he should be pretty pleased with himself

My fake boyfriend Part 1

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1056.

Warnings: Angst your ex is an ass, fuffly Bucky is a cute pie.

A/n: Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta. You rock.

Originally posted by sebjpeg

Bucky wakes up with someone shaking his shoulders, he groans annoyed not ready to get up yet “Leave me alone, Steve, I’m not gonna run with you today.” He hears someone laughing, he swears that is your laughter “It’s not Steve… it’s me.”

He opens his eyes, he sees your face in front of him and it feels almost like a dream having you in his bed “What are you doing here, doll?” You smile weakly at him “Sorry, Sam let me in; I just need to talk to someone.”

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anonymous asked:

"Then what do you suggest?" Sterek? Please? /best puppy dog eyes

“This is an awful idea.” Scott huffs.

Stiles kicks at his shin. “Then what do you suggest?”

“Oh, I don’t know, why don’t you just tell him like any other normal person?”

“Because that’s not nice enough!” Stiles complains, nudges Scott with his elbow. “Hold it right!”

“Is there a wrong way to hold a poster?” Scott fires back. “This is ridiculous, you owe me so bad, man.”

Stiles turns to glare at him but seeing as they are both wearing otter costumes, it’s impossible to see each others’ faces.

“Oh, like I didn’t help you with your first date with Allison? Or that time I didn’t tell your mom you ate a hotdog even though she said you weren’t supposed to?” Scott huffs. “Yeah,” Stiles says, “suck it up, man.”

“I hate you.” Scott slaps him.

“I hate you, too.” Stiles slaps him back.

Around them people have started staring and laughing, and Stiles regrets doing this with all his might, but it’s too late to back out now. He can’t just admit he was wrong to Scott. And – hey, that’s Lydia taking pictures, yeah, awful idea.

Stiles only hopes this will be worth it, he doesn’t know what he’s going to do if Derek says no. Stiles wouldn’t dress up as a fucking otter and hold a very pink and glittery poster saying ‘I love you’ for just anyone.

He wants to marry the shit out of this guy when they graduate College.

Stiles looks up at the sky, prays to whoever is out there that Derek feels the same.

“Are you freaking out in there?” Scott asks.

“No!” Stiles answers quickly. “Shut up and focus!”

“You focus!”

“You –”

“You two shut up!” Erica yells from somewhere behind them. “My boyfriend is about to play and you’re blocking the view, if you don’t do this I swear to God I will skin you both alive!”

“Well,” Stiles swallows heavily, offers his fist for Scott to bump, “let’s fucking do this.” He watches the players run into the field, waits until Derek turns their way, eyes searching for Stiles in the stands like he always does – he’s so predictable and adorable, Stiles loves him a lot – and takes a deep breath, readying himself to scream like he’s never screamed before. “Hey, Derek!” He yells as Scott holds up his poster. “You’re my significant otter!” The crowd erupts in cheers and Derek hides his face behind his hands.

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Langst

-Give me a Lance that tries to keep his feelings hidden; the Lance that tucks his problems in his back pockets to think about in his own time. 

-Give me a Lance that doesn’t want to talk about his problems, because he doesn’t want to burden anyone with them. 

-Give me a Lance that for once in his life isn’t actually looking for attention, because he knows there’s a war going on and his feelings aren’t going to solve anything. 

-Give me a Lance who knows that his teammates love and appreciate him, but it still HURTS when they make jokes about his feelings, credibility, or his dedication to their cause. 

-Give me a Lance that isn’t as good at fighting like Keith, good with technology like Pidge, good at engineering or cooking like Hunk, a natural-born leader like Shiro or Allura, handy like Coran, but can always come up with a good plan and is loyal to a fault. 

-Give me a jack-of-all-trades Lance, who might not be proficient in any particular skill, but has a knack for doing the things he needs to do. 

-Give me a Lance who’s smart in a different way, not in the way Pidge is, but his own way that is just as important and intelligent. 

-Give me a Lance who, underneath his loud proclamations and arrogance, has insecurities that he needs to work through.

-Give me a Lance character arc with him overcoming these habits and feelings, growing into a respected member of team Voltron. 

-Give me a Lance who will eventually learn to love himself, flaws and all; a Lance who understands that he will always be part of Voltron, even if sometimes it might not seem like he is. 

-Give me a Lance who grows and matures. 

-Give me Lance McClain as he should be. 

n ice



Bitter was the only taste you could feel on your tongue. Maybe it was the cheap wine that left such a rotten aftertaste, maybe it’s the way he paid so much attention to her over his own wife. Bitter wasn’t only what you tasted, but it was also what you felt. It’s harmless. He had whined when you confronted him about the new woman from C&R. She was.. Beautiful. Much more than you were– at least In your mind; you had thought so. Long silver hair that went past her shoulders and swayed at her lower back so gracefully. Ocean of blue was the only thing you could see inside her round wide eyes, and she was small too. Thin waist, long legs. A looker all around. But you know what was the most striking feature of them all?

She looked like his fucking cat.

He was interested in a woman that looked like his cat. His million dollar fur ball in human form. The thought was so mind boggling, but that’s Jumin for you.

You gripped your wine glass so tightly; it could’ve shattered at any moment. Of course you were jealous. Your husband was spending more time with his co-worker than he was his own goddamn wife. Who wouldn’t be?

They really never ‘flirted’ per say. He just seemed so.. intrigued, and curious about her; the one apparently named Eliza. God, even her name was so similar to Elizabeth. It drove you insane how much he talked about her now days, it bothered you so much. When you try to change the subject, it always floats back to her.

“ Why the pout kitten? ”
You groaned as a familiar red head snuck up behind your chair, scratching a finger underneath your chin just as one would do to a cat. He usually did that to you, and Jumin hated it. But what Jumin hates was the last thing you cared about right now.

You lazily lift your right hand off of the love-seat to point towards the duo who was chatting on together– looking ever so happy– as your left brought the half emptied wine glass up to your lips. The liquid went down hot seeing as you let it sit for so long, the temperature had gotten the better of it. This was your… Fourth? Yeah, Fourth glass of wine as of tonight. The leather chair squeaked as Seven plopped down– rather roughly, onto it. He groaned contently, the relief of being off his feet for the first time tonight was an amazing feeling. Dress shoes aren’t his thing, and now he remembers why.

“ Hm.. Is that the lady that he’s always talking about? The chick that looks like my lil’ baby Elly? ”
His eyes gleamed at the thought of the soft little kitty, but he quickly was pulled back to reality. He brought a finger up to his mouth in thought as he observed the two carefully– No touching each other yet, that’s good.. He said internally.

“ Yeah. ”
You answered curtly with a venomous tone, practically burning holes into the back of your husbands head– Praying maybe just maybe he’d turn because of it; see you alone with Seven and he’d kick into defensive mode, come swoop you up and take you back home to get you away from Luciel’s flirtations. Hell, you wouldn’t even mind that. Any kind of attention right now would feel good.

“ Awh– Is somebody jealous? ”
He batted his eyelashes annoyingly as he spoke with a baby voice– Of course you were jealous! How couldn’t you be? But you didn’t want to let the goof know his assumptions were truth; so you push his face softly away from yours, he pretends to have a knockback much stronger than what little force you used– it made you both chuckle together with soft smirks tugging at the corner of your lips.

“ It just.. sucks balls. ”
You used his lingo, much to his amusement. “ Sucks balls indeed. ”
Luciel mimicked you before sighing heavily after he commented, personally he found it quite annoying that Jumin hadn’t been paying attention to you. he would love to hang out with you all day. Be able to be with you the way Jumin can; Cat dad doesn’t know how good he has it.

“ It’s like i’m the side chick; You know? Agh.. And I know– It doesn’t seem like a romantic thing.. Jumin just wouldn’t do that… ”
You whisper the last part to yourself, however Luciel has keen hearing. He raised his brow in doubt as you continued on.

“ I wish he didn’t act like he found me boring now days.. ”
The ring on your finger clinked gently against the wine glass– catching your attention. Memories of how it used to be caused you to smile as you stared down at the large diamond your husband gave to you to propose.
Yes, Jumin still treated you good. You felt you didn’t have the right to complain; after all, he was a very loving husband. Maybe it was the controlling side you had deep down inside of you, or it could be you just don’t like how pretty that woman is– It’s aggravating not knowing why this whole thing bothers you so much. It just does.

