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Business and Pleasure - Part 15

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,833

Warnings: Swearing, angst

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

By the time you arrived back in New York, you were pretty sure that you had cried out all the tears your body could possibly produce. Your eyes were dry and bloodshot, and you couldn’t stop the constant shivering that had started sometime during the flight back. You spent the entirety of the flight trying not to cry. You hugged your knees to your chest as best as you could in the cramped plane and stared out the window. Thankfully, you had plenty of music on your phone, so you simply plugged in your headphones and tuned out the rest of the world.

Once you landed and collected your baggage, you realized just how late it was. The sun had set during the flight, and it was now well past midnight. You could have easily called a taxi, but you weren’t sure that you could handle being stuck in the back of a taxi for the ride back home. You didn’t want to have to make awkward small talk. All you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep. 

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laschatzi  asked:

As we were flailing over Colin's ability to express so much just with his face, I'm thinking of another scene for you to analyze: Show us the exact moment (you can see it in his eyes!!) when the guy tied to that tree turns from being a poor scared blacksmith to that completely different person, the angry, dangerous pirate Captain Hook.

YESSS!!! Let’s go way back!!

To where it all began!!

Look at him. 

Pulling out the soulful tortured puppy eyes. 

Putting on the humble charm.

He’s really selling this whole “weak and frightened blacksmith” routine.

And they’re eating it up. Completely falling for it.

Lowering their defences and oozing sympathy for this “poor defenceless guy” while mourning the loss of those lost in the tragic tale he’s spinning.

All except one lady.

Emma smells a bullshitter.

She pulls the nice cop on him.

“Listen up… you’re good but not that good. I’m not buying it… so if you give me the truth now, things might go a little smoother. Cos honestly? I know you’re lying through your teeth.”

And he tries, bless him. 

He’s probably gotten so used to the opposite sex falling for his tactics that he’s stopped trying so hard - that or he’s just become so confident they’ll all fall for it.

Ha! Killian, you done fucked up, matey.

She’s giving him a sympathetic smile but her eyes are screaming “gotcha”.

You’re not fooling Emma Swan, Killian.

And he’s thinking he’s safe. Crisis averted. 

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playing quidditch with draco would include...

