gods an itch

Bunny Boy

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: I honestly don’t know where y’all are coming from with all that Daddy Jungkook nonsense. The boy is obviously a sub so I wrote this to prove a point (I’m kidding but still) Listen to this while reading the smut, trust me. 

The modern world is a tough but opportunity filled world for a woman. To be able to seize those opportunities, a woman has to be capable, relentless, with almost savage ambition and attitude. Otherwise the most she can hope for is sit on the side-lines and pray to not be trampled over. You were not that kind of woman. You knew what you wanted and how to get it. This was your world.

You didn’t have a lot of patience with men. You were successful as well as a beautiful and a lot of men chased after you, for your beauty or for your money it didn’t matter, either way they were greedy to get their hands on you, and you shunned them all. You were well aware of your merits and you flaunted them. You weren’t the kind of woman to affect meekness to please men.

But the sweet innocent young intern who fell into your hands a few months ago was special. You had a weak spot for Jungkook. You adored the way he spoke to you so bashfully, the way he followed you around like a lost puppy, and the painfully obvious crush he had on you. The lust he had for you was so pure and illogically innocent that you couldn’t help teasing him. You would frequently invite him into the privacy of your office under the pretence of wanting to teach him something or go over some business thing or another, and he would be greeted with plunging necklines or a glimpse of your garter belt. You loved watching his face as he valiantly tried to keep eye contact, all flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelashes.

This time wasn’t any different but you were planning to take things a bit further.

“Sit down, baby bun.” You gesture for Jungkook when he enters the room, cheeks tinted red despite his familiarity with the nickname.

Jungkook stutters through the first few words of the message he was relaying to you before picking up enough courage along the way to string together meaningful sentences.

You already knew everything he was going to say, the actions of the business partner he was speaking of were predictable to you, his words old and tired. So you used that time to admire Jungkook instead.

The drastic divide between his body and his face was truly remarkable. Jungkook had the body of a man; he was tall with long muscled legs that he loved to show off in tight pants that clung to them and showcased his thighs. God, his thighs. When you first saw him in those ridiculous black pants, you had to actively stop yourself from drooling and dropping to your knees in front of him. And even though you had never seen him shirtless, you were sure that underneath his white shirts were rock hard abs.

Even his neck was thick and wiry, enticing you to paint it with the colors of your passion. But his face was another matter entirely, it’s like god was playing a game of mashup with the angels when he made him. He had the most innocent doe eyes you’ve ever seen, and his nose was large and prominent, but it fit his sweet face perfectly. His lips were thin, hardly concealing his two front teeth, the cause of your nickname for him. You knew it was unoriginal, he probably heard it a million times before, but he would always blush and his eyes would light up whenever you called him that, and couldn’t bear denying him of that little joy.

“Very good, bunny.” You say after Jungkook is finished relaying the message to you and informing you of how he responded to the annoying business partner on your behalf. You may have indulged yourself greatly when you hired the lovely boy but he proved himself more than capable in the few short months he’s been here, and you trusted his judgment enough to divert to him some of the less urgent business matters. “You’ve handled that very well.”

He blushed under your praise and you could see him perk up. “In fact, you’ve done excellently this whole month. You’ve dealt with everything I’ve thrown your way and came back for more. You must be exhausted by it all. I think you deserve a little break, don’t you agree?”

His head snapped up, “No, I don’t want a break!”

You chuckled at his earnestness, and he looked away in embarrassment, fiddling with his fingers.

He must have taken your words to mean that you were giving him some time off. You wouldn’t, neither of you wanted that and so you were quick to clarify. “All I meant is that you’re young. You shouldn’t spend all your time cooped up in a dusty office. Young men like you should be out there having fun and burning the city to the ground.”

“I’m fine, really, ___-sshi”

“Oh bunny, I know you’re too loyal to me to complain. That’s why I have the perfect solution.”

He looked at you curiously as you went around your desk and sat on the chair opposite his, “Halloween is coming up. It’s my favorite holiday so I’m throwing a little party back at my house and you’re invited.” You winked at him and he fidgeted.

“Your house… I don’t know, ___-sshi”

“Oh come on, I absolutely love Halloween. It would mean so much to me if you came.” You leaned forward, using the excuse of gushing over the holiday to flash him a view of your cleavage. His eyes snap down to your breasts and back up so fast you would’ve been sure you imagined it if you didn’t see the guilty look on his face.

“And you’ve worked so hard, bunny. You’ve been such a good boy. You deserve it.” You rested your hand on his thigh and began rubbing it gently, appearing in every way to be an innocuous gesture but you knew the effect it would have on him. “Won’t you come, baby bun?”

You saw his mind struggling to not twist your words even though they were intentionally loaded. “I…” he cleared his throat when his voice came out squeaky and he tried again, but not with any better luck, “I’ll be there”

“Excellent! I knew my baby bun would never say no to me.” You clapped your hands, and graciously nodded when Jungkook asked to excuse himself, pretending not to notice the slight bulge in his pants.

It was 11:45. You had spent the last four hours scanning the crowd assembled in your house for that familiar toothy smile but there was no sign of it. You had started the night excited and lively, but time passed your demeanour gradually changed. You were beyond disappointed. Maybe you had misjudged the boy and he wasn’t what you made him out to be.

