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Do Something Bad, Too - Part 4

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics, nsfw content (aka orgasms)

A/N: its finally here! sorry for taking like 30000 years but i got there in the end! happy new year, happy holidays, i hope everyone is well and i hope you enjoy this part!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When you were in the army, you decided that you would never, ever chose an Alpha as a mate. You were surrounded by the worst kind day in day out - and, sure, when you moved companies nobody knew you were an omega thanks to the suppressants, but that just meant they felt like they could say all their shitty opinions about omegas in front of you as if you wouldn’t be offended.

In your opinion, 99% of Alphas were pigs and had zero respect for you no matter how successful you were, or how many suppressants you took. The past few weeks, however, have made you seriously reconsider that percentile.

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Suga Daddy: Part 3

Suga Daddy: Part 3

Word count: 7.8k

Genre: smut, angst

My computer is in the shop so I had to edit on my phone. Sorry if there are a lot of mistakes. ^^

Parts: one | two

Originally posted by bwiseoks

It was now Friday, the first day of rehearsal. You’d gotten there a little early, deciding to stretch and mentally prepare yourself, this would be your focus for the next few months. You’d gotten a text from Yoongi this morning, wishing you luck, so you felt pretty good about today.

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Last nights show was one of the hardest of our 17 year career. This is a country of amazing people. Yes, there are hateful fucks, indifferent assholes, selfish-self centered racists and bigots and misogynists. But there are also some of the biggest hearted, special, passionate, fired up people i’ve ever met. We believe in and will continue to work towards fighting and organizing and standing in solidarity with the good hearted people of this country to ensure that the millions who didn’t vote for this hateful, dangerous man don’t suffer anymore than they have to. My only wish is that everyone who woke up sickened by the shock and tragedy of it all will STAY ENGAGED! Do the work! Educate yourself! Have the hard conversations! Organize! Participate! Be a part of reforming the systems that hold so many people in this country down! The biggest thank you to our incredible fan base:  Never forget that it is every single one of you who held me up last night when I couldn’t sing and tears were streaming down my face. We will never stop fighting for you on and off stage.

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Never Easy - Jughead Jones

hi, I fell in love with your writing since “It’s hard enough” and I was wondering could you do one where jughead and betty are together but somehow he ends up falling for reader?

Originally posted by juptern

I changed this a little because Betty deserves to be hAPPY DAMN IT

The day that Betty and Jughead sat you and their other friends down, was the day everything took a turn. They told you, Archie, Veronica, and Kevin that they had started dating. For the most part, everyone was happy for them. Anyone could see that you were all a little shocked, Archie probably the most confused. Veronica just smiled and wished them the best, and told Jughead if he ever hurt Betty she’d snap him in half. Kevin agreed with Veronica, trying to seem hopeful for their relationship. You were glad too, but there was a small part of you that had your doubts. They were so different from each other; Betty was sweet and kind while Jughead was more closed off and cold. Then again, love is a very strange thing, so maybe there was hope for them afterall. You’d known Jughead for most of your life, but you had never seen him in a relationship with someone. One thing you noticed was that he seemed to smile more.

You had been Jughead’s best friend since you were little, so you knew him better than you even know yourself. His choice to date Betty wasn’t entirely out of character, that you knew of. You hadn’t been hanging out with him lately since you’d been helping Archie with his music and helping Veronica study after school. You felt like a distance had grown between the two of you, and him dating Betty only expanded it. One day before school ended you decided that you should hang out with him, to renew your friendship.

“Hey Jug,” you said and the boy turned to face you with a half smile.

“Hey Y/N, what’s up?” You smiled and fell into step alongside him. “Nothing really, I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out after school?”

He nodded, “sure that sounds great.” Despite him agreeing, his tone sounded deflated. As if your invitation stole his smile and squashed it under your foot.

“It’s okay if you have other things going on, I was just-”

“No, it’s good Y/N. I want to hang out with you.” Your furrowed you brow as you walked beside him. This was not how Jughead usually acted, but it was probably best not to question his attitude at school.

“Okay, we can walk to Pop’s after school?”

He nodded, “see ya then.” You stopped walking to watch as your friend walked away. What was that all about?

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Close as Strangers: Chapter 9

Close as Strangers: Chapter 9

Word count: 4.4k

Genre: High School au, angst, fluff


Sorry this is kind of late. Anyway, thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday! Hope you enjoy, let me know if you’re still reading. haha :)

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Parts:  one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight


When you woke up you heard singing from your shower and you knew exactly who it was. You jumped up hearing Yoongi sing, Skin by Mac Miller. You pressed your ear against the door, tears welling in your eyes. Man, you had missed your best friend and it had only been one day. Then again it had felt a lot longer than that. You were so busy with Jungkook that you hadn’t been paying as much attention to Yoongi, not as much as you always did. The shower turned off and he started humming the song while you heard the door slide opened to the shower.

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Are You Flirting?

Originally posted by ilvermorny

Requested: Yes, by a lovely lovely anon.

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: Y/N is just a tiny bit jealous of Leta Lestrange. And by a tiny bit, she is obviously incredibly jealous.

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1,100

A/N: I hope that this was something that you are happy with, especially because your prompt was so incredibly cute! I am pretty happy with how this turned out, and I really missed writing for Newt.

You were having a ball. Not as in you were having a lot of fun. As in Hogwarts was hosting a ball and everyone was expected to attend. A small part of you wished that they would have told you later in the school year, or just not had one at all.

Because telling you on the first day of classes allowed you an awfully long time to be nervous about who you were going with, what you were going to wear, and the fact that your best friend was going to ask Leta Lestrange. He had been in love with her since the first year, and she was constantly taking advantage of him.

But, you weren’t one for confrontation, so you chose to simply avoid her. Strangely enough, even though your interactions with Newt were shorter, they were getting weirder by the day. On Monday, he had found you in the library to ask you a question that he had already answered in Herbology.

The day after that, he asked you if you were aware that Occamies could fly, even though you had helped him with an illustration for his book that he was always working on last month. Either Newt had lost his short term memory in a freak accident with one of his creatures, or Leta Lestrange was making him more forgetful than usual.

When he wasn’t popping by with a random question for you, you always saw him with her. They could have been walking to class together, studying in the library, or down by the pond. It didn’t matter where they were, but it seemed as if he never left her side. And worse, he was always carrying her books, making her laugh at something he said. You hated to admit it, but you had feelings for your best friend.

Feelings that were so strong you were convinced that he had forgotten anyone else existed by the time that winter rolled around. And worse yet- you didn’t have a date for the ball.

Usually, you would have planned to go with your best friend, but you had a sneaking suspicion that he was going to be asking somebody else. Somebody that you couldn’t help but be jealous of every single time that you saw them together. Which was all of the time.

“Y/N?” you looked up to find Newt standing at the side of your study table in the library.

“Hey Newt. Did you need help with your potions essay?” You sighed, putting down your quill and resting your head on your fist.

“No, actually, I was wondering what you are doing later?” he asked, setting his books sown on the table and slumping down into the chair across from you.

“You’re looking at it,” you laughed, gesturing to all of the homework that was spread out in front of you.

“Do you want to have dinner later?” he had opened his books, but he obviously wasn’t reading it. His eyes were wandering all over the room, not looking at his book, and most definitely not looking at you.

“We always have dinner together.” You sighed picking up your quill and scrawling a few more lines on the parchment. “The whole school has a dinner together.”

“Oh I guess that you have a point.” He said absently.

You didn’t have a response, choosing instead to make an affirmative noise while trying to remember what this parchment was supposed to be about in the first place. You usually loved schoolwork, but your professor was ruthless this afternoon.

“Well, you look nice today.” He said after a few moments of silence.

“I look exactly the same.” You needed another half page and it simply wasn’t coming as easily to you as usual.

“That’s because you always look beautiful.” And even though he had grown quieter, and he was barely even paying attention to the conversation anymore, you were the most tuned in that you had been in months.

“What did you just say?” your voice was soft, barely able to comprehend what he said.

“You always look beautiful.” You wouldn’t have believed him, but his eyes were shining with sincerity, like they always did when he was talking about his creatures or his book. Things that he was passionate about. Things that he loved.

“Are you flirting with me?”

“Well, it’s about time you noticed.” He smiled at you, unabashedly proud of himself.

“What do you mean, time I noticed?” Was he trying to say that he had been flirting with you for a while? Long enough that you should have noticed?

“Well, I have been trying to find a good way to ask you to the ball since it was announced, but lately, you have been moping around and doing your homework and avoiding me.”

Avoiding you? You’re the one that had been with Leta Lestrange all year and acting really strange all of the time.” Was this really happening? He thought that you were avoiding him?

“I was trying to think of a way to tell you how much I care about you.” You were pretty sure that you had stopped breathing. “Even though I don’t love Leta the way that I love you, she was trying to help me find a way for me to ask you to the Yule Ball-”

“You want to take me to the ball?”

“Of course I want to take you to the ball” he took your hands in his and stroked his thumb on the back of your hands. “I wouldn’t want to take anyone else.”

