fiery path

[KOR/ENG LYRICS] Intro: What am I to You by BTS (Rap Monster)

Korean

Come here
I’m bout to take u higher
We about to set
this love on fire
이런 느낌 처음이야
엄마도 못 말렸으
내 진심을 말했고
결국에는 내가 이겼으
Baby u should know u change all
of my negatives to positive
가시를 세우고 있지만
볼 수 있어 너의 장미를
다시금 날 뛰게 만드는
그 사람이 너란 사실을
아직은 알 수 없겠지만
내가 전부 다 알게 할게 당신을
나 난 되고파 너 너의 오빠
다른 놈팽이들과는 달리
인정받고파
뻔한 영화 대사처럼
들리겠지만 난 식스센스
Yo I’ll be different
I’ll be missin
I’ll be kissin
ya all the time girl
눈을 떼봐도 맘은 뗄 수가 없어
자 이제 시작이야
I’m yo 포켓몬스터
너도 맘을 주고 나도 내 맘 다 줬어
오늘이 어제보다 행복해졌어
근데 왜 근데 왜

죄인처럼 혼자
네게 연락할 핑계를 찾지
만나기 전보다 더해
애인이란 이유로는 부족한 지
맨날 단답 ㅇㅇ 잔다 ㄴㄴ
10 바이트를 안 넘는 메시지
넌 의지를 잃은 키퍼
난 허허벌판을 달리는 메시지
그래 처음부터
이게 공평할 수 없는
게임이란 건 알았어
널 이기고 싶던 건 아니었지만
계속 지고 싶지도 않았어
조금은 달달하게
막 깨가 쏟아지진 않아도
남들처럼 팔짱을 딱 끼고
때로는 위로와 진심을 담아서
서로를 위하는 것
니가 무미건조한 것도
understand
난 항상 너의 밑에 서 있으니까
under stand
널 목마처럼 받치고 있는
난 아무것도 할 수가 없어
어느새 습관이 되어 버린 썩소
넌 또 좋지도 나쁘지도 않다고 해
내가 앞서가니 아닌 건 아닌 건데
내 짝 있는 짝사랑 난 바래
막 하는 막사랑
좀 잡아줘 이건 꼭 상대 없는
줄다리기 같잖아 what you say
Aah baby don’t you play
니가 불길이라도 꿋꿋이 걸을게
그러니까 제발 모르는 사람
보는 듯한 눈빛으로 날 보지 마
자꾸 내가 네게 아무것도
아니던 그때가 생각나니까

What am I to you girl
What am I to you
I do love you crazy uh do you
이랬다 저랬다 사람
맘 좀 헷갈리게 하지 마
자꾸 이딴식일 거면
계약서에 도장 찍자
하루에 뽀뽀 몇 번 카톡 몇 번
그래 그렇게까지 해놓으면
속이 좀 시원해질까
What am I to you girl
What am I to you
I do love you crazy uh do you

English

Come here
I’m bout to take u higher
We about to set
This love on fire
This is a first time feeling for me
Even my mom can’t stop me
I told you my sincerity
And in the end, I won
Baby u should know u change all
Of my negatives to positive
Though you are raising your thorns
I can see your rose
I can’t tell yet
If you’ll be the one
That will make my heart race again but
I’ll make sure I’ll know all about you
I, I want to be your oppa
Differently from those other scrubs,
I want your affirmation
It might sound like a cliche movie line but
I have a sixth sense
Yo I’ll be different
I’ll be missin
I’ll be kissin
Ya all the time girl
I might be able to take my eyes off you but
My heart cannot be taken away from you
Now is the beginning
I’m yo Pocket Monster
You gave me your heart, and I gave you all of mine
I’ve become happier today than yesterday
But why, but why

Why am I finding excuses to contact you
By myself like a criminal
It’s worse than before we started dating
Is it not enough reason as your lover
Every time the response is mmhmm, I’m sleeping, nono
Messages that don’t go over 10 bytes
You’re a goalkeeper that lost their will
I’m Mesi who is running across a plain
Okay, I knew from the start that
There was no way this would be a fair game
I didn’t want to win over you
But I didn’t want to keep losing to you either
Just a little sweetly
Even if we weren’t a storybook couple
Just to intertwine our arms like everyone else
Sometimes supporting each other
With words of comfort and honesty
I understand
That you can be unaffectionate
I am always standing beneath you
Under stand
I am supporting you on my shoulders
And I can do nothing else about it
Eventually my cold smile has become a habit
You say that you don’t like me nor do you dislike me
Am I getting ahead of myself
What isn’t right, isn’t right
I hope for a unrequited love with my other half
To recklessly have a wreckless love
Please hold onto me, this feels like
A tug-o-war without an opposing team
What you say
Aah baby don’t you play
Even if you are a fiery path, I want to walk across it all the way
So please don’t look at me
As if I’m someone you don’t know
Because it’s reminding me of the days
When I meant nothing to you

What am I to you girl
What am I to you
I do love you crazy uh do you
Stop confusing a person’s feelings
By saying one thing then saying another
If you’re going to keep being like this
Let’s sign a contract
Giving kisses how many times a day, Kakaotalk messaging each other how many times
Okay, if we go that far
Would I feel better
What am I to you girl
What am I to you
I do love you crazy uh do you

Trans cr; Nara @ bts-trans
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Birthday Smut (Blurb)

A/N: Here ya go in all it’s unedited glory. Enjoy lovelies ;)

You love when you two celebrate together. He’s so good to you. His calloused fingers pinch and roll your nipples as his tongue makes a fiery, wet path down your jawline to the side of your neck, and the bruises that he sucks into place there are going to be proudly worn for the next few days. You can’t help the way your hips roll towards him, wanting him, fingers grasping at his hips to get him in the right position to slide against him, humming in pleasure against your skin as he continues. He doesn’t wanna stop, can’t stop. 

Shawn groans when he pries himself away from you to dip his fingers into you and feel how soaked you are for him, taking the opportunity to circle around your clit a few times and watch you writhe beneath him. He loves that. Looking down at you with his eyes wild, his hair a dark halo around his head. One of his hands cups the side of your face, his palm burning hot, and he leans closer until his lips are barely brushing yours and can just see the variations of brown in his dark eyes. His thumb against your chin. “Happy birthday baby.” He groans as he kisses down your jaw. 

His fingers are still working at you. Thrusting in and out deep inside you, forcing you to moan out and your legs to go weak. You couldn’t think straight as he started to suck on your nipples, teasing them with his tongue and teeth. His voice is desperate. All he wants to do is please you. “ Fuck–gonna let me be good to you baby? Going to make you come so fuckin’ good for me.”

