweats while Natasha staggered around in pencil heels with grimy strangers, including your target. 

The team wasn’t planning on any fights, so this was simply a get in and get out to shut down an up and coming weapon dealer’s empire by disabling all communications and destroying all data (not before saving a copy for yourselves - all information was useful in some way). Natasha, the stealthy dark horse she was, was to go, distract the target long enough to get his room key and infect his laptop with the virus you had created. While wearing high heels.

‘You should come,’ Natasha said, almost making you drop the memory stick.

‘What?’ you said stupidly. 

Natasha shrugged. ‘We still have time for you to get dressed. It’ll be fun.’

‘Fun?’ You blinked. ‘You want me to come on a mission that’s literally just putting a memory stick into a slot? What if I mess it up?’

You were a lab tech and although you knew how to handle a gun for when necessary, you weren’t much use in missions.

‘You said it yourself, it’s a simple infiltration - barely that. Besides, you need to get out of here, it’s stuffy.’

You snorted and stifled your smirk. ‘What would I even do?’

‘I’ll get the key card and pass it to you. This thing is your baby, you should have the honour of crumbling your first black market.’

It did sound appealing. Sure, your talents and appeals resided in creation, but … toppling a criminal empire in stealth mode? 

‘Cap and Barnes’ll be watching our backs the entire time in case something goes wrong,’ Nat added with a knowing smirk.

The woman read people all her life, of course she knew about your crush on Bucky. Yet you acted as if it didn’t phase you because there was no way in hell you were going to admit it out loud. 

‘You had me at crumbling my first black market.’

Your wardrobe being completely devoid of anything suitable for a black tie event, you were now dressed in a short black dress from Nat’s wardrobe, with full lace sleeves, black tights (because you didn’t care if showing your legs would help up appearances, it was cold) and black heels. You quickly swiped on some dark eye shadow, eye pencil, and some lipstick and within fifteen minutes, you and Nat were in the back seat of a rental car (Tony’s were too flashy and easily recognisable) with Steve in the driver’s seat and Bucky in the passenger’s. One driver, one sniper. 

It was so annoying because they both looked so comfortable in their clothes; Bucky was literally carrying an assault rifle (loaded with heavy tranquilisers because the mission didn’t require any kills) with a bullet proof vest over his sweater. Steve’s shield was by his feet and he himself was dressed in sweats. You were pretty sure Bucky hadn’t bothered to put on shoes. It wasn’t that either of them weren’t taking your safety seriously, it was that they were equipped enough and there weren’t any threats in their area. Aside from a single security guard, you wouldn’t have any trouble.

‘Try not to break anything,’ Steve called as you and Natasha left the car looking so effortlessly unambiguous. 

‘Bring us back some hors d’oeurves,’ Bucky added. 

The image of Bucky dressed in his sweater with an assault rifle, a bullet proof vest, and a tray of canapes made you grin wickedly. 

Natasha smirked at you. ‘What are you smiling about?’ But you were pretty sure that she had hazarded a guess.

You both found your way into a large events’ hall of the hotel on the second floor, floor-to-ceiling windows with stone balconies overlooking a three-acre garden bursting with exotic flowers. The lights were dim, a slight dark red tinge mixed with a golden glow from the central chandelier. Tall tables were dotted around, waiters swerved with practiced elegance within the crowd carrying trays over their shoulders. A jazz quartet was playing soft background music.

‘Do we even know what this is for? Who are these people?’ you murmured, as you passed a woman in a floor length golden-coloured gown, making your way to the bar.

Cap?’ Natasha said into her comm.

Stark knew but I may have forgotten,’ you heard in your ear. 

‘America’s golden boy forgot to do his homework,’ you teased, hearing Bucky laugh at Steve’s expense. 

I at least know that there isn’t anyone with some sort of title; everyone here just has enough money to come to these things for fun.’

Natasha chuckled at your comment. ‘Target acquired,’ she said suddenly, no change in her eased tone of voice. She swiped a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. ‘I’m going in.’

You ordered a virgin cocktail, figuring you should keep a clear head and waited for Natasha’s all-clear. 

You calmly looked up, observing the scene behind you through the bar’s mirror and knitted your eyebrows. The target, Tobias Kane, had completely blanked Natasha’s attempts at conversation - and he was walking right towards the bar. Right towards you.

‘Shit,’ you hissed. ‘Guys, I think he’s on to us.’

What makes you say that? Buck, get ready.’

I got eyes on him.’

‘He’s spotted me,’ you said, pretending to take a sip of your drink. The memory stick, hidden in a concealed pocket in the lining of your dress, suddenly increased in weight by about three tonnes. The target was getting closer. 

There was no response for a moment. And then -

Okay, so get the key card,’ Natasha said.


‘I pity the man whom you abandoned to sit alone.’

Oh shit, was your first thought. This was not how you planned your evening to go.

You made eye contact with your target in the mirror. ‘I pitied myself for wasting my company with him,’ you replied.