pairing: draco x gryffindor reader

  • him being so cautious of even slightly bumping into you, let alone knocking you off your broomstick during a game
  • him getting mad at his own team players for being rough with you even though you assure him it’s fine and you can handle yourself
  • “it’s just part of the game, babe. don’t get angry.”
  • “i know, but-”
  • “draco, it’s fine. look, i’m ok.”
  • “alright, but just… be careful.”
  • “i always am.”
  • everyone knowing how tough you are but draco still insists you need to look after yourself more when you play
  • “i know you’re the best player, y/n, everyone does… but you’re still mine, and i still need to protect you.”
  • you kissing him on the cheek to calm him down after someone makes either him or you lose
  • him surprising you by buying you the broomstick you’ve always wanted
  • “well you’ve been going on about this model for ages, so i thought i’d get it for you.”
  • “draco, you really didn’t have to. this is perfect, babe. thank you so much.”
  • “anything for you… you deserve it.”
  • him marvelling at how skilled of a player you are
  • when you play against slytherin, he still cheers you on even though you’re in a different house
  • him picking you up after you fall off of your broom
  • … and giving daggers to whoever made you fall, whether they’re on his team or not
  • him getting distracted during really important practices/games because he can’t stop looking at you
  • when he’s watching you on in the crowd he gets everyone to chant your name
  • being so proud of you whether you win or lose
  • “you did so great, babe. honestly, you amaze me every time you get on the pitch.”
  • sneaking off to the quidditch pitch in the middle of the night to have a one-on-one game
  • … but ending up just chasing each other around on your brooms
  • him losing the game for slytherin after he goes to help you back onto your broomstick instead of catching the snitch
  • “dray, what are you doing? you could of won!”
  • “you were falling, winning’s the least i care about right now. are you alright?”
  • “as much as i find your consideration super sweet, you really shouldn’t of done that. i’m ok, draco, really.”
  • “good… i love you.”
  • “i love you too.”
  • you sometimes getting mad at him for thinking you can’t take care of yourself in a match
  • secretly loving how protective he gets of you during a match
  • meeting before each game you play against each other so that he can tell you how wonderful of a player you are and you can tell him the same
  • him always coming to watch you practice
  • … mainly because he wants to make sure everyone knows your his and that no one flirts with you during practice
  • you becoming really good friends with ron and oliver during gryffindor practice and draco being jealous
  • “you’re suppose to be practicing quidditch, not pick up lines, weasley.”
  • “draco, babe, stop. we’re just talking.”
  • “remember to keep your distance, wood. not only are you on the same team but that’s my girl you’re-”
  • “dray! stop it.”
  • you never really being able to talk to a male team mate without him making himself known
  • “there’s my girl. just thought i’d come by to wish you luck.”
  • “babe, i just saw you. 15 minuets ago.”
  • “… even more luck then.”
  • him letting you catch the snitch even though he knew that meant his team losing
  • him being secretly terrified of you during a game where you’d play each others teams
  • you secretly being jealous of the attention he’d get from slytherin girls
  • “everything alright, babe?”
  • “fine, draco… fine.”
  • “what?”
  • “nothing… i see you’ve got a few fans over there.”
  • “and you’re jealous, are you?”
  • “pssh, please.”
  • … then you making him kiss you in front of them
  • “i’m your number 1 fan, draco, just remember that.”
  • going to the three broomsticks together after each practice
  • … and him insisting on paying every time
  •  him and ron holding you on their shoulders after you catch the winning snitch
  • all of the girls being jealous of how supportive he is of you
  • snape having to keep an eye on him during big games so that he doesn’t use magic against someone who might hurt you
  • him thinking you’re really badass when he watches you practice
  • him thinking it’s cute when you get pissed at someone from the opposite team
  • “y/n, you know you’re the best player in gryffindor, don’t waste your time thinking about one small match… besides, you’re adorable when you’re angry.”
  • “shut up.”
  • both being so incredibly proud of each other when you get the positions you wanted after try-outs
  • more people turning out to the matches you and draco were playing against each other because they wanted to be there if something happened
  • when you ref for slytherin you let him off or pretend you don’t notice when he should obviously get a penalty, and him doing the same for you
  • when he refs for gryffindor he sends anyone off who even slightly hurts you
  • being in the daily prophet together after having an article written about the two of you being the ‘quidditch power couple’
  • … and in the photo you’re both stood by each other, wearing your quidditch uniforms, holding your brooms, draco’s arm is wrapped around you, and he’s giving you a kiss on the cheek
  • you and him both keeping a cut out of the article without the other one knowing
  • him being really mad at blaise for cheering on a slytherin that pushes you out of the way of the snitch
  • if he loses a game you always know how to cheer him up ;)
  • … and if you lose, he really knows how to cheer you up
  • when he can’t be at one of your matches he worries so much about whether you’re ok
  • you kissing him good luck before every one of his matches
  • his team mates making fun of him being so gentle with you during practice
  • both of you being known as the best players in your house
  • blaise and the rest of his team mates being mad at you for sometimes making him late to practice because you wanted to spend time with him
  • draco telling them to stop being so grumpy
  • you feeling really disheartened for him when slytherin loses because you know he tried his best
  • always walking to practice together
  • him being mad at the ref if you get sent off
  • draco always talking about how good of a player you are to blaise after every match or practice
  • “…i mean, i know i’m bias, being her boyfriend and all, but isn’t she just the greatest player hogwarts has ever had? … and the cutest…”
  • him getting really angry and argumentative with any teacher that gives him detention when he’s suppose to watch you practice
  • you doing the same
  • him thinking you look really cute in your quidditch uniform
  • … and you sometimes wearing his because you know how much he likes it
  • borrowing each others brooms sometimes
  • everyone being extra scared to mess with you during practice or a game because they know not only are they messing with you but there also messing with draco
  • oliver wood offering to give you extra training only because he wants to maintain your skill but draco getting jealous and protective
  • when you do train with oliver, draco always gets really paranoid that he’s only doing it because he thinks he likes you
  • … and draco coming to ‘pick you up’ after practice with oliver because he wants to make sure he doesn’t flirt with you or that oliver’s not trying anything
  • “draco, even if he did like me, which he doesn’t, you know nothing would ever happen between us. i’m only interested in quidditch. and you.”
  • going on dates to watch ravenclaw play hufflepuff
  • him thinking it’s really cute when you cheer on your ravenclaw/hufflepuff friends, or get mad and shout at the ref
  • critiquing matches together
  • teasing him by saying the ravenclaw captain is better than him
  • “you know i’m only teasing, dray… but seriously, you might want to think about upping your game.”
  • “and you might want to think about wiping that smirk off of your face.”
  • him being able the get the best seats for you to national and international matches because of his father
  • knowing each others favourite players
  • … but he always says you’re his favourite player
  • “yeah, krum’s good, but he’s nowhere near as good as you, y/n.”
  • “if that were only true…”
  • “it is to me.”
  • you kissing him in front of everyone after he wins for slytherin
  • “congratulations, draco.”
  • “thank you, sweetheart.”
  • the crowd of people around him all ‘woo’-ing and wolf-whistling you both after you kiss him
  • you always asking him if you could see the snitch he caught
  • him giving you the snitch as a gift because he knew how much you liked it
  • jokingly asking him to sign your broom after he wins the match
  • … and he actually does it
  • … but you secretly quite like it and look at it all the time
  • quidditch basically just having a big role in your relationship & lives
  • … and him knowing it’s your dream to become a professional quidditch player and play for england
  • “i just know it’s going to happen, y/n. you’re the best player i’ve ever seen.”