You felt silly in the outfit you were wearing. You had picked it out specifically to tease Jungkook: Leather halter crop top, leather mini skirt over sheer black lace thigh highs, six inch heels, coupled with a burgundy faux fur coat. You pulled said coat tightly around yourself, wanting nothing more than to rip everything off your body and change into your comfy pajamas. You had gotten plenty of attention tonight, that’s for sure, but none of it was welcome.

You were debating whether or not you should ask your guests to leave, you were in no mood to entertain people, when you caught a glimpse of jet black hair by the door. You rushed forward and grabbed the arm of the escaping boy, “And where do you think you’re going?”

“Ah, ___-sshi! I was just g-going out for s-some fresh air.” He stuttered, trying not to blatantly stare at you. You let your coat slide a little down your shoulder, suddenly feeling confident in your choice.

“I’m hurt, baby bun. You show up to my party hours late and you’re already leaving. Do you hate my company so much?”

“N-no, it’s not like that, ___-sshi. I lov- I mean, I enjoy your company very much.”

“You’re not even wearing a costume.” You pout, eyeing his outfit. You couldn’t deny that he looked delicious in that wine red shirt and suit jacket, and where those suspenders? God, help you, your hands itched to grab onto them and pull him into a searing kiss. But despite how delectable he looked, the clothes he wore would have fit right in with his normal work attire.

“I am.” He waved a headband in front of your face before putting it on, the black bunny ears blending perfectly with his black hair and shy bunny smile.

You couldn’t help the giggles that fell out of your mouth. Jungkook’s face turned the color of a ripe tomato and he ripped the headband from his head and tried to escape again.

“No, bunny, wait” You held onto him tightly, refusing to let him leave. You felt horrible for laughing but you weren’t laughing at him. You were just giddy by the obvious sign of his infatuation with you, and you realized that the reason he was late was because he was scared and not because he was rejecting you.

“I like it, keep it on.” You took the headband from his hands and placed it on his head then gently patted his cheek. “There, now my baby bun looks perfect.” You could feel the heat wafting through his cheeks to your fingers and smiled, “I’m gonna go get us something to drink.”

You used that excuse to slip away and give a word to the DJ who you had previously instructed to play a specific song when you gave him the go-ahead.

When you made your way back to Jungkook with drinks in your hand, you found him cornered by a girl who looked to be around his age. You had to admit that she was stunning, with a fiery mess of hair and legs that went on for days. If your sight wasn’t set on the boy she was attempting to chat up, you would have taken her to your room instead. However you were too intent on Jungkook, and the hand she had over his chest and the way he got flustered under her touch didn’t sit well with you.

You stepped up to them and cleared your throat, “I leave you for a minute and you’re already being prepositioned. I’m gonna have to keep a closer eye on you from now on.” You looked pointedly at the girl, “Why don’t you go lay your traps somewhere else, darling. This one’s already taken.” You gave him his drink and splayed your hand low on his stomach which almost caused him to spill his drink on you. The girl huffed and held her head arrogantly before leaving to look for someone else.

You heard Jungkook mumbling something in wonder that sounded suspiciously like ‘taken’ so you asked him to speak up.

“N-nothing, ___-sshi. I’m sorry for what happened.” He looked truly remorseful as if it was his fault.

“It’s alright, bunny. Nothing happ- Oh I love this song! Let’s dance.” You cut yourself off when you heard the song you had requested blast through the sound system, and you quickly set your drinks down to tug the sputtering Jungkook towards the dance floor.

“I don’t know, ___-sshi. I can’t dance.”

“Oh, nonsense, you just need a good partner, and I happen to be very good.” You give him a wink before resting a hand on his shoulder. He was too concentrated on his hand that you had placed on your lower back to protest any further.

The sensual salsa music flowed into your ears and you let your body be carried by it. You were almost as much a slave to its beckoning as Jungkook was to yours. Your eyes filled with sultry promises and your body moulded to his own, leaving no room for thought.

Jungkook tried his best to stay away but his body was like a comet pulled to the sun, his hips swivelling obediently with the turns of your ass. You could feel the hardness in his pants against you, and you turned around to face him.

“See, I told you, you would like this.” The hand that was resting on his shoulder ran down his back till it reached the firmness of his cheeks. You give it a light squeeze and his hips stuttered forward into your abdomen.

“A-ah, excuse me, ___-sshi. I need to use the bathroom.” Jungkook slipped away from your arms as soon as the song was done. He scurried in the direction you had pointed him towards, almost running.

You had no doubt to what Jungkook would be doing. You had intentionally directed him to the bathroom upstairs so you two could have a little privacy for what was to come.

You gave him a little time to get started before you followed him upstairs, silently padding to the bathroom. You pressed your ears against the door and heard the slick sound of his hand moving over his length and the muffled moans he was trying to hide. You always knew Jungkook would be vocal.

“Is everything alright in there, bunny. You sound like you’re in pain.” You had to suppress the giggles threatening to burst out of you.

“___-sshi! W-what are you doing h-here?” Jungkook yelped, struggling to hide the need in his voice.

“You were taking a long time so I came to check up on you.”

