get lost in the beat

I’m so sick of these fucking “OPEN YOUR EYES, STEREKS, YOU’RE FALLING FOR THEIR TRICKS AGAIN” posts, because literally no one is falling for it. Everyone knows exactly what they’re doing. No one believes we’re suddenly getting canon Sterek, and no one is suddenly saying that Jeff Davis is a creative genius who really takes the opinions of the fandom into account. 

People are excited to see Derek and Stiles again, knowing full well they will be disappointed. Some people will wait for the gifs, some will watch the entire season, but Jesus Christ, stop yelling at everyone like they’re idiots blindly walking into a trap or betraying the fandom by watching the show. Just chill the fuck out and let people be excited.

i hate how being bioware critical apparently means u dont love the games they put out like … shut up, bioware fucks up constantly, bioware has done things so bad they make me feel sick ranging from the way they write characters to the way they design women to the disgusting things bioware staff have said on social media —

but i love bioware’s games? i love them. nowhere is more home for me than in  thedas, sitting around the campfire with zevran and morrigan or running around skyhold and kirkwall. i adore, so much, running around every version of the normandy, getting lost in the citadel, every beat of the romance with garrus, everything about miranda lawson’s character and being scared shitless of collectors

that doesn’t mean i have to sit back and praise them and to be honest i’m getting tired of the fact i feel like i have to quantify “this bioware thing is bad” with “but i love it/this game anyway” like stop being so self absorbed that you can’t see any reason why anyone would criticise this stuff

and yea im talking about criticism, not randomised hate, yet another distinction i can’t believe i have to make because theres always one asshole who comes out saying “[x] isnt criticism tho” like fucker do i look like im talking about that

You know how Hologram Atem just stands there and takes the final attack. Doesn’t say or do anything?

…Did Kaiba not even bother to program in any losing text?

A Little Bit More - Tom Holland Oneshot

Request: Have you heard of the song New Religion by The Heydaze? It’s currently my favorite song, and I was wondering if you could write a Tom one shot using what the song says? If that makes sense. Sorry to be a bother, love. 🌸  @forever-wander-neversettle

Warings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,101

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Gotta say that was a great song :) I definitely added it to my songs! I really hope this was okay : ) 

~Listen Here!~ ~Masterlist~

If you had to choose the best moment in life it would be waking up next to the man you love. Something about watching him sleep peacefully made your stomach flutter with butterflies. You observed all his features having a hard time finding any flaws he may have. Yet there wasn’t any to look for because Tom was perfect. He was everything you could have ever asked for in a man. You loved him with all your heart.

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Intertwined (Bucky x reader)

Summary: Bucky Barnes loves Y/N L/N with all his heart; their souls are intertwined, he’s sure of it. So, when he discovers her wedding pictures, his heart shatters and Y/N has no choice but to unveil her scarred past.

Warnings: untrue accusations of cheating (no actual cheating); minor character death; descriptions of grief; angst; kissing; swearing; crying; (this sounds really angsty but there’s a happy ending!)

I’ve had this idea for so long and I’m really happy with how it’s turned out! I hope you all enjoy it and any feedback would be hugely appreciated :)

Requests are open, as is the tag list - don’t be shy!

*Y/F/F = your favourite flowers
*Y/E/C = your eye colour

He couldn’t tear his gaze from her. 

Everything about her was entrancing to him; the curve of her lips, the slight glint in her eyes, the melody of her voice. He had spent so long just observing her, wishing he could muster the courage to introduce himself, to sit beside her and witness the soft ripples in her Y/E/C eyes up close. Instead, he simply hid himself in the most isolated corner of the coffee shop, eyes drawn to her like moths to a flame. She was late today, he noticed, but as she ordered her drink he could only be relieved as his earlier concern at her absence dissolved. 

The café had become quite the second home for Bucky; it was quaint, with a rustic interior that was nothing but welcoming. A fireplace stood proudly at the forefront of the room, casting hues of red and orange across the vintage carpet that covered the floor. When the rain pounded on the frosted windows, when arguments erupted on the road side, disruptive and violent, or even when the outside world just seemed a bit too scary, Bucky could walk through those doors and immediately become wrapped in the promise of fresh coffee and a warm seat. 

Bucky’s thoughts were interrupted when a gentle voice sounded from behind him, shy in a way that made it difficult to hear. He turned around, breath hitching when he realised it was her

“Hi… I, um, I usually sit just over there,” she pointed to the seat his eyes had learned to find almost immediately when he entered the shop, “but I-I was a bit late today and most of the seats are taken, I’ve seen you around a few times and I wondered if it would be ok if I… maybe… sit with you? It’s just you seem nice and- God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked, I’m sorry, I’ll just-“

Bucky interrupted her, a soft smile curling his lips upward as he moved his mug further towards himself. “I don’t mind.” His voice was as timid as hers, yet she still heard him and smiled gratefully as she took the seat across from him.

“Thank you. My name’s Y/N, by the way.”

“Y/N…” Bucky whispered, still awestruck by the presence before him. “I- I’m James. Or Bucky. Whichever you prefer.” 

The pair lay together atop the lonely hill, basking in each other’s embrace as they gazed into the night sky. It was moments like this where Bucky felt a painfully deep connection with Y/N, as if their souls were intertwined much like the stars in the galaxy, and it took everything in him not to attach his lips to hers in a moment of love and lust that he’d been resisting ever since he first laid eyes on her. 

Weeks had passed since the first day the two had spoken; they had shared so much together since then that Bucky often found himself awake at night with his hands covering his face, unable to comprehend just how lucky he was to be the one who wrapped his arms around her to keep her warm as they lay beneath the stars.

Y/N untangled her fingers from Bucky’s delicate strands, stroking them down his neck as he lifted his head from her chest and looked into her eyes, sparkling in the moonlight. She didn’t look at him, instead sighing deeply and wrapping her free hand around his metal one.

“Bucky… there’s something I want to tell you but I, um, I don’t know how.”

The silence was broken by Y/N’s mumble, her voice laced with an insecurity that Bucky had quickly come to love.

“You can tell me anything, Y/N. I promise.”

It wasn’t the lack of confidence carrying her words that worried Bucky, he was used to that by now. Instead, it was the nerves that radiated from her, waves of anxiety flooding the previously peaceful atmosphere that had consumed them both.