lol this is super long and wasn’t requested but i was bored and thought this was a really cute idea. i want to do more of these types of imagines so expect some of these in the future.
also, i know it’s been a while since i’ve posted. it’s because i’ve been working on part 3 of distant and it’s taking forever to get right, but will hopefully be out later this month. thank you guys for reading my stuff, i really appreciate it :)

What Hurts The Most Pt. 2

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2592

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Graphic smut, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), swearing, some angst and some fluff.

A/N: Thank you for the great feedback and love I have received! I appreciate it more than you know! This is an emotional roller coaster my friends… 

Read the first part here to get caught up!

One month later…

You were drunk.

Looking down at the whiskey in your glass, you tried to remember what number you were on. Raising the glass to your lips, you downed what was left with ease and motioned to the bartender for another. He smiled at you as he refilled the tumbler with the amber colored liquid. Taking your drink between your hands, you turned on the barstool to look at the party going on behind you. Tony’s parties were always this way. Lavish, cheerful, and full of people with money in their pockets. There was good music and people dancing. The merriment of the evening was in celebration of some new software Tony had created. Again.

You really should have been in a better mood than what you were. You had put on your favorite dress, took time on your hair, and put on make-up. You chose the heels that made your legs look a mile long and your ass look fantastic. But here you were, sitting at the bar, scowling at the happy people around you.

There he was. You knew Steve would make him come. It really wasn’t his scene either, but if Steve asked you to do something, you normally did it. Bucky was sitting on a couch on the other side of the room, sitting next to Wanda. Was her hand on his arm? Did he just laugh at something she said? You raised your glass again, letting the whiskey burn a path to your stomach. You swiveled your bar stool back around before you threw up.

“Ya know, Jack is everyone’s friend in the beginning, but has been known to make enemies quick,” Sam said pointing at your drink before sitting down on the stool beside you. You glanced at him as he ordered two waters and leaned his elbows on the bar. He looked over at you, “How many of those have you had?” You shrugged as an answer, taking another sip.

“I believe that is her fifth,” Vision stated while settling himself on your other side. Shooting a glare at Vis, you looked back over to see Sam frown at you. You rolled your eyes and hopped off your stool. You finished your drink and slammed the glass onto the bar.

“Goodnight gentlemen,” you said over your shoulder as you walked away.

You punched the button for the elevator and chanced a glance in Bucky’s direction again. Steve had joined their conversation, all of them with smiles on their faces. You turned back to the elevator. You blamed the feeling in your stomach on the alcohol. The tears in your eyes, you blamed on yourself.

You were woken up by the bed dipping next to you. You rolled over and slowly opened your eyes. Bucky was sitting on the other side of the bed. You couldn’t have been more shocked and he must have seen it on your face, because he was frowning at you.

“H-how did you get in here?” you croaked out. You sat up and pulled the blanket around you.

“You never changed your keycode on the door.” He said while fidgeting with the corner of the blanket.

“Ok, why are you here?” It came out harsher than what you had intended but you weren’t a morning person.