“Of course I will go with you.” he beamed at you, giving your hands a small squeeze. “But just to be straight, all of those times that you asked me questions about school was you trying to flirt with me?”
And just like that, the blushy Newt was back. He allowed himself a small laugh, staring down at the table. “I guess you could say that.”
“We have known each other for years and the best that you could do was asking me questions that you clearly knew the answers to?”

He didn’t have an answer, simply laughing and grabbing your hand, dragging you out of your chair and down to the Great Hall for dinner.

“Oh no.” you said, stopping dead in your tracks, tugging Newt back when you didn’t let go of his hand.

“What’s wrong?”
“Now I’m going to have to find something to wear.”
Newt simply laughed, placing a kiss on the side of your and reclaiming your hand in his. “I’m sure that you will find something.”

Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Reader x John Murphy
Word Count: 740


There was no doubt about it: you were in love with John Murphy. Everyone around you could tell, but you were oblivious to your feelings towards him. The two of you were good friends, who spent a lot of time together. You stood by him during the whole wristband incident and you were the only one who could talk him out of trying to kill Wells. Everyone assured you that Murphy loved you, but you couldn’t believe them.

Of course you and Murphy had had a lot of tender moments together, but you didn’t think much of them. You were sure that those were the friendly type of kisses on your cheek and the friendly tight hugs he gave you occasionally.  A part of you wanted to believe that Murphy loved you more than a friend, but at the same time you wished he didn’t.

But suddenly you started noticing your feelings towards him. You found yourself looking over to him whenever you were enjoying your free time. You observed his eyes, his smirk he usually wore, and his body. Every inch of him seemed perfect. And that’s when you realized you loved him.

You swore to yourself that you will never tell him about your feelings. He didn’t feel the same towards you, and you didn’t want to lose those kisses onto your cheek and hugs, even though they were only the friendly types.

But Murphy did love you. He loved when you placed your piece of hair behind your ear, how you smiled whenever he gave you a smile and how you laughed when he twirled you in the air. You were the only light in his life. He didn’t even care whether he had anyone else in it – the only thing mattered was that you would stay in his life.

That was the reason why he couldn’t tell you about his feelings. He couldn’t lose you. To him it seemed that he couldn’t survive a day without your smile. He was deep in love, but couldn’t tell you. He didn’t notice the looks you gave him whenever he wasn’t watching, being totally oblivious to your feelings.

Even when Bellamy told him you loved him he didn’t believe it. ‘She loves me as a friend,’ he told Bellamy, leaving the subject. But whenever he was alone he couldn’t stop but to think what Bellamy had told him. Was it possible that you loved him?

You and Murphy not admitting your feelings to each other bugged your close friends, but mostly Bellamy and Clarke. Clarke was your best friend and Bellamy was Murphy’s, and somehow neither of you didn’t listen to them. They were more than sure that the two of you were deeply in love, but they couldn’t understand why you wouldn’t admit it to one another.

After days of heartache you finally decided to tell Murphy about your feelings. Instead of telling him you decided to write him a letter. You spent the whole day trying to find words to write down. Somehow every word that you wrote seemed too desperate or just wrong. Finally something clicked and you managed to find the exact words to describe your feelings to him.

You spent the whole day in your tent, not wanting to face Murphy. Clarke had promised to pass the letter to him. You couldn’t describe your surprise when you saw Clarke entering your tent with a letter in her hands. The only problem was that it wasn’t the letter that you had written.

The letter was from Murphy. You opened it with shaking hands after letting Clarke know that you wanted to be alone. It was a love letter, telling you how he loved you and wanted you around him. The sentence that caught your eye was: ’(I won’t admit) I’m in love’ which was the same sentence you had used in your letter. You instantly smiled and even let out a small squeal as you read the letter.

After that you left your tent and of course the first person you saw was Murphy, who was making his way to your tent. You stopped as he walked over to you, stopping in front of you. He smirked at you while you shot him a smile, the two of you staring into each other’s eyes.

“I won’t admit I’m in love.” He whispered as you replied with the same sentence.

“I won’t admit I’m in love.

Hwarang :: Sam Maek Jong x Reader

Oh man this took so long to write haha! I’m pretty proud of this one I hope everyone enjoys it! And if you do please send me some messages I love hearing from you guys! It makes me super happy and motivated to write! Part 2 will come shortly :)


Was I mad? Not really. Deep down no one makes people like us do anything.

Today was the day my parents, also known as the King and Queen of Goguryeo, sent me away to Silla. Their plans were to marry me off to the faceless King of Silla but regardless of their intentions I knew that in the end if I were to say no my wishes would be made. So I took this opportunity as a get away from the palace and have an amazing adventure with my closest keeper, Seok Hyeon. But we shall call him Seyeo for short!

“Are you seriously wearing that?” The annoying voice I hear too much on the daily basis rings out. “Seyeo, you’re annoying.” “And you only ever wear black. You aren’t attending a funeral, you will be meeting your potential suitor.” I roll my eyes, “Of course I know that, why else would mom give me this huge stack of etiquette scrolls?” I ask gesturing towards the enormous pile dominating the corner of my room. “Maybe to fix your manliness.” I cross my arms with a raised brow at him, “I will have your head.” “There you go again with your empty threats, hurry we need to leave soon Princess (Y/n).” “Understood, and don’t call me that. You know I hate it,” I sigh strapping a sword onto my hip while passing an identical one to Seyeo. “Her majesty won’t let you carry both swords?” He laughs strapping it beside his own sword, “Nope, apparently dual wielding would scare away the potential men.” Seyeo barks out the loudest laugh and I found myself joining along with him just as loud. We walked out of the palace to see a large group of men and a carriage set up for my long trip to Silla and I shook my head. I turned around to see my parents standing off on the side a waiting to say their parting words with me. “The trip to Silla is a long one, take care (Y/n),” father pats my head affectionately before my mother embraces me and chimes in a “Remember to behave!” I nod with a smile, “I will return soon, make sure to take care of my people while I am away.” “(Y/n) that’s no way to talk to your parents, you talk as if you are already in charge of Goguryeo! But yes they will be in good hands,” mother sighs but I didn’t miss the small smile that graces her features at my assertiveness. “I love you, and I won’t be taking anyone with me besides Seok Hyeon,” I say before bowing and walking towards Seyeo who stood beside two horses. I gently caress the soft cheeks of my onyx hair coat horse before jumping onto his back to set off to the Kingdom of Silla, but not before looking back and smiling at my parents and all the dumbfounded knights of the palace who were supposed to assist me on my adventure.

The ride to the capital of Silla was not quiet. I’m not sure if mother gave an order to Seyeo but he tested me on mannerisms throughout the entire ride. “Before eating what do you say?” I sigh closing my eyes, “I don’t have plans marrying that stuck up King. He doesn’t even care enough to show his face to his people! I would never wish to marry someone like that. Besides he might be a really gross old man!” I dramatically fake gag causing Seyeo to laugh. “He shouldn’t be too much older than you (Y/n). And try to hold that tongue of yours when we enter Silla,” he says casually but I could hear the warning in his tone. I ignored his comment and shortly the view of the tall stonewalls of the capital came into view.

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The gates open as we approached. Whispers and chattering filled up the streets as we continued our way towards the palace. I only stopped when I saw a rice cake vendor amidst the crowd of people. “Seyeo! Rice cake!” I exclaim looking up at him beside me and he shook his head, “I’ll get some for you later, look ahead the other Princess is here already. We should head to the palace immediately.” I follow his line of vision and I see an elegant carriage being carried on the shoulders of a bunch of middle aged men, how distasteful I thought. “I want four,” I say which Seyeo nods to and I followed his suggestion obediently. We approached the palace while tailing the carriage. The Princess gets out and walked towards the guards who automatically opened the gate for her. Following her actions I hop off my horse and tied the reign onto Seyeo’s horse and made my way towards the gatekeeper. “State your business.” I raise my brow confused, “I’m (Y/n).” He gives me a blank look and I accidently scoffed, I embarrassedly cleared my throat trying to pass that rude action as a cough and I smiled, “I’m Princess (Y/n) of Goguryeo.” He curtly bows, “My apologies, you may enter. However your guard must stay here.” “Okay!” I smile and waved at Seyeo who stood beside our horses, before he could open his mouth to protest I gave him the thumbs up and scooted backwards into the now open gates, “You can go get me my rice cakes while you wait!”

I sucked in a deep breath preparing myself to be on my best behaviour. I couldn’t embarrass my kingdom, but all hopes ceased to be useless as I met the Queen of Silla and the Princess from earlier. “Your majesty,” I greet with a bow before facing to the Princess and doing the same. The Queen nods, “Princess (Y/n).” I physically constrained myself from yodeling out a ‘That is I!!!’ but thank god I managed and I just forced out a large smile. “I have lot’s of explaining regarding your stay,” the Queen says, “Let’s go inside for some tea as I shall inform you both.”