“I’m fine. I’ll be right out. You go back to the party, don’t worry about me.” Jungkook was trying to get rid of you so he could take care of the problem you had created but you were not about to give him that and throw all your work away.

“I don’t know, bunny. I can’t leave you like this. I’m coming in.”

“NO, DON’T-“

All the rooms in your house didn’t have locks except your own, a useful vestige from the days you used to have your subs living here before you got too caught up with work to care for them. You had designed the house that way to catch any disobedient sub trying to give himself relief from your punishments. Oh, how you missed those days. Maybe Jungkook will be your solution to that.

Jungkook was seated on the closed lid of the toilet and his hands were clasped in front of his junk. He was too mortified to even try reaching for something to cover himself with for fear that he would expose himself to you.

“Now, what do we have here?” You stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind and leaning on it so no one could get it. “Someone is being naughty.”

“It’s not what it looks like, ___-sshi.”

“Really? Because it sure looks like my little bunny was jerking himself off. Tell me did the girls in the party get you hot?”

“No” He shook his head vigorously.

“Then was it that redheaded girl? She was pretty hot. Were you thinking about her? Imagining what her hands would feel like on your cock instead of your own? Or maybe you were imagining her hot, wet mouth on you, is that it?”

“No! That’s not it at all.” Hot with emotion, he moved to stand up but then remembered his state and abruptly sat down again, squeezing his legs together in an effort to maintain what was left of his modesty.

“Then could it be because of me?” His head shot up at that and his mouth started moving wordlessly like a fish struggling to breath out of water. “Was my bunny thinking bad, dirty thoughts while I was dancing with him? Is my innocent young bun not that innocent after all?”


You cut him off with a laugh, “Oh come on, Jungkookie. I just caught you jacking off to the thought of me. We’re past formalities now, don’t you think? Why don’t you call me noona.”

“N-noona?” He squeaked. You could tell he liked that.

“Yes, baby. Now tell me, is this all for me? Does baby bun want to fuck noona?”

Jungkook squeezed his legs together more but this time it was in an attempt to relief his growing arousal at your words and having you here watching him.

“It’s OK, sweetheart. I don’t mind. You’re a young boy and you can’t help yourself. But now you’ve gotten noona all hot and bothered.”

Jungkook titled his head in confusion, his lips slightly parted, and a thrill went to your core at the sight of him. “You can’t leave me hanging like that. I want to see you finish yourself off.”

Jungkook ducked his head down in embarrassment, “That’s dirty, noona.” He protested but you could clearly see him shiver at the idea.

“Well, you’re a dirty boy. I want to see you make a mess of yourself. Won’t you do it for me, baby boy?” You ran your tongue across your bottom lip and looked to where his hands where still clasped in front of his crotch, and as if by hypnosis, he slowly unlaced them and looked at you hesitantly.

“Go on, bunny.” That was all he needed to start touching himself again. He was still hard, your presence only serving to excite him further. His hands moved swiftly over his length and he avoided eye contact with you.

“Tsk tsk, slow down, bunny. I want to see and remember everything.”  

He still refused to look at you but he slowed down, his hand more deliberate. You chose not to push him, waiting for him to process things at his own pace, but you talked to him, looking to give him courage. “You’re doing great, baby. You look so good; I couldn’t take my eyes off of you when you came in. I wanted to do all manners of dirty things to you. And to think you would have run away and deprived me of such a delicious sight.”

Your words were like a spell on Jungkook; he moaned out and spread his thighs apart, finally giving you a clear view of what he was packing. The boy never disappointed, even in this. He was thick and long, not outrageously so but definitely a size that had you squirming with the desire to jump on him. He lightly traced the veins on the underside of his cock and brushed his thumb over the head, precum leaking over his fingers.

“Can I go faster, noona?”

“Yes, baby, but don’t cum before I tell you to. I’m not done admiring you. God, how can you look and do such sinful things and still be so innocent. Boys with your kind of look and with cocks like that would have girls fighting to be with them, and yet here you are masturbating in the bathroom in the middle of a party like a little slut. What would the guests think if they saw you like that? It’s one thing to be caught fucking someone but this? Touching yourself for noona, being a good boy for her, what would Miss Red think?”

“Please, don’t tell them.” Jungkook looked ashamed but the slide of his hand over his length only increased in speed.

“Of course I won’t, bunny. This scene is only for my eyes to see. Have you got that?” Your tone turned serious with that last question and Jungkook finally looked at you, “Yes, noona, only you”

It quickly became apparent why Jungkook was refusing to look you in the eye before, because as soon as he did and he saw the dark lust swirling dangerously there, his arousal increased tenfold, “Noonaaa, can I cum now? I need to cum now.” He whined, and the desperation in his voice gave you life.

“Not yet, baby. You need to show noona that you really want it.”

“I do, I swear I do. I need to cum so bad. Please let me cum, please.”

“I’ll let you cum but first I have something for you.” You pulled a thin leather choker from your pocket with a little pendant on it that said Baby Bun. You weren’t planning on giving it to him so soon. You were worried that would scare the inexperienced boy away, but you simply couldn’t stop yourself. You didn’t know if after tonight he would come back to you or even his job anymore and you needed to see it on him at least once.