You decide that tonight you are feeling rather bold, so you grab his wrist and slowly pull his fingers away from you, whimpering at the loss of him. He watches carefully as to what you do next, waiting for his instruction on what to do next. But you say nothing and pull his long fingers to your mouth. Never losing eye contact with him as you slip them into your mouth, sucking the wetness completely from his fingers. Humming, sending vibrations through his body. His eyes dilate, taken back at what you’ve done. He groans as he leans down and kisses you hard, tongue roaming your mouth so he can taste the remnants of you. You kiss down the side of his jaw before reaching his ear and biting at the soft skin his lobe before you whisper to him. “Touch me Shawn, please.” He doesn’t hesitate. His hands run up your body before you grab at his wrist again causing him to furrow his eyebrows in confusion before you add a soft rasp of, “without your hands.”

When Quiet Is Violent - Part 2

Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Summary: You’re retired, living a quiet and secure life when your ex, Steve Rogers, turns up on your doorstep with his best friend, seeking refuge. (bucky x reader, enhanced reader)

Prompt(s): Okay I know I already wrote Night Walks with these prompts but I really wasn’t happy with it, so here is attempt #2. @pandarositarequest: 93 and 94… but Reader being upset rather than Bucky?

93.“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
94. “I had a bad dream again.”
Plus anon request: 64 “Here, take my blanket.”

Warnings: swearing, nightmare, that’s about it. :)

Word Count: 5168 (woops…)

Author’s Note: Okay team, enjoy the fluff while you can… 

Originally posted by you-didnt-see-that-cuming

The next morning you’d woken early, it was bright and damn cold. Snowing again. But Bucky was warm, and breathing slowly and softly and you didn’t want to move, wishing you could stay there where you’d fallen asleep, tucked close to his side long into the morning. But there were three people to whom you certainly did not want to explain this situation so you dragged yourself as quietly and gently as you could away from Bucky’s sleeping body beside you.

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Pretending (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2,478

Rating: R (Mature)

Warnings: Angst, SMUTTY GOODNESS

Summary: After years of being abused by your parents, and having your heart broken by many boyfriends, you decided enough was enough. No strings attached was your new motto. After having sex with Steve, you pretended it was nothing.  He doesn’t like that so he confronts you.  

 

When Nick Fury approached you to become a part of the Avengers, he didn’t quite like your reaction. You had doubled over with laughter, clutching your stomach as your eyes glossed over with tears because of it. He had to be kidding right?  When you were finished with your laughing fit, you had in fact seen, that Nick Fury was not kidding.  

Wanda and Pietro weren’t the only ones who survived Wolfgang von Strucker’s testing; you did too.  But your story was a different story than theirs. You didn’t volunteer as a subject to be tested on.  Nope, not you.  You were kidnapped while backpacking through Sokovia.  

Your home life was not very satisfying growing up, and when you moved out when you turned 18, things only got worse.  Like most families, yours seemed normal on the outside, but it was not so pretty on the inside.  Your parents were drunks and they loved to take out their anger on you, letting you know you were never good enough.  From an early age, you had learned to build a wall around yourself to protect you.  It got worse when you left, as guy after guy used and abused you too.  You had decided to finally put your life into gear, and take charge.  Instead of letting guys walk all over you, you made sure to not get attached, no matter how good looking or perfect they seemed.

Backpacking through Sokovia was somewhat of your way of finding yourself, and redeeming your life. But just your luck, Hydra kidnapped you, and tested on you like you were some kind of caged animal.  You weren’t in there as long as the twins were, and so your powers weren’t fully developed all the way.  Strucker’s idea for you was to enhance your memory, so you could learn and understand things on a much faster rate.  His other focus was to make you somewhat like Rogue from X-Men; being able to take on somebody else’s powers.  But the Avengers found out where Strucker was hiding and put a stop to everything before it could be completed.  

You were still in Sokovia when Ultron tried to destroy it, and Captain America was the one who saved you. A month later, Fury found you and did his best to try and convince you to join the Avengers.  You had to admit, he did a pretty good job, but you knew you weren’t needed there.  Your powers were only half developed; you didn’t even know how to use them!  It was actually Tony Stark who was the one that was able to convince you to join.  Tony and his fucking mouth, using his big words is what hooked you.  Your brain was craving knowledge, and well, Tony persuaded you.

It had been a smooth year with your transition into being an Avenger.  You worked very closely with Dr. Banner and Tony that first year; they helped you to harness your enhanced memory and your mind felt alive for the first time.  While your brain was properly function with so much knowledge, your eyes wandered a bit; particularly to Steve Rogers’ ass.  Damn, that man had a fine behind!  

~~~

“OH FUCK” you screamed as Steve’s hand found your throbbing clit as his teeth scraped against your exposed throat.  Your body felt on fire; Steve’s touch igniting every inch of you into flames. Breathy moans escaped your lips as his skillful hands pinched you nub, eliciting a cry of pleasure from your throat. His lips frantically seized yours, the kiss full of passion and want.  Your tongues battled and intertwined as neither of you wanted to back down.  

Steve’s lengthy finger slipped into your soaking core and back out, smearing your juices around.  His mouth left yours as he kissed down your chest and stomach, leaving a fiery trail in his path.  The second his mouth found your nub, you jerked forward, wanting and needing more. Steve got the hint as he plunged two fingers into you.  He found your sweet spot rather soon and you had to give him props for that.  “Fuck Steve don’t stop” you purred, your chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as you felt your release coming.  He sucked hard on your button and it sent you over the edge, falling into a blissful orgasm.  Your hands fisted his hair as you screamed his name over and over.  

Coming down from your high, you raised your head to see Steve standing at the end of the bed, taking his clothes off.  His eyes were as dark as night, the lust evident in them as they roamed over your body.  Your mouth went dry from the look he gave you as your body involuntarily shuddered; the wetness between your legs dripping down your thighs as you rose to your knees.

Seductively crawling towards Steve, you bit your lip as you took in his thick, lengthy, throbbing dick.  You peered up to him through your long eyelashes as you gave him a smirk. Grabbing the base of his cock, Steve let out an animalistic growl.  Your hands gently teased him, running up and down the length of his smooth silky member. Your thumb traced over his tip, smudging his pre-cum all around.  Steve’s hand fisted your hair as he hissed, “Y/N” in a warning tone, his dominant tone that turned you on to no avail.

Your mouth devoured his cock in one swift motion as you hollowed your cheeks, tongue teasing the underside of his shaft.  Bobbing your head back and forth, you thrived on being able to make Steve crumble under your touch.  You gently cupped his balls in one of your hands and Steve jerked into your mouth at your ministration.  “Fuck Y/N, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop right now!”

Letting Steve’s dick go from your mouth with a pop, you raised up on your knees as you threw your arms over his neck.  With the little force you had, Steve gave in and the two of you tumbled back onto the bed.  Hitching your leg over his hip, you turned so you were on top, straddling him.  You ground down onto him, back and forth, working yourself up again as Steve’s hands caressed your bare thighs.  Both your and Steve’s breathy moans echoed around the room.  

Lifting your hips up, you grasped his cock, teasing your wet folds a little before finally sinking down onto him.  Your head fell back at how intense it felt to feel so full. Leaning down, you bit Steve’s neck gently as you began to ride him.  “You feel so good Steve” you cried out as his dick hit you in just the right way. Looking down, it appeared that Steve was holding back.  “Don’t hold back Captain” you moaned, biting your lip in a teasing way.  

That was all it took before Steve squeezed your hips hard as he turned you over so he was on top.  He took control, just the way you wanted, as he pounded furiously into you. You were 100% sure you would have bruises tomorrow, but you didn’t care.  The Captain side of Steve was the biggest turn on you ever had in your life. Both of you glistened with sweat at Steve’s furious pace; your nails scratching down his back as you felt your peak coming.  “Cum with me Y/N” Steve growled out.  His words giving you all the encouragement to let go, falling into a blackout as your orgasm splintered through your body.  Your walls clenched tightly around Steve as you felt his pace stutter, his seed filling you up as you both cried out each other’s names.    