What a bummer. I didn’t even get to meet the King. Not that I was interested in him or anything, but I thought I would at least see his face as I have a 50% chance of marrying the guy during this trip. He really does seem like a stuck up jerk, but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and hope that he just has his hands full on other things. What’s interesting though is that the Queen wanted both me and Princess Sookmyung to stay with the Hwarang, apparently the kings harem of beautiful men, or knights, I wasn’t really listening after she mentioned beautiful men. I exited the palace with the rather quiet Princess to see Seyeo leaning on a nearby tree with a giant parchment roll stuffed with more than the amount of rice cakes I previously asked for. I run up to him with grabby hands and he tutted with a shake of his head, “How was your behaviour?” “At it’s best,” I immediately replied all the while staring at the fluffy rice cakes. He places the large bundle into my arms and I grin, “Thank you!”

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The gate opened for the Hwarang house and I was beyond excited to meet the apparently beautiful men. “Please don’t embarrass me,” a quiet plea leaves Seyeo as he pulls the two horses along while I ran ahead with rice cakes in my arms. My ears perk up at the sound of music and I couldn’t help myself from following it. I turn the corner to see all the Hwarang practicing in front of Wi Hwa, I didn’t want to intrude so I quickly hid behind a pillar to stay out of sight from the group. Taking a seat on the shaded steps I unravelled the parchment to see eight rice cakes. I munch onto the sticky sweet dessert as I watch the Hwarang practice their dance and music. They were all handsome indeed. I hum amused, “Enjoying the view?” I look up from my seated position to see Seyeo leaning with crossed arms on the pillar beside me. Without pausing in eating I pick up another cake and handed it to him, which he gladly took. Suddenly the music stopped, much to my dismay, as Princess Sookmyung made her presence known. Wi Hwa introduced her and the large majority of the men were in awe. I quietly snicker as Princess Sookmyung got quickly riled up by just a single comment from one of the men inquiring her abilities. Without being asked again she made her way onto the practice ground, “Princess (Y/n), care to join?” I looked up at Wi Hwa who spotted me in my crouched position with stuffed cheeks and I gestured to the cake in my hand. “Don’t you want to join? Sword fighting is your favourite,” Seyeo asks while squatting to my level, I nod, “I’m occupied.” “You’re eating.” “Hence, I’m occupied. Besides I want to see how this goes,” I say before stuffing the entire rice cake into my mouth so that I could carry the other five to a better viewing spot to watch this thing go down.

What I saw ticked me off. Princess Sookmyung was skilled indeed but it was unnecessary to ridicule the men by pointing at their throats with a sword, “Well, something like that.” I shook my head with the rice cake still in my mouth. Wi Hwa looks at me with a knowing smirk as I place the half eaten cake into Seyeo’s already awaiting open palm. Seyeo starts to unsheathe my second sword and I shake my head unsheathing the one on my hip. “I don’t like people who belittle others,” I say making my way onto the practice grounds, all the while making eye contact with the Princess. I could hear some whispers among the men as the Princess faces towards me, anger evident in her eyes. “Come on,” I smile. She was graceful with her sword, I’ve seen so earlier but I had the speed and the strength to push people until they couldn’t keep up. As she tried to thrust the sword to my stomach I sidestepped and using my own sword I flicked upwards, easily disarming her of her weapon. However, the Princess didn’t accept defeat as she lunged for her sword. I sigh feeling slightly bad for what I was about to do. I smacked the hilt of my sword into the back of her neck causing her to flop onto the dirt ground. “Know your value, you don’t need to prove to others what it is,” I say while holding out a hand for her to take.  She looks up from the ground and got up by herself, ignoring my gesture to help. “It’s embarrassing to get angry over small comments like that. And even more embarrassing by ridiculing others so that you can feel more superior.” I watch silently as her facial expression changed from anger to a calmer state as she walked away. One of the younger Hwarang started clapping with awe plastered onto his face causing me to laugh at the strange sight. And before I knew it the entire group started to join, which ultimately made me feel bashful. “That was excellent, everyone can learn a thing or two from you today Princess (Y/n). Is there anything advice you will like to share with everyone?” Wi Hwa asks and I nod. I turn to face all the Hwarang with a giant grin, “Everyone did wonderful today. I can tell how hard each and every one of you is trying and it makes watching you all that more exciting so I can’t wait to see you all perform at the festival. Good luck.” I exclaim with a smile before bowing causing the others to bow as well, “Oh yes, one more thing. Just call me (Y/n). No need for formalities, starting from today we are all friends. Dismissed.” “W-Wait you can’t call dismissal,” Wi Hwa says with a laugh and I waved him off, “They worked hard enough for the day. The sun is setting they should have dinner and get some rest.” Before Wi Hwa could reply I grabbed my parchment full of rice cakes and left the area with Seyeo quickly following behind me with my half eaten cake in his hand.

From a far I see the group of men chattering away, as I made eye contact with them they abruptly stopped, so being the person who loves to make people feel uncomfortable, I approached him. “What are you guys talking about?” I inquire and I was surprisingly given an answer quickly by the young Hwarang who started the clapping moments ago, “About you (Y/n)! You are so awesome!” He exclaimed with widen eyes. “Oh! You are so adorable!” I gush shoving a rice cake into his open mouth. He smiles with closed eyes while letting out a muffled, “I’m Han Sung.” I nod and looked at the others awaiting to learn their names.

After a very draining conversation with the extremely hyper bunch of men I walked off to the side see a pavilion overlooking the area. I excitedly climbed up the wooden stairs to see a person already using the space, “Mind if I join?” The person turned around in their seated position and it revealed the most handsome man I have ever seen in my (y/age) years of living. I awkwardly stood there in silence as he gave me a once over with his deep, very deep eyes, before he nods. I clear my suddenly tight throat and sat beside him, I could barely use my voice to ask him his name so I decided to do what I did best, make people feel uncomfortable. I grabbed his hand and placed my last cake into it. He chuckles quietly, “Thanks.” “Just eat it,” I say and instantly I cringed at how rude I came across, “I-I mean if you want to.” He chuckles again before taking a bite and chewing on it as if in deep thought, “It’s quite funny how cool you were earlier and now you are a shy spluttering mess.” I mock a dramatically shocked expression causing him to flash me the sweetest smile, “I don’t even know your name and you are already attacking me.” He smiles again, but it never ceases to make my heart skip a beat, “It’s Ji Dwi.” “Wow that’s a really weird name,” I laugh loudly without thinking, “I-I mean, nice to meet you?” “And you are a weird Princess.” “I would want to say a Princess with much potential to do something great and different.” He hums thoughtfully looking into the night’s sky, “I see.” “It’s dark, none of us can see anything,” I bluntly add and his amazing sounding laugh fills my ears as he understood my lame joke. “I think I will come to enjoy your company.” I nod with a smile but it quickly disappeared as fast as it appeared, “So you don’t enjoy it now?” Ji Dwi reaches out his hand to ruffle my hair gently, “It’s getting late. I will walk you to your room,” I nod following him down the stairs. Shortly after a few minutes we made it to the enormous room that I would be occupying for the time being. I look up at Ji Dwi and gave him a warm smile, “Thank you, I much appreciate your gesture in walking me to my room.” He scoffs with a smile while looking diverting his eyes to the side, a cute habit I noticed that he had, “Why are you suddenly talking like a proper Princess? It doesn’t suit you.” I raise a brow at him stepping up into his personal space, “Excuse me, I am a proper Princess!” I huff poking into his chest playfully causing him to chuckle. “A proper Princess would know how to keep her hands to herself,” he muses grabbing my wrist into his large soft hands. “Shut up,” I laugh pulling back my hand but his grip tightened, “Oh, what is that? A profanity?” Seeing this as a challenge I flick my wrist, slipping out of his hand which allowed me to quickly grab onto his wrist instead, “Good night~” I chime swinging his arm side to side before letting go and slipping into the comfort of my room.

“That took long,” Seyeo states from behind me causing me to yelp in surprise. “Oh you scared me! What are you doing here?” “I needed to make sure that you turned to your room before I could peacefully sleep myself,” he states in a matter of fact tone. I nod with a roll of my eyes, “Well I’m safe and back will you please leave so that I can sleep?” “Of course, good night (Y/n).”