“Ever since I first spoke to you, and maybe even before then, I’ve… I’ve really liked you.” Y/N’s voice got smaller as she spoke, any confidence she had gathered quickly getting lost in the rush of words.

Bucky’s heart began to beat faster in his chest, thumping wildly. He sat up completely and hovered above her, eyes crinkling from the weight of his smile. “I… I like you too, Y/N- no, I love you.”

Y/N mirrored Bucky’s grin as he carefully shut his eyes and brought his lips closer to hers and finally, after so long, their lips met and Bucky couldn’t believe that kissing her was so much better than he had imagined it would be. 

From then on, Bucky was even happier than he thought was possible. He shared so much with her; his thoughts, his dreams, his fears, everything. He took her out to all the places her loved, both from his past and his later life, telling her stories from the 40s and thanking his lucky stars that he had her to share them with. He took her to meet Steve, who was more than pleased to meet the famed Y/N that Bucky would never shut up about, something that he didn’t fail to mention much to Bucky’s chagrin. 

Bucky Barnes was so in love, something he never thought he’d experience, and every time he looked at her he couldn’t escape the all-encompassing feeling of utter euphoria that drowned his heart and flooded his lungs – in the best way possible.

Bucky stood outside Y/N’s apartment, smoothing down his tie and rearranging the Y/F/F he’d bought for what seemed like the millionth time, trying to make sure they were perfect for her. He raised a shaking hand and rapped his knuckles across the wood, steadying his deep breaths. Of course, he’d taken her out on dates, but never anything this extravagant. They’d spent hours at the park together, lay in each other’s arms beneath the shade of the trees; they’d browsed every corner of the local record shop, picking out their favourite records and buying them for one another; they’d even shared the same bed at the tower as Bucky curled himself around Y/N and kissed the shell of her ear. But, he’d never taken her on an official date, and it had to be perfect. For her.

Y/N opened the door, eyes brightening the second they met Bucky’s. “H- hey Buck, come in- are they Y/F/F?”

Bucky grinned and nodded, placing the flowers in Y/N’s hands as he stepped inside.

“Oh Bucky, they’re so gorgeous, I… I love them. Thank you.” She didn’t look at him as she spoke, mesmerised by the array of colour leaking from each green stem and smiling widely. “I’m just gonna get a vase for these. I’ll be right back, ok?”

Bucky smiled and nodded, watching Y/N as she walked down the hall with a skip in her step. He took the opportunity to stroll further into the apartment, lips permanently curved upwards at just how Y/N it was. He wandered to the large table that stood beside the nearest wall, the faded antique wood blending beautifully with the surrounding décor. 

The table was decorated with an array of trinkets and photo frames; pictures of Y/N with her friends, her family, even a few with her dog that made Bucky smile even wider. 

The pictures at the centre of the table were what really caught Bucky’s eye. He stood before them, eyes scanning the frames as his heart dropped and his smile fell.


Oh please God, no.

The frames held a variety of pictures, each of Y/N with the same man. In some they were kissing, in others they were pecking one another’s cheek or simply staring into each other’s eyes with a gaze that mirrored the look Bucky would give her. One picture stood out from the rest, standing proudly at the forefront of the table. It was Y/N, draped in a lace wedding dress that made her look as beautiful as Bucky had imagined when he envisaged this day, their day, only it wasn’t; because he was stood behind her in a suit and tie and a look in his eyes that broke Bucky’s heart. 

She was married.

Bucky’s previously unwavering focus on the pictures was broken when Y/N walked back towards him, concern masking her features. His head snapped up towards her, trembling lips catching the salty tears that were climbing down his cheeks as he tried to say something, anything, in spite of his dry throat.

“Bucky? What’s the matter, are you ok?”

Y/N reached her hand out, retracting it when Bucky stepped back from her.

“You’re… You’re married?”

Y/N’s eyes widened as they flickered to the pictures on the table, a sigh escaping her lips at the realisation that Bucky had seem them. “Bucky, no, it’s not what it looks like I-“

Bucky cut her off with a pained laugh, swallowing harshly and shaking his head “It’s not what it looks like? Because it looks pretty damn clear to me, Y/N! What, was I just a toy to you? Something to distract you when you got bored of your husband?”

“No Buck that’s not-“

“I love you. I fucking love you and I told you that, and all this time you were just using me. Do you have any idea how that feels? You’re the whole goddamn world to me, Y/N. Do I even mean anything to you?”

“Of course you do! Bucky, you mean so much to me, please don’t do this. Please don’t leave. I can explain.”

A second of longing flashed behind Bucky’s eyes as he felt that familiar pull towards her, wanting nothing more than to pull her close just like he always did at times like this, when the world felt like it was crashing down.

“No. No. I have to. This isn’t fair. It’s not fucking fair, Y/N! I love you, but you have someone else who loves you too and I refuse to be the other guy. I can’t do that. You need to tell him what you’ve done, he doesn’t deserve this.”

With that, Bucky left the apartment, ignoring Y/N’s desperate shouts after him as he shut the elevator doors without letting her in, despite his mind screaming at him to turn back, to realise that he needs her no matter what the circumstances. But he couldn’t do that. It was too wrong, he’d done enough damage as it was.

The coffee shop didn’t feel quite the same since then. Nothing did. He supposed he still went every morning because it was the only sense of her that he could get. No matter what had happened, he still loved her. Every night since he’d found out she was married had been filled with endless screaming, breaking down in his room as he mourned the loss of the only true love he had ever known. The coffee shop allowed him to be closer to her, as much as he could be. She hadn’t returned to the place since that day, Bucky wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t want to see him anymore or if it was too painful for her. A small, sick part of him hoped it was the latter, that she felt for him what he did for her, that she was as broken as he was.

Bucky hadn’t even noticed someone sitting across from him, too absorbed in his thoughts. A small cough got his attention, sickness brewing in his stomach when he glanced up at the Y/E/C eyes he adored so much staring back at him.

“Bucky… please hear me out.”

Bucky said nothing, timidly directing his gaze to the mug in his hands but nodding slightly, will power escaping him.

“I want you to meet him.”

Bucky became much more alert at this, looking at her so quickly it hurt his neck.

“You.. you what?”