Things have changed slightly, you’ve noticed. Late nights at the office had been getting even later; that was your first real concern. But with a nudge, you got Jaehee to hang around at work to see what on earth Jumin really does around there. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking, he was indeed working– Which relieved you instantly. She assured you at work there was no flirtations, they just seemed like friends. Hell, everyone told you they just seemed like friends. Maybe you were exaggerating too much– But the pit in your stomach just wouldn’t go away.

“ I bet if I kissed you he wouldn’t find you ‘oh so boring’ anymore huh? ”
You raised a brow at his unexpected words, it was clear Seven had a peculiar interest in yourself but.. It wasn’t something that got in between your friendship. Luciel knew his limits. But that statement was quite bold; it caught your attention.
“ He’d probably permanently sew three– No, Four– body guards on you at all times if he knew I even laid a hand on you…. Agh! ” He threw his head back in frustration, causing you to smile softly. That was true; Jumin probably would pay much more attention to you if something like that were to happen, but you’d never. You could never. It just wasn’t right.

“ MC? ”
The low voice caused you to look upwards– Slowly at that, eyes following the soft pattern of that black suit you knew oh so well. A pair of dark black eyes meet your own, causing you to shiver. He always had that effect on you.

He was tugging on his cufflinks out of boredom, right away he noticed how close Luciel was towards you. It bothered him, and he had no problem voicing those concerns.
“ No. Leave space, at least enough to fit three Elizabeth the 3rds in between you.”
Jumin suddenly grabs your hips firmly–you have to bite your lip to keep from yelping– sliding your body across the leather couch to follow his rule.
Always have to leave space for the Elizabeths.
Both you and Seven roll your eyes at the so called ‘rule’ but Jumin looked quite pleased with himself.

“ You’re one to talk.. Where’s the three Elizabeth’s in between you and pretty girl over there huh? ”
Seven chimed in, You knew right away Jumin would brush it off like he always does– You sigh heavily to yourself. Staring into the dark liquid of your glass as the two start to bicker.

“ I did the math, there was 3.6 Elizabeth the 3rds in between us. I follow the rules, as should you two.”
You couldn’t help but snicker at that, Much to Jumin’s displeasure. He looked down at you heavily for a few moments, after he got no response– He spoke again.
“ We’ll be going soon MC. Would you like me to grab your coat? ”
The ride home was quiet. Driver Kim made small talk with you; he always does. He’s a nice man, and even he seemed to notice something wrong with you. Why couldn’t Jumin notice then? You were texting Seven while slumped into the seat of the car, It was on the messenger but in a private message over the usual chatrooms.

” Con fron tation!!! Con fron tation!!! ”

You smiled softly at the text, looking up for a moment to see what Jumin was doing. He was in his phone as well, so you decided to continue.

“ Should I? What if he yells at me -_- ”

“ then i’ll teleport over there myself and rescue you n elly from that cruel cruel man!!! you deserve better! #justice for elly and mc 2k17!!!!! lololol ”


Well. Maybe you should? But you didn’t want Jumin to be upset. Speaking of which, he seemed to notice you giggling into your phone this whole time. Not saying a word though, but you could feel his eyes on you from across the seat.
Awh, was he jealous?
Part of you wanted him to take a seat in the jealousy club. There’s obviously room for him to join. But it was cruel to have an eye for an eye after all.
Powering down the phone, You place it at your side before sighing softly. Your gaze quickly meets your husbands who had done the same thing a few minutes ago. With a soft smile you look over towards him for a moment before focusing your attention to the window– The penthouse was in view.

He looked like he wanted to say something; But the car had already stopped.
“ We’re back Elizabeth the 3rd! ”
You call out to the kitty; the jingle of sparkly bells on her collar was getting closer and closer by the second. Setting down your bag before crouching, You greet the little fur ball who was meowing wildly– Desperate for attention. She enjoyed your petting; but it was clear Jumin’s eye was what she was after. That makes two, Huh?

“ Hello Elizabeth the 3rd. ” Jumin smiles gently at her as he hangs his coat on the rack, revealing a clean white button up shirt. He uses the backs of his knuckles to pet her face, the sound of her purrs echoed throughout the quiet home.
You leave the two alone; not before excusing yourself to go– just to get out of this god forsaken dress. This dress was tighter than ones you’ve worn before; hoping it might catch Jumin’s attention a little more, but instead you only got some extra looks from creeps and weirdos. Oh– And Seven, but he sort of falls into that category.
From the closet you choose something comfortable, loose grey sweatpants and a simple black tee shirt. It was soft, Jumin only picked materials that were the best of the best for you after all.

Taking one final look into the mirror, you inhale deeply; absolutely dreading the talk to come. Would he brush you off once more? Or finally listen to your pleas? You were mentally planning what to say to your husband.

’ Hey look– Im jealous to the point of it being painful so you can’t be friends anymore with Miss Kitty. No talking. Nothing. Only me. Okay? ’

Fuck no.
That sounded terrible. But hell, it’s what you were thinking after all. It felt so selfish, but one thing Jumin always said is he wanted you to be selfish with him. It’s something he always states constantly, So why do you feel guilty for actually being selfish now?

You made up in your mind that you’d just wing it. Let your emotions spill over, say whatever it is you’re feeling. Hopefully it would give him the push to accept that you were indeed lonely. You wanted to be the only woman in his life… To just hoard him all to yourself. God it sounded awful; but it was the truth.

Your bare feet squeaked against the hardwood flooring, anxiety filled you like never before seeing Jumin resting quietly on the couch, Elizabeth the 3rd by his side.
Without a word, you take your seat across from him. The couch was of course big enough for the both of you, but you really didn’t want to sit next to him right now. Back here was fine. The room was silent, besides Elizabeth the 3rds soft purrs and the gentle hum of the light fixtures. You sort of phase out for a moment, eyes out of focus as you’re lost in thought.

“ Whats wrong with you lately? ” Jumin said suddenly, causing your head to snap up; breaking you from your mindless thoughts. His eyes were trained onto the cat besides him instead of you. He looked calm as always, but his scowl was a bit more pronounced as of now.

“ Nice of you to notice. ”
You state sarcastically, rolling your eyes and hugging yourself by crossing your arms below your chest. He let out a low growl of disapproval, He never did like it when you talked back.

“ Are you cheating on me? ”
That incredibly sudden accusation took you aback instantly. Was he fucking serious? You?Cheating on him? Thats what he thought was different?

“ I could ask you the same thing you know. ” Your tone was bitter as your voice became raised, it was clear how upset he’d gotten you by your change in attitude. Your brows stitch together in a painful mix of shock and anger, how could he accuse you of something so foul? It was enough to make your blood boil.

“ I would never do something as low and filthy as that.
He was glaring deeply at you with fire in his eyes now, Still outwardly calm; which aggravated you to no end. The atmosphere changed so fast. It was heavy and the tension was sharp.
Elizabeth the 3rd quickly scurried away into the bedroom upon feeling the mood change. She must not have wanted to be in the middle of this all. Good call.

“ So you’re implying that I would? ”
You were standing upright now. Nails gripping tightly into your arms; enough to make your skin irritated. The fiery pit in your stomach hurt, as if a rock was inside you. You didn’t like arguing with Jumin at all, but this was pretty inevitable.
He was quiet through clenched teeth. His knuckles were white, and his legs crossed. He still looked so composed as he waited your answer to his question.

“ No, i’m not cheating on you Jumin Han. There– Happy? Huh? ” He didn’t break eye contact and also didn’t say a word, the way he seemed so collected while you were so upset was aggravating.

“ Even though you’ve been living it up with you new little play toy i’ve been here, lonely! All day long! ” He scoffed slightly out of disbelief, Brows scrunched in confusion.

“ My play thing? You must be delusional. Am I not allowed to be interested in knowing someone now days? ”

“ You’re not when the person in question is just so.. so– So beautiful! And smart.. and, And kind! and.. Well– better than me and…”
Your voice fades from sheer anger to sadness in the end. The gravity of the situation hit you hard, hot tears streamed down your cheeks thinking about everything Eliza was that you weren’t. Maybe it would be better if he was with her.. She sure did match him way better than you ever could.

It was silent. It hurt, that he didn’t have anything to say to you. It only made you cry some more.

“ .. Are you jealous MC? ” He questioned after a few moments; gently and with pity in his voice, but you still hated those words. Mainly because it was true.

“ Yes– Okay!? I’m jealous, i’m so fucking jealous! I hate the fact that all you talk about is her anymore. ” You stopped to wipe tears away from your eyes with a sniffle before continuing.
“ I mean.. I don’t have schooling like she does; and I don’t look like your cat.. I’m not successful or own a business like her.. ”
You hung your head low as you avoided his gaze. It’s true, you weren’t even in comparison with her. Not even in the same ballpark.