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Right at peak of dawn I awake to the sound of metal clanking against one another. I excitedly jump out of bed, throwing on a random (F/c) hanbok before running out to the practice field. I was genuinely happy to see Ji Dwi among the men who were up early to get started on training. I walk up to him and patted his shoulder, causing him to turn around. “Good morning,” I greet with a smile and he returns a smile himself before adding a, “Good morning my Princess.” “Oiyah, who said that you can call me such a name?” I mumble as blood flushes to my cheeks, he flashes me one of his annoying grins. I butt his shoulder with mine playfully before walking away and taking a seat on the stairs so that I could observe their sword fighting skills, and perhaps step in to give them a pointer or two when necessary. Although each and everyone of the men were skilled I couldn’t take my eyes off of Ji Dwi, even if I tried to pay attention to Han Sung as he waved at me to watch him, my eyes would somehow find it’s way back to the tall fair skinned male. “Wow he’s so handsome~ I want to marry that fine piece of meat~” “AISH!” I yell, smacking Seyeo’s thigh aggressively, “Will you stop that! Someone might hear!” He hums, plopping down beside me before handing me a cup of green tea, “What if the king heard? I wonder if he would be happy to see his potential Queen ogling at one of his knights hm?” I tut with a shake of my head, “I can’t help but ogle if I’m surrounded my handsome men, especially that one!” I whisper yell pointing at Ji Dwi. Much to my surprise he sees my gesture and raises a brow, and started to make his way towards my seated position. “Oh look, your man is coming this way,” Seyeo deadpan states but I could feel the amusement oozing out of his every pore, that evil bastard. “(Y/n) would you like to join me instead of just staring?” Ji Dwi smirks while holding out his hand for me to take, I shake my head with hot cheeks, looking anywhere but up into his content face. “She would love to,” Seyeo cheekily answers on my behalf, my jaw dropped and before a word of protest could make its way up my throat he unsheathes two swords for me.

I was never nervous when it came to sword fighting, I was good at it and I very much knew that. So why was I awkwardly twirling both swords? I don’t know maybe because the certain man in front of me just makes my brain turn to mush. “Are you ready?” Ji Dwi asks, taking his ready stance. I nod, twirling my sword, positioning one in front and one behind me. He flashes me a smile before lunging forward to take the first strike. As the steel of his sword clashes with my defense sword the powerful vibration travels up my arm waking me up from my daze. I flick my wrist to catch his sword under mine before swinging at him with my free sword. His eyes widen instantly as he slips his sword from under mine before deflecting the coming attack. While taken aback from my attack I lunge forward with both swords in unison, many wouldn’t be able to pull off the perfect defensive on this attack but I was very pleased when he swung his sword full force from underneath, successfully throwing my attack off course and into the ground. I tried to be serious but I could help the wide grin break across my face, he was very impressive. This motivated me to up my efforts so that I could impress him back. Ji Dwi swings at me and I easily side step out of the way. I throw one sword out but before he could connect it with his own I retreat it quickly so that I could pull off a full forced swing from behind. I see his eyes widen in the split second signalling his defeat. I grin victoriously rotating the blades to its blunt side before going through with the swing to smack him gently in the behind. I take a side back and dipped my head to look up in his flabbergasted expression. I giggle at his gaping mouth and widened chocolate orbs. Sheathing one sword I offer my now free hand to him which he gladly takes and shakes firmly, “I’m very impressed Ji Dwi.” He does his little signature scoff and smirk, “I can say the same for you. I never seen anyone duel wield like that before.” I shyly scratch my cheek with my index finger, “T-Thanks…” I grinned as it seemed to be impossible to do anything else but that around him. The intense staring contest we seemed to have was put to a halt when I felt a soft pat on my shoulder. Turning around I see a smiley Han Sung, “Hello Han Sung, what can I do for you?” The man-child claps his hands excitedly before speaking up, “That was amazing (Y/n)! Can you please teach me?” I blush happily, “O-Of course! I would love to!” A chorus of “Me too!” was erupted from the Hwarang and I couldn’t be any happier. I nod excitedly and bowed, “It would be my honour to aid you all in your practices, all I ask is for you to try your best!” I throw a fist into the air to hype them up and they didn’t let me down as they hollered and threw theirs up as well. I quickly ordered some drills and the men were quick to jump to their partners to start their new practice. I turn around to see Ji Dwi and flashed him a grin but what I didn’t expect was his slightly off smile, it didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did. “What’s wrong?” I ask stepping in front of him to get a better look at his face, “Did it hurt when I hit your butt?” He chuckles, the sparkle evident in his chocolate brown eyes once again, “No, It’s just that it was my idea for you to train with me and now you are helping everyone else.” I coo reaching a hand out to caress his cheek teasingly, “Why jealous that my attention is else where?” He rolls his eyes with a smile, “Stop teasing,” he sighs pushing my hand away. “Can I tell you a secret?” I ask leaning forward and he curiously lowers his head as well, my smile against the shell of his ear, “My attention will always be on you. Do you know why? Because you are sooo annoying!” I giggle pulling away. Looking up at him I felt no regrets teasing him if that meant that I could witness his pale cheeks flush red.

Later that night I watch the Hwarang turn to their dorms. I patiently wait until I spot the particular pretty faced male. I quickly run up to him and grab his arm, all the while dragging him with me to the place where we first met. He chuckles not even out of breath as I pushed him onto the bench. “Ji Dwi! Can you tell me a story?” He playfully rolls his eyes, “Are you a child?” I shrug lowering myself so that I laid my head comfortably in his lap, “I just want to her your voice as I fall asleep. You can talk about whatever you like.” I mumble closing my eyes contently as I felt his long slender fingers run through my long locks. “So there was once this very, very, very annoying Princess named-” I gasped in mock shock, slapping his chest, “Hey!” He chuckles with me joining him almost instantly, “Say (Y/n)…what kind of Queen would you wish to be like one day?” I look up thoughtfully at him from his lap as he looked down at me warmly. “I hope a good one,” I giggle and he smiles, “A warm one?” I add and he nods quietly so I continued, “No death penalties, everyone can enter and leave the Kingdom as they wish.” He hums, “What if bad people enter?” and I nod, “That’s easy. The strong protect the weak. I want to become strong so that I can protect everyone with my two hands.” Ji Dwi chuckles, tucking a long strand of hair behind my ear, “That does sound like a good Queen.” I nod happily, “I can do that all by myself if I try hard enough! But it would be nice to rule with a King by my side. A nice one that shares the same beliefs as me.” A comfortable silence envelops us and I tilt my head in his lap, reaching out with both hands to cup his cheeks. I squish his cheeks gently causing his lips to become pouty, “What’s on your mind?” I inquire and he smiles with his eyes closed, “Nothing.”

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After taking up the position in teaching sword fighting I woke up early each morning to help with the Hwarang’s practice. And honestly it was the most fun I have ever had in my (Y/a) years of living. However today was slightly different, Princess Sookmyung observed practice. What I didn’t expect was for her to call a meeting with Wi Hwa immediately after. “The Hwarang is nothing but a tool,” she starts. I patiently stood on the side listening to whatever she had to say but it just got ridiculously annoying. I had trouble holding my emotions especially regarding those who I cared for so when she ordered that there will be a life or death battle I was livid. I haven’t been in the Hwarang house for more than a week but I consider them all friends already, so I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any further, “The Hwarang are trying their best in practice and are improving dramatically. There’s no need for such violent practices.” Princess Sookmyung turned around and stared at me with a blank gaze, “It’s not in your place to decide what’s good for them or not.” “And it’s not in your place to tell them to go die,” I shot back immediately which she scoffed at. “I’m a Princess it’s their job to do as I say.” I take a deep breath trying my best to contain my anger, but it was evident that I was angry to everyone in the room seeing that my teeth were gritted, “They are human and have their own choices to make. I do not care if you are royalty. In the end when we die don’t we all return to the same soil?” I could tell from my peripheral that Wi Hwa was genuinely amused by the scene before him, however Princess Sookmyung was becoming impatient. “It’s not in your place to say,” she reasons and I cut her off, “Then who says that you have a place then?” Her nostrils flare at my stubbornness, “It’s not your place to say,” she repeats and I shake my head. I hated using my title as an excuse but I needed to put an end to this before the Princess could get her way. “It’s my place to say as I am Queen of Goguryeo. You, Sookmyung as a Princess have no say. I have been entrusted with this title before leaving my Kingdom to come here, hence I have authority over you. The Hwarang will not be fighting to the death against one another, but working together to build an unbreakable bond.” I huff slightly out of breath, Princess Sookmyung stares at me with her same blank gaze but anger was evident under her calm façade. Looking towards Wi Hwa he chuckles, “You both do not have a say in this matter as I am in charge of the Hwarang. I will consider the more intensive practice.” Princess Sookmyung looked pleased for once since I met her a week ago. Closing my eyes, clenching my fist and jaw to contain my frustration, I wasn’t surprised when even that didn’t help me calm down. “You are both not human,” I spat running out of the room. I was furious, I can’t let his happen, how am I supposed to protect a whole Kingdom of Goguryeo when I can’t even protect a handful of men were right in front of me? Hot angry tears blur my vision but I didn’t stop running until I bumped into a hard chest. “Whoa there!” Ji Dwi coos steadying me by holding my arms, “Hey what’s wrong?” I look up with hot tears still boiling over, “I-I’m sorry I can’t…” I sob facing the ground in defeat. He pulls me into his chest tightly and hushes me, rocking me side to side slightly in hopes to calm me down. “Why are you apologizing my Princess?” I wrap my arms around his back and tightly hold onto him, allowing his warmth to seep into my shaking frame, “I’m sorry I can’t protect you.” Ji Dwi nuzzles his nose into my neck, “I don’t need protecting, silly.” I shake my head against his toned chest, “You don’t understand.” He nods slowly, “Let’s go back to your room so you can explain everything to me so that I can understand okay?” I shake my head, pushing him away, “It’s okay. I’m…I will figure something out.” Nodding my head as if assuring myself I start towards my room but Ji Dwi grabs my arm tightly, “Who made you cry? I don’t care who it is…I will kill whoever did this to you.” I turn around to look into his eyes and his expression as unwavering, he was dead serious, “You…you shouldn’t say such things. I don’t want you to get into trouble.” “I don’t care about that! Don’t you see that all I care about is you? Just tell me what’s wrong or god help whoever did this to you because I will kill them on the spot!” I open my mouth but nothing came out. Closing my eyes to collect my thoughts I nod, slipping my hand into his larger one to quickly pull him along into my room.