“I want you to meet my husband. I know that sounds strange and I know you won’t want to but I just… I need you to trust me, ok? I just want you to meet him and then I won’t ask any more of you, just- please do this.”

Bucky just stared at her, struggling to grasp an understanding of what was going on. After much consideration, however, Bucky sighed to himself as he realised that in spite of everything, he was still willing to follow her to the ends of the earth. So, he stood up and tried not to smirk at the way Y/N’s eyes lit up as she pulled him towards her car.

Y/N pulled up outside of a huge gate, a plaque that read ‘Manhattan Cemetery’ adorning the front. Bucky said nothing, although his chest tightened as he looked at Y/N, her features suddenly solemn. They pair left the car and ventured into the cemetery, navigating their way through the clusters of gravestones.

“He’s just further down here.” Y/N muttered, voice wavering slightly. Shortly after she halted, turning to Bucky and nodding toward the gravestone that stood before them. “Bucky, I- I’d like you to meet Dan. Dan, this is the guy I was telling you about.”

Bucky looked back and forth between Y/N and the stone, engraved with the words ‘here lies Daniel Wilson, a beloved son, brother and husband’. His heart broke as he watched Y/N choke back a sob as she read the words, hand covering her mouth as she cried to herself.

“You can go now, if you want. I just thought you should know.”

Bucky shook his head at this, barely able to keep his own tears from falling. He reached out for Y/N’s trembling hand, tugging at it slightly as he lowered himself to sit before the grave. She followed, leaning in to him and curling her free arm around her knees.

The two had been sat in that position for what could have been hours, although time always did seem to stand still when they were together. Y/N’s tears had since faded, leaving dried streaks in their wake. She took a deep breath, readjusting her head on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezing his hand.

“We met at college. I- I wasn’t the most confident kid, but neither was he. I guess that’s why we clicked. He had an old soul, he was kind; he used to bring me books from the library and read them to me until I fell asleep. He was smart too, when we left college he got offered a job at a University in Manhattan, so we moved and started a life together here. I thought… I thought we were gonna be so happy. We were, I suppose, just not for as long as we would’ve liked. It was only a few months after we moved that we found out he… he…” A sob ripped from her throat, painfully tearing at Bucky’s heart. He wanted to console her so badly, to tell her everything was going to be ok, but he knew he couldn’t take her grievance from her. He could only listen. “He had cancer. Hell, the doc only gave him a few months left. It hurt so much at first, we spent every night crying and wishing things were different. But they weren’t, we accepted that, and we decided to make the most of whatever time we had left. We travelled, we married, we lived. It was amazing, the best months of my life, but it all came crashing down far too soon and before I knew it he wasn’t next to me anymore.” Y/N took a deep breath, desperate to control her tears as she looked at Bucky with a pained smile.

“When he died, he made me promise that I wouldn’t close myself away. He made me promise that I’d find someone again, someone who made me smile, because ‘someone needs to do it when he’s not there,’” she smiled to herself as she recalled what her husband had said.

“I don’t think I can ever forget him. I don’t want to. But when I met you, I thought that just maybe I’d found someone; someone who made me smile, who made my heart beat faster, who made me happy again.”

Both their faces were stained with tears, although neither of them seemed to care. Bucky lifted a hand to Y/N’s cheek, gliding his knuckled across the skin and brushing his thumb beneath her welling eyes. He smiled at her, a strong smile that resisted the sadness brewing within him at the sound of her voice and the pain it leaked.

“I love you, Y/N L/N. You are truly the kindest, most beautiful soul I’ve ever met, and I think that Daniel was right. You deserve so much, my love, and if you’ll have me, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you smile.”

Bucky never let Y/N forget Daniel. He didn’t ask her to throw away the pictures, he watched with nothing less than a look of adoration as she recalled memories of her past love, and he spent his sleepless nights praying that he was good enough for her, that he lived up to everything Daniel had been for her.

And Y/N? Well, she hadn’t been this happy in a long time. She had found love again; it was strong and passionate and full, and it was one of the greatest things she had ever experienced. Bucky was so supportive of her, always encouraging her to remember her past rather than run from it, as she did him.

The two found new life in one another, their souls intertwined and their hearts inseparable. Y/N knew that Daniel would be so happy, so proud that she was able to stay afloat, a thought that brought tears to her eyes as she stared into the night sky, knowing that he was up there somewhere. It was in those moments, that Bucky would wrap his arms around her waist and hug himself closer to her, a reminder that what she lost had planted the seeds for something wonderful to grow.

And now, there were two pictures that stood proudly before the others, side by side. One, of Y/N and her first love as they married, two innocent souls so wrapped up in love and so defied by fate. The other of Y/N and Bucky, also on their wedding day; dead roots brought back to life by a shared love and light that reflected in the hues of their eyes until the day they died.



Riverdale’s Romeo & Juliet Part II - Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by the-red-and-black

A/N: WHOAAAA! Was not expecting such a response to my last post. Thank you so much for all of the love! <3 I am flooded with requests, followers (I’m gonna follow back!), and just so much positivity. If you guys want to be included in the tag list, let me know! I, unfortunately, won’t be writing/taking other requests because senior year of high school sucks (:P) and I want to focus on writing this first before I venture to other topics. 

I hope I don’t disappoint with part two. You guys are amazing. Sorry that it’s shorter (I’ll make part 3 longer). Based on my schedule I most likely will be doing weekly posts/updates.

Thanks once again, sorry for the long A/N hehe.

Part I

Word Count: 888

Warnings: None



“What’s a Northsider doing here? Did your fancy little GPS in daddy’s favorite car get you lost?”

You could feel your heart beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings as he stares you down. You’re a person with average height, but his towering build easily makes you feel like a dwarf. As your eyes quickly flit to his crossed leather-clad arms, you notice the numerous rings adorning his fingers and can’t help but think how much your face would hurt if he punched you right now.

Then you see it, as he cocks his head slightly to the right. The mark on the left side of his neck is undeniably distinguishable, resulting in your eyes widening in shock.

Crap, of course, your mind registers as you process the infamous tattoo. They’re Serpents!

However, your heart isn’t racing because you’re scared, although you do admit that you’re slightly frightened. You haven’t feel this alert in days, a sudden jolt of electricity coursing through your body and causing the hairs on the back of your neck to stand. During these past weeks of experiencing Riverdale everyone you’ve met seems dead…lifeless…

Except him.