“Can I put it on, baby?” Jungkook nodded and you leaned down to lock it around his neck from behind. Your hair brushed against his nose and he breathed in, the smell liquefying his brain. You pulled back when you were done but you didn’t move away. Your hand went to cup his cheek and your thumb brushed over his lips, “You can cum now, bunny.”

His pants hit your face as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. With his hand a blur over his cock and the pendant quivering with his shivering body, he came. You quickly stepped away so your clothes wouldn’t be ruined but you kept your eyes on him. He cried out with his orgasm and the loss of your scent next to him.

How you wished you could take a picture of him now. His hand was still wrapped around softening length, the entirety of it and quite a bit of his shirt and pants stained with his orgasm. His cheeks were colored a light pink but you couldn’t tell if it was from arousal or embarrassment when his eyes were pinning you down in place.

You stepped closer to him timidly, scared to disturb the masterpiece in front of you. You brushed his sweaty bangs from his face and your heart skipped a beat at how much more manly he looked with them swept to the side. You scrapped that thought for later and leaned down to press a kiss to his damp forehead.

He gave a slight whimper at the touch of your lips and you pulled back, holding his gaze with yours and thumbing the choker, “Will you keep this, bunny?”

“Always, noona.”

Authors’s Note: There will be a part 2 to this :))

Tricks and Treats

Tricks and Treats

Words: 4880 (what even?)

Pairings: Moxiety (oops) and implied Prince-logic (if you squint, it’s starting up kinda.)

Summary: It’s Halloween: Patton is in charge of costumes while Roman is in charge of adventures this years. What could possibly go wrong..? Maybe a poor decision to visit the dragon witch could…

Possible Triggers: blood, near death experiences

AN: I have never written a fic like this before, especially for the sides, so if they’re a bit out of character, I apologize. This… This was supposed to be short… Enjoy?

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I wholeheartedly agree @skeletonpie1013 - Ohm is allowed to have bad days too, he’s only human, he’s allowed to skip someone’s joke if he doesn’t feel like it and I don’t think it had anything to do with Cartoonz in particular, honestly. Plus those matches (I assume you’re talking about R6) are only pieces of an entire session, who wouldn’t be bummed if they might have lost three matches in a row and have yet to get good enough rounds to post? We all know and love out try-hard Ohm, he tends to get unhinged by stuff like that. And like, have you seen their ranked matches and the Ben and Ed stuff? Lol I don’t see any problem between them, far from it, honestly. Cartoonz obviously has no problem with people shipping them, he’s old enough and knows who he is, he just likes poking fun at it, and neither does Ohm if I had to guess, he’s the one who brought it up in the first place and I feel as long as it doesn’t make the other uncomfortable interacting with him he’s chill about it as well. Definitely agree though that it doesn’t have to be shoved in their faces, please be chill people. Sometimes he has a bad day and just isn’t in the mood for those jokes, just as Cartoonz gets sometimes tilted as well, he’s just more likely to put a name on as to why he is pissed, which in inference gives people less to speculate about why he’s ‘being an ass’, when he really is just not in the best mood.

Again, for Ohm I feel like it’s a sign that he’s comfortable around someone if he does let his emotional state peek through, back in like 2014 he never, ever used to do that and I’m proud of him that as time goes on he became more liberal with them. Cartoonz’ way to not sugar-coat anything is actually perfect for someone like Ohm, as he tends to have issues figuring out what the problem is when he stepped on someone’s foot without realising and the other just being silently pissed at him.

TL;DR, their friendship keeps growing stronger everyday, I don’t even think he would mind meeting up with Cartoonz, after all he did bitch at Cartoonz once or twice about him landing in Chicago waiting for another flight and not telling him lol.

I’ve watched Ohm for so long, and so, so few times did I ever see him interact with someone like he does it with Cartoonz. When you see him play with people like Vanoss and Moo for example in their GTA V vids very recently, you can actually feel him holding back to an extent. It seems like a more professional environment than goofing around with friends if you will (no, I’m not saying they’re not friends, just that he is not as comfortable around them as he is with others).

So no, there’s nothing negative going on between them and I actually look forward to every video of theirs that has the other in it because I’m in love with their friendship.

Then Again P12  Peter Parker x Reader

Author’s Note:

Hello, everyone! 

First: Thank you so much to everyone who’s reblogged this fic, commented on it, and sent me such lovely messages! It means so much more than I can ever say 🌷🌷🌷

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 13

Without further ado, a testament to my favorite trope:

Then Again, Part 12:

(Word count: 1,439)

The whole idea of being honest seems like a bad one. I’ve been telling Aunt May and Ned this since they tried to push it on me. The thought of following their advice is uncomfortable enough that I want to resist it - and MJ’s idea - a smidge (minimum).

I’ll just wear one of Y/N’s shirts. She and MJ wear each other’s clothes all the time.

Back in the bathroom, I brush my teeth, pop in my retainers, and open her bag. Under a pair of jeans is a plain black t-shirt. Perfect. I have to yank the collar down to get my head through… and it is definitely tight… but it’s better than nothing.

What has my time in the suit trained me for, if I can’t wear a girl’s shirt?