He sighs heavily to let out his frustration after a few moments of the room being filled with your sobs, swiping a hand across his face roughly before looking up at you. He realized what you were getting at, and he felt like shit because of it. He was being too selfish in this situation. His heart strings pulled painfully at him seeing you brought to tears because of this.

“ Come here. ” It was gentle and soft, he didn’t sound angry or upset. Remorse was evident in his tone. His arms were open to you, eyes warmer than the cold ones you saw before.

God, that was it. That was all you needed right now. You didn’t care how sad you looked or how angry you just were. All you wanted was to be held by your husband, you’ve been wanting that for weeks now. Just.. Needing something. Anything. And this was it.
You burst into tears as you fall into his arms, curling tightly up in his lap as his white shirt was now stained with your tears. He pets his hand over the back of your head soothingly, holding you tight to his chest like a baby. You could hear his heartbeat, it was so steady and barely ever hitched while you two sat there together.

“ I truly didn’t know you felt that way…. I– Im so sorry.. ”
He sounded so sad.. You felt horrible for everything that’s happened. You should have talked about this sooner, instead of letting all the emotions fester.

“ I’m sorry for letting you think I was cheating.. You know i’d never–”
He interrupted you with a soft shush,
“ That was idiotic for me to say. I know you’d never.
He states quietly as he runs his thumb in circles on your back.
“ I’ll explain how you feel to Eliza as soon as tomorrow. ”
You nod softly, still feeling selfishness resonate inside you– But Jumin didn’t mind any of this. He felt terrible for purposely trying to make you jealous these past few weeks. Seeing how close you and Luciel had been getting. It was horrible, doing that all so you’d pay more attention to him. He really didn’t think about it before hand. He just was.. Well, Jealous. No idea that it would all backfire this badly.

” I don’t ever want you to ever feel like you’re not beautiful– Or smart, or successful. You’re My princess. You’re all that and more in my eyes, my love. ”

You cuddled deep into his chest, his words were soothing to you. This whole thing was so ridiculous, you’re so happy it’s finally over.

“ Just.. Can you introduce me to her? I’d like to formally meet the woman who looks like my husbands cat put into human form.”
He chuckled softly, causing you to laugh as well. The vibrations of his chest made your heart skip a beat as you smile.
“ Of course I will. I should have done it sooner. ”
notes: SHITT IM SO BAD AT WRITING ANGST AND I GOT SO LAZY AT THE END THERE HSKSHSJSH
but if you didn’t get it MC was getting super close to Luciel/Seven, so Jumin started talking to Eliza to make mc jealous of him as much as he was of her and seven. Obviously it backfired seeing as they both ended up Angery ™ but hey it worked out in the end and jumin learned his lesson lmao!! check out my masterlist of you’d like as well, in my bio!! i just updated it with some new stuff! ~~

anonymous asked:

100% agree on your analysis of Jimin as a Slytherin!!! I know a lot of people (including myself) are shocked Namjoon put himself in Griffindoor over Ravenclaw though. I'm dying to hear your thoughts on this!!

HELLO and thank you! I’m glad you agree! And if anyone is curious here is a link to my thoughts on why jimin is the perfect slytherin. EDIT: And here is why Jungkook is a Ravenclaw!

//cracks knuckles MY TIME HAS COME

So… Namjoon. I, like you and a ton of other people, was really confused about him being in Gryffindor. But, the more I thought about it, the more I really came to not only accept it, but believe that he is a Gryffindor through and through. And please be advised this is going to devolve in to me gawking over how great of a human being Namjoon is, so if you don’t want to read about that please close your browser and think about why you don’t agree that he’s better than everyone else. okay?

okay.

Namjoon is a Gryffindor to the core, not a Ravenclaw

First of all, Namjoon supposedly sorted everyone else, but I have a small sneaking suspicion that he may not have sorted himself. We know he’s a fan of the movies at least, and he’s fluent in English, so if he’s a fan and he has access to sorting quizzes on Pottermore and other sites, is it so hard to believe that he hasn’t at least tried a few? Seriously, even the most casual of fans have tried getting sorted. It’s not that crazy of a thought. So… What if they put him in Gryffindor over Ravenclaw?

(I mean, when asked to do a British accent the first thing that he quotes was “Shut up Malfoy!”. If that ain’t the most Gryffindor thing…)

Also, Namjoon is a really humble guy. If he DID sort himself, I feel like he’d be the type of person who would shy away from saying “I’m smart, so I should be in Ravenclaw”. He’s always been pretty modest about his intelligence. And just because he is, doesn’t mean we should be. Seriously, Namjoon can be a goof but if you’re ever in doubt about how crazy smart he is, please watch this.

He has no problems recognizing the intelligence of others though – he raves about Jungkook being good at everything he does, and even gave him the nickname “Golden Maknae”,  so is it such a wonder he put Jungkook in Ravenclaw? (It should be noted that Ravenclaws also have a reputation for being eccentric and quirky. Prime example, Luna. If that isn’t a perfect descriptor for Jungkook idk what is)

So let’s look at what the common traits of Gryffindor are, shall we?

Such character traits of students sorted into Gryffindor are courage, chivalry, and determination. They can also be short-tempered. [x]

Okay so, courage. I could go on and on about how brave Namjoon is but like… we’ll be here all day. So let me keep this short and point you in the direction of one thing in particular that he has done. THIS TWEET.

It’s Rap Monster. A song about homosexuality. I heard this song before but I didn’t know the lyrics, now I know them and I like the song twice as much. I recommend Macklemore & Ryan Lewis - Same Love. http://hiphople.com/subtitle/619392

I have a lot of feelings about this tweet. And a lot of theories about WHY he tweeted that too – but no one wants to hear about those so that’s for another life post.

First – speaking out in support of homosexuality in Korea is a pretty huge deal, because homosexuality isn’t a really accepted lifestyle there. (It isn’t really accepted anywhere, truly, but you all know that.)

Here’s a pretty recent list on idols who support LGBT communities.  It’s a pretty god damn short list. I use the term ‘support’ loosely bc this article seems to equate ‘having gay friends’ as being a supportive ally. But Namjoon stands out pretty hard in this list because he doesn’t just say ‘i love my gay friends!’, he outright spoke out in support of homosexuality.

But Kiki, you say… Namjoon is hugely popular. He’s one of the biggest stars in Kpop. He could say whatever he wants now, right?

Well yeah, he can. But here’s the kicker! Look at the timestamp on that tweet. He tweeted that before they debuted

Namjoon was months away from launching his dream career, something he’d worked his entire life for. He was from a pretty small unknown company whose only claim to fame before that was that group that had two members blackmail an actor over something or another. He couldn’t afford bad press, and yet here comes Kim fucking Namjoon with his balls of steel willing to throw that all down the drain because god dammit he was going to tell the entire world about how much he supported the LGBT community and anyone who wanted to stand in his way of doing so could eat a fuckin dick. He could have kept his heckin mouth shut but he didn’t??? 

????

moving on.

Chivalry.

Chivalry is defined as:

1.the combination of qualities expected of an ideal knight, esp courage,honour, justice, and a readiness to help the weak

2.courteous behaviour, esp towards women

Courage, honor, justice, what I just talked about describes those things pretty perfectly.

I’d like to talk about honor for a sec though. Let’s look at a pretty famous Gryffindor – Ron. Ron was one of a shitload of children in his family. He outwardly always grumbled about not getting attention or whatever, but as a person, he was all about family. He put his family first, he didn’t gripe too hard about hand-me-downs to his parents because he knew they were trying their best, and he defends people he cares about.

There’s that famous scene (that I’m still salty they changed in the movies) where Hermione wants to answer a question and Snape gets mad at her for it. And he defends her – why ask the question if you’re not looking for an answer?

Ron always, always put his family first. So does Namjoon.

Take this gifset for example. The whole set is great and shows how much he really takes care of his members, his family, but this is what he does when he’s around them and also in front of people. Not all that surprsiing.

But please, please please please pay attention to the first gif. For people who don’t know the context, he was asked if he’d choose going solo or bangtan. He DID NOT KNOW HE WAS BEING FILMED. He could have shown his true colors and said that he preferred a solo career and all the glory, but even when given the chance to be completely open, his heart was still with Bangtan.

Another great example of Namjoon being completely selfless. Everyone here is praising themselves (and they have a right too, don’t get me wrong, you’re all great four for all of you) but when it gets to him, Namjoon says “We’ve always been pretty good.” We. Not I, not me, we. Everyone else is giving themselves some much deserved praise, but Namjoon is stuck on we are good, we’ve always been good.