“Cat got your tongue, Northsider?” His lips tug into a lopsided smirk, totally aware that the amount of time you’ve spent staring at him far exceeds the normal limit.

You fold your arms defensively and roll your eyes, attempting to dispel his smug tone while also trying to ignore the shivers you got when he smirked at you. “I’m here to talk to Jughead, not you.”

He raises an eyebrow again, slightly surprised that you actually responded. “Well, he’s not in the mood, Northsider.” He turns to a silent Jughead, whose lips are set in a hard straight line as he intently watches the scene in front of him. “Right, Jones? I’m curious though…how many girlfriends did you leave behind?”

The tall boy’s eyes meet yours again as he quickly glances at you from tip to toe, a devilish, challenging glint to them as they await your next reaction. “She’s definitely different from your other chick.”

“Sweet Pea, leave the girl alone,” interjects the pink-haired girl, exasperation evident in her face and voice.

But you certainly won’t let him off that easily. His last words make your blood boil, and you feel the need to accept his challenge. In fact, you welcome it. “Sweet Pea, huh? Is this your ‘sweet’ way of treating other girls? Wouldn’t be surprised that you’re just some lonely, jealous perv.”

You didn’t think it was possible but suddenly the boy closes the small gap between the two of you, to the point where you lose your footing while stepping back and almost fall down. His face flashes with annoyance, and you wonder just how in the hell such a short-tempered person got paired with an innocent nickname.

“Jesus, you’re all the same! Privileged snobs who think you’re all better than––”

“SP, stop!” yell Jughead and the other girl, using brute force to push him back.

You step further away, suddenly aware of the fact that everyone else has stopped their activities to see the scene unravel before them. How does nobody hear your heart beating out of your chest? Because you certainly do.

“You’re insane!” you exclaim at the trio in front of you, your finger pointing exactly at the raven-haired boy.

“Well, the feeling’s mutual,” Sweet Pea retorts back, bangs covering his pissed-off face as his fists clench so tightly. He’s never punched a girl before but you sure were asking for it, and boy, was it tempting.

“Y/n, leave. Now.”

You blink at Jughead’s order, taken aback at his words. His response was quite the opposite of how he had treated you before; when you, Archie, and him were younger and someone had broken something or taken another person’s toy, he always defended you, even if you were the culprit or in the wrong.

And at this moment, you are so in the wrong.

If it were any other time you would be feeling embarrassed, but it’s rather the opposite. Your body is a confused mess of anger, curiosity, and excitement. This Sweet Pea has your interest piqued, even if he’s currently annoying you. The electricity that coursed through you earlier is still present, if not amplified.

You’d never act like this, even if provoked. You don’t know if it’s because of the place you’re in, or him, but you definitely aren’t yourself.

What is wrong with me?

With that question nagging your brain, you and Jug exchange one last look before you curtly nod and turn away, beginning the walk back to your car.

“Yeah, go back home Northsider! Better not see you again!” Although you had only met him less than ten minutes ago, that voice unmistakably belongs to Sweet Pea.

Yet you can’t help but laugh at it. Because it no longer sounds angry––rather, it sounds as if he’s challenging you once again. Like he knows this won’t be the last time he sees you.

As you begin to enter the parking lot you raise your hand high enough in the air and proudly flip him off.

Because you know you’re bound to cross paths again. And, if you’re being honest with yourself, you’re excited for the moment that you do.

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anonymous asked:


Anon…. Anon I got this message at 2pm. What time zone are you in?!

Also, writing this was a challenge for Saeyoung, Saeran, and Vanderwood, as… well, if you’ve played Saeyoung’s route, you know why.

Sorry this is going up so far behind schedule, I’ve been sleeping for almost two days solid and I woke up and couldn’t find my computer. Turns out my roommate borrowed it and forgot to give it back. But here it is.


  • MC played LOLOL
  • I mean, she was nowhere near the level of SuperYoosung, the #2 of the shooting star server, but she’d gone toe to toe with a dragon alone once
  • On more than one occasion, MC got the change to fight SuperYoosung in game, and every time, even though her level was lower and she always lost, MC kept getting closer to beating him
  • When MC found out SuperYoosung was her Yoosung, she nearly flipped, having chatted with him on an open forum more than once
  • He’s super excited too, though he thought she was a guy because she didn’t have an open mic, and thus didn’t talk to people online
  • After a few months of either playing with Yoosung or watching him play, MC or MasterCoordinator finally manages to beat SuperYoosung in front of his entire guild


  • MC was a barista at a cafe Jaehee frequented for a while
  • Because Jaehee came in often and MC had a little bit of a crush, she knew Jaehee’s order by heart
  • MC also attempted to leave cute messages on the cups and draw cute images in the foam
  • However, Jaehee was usually so busy or stressed, she either didn’t notice, or  thought it was a cute cafe aesthetic
  • It wasn’t until Jaehee and MC were actually working together and MC made her a cup of coffee with an image drawn in the phone did Jaehee connect the two
  • MC revealed that one time, in a truly desperate attempt to get Jaehee’s attention, she wrote her number in the foam, but it was missed completely
  • Jaehee’s embarrassed she didn’t notice sooner, apologizes, and is happy things ultimately worked out
  • The main reason Jaehee kept going back to that cafe was because of the cute barista, that just so happened to be MC


  • Well, I mean, MC is a casual fan of his
  • But they take the same train
  • Now, Zen doesn’t ride the train all the time, but when he does, they usually end up on the same one
  • More than once she’s taken a sneak pic of him
  • So, in his route, MC was on the train home from work, in a chat, and Zen posted a selfie of himself in the train
  • A quickly scan located him, and he moment she was off the train, she posted it with a little comment
  • “Hope to ride with you again soon~ 😘”
  • Zen freaks in excitement
  • He all but interrogates her about her travel schedule, but MC gives him nothing
  • After he meets her in person, he recognizes her, grins from ear to ear, and say, “I knew you were my type!”