He didn’t answer right away. He turned his head and looked around your room. You knew what he saw. Your clothes were in laundry baskets and you had books and papers strewn around various surfaces. He bent down and picked up a drawing that was at his feet. He studied it a second before turning back to you and pointing at the paper, “Is this a memory or in the future?” You looked away from his face and looked at the drawing. It was a sketch of Bucky looking out a window, his hair falling over his brow and he had a small smile on his face. It was in the future. In your sketchbook, the drawing was continued on the next page and it’s of you outside playing with yours and Bucky’s young son. Apparently, your visions can be wrong.

It hurt.

“I don’t know, I just saw it and had to draw it.” You said before getting up and going in the bathroom. You closed the door and turned to the sink. Running the cold water, you grabbed a handful and splashed your face. You turned the water off and leaned against the sink. You let your tears mix with the water dripping off your face. You gripped the edges of the counter as racking sobs took hold of your body. Hanging your head, you cried. You cried so hard that you didn’t hear the bathroom door open or Bucky’s boots scrape across the floor to take you in his arms. When you connected with his solid chest, you cried even harder. His strong arms hugged you tight and he was murmuring soft words into your hair. You gripped his t-shirt in your hands and held on. You let out all the heartache, the anguish.

Finally calming down, you pushed away from him to look up at his face, “Why are you here?”

He wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs, “I’m worried about you.” He tucked your hair behind your ears. “Steve said that you are skipping gym sessions and Wanda mentioned that you haven’t been meeting with her to strengthen your abilities. I saw the video of the mission you went on with Sam. That could have ended up a lot worse than it did. And the drinking…”

You cut him off by pushing yourself farther away from him. You pulled yourself together and faced him fully. “You don’t get to have a say what goes on in my life anymore Bucky.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at you, “I have only ever wanted you to be the best that you can be.” He said, getting angry. “But you see it as me wanting to keep you under my thumb. Or what is it that you said? That I will never see you as part of the team? Well, when you get your head out of your ass and start being a part of the fucking team, I will see you that way. Quit thinking that you can do it all on your own and rely on other people.”

“I’ve only ever had myself to lean on, you fucking know that,” you said shoving him away from the door so you could get away from him.

He followed you back into your room. The way he said, “You had me,” stopped you in your tracks. You turned around to look at him. He looked sad as he dropped his arms to his sides in defeat. “You have me. You will always have me. I love you.”

Your feet moved before your brain registered what you were doing. You practically launched yourself at him, fusing your lips to his. You placed both hands on each side of his face as his arms went around your back. The kiss was slow, letting the hunger build. His tongue tangled with yours before his teeth sank into your bottom lip. A soft moan left your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. He took his time, savoring the feel of your lips against his. Bucky’s metal hand started lifting your shirt to strip it off, leaving you only in your panties. He crashed his lips on yours again while his hands smoothed over your naked back.

You moved your arms down to strip him of his shirt. Leaning forward, you placed soft kisses across his collar bones. You traced the muscles on his stomach with your fingers and dipped them in his sweatpants at his hips bones. Lowering to your knees in front of him, you tugged his pants down his legs and looked up at his face. He was staring down at you, bottom lip between his teeth. You brought your hands up and wrapped them around his thick cock and gave a slow pump. He closed his eyes and placed his flesh hand behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. You swiped your thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the pre-cum that had formed. You leaned up and took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue along the tender underside. His soft groan turned into a moan when he hit the back of your throat. His hand tightened in your hair as you set a torturous pace. His metal hand clenched into a fist at his side when he opened his eyes to watch your lips around his cock. Wetness pooled between your thighs at the intense look on his face.

“Fuck,” he grunted when you gave him a hard suck. He started to move his hips, thrusting himself into your mouth. You loved when he did this, lost in the pleasure you were giving him. All too soon, he pulled your hair and popped your mouth off his cock. “Get on the bed, doll face,” he said, wiping your bottom lip with his thumb.

You crawled your way onto the bed and sprawled out on your back. Bucky placed his knee on the bed and bent to tug your panties down your legs. Tossing them aside, he lifted your leg and placed a soft kiss on your ankle. He trailed open mouthed kisses along your calf, the side of your knee. Spreading your thighs, he licked a path to your pussy. He stopped, hovering over where you wanted his lips the most. You whimpered when he blew warm air across your clit.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, a smirk appearing on his lips.

You knew that Bucky loved this game. He loved hearing you tell him how good he was making you feel or how you wanted him to do something. You tunneled your fingers through his hair, scraping your nails across his scalp, “Fuck me with your tongue baby,” you said breathlessly.