Okay … where did that come from? 

‘Unfortunate,’ Kane tutted. ‘You deserve a better impression.’

You turned in your seat to face him. ‘Just an impression?’

You risked to look him up and down; no wallet poking out from his pockets, no lone card anywhere. How were you supposed to search this guy, strip him?

You nearly shuddered at the thought.

‘To begin with,’ Kane leaned against the bar counter, holding your gaze. He was young for a weapons dealer, maybe thirty, and his eyes were dark and strangely hypnotic. 

‘And what about after?’

‘After?’ Kane’s mouth upped into an even-more-so hypnotic smirk. ‘If you would grant me the pleasure of further attention?’

You then realised that no one had been speaking through your comm. Worried that something had happened, that this really was the target discovering your your plot, you focused on your peripheral vision and saw that Natasha was still mingling, successfully looking like she was supposed to be here. You realised they were only staying quiet to benefit your concentration. You couldn’t mess this up

‘If,’ you agreed. ‘Then what?’

Kane leaned closer to you and you noticed, with annoyance, that he smelled really good. Of course a notorious thirty-year old weapons emperor would smell good.

‘Then I would tell you that even the stars in the sky cannot rival your eyes,’ his voice was barely a whisper. 

This was really not how you expected your evening to go.

‘Any man could tell me,’ you said smoothly. 

Yeah, if they had terrible taste in women, you thought.

‘Then I would show you how you deserve to be worshiped in any and every way you wish.’

‘How forward of you.’ The words just came out and you’d thought you had screwed everything up but to your surprise, Kane simply chuckled. 

‘I’ll take you at whatever pace you wish, my love.’

Okay, who does this jackass think he is?’ You you practically hear Bucky’s scowl through your ear piece.

‘Perhaps you would care to share a drink with me?’ Kane reached around you and plucked a bottle of wine sitting in an ice bucket from behind the bar counter.

You quirked an eyebrow. ‘Something tells me you could pay instead.’

Kane’s smile was seductively playful. ‘Some women are impressed by talents, not money.’

‘You seem to know an awful lot about what some women want.’

‘Some women like that too.’

‘And myself?’ you asked. ‘Unless you’re insinuating that I’m comparable to other women?’

Kane shook his head, cupping your jaw with one hand and bringing your faces closer together; your fundamental disgust with the man kept you from losing your confidence or blushing.

‘My love, the very gods that put this earth together can’t compare.’

Bucky was near relentless. ‘You want me to knock him out? I’ll knock him out, just say the word.’

As he leaned in to kiss you, you raised your hand and rested your fingertips on his lips. 

‘Unlike some women,’ you began silkily, ‘I think I am deserving of your attention behind closed doors.’

‘Of course you are.’ Kane took your hand with surprising gentleness and helped you to your feet. ‘I think the view from the top floor will be satisfactory.’

‘I’m not satisfied by views, I’m satisfied by actions.’

Okay kiddo, calm down, you told yourself.

I’ll take out the guard,’ Natasha muttered.

Kane’s arm went around your lower back; its placement wasn’t too sleazy but any contact with the guy was way out of your comfort zone. Still, you kept your wits and allowed him to lead you to the elevator and his hotel suite.

Steve and I are on the roof of the building next door,’ Bucky murmured. ‘Waiting for your mark.’

As Kane stepped in front of you to open the door, you slipped a fake nickel out from your black clutch; inserted in its side was a pin soaked in a powerful sedative. Tony had gotten the idea after watching Bridge of Spies (although you tried to tell him that those things were actually real because, surprise, the film was based on the very much real Cold War). You kept it in the palm of your hand, enclosing your fist around it loosely. 

I have eyes,’ Bucky said as soon as you stepped inside. Straight across from the door were french doors overlooking the city but you couldn’t see Bucky or Steve anywhere; you didn’t let it bother you - as long as they could see you, you would be fine.

You walked to the doors and surveyed the area, thinking about your next move. In the reflection, you observed the room behind you, scanning the expanse and then focusing on a briefcase tucked away under the bedside table. You then noticed Kane approaching with two half-filled wine glasses and accepted the one he offered you.

You wanted to bury yourself under the carpet and hide for ten years due to the intensity of his gaze, but you matched his eyes as you clinked your glasses together.

‘Do you often get views like this?’ you asked, turning to watch the city. 

‘Would you believe me if I said I didn’t?’ His voice was soft, close to a whisper, but charged with something else. ‘You know,’ he carried on; without breaking eye contact, he placed his glass on the table next to him and rested both hands on your waist, ‘I’ve been to many places, seen so many beautiful things but -’ he raised one hand, thumb gently toying with your bottom lip – none of them quite compare to you.’

My finger is literally on the trigger,’ Bucky growled. 

You were practically breathing the same air; he slid his thumb away from your lip and cupped your jaw, drawing you closer.