  • Well, ironically, she was already a party planner for the rich and famous
  • They met in passing, a tense business smile here, and brief chats about the weather there, so on
  • And needless to say, his father had hit on her, but she turned him down in an instant, stating professionalism, but the truth was, she was creeped out
  • So when she was thrown into the midst of planning an RFA party, she practically had the whole party planned in an instant more out of habit than anything else
  • Jaehee host? Pfft, MC could do it! Not like it’s anything new!
  • One thing MC would remark on for years to come was Jumin’s face when he realized that she was the woman he was speaking to in the chats
  • While she “stayed” with him over the next few days, he was impressed with her work ethic and her ability to plan an entire party from flower arrangements to table settings to music and guests all from her phone
  • If anything, watching her keep a cool head when things went horribly wrong and one thing happened after another, it made Jumin fall more in love with her
  • He genuinely regrets not getting to know her sooner


  • Well, it took them a little while to recognize each other, but MC put the pieces together eventually
  • It turned out they grew up in the same neighborhood, going to the same church
  • MC had seen him a lot in passing, but had only spoken to him once or twice
  • MC didn’t know much about him, not even his name, she just knew that things were bad at home, he had a twin brother, and if he wasn’t with his twin, he was alone
  • A few times, she came over and gave him things like food, candy, and the like, in the hopes of coaxing a smile out of him, but they never came
  • Saeyoung didn’t immediately recognize her because (1) she had short hair back then, and (2) MC had changed a lot with puberty
  • And while Saeyoung doesn’t like talking about his past or his childhood, he likes that he has someone who was there and understands who is here for him


  • MC worked at a gallery as a glorified secretary for the curator
  • V had sold his pictures at the gallery and they’d spoken casually a few times, but he never knew her
  • However, being the polite guy he is, V always remembered her name
  • When they met again, he wasn’t sure until he saw her picture, and he continued to be friendly and polite
  • MC was the first to ask why he hadn’t released any new works lately, as she was a fan
  • When they did meet again, face to face, she openly admitted to him that she’d always harbored a small crush for him
  • The blush on his face was super cute


  • Did you think he did his pink tipped hair alone?
  • I don’t think so
  • … okay, after a while he did, but not at first!
  • No, at first, Saeran had to go to a hair stylist
  • MC was new to being a stylist, but she did his hair with impeccable care
  • he found that having her do his hair was incredibly soothing, even if the environment was not
  • Until Saeran could learn to do his hair by himself, he went to MC to get his hair dyed and touched up whenever his roots started to show
  • Because of this, he was able to watch her and get an idea of the kind of person she was (namely that was naive enough to fall for her coworkers tricks from time to time)
  • So when he needed to find a person to plant into the RFA, MC immediately came to mind


  • MC had once worked with the agency as a independent consultant
  • She didn’t know any details of their operations
  • All she did was consult on several projects
  • She was also legally gagged and threatened
  • One of the projects she worked on was with Vanderwood directly, but not for any long duration of time
  • And honestly, he didn’t remember her until she remembered him


I want you to feel the light vibration on my body as you lightly strum your finger tips on my back. Let me lay on your chest and get lost in the light beats your heart makes, I want to be taken far far far away to a tropical paradise heated with your body heat. Kiss me lightly on my forehead and make me smile uncontrollably. Let me feel the tremble in your voice when you say ‘I love you’ in your morning voice. Lets make poetry with our bodies, if any errors are made in the process we can always rewrite, over and over again, until its perfect.

Headcanon #9

artemis has a tattoo of a cartoon alien behind her ear from when she lost a bet with wally, and m’gann won’t let her live it down

And Everybody Wanna Taste [oak x reader] [NSFW]

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Requested?: yes m’am! “Your writing is sooooo good! It’s rare to find a good smut writer, and you are great! Can I request some Oak smut, please? Reader is jealous of his new co-star because they play love interests. She finally breaks down and admits her jealousy after a night out drinking with a group that includes the co-star. They get home & he shows his dominate side to prove to her that he belongs to her. There’s just not enough Oak fics! Thank you!”

Summary: After hanging around set and soaking in the experience of watching your love do what he loves, you’re startled by the jealousy that blooms in your chest when watching Oak interact with a new costar- one that conveniently plays his love interest, a role you’re used to filling in Oak’s life. Needless to say, Oak brings out your dom/sub roles (see what I did there??) once alone and squashes your doubt.

Includes: all o’ dat sinny sin sin hunnies (a touch of daddy kink but not a ton, mega dirty talk, some dom/sub dynamics etc etc)

A/N: i made myself turned on while writing this?? goddamn sami u need to chill. also, I added in the (fictionalized) role of dolley madison to the show in this fic, as I figured she’d be the best direct love interest for oak to have in the show since he not only plays madison, but dolley and eliza were friendsies irl. hope that makes sense! sometimes you gotta take a bit of creative license

“Babe, you ready to head to the theatre?”

Oak’s deep voice rolled through the apartment you two shared, washing over you as you slipped a paperback into your bag. You doubt you’d need it, considering you were looking forward to watching Oak work with his craft, but you liked to come prepared.

“Yup, ready when you are!” you called back to him, where he was presumably doing the same as you and getting ready for the afternoon at work.

Oak walked out of your bedroom, bag in tow, and took your hand in his as you walked through the door, locking it behind the two of you.

As you walked to the sub station, you swung your connected hands back and forth. “So, you nervous for working with the new actors?” 

Oak shook his head, swiping a metropass through the turnstile. “Nah. Mainly just nervous for the scenes involving Dolley and James interacting, since that’ll really be my only serious interaction with any of the newbies onstage.”

Previously, a close friend of yours had played the role of Dolley, an instance you had no problem with. You trusted your friend with your whole heart, plus she was a mutual friend between both you and Oak. You’d always been content in the knowledge that absolutely no feelings were shared between the two of them.

But the reminder that someone new would be getting up close and personal with your boyfriend hit you in the face. When Oak had originally told you the first time, it hadn’t quite sunk in, since both Oak and your friend had been fixtures of the Hamilton cast since the beginning of the show. But now, confronted with watching the first practice between Oak and some random new girl, you weren’t quite sure how to feel.

You bit your lip nervously before replying, “I’m sure you’ll do fine babe.”

Oak, not noticing your tension, squeezed your hand softly and gave you a warm smile of thanks in reply.

“Also, I almost forgot, most of the cast is going out for drinks tonight to welcome the new castmembers, and of course you’re invited with the other significant others, so are you down for that?” 