With a growl, Bucky licked straight into your cunt. His tongue entered you repeatedly, sending lightning bolts throughout your body. You cried out when his fingers started to rub circles on your clit, matching his tongues rhythm. You gripped his hair harder, grinding your hips against his face. His metal hand grasped your thigh to hold you in place. His tongue and fingers switched places, burying his fingers deep as his tongue gave your clit quick flicks. He easily found your sweet spot, relentlessly stroking across it with each thrust of his fingers. You moaned long and loud when he sucked your clit between his lips. Your legs began to shake and you tried to close your legs around his head because the pleasure was too much, too sharp. But his metal hand held you still.

“Bucky… p-please baby.” You cried, arching your back. “Please let me cum.”

He looked up at you as his metal hand left your thigh to run his fingers across your nipples. When he rolled one between his fingers, your orgasm hit you hard. You slammed your eyes shut, screaming out your release, legs quaking around Bucky’s shoulders. He removed his fingers but gave your clit soft licks, bringing you down from your high.

You opened your eyes when you felt him climb over you. He lowered himself to his elbows, his face inches above yours, your bodies were skin to skin. You wrapped your legs around his hips, as he kissed you softly. Bucky readjusted his hips to align himself with your entrance, pushing in slowly. Your quick intake of breath made him pull back to look at you.

“Are you ok?” he asked, while stopping his movement.

You smiled up at him and tightened your legs around his hips, pushing his cock fully inside you. Cradling his face in your hands, you brought his lips down to meet yours again. You both sighed into the kiss when he pulled out and pushed back in. He ground his pelvis against yours, the hair at the base of his cock rough against your clit.

“I’m perfect, don’t you dare stop,” you said against his lips.

Bucky groaned, burying his face in your neck as he quickened his pace. You wrapped your arms around his head and whispered naughty things in his ear. His teeth nipped at the tender spot below your ear, causing your walls to clench around him. He moaned low, his thrusts turning more rough, deeper. He reached his metal arm down to wrap around your lower back, angling your hips into his thrusts.

“Doll, please tell me you are with me, because I’m not going to last much longer.” he said, adjusting his knees for better leverage. “You feel so damn good.”

“I’m with you baby… let me feel you cum.” You moaned.

He raised up to watch your face. The smile that was on his lips was your undoing, you gripped his shoulders are you came with a startled cry. Bucky closed his eyes and groaned when your walls contracted around him. He buried himself as deep as he could get and came with a shout, his hot spurts of cum spilling inside you. You smoothed your hands down his sides as you both settled.

Bucky leaned down to give you a quick kiss before rolling over, bringing you with him. You leaned on an elbow and looked down at his content face. Reaching up, you brushed away the hair that had stuck to his face. “I love you too Bucky,” you said softly.

He turned his head to look at you, “I know we always agreed that you would never use your abilities on me, but I want you to right now. I want you to see how I feel instead of me telling you.”

Nodding slowly, you placed your hands on each side of his neck and closed your eyes. Pushing yourself into his mind, you became overwhelmed with emotion.

You… you were what was all over his mind. Past, present and future. You saw the hurt from missing you, you saw the good times and the bad. You saw the future he wanted with you. His first memory of you was the day they rescued you from HYDRA. He was the one that unstrapped you from the table and carried you out of the facility. You saw the moment that he knew he loved you. It was a rainy day spent in, he walked into your shared room and seen you dancing in your underwear, using a hair brush to sing the song. That memory faded into what he wanted his future to be. You were outside playing with a little boy who had your hair color and his daddy’s eyes, while he watched out of the window.

You let go of his neck, returning to yourself. Bucky reached up and wiped the tears away that you didn’t realize had started to fall. You quickly got out of the bed and grabbed the drawing that Bucky had seen earlier and searched for your sketchpad. After retrieving it, you sat back down on the bed next to him and opened it, finding the other half of the drawing. You put them together and turned the book to show him.

He chuckled and traced the page with his finger, getting a little teary eyed himself, “You’ve seen it.”

You dived into his arms, nuzzling your face into his neck. Never letting go.

It didn’t hurt anymore.

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The Outsiders Headcanons: Dallas getting home from a rumble.

-Most times it’s in the middle of the night so he tries to sneak inside without waking you, knowing that you’d be angry with him for getting in a fight.