~~~

Your mind continued to replay the night you and Steve had sex, and you were torn.  You could sense that he liked you, more than just a fuck buddy or friends with benefits kind of deal.  Naturally, you liked Steve too, a bit too much for your liking.  But you didn’t want to go back on your promise to yourself, about keeping men at bay.  You had been screwed over one too many times and you swore you wouldn’t get attached again.  Yet, deep down, this felt different; Steve was different.

After a long and relaxing shower, you decided to keep your word to yourself.  Steve would be nothing but a fuck buddy, if anything, to you, no matter how bad you wanted him to be more.  You wouldn’t do anything to get yourself emotionally hurt again; to feel your heart shatter into a million pieces like it had been done many times before.    

~~~

“She still pretending like it didn’t happy?” Bucky asked Steve as the two of them were out for their afternoon jog.  Steve let out a depleted sigh as he shook his head, “I don’t know what to do Buck.  It was seriously the best sex I’ve ever had. And we’ve gotten really close this last year.  I know she has some emotional issues with her past and shit, but I don’t know how to get her to open up to me about this.  I want her for my own” he concluded, looking defeated.  

“Just talk to her Steve. Get her alone and make sure she doesn’t get away.  You are our Captain after all, so use that leverage” Bucky encouraged as he gave Steve a wink, causing him to chuckle.  Steve thought about it throughout the rest of his job, determined to get you to open up to him.  At one point, you had let your walls down briefly as you talked about your past to Steve, and he loved seeing that vulnerable side of you; it’s what made him fall in love with you.  He wanted, no needed, for you to see that, no matter what it took.  

~~~

Consistent knocking on your door awoke you from your nap.  Silently cursing the person who woke you up, you slowly got up from bed. “Y/N” Steve’s voice took you by surprise on the other side of the door and you froze, “Open up, we need to talk.” Fuckfuckfuckfuck, your inner monologue screamed to you.  You can do this Y/N, just play it cool, act like it was nothing, like nothing happened, you encouraged yourself silently as you walked to your door and opened it.  

“Steve, what can I do for you?” you questioned, your voice cool.  Steve side-stepped you and walked into your bedroom.  You rolled your eyes, “please, come on in” you stated sarcastically. As you turned around, you could see the tension rolling off of Steve as he stared at you, taking in your appearance. You were wearing a tight tank top and a pair of sleep shorts that barely did anything to cover your legs.  

“Well” you stated in annoyance, “what did you want to talk about?”  Steve stood there, folding his arms across his expanse chest before letting out deep sigh.  “Are you just going to walk around forever, as if nothing happened?” he started off calmly. You gave him a shrug, “Nothing did happen Steve.  It was just sex.  No strings attached.  Nothing new for me.”  

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen Y/N, because guess what?  It did!” Steve’s voice got a little louder, and you could tell he was getting upset with you.  He had every right to be, you kind of just bailed on him after the two of you had sex a couple weeks ago.  You knew deep down, he was looking for more than just sex.  You did too, you wanted more out of it, but you refused to get hurt by another man, even as perfect as Steve seemed, he could still hurt you and leave you one day.  

Rolling your eyes at him, you turned your back, ready to walk out your door.  “Where do you think you’re going?” he barked as his hand grabbed your arm, spinning you around so you were backed up against the wall.  You lowered your head, too afraid to meet his gaze. “We’re just friends Steve, you and me” you said quietly, barely above a whisper.  His hands gripped your hips tightly, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” he growled out, his breath tickling your ear.

It was happening again, your heart was taking over your mind as tears started to escape your eyes. You were scared, so scared, to let Steve know your true feelings for him.  So scared that one day, while you thought everything was going perfect and the two of you were blissfully happen, he would up and leave you, breaking your heart. You didn’t think you could handle another heartbreak; didn’t think you could bounce back from another one. Steve’s calloused hands cupped your face, causing you to look up at him.  “Please don’t cry.  I can’t stand to see you cry” he said softly, brushing your falling tears off your face.

“You know what I think,” Steve said in a warm tone, “I think you’re afraid to be happy.”  Ding Ding Ding!  Steve got it right.  Sirens went off in your head as you realized, for the first time in your life, Steve was the first person to actually notice anything about you.  He actually paid attention to the true you, found out who you really were, and how you pretend like things don’t matter to you, when they really do.  

Letting go of the breath you were hold, you gazed into his cerulean eyes, your heart fluttering as his eyes bore into yours.  “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me” you declared, your voice small.  Steve’s eyes widened at your revelation, his lips tugging up.  “There she is.  There is my Y/N” Steve replied before his lips found yours in a searing kiss.  His soft pert lips molded to yours perfectly as you let him take over.  This kiss was different from when you two previously kissed.  This was more passionate, full of emotion; emotion you had pent up over the last year.  

Realizing you both needed to breathe at some point; Steve pulled his lips away, a smile appearing on his face.  “Yours huh?” you questioned with a grin of your own.  “If you’ll have me that is.  You’re not the only one in love Y/N” Steve said as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “just talk to me alright?  We’ll get through this, I promise.”

Steve’s words sunk in deep to your core.  You were nervous, that much was true; but you were done shutting people out, done shutting Steve out.  You didn’t want to admit it, but he had your heart from the day you met him.  Taking a leap of faith, you reach up to connect your lips again, making it clear what your answer was.

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OTAYURI PLAYLIST - my youth is yours

- gravel to tempo // hayley kiyoko

“I’ll do this my way / don’t matter if i break / i gotta be on my own”

- sleepover // hayley kiyoko

“I don’t wanna think about it / i just feel alone, feel alone / even when you’re next to me / it’s not the way i’m picturing”

- save me // bts

“listen to my heartbeat / it calls you whenever it wants to / because within this pitch black darkness / you are shining so brightly”

- is there somewhere // halsey

“i didn’t mean to fall in love tonight / you’re looking like you fell in love tonight / could we pretend that we’re in love?”