Your stomach dropped slightly. Great. Drinks, likely in some sweaty club with a big crowd and loud music, were a perfect opportunity for new-Dolley to wedge her way into Oak’s personal life.

You shook your head, thinking, God Y/N, have a little faith, will ya?, before replying brightly, “Sure, I’d love to meet everyone!” as the subway car stopped at the correct station.

Oak returned a smile as the two of you stepped off the train and headed for the Richard Rogers. 

“OAKKK!” Daveed bellowed as soon as the two of you were backstage.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling, as you commented, “You guys saw each other yesterday.

Daveed turned to you after finishing an intense bro-hug with Oak, “What? Not my fault you’re always stealin my man. Can’t I be happy to see him?”

You laughed as you headed out to your favorite seat in front of the stage. It was smack in the center, a few rows back, giving you prime vantage point to see your boyfriend and his friends and colleagues work their magic.

Unfortunately, it also gave you prime viewing of new-Dolley, as you’d mentally nicknamed her.

She was gorgeous, with hair flowing like a river as she moved in tandem with Oak during the scenes involving James and Dolley. Lac’s music wrapped the room in warmth, only elevating the mounting jealousy you could feel bubbling up inside. They moved so perfectly together, hips swaying, arms wrapped around each other, deep looks into each others’ eyes. 

Halfway through rehearsal, you couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing your bag, you sped up the aisle to the public restrooms, not wanting to get snagged backstage. 

Once surrounded by the porcelain tiles, you splashed cool water onto your face, willing yourself silently to calm down. You know he’s not going to cheat on you or anything of the sort, you thought, so why so jealous of the other girl? Deep down however, you knew. Whether you liked it or not, and whether Oak believed it or not, the girl was hot. She was slim and trim and graceful and part of his profession and-


You turned to face Pippa, who was silhouetted in the doorway. 

“Oh, uh, yeah?” You discreetly glanced at your watch, having lost track of time.

A warm smile crossed her face as she beckoned to you. “C’mon, we’re all heading out for drinks now, I hope you’re coming with!” 

You managed a weak smile in return and followed her to climb in the Uber with Daveed, Lin, Oak, and Renee. 

Once at the bar, Lin opened up a tab, boisterous as ever, shouting, “Let’s get this party started and show our new members how Hamilton rolls!”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you joined Oak and a few others at a high table. Lin was so energetic that to those who didn’t know him well, he likely already seemed drunk despite being entirely sober.

A voice pulled you out of your thoughts, asking, “Yo, Y/N, you want some shots?”

You turned to find Rafa standing next to you, and grinnned. “Rafael Casal, what are you doing here?”

Rafa lazily replied, jerking a thumb in Daveed’s direction, “Well, Diggs can’t get a girl, so I’m his S.O. for the night. You want some Jack?”

You nodded your head at the dirty blonde, desperately wanting the feel of Jack Daniels slipping down your throat to distract you from your self-imposed misery.

Across the table, Oak and new-Dolley were engaged in conversation, heads close together. You dug your nails into your palm, trying to placate your rising acidity.

Dammit, where was Rafa with those shots?

After several minutes of tension and attempting to tear your eyes away from Oak and his castmate, Rafael returned with a small tray, with four shotglasses neatly balanced on the shiny surface.

You quirked an eyebrow. “Four?”

He smirked at you. “Two each. You need to loosen up or you’ll scare off new-Dolley.”

You stuck your tongue out at your friend. He knew you all too well.

Linking arms, you each grabbed for a shotglass and knocked it back, grinning at each other as the amber liquid burned and then subsided into a satisfying warmth.

Pippa and Jazz, seated cattycorner to the two of you, chanted playfully, “More! More! More!” 

Not wanting to disappoint, you and Rafa pulled a party trick you’d both perfected in college- balancing a shotglass on the tip of your pinky at just the right angle for it to pour into the other’s mouth. 

Pippa and Jazzy cheered at the display, clearly tipsy, before pulling your onto the dancefloor. For a while, you completely forgot about your boyfriend and your worries about his hot new costar, getting lost in the beat with two of your wildest friends. 

After many fast-paced songs, you decided to go for a break and returned to the table to rest. Upon arrival, you noticed that Oak and new-Dolley were still cozied up, and you leaned an elbow on the table, chin in your palm, observing the avant-garde modern art on the walls of the bar and directing your thoughts anywhere but in front of you.

“Um, Y/N?”

You shook your head slightly, clearing your eyes, and turned to find none other than new-Dolley holding a palm out to you. 

“Hi, I’m Kelsey, I play Dolley now. Are you a friend of Oak’s?”

Your body blazed in flame. You gritted your teeth, giving her your signature sugary sweet I’m-not-going-to-destroy-you-because-I’m-polite-but-you-fucked-up smile. “Hmm, you could say that I’m a bit of a friend, I suppose.” you hissed.

Kelsey replied simply with a gracious smile and a “Nice to meet you,” before returning to her seat.

Daveed and Lin shared a look across the table.

Oak, cheeks reddened by the entire situation, slipped off his barstool quickly and strode the short distance over to you. Laying down two twenties onto the table to pick up your shared portion of the tab. As he clapped a hand to Lin’s shoulder in thanks, he announced to the group, “We’re going to head out, Y/N’s got an early start tomorrow and I don’t want her to be too sore from all this partying!” 

His fellow castmates playfully groaned in return but bid you goodbye and goodnight as the two of you made your way outside to the waiting Uber.

Once inside the leather interiored car, Oak slipped a hand over your thigh and spoke lowly, “I lied. The only reason you’ll be sore tomorrow is because of me.”

You swallowed as the car moved towards your apartment, navigating easily through the New York night.

Once home, Oak strode through the door ahead of you, purposefully, as you set your purse and keys onto the small table by the door before heading to your bedroom. Before your feet even made it over the threashold, Oak had you firmly lying on the bed beneath him.

“Baby girl, what got into you tonight?” he intoned.

You struggled to find words. “I’m not sure.”

Oak chuckled, his laugh rumbling through his chest. “I think you know, darling.”

You squirmed beneath him at the proximity of how close he was to you.

“I think you were jealous.” Oak breathed out, air warm as it moved across your skin.