I look in the mirror. Shit. The collar has turned my hair into a mess and underneath, it’s like I’ve tried on a child’s shirt. This is ridiculous.

As I attempt to maneuver my arm out of the left shoulder sleeve, I tug a bit too forcefully and hear a tear, suddenly losing balance and hitting the wall with the entire right side of my body. Shit. There’s a clear crack in the yellow paint. My head stings. I scramble to my feet and try again.

It takes what feels like ten minutes to get the shirt off without ripping it. I fold it and put it back. Never again.

I turn off the bathroom light and pad through the room as quietly as I can. I open the closet door near the window and reach for the blankets stored on the top shelf. Nothing. I check again with the light of my phone. Nothing at all. I’m going to strangle Ned and MJ tomorrow. What were they thinking? It’s way too cold for this.

I’ll still sleep on the floor, I decide. I’ll use my towel as a blanket… once it’s dry.

My heart is pounding. It’s chilly and the only blanket in the room is attached to Y/N, on the bed.

What would Aunt May say?

For once, I don’t know. I mean, Y/N and I just had a fight that I haven’t had the chance to make right yet. The competition is tomorrow. It’s late and she’s asleep. The situation between us is… stalled.

What’s the logical thing to do?

Get in the bed. Shift some of the blanket over. Get warm while the towel gets dry. Get out of the bed. Sleep on the floor with the towel.

It’s not the best plan, but I like it more than I need to.

Gingerly, I tiptoe to the bed and climb in. I stay as still as possible while I drag a corner of the comforter toward myself. It’s so warm. For the sake of body heat, I inch a smidge closer. I scrunch up part of the blanket to wrinkle a mini wall of fabric between us. That’s as much personal space as I can make, given the size of the bed. I’m so close that even if my senses weren’t hyped up, I’d be able to smell her hair across the pillow. God, I love her shampoo.

Dude, knock it off.

Like I’ve told myself a million times, I need to not make things so weird. At least she can’t hear my thoughts. Thank God.

I lie on my back and stare at the ceiling. Even though I wanted her to be awake when I got back, maybe this is better. There’s so much I have to say tomorrow, this extra time is probably for the best.

I turn my head toward her - or rather, the mountain of blanket with a face. I don’t come up with stupid scenarios about why we’re sleeping beside one another in a hotel bed or any other What If questions my brain is aching to invent. Instead, I go over all the shit she’s gone through this week because of me. I go over everything I need to own up to and everything I need to say to her in the morning. Maybe it’s selfish or pathetic, but I let myself hope that tonight was stupid and wrong and mostly my fault, but not irreparable. I imagine that forgiveness is on the table. That’s it. That’s all I have a right to consider anymore.

Maybe I can’t be with her the way I want to. Not now, maybe not ever. And yeah, it sucks. I mean, since the start, and I’m ready to admit now that it started way before October, it’s been so different with her. It’s almost terrifying. It’s not the same kind of crush I’ve had before, like with Liz or anybody else. I know her, I really know her and I care about her like crazy. And I think about her all the time, too.

But none of this matters. It’s not happening. I can’t be with her like that and it’s obvious now more than ever. The vital part is how I can be with her, and with Ned and MJ, almost every day for the foreseeable future. I can just enjoy her- their presence without any strings. If things only go back to normal, that’s enough. It has to be.

What if she really doesn’t forgive me, though? What if I’ve really crossed the last line this time?

The same heaviness is pressing into my chest like before, a pressure that reminds me of swimming too deep underwater.

I need to remember what Aunt May said. If anybody is willing to give second chances, it’s almost always her. Then again, which chance was I even on tonight? I’ve run through too many to count.

I close my eyes. God, I wish I could turn brain off.

Why didn’t I just talk to her when she came here earlier? It seems impossible that fewer than twelve hours ago she hugged me and I shrugged her off. I can’t believe I actually let myself think of her like I did, as if she would do any of those things or, more importantly, as if any of it was even my business to begin with.

I’m such an idiot. I should’ve -

A twisting sound snaps my eyes open.

Y/N starts moving beside me. She awkwardly shifts positions with slow and mechanical movements until she’s lying on her back, her arm thrown over her eyes.

The red light from the alarm clock allows me to just barely trace the faint outline of her hand a few inches from my face. It reminds me of the first time we met, a memory that would usually make me laugh, and of the fact that handshakes are our main form of physical contact. And that it’s not exactly as if we shake hands all that often. 

It suddenly reminds me of all the tiny distances and boundaries that exist within our friendship, the ones that keep us from being as close to each other as we are the Ned and MJ. Just the shadow of her hand reminds me of how badly I wish everything could be different.

None of this matters right now. Let it go.

I breathe out. Try to clear my head. I think of that counting exercise Mr. Stark told me about. One. Two. Three. Four. Four, three, two, one. One. Two. Three. Four. Four, three, two, one.

One thought refuses to stop though. The same one as all week.

Despite everything, Y/N is still the only person I want to be around right now, the only person I actually want to talk to about this stuff, the only person I know would listen and really, really understand it all. But then again, after everything, maybe not… even if I could tell her.

Fear and anxiety churn in my stomach.

For a split-second, I stop thinking and let myself do a stupid thing.