Sitting in the middle of my room with Ji Dwi as company quickly calmed me down to a state where I could at least properly talk. “Princess Sookmyung insists that the Hwarang were just tools and should be put into life or death sword fights.” Ji Dwi nods but stays silent for me to vent everything out, “I can’t allow that. Even though they are knights they are still very human and their lives shouldn’t be seen as any less valuable than that of a royalty…I couldn’t even reason with those two. How can I protect my Kingdom if I can’t even protect my friends much less the person who I truly cherish…” By the time I got everything off my chest I started to sob again but luckily Ji Dwi was there to pull me into his lap to comfort me. He rubs my back with soothing circles to calm down my erratic breathing. “Is that person you truly cherish me?” He smiles against my temple and it for no reason caused my tears to burst out a full strength, “It’s not funny! I want to protect the people I love!” He chuckles lifting my chin up with his thumb and index finger, “You love me?” he whispers his breath ghosting over my lips. “You just said you would kill the person who made me cry! Why are you surprised! Anyways you aren’t seeing the whole picture you are-” I lost all train of thought when a pair of warm soft lips pressed against mine. I moan taken by surprise at the turn of events. Ji Dwi’s warm hand cups the back of my head, pulling me deeper into the kiss. Pulling away for the need of air I look up into his glazed orbs, it didn’t take me a second longer to dive back in to get another kiss from the male. Accidently exerting too much force I cause him to topple over, allowing me to straddle him. I pull back in surprise, “Hehe…sorry…” I giggle, running my fingers through his long silky onyx locks. “Don’t be sorry, just kiss me again,” he smirks pulling me down for another kiss. I pull back reluctantly, “I have a secret.” Ji Dwi nods from underneath me signalling me to continue, “I hope the King chooses to marry Princess Sookmyung.” He cocks a brow, “And why’s that?” I grin, “So I can marry you!” Ji Dwi purses his lips, “Is that so? But I’m nothing but a lowly man with no royal blood what so ever.” I smile cupping his cheeks in the palm of my hands, “That doesn’t mean anything to me Ji Dwi, you make me happy. And I know you will make many happy as well. You have a good heart, a good heart for the perfect King everyone is waiting for.” The reaction I got from him was extreme confusion, but once a few moments passed complete glee replaced his unsureness, “I don’t think the King would be too fond to hear that. I heard rumours that he wishes you marry you (Y/n).” I shrug casually, “I don’t care. If the King isn’t you, I have no interest what’s so ever.” Ji Dwi nods contently with the brightest unwavering smile plastered on his face, “Then I will happily be your King if that means I can see your smile everyday.” I groan at his words, “I’m very happy and glad…but I’m sorry I can’t help but worry for the Hwarang.” He hums, “That means you will be a good Queen, worrying for all. Your heart is in a good place.” I sigh hugging him tightly, “It doesn’t do any good if just my heart is in the right place.” “That’s true, but have faith that it will all work out.” “I just want to ensure that no one gets hurt…especially for no reason.” “Don’t worry, I promise on my life that I will fix all this. Just sleep peacefully, and when you awake everything will be okay.” I groggily look into his deep chocolate orbs, “You are tired, please rest with no troubles in mind.” Heavy eyelids drop and I couldn’t peel them back open, “Please…stay…” I mumble throwing an arm around his waist in which he chuckles in response. “As you wish my Princess,” he presses his lips against my temple, his arms tightly pulling me into his warm body. With the feeling of security I was able to quickly fall into a deep comfortable sleep.


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A Time for Tenderness

Request: Fluffy Luke prompt idea: “I know we’re fighting Luke, but I had a nightmare, can I sleep in here with you?”

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Song: Adore You by Miley Cyrus

Word Count: 975

Character: Luke Skywalker

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You knew you had been reckless. You knew better. You knew that you had taken a risk that not only endangered you, but your entire team. It had paid off though and the mission had been a success.

Luke didn’t see it that way.

Shifting on the lumpy mattress, you looked out at the sky, wishing he wasn’t so mad, but he had no reason to be making such a fuss. You’re fine. Nothing happened. Not only did nothing happen, but you had successfully infiltrated and overwhelmed the enemy forces, and you successfully directed your team, and you got everyone away safely. For the most part. Two of your wing mates were knocked out of the sky, no major injuries, nothing life threatening, but they’d be in Bacta for the night.

Rolling over you closed your eyes, attempting for the third time to sleep.

Wandering through the halls, you saw his arms crossed, Luke looking at the bacta tanks. The moisture on the glass made it hard to see through, and you felt concern rise until it was a thick mass in your throat. You weren’t just their commander, you were also their friend too. “Are they ok?”

“They died Y/N, your inconsiderate means were too much, their injuries too advanced we couldn’t -…” You could see the disappointment in his eyes, the pain in his features. He looked older when he was sad, his blonde hair looked limp, like he hadn’t washed in a few days. Your guilt pushed you to take a step closer, your hand reaching out for his, but he drew away, shaking his head. “No-.. No not now Y/N.”

You shoot up, panting. The heat making your skin clammy, or was that the dream. Pulling on the closest pants, you leave the tank top on and race to the infirmary, the glass fogging like your dream, but no Luke. Looking at the readouts, you felt your pulse slow slightly, but the unease of his rejection still driving your feet onwards. Your feet echoed on the stone as you find yourself drawn to the Jedi wing, and further on to the Jedi Master’s room. Your hand raised to knock when the door opened.

He was shirtless, his pants slung low on his hips, and your eyes are drawn to his face. The sorrow from your dream absent on this Luke. You feel the urge overcome your muscles and darting forward; before you can stop yourself, you hug him fiercely. He doesn’t push you away, despite your angry words early, his own arms wrap around you despite the disappointment in his face earlier. “I’m sorry.” You mumble against his shoulder and he nods, his cheek rubbing against your brow. “I-.. I was stupid and careless and thought I could do it all and-…”

“Ssshh.” He drew back and looked at you, a hand cupping your cheek, “You’re shaking.”

You hadn’t realised the trembling had returned and you shake your head, “I’m fine.”

“No, Y/N, what is it?” You realise you two are still standing in the doorway, and sigh, drawing back, “You know, you can tell me anything?” Shaking your head, you play with the ends of your hair, fidgeting as you try to work through the jumble in your mind. He stood patiently, waiting for you to figure out yourself before he reached for your hand, “Y/N?”

“I-…I know we’re fighting Luke” You chew on you lip and look at his hand, “but I had a nightmare,” the realisation dawned across his face, “can I sleep in here with you?“

He stepped aside and you walked into his chambers, the comforting feeling of his room settling your frayed nerves, “Want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” you say quickly, but it only took a glance at his face to know that he wasn’t offering. He was telling. “Ok-.. Ok.” Walking over to the bed, you sit on the edge of what he had deemed ‘your side’ and play with the frayed edge of the thin quilt. “They-.. They died in the bacta. You-… You wouldn’t look at me.” You felt your body curling into itself but couldn’t help it. “I know what I did was wrong, but it’s what I had to do Luke.” You look up at him, still standing his body conveyed ease and serenity, neither you knew you would never be able to accomplish, no matter how much teaching.

He nodded when he realised you had finished your thought and sighed, “I was scared.” He said, his blue eyes pinning you with guilt, “You were making maneuvers that pilots much more senior to you don’t attempt. And while I know you’re capable I was-… I was scared.”

You scoff slightly, “Even Jedi get scared huh?”

“This one does.” He looked at you, crouching so that you were eye level with him, his hands grabbing yours, “I was terrified I was going to lose you.” Your guilt tenfold and you nod, understanding his sharp words from earlier in the day, “I’ll admit-… I wanted you to come here tonight.” He shifted and sat beside you, his eyes focusing on his toes.

“Nightmares for you too?” You nod understanding, having seen Luke in the throes of a nightmare before you knew they were debilitating for him, “I am sorry.”

“I am too.” He yawned and stretched, rubbing his face, “It’s too late for arguments. Lets just go to bed?” You nod, not bothering to adjust the bedding, simply laying on top of the quilt, you head on the pillow as he cuddles in behind you. You find yourself too exhausted and more than ready for sleep as you lay with him, your last thought was to smirk at the buzzsaw roar of Luke’s snore behind you before you passed out. Sleeping soundly all through the night.