- playing with fire // BLACKPINK

“I can’t stop this trembling on and on and on / i wanna throw my all into your fiery path”

- for him. // troye sivan

“forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons / we’ve been making shades of purple out of red and blue / sickeningly sweet like honey / don’t need money / all i need is you”

- sanctuary // allie x

“if i’m beside you / our hearts are enemy proof / nothing’s getting through”

- youth // troye sivan

“we’ve no time for getting old / mortal bodies, timeless souls / cross your fingers, here we go”

Rafael Barba / Trouble

Based off a line from this Interview

Okay, I’ve see this interview 8 billion times, and I had wrote this a suuuuper long time ago, but I couldn’t resist writing something based off that line Raul says, “I was a catholic school boy. We get in a lot of trouble.” I died when he said that, with that eyebrow raise. Anyway, enough gushing, but I hope you enjoy this super short fic while I work on requests. 

Originally posted by raptorwhisperer

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What would the X-Men characters do if their SO was captured by an enemy?

Alex Summers (Havoc)

Originally posted by chrisevansz

He’d pretty much lose his head straight away.

Angel Salvadore

Originally posted by blacknessofspace

She’d be complete level headed and would talk her way into getting you back.

Betsy Braddock (Psylocke)

Originally posted by proudstar81

She’d be ready to kill anyone who stood between you and her.

Blink

Originally posted by megamagicalmegan

She’d just teleport in and get you out unharmed.

Bobby Drake (Iceman)

Originally posted by endiness

He’d feel empty inside and may feel lost and helpless.

Charles Xavier (Professor X)

Originally posted by charlesfrancisxaviertelepath

He’d be terrified for you but would quickly get you out.

Colossus

Originally posted by ageofsuperheroes

He’d just punch anything in his way and would show aggression that usually doesn’t show through.

Emma Frost

Originally posted by cylcops

She’d just go in like a badass and get you out.

Erik Lehnsherr (Magneto)

Originally posted by im-fuckign-trash

He’d be worried sick, but would carefully plan out a way to get you back.

Francis Freeman (Ajax)

Originally posted by prettynerdieworks

He’d appear completely calm on the outside, but inside a cord snapped and if anyone so much as speaks to him before he gets you back, he’ll probably snap their neck.

Hank Mccoy (Beast)

Originally posted by claracivry

He’d feel so lost and angry and would assemble the team to help him get you back.

Jean Grey (Marvel girl/Phoenix)

Originally posted by ohsophieturner

She’d be worried but would stay incredibly calm and controlled. Knowing she needs a cool head to get you back safely.

John Allerdyce (Pyro)

Originally posted by yodaheim

He’d probably destroy everything in the room he was in, then probably leave a path of fiery destruction in his wake.

Jubilee

Originally posted by jiubilee

She’d be so scared for you and would ask as any people as she could to help her get you.

Kitty Pryde (Shadow Cat)

Originally posted by mutant-101

She’d literally just walk in and get you out unharmed.

Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)

Originally posted by claracivry

He might break a little at the thought of you being in danger and would freak out completely until he gets you back.

Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

Originally posted by totalfilm

He would do ANYTHING to get you back.

Mystique

Originally posted by totalfilm

She’d be pretty upset, but would soon come to her senses and devise a plan to get you.

Negasonic Teenage Warhead

Originally posted by mattsmurdass

She’d go straight in, attitude at its peak, and sass everyone to death.

Ororo Munroe (Storm)

Originally posted by wearewakanda

She’d destroy everything her enemy had until they gave you back.

Peter Maximoff (Quicksilver)

Originally posted by ipaper-planes

He’d freak out a little, but in the end he’d just speed in and get you back.

Remy LeBeau (Gambit)

Originally posted by notyourordinaryrobin

He’d rise to the challenge and do anything to keep you safe.

Rogue

Originally posted by xmenladies

She’d do everything she could to bargain or trade with her enemy in order to get you back without hurting anyone. Then deal with the enemy later.

Scott Summers (Cyclops)

Originally posted by thefilmgifs

He’d be crushed. Absolutely crushed. He might sulk for a while, procrastinating what to do until Jean comes up with a plan that he’s completely sure will work to get you back.

Sean Cassidy (Banshee)

Originally posted by shergri

He’d get straight down to work and give the enemy whatever why wanted in exchange for you.

Victor Creed (Sabertooth)

Originally posted by marvelonly

He’d kill everything in his way.

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Originally posted by whatever5001

We all know how this plays out.

Warren Worthington III (Angel/ Archangel )

Originally posted by claracivry

He’d be pretty reckless and angry and would risk everything to ensure your safety.

Church of the Poison Mind Ch.2 (Trixya) - Dahlia

AN: Writing this was honestly like pulling teeth, I’ve forced it all out of me and it’s been as cathartic as it has been terrifying. I would not have made it through without the l i t e r a l s t e p m o m to my fic Lale!! Also the lovely Matilda, and Bromeoandjooliet!! Thank you everyone for all of the lovely feedback on the last chapter and don’t be afraid to drop a line by my Tumblr DahliasForKatya!!

Even from a young age, Trixie spent a good chunk of her time in the water. She couldn’t wait to get home from school and retreat to the bathroom; a towel draped over her shoulder. She’d draw her golden hair back in a high bun, and sit haphazardly at the bottom of a stalled shower. The water beat hard against her freckled back, until the cold tile settled into warmth beneath her skin. She’d sit until the water ran cold, and the pads of her fingers pruned. When the mere act of breathing became relentless, Trixie would find herself craving the stinging spray of scalding water across the surface of her body. There wasn’t a problem in the world a that hot shower couldn’t solve, or at least postpone. Sanctuary.

Trixie’s mother would often scold, “You’re running up the water bill!”

And of course, as with most things, a terrible guilt would run through her. She’d resign herself from that happy place and apologize, from there, she’d retreat to her small bedroom. Sitting for hours in a towel, contemplating going back in anyway. Things weren’t always like this, her room used to be sanctuary enough, her home, her mother’s touch; but now she felt distanced from herself, vague, like navigating life through a video game. Have you ever looked down at your own hands, and hardly recognized them? Trixie could feel the meaning of every word she spoke hitch on her lips, each consonant skipping on the beat of its own arrival. Words scattered, wandering across time, lost in the hollows of the space between her ears. She’d wander the halls of her school, a ghost in a shell, auto piloting her way from class to class. Mindless. That sour sting was all that could revive her, all that could bring her back down to land.

The sun peered in rich that morning, and Trixie was reminded of how much she hated wearing sunglasses. She hated the feeling of wearing sunglasses because they were too distracting; she didn’t like the weight on her face, on the bridge of her nose. She’d too often find herself staring at the rims, missing what lie right in front of her. She found the distortion of color irritating, like she was dreaming half of the day away. Lately, removing sunglasses felt no different than leaving them on.