It was now or never. You wound your arms around his neck and as he leaned in to kiss you, you plunged the tranquiliser straight into his neck. Immediately, Kane slumped forward, all his weight leaning on you as his knees buckled, like a rag doll. You heaved him off you and dragged him onto the bed to make it look less suspicious. The sedative was designed for the Hulk and even though it wasn’t quite strong enough for him, it was definitely more than enough to knock out the average human being for approximately five hours. You swiped out a pair of black gloves from your clutch and slipped them on.

‘Nat, what’s your status?’ 

Guard’s unconscious and locked in a closet,’ she replied. 

‘Kane’s out, I’m getting the files now,’ you said as you overrided the security on his laptop and slotted the first memory stick. ‘You guys get out of here, get the car around the back, I’ll be another few minutes.’

Without a hitch, you had your intel and had ridden Kane’s laptop with your Swiss army knife of a virus. You slid his laptop back in place and picked up your wine glass, poured its contents into Kane’s and rinsed it out in the sink. You dried it and placed it back on the rack in the kitchenette. You left inconspicuously, scampering down the corridor to the emergency exit and clambering down the fire escape, heels in hand. 

‘Nice job,’ Nat acknowledged as you climbed in the backseat, Steve driving off before you even sat down.

‘Thanks,’ you breathed, stripping off the black gloves. ‘God, it’s freezing.’

‘Fancy people don’t wear coats,’ replied Natasha, making you chuckle. 

‘Here,’ Bucky prompted, tossing his hoodie gently to you having taken off the bullet-proof vest. 

‘Why thank you,’ you smirked with an overly fancy voice, and then made a face. ‘Okay, are all weapon heir to the thrones that sleazy?’ you asked rhetorically, making the others laugh. ‘Seriously, I’m bleaching my skin and burning this dress the second we get home.’

‘Hey, it’s worth it,’ Nat said. ‘You think quick on your feet, that was impressive.’

Bucky nodded, looking at you through the rear view mirror. ‘You did good,’ he said. 

‘I didn’t get you your hors d’ouerves,’ you teased. 

Bucky chuckled. ‘We’ll get real food.’

When you reached the compound, it was nearing two o’clock in the morning and everyone was asleep, or at least, in their own rooms; you had your heels on again and had stuffed your hands in the pockets of Bucky’s hoodie, relishing in its warmth. Steve and Natasha  stayed behind in the kitchen, reheating leftovers, while you walked back to your room to change. 

‘Hey!’ Bucky called to you.

You looked over your shoulder watching him sprint towards you. ‘Hey.’

‘How does it feel single-handedly destroying a black market empire?’ he grinned.

‘Well I’m not sure since I wasn’t alone,’ you shot back. 

‘Oh, sure,’ Bucky agreed. ‘I mean, if Steve hadn’t helped you make that virus and if Nat hadn’t held your hand while you riddled the laptop -’

‘Okay, okay,’ you chuckled, cheeks turning red from the attention. ‘It felt kind of awesome,’ you admitted shyly.

‘Still feel gross?’ Bucky asked playfully but there was a solidity in his eyes that showed he acknowledged your very real discomfort..

You shrugged. ‘Yeah, I thought I was gonna explode, I was cringing so much,’ you said. ‘You helped, though,’ you added, nudging him with your elbow.

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Yeah,’ you nodded. ‘If you weren’t making those comments every now and then I think I would’ve punched him in the face.’

Bucky’s smile broadened like he had accomplished something. ‘And I how did I help that?’

‘You just kept me grounded, I guess. Reminded me that it was a mission and and that you had my back in case things went south. Plus, it completely diffused any kind of tension that guy was trying to create.’

‘That’s what I’m here for,’ he said. ‘Can’t have some sleazeball running his hands all over you like that without at least offering to sock him.’

You chuckled. ‘How eloquently put.’

‘I’m the master of eloquence, doll.’

You both had reached your room. ‘I’m gonna change and join you guys later. Maybe take an early night, I’m exhausted.’

‘Aw, doll, you sure?’Bucky almost whined.

You stopped and rested against the door, hands curling around the edge. 

‘Why, what were you planning?’

Bucky shrugged, scuffing his foot against the floor. ‘I don’t know, doll, I was kinda hoping I could tell you about how the stars don’t compare to your eyes,’ he said, feigning innocence, mimicking the words of the target.

You rolled your eyes and tried to stifle your giggles. ‘Shut up, Barnes.’

‘I just really think I could prove to you that the gods that build the universe got nothing on you.’

‘Bucky, shut up, you loser,’ you laughed.

‘Okay, but seriously,’ Bucky said, laughter dying down as he put his hands on your upper arms and looked at you intently. You didn’t take your eyes away from his, blushing under his gaze. It wasn’t the same intensity as the target’s, and you felt a comforting warmth.

Bucky held your arms and said dramatically, ‘If you ever want me to give you a satisfactory view from the top floor, you just say the word.’

‘Dammit, Barnes!’ You shoved him away and watched him bolt down the corridor, cackling childishly, with a plethora of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.