Also don’t forget how important blood-related family is to him too.

And don’t you dare forget how important you, his extended family, is to him either.


Readiness to help the weak. I mean this goes without saying right?

And if you want to take courteous behaviour, esp towards women, literally, look at their glass-ceiling line in Not Today, that they said they used specifically knowing what it meant. and look who is credited for writing the lyrics! What’s that? It’s Namjoon? Wow, I did not see that one coming.

Speaking of lyrics – talk about having courage. Look at the lyrics he wrote for Reflection and Always.

They can also be short-tempered.

Okay so this doesn’t really apply to Namjoon. But I wanted to include it in there because it fittingly applies to another Gryffindor we know of… Namjoon wasn’t playing around when he sorted these guys. Bonus, here you can observe a hufflepuff and (fond) gryffindor in their natural habitat.


So let’s recap. Namjoon is pretty selfless, extremely caring of his friends and family, a feminist, an outspoken ally for those who are mistreated, and is so god damn intelligent everyone REALLY thought he belonged in Ravenclaw.

Wait a minute, I feel like I’ve heard about this person before… There was another Gryffindor like this, I’m sure of it… it’s on the tip of my tongue…

Ah right. 

I’m not saying Namjoon is our version Hermione Granger, but… that’s exactly what I’m saying.

A Different Fork

For the True Mates day of @hannigram-a-b-o-library​‘s SummertimeSlick event, an Omegaverse re-imagining of Hannibal’s very first episode, Aperitif (part of a series of standalone fics that can be found on AO3).

Thanks for the gorgeous banner go to @desperatelyseekingcannibals​ (look, I’m finally using it hon!).

Also on AO3.


Please let this be a hallucination.

Will closed his eyes and hoped. This had never worked for him before but short of impaling himself on Jack’s coat rack, he had few other options.

In theory, Will knew all about the Omega imprinting impulse and had always thought it was a damn silly trait. The idea that from one scrap of physical contact, an Omega could identify their ideal mate seemed more like something out of a fairytale than a biology class, despite having heard the tales from Omegas who had experienced it.

One scrap of physical contact like, say, a handshake.

Like the one Will had just exchanged, at Jack’s behest, with Doctor Hannibal Lecter. The one which had caused his body to light up like a Christmas tree, or one of his dogs catching the scent of a rabbit. The one that had told him, in no uncertain terms, that the tall, poised, exquisitely turned-out man in front of him was, biologically speaking, a bullseye. A touchdown. Will Graham’s golden ticket.

Maybe Jack had a particularly sharp letter opener on his desk.

The advantage, of course, of the imprinting process, was that no one else was aware of it. The Omega could keep quiet and go about their business, leaving the Alpha in question none the wiser, at least until they could ascertain compatibility in other areas.

Unfortunately, during their brief conversation, Doctor Lecter had quickly proved himself interesting in more ways than just his pheromones. He had matched Will’s mind thought for thought, easily falling into good-humoured (on Lecter’s side, anyway) conversational sparring. In other circumstances, Will would have been pleasantly surprised to be engaged in such a way. In Jack’s office, with Jack’s scrutinising gaze upon them, Will could only be suspicious.

“Whose profile are you working on?” Without allowing the doctor space to answer, Will turned to Jack and iterated, “Whose profile is he working on?” They were going to get precisely thirty seconds to give what would undoubtedly be an unsatisfactory explanation, then Will was getting the hell out of there.

Hannibal slid smoothly into the proffered space, to answer, “I’m sorry, Will. Observing is what we do. I can’t shut mine off any more than you can shut yours off.”

Will reflected that there was little more annoying than someone who really understood you, except possibly someone who could intrigue you when intrigue was the last thing you wanted.

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HUMAN ALARM CLOCK

TODODEKU WEEK: DAY 5

DORM LIFE

“It’s a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize how much you love them.” -Agatha Christie, An Autobiography

AO3


Izuku is a morning person.

Back during his first ten months of personal training with All Might, he’d gotten accustomed to waking up at horrendously early hours. Five in the morning was probably the earliest he had ever awoken, but with All Might’s thorough training plan, the absurd hour barely phased him. Waking up at noon—the time people usually liked getting up—felt considerably more jarring.

Izuku found comfort in the serenity of early mornings. People would still be fast asleep, the air would be cool but not piercing, and the sun would barely just be over the horizon, depending on the season.

Izuku thrived in the mornings.

His boyfriend—not so much.

“Shouto,” Izuku carefully knocks on Shouto’s door. “Are you awake?”

Silence.

Izuku pounds his fist against the door again, but more firmly. “Shouto, it’s already ten. You’ve got to get up.”

He waits a good two minutes before he opens the door. Shouto never kept his room locked, knowing well that only Izuku was capable of waking him up during the days where the students were allowed to sleep in. Usually, Shouto always got up right on time, or a little earlier, but when the choice was up to him, he took advantage of it.

Today was one such day.

Shouto’s room is dark, the curtains drawn closed and the lights turned off. It’s quiet as usual—the only thing Izuku could hear were his own footsteps and puffs of breaths.

Giving the room a quick once-over, Izuku quickly concludes Shouto is not in his bed. The blankets are pulled neatly over the mattress, and his pillows are as fluffed as Izuku remembered them to be. It’s pristine.

“Shouto?”

A grunt—from the direction of Shouto’s study desk.

Izuku smiles. He pads over to the slump form of his boyfriend, whom is face-down on the desk, arms serving as a makeshift cushion. “You’re going to hurt your neck like that.”

Another grunt, probably meaning something along the lines of I don’t care.

Unfortunately for Shouto, Izuku cares.

“I’m going to open the curtains, okay? You need to wake up.”

Shouto grumbles, no—was he whining?

Izuku chortles.

Looking after Shouto in the mornings was a blessing in disguise. Shouto wasn’t one to be caught in a dishevelled state very easily, always clean-shaven and neat to the point of being uptight.

Neat and tidy was Shouto’s middle name.

During the mornings, Shouto lost whatever neatness, tidiness, and courtesy he normally possessed.

Izuku thinks it’s cute.

Shouto is cute.

Shouto is always cute, but he’s especially so in the morning.

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A Small Accident/Fluff Month-Goodnight Kisses

Okay so I wrote this along a long period of time, (like 3 months??) but I really like how it turned out, so have this. (Also kinda for fluff month I guess?)

Warnings: Language and horrible akuma I came up with.

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“Shit,” Marinette cursed, frantically trying to get out of the shower.

Of course there would be a fucking akuma attack while she was in the shower, and of course it would happen on the worst day of her life.

She had confessed her feelings to Adrien, and he had rejected her, saying he was in love with Ladybug. So basically she was competing with a better version of herself.

She groaned drying her hair, she wasn’t even upset about it. She was more angry than anything, how could she beat herself? If they started dating and it got serious, she would have to tell him anyway. Maybe she could just skip the dating part and tell him she was Ladybug?

Wrapping a towel around her body, she yelled for Tikki, there was no time to get dressed, and she would come straight home anyway, it’s not like she was going to detransform in an allyway.

Tikki came to her side, transforming the shy girl, into the confident, amazing Ladybug. The girl jumped out of her room, quickly finding Chat Noir on a near by rooftop.

“Hey Kitty,” she spoke in a monotone voice, clearly upset, and her hair was still wet from her attempted shower.

“Something wrong M'lady?” He asked, a concerned tone laced through his flirty voice.

“Not having the best day,” She made a face like she had tasted something sour, quickly waving it off, “Let’s just get to the akuma.”

“I am Solver, I will solve every problem that is thrown at me, no one should have someone get in the way of my dreams!” The light-pink haired teen laughed evilly, sending problems at people.

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One akuma fight later, Ladybug had found the item that was akumatized, a book that she used to write down problems, tore it, and purified the akuma. All was well when she said ‘miraculous ladybug’ and she could go home now, thank god.

But that was too easy wasn’t it?

Chat grabbed her by the hand, stopping her from leaving. She groaned in response, having a ready mental list for reasons why she had to leave asap.

“My Lady, please, we’ve known each other for over two years now, and I just think it’s finally time we-”

“Look, I’m not having the best day here, and I really need to go, like now,” she said, in a pleading tone.

“But, LB, please, don’t you think we have to right to,” her miraculous beeped, he didn’t even pause, he’s completely serious, shit, “know? What if something happens in your civilian form and you can’t contact me? What if something happens to your kwami?” He began to list a whole page of reasons why they should know, while Ladybug just shook her head.