Trixie’s mother used to make blueberry pancakes every sunday morning, but always mixed way too many blueberries into the batter. They were especially runny that morning, especially bitter. Trixie choked them down as she always did, with a warm smile to acknowledge her mother’s hard work. From her seat at the table, she peered around the stairway, willing her father to come down. Her eyes landed on her mother’s pursed lips, and she sunk down in her chair, too nauseas to eat. He hadn’t come home last night. Again.

Trixie’s stomach was churning quietly in anticipation of the day’s classes. She could hear Jinkx’s words still, flowing in and out of her mind. She carried those words with her throughout the day, to her first class, Acting and Stage Presence with Professor Del Rio. A heart of gold, but definitely not the kind of person you’d want to rub the wrong way. This rang true, mostly. She took comfort in the way Jinkx played a witty banter with their professor, she aspired to that confidence.

And then on to Vocal Studies with Professor Minj, where Jinkx had left her outside the door with a smile of warm wishes; She’s a real tough broad but her class can be a hoot if you play your cards right. Trixie worried then about how she’d find her next class without aid. She turned a small glance in the direction of a pale haired girl seated adjacent her own desk, a first year just like Trixie. She seemed friendly enough, quiet, with a smile of gleaming teeth and thin lips. Trixie thought maybe she’d introduce herself, but discarded the idea. Maybe, she’d come to Trixie a bit later on and they’d hit it off. Maybe she’d never even learn the girl’s name.

Trixie gathered her things at the end of class and began down the narrow hallway, headed toward the staircase. She assumed the two in room 203 meant the second floor, at least that’s what she had hoped. Trixie wasn’t keen on being late, but she had terrible navigation skills. This was part of the reason she frequently bummed rides off of Kim.

Trixie, so consumed with the prospect of getting lost, became lost, quickly. Suddenly, she was looping circles around the second floor, passing the same doors, full of the same people and their watching eyes. She couldn’t seem to leave her headspace; that class is crazy, absolutely bonkers, but arguably one of the best at this school! Quite brilliant, actually!  Trixie wondered how something could be crazy and brilliant all at once, how those two could marry and craft a science class.

As the clock struck lateness and rounded 2:30p.m., her lack of sleep was becoming more apparent. She found herself caught between reality and dreams. She could still feel that girl all around her, her mystery, red lipped beauty; could still picture her through the darkness, the way her lips parted and trembled against her own. There was some kind of magic there, in that space, some kind of beginning. The two of them melding in the night, like soft hands braiding underwater. Trixie ached then, there was also some kind of end.

Trixie wandered further down the corridor, passed doors 213 and 211. It was 2:45 now, and she was grateful to have found her way, but reeling. She pictured what the class would look like, students already seated and settled, having to apologize as she walked in. The feeling followed her like an omniscient pair of eyes, stalking her down the floor of the classroom, calling on her tardiness. 207 now, 205, she was getting close-

Lost in thought, Trixie’s forehead collided with the shoulder of someone rifling through papers outside of room 203. The jolt sent both of them to the linoleum, busied papers floating around them like ashes, sweeping to the ground. Trixie looked up, they locked eyes, and her heart plunged deep into the pit of her stomach. Her. It was her. All red lipped and slender. Mystery girl. Trixie’s face flushed, speechless. She could tell from the girl’s ghostly expression that they were both thinking the same thing. Memory overcame her, swelling in her temples.

Her teeth sink into my bottom lip, vicious and stinging. Her moans are like my symphony, beautifully poised as they glide over my lips, their melodies ringing in my mouth. She’s salty with sweat but delicious, and I can’t stop my tongue from trailing up the length of her chest. She pushes my head down where she wants me, needs me, and I tease the daylights out of her, plunging my teeth into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. And then I taste her, and she melts into my mouth, dripping down my chin. She’s stifling her moans now, reaching for my hands and placing them on her breasts. Every part of her is taut and lean, glorious and glowing. She’s too good for me, and she knows it. She feels fleeting, but for right now she’s mine to worship. Her curls are splayed across my pillow, and I’m hoping I can still smell her shampoo come morning. The skin of her thighs is soft against my cheeks, and I feel her legs tighten around me. Her body jerks, and releases, gentle sonatas careening from her lips. I let her music engulf me, consume me, fluid harmonies rising in my ear drums. Turn up the volume, drown out the silence. She pulls me back up to taste herself, and we’re at it again, electric,kinetic. My skin is on fire, her nails scrambling down my back, I’m praying she breaks skin.

The scratches down Trixie’s back lit up like a switchboard, fiery paths radiating down the surface of her skin, hot with anxiety. Her throat felt scorchingly dry, where the words hid from her tongue, shaking in a back corner. Their eyes met again as they scrambled to pick up papers, their faces stark, dumbstruck. She watched the other girl’s hands scattering; and in the light, she couldn’t have been much older than her, maybe a few years. Acid crept up her throat, Trixie wondered if her own skin still lay beneath the girl’s fingernails.

“I - uh, I’m so sorry,” Trixie gathered the remaining papers and rose to her feet, her palms slick with sweat and unease. The girl muttered something soft in reply, but Trixie couldn’t hear over the blood pounding in her ears. She felt the strings tighten, constricting around her. She wanted to say more, but didn’t know where to start. She was even more gorgeous in the light, and her clothes clung criminally to each contour of her body. She had to break eye contact, say something, do something. Anything but this. Both stood quietly, minds racing. Trixie’s eyes darted to the ground in self defense, but she was only more flustered by the sight of the girl’s pointed red pumps. Correction, she wasn’t a girl, she was anything but. Especially then, as Trixie couldn’t help but picture what lie beneath her clothes, she wanted desperately for the bruises.

They brought Trixie’s mind back to the color of her lips, bright against the cream of her complexion. And Trixie stood again, thinking about her lips, wondering what it would feel like to reach out and touch them; to stain her fingertips red, and carry a bit of this woman with her to class. Trixie pictured sitting a few rows down from her, stealing glances, borrowing a pen, unable to look away. She could never be so bold. She knew that the minute they stepped through the door, Trixie would never so much as look at her again.

Mystery girl cleared her throat, bringing Trixie back from her thoughts, and flashed a meager smile before turning for the door. Trixie, in reflex, held it out for her, secretly reveling the scent of her perfume as it lingered behind her; the same perfume that undoubtedly still clung to the fabric of her pillow cases.

The classroom was quite larger than the others she’d seen that day, with black industrial tables and stools in the place of desks. Various wires and tubes wound out of them, connecting tanks below to the burners that sat atop the surface. The walls were lined with large glass cabinets, containing beakers and other related paraphernalia; the amount of equipment seemed almost superfluous given the scant headcount of the room. There might’ve been twenty students at most, but no professor at the head of the class. As Trixie scanned the room, she was privily grateful the professor was later than she, but still, an apprehension simmered within her. Her eyes crossed the room in search of her mystery girl.