I reach out, slowly, and trace her fingers with my own. I’m about to take her hand in mine, just for a moment, before I think better of it. I draw my hand back to my chest, the sudden absence of her skin making my own fingers itch. 

God, why am I constantly so weird around her?

“I’m serious about what I said before,” I whisper, needing to confess one final time tonight. “I’m really, really sorry. Anything you decide is suitable, I’ll do whatever you want if it helps you forgive me. I swear, I never meant to be such a jerk and I’ll never act like that again. Please, just tell me what you want me to do.”

I exhale and push my palms into my eyes. I need to turn my brain off.

But then a warm hand touches my shoulder.


Part 13

Part 13 spoilers (since the next chapter isn’t for another week 😉)

Next Update: November 17

It will be a shorter chapter (only 2 pages), but I have a little guess that you guys may enjoy it anyway :)

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Crushing Waters [Part 3]

Ayyyy, hope everyone’s ready for some more of this mess of a fic! I’m hoping to make it into more of a thing than just leaving it here, but it’s likely that it’ll turn into random drabbles after the ‘Crushing Waters’ timeline/plot has run its course

You can find all about this au here

Part 1 & Part 2


“So, what are we gunna do with big, scary and scaly?”

Hunk looked up from the food-goo he was morosely poking at, turning his brown eyes to Pidge. The younger paladin was slumped on the table, their own spoon twirling listlessly through the green goop, red rimmed eyes focused on the way it joggled. They sniffled lightly and rubbed their nose before looking back up to the others. Hunk swallowed roughly and pushed his plate of food-goo away, “What d’you mean?”

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Don’t Forget (Part Two)

Originally posted by jeonilys

Part One / Part Two

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: tattoo artist au, fluff, light angst
Contains: mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: This chapter is through Jungkook’s perspective.

“It’s a long story… I don’t think you’d want to hear it…”

“I’m willing to listen,” she put her hand on my knee. Her voice was as soft as her touch. She had a genuine look of concern on her face that I couldn’t say no to.

I gripped onto the sleeve of her uncle’s shirt, irritated at the tainted skin hidden underneath. It was like an itch that couldn’t be scratched away.

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Deliverance - a ffxv fic (Ardyn)

Just a little drabble that started nagging me for a little bit so I decided to write it.  Takes place immediately after the attack on Insomnia.


Ardyn watched as the chains slid off the crystal. The magic contained within allowed it to remain not only erect but also to hover in the air.  To the ignorant, the gem appeared unassuming, nonthreatening. Just a giant translucent stone that radiated a soft blue glow.  Those without intimate knowledge could never fathom the extent of the power that it held nor perceive the being that lived within.  After they finished situating the crystal and cleaned up, the attending soldiers saluted the chancellor and left the man alone in the highest room in Zegnautus Keep.

Without windows, the small room would have been cast into darkness if it were not for the ceiling lamps.  Although leaving the lights on would have dampened the majestic glow that washed over him and scaled up the walls.  Stepping closer, he felt the power prickle at his skin like little electrical shocks.  Removing his hat, one would have mistaken the gesture as respect to the gift from the gods however Ardyn’s scalp itched so he scraped his fingernails on the top of his head to relieve the irritation.  Sauntering closer he leaned in for a closer inspection, searching for the resident who lived inside but only found his own reflection staring back.

“After so many years we are finally reunited. Tell me, did you miss me?”

The question was half sincere and half sarcastic. Shifting his body to one side, he propped his hand onto his hip and waited in silence.  The crystal remained unchanged.  No reply of any kind to his taunt.  Stretching his arm out, Ardyn pressed his hand against the crystal and peered in as if he would find the sleeping Astral.

“Why so quiet, Bahamut?” he whispered menacingly. “I remember a time when you could not be silenced.  All of your false prophecies and promises.  Your misplaced guidance.  Tell me, has your shame cut your own tongue out?”

Again the crystal refused to dignify him with a response.  His blood boiled but Ardyn refused to let his anger flash through his amber eyes. Instead he shrugged off his faux indifference.  

“Live the rest of your existence in silence then. An eternity of solitary confinement is enough punishment for your betrayal.”  Turning his back, Ardyn offered a flick of his wrist as a farewell wave.  “Sleep well, Draconian Knight!  Lest you watch humanity burn for your sins.”

“Spew your poison, Accursed King.  The once chosen king, it was you who turned your back on humanity only to watch Eos crumble under the affliction.”

Ardyn spun around, a smug grin tugged at his lips, almost victorious.  He held his head high with his chin jutting outward slightly.

“Alas, the Draconian indeed still lives afterall. Still uttering fabrications, I see.”

“The Chosen King was taxed with ridding the world of the Starscourge.  To purify the world by expelling the daemon’s within man.”

“Yet you punish me for fulfilling my destiny!” Inhaling deeply, Ardyn paused to regain his composure, refusing to let weakness overcome him.  Refraining from yelling, Ardyn still could not help but to seethe, “I healed my people.  I absorbed their daemons, curing them of the scourge.  Then you deemed me unfit.  Turned my people against me – you and that treacherous bastard – that false king. It is a shame though.  I have waited for so long for that now forgotten prophecy to be fulfilled.  For two millennia yet not one king was fit in your eyes.  You allowed the world to continue rotting.  How unnecessary and cruel, oh god of no mercy.”