And, though she hadn’t registered it, her miraculous was about to run out, and when she became aware of that, she started panicking. She could see the bakery. She could see it, she could make it in time if she left now, so she turned back to Chat, to give him some form of excuse.

“Now is really not the time, I have something going on right now I need to take-” Her transformation released, the towel that was wrapped around her blowing slightly upward in the process, but it didn’t matter it was long on her anyways.

She groaned again, preparing her hand to hold the towel in place. She should’ve been more careful, how could she let something like this happen?! The first time Chat knows who she is, and she’s dressed like this?!

“Now you see what I was talking about,” she growled, angry. This whole day seemed to be filled with that emotion. Anger. It was her least favorite. Ironic.

“S-sorry Marinette, I couldn’t hold out any longer,” Tikki apologized to her holder.

“Don’t worry Tikki it’s not your fault, I should’ve been watching my time better, and someone should’ve let me go back home quicker,” she glared at her partner.

“M-Marinette? I-I’m so sorry, why didn’t you tell me you were… indecent,” he gestured to the cloth draped over her body, blushing and stammering in the process.

“Well, what did you want me to say?! ‘Oh I just got out of the shower to transform, and the only form of clothing I have is a towel’?!” She scolded, pinching her nose, “Just take me home please, we’ll talk about it there, I have all sorts of foods, surely I’ll have something to fit your kwami’s needs, and we should probably get some first aid help too,” she mumbled the last part, they both got pretty beat up, Marinette had scratches on her face, and a small gash on her shoulder that went down below her neckline, and another gash on her neck.

He simply nodded his head, scooping her up. He was still dazed from her reveal, and upset with himself for earlier. He had turned down Marinette for her, well Ladybug, who was her. He shook his head, shaking the thought, and put her down in her room.

“What kind of food does your kwami need?” She asked, nonchalantly, like the whole reveal hadn’t even matter to her.

“Camembert.”

“Tikki, do you know where the cheese is down stairs?” She asked, turning towards the small animal.

Tikki nodded, “But what about your parents?”

“They’re gone for the week on some business trip or something, and you know where the cookies are?” She nodded again, flying down the stairs to go get them as Marinette walked into her bathroom, “We’ll talk about it later okay? Can you help me with some of my scratches while we do? I’ll treat yours after of course.”

“Sure,” he said, barely loud enough for her to hear as she turned the shower water back on, and locked the door. He breathed a sigh, his transformation releasing as Plagg was thrown out of his ring.

When Tikki came back, she carried two cookies, and two small wheels of Camembert cheese, setting them down on Marinette’s desk, by her computer, beckoning Plagg to come eat.

He went over to her, starting to munch on the cheese in silence, “So you’re Chat Noir,” Tikki looked over him with critical eyes, “Are you going to let Marinette know who you are?”

“I don’t know,” he spoke quietly, so the aforementioned girl wouldn’t hear him, “I feel really bad about earlier, I mean,” he paused, “I turned her down so I could have a chance with her, or, I guess, Ladybug.” The room fell to silence once more, Tikki looking at him, feeling sorry for the boy.

She could tell he loved Marinette, even before he knew, he was too blinded by his love for Ladybug to realize it though. The small Kwami sighed, young love, every holder she’d ever had the pleasure of being the Kwami of had it. Young love was so sweet and blissful. It almost seemed like a dream.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden stop in water drops hitting the shower floor, and Tikki rushed to get Marinette some more decent clothing than what she planned to wear when she initially got out.

The spotted creature grabbed a thick strapped tank top that Marinette owned featuring Harley Quinn, and some black shorts to go with the same-colored shirt.

When she got into the bathroom Marinette thanked her companion, and rushed to get changed, she had a sports bra, knowing she would have to take off her shirt when they cleaned each other’s wounds, because of the damned cut that went down to her upper breast. She blushed at the thought, it was embarrassing, though, less than an hour ago, he had seen her in nothing but a towel, so it would be better than that at least.

She sighed, putting on the clothes in a hurry, and she hesitated before the doorknob, “Hey, I’m gonna come out, if you don’t want me to see who you are, Tikki can get you a mask I’ve been working on.

She heard a muffled thank you, and the swish of her hurried kwami to get him the mask, she finally opened the door, holding a first aid kit to help their cuts and bruises.

She sat it down, quickly pulling out the antiseptic, and bandages. She glanced over him, he had some blood seeping through his shirt. She sighed, for what felt like the millionth time today, “Take your shirt off,” a small blush covered her porcelain face as she looked anywhere but at him.

 "W-What?“ He asked, not sure if he heard her correctly.

 "Take your shirt off,” she said it more clearly this time, “You have blood seeping through it, and I can’t get to the cut with fabric over it.”

He blushed, obeying as she looked at the wound, trying so very hard not to think about the place it was.

 She pulled a large cotton ball from the first aid box, soaking it in alcohol, “This is gonna sting, but it’s the worst of your cuts, so it’s better to treat it first,” he nodded as she hesitated to put the cotton ball to his skin, eventually she did, and he hissed in pain.

 "Sorry,“ her face looked like it pained her slightly to see him in pain. She removed the cotton ball, wiping up the access rubbing alcohol with another cotton ball, and wrapping a bandage around his torso to keep it from bleeding any longer. She moved on to assess the other cuts he had, one on his bicep, and another on his cheek, that was partially covered by her make-shift mask.

 She decided to not address that now, it would come later, and if he wanted to take care of it it on his own time, that was fine. She loaded up another cotton ball, and pressed it to the small, but deep, cut in his bicep, he flinched slightly, and she let out a small, “Hold still,” as he did.

 "Now, the last one is,“ she paused for a moment, unsure of how he would react, "It’s under the mask I gave you, on your cheek. If you want to treat it on your own, that’s fine, but if you want me to do it,” she took in a sharp breath before continuing, “you’ll have to take off the mask.”

 His face drained of color, he didn’t have a first aid kit, she’d have to do it for him. He’d have to take off the mask. Seeing his fearful expression, she quickly interjected, “You can treat mine before we get to it, if you want some time to think about it, it’s a small gash, it should be fine.”

 He silently sighed in relief, and nodded, going to pick up the items, he had treated wounds before, it was a simple process. What was not so simple though, the gash on her shoulder, and once she realized what he was thinking, after she saw him staring at the cut for a while, was… she was going to have to take off her shirt.

She sighed, blushing, it was embarrassing, this boy, who she doesn’t know the real name of, was going to see her topless. Tikki wouldn’t be able to help her with it, she couldn’t do it herself, and she certainly couldn’t just leave it be to heal. So she told Chat to look away as she took it off, and when he turned back, he turned a deep shade of red.

She tried her best to act as if it didn’t phase her, but it was impossible, she was also a very deep red.

“Just get it over with already,” she breathed, looking anywhere but his face, “I can’t treat it myself, and Tikki can’t do it either, and I can’t leave it, so just do it quickly,” he nodded, trying to suppress the heat that came to his face.

Once it was over with, they both sighed in relief, and she turned to put on her tank top again. She muttered a, “Thanks,” and moved her hair so he could get the cut on her neck, it wasn’t as bad, so it would be quicker, and less painful.

They sat in silence for a while, not wanting to speak through the awkward moment, until she broke the silence, “Sorry if I seem,” she hesitated, embarrassed at her words, “a bit, moody.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, she knew he meant what caused her to act this way, and she was quick to answer, Tikki didn’t understand her point of view very well.

“I know I mentioned it earlier,” she shifted her position, “I didn’t really have the best day.”

“What happened?” he bit his lip, already knowing the answer.

“I confessed to my crush at school today, and he rejected me,” she had the slightest look of anger on her face, “I’m not sad about it or anything, just… mad, I guess,” she huffed, rolling her eyes at her own foolishness from that day.

“Are… are you mad at him?” He asked, a look of fear covered his tan face.

“No, of course not!” She quickly replied, “It just, he said he had a crush on another girl– Ladybug– how am I supposed to compete with myself? Especially when it’s Ladybug, she’s a better me, a more confident and brave version of myself.”

“I don’t know princess,” he used her civilian pet-name, making her blush slightly, “I think you’re just as great as Ladybug,” he said, hoping to cheer her up.

“You’re not jealous?” She looked absolutely shocked.

“Do you want me to be?” He smirked, making her scowl at him.

“It’s not that! It’s just, well, you’ve been regularly flirting with me for over two years, you can see where my shock comes from,” she explained as if it were obvious.