Much to Trixie’s surprise, mystery girl now stood at the head of the room, facing away to scribble something across the whiteboard. It read in messy, coiled cursive:

Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova

“Okay class! I’m sorry I’m late, I got caught up in the dumpsters out back. Very messy! Anyway, as you can see from the board I’ll be your professor for this term. And look, I know name seems daunting, so you can just call me Katya.”

Club Ruler [3]

pairing: kazuchika okada | original character

summary: fake wrestling rules don’t exist, but i still can’t just go up to okada and talk to him. the club would never allow it.

tags: @daddy-slug @daintymissdevitt @nickysmum1909 @justhavingfun123469 @ambrosegirlforever @neversatisfiedgirl @wrestlingnoob @deseraysmiththings @blondekel77 @baleesi @kyoukohorimiya @motleymoose

author’s note: “he maintains wrist control.”

Part 1 and Part 2

Before the club even gets a chance to rail into me for my actions in the ring, I feel a large, balmy hand wrap around my wrist. “What the fuck was that?” Okada demands, as he pulls me into an empty locker room.

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Shelter from Your Storm (Part 16)

Blindspot fanfic.

(Part 1 | Part 2 |  Part 3 |  Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15)

So no, I’m not actually dead. Had a bit of writer’s block, courtesy of a bad head cold and then watching my country get flushed down the toilet. And it turns out that it’s surprisingly hard to get excited about writing Christmas scenes in late January. (Must remind myself to never, ever do that again.)

Thanks to everyone who sent me a note to prod me along. Y’all are the best! ::blows kisses::


Jane awoke slowly and found herself sleeping on Kurt for the second time in her life.

She was sprawled across him, her face snuggled against his chest, held securely against his heart by his hand tangled in her hair and cupping the back of her head. His other hand rested in the small of her back. Her shirt had ridden up during the night, and his palm was warm against her skin.

She’d never wanted to get up less.

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None Of Your Business-Part 4

You are a newly graduated MBA student trying to get a highly sought-after job at Wesson Technology.  You have spent your life proving to people that your more than your Omega status.  Will billionaire tech genius Alpha Sam Wesson take a chance on you?

A/N:  So She chooses FINALLY, and there is SMUT!  YAY!

Characters: Alpha! Sam Wesson, Alpha! Dean Smith, Omega! Reader, Omega! Ruby, Beta! Charlie Bradbury, Beta! Kevin Tran

Part 1

The sound of my ringing phone pulled me out of the jet lag induced coma I was currently in. I reached out an arm to silence it, and only succeeded in knocking it to the floor.  “Dammit!” I muttered as I leaned over to look for it.   Without warning my middle was seized with excruciating cramps.

No.  NO.  Not here.  Not now.  This wasn’t supposed to be happening.  My heat had arrived and I was in London, thousands of miles away from Dean.  There was a team from Wesson here to woo a potential new client.  I had a huge presentation in a few hours in front of Sam and a bunch of other important people.  This was bad.  Really bad. 

This was my first heat since I had started sleeping with Dean, and I had thought it would be easier.  WRONG.  I finally managed to locate my phone under the bed.  It was Sam who had called.  Just the thought of Sam’s long, lean body caused me to break out into a sweat and a low whine escaped my throat.  I could feel my core throbbing and my legs slick with arousal.

I dialed his number with trembling fingers.  “S-sam?  You called me?”

“Hey. Want to have breakfast and go over the meeting notes?” He said.

“I think I will just meet you there.” I said weakly.  I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” He sounded concerned.

“I’m just a little tired.  I’ll see you soon, okay?”

I headed to the bathroom for an ice-cold shower and a triple dose of suppressants.  I don’t know how I am going to make it through this day, let alone the rest of this trip.

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Daring

Prompt; Semi-public naughty business 

Requested by; @dinodax123


Warning; very nsfw!


“Seduce me without touching me.”

Levy wouldn’t have thought that Gajeel would have taken her challenge seriously, let alone succeeding in said challenge. Yet here they were, sitting at a table tucked away in a dark corner while the rest of the guild partied away, celebrating some random thing. She didn’t choose the corner, of course; she would’ve rather have opted for the quietness of the guild library where she knew no one else would notice and bother them. But Gajeel had to one up her challenge, bragging that he could do it without the others noticing.  

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i. He carried a precious thing on his shoulders, secured it with the calluses and scars that marred his discolored palms despite the blood that traces a fiery path down his bare chest, despite way his bones crumble beneath him, beaten and worn and shattered, all that is left of the man he used to be is left by his trembling feet, the glistening shards of what used to be and those that still cut and split him open and watch him bleed dirt and sweat, peeling away each layer of his skin, burning his flesh, staining him blood red and no grave could hold the weight of him.

ii. He didn’t know if he could describe the shadows that bloomed underneath his skin or in the hollow places of his bones, or the way his heart began to wither away as his body was torn asunder under those scars and flames, and the straighter his stands, taut as a wire, reaching the stars, the more he yearned to check his hands for decay, to see how empty he had become because it seemed more blood paints his skin than what was held in his veins and he wondered how long it would be before he finally faded away into the folds of the universe.

iii. And not for the fraction of a moment did he question this fate, his peeling skin, broken bones, bloodless veins, and earthbound hands, for he held the heavens in his trembling hands and found ways to steady the earth and stars offered to him their flames, their warmth, but nothing could heal him, nothing could thicken his skin and carry sins and if one were to cut him open every burden he dared to carry would spill into their palms and know that he couldn’t carry it, he would carry them, as it has always been and he knows that he would not argue with his own death, with the weight of the world bearing craters into his skin, eating away at everything that he has ever been, because he knew deep within that would welcome death because he lived for them, that he held the world in his palms to keep them alive, and he stood tall, held still, and inhaled the pain, the burden.

iv. He knew fire, the way it engulfed his bones, and he knew ice, and the way it craved its way to his veins, he knew numbered days and pain, but he was just a man and could not bear the weight of a god and while he held his breath and his screams under the weight, he couldn’t face the darkness and blood anymore, not with these feeble bones, and he rose of the ghost of his burden, shattering the silence of the four walls that caged him.

—  Does not even now great Atlas struggle to bear up the weight of heaven? (M.M.)

anonymous asked:

Well first off I hope you're okay and it's totally fine if you don't write this or if you don't get to it, please put your health and feelings ahead of writing silly little blurbs cause that's what really matters and I really hope you're okay. Onto the blurb, from past experiences some of the best sex I've had was when a guy would wake up in the middle of the night completely ready to fuck and be really rough and it'd be like we weren't even asleep seconds before so maybe something like that? :)

Thank you so so much 💙💙💙

You don’t know what made you wake up, but you hear his harsh breathing before you open your eyes. Blinking away the sleep in the darkness, slowly the image of your boyfriend comes into view; spread out on his back next to you in bed, his head pressed back into the pillows and giving you a lovely profile view of his Adam’s apple bobbing in his long neck, puffy lips open in a silent moan.