Wish You Were Here (Part 1 of ?)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary:  Your high school sweetheart moves back into town, and you reconnect for the first time since college.  You both have gone your separate ways, but a series of events places you back in each others lives.

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You glance around the room, taking in everyone around you.  The bar was stocked, there was limited food, and music from your high school days filling the room.  Steve always was  sentimental and complete shit at planning parties.  Nat and Steve caught your eye as they wandered around greeting guest, and Steve was enjoying the attention on his birthday.

You sit off to the side nursing your wine.  Scanning the room again, you see Bucky, your high school sweetheart, making way through the crowd toward you. You, Steve, and Bucky were best friends,  you had a feeling he would be here.   Giving him a friendly smile, you move over on the couch giving him room to sit.   “I heard you were back in town.”

“Yep back for good.” You give him another smile.  Bucky had been in the city building his business, after becoming quite successful, it allowed him to bring it back to his hometown.  

You sit in awkward silence that lasted only a moment as you spend almost an hour laughing and catching up.  You tell him about your backpacking trip through Europe, he tells you about his business and how happy he is to be home.  You were reminiscing about your school days, when a familiar song caught Bucky’s attention.

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This year was intense, with many ups and downs in my life, but certainly the high points were for my family, skating, Yuzuru Hanyu and you Yuzuru fans like me.
I have a lot to thank Yuzuru fans around the world who support, help and have fun at the same intensity. We speak many languages, Portuguese, English, Japanese, Italian but we communicate in “Yuzurês”. That is, the language of respect, affection, strength and dedication.
Do these words remind anyone? For it is we are the reflection of the posture and attitudes of Yuzuru Hanyu.
I just want to wish everyone who is part of this good folly that is to be a Yuzuru fan a happy New Year, that we have many joys and success.
To Yuzuru Hanyu I desire much health, success and joys; I only ask that all strength, determination, character, respect and education of Yuzuru be multiplied, that his example continue to inspire other young people, so surely we will have wonderful years ahead.
Thank you Yuzuru Hanyu for existing!
Thank you my beautiful friend Hamaguri, Tumblr., Yuzuru Hanyu International Fan Group, Golden Skate and Yuzuru Hanyu, the talent genius of the pattinaggio.
See you next year on new adventures.

This video shows a little who Yuzuru Hanyu is and why we like him on and off the ice rink

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 6

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Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,885

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO GET THIS UP. BLESS. It involved strategic planning on my part that was accompanied by lots of failure before success, but I’ll write about that elsewhere :p Just know that not having Wifi sucks, and that I really appreciate everyone who looks forward to this story <3


The following morning, after a quiet breakfast, Jin helps you into his car and drives you home. On the ride, he explains to you how to take care of your wrist, and what to do if it begins to worsen for some reason. You find yourself smiling fondly as he speaks, still eternally grateful for the kindness he has shown you in the last 24 hours.

“Thank you, again,” you whispers as you grip the door handle and push the car door open, Jin having pulled into a parking spot in front of your complex just seconds before. You get one foot out the door before Jin reaches his hand out and grips your forearm gently, causing you to pause.

“I…you…,” he says, struggling to find the right words as he meets your quizzical stare head on.

Jin can’t just let you leave like this. He can’t just let you walk away and into Namjoon’s hands—he would be a fool to let you do that. But…he also knows that he can’t stop you from going to Namjoon. At the moment, you’re Namjoon’s to protect—Namjoon got you into this mess, after all—but that doesn’t mean Jin isn’t going to try and help you. The least he can do is give you a safe space—an area where there’s a neutral party—and that place is with him.

“You know where to find me. Here’s my personal number,” he says, quickly snatching his business card out of thin air, placing it into your palm. Blinking, you stare at the card, Jin’s soothing hands enclosing around yours, and then look up at him.

“Why are you doing this for me?”

“Because while I believe you’re a girl of good intentions, and have the capacity to make smart choices—the path you’re starting to head down…the path Namjoon will likely entice you travel—it’s a dangerous one. And I want you to have someone to go to when you need a moment of serenity.”

“And that someone is you?” you question. Jin squeezes your hand reassuringly.

“I would like for you to think so.”

“Then I’ll remember this,” you say, waving the card trapped between your fingertips. At seeing the promise in your eyes, Jin smiles smally and releases your hand, watching you as you slip from the passenger seat and stand beside his car. After closing the door you wave, thanking him one last time, and start away.

You don’t look back to see whether or not Jin is still watching you. You’re already preoccupied—mind working to find a solution to your current situation—a solution that will let you live peacefully and maybe continue to see Namjoon at the same time—but you’re beginning to realize that such an solution may not be logical. Such an answer may not even exist.

You know that you’re being stupid about this—you’re beginning to harvest feelings for a man that had kidnapped you and had sex with you. A man who had taken advantage of you and is involved in the mafia, apparently. Your life is beginning to seem like a movie scene—but this isn’t a movie!

You’re a real person—with a real life! You want Namjoon but you also want normalcy! But at this point you feel that neither is attainable!

What are you going to do?

Sighing, you finally make it up two flights of stairs and to your apartment door. You unlock said door effortlessly, shoving inside and kicking your shoves off at the landing—too busy with your endless thoughts to notice that a pair of shoes not belonging to you are also there.

Depositing your bag a little further in, at the legs of your kitchen table, you run a hand through your hair and make a b-line for your bedroom—because even though Jin’s guest bed had been comfy, you’d been unable to sleep soundlessly with so much going on.

However, before you can get to your bedroom door—just as you’re walking past the sofa—a strong arm wraps around your middle and you scream, being flung backwards. You land on something rock solid and clearly un-couch like—and at the realization that the thing you’re sitting on is a person you yell again, attempting to break free.

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Colours In The Skies - Part 2

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Words: 1,273

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of self harm scars

A/N: Hey guys! Soooo… yeah. This is part two. Thank you to everyone for supporting me and my blog so much, I appreciate it heaps! Anyways, enjoy reading and feel free to ask for tags or request anything else! :D


You were almost frozen in place.

No, no, n o .

It was impossible. Right? Well, technically, it wasn’t. But then again, was the world really trying to tell you that your soulmate was James Buchanan Barnes, one of the longest-serving POW in history? Oh, God. You could laugh at the irony. Except you wouldn’t be able to laugh — you’d be a sobbing mess as you realised that this man deserved much better than someone damaged like you.

This was like a surreal and horrible nightmare. Except… it was very real.

Your breathing was struggling to be regular, and you abruptly yanked your sleeve down so no one would see what had just happened. Anything Sam, Steve or Bucky said fell on deaf ears, because you were staring in mild horror at your soulmate who didn’t seem to be fazed the slightest bit.

That was probably the worst part about all this.

Finally, you managed to choke out, “I… I have somewhere to be.”

Sam turned to you, a concerned expression on his features. “You gonna come for the next appointment next week?”

You nodded numbly, giving a forced smile to the three men and turning on your heel, jabbing the button, a tiny bit of your sleeve sliding up and showing the beginning of your marred scars. You heard a soft — and clearly attempted-to-be-muffled — gasp behind you, and you closed your eyes in shame, biting your lip and drawing your left wrist back to you, clutching it to your chest.

The elevator doors couldn’t open soon enough. As you entered, you heard Steve’s voice, “(Y/N), wait—”

“I’ll write you, Sam,” you said hurriedly, stepping so far back in the elevator that even if Steve tried, he wouldn’t reach you. Then, before anyone could say anything, the doors closed and you were faced with the steel doors of the elevator, a blurred outline of your reflection partially visible.

Only when the elevator started going down, you let out a breath and a sob at the same time, the sob sounding broken in your own ears.

You were a little tempted to slide to the floor and just cry it out on the spot, but you couldn’t. Not in public. Maybe at home. Home. Home. Home wasn’t far. It was… a few blocks away. There, you could hide, cry, do whatever you wanted to without judgemental eyes landing on you.

Or without your soulmate giving the most confused look ever.

You couldn’t believe it. You actually had a soulmate. After all your time of desperately searching anywhere and everywhere for the one, you were faced with him while your supposed-counsellor and Captain fucking America were also present. And now, your wrist ached.

You glanced back down onto your newly-coloured tattoo. It was a purplish-blue galaxy, the stars white, and flashes of bright yellow here and there. Altogether, it was beautiful. But you knew you’d never get your golden lines. No way in hell.

Somehow, you managed to wipe all your tears and make it past the ignorant secretary, run all the way home and into your apartment before slamming the door shut so hard the walls rattled and a vase fell to the ground, the pastel blue glass shattering and sliding across the hardwood floor.

A loud, broken sob escaped your lips, the tears that had been held back for so long finally escaping and travelling down your cheeks. You clutch your right wrist as you stumble to the floor, sobs wracking through your body and making your shoulders shake.

This was your fate. A soulmate who would most likely never love a monster like you. He… he’d been tortured for seventy years, he had an excuse. You? Not so much. And now… now he had the hellish fate of being your soulmate. Did he even know?, you wondered bitterly. Did he even want to know?