He simply shrugged in response, finishing off her last cut with a small bandaid, “So the one on my cheek,” he started.

“Can you do it yourself, or do you want me to do it?” She asked, biting her lip, anticipation filling her veins.

“Can you do it?” He asked.

“I can,” she paused, “but do you want me to?”

He nodded his head, hair bouncing ever so slightly, “But the mask,” he reached to touch said item.

“Are you sure you want me to know who you are?” She seemed more unsure of herself, unreasonable in this situation. She had already revealed her identity, “If not, then I can probably cram the cotton ball under the mask.”

She heard the small hum of their Kwamis talking in the background as he answered, “Okay.”

She let out a breath of relief, “Okay, I’ll get to work then.”

   She cleaned the cut, slightly lifting the mask to clean the end of it, he hissed in pain, alcohol did do its job, to clean the wound, but it hurt like hell. She muttered an apology, her face scrunched up in slight worry.

   “There,” she placed a bandaid over the cut, finishing it off.

   There was silence for a while, no banter, only the sound of their breathing could be heard. It was a highly awkward silence.

   “I’m sorry,” he spat out, breaking the silence, Marinette jumped in surprise.

   “What… what for?” She questioned.

   “For, everything, I guess,” he breathed, he was scared that she hated him, “It’s my fault that I know your identity, and I just wanted to apologize.”

   “Don’t sweat it, kitty,” she had a smirk on her face, “I just wish it were under different circumstances,” she laughed nervously.

   “Me too,” he muttered, embarrassed that he had rejected her earlier, only because he had a crush on her alter ego.

   Marinette looked at her clock, “It’s, um, getting late, you should probably head home.”

   “Okay,” he bit his lip, he wanted to stay and tell her how sorry he was, and how he just felt so stupid, and kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so badly, that it almost physically hurt. How would he deal with seeing her tomorrow, not that he knew her secret, how would it affect their relationship?

   “Hey, Marinette?”

   “Yes–” She was cut off by a kiss, and a hand placed on her cheek. A blush could be seen on her face, and she reached to hold his forearm, as if to keep his hand on her face.

   And then it hit her– she wanted this. She wanted Chat, she wanted to be with him, and she was too stupidly hooked on her feelings for Adrien to see it. Was she really that stupid? How could she be so obviously in love, but not know it?

   The kiss ended all too soon, with him pulling away from a dazed Marinette. She looked in surprise as he jumped away, blinking multiple times to regain her composure.

“I-I’ll see you tomorrow,” she stammered, still slightly confused.

“Y-Yeah,” with that, he disappeared into the night.

“Tikki… did that just happen?” She asked unsure if she was dreaming, or maybe she was half asleep?

The kwami giggle in response, “I think it did Marinette.”

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The Same Boy || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: Being best friends with Ned was both a blessing and a curse: you got to see your crush, Peter, on a near daily basis, yet he doesn’t seem to like you that much, always remaining tight lipped and quiet whenever you were around.

Lucky for you, you can always count on Spider-Man to be there for you when you want to vent to him about your hopeless crush! But lately, it seems like your feelings are being split between Peter Parker and Spider-Man as you find yourself falling for both boys….}

warnings: none

**don’t plagiarize/repost this story; reblogs are fine!**

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Communication

Right, so I wanted to try and give myself a challenge here because a few folk pointed out to me that I tend to write a lot of quick and snappy scenes without really stopping for a moment. So here we go, this is my attempt at trying a nice, calm, development chapter. Sit down and relax, folks.

I also want to thank you all for 300 followers! It means so much to me, you have no clue! ;w;

Once again, this story is inspired by the 2D Bendy AU created by the wonderful @shinyzango!

I tried.

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SHINee: types of kisses

Onew:

•  those types of kisses where both of you get all serious and intense and are unable to look away from each other
•  he’ll grab your face all close, with his palm just barely ghosting over your cheeks
•  and while the rest of his body is pressed against yours, he’ll keep teasing by moving his face away after a few kisses just to get a reaction
•  it’s all slow and sensual and tbh he wouldn’t be the type to perfer desperate, hard kisses
•  all in all it would take your breath away bc it’s so unlike his jokester self


Jonghyun:

•  mischievous kisses that almost always turn into something more
•  it’s just a harmless intention, where he’s approaching you with the widest smirk on his face, his lips begging to be kissed
•  but then everything slows down and you both find yourselves against a wall or some sort of bed
•  he wouldn’t know what to do with his hands so they’d kinda just be roaming all over your body, lingering on the spots that got a reaction out of you
•  definitely the type to be intense and passionate when kissing you bc he gives it his all


Key:

•  fam…..get ready for a wild ride bc he’s a wildcard
•  things could switch up from vanilla and spice and everything nice……..to letting you pin him down on the couch, fingers wrapped tightly around his hair
•  you’d think that he’d be the silent and observant kind, but there’s no stopping his little breathy moans every time you inch closer to his jaw
•  much unlike jinki, those desperate and needy kisses are his favorite since he’s an endless tease and will continue to give you little pecks until you’ve had enough and take things into your own hand
•  is kinda lazy when it comes to makeout sessions tbh, so besides the moaning and heavy breathing, he’d pretty much sit back and let you do whatever you pleased


Minho:

•  the ever romantic Minho is sensual to the bone and the smallest kiss lingers on your lips for what seems like forever
•  he’s the type to be really discreet about where he should kiss you, since PDA isn’t exactly his Forte
•  but once he’s got you all to himself, his hands are caressing your hips while his lips massage yours
•  I’d imagine he’d whisper little praises and sweetnothings in your ear every time he’d pull away, even when you’re not doing anything
•  like I can’t express this enough HE’S AGONIZINGLY SLOW not bc he wants to tease you, he just wants these moments to last as long as possible


Taemin:

•  the shy, nose-bumping, laughter inducing kinda kiss
•  sometimes he gets a little too carried away when you get him all existed and tug on his hair, that he’d actually bump foreheads and noses with you and turns into a tomato
•  will keep on kissing you tho he’s hella sorry and embarssed, so that you couldn’t see how red and shaky he was becoming
•  he’s like a schoolboy when shyness takes over, oml he’d hold your hand and giggle when you bite on his lips
•  his kisses are slow and gentle when he’s tried and doesn’t want to take things further, and that’s usually most of the time

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fucking feelings

“Please marry me.”

Snowy narrows his eyes but doesn’t answer.

“Please.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. “What do you want now?”

“I’m say what I want,” Tater says. He’s a big shirtless basset hound in this bed, and Snowy wishes he had a bone or a chew toy to give him. “I want you marry me.”

“Right. Of course you do.” Snowy rolls over onto his other side.

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okaynatsu  asked:

Are you still doing prompts? If so could you do “Please talk to me.” And "I can't trust you" nalu please

Miscommunication

Word Count; 1307

A/N; This is really angsty whoops lol. Also it’s two am rn. Have some fun highschool AU stuff in which Natsu is a dumb teenage boy and Lucy is also a teenager. I was thinking around the 15/16 mark? Full of self rightousd energy and over reactive, bcus what teenager doesn’t think they know everything only to have it blow up in their faces a few times? This time, it’s Natsu realizing he can’t judge without knowing the full story, and Lucy realizing that honesty helps people get why she does things.

“Please talk to me.”

Natsu rolled his eyes, making a show of turning up the volume on his head phones. 

“Natsu,” she begged, putting herself in his way. Her eyes were red rimmed, the usual pretty honey brown murky with tears. As if Natsu would fall for that. Again.

“What do you want?” he asked, his gut twinging at how she flinched at his words. He mentally shook himself, why should he care about how some liar felt? He shoved past her, lips thinning when he felt her grab his elbow. 

“Please, just let me explain-”

“What do you want to explain Lucy? That you lied to all of your ‘friends’? To me? That you used us to get back at your dad? Why don’t you go back to your high life up on that hill and leave us ‘vagrants’ alone?” Natsu spat, yanking his arm out of her hands. Lucy stepped back, shock and pain coating her face openly. Natsu had trusted her instantly, opening his home to the strange teenager he met on the street. 

He hadn’t been so wrong about anything before in his life. 

“I never called you that!” Lucy said, voice high and angry and desperate. Natsu scoffed. “I didn’t” she insisted. “Natsu please, I’m sorry I lied to you about my last name but you have to believe me-”

“Trust you?” Natsu asked, crossing his arms over his chest and ignoring how his backpack slipped into the crook of his elbow. “I can’t trust you.”