The crystal pulsed.  The invisible energy sent shivers through his body.  The feeling was familiar yet foreign all at once. He recalled the days the crystal used to beacon him this way whenever counsel was required, whenever revelations were rambled off.  However, Bahamut was not summoning him.  Rather the pulse felt more like a reaction instead of a request for his presence.  What could have possible elicited such a response?

“A king serves not as a vessel to contain the darkness but rather as a beacon of light.  The Starscourge cannot be contained. Only the blood of The Chosen can cast the light that will smite the curse descended onto man.  The King of Kings is a prophet of hope that brings the dawn while you can only cast the veil of night.”

Ardyn nodded in understanding as hope filled his heart at these words.  He had suspected for the past several years that the prophecy was to be fulfilled, especially with how protective King Regis was with the young prince.  Until now he had no way to prove his theory.  The time has come to finally end the suffering.

“So you have chosen the boy to save us all, have you?  Noctis Lucis Caelum, The Chosen King of Light.  Well, if it pleases you, I shall collect him and deliver your precious savior to you.”

Offering a mock bow, Ardyn replaced the hat on his head and spun on his heels to face the exit.  As he sauntered out, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and called for his car to be readied for departure. After two thousand years of toiling away in his wait it was the least Ardyn could do to guide the lad to his destiny.

Originally posted by truesanji


You don’t need to feel bad about having psoriasis patches! Think of them as dragon or mermaid scales! Or some other fantastic creature with scales! Or self grown body armor! You’re a dragon warrior with mermaid tendencies! Create your own story based on where the patches form if it makes you feel better about them. But please for the love of God DON’T ITCH THEM

He reaches once more into his apron pocket and retrieves a length of steel piano wire. “Now, I’m going to ask you a series of questions, Mr. Ferreira, and I want you to grunt once for yes, and twice for no. If I think you’re lying,” he pauses, stretching the wire taut in front of Miguel’s face, “I’m going to remove little pieces of you, very, very slowly. This wire can cut meat and bone easily.” –Checkmate, Chapter 5 by @okimi79

mudad: tale.s of xilli.a 2 anniversary



m e e  e e e e.

but alt milla does not deserve any shit 


singing-hedgehog  asked:

Okay, I'll bite! Tell me your thoughts on the Dread Masters and the Dread War! I am deeply curious.

….Where do I start XD.

I will skip the story of how I got into Ops and go straight to the major points. It’s 3am. I should really stop doing this to myself XD.

Six Sith Lords, masters of their craft, who worked together as a team. Who seemed to like each other, and never backstabbed each other, and who actually fell apart emotionally and mentally from losing one of their number. 

This little detail, I think, was what hooked me, taken together with the A+ edgelord aesthetic (I only used the phrase because I was trying to figure out how to summarise my feelings on Oricon without going into epic prose, but it totally fits, okay XD). The whole “drive entire armies mad with terror” thing is something I wished we’d actually gotten to see; on the other hand, the landscape of Oricon, with the wreckage and insane soldiers as enemies to fight (glowing eyes, or waving their arms wildly at nothing, or rolling on the ground in distress….), was a pretty decent show-don’t-tell of what their power could do XD.

I may or may not have dug through everything available for more information about them, up to and including memorising most of the goddamn dialogue XD. When that proved insufficient (because there is so LITTLE detail about the Dread Masters, really, it’s a crime), @karikateora and I may or may not have headcanoned up an entire epic and epically disturbing series of stories about them that I may never get up the nerve to actually properly write.

But still. “The fear gave us rage, the pain gave us strength. We were chained to one another, enslaved by higher purpose.” How did they become the six? What did they give up to become the Dread Masters? Prophets, generals and advisers; what did they do in their centuries of service to the Emperor?

Who were they, behind those masks? I am extremely intrigued by the enigma that is their shared collective sliver of humanity.

Because I am pretty damn sure that we defeated them only because they wanted to die, be reunited in death, more than they wanted even vengeance.

Tomorrow, or whenever I get round to braving Tumblr next: I’ll see if I can’t dig up some of those headcanon thoughts XD.

Dear God, now I have an itch to run Dread Fortress and Dread Palace again. I need to go run Harbinger!Delven through to Oricon so I can do the Oricon storyline again :D.

ninczeniks  asked:


Okay 1st of all I am super duper sorry this took literally forever to get out to you Allie!!!!! Okay so I’m finnally just finishing this off i have been working on this forever and it has NOT been helping that it keeps getting deleted. But here’s sum headcanons frien!!!! :D