Still fuzzy from sleep, it takes you a few minutes to understand what’s happening, what that sound is and where it’s coming from, why Harry’s arm is moving so quickly, but when you finally figure it out, there’s an immediate heat in your belly. He doesn’t realize you’re awake until you creep your hand down his bare, clammy chest and towards where his hand is working himself so urgently, and when your fingers brush the slick head of him he groans out your name.

“Woke up like this,” he rasps into the night, sounding at once frustrated and apologetic, but then his eyes are burning into you when he hears you kick the blankets off yourself. Sleep is still itching the edges of your mind, but for some reason you feel as if you might die if he doesn’t get inside you soon.

There’s a catch in his breathing when you wiggle a bit clumsily out of your panties and toss them, almost as if he can’t believe this is happening and you’re really going to let him fuck you rather than telling him to shut up so you can sleep, but he’s quick to recover. You’ve barely gotten your shirt over your head before he rolls on top of you, and at once the heavy, rigid weight of his cock, already so thick and hard and pulsing, settles against your core and you gasp harshly right as his mouth descends over yours. His kiss is demanding and sloppy, his tongue deep in your mouth and relentless, and combined with the way his hands grope heavily at you, you find yourself succumbing easily to him.

His fingers pinch and roll your nipples as his tongue forges a fiery path down your jawline to the side of your neck, and the bruises that he sucks into place there are going to be proudly worn for the next few days. You can’t help the way your hips roll upward towards him, clutching at the soft flesh right above his hips to get him in the right position to slide against your clit, but he only seems to appreciate the friction on his cock, humming in pleasure against your skin and kneading your breasts harshly in his large palms.

Harry curses when he pries himself away from you enough to dip his fingers in your folds and feel how wet you are, taking the opportunity to circle around your clit a few times and watch you writhe beneath him. Looking down at you his eyes are a little bit wild, his hair a dark halo around his head, and underneath the heat of his gaze you feel opened up and exposed, completely vulnerable as he feels you out from the inside. One of his hands cups the side of your face, his palm burning hot, and he leans closer until you breathe his breath and can just see the thin ring of green in his eyes. His thumb trembles lightly against your bottom lip.

“Are you ready for me?” You nod, letting your lips part enough for your tongue to touch the tip of his thumb, and Harry groans your name right before kissing you breathless again.

He kneels back onto his knees, not before giving a hard sucking kiss to each of your nipples, and then with grasping hands he spreads your thighs apart and hauls them over his own until your lower half is perched in his lap. Gripping himself, he strokes his cock a couple of times and drags the swollen tip over your wet slit, making you whimper when it slides over your clit, and then with his eyes intent on you he aligns himself with your entrance.

When he plunges into you, your mouth falls open in a choked scream, and your nails bite down onto his arms where he grips your hips and holds them steady for him to thrust into you in a bruising pace. You lock your legs around his waist as best you can with your body bouncing each time he sheathes himself inside you, biting your lip hard against a tight whine as your walls stretch to fit around him. Harry is so well endowed that he always makes you feel full to the brim, but without the usual foreplay you can feel that burning twinge underneath the pleasure, and for some reason it makes you feel even more desperate for him. You beg him to fuck you harder, faster, claw at his back and sides when he leans over you and finds a different angle that makes you shake, and he doesn’t disappoint you.

Despite being fast asleep only minutes before, Harry makes you cum quicker than you anticipated, his fingers working a maddening rhythm over your clit at the same time his cock reaches those perfect spots inside you that make your eyes roll back into your head. You tremble and clamp down over his cock, your hips bucking without restraint in his lap, and he helps you to ride it out, gasping out that you look so fucking beautiful cumming for him like that, how you feel so good that he knows he won’t last much longer.

It isn’t long then that he pounds into you even harder and then stills, hips pressed tight against your own as he spills himself into you. You moan at the hot rush you can feel deep inside, welcoming his weight when he sags against your body.

You’ve nearly fallen back asleep by the time he drags himself off of you, and as it is you give a mighty yawn as he pulls you close to his warmth, eyelids rapidly growing heavy.

“Love you. Thank you.” Harry’s voice is low and a little wrecked, and you though you only give a sleepy sound in response, your mouth curves into a smile anyway, only fading when you’ve drifted back to sleep with your head pillowed on his chest.

Belated Gifts

Dear Jen @jscoutfinch! I’m your gutterflower Secret Santa! Here’s my gift for you! There’s nothing really much to say, this is a bit of holiday smut about unwrapping gifts. I hope you enjoy!

Rating: M

also on ff.net and ao3


“Alone at last,” Killian sighs after closing the door behind the merry lot of people, all well-fed, well-entertained, and well-equipped with bags full of gifts and containers full of leftovers from their abundant Christmas dinner, the very first one celebrated in their new home. It warmed his heart to see all those people – people he considers his family as well as Emma’s – gathered around their big table, and he’s getting the hang of it, that whole being a part of something. Okay, accepting the bloody Wicked Witch among them was a little awkward at the beginning, but then – Zelena hasn’t been any more wicked than Regina has been evil and he… well. He was what he was. He admits that it isn’t simple to put a name on that something, but as a matter of fact, they are all part of it. And, oddly enough, those dinners didn’t suck.

But as happy as he was, he’s happy now to share some alone time and a few quiet – or maybe not so quiet – moments with his Swan. To make a point, he sighs in an exaggerated way after closing the door, like he got relieved from an extreme weight on his shoulders.

Emma rolls her eyes. “Come on,” she huffs, “don’t act like you didn’t enjoy the company. I’ve been watching you.”

He smirks. “I’m sure you have.” He runs his tongue across his bottom lip. “I’m flattered.”

“You always are,” she throws over her shoulder as she carries the last wayward wine glass into the kitchen and just puts it in the sink. “You liked showing off with your cooking skills.”

“That has nothing to do with showing off,” he replies and fills the glass up with water so it will be easier to clean later, to which she rolls her eyes and murmurs something like “nitpicker”.

“Oh, sure, it hasn’t,” Emma chuckles, “same as Regina isn’t gonna show off at all when we’ll be at her place tomorrow.”

He tilts his head. “Nothing wrong with a friendly competition.” He reaches for Emma, and she slips into his embrace, wrapping her arm around his waist as they return to the living room for a last mug of hot cocoa – for him, it’s tea – on the couch in front of the fireplace.

“Alright, I didn’t dislike the company,” he admits as he slumps down on the couch, “but I’d prefer quality time alone with you over any party at any time.”