“Just let me explain!” Lucy screamed, stamping her foot as more tears spilled down her cheeks. Natsu paused, shocked at her sudden anger. Lucy took his silence as letting her speak, scrubbing at her face violently as she hiccuped. Guilt coiled hot and tight in his chest. He’d made her cry. 

“Yes. Yes, I lied about who I was, okay? I c-come from a big house with lots of money and everything someone could ask for. But I- I would give it all up again because I hate it. My dad,” Lucy broke off, lip warbling and her eyes darting away from him. She hugged herself, Natsu reaching out for her but able to stop himself from comforting her. She continued on, not noticing his hand falling to his side. 

“My dad isn’t a good man. I’m sure he was at some point, but after my mom died… He changed. He started drinking. Focused all his time on his job. You know, it’s actually kinda sad, but last month when you guys through me that birthday party was the first time I celebrated my birthday in almost ten years?” Lucy laughed at herself, wiping her face again. She wasn’t lying. Natsu felt it in his bones, that she wasn’t lying and he was making her so scared and sad that she felt like she owed him her life’s story. Natsu made a choking noise, his disgust for himself catching in his throat. Lucy cringed, curling tighter into herself at his noise. 

How could he have been so wrong?

“I ran away becasue I couldn’t stand being alone in that stupid house anymore. All my dad cares about is money and power. I, I overheard him talking to one of his business partners. He was going to pull me out of school, and then when I turned eighteen he promised I’d ma- marry him. Can you believe that? Who trades their daughter for a bigger share in an oil company?” Lucy took in a deep breath, wet and raspy and all Natsu wanted to do was hold her. Drag her back to the shelter Fairy Tail and never let her dad find her again.

“Lucy,” Natsu started, rooted to his spot. God, why couldn’t he be better with emotions and dealing with people?

“So I changed my name, took on my mom’s last name of Ashley because I refused to be anything like my father. And it worked, for a bit. Of course I felt guilty lying to you guys about who I was, and I tried to make myself useful around the shelter to make up for taking up space that other kids needed more.”

Natsu balked. Who could need some place safe to stay more than a girl fearing for her future?

“But then he found me. A-and said all that awful stuff about you guys, but I guess you over heard that, huh?” Lucy gave him a wry smile, eyes flat as she finally looked at him. God, he’d really fucked up this time. “So, I- I just wanted to let you know I’m sorry. It’s my fault my dad tried to shut down the shelter and it’s my fault he said all that stuff about you guys being ‘vangrants’ and ‘hood rats’. As if my dad even cared about who I hung out with outside of how it affected the Heartfilia name. I’m sorry I lied Natsu, and betrayed your trust, and everyone at Fairy Tail. I’ll leave you alone now, I- I just needed to let you know.”

Lucy gave him a small smile, stepping back half a step as she dropped her gaze to the concrete. Natsu felt his backpack slip from his arm completely, ignoring it as it hit the ground. He grabbed Lucy’s wrist, panic blooming through his mind. “What do you mean you’ll leave me alone?” he asked, searching her face. Lucy looked at him, brows scrunched in confusion.

“I’m going home,” Lucy said slowly, standing rigid in her place. Natsu shook his head, stepping closer to her.

“You can’t.”

“I have nowhere else to go,” Lucy said with a small, sad smile. “I’ll be fine, really. I won’t be eighteen for another two years. Maybe their contract will fall through.” She didn’t sound hopeful, even as she put on a facade. For him. The one who had chased her back into the control of that monster.

“No.” Natsu said simply, yanking her towards him and hugging her as tightly as he could. “I was wrong. Yeah you lied, but you were doing what you had to do to survive.”

“I’m not going to die,” Lucy said calmly, still in Natsu’s arms and tense. 

“Your soul will.”

Natsu let that sink in, an exhale finally leaving him when Lucy returned his hug tightly. “I’m sorry I was an ass. Fairy Tail was lucky to have you. All that matters is that you’re Lucy. The sweet, caring, loud, weird girl who makes the entire room smile with you. You’re family, and I never should have said the shit I did. I’m sorry Lucy. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Lucy didn’t say anything, but Natsu felt her start to shake in his arms, nails digging into his back through his shirt where she was holding onto him tightly. They stood in the middle of the sidewalk for another minute, Natsu uncaring of any looks they got. He pulled away, giving her a small smile when she wiped her face again. She was even pretty when she cried, which Natsu thought was almost insulting. Who taught their child to be controlled even when they cried?

Natsu grabbed her hand, picking up his backpack as he started walking in the direction of Fairy Tail. “Natsu?” Lucy called, concern flashing through her eyes, Natsu thankful to notice some of the old spark returning to them. “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home,” Natsu said simply. “Gray’s gonna beat my ass for making you cry, but we have to claim your room again, yeah?” HE smiled at her as brightly as he could, hoping to force some confidence and nonchalance into his words. Fear made his heart skip a beat when he saw fresh tears form in her eyes, quickly washed away when Lucy beamed at him, nodding quickly.

“Okay Natsu. Let’s go home.”

In Another Life - Good Job, Baby

prompt: 

summary: a chaptered fic made up of a series of smutty oneshots taking place in the pastel!dan and punk!phil alternate universe

genre: smut, and possibly other things along the way (who knows)

warnings: in this particular oneshot - swearing, virginity, overstimulation, innocent!dan, handjob, blowjob, anal, dirty talk, size kink, lowkey praise kink uwu (wow kyra you just keep on going don’t you)

word count: 3087 (dammit)

a/n: okay yes! this is my fourth fic in a row, so i think i’m doing amazing with the ‘a fic a day’ thing. just to clarify, the following chapters to this fic will not be related to each other in anyway. the only thing they will have in common is pastel!dan and punk!phil, okay? okay. also, there are different prompts requested for each oneshot so ofc, it will all be different for each chapter, clear? alright now that that’s settled, everything phil did to dan was consensual and i had a lot of fun writing this. i would also like to thank holly for being there for me and beta’ing this fic. she is absolutely amazing :) i hope you guys liked this <33

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Chapter 25 - Unexpected

Originally posted by baekhyuntella

Chapter One & Two  Chapter 3  Chapter 4  Chapter 5  Chapter 6  Chapter 7  Chapter 8  Chapter 9  Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22  Chapter 23Chapter 24 


A/N - Forewarning, this is quote possibly the filthiest thing I have written to date.


Why had you told him to ask the others about their rewards? Thinking back on it while you waited you decided that it was a faux pas on your part. You should have just explained it like you did for Chanyeol.  You knew it took Yixing longer to process things, not because he was slow, but because he’d think over all of the possibilities and outcomes before making a decision. The last thing you wanted was to have scarred the poor guy. Out of the three, Suho’s had been the tamest reward.

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New Uniform (AU)

summary: A speeding reader is pulled over by a familiar police officer. Let the punishment fit the crime. Bucky smut!

author’s note: this isn’t the first thing i’ve written, but it is the first thing i’m posting on this blog- i actually had posted a few stories last summer, but they’re gone now. i didn’t proofread at all because i tend to delete my whole writing when i’m too critical lol. if you read it, let me know your thoughts!!

Originally posted by stallingdemons


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Sweet and Sour - Rowaelin

See notes at end for explanation.


Aelin sat beside her cousin, fidgeting and she could swear she felt light sheen of sweat on her forehead. Aedion glanced at her and the way his gaze lingered on the top part of her head it confirmed her suspicion. Aelin was never like this. She never lost her cool and have her bravado fall away. But now, in this moment, she was anxiety ridden.  

“I hate the dentist,” Aelin said in a voice that sounded in no way like her. 

“I know,” Aedion replied, “that’s why your teeth have got this bad. You refused to go when the problem started.” Aedion reaffirmed his words by giving his her an ‘I told you so look’, to which she only glared back.

Aelin had a toothache for a week straight, and before that it had come and gone every once and a while over the last few months. But now it seemed like she could no longer ignore it. So now she sat in the waiting room of Doranelle Dentistry, fist pressing into her aching cheek and waiting. Waiting for the inevitable pain that would take her pain away. 

The dentistry was nice, impeccably clean and styled. Everything looked expensive and high end and the artworks on the wall were very tasteful and looked to be the real thing and not prints. Even the receptionist had an air of perfection about her. Her pale blond hair was tied up into a high ponytail, revealing beautifully ivory coloured skin that was made up flawlessly. She had looked down her nose slightly at Aedion and Aelin in their very casual clothing when they had walked in. She was here to see the dentist, what did she expect Aelin to wear? A ball gown?