“Maybe.” you bit back at him.

“Well I think you have absolutely no reason to be. You know why?”

“Why, Oak?”

His hands dipped down below your dress, just brushing slightly at the wetness in your panties.

“Because I belong to you, and you belong to me.” he whispered.

“I don’t think that’s as good of a reason as I’m looking for.” you replied, half-kidding, half-serious.

His free hand came to rest at your throat, thumb fluttering in the hollow of your neck. Oak’s lips closed the distance to graze his next words over your slightly parted ones.

“Would you like me to show you?”

Yes. Everything.

You could only manage the smallest of nods. 

“Out loud, Y/N.” Oak’s quiet insistence fell hot on the shell of your ear.

You wet your lips with your tongue. Decided. Truthfully, you’d decided as soon as the first sip of Jack Daniels made it down your throat.

“Yes. Oak.”

The first word was a response, but the second was pure desperation. Both of them Oak lapped up with a growl and another sobriety-banishing kiss.

When he drew back that time, he did it fully, releasing your wrists and parting your bodies with a backward step. You could see the rise and fall of his chest and you were sure your own wasn’t faring much better.

This is happening.

“Safeword.” He was dead serious. Your heart leapt into your throat.

Oh god, oh fuck. Happening. Finally.


You received a single nod to your blurted safeword, and it was your only warning before Oak made the gap between you two disappear again. This time his hands found the small of your back. For whatever reason, even more than the kiss, the intimacy budding now felt volatile. On a hair-trigger, a torrent of lust could come rushing down and bury you both; molten, devastating.

And then Oak opened his mouth.

Pressing kisses down your skin as he slipped off your dress, he spoke, “I know you want to feel owned, sweetheart. Possessed. Possessed like your very existence is defined by the need to do exactly as you’re told, and then beg daddy for more. More of what? Well that doesn’t fucking matter. What matters is that you’re mine, and you belong to me, and you know it. Just as how I belong to you. We’re inseparable. We fit together like puzzle pieces.”

Oak paused in his monologue as he slipped off your bra and panties before continuing.

“I know you try to pretend. Pretend like I don’t have absolute power and control over you. A power to make you feel sexy. Insatiable. To be mine in every fucking way because only I know that that is exactly what you want. Exactly what you need. A power you give me to make you my whore. My whore, hungry and eager to be a slut for me. Only for me. And you know what? I would never have eyes for another woman after experiencing a life with you. The amount of trust and love you’ve placed within me to provide you pleasure by humiliation. To know your deepest darkest secrets without judgement or shame. I could never ever find this love and trust with any woman but you, Y/N.”

You gasped a shuddering breath in. “Oak…” you groaned out.

Oak’s fingers swiped a gentle stripe up your slit. “You’re already wet at the thought of my hard cock filling your pretty pussy, aren’t you? Oh baby girl, don’t even try to deny it. I see it written all over your beautiful face.”

All you could do is moan in response as Oak continued his artful torture.

“Do you see the way I look down at you, my eyes heavy with lust and drinking in every inch of your beautiful sexy body? Do you see the way I kneel and slip my hands into the crook of both legs, behind your knees, and spread those sexy fucking legs wide? Do you my love?”

You nodded at Oak’s emphasis of his adoration for you, his reassurance that not matter what, he’d choose you over any silly costar.

He continued. “Good. Now lay back. Lay back so I can taste my pussy. I want to play with my toy.”

Oak leaned forward, tongue licking a wide stripe up your slit, collecting the wetness on his tongue. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good baby.”

He began to go to work, alternating attention to your sensitive clit and your dripping wet pussy. Your hands went to bury themselves in his hair, more grown out than usual.

“Ah ah- take your hands off me.”

You refused to follow Oak’s instruction, hips bucking against his mouth and tongue as he slipped two fingers into your pussy.

“I said hands off. Now. You won’t be ready for this cock until you’ve cum on my face first.” he scolded, pulling his fingers away from your aching core.

You moved them to your sides, clenching at the bedsheets as Oak’s thick fingers returned.

“Good girl. And mmmm… baby girl I’m making such a mess of your cunt. Such a wet greedy mess. But I know you love it. And I love showing you how much I love you.”

You moaned out in response to Oak’s statement, “Fuck, Oak, you feel too damn good-” threading your hands through his hair once again.

“Ah ah. Hands. Off. Out of my hair. I warned you. Do you want this cock?” he questioned while circling your clit roughly with the pad of his thumb. “Answer me sweetheart. Do you want this cock?”

“God Oak, please fuck me, please I just want to be filled with your cock.”

“Hmmm of course you do baby girl, of course you want daddy’s cock. You’re so fucking hungry baby.”

“Fuck daddy, you’re going to make me cum, fuck-”

Your statement was cut off by your own piercing moan, as Oak’s skilled fingers and tongue brought you to a crescendo of pleasure, tipping you off the cliff of your orgasm.

Oak fucked you through it with his fingers, murmuring, “Mmm… oh my… good girl. Fuck, I love it when you lose control like that.”

After a few blinding moments where you could barely catch your breath, you blearily opened your eyes and reached for Oak, bringing his lips to yours in a firm kiss. 

When you both pulled away, Oak smiled at you warmly, praising, “You’ve done well baby girl. I think you’re ready for me now. Turn around for me, up on all fours.”

Rising onto your hands and knees, you positioned yourself in the center of the bed as Oak walked behind you, slipping off his own clothing.

“God, you look delicious. Fuck, baby girl, how could you think I could ever want another woman when I have your gorgeous, intelligent and fiery soul all to myself?”

Though Oak’s words warmed your heart and lit up your love, you could only let out a strangled moan as the thick head of his cock parted your soaked folds and began to stretch your pussy.

“Mmmm, yes. Oh baby girl, I love the way you take my cock. So tight but so yielding, so wet… so tight… so fucking hot… fuck.”

You reflexively arched your back in response to Oak’s statement, wanting only to have his cock further inside of you. He held your hips as you bounced your ass back towards his hips, allowing him to fuck you hard.

“Fuck, daddy, you feel so fucking good in my pussy, god I needed you all of tonight-”

“Tell daddy what you need.”

“I need your cock filling me up, pounding into me, please I just need you to keep fucking me.”