  • Okay so I was thinking and I had this rlly amazing idea that Hearth is an author
  • Okay like srsly that boy can write
  • So idk if any of y’all had experience with this, but I find that it’s actually a LOT easier to write in cafes like Starbucks and stuff
  • Idk the whole atmosphere kinda just sets the mood
  • And there are a lot less distractions
  • Plus u can get all the hot beverages u like so…..
  • So ye as u kinda guessed Hearth goes into a small run down coffee shop every day after work (lol I was just thinking he probably works at a school or something maybe as something small or something like a janitor or one of the ppl that serve the kids lunch and most ppl don’t pay attention to him but the highlight of his day is seeing Magnus, Sam, and Alex at the school and talking to them (fight me on this)) and he just sits and writes in the little coffee shop. If he has enough money, he’ll get a small coffee or something but really he’s just there bc it’s the only place that get’s him into the creative mood
  • Now let’s get to the good stuff
  • So Blitzen’s family (actually mostly just him and his mom Freya) owns the coffee shop and stuff
  • Blitzen usually isn’t there much bc he has another part time job at a vintage clothing store or something idk
  • But ye so one day Hearth is at the coffee shop and literally before he even walked into the door he was writing bc my gods an idea has been itching at him all day as soon as he left he started writing and he was pretty much just writing in his notebook as he walked down to the cafe (it rlly close to the school and the cafe is close to his house)
  • Soooo y’know he’s walking into the cafe and his head is bent low over his notebook that’s pretty much falling apart
  • And like, if u aren’t paying attention u kinda can run into ppl
  • So he’s writing
  • And he runs full into another man who is shorter than him
  • Now his hands are frantically moving in an apology and both of them dropped a ton of papers and Hearth is desperately trying to clean them up
  • Now Blitzen doesn’t know sign language, keep in mind
  • So he’s trying to talk to Hearth but Hearth doesn’t say anything and he has no idea why he won’t say anything
  • Hearth gives him back his papers and tries to rush away but more embarrassingly um…. his already loose scarf catches on Blitz’s satchel
  • Oh gods he’s blushing SOOOOOOOOOOOOO HARD
  • So ye um he hurriedly grabs his stuff and leaves Blitz and Blitz goes to his job away from the cafe trying not to think about how handsome the tall stranger was
  • (Hearth is also having these thoughts but he doesn’t have time to think about them BC HE NEEDS TO WRITE LIKE RIGHT NOW OKAY)
  • Okay so Hearth opens the notebook
  • And he isn’t met with writing
  • Or black and white
  • Nope
  • He is met with a ton of bright colours
  • there is literally no lines on the page at all
  • Bc it isn’t his notebook with his story
  • Its a book full of fashion designs
  • SO um ya I mean, Hearth finds himself falling in love with the designs but he doesn’t know how he will get his notebook back so he’s kinda like “oh schnitzel” and knows that the handsome stranger has his book
  • Meanwhile, Blitz doesn’t notice until he gets back to the coffee shop that evening and opens his book to color the dress he was designing
  • Now ofc he confused but he starts reading
  • And like y’know how u can kinda tell what a person is like through writing???? Like I mean i guess y’all can tell im super uber weird from what I write and ye you kinda get a feel of what the person is and who they are
  • So like not only does Blitz fall in love with the characters and the writing style but he falls in love with the person behind the words and frick he’s in love with a random person that he doesn’t even know who it is
  • Oops
  • Now the next day Blitz stays at the coffee shop all day to see if anyone is looking for the book
  • And he knows that they probably have his book bc they both look the same
  • And when he thinks about it more he realizes it’s probably Hearth who has it
  • And then he dies bc wow Heart is hot as hell
  • His mom thinks that something is wrong with him
  • But he’s just a lovesick puppy
  • And then finnally after work Hearth comes into the coffee shop and him and Blitz lock eyes
  • Blitz immediately walks up to him and holds out the notebook
  • “I think we grabbed the wrong one,” he says with a laugh
  • Hearth grabs the book, blushing and gives Blitz his
  • Then Blitz asks if he wants to talk or something but ofc Hearth doesn’t hear him
  • And Blitz is trying to get his attention and then grabs his arm
  • Hearth looks up blushing rlly hard
  • Hearth reads his lips and knows he’s saying “You want me to get you a coffee?” Hearth nods his head
  • Blitz makes them both sum coffee and they both sit at the back of the room
  • Blitz starts talking about how much he loves what Hearth wrote and Hearth can read his lips (kinda. they’re moving a little too fast) and he blushes rlly hard. Then, he grabs his notebook and flips to a blank page.
  • He writes, “Thank you. YOu have no idea how much that means to me,” he shows it to Blitz, who smiles, but looks a little confused. Hearth catches it
  • Sorry. This is the only way I can communicate,” he writes. Blitz smiles and grabs his own notebook.
  • That’s fine.” Hearth smiles
  • THey continue talking like that till the cafe closes
  • And the next day
  • and the next
  • and the next
  • he goes home one day like rlly lovestruck
  • then he has a brilliant idea
  • guess what this amazing person does :))))
  • and there’s one specific phrase he’s trying to learn ;) ;) ;)
  • So fast forward to the next day
  • They sit at their usual table with their usual coffee and such
  • They start to write back and forth like they usually do
  • then
  • Blitz signs something to Hearth
  • Will you go out with me?”
  • Hearth is so excited he almost cries
  • bc to think that someone would go out of their way like that to do that for him
  • gods just help my poor son
  • Ofc he says yes
  • tbh even if he didn’t like Blitz he probably would’ve said yes just bc Blitz went out of his way to do that for him
  • And oh gods the smile that cracks on Blitz’s face is enough to light a thousand cities