Aelin heard footsteps sound from around the corner and Aelin stiffened. She saw Aedion smirk and poked him hard in the ribs.

“Aelin Galathynius?” A male voice enquired.

Aelin looked up and saw a man that matched the beautiful decor that surrounded him. His skin was a tan,  with golden haired and dark eyes. Aelin blinked once in surprise then came to her senses. With a slight shake of her head she stood. She was a few steps forward when she realised Aedion wasn’t following. Aelin just raised her eyebrows.

“Really?” Aedion said quietly. Aelin expression didn’t change and Aedion simply just rolled his eyes before standing.

“Fenrys, be sure to tell Rowan this is his last patient before lunch,” the receptionist called sweetly. “And remind him that I’ll be on break as well.”

“Of course Remelle,” Fenrys said and Aelin could feel the insincerity oozing off him. He gave Aelin a small smile as he extended his arm in the direction she should go. “Although I wouldn’t be surprised if he climbs out the window to avoid her on the way out.” 

Aedion gave a huff of a laugh behind her and Aelin tried to smile. But right now she felt like she was walking to her death. 

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Sun and Moon

Thanks to @bahare-uzuchiha for hosting SNS week and placing @dez-da-narusasu-addict and me together as writing partners. We had a lot of fun writing this! This is probably late for all the days, but SNS is always relevant. ;)

Summary: When Sasuke finds a mark on his chest, identical to the one Naruto has carried for years, he isn’t overjoyed by the fact that they are soulmates, he is terrified. Terrified that the marks are wrong and Naruto doesn’t want him, not like that.

Rating: T

Sun and Moon

Sasuke had always noticed it. It had been so innocent looking. Naruto’s soul mate mark took the shape of a sun whose rays were similar to flames, but at the center there was a  half-crescent shape, reminding Sasuke of a moon. The mark that was almost unnoticeable on his blond friend’s tan arm stood out starkly against Sasuke’s pale skin. The mark suddenly lost all its innocence in Sasuke’s mind.

Naruto’s mark had always existed, at least for as long as Sasuke had known the boy. Now, at nearly twenty, Sasuke’s own mark had decided to make an appearance on his chest, a little below his collarbone. In his bathroom mirror Sasuke continued to stare at the mark in amazement, reaching his hands up to touch it before quickly retreating as if the flames from the sun had burned him.

The irony was surreal. Sasuke had come to admire his best friend years ago and that had, no matter how reluctantly, slowly but surely developed into romantic feelings for his friend. Sixteen year old Sasuke had longed for something like this to happen. But those were childish fantasies that the years had driven out of his mind. The Sasuke of today was… well it was complicated. While a small amount of happiness had started to bubble at the sight of his mark and what it ultimately meant, it was quickly crushed and replaced with dread.

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The Mistress - Chapter 16

Summary: The OC (reader) & Negan continue to spend time together and it leads to an intimate moment before hard decisions have to be made.

Characters: Reader (OC), Negan, Simon

Notes: I highly suspect that there will be some grammar errors in this, big time. I wrote it when I was tired and read over it when I was even more tired. So I’m sorry for that!

Warnings: Swearing & Fluffy Smut

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9366677/chapters/26116644

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anonymous asked:

Murklins with Bucky, pretty please?

Originally posted by sithlordalice

Someone was screaming.

He could see nothing but darkness. 

Thrusting his arms out into it, trying to find some traction, he couldn’t even spy his own fingers a few inches away from his face. In such darkness brought fear and Bucky tried not to let the quickening thump of his heart give him away. 

He wished for a weapon, something to protect himself should a foe appear. 

The screaming continued. A burst of light appeared from nowhere, a crack in the darkness, and he could spy a bulky figure. 

He ran- he hoped- towards the figure, the crack seeming to fall away further and further the closer he appeared to get. Then suddenly before him, there was a body. Despite the darkness, the figure lay with a startling clarity.

Steve was paralysed beneath him. His chest was coated in a dark red of drying blood, a few bullet wounds making holes in his uniform. Bucky dropped down to his knees, desperate to find some life in him. The screams continued. 

Steve’s mouth was wrenched open, frozen in place, his eyes wide and terrified. They were unblinking. Trying to shake him, Bucky found nothing but a statue in its place. 

Then- footsteps. Coming closer, speaking in a language he hated to remember. In the shadow the light created, he could spy military grade boots, camouflage pants tucked inside of them, the barrel of a gun hanging from someone’s hip, a beret tipped on the head. 

They were coming for him. He screamed, only to realise the truth. 

He was the one screaming. 

Wrenching himself up from the bed, Bucky tried to calm his breathing. The quick, heavy need for oxygen- a panic attack. He knew them well. The duvet had been shoved onto the floor, pillows were thrown about the bed. 

Falling face first onto the mattress, he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched the sheet beneath it, forcing himself to count out breaths. Quickly at first, his mind smoking. Then- slower, calmer, until he could bring himself down from the smoke in his brain. 

He was drenched in a cold sweat, thick beads of moisture dripping down his naked chest. Bucky’s hair fell in front of his face, greasy and unkempt. Yet he didn’t look up, didn’t dare try to move. Not until he could be sure he was OK. 

‘Daddy?‘ 

Bucky’s eyes snapped up. Clutching her blanket, which was wrapped toga-style around her cuddle buddy of choice- a bear named Bobo- Angie’s big green eyes were poked around the door frame, unsure if she was allowed to enter. 

His heart tightened again. She had probably been woken by his screaming. 

’D'you want me to get Uncle Stevie?' 

Angie hadn’t always been his daughter. She’d been left on the steps of the compound, and something about the tiny baby had prompted him to offer to care for her. 

He was desperate to have something he could proud of, instead of a life that he hated and refused to remember. She lived in the compound with all of them and had the room next to his, adjoined by a single door. A door she’d learned to operate once she could stand. 

When he didn’t say anything, Angie appeared to make a decision. 

Closing the door behind her, she toddled up to the mattress and managed to scale her way up the mattress and onto the bed. When Bucky didn’t get up, she clambered over him and found his palm. Angie placed the bear by her side, before wrapping her tiny hands around Bucky’s wrist and gently pressing her thumbs against his pulse point. 

'In…two, three, four…out, two, three, four…’ she murmured softly, massaging the pulse point. It took him a moment to work out that she was trying to steady his breathing. 

Burying his face into the mattress again, he focused carefully on the tiny voice of his daughter, matching his breathing to her soft words. She didn’t get bored or irritated, as he would have expected. Instead, she waited until his breathing had steadied. 

After a little while, Bucky allowed himself to lift his head. His cheeks were wet with tears. When he sat up, Angie gently brushed away his tears with her thumbs again, a frown of worry in her little brow. 

'Better, Daddy?’

He nodded gently, still not yet prepared to say anything. Angie reached across to the bedside table and turned on the switch for the lamp, bringing soft light to the bedroom. It seemed to make everything cosier. When he tried to spot her again, she was reaching for a half glass of water. 

Holding it carefully in both hands, Angie held it out to him and he took it gratefully, gulping down the last of it quickly. She watched him carefully, waiting until he looked up before she stumbled across the mattress and stood in between his legs, wrapping her arms around his neck. 

It was a little tight, but he didn’t care. She smelled like bubble bath and talcum powder. It soothed him. Bucky pressed a soft kiss to her cheek, holding his baby close. 

'Thank you, baby. M'sorry.' 

Her little hand stroked his hair. 

'It’s OK. Uncle Stevie taught me what to do.' 

The knot in his chest loosened slightly. Gently, he let Angie go, tucking his hair behind his ears, hating that it was stuck in the way of his eyes. 

'I can do it. I been practising,’ she said matter-of-factly, standing up behind him.

Her hands were gentle and almost soothing as they pulled Bucky’s long hair into a small ponytail, the hair tie keeping it in place and her fingers tucking a few strands behind his ear. 

He picked up the duvet from the floor and carefully placed it back on the bed. 

'Will you and Bobo stay in Daddy’s bed tonight?’ Bucky asked quietly. Angie smiled happily at him, crawling over and making herself comfortable on his lap, pulling up the duvet around her. 

Reaching for his tablet, still keeping an eye on the rapid thumping of his heartbeat, he propped it up in front of her and opened up Netflix.

'Why don’t we watch something till we get sleepy, baby?’

Angie clutched the tablet in her hands, even more technologically advanced than her old man, settling on a Disney movie about a princess. She curled up against his chest, sucking her thumb and gently cradling Bobo in her other arm.

And Bucky simply held her, both arms tucked tightly around her small body. Even at his worst moments- he would always have her.