To that, she laughs, and the sound is music to his ears. Before she sits down at his side, Emma snaps her fingers at him when she remembers something. “Oh, by the way, I almost forgot… I have another gift for you!”

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Pokemon ORAS Mega Stone

I’m OCD about these, and I finally collected all of the stones, so! I figured I’d write out where to find them.


Abomasite - Route 123, near the Berry Garden.

Absolite - Inside the Safari Zone (north-west region). You’ll need the Acro bike.

Aerodactylite - Once inside Meteor Falls where you find Steven, jump down the ledges, keeping to your left. You will need Waterfall.

Aggronite - From Wanda’s boyfriend in Rusturf Tunnel after Rock Smashing the boulder in the way.

Alakazite - Available as soon as you reach Slateport City. Bottom left side of the market.

Altarianite - Show an Altaria to the person outside the Trainer Fan Club in Lilycove City.

Ampharosite - At the end of the New Mauville cave.

Audinite - From Looker after saving him in a house in the eastern part of the Battle Resort.

Banettite - Summit of Mt. Pyre.

Beedrillite - Inside the Abandoned Ship’s Storage Room in Sea Mauville. You’ll need Dive.

Blastoisinite - Front of the S.S.Tidal.

Blazikenite - From Steven on Route 120 if you chose Torchic as the starter. Otherwise, the stone can be found on Route 114 being sold by a man, north of the bridge.

Cameruptite - Omega Ruby: Given to you by Team Magma Admin Tabitha during the Delta Episode. Alpha Sapphire: Upon arrival at Battle Resort.

Charizardite X - Use Strength to push the boulder near the Fire Stone inside Fiery Path.

Charizardite Y - Go downstairs in the Scorched Slab. The stone is in the bottom left corner. You’ll need Surf.

Diancite - Visit any Pokemon Center with Diancie in your party.

Galladite - From Professor Cozmo in Fallarbor Town after the Delta Episode.

Garchompite - From Aarune inside the Secret Base Club tree-house in Fortree City after reaching the Platinum Rank for collecting flags.

Gardevoirite - From Wanda at her house in Verdanturf Town after Rock Smashing the boulder in Rusturf Tunnel.

Gengarite - Inside an isolated house on the shore of the Battle Resort.

Glalitite - In the center of the Shoal Cave basement during low tide.

Gyaradosite - In a fisherman’s house on Route 123. You’ll need to get here from Mt. Pyre. Talk to the Poochyena to receive the stone.

Heracronite - South-east area of Route 127. You will need Surf.

Houndoominite - Next to the sand bed in Lavaridge Town.

Kangaskhanite - Behind the Pacifidlog Town Pokemon Center.

Latiasite - Omega Ruby: Beat the Elite 4 and visit your Mother in Littleroot Town. Alpha Sapphire: The Latias that joins you after the Southern Island visit is holding it.

Latiosite - Omega Ruby: The Latios that joins you after the Southern Island visit is holding it. Alpha Sapphire: Beat the Elite 4 and visit your Mother in Littleroot Town.

Lopunnite - From the guy wearing sunglasses in Mauville Hills. Talk to him a second time to get this stone.

Lucarionite - Beat all Master Rank Contests as well as Lisia.

Manectite - Just before Cycling Road on Route 110, there’s a path towards the right.

Mawilite - Available during the the story. Bottom left of Route 117 (below the flower garden).

Medichamite - Inside Mt. Pyre, towards the top right.

Metagrossite - In-game: From Steven after beating him again in the Pokemon League. Via event: Use the Mystery Gift option on the home screen of the game to claim a Beldum holding this stone via WiFi. This can be done any time until January 14, 2014.

Mewtwonite X - Bottom left of Littleroot Town, west of the Pokemon Lab. Obtainable after defeating the Elite Four.

Mewtwonite Y - Outside the Pokemon League’s gates.

Pidgeotite - Receive the Intriguing Stone from the little girl in Verdanturf Town (after finding her Shroomish behind the sign) and show it to Mr. Stone in the Devon Building in Rustboro City.

Pinsirite - Dive in the water east of Lilycove City (Route 124).

Sablenite - Outside the Cave of Origin in Sootopolis City.

Salamencite - From Zinnia’s grandmother in Meteor Falls after the Delta Episode. You don’t need Waterfall.

Sceptilite - From Steven on Route 120 if you chose Treecko as the starter. Otherwise, the stone can be found on Route 114 being sold by a man, north of the bridge.

Scizorite - Inside Petalburg Woods, cut the tree blocking the way on the top right and go through there.

Sharpedonite - Omega Ruby: From Matt, Archie’s brother, upon arrival at the Battle Resort. Alpha Sapphire: Inside the Team Aqua Hideout in Lilycove City whilst playing the Delta Episode.

Slowbronite - Give the collector inside the Shoal Cave 4 Shoal Salts and 4 Shoal Shoal Shells.

Steelixite - Go up the slope inside Granite Cave. You’ll need the Mach bike.

Swampertite - From Steven on Route 120 if you chose Mudkip as the starter. Otherwise, the stone can be found on Route 114 being sold by a man, north of the bridge.

Tyranitarite - Jump the ledges down Jagged Pass while keeping to your right.

Venusaurite - Bottom right part of Route 119.

The Tunnel

Pair: Fred Weasley x Reader

Summery: Y/n and Fred are late for a trip to Hogsmeade with the rest of their friends. They decide to take a short-cut, but things don’t go as planned.

“Quick!” called Sophie as she wrapped her cozy, knitted scarf around her thin, tanned neck. Y/n hurriedly threw on her clothes as her friend repeatedly called her from outside her dorm room. It was the day she had been waiting for, a trip to Hogsmeade. Yet when she woke up she was already late. “Leave without me! I’ll catch up in a min!” She shouted as she gathered up her stuff and shoved it carelessly into her small backpack. It took a few more minutes before she was ready and when she reached the Gryffindor common room she couldn’t see anyone. She let out a brief curse before hurrying towards the exit. She never really had time for a simple break anymore. It took a while to do so, but her friend Sophie managed to finally persuade her into finally putting down her school text books for a while and to accept going on a trip. Although she didn’t want to admit it at first, she was actually quite relived and excited to go. Suddenly a head popped up from the couch facing the fire and Y/n froze in her path. Fiery orange hair that stuck up slightly, shone like the flames in the fireplace. Instantly as the head turned to face her she recognized them. Fred Weasley. Although he had an identical twin, she could still tell it was him. It was his wide lovable smirk, like he was being constantly cheeky and caring at the same time. Unsure of what to say, she simply smiled back. “Are we late?” he asked as he pushed himself up off the couch.

“I’m afraid so” Y/n laughed in reply. Smiling brightly, he strode over to her as he ran one hand through his messed up hair. “No problem” Fred chuckled. “I know a short cut”

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