Oak let out a moan of his own. “Yes, that’s right. You need my cock. You need me to fuck you like this, slamming my entire thick, hard cock into you. Pounding your cunt. Fucking ruining you. Fucking you the way I know you love it.”

His thick length was merciless, rubbing at the most sensitive spots of your walls. He hit home, thrusting at just the right angle to apply pressure to your g spot, and you moaned so loudly the neighbors below likely heard.

But you didn’t care.

“Good. Good girl that’s it, I love pulling your hair like that, hearing you moan like that.” Oak praised as you crept closer and closer to your second orgasm of the night.

“Fuck, fuck, Oak- fuck, I’m going to cum, I’m going to-”

“Do it. Come for me, baby girl. Fall to pieces all over my fucking cock. Explode for me. Be a good girl for me and cum for me.”

You let out a scream as your orgasm came tumbling over you, sparking every nerve ending in your body and blinding your vision.

Oak followed you seconds later, thrusting through your orgasm and his own before collapsing beside you, spent.

After your breathing slowly began to even out, you eased your eyes open and looked at Oak beside you, who was already admiring your beautiful features.

You smiled softly. “Thank you.”

He pulled you into his arms, tucking your head into his strong chest as he rubbed a hand over your back soothingly. “I just wanted to make sure you felt loved and appreciated, baby girl. I truly would never trade my relationship with you for anything in the world.”

“Yes, but you still have a very hot costar to look at all day-” you jokingly pandered, but got cut off by Oak cheekily pinching at your ass.

“Do you honestly think that I ever look at any other woman after seeing your gorgeous body undressed for me? No m’am.” he clucked, and you giggled in response.

“I love you, Oak.”

“I love you, Y/N, and I always will.”

that’s all folks! please reblog and leave a comment!!

If Barry was Savitar

Current Barry has ruined several future Barrys’ lives by messing with the timeline.

On Legends we’re seeing a version of Eobard trying to outrun time and death to escape being erased.

What if Savitar is the same? He is the version of Barry that would have existed if Barry never went back and saved his mother, and then erased it, causing Flashpoint. He learned to go faster than ever before because he had to in order to escape being erased like everything else about his timeline, and it’s driven him insane trying to keep going fast enough to escape his fate, a fate he blames on the version of Barry that exists now.

Sure, there’s a version of that timeline that DOES still exist, but in Barry’s reality that timeline was wiped out. Maybe normally, that other Barry would have been wiped out easily too, but he was running when it happened, when the shockwave struck, and was able to outrun it until he suddenly found himself in the past (or maybe future) only it clearly wasn’t his past or future. He couldn’t go back home because home for him no longer exists; the other Barry had stolen his life.

Remember Savitar said Barry took everything from him so now he’s going to take everything from Barry. Maybe he tried again and again to figure out a way to get home, until he realized that could never happen. Then constantly going faster and faster to escape the Black Flash started to mess with him too. He visited world after world, reality after reality, challenging other speedsters so he’d finally get fast enough to beat The Flash he once was.

This lost version of Barry has become so twisted, he isn’t even really Barry anymore. He’s willing to kill Iris to prove a point to his other self, because it’s not HIS Iris after all, Barry killed her, killed everyone, destroyed everything. Why should that Barry get what he wants, when this Barry lost everything? 

So imagine everything plays out as we expect with it leading to the showdown when Iris should die, but they’re ready for it, they have everything planned as best they can, but when they overtake Savitar they finally learn who he really is. Maybe Barry tackles him and the guise falls away. He’s no metal monster, he’s just a speedster in a suit very much like Barry’s only it’s blue, and his lightning is so different it’s not even really blue to match but white.

Our Barry gets the mask off of this other man to see his own face, though maybe twenty or thirty years older, looking back at him.

“How could you do this? All those people. You were willing to kill Iris!”

“Because you killed mine! You erased everyone. You took my life, my whole world, and all because of what? For some selfish wish you didn’t even follow through on? You have to pay for what you did. I’ll make you pay for what you did to me…”

(god, I would just LOVE to see a twisted Barry at some point)


yixing rescuing his jongin

jeremys nervous tics hcs

-he constantly chews on his lips. it’s more of a gradual thing until he really starts to get nervous and he ends up pulling more of his lip and chewing harder
-he has v chapped lips bc of this
-sometimes michael has to calm him down bc he’s making his lip bleed
- he wrings his hands when he’s giving presentations
- he would rather put them in his pockets but a teacher called him out on that once and he’s been super conscious about it since (especially post squip)
- he bounces his leg a lot
- if he’s getting super nervous (like he’s abt to get called to do a presentation or smth) his leg bouncing gets Rlly Intense and shakes his desk
- this isn’t a nervous tic but he stares a lot. sometimes he turns his head towards a wall and gets lost in thought until someone thinks he’s looking at them and he does this deer in the headlights look and jerks his head so he’s looking down at his desk
- a lot of the time he’ll get lost in thought while staring at michael
- michael doesn’t mind
- he taps beats out on paper when he listens to music

Say You Won’t Let Go (L.H.)

Originally posted by lashtons

A/N: I didn’t even realize that I had this as a request in my ask, but I was inspired by the song so I already started writing this. To the persont that asked me to write this with Calum, I’m sorry but I thought it’d be nice with Luke. Also, that’s a future reference to people that send me requests. If I have a good idea for the request, I’ll write it. If not, I leave them in my ask as references in case I suddenly get inspiration. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this x

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“It’s just one night out, Y/N. C'mon, we all deserve it…you deserve it,” my friend, Katie, tried persuading me. 

I shook my head from where I was lounging on the couch of our shared apartment. “No, it’s okay. I’m content with staying here. You guys go out and have fun.”

Katie wasn’t having any of it. “Nope. I refuse to allow you to spend your first day of semester break sitting on a couch watching Netflix. You’re coming out with us tonight and we’re gonna get you pissed drunk.”

I sighed. I didn’t want to get pissed drunk and be incredibly hungover tomorrow morning. 

Katie saw my expression and toned down a bit. “Please? You always turn down parties and outings with us since you had to study, but now it’s sem break! You deserve a night out.”

I groaned as she gave me a pout. “Fine, but only this one time.”

She jumped up and cheered. “Yes! Now, go get ready! We have to leave soon.

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