You stayed on the floor for a while, sobbing, losing your breath, clutching your right wrist in and clawing at it in vain to just remove the tattoo that you weren’t worthy. It was beautiful. A beauty on your otherwise-marred skin.

Your skin… it was riddled with scars. But not just burn scars, also scars from your own silver paintbrush. You’d tried to end it several times. But then, you couldn’t. You couldn’t. You fucking couldn’t because you were a coward and didn’t deserve to just die with no regrets. It was a horrible cycle.

As tears partially blurred your vision, you felt your phone buzz in your jean pocket. After somewhat regaining your breath, you pulled the phone out with trembling hands, fumbling and dropping it before you could pick it up again. On the screen you could see a message from Sam.

You down for a coffee at 9 tomorrow? Just as friends.

Jesus fucking Christ, Sam Wilson was a freaking angel. He barely knew you, but he was such a good person that he cared. Someone finally cared. Your mom sure as hell had stopped caring a long time ago, and now… now, someone might just care a tiny bit whether you die or not.

Pulling yourself together, you stood back up again, your legs feeling mildly shaky and your mouth dry. Your face felt a bit crusty from the dried-up tears that had rolled away, and you ran a hand over your features, sighing. You were a fucking mess, and you were way beyond trying to deny it by now.

Hanging your head, you stalked to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water to do something against the empty feeling in your chest and the tingling in your stomach. Holding your phone in weak hands, you texted back your one-worded reply.

Sure.

Then, you locked your phone and set it onto the counter of your little kitchenette. Idly sipping your glass of water, you stared at the walls of your apartments. You’d developed a hobby of taking pictures, drawing and just generally anything to do with art. It distracted you and stimulated your mind. Mostly, your pictures were black-and-white, occasionally a splash of navy blue or dark purple laced in somewhere.

You’d draw starry nights, take pictures of the New York skyline at night in a black-and-white filter, and draw small scenes of what you could remember during your time in the army. Sometimes, when you really liked the paintings, you’d find it somewhere to sell, and someone would buy it, asking you how you got your inspiration.

You never told them the truth behind any of the paintings.

You couldn’t help yourself but look at the tattoo on your wrist again. Every time, the tattoo looked far more enticing in colour, but it was like a bad reminder of your fate. Your fate which, apparently, hadn’t resulted in dying alone without knowing who your soulmate was, but dying alone knowing who your soulmate was — a war-hero, POW super soldier with a metal arm and the name of Bucky Barnes.

Shutting your eyes and internally counting to ten, you tried calming down and quit freaking out. Then, an idea popped into your head. You could pack your bags, buy a plane ticket, and never see Barnes again. Yes, your mark would always be there, but no one would know who your soulmate might’ve been. It could work — but who knows, maybe the Avengers get bored and try to find you. Which would suck because you have no idea what you’d do, then.

Dammit, you should’ve never signed up for a therapy session in the first fucking place.

Real (Sherlock ficlet; S4 spoilers)

He is not Sherlock Holmes when he leaves John and Mary’s house –

No. Not John and Mary’s.

Just John’s now.

He thought thinking those words would somehow bring the truth home, ingrain it somehow into his mind — his traitorous mind whose need to analyze everything and prove to everyone that he was clever had led to Mary’s —

He stops. This shell that is not Sherlock Holmes stops that line of thought because it still is not real… not in his mind, not in real life.

In all his years as a consulting detective, all the people he has met who have supposedly died have all turned out to be alive in some way, working their machinations and plans from beyond the grave, whether literal or metaphorical.

A large part of him wishes that were true with Mary. That she is not dead.

That he had not been the cause of her demise.

He is not Sherlock Holmes right now. Sherlock Holmes had a friend: a John Watson to keep him right. This man walking around London, friendless and alone, is not Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock Holmes had a friend who was a sister: Mary. But Mary is ashes now, the only incarnations of her left are that videotape and Rosie, his goddaughter whom he is not even allowed to see.

This man who walks the streets of London is not Sherlock Holmes.

He feels an enormous hollowness in his chest, one that begins to grow, quickly and surely.

He has never felt this before – he has felt pain and sorrow and anguish and despair, and a whole myriad of emotions since this journey started. But never this… never this black hole that threatens to engulf his entire body from his chest outward.

Before he can think twice about it, he redirects his steps.

Something urges him to do it, and he doesn’t question it. The rapidly widening black hole creeping, growing ever bigger, and it spurs his actions.

For once, he neglects any preparations, no counter-measures.

He boards a plane and does not look back.

He sits by the window, looking out into the darkness that mirrors the one inside him. The hole in his chest becomes bigger and he closes his eyes. 

For the first time, he doesn’t go into his mind palace, because he’s afraid of what he might find in there – Mary’s blood staining the marble floors, the look in her eyes when she spoke to him for the last time, her solid voice commanding him to “save John Watson.” The very same John Watson who had looked at him with burning hatred in his eyes.

He resists the pull of his mind palace and concentrates on closing the gaping hole in his chest, much bigger and much more relentless than the bullet hole Mary had left there. He gropes in the darkness for the edges of the black hole and pulls to seal it shut, but each time he does, one irregular edge slips out of his grasp and rips, tearing more and more of him out.

It takes effort, and by the time the flight attendant nudges his shoulder lightly to tell him they have landed, he is breathing heavily and sweating profusely. The flight attendant looks at him with some concern, but he brushes her away.

He doesn’t know how, but he manages to make it out of the airport and into a cab. He gives the driver the address and snaps at him to drive. He takes a deep breath through his nose and leans his head back, but it doesn’t help.

The traffic is horrendous as it usually is during rush hour and he barely makes it. His heart is pounding so loud he’s amazed even the cabbie can’t hear it, and there is a rushing sound in his ears.

Finally, the cab stops and he stumbles out. He has enough mental faculties left to know that he won’t get through the doorman in the state he’s in, so he uses a back door and begins climbing the stairs.

He’s out of breath by the time he gets to the right floor, and it’s not because he’s winded. He’s climbed much taller buildings, even jumped off one, but his stamina and physical abilities have never failed him this much.

He makes an attempt to straighten his appearance before knocking on the door, but he knows it’s pointless.

The second she opens the door and sees the mess of a man that was once Sherlock Holmes, she knows.

“I –” he struggles to clear his throat, but the black hole is bigger now and it has reached his larynx. “I…”

Wordlessly, the Woman opens the door wider so that he can stumble through.

And all at once, it hits him.

It’s real. All of it.

Mary…

John…

Norbury…

Everything. All of it rushes in, filling the black hole like a tidal wave. But instead of easing the emptiness, it chokes him. It’s as if he’s back in the aquarium again, but this time, he’s in the water and he’s suddenly drowning.

He collapses on her hardwood floor, gasping for breath. His eyes sting and his cheeks are wet, and his chest is heaving. He realizes he’s sobbing.

She’s grasped his forearms to break his fall, but she’s smaller than him and without realizing it, he’s managed to tug her down to a kneeling position in front of him. He holds onto her arms, as if she is a life preserver that will keep him from drowning.

He can feel her fingers pushing away strands of damp hair away from his face, wiping the sweat from his brow and the tears from his cheeks. Vaguely, he can hear her commanding voice through the tidal wave and he focuses on it.

“Look at me…” He can see her face, calm and serene through the stinging tears. Her voice demands compliance, and even through this tidal wave, he cannot deny her. “Sherlock, look at me.”

Her glacial eyes come into focus, and he can feel her fingers settle on either side of his face. “Breathe, Sherlock.”

He does and it calms him a little. He can feel her move closer, kneeling with one leg on either side of his hips. Had it been any other time with Irene Adler and had he been Sherlock Holmes at that moment, he would have enjoyed the position. This time, there is nothing sexual or remotely enjoyable about it.

An anguished moan resonates from his chest and builds before escaping his parted lips. It comes from deep within, from a place he has buried a long time ago. He muffles the sound into her hair, into her shoulder – as if she who causes pain can somehow relieve him of it.

He wants to tell her. Everything.

What he’s done. What he’s caused. What he’s failed to do. How he broke the only vow he’s ever made in his life. How he’s destroyed his whole life. How he had played The Game without realizing that it wasn’t a game at all.

Not anymore.

He can’t. The words break in his throat, and all he can do is moan them into her shoulder, sobbing like a pathetic child.

They never make it to the bed.

His hands dig into her hips, her hands lose themselves in his hair, and they stay that way without moving all through the night.

When he returns to London several days later, he is Sherlock Holmes again.

_________

By SorrowsFlower

Because… that episode!

Hey, Team Lucina person thing here

I’ve been seeing a lot of close results today with Chrom and Ephraim. I have to say, I’m very impressed by it, and to be honest, I’m a bit jealous. The fights on Lucina’s team have been pretty easy, I’ve been wanting a challenge like Team Chrom and Ephraim had. Seeing the close numbers between Team Chrom and Team Ephraim just simply make me wish to be a part of it.
That being said tho, I want to thank you all really. You guys were the highlight of the Voting Gauntlet, and even though right now, of me posting this, would seem unlikely for Team Ephraim to come ontop, I wish for that team to give it their all to catch up, and I want to thank everyone taking part of it, and um. Yeah. Sorry, I’m not good with these kind of things ^ ^“
Wording them I should say.
But in the end, I mean it with the bottom of my heart, you all have my gratitude.
I hope to fight along side you folks again in the next Voting Gauntlet, see ya.

00Q Sunday Six(ish)

this is part of the thing I wrote when I was very sick last night (thanks for the well-wishes everyone! I’m feeling a little better today) and it makes no goddamn sense but here’s a snippet because people were interested in it for some reasoN??

Updated to include this link to the entire thing if you wanna actually read this trash heap xD

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It was a Thursday afternoon when Bond arrived at Six for his debriefing, just two days after a slight hiccup in Islamabad. And by slight he meant major and by hiccup he meant damage to the British embassy but it was all just semantics when it came down to it. At least, that would be his defence when Mallory undoubtedly shouted at and then grounded Bond for another two weeks. Just enough time for Bond to get bored of London, but not enough that he could do much damage before getting shipped out again…to do more damage elsewhere.

He was just coming round the bend from the lifts when he heard Moneypenny’s voice from down the hall, issuing from the open door up ahead on the left:

“When was the last time you’ve been on a date?”

“A date?”

The response was even more interesting than the question, as it came from his Quartermaster, of all people. And here Bond thought that all Q did all day was sit in his dungeon and drink tea and yell at agents, but it seemed he’d been mistaken. Give him one less agent to shout at and it appeared he climbed up from the depths to the high tower to chit chat with Moneypenny. About dating of all things.

“Yeah, you know. Going out with someone you liked to coffee or dinner or something? Maybe out to something you both like to do?”

“No, can’t say I remember the last time I did something like that.”

“Really?”

Bond slid into the doorway, because he couldn’t keep his nose out of something so interesting, especially when it meant he could poke fun at the bespectacled boffin.

“Shocking,” Bond said.

“Toss off,” Q said over his shoulder, as casual as ever.

Neither he nor Moneypenny looked surprised to see him, even as Bond wove round them to take a seat in Moneypenny’s chair.

“Put your feet up on my desk and I’ll cut them off,” Moneypenny said.

“Missed you, too, Eve,” Bond replied, and Moneypenny rolled her eyes.

Q just shook his head, looking annoyed as he often did whenever Bond happened to be in the vicinity, and began cleaning up the remains of a takeout lunch spread out on his side of Moneypenny’s desk.

“I’m leaving,” Q announced.

He made to stand, but Moneypenny laid a hand on his shoulder and sat him back down in his seat.

“You’re staying.”

“Yeah, Q. Stay a while,” Bond said, and couldn’t help himself if his grin was all teeth, because he wanted to see if Q squirmed under the scrutiny.

He didn’t, just gave Bond a bored look.

“You, shut up,” Moneypenny said, and Bond held up his hands in mock surrender.

Moneypenny leant her hip against the desk and turned back to Q. Bond only saw the back of her head, so he wasn’t sure what sort of look she gave the Quartermaster, but it had Q make a face.

“Don’t give me that look,” Q said. “I do alright. And that’s all you need to know.”

Moneypenny put her hands on her hips.

“Oh really? When?”

“Last weekend, if you must know.”

“So you do date.”

“Sure. Let’s call it dating…”

“Playing the field, Q?” Bond asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Like I said, I do alright.”

“Slut,” Bond teased.

Q scratched at the corner of his eye with his middle finger directed at Bond.

“So you’re just hooking up?” Moneypenny asked.

“Don’t say it all disappointed like you’re my mum or something.”

“But Q, you’re how old now?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I just meant… you don’t want to be alone forever, do you? I mean, look at this one,” she said, jabbing her thumb in Bond’s direction.

“My god, Moneypenny, I’ll never be that pathetic.”

Bond rummaged through his pocket and threw the remains of a key fob on the desk in Q’s direction.

“Wrecked your car.”

Q gave a one shouldered shrug.

“Wrecked your credit. Also, the laminate floors in your flat. Did you know the sprinkler system is computer automated?

The more I think about Mary leaving, the more painful it gets.

Dean’s been much more comfortable with expressing his emotions this season.  He’s been openly showing affection and appreciation for Cas, talked to him about his difficulties reconnecting with Mary, and is apparently a lot less codependent on Sam (he was obviously concerned for him after he was captured by the Men of Letters, but there was none of the panic there we’ve seen from him in similar instances.)

And I think a large part of this was because Mary came back.  A mythologized, borderline religious figure to him, someone who he was raised to believe, “If only she were here, then everything would be okay.”  We’ve seen multiple times that here being alive was literally his greatest wish.  

And I I think this goes even deeper than him just wanting a mother; I think it goes straight to the core of his fear of abandonment.  Everyone close to Dean has at some point consciously left him, even the ones who keep coming back, like Sam and Cas.  Mary is the one constant he had to fall back on, the one loving, intangible deity who he thought would always want to be with him or near him given the opportunity.  

And then he finally meets Mary.  His fear of abandonment, and thus, fear of intimacy, finally starts to go away.  We see the shell of toxic masculinity John created for him start to unravel.   

And then she leaves him. 

I mean, make no mistake, Mary’s desire to grieve is perfectly natural and reasonable, and she’s ultimately taking the healthiest possible route under the circumstances.  But when you look at the situation from a psychological standpoint, it’s the most heartbreaking thing this show has dished out in a long time.    

Super short and I blame @thetourguidebarbie (and my sister) for this.


“There’s no way they don’t know!” Caroline said, burying her face in her hands as she groaned, imagining how everyone was already gossiping about Klaus and her. And, ugh, all the judgement she’d have to face… She was so not ready for it.

He just sighed, “How would they know, love? They didn’t know two weeks ago when we were all in New York, so how could they find out now when we’re not even in the same state?” he asked, the last part coming out a little bitter and she forced herself to look at him through the camera.

Damn, she really wished he were there to distract her and sooth her worries.

“I don’t know, Klaus, but we haven’t been subtle at all. We were hanging out together all the time and the way you look at me-“

Klaus smiled, “And how exactly do I look at you?”

Caroline fought down a blush as she said teasingly, “Like I’m everything you’ve ever dreamed for and more.”

“Someone thinks too highly of themselves.” He accused, “And if anyone has found out, sweetheart, it’s only because you couldn’t keep your hands off me during that party… Perhaps they noticed how we both disappeared for a while and the state of our clothes afterwards.” He smirked.

She froze for a moment before shaking her head, “See? They know! Why were we so obvious about it? What’s wrong with us?”

Klaus just laughed, “You should learn to relax, Caroline. If they knew, then don’t you think that my siblings would be blackmailing me by now? Or that your friends would be desperately trying to convince you how I’m terrible for you?”

Caroline considered his words, “Fine, you’re probably right. It’s just… Things have been so good this semester, I really don’t want anyone to ruin it.”

“I know, love, but we’ll have to tell them at some point – especially since your dear friend Stefan apparently has decided to be a little too friendly.” He complained, and she thought it was particularly adorable the way he got jealous, though she rolled her eyes at him anyway.

“Oh, yeah, because if he asks me out, then I’ll definitely say yes.”

“Well, at the lengths you’re willing to go to keep our relationship a secret…”

Caroline sighed, looking at him more softly, “We will tell them soon, I promise, Klaus… And you know this has nothing to do with you, right? I just… I just hate the idea that they would want to destroy this and I’m so happy in this pink, perfect bubble we’re living and-“

He frowned, “Pink, perfect bubble?”

She just waved impatiently, “Yes. We are living in freaking pink bubble and I don’t want to let anyone burst it. Not even you, buddy.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, love.”

“Good… Anyway, so are you sure that Kol doesn’t know? Because he said something to me when we were saying goodbye. It seemed like it was nothing important at the time, but thinking about it now, maybe he does know and-“

Klaus just groaned.

My dearest Angel, Today 23 years ago, you were sent away from this hell to cross over to a better life. I’ve always said we never deserved you. You were too good for this world. People like you just don’t exist anymore. I wish you were here now. I know you are watching over us. Putting a light to shine on us through our darkness. I know you are watching over everyone who loves you. Thank you for being a part of our lives even after death. You are immortal in our hearts. I will always love and appreciate you River. Thank you for being my guide. RIP darling.

-Claudia xo

I wish people didn’t brush off that fact that El was literally abused. The lab hurt her in more ways than just sheltering her from everything. Once she learns about the world even to the point where maybe it’s like those first 12 years were only a late start, she’s still going to have so much emotional trauma and scars because the lab didn’t just take her, they hurt and abused her. I wish people didn’t just brush aside that whole part of what they did to her. She’s going to be emotionally and mentally messed up for the rest of her life and that’s never going to stop because that’s what abuse does to people, and everyone needs to stop acting like El wasn’t abused