-However, he still wakes you cause the boy can’t be quiet/gentle if his life depended on it.

-You’d scold him and tell him that he’s gonna get himself killed if he keeps it up.

-“One of these days you’re gonna get your head kicked in, Dal.”

-“Will you stop worrying about me? It ain’t a big deal.”

-Trying to keep him still while you attempt to clean him up a bit.

-“Will you stop that? I don’t need you to take care of me.”

-He secretly wants you to take care of him so when you finally stop due to his whining he throws subtle hints for you to help him again, this time no whining.

-Kissing his busted lip on purpose because you’re fed up with his poor decisions but making it seem like an honest mistake when he gets whiny with you yet again.

-Him going on and on as to how he kicked the socs asses and how all the injuries were worth it.

-Eye-rolling becoming your new talent.

-Dallas getting annoyed each time you do it.

-“If you roll your eyes at me one more time they’re gonna roll into the back of your head.”

-Trying your best to convince him not to fight anymore, but that obviously isn’t successful.

-Him being so proud of winning that he rein acts parts of the rumble, attempting to show off for you.

-Him wanting you to attend the next fight, once again as an attempt to show off, but you refuse.

-You calling him stupid and stubborn for never listening to you.

-Him finding you being angry at him and caring for him amusing, causing a smug smirk to be permanently on his lips as you attempt to knock some sense into him.

-Eventually you give in and let him ramble on about the fight, realizing that it gave him a sense of pride and excitement, in an almost gruesome way. Nonetheless, you did enjoy seeing him be so passionate about something because that didn’t happen often with Dallas.

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Originally posted by yoonmin

based on fine by Taeyeon

words: 1.8k

summary: Your in love with Jimin, your best friend, who’s also a player and you don’t know how to tell him about how you feel.

part 2 - part 3


it took everything for you to not be sweating really bad this moment. You were scared, nervous and if you could choose between being quiet about this and not having to tell Jimin how you feels, you would definitely stay quiet for the rest of your life. Yet Taehyung had told you that if you didn’t tell him, then he would tell him how you truly felt. You were angry at him for it because you didn’t want this pressure on you, not only did you hated it but you also couldn’t sleep at night due to it. Taehyung assured you that he was doing it for your good because he was tired of seeing you all the time really sad every time Jimin mentioned other girls name but to you, it definitely wasn’t like this, this was almost like a betrayal.

You didn’t want to admit it but your feeling for Jimin were big and they were pretty messy since you knew how bad they would all turn out at the end. True was that almost everyone knew how bad Jimin actually was when it came to the relationship and even you knew it. He played tons of girls and while you were thankful you weren’t one of them, you also didn’t enjoy being the girl that he told everything to, including the numbers of how many girls he had been with and how many he had used for sex. You hated it that you were in love with him because knowing how weak you were, he could easily break you.

You were now on your way to Jimin’s and Taehyungs dorms, in hopes you could have a movie night with him without being interrupted by Taehyung. He was probably the only one who kept pressuring you to tell Jimin how you felt, which was the reason most of the time you were always trying to avoid him. It wasn’t that you hated him for it because you knew he was right for the most part but you just weren’t ready for Jimin’s rejection. So now you were trying to slowly open the front door of their room without making a noise even though it was very obvious that you were there thanks to the loud crack that it made every time you slowly tried closing it. While you hoped that no one had actually heard the loud noises, you see the light in the living room being turned on and you sigh, knowing you were caught.

“What are you doing here? Are you finally going to tell him?” you heard the too familiar voice and you immediately get out of the dorm, hoping to make it back to your dorm before he caught you.

You didn’t even know why you tried, you were pretty dumb for even think Taehyung would let you walk away from this situation.

 Instead, you feel the door being opened again and when you try to let go of the door handle, Taehyung grabs a hold of your arm and pulls you inside, immediately closing the door.

“Stop acting like a kid and trying to run away! One way or another you’re going to have to tell him”

“No!” You push him away slightly walking towards the living room, sitting on the couch with both of your hands crossed.

“ Whatever! Did you talk to him or not?” he ask while opening the fridge to get a bottle of water.

“I want to but every time I do I chicken out”

“So you’re just going to live like this? Never telling him while seeing him with other girls?” he asked and you simply dodge the question, knowing that even you didn’t know how to answer that.

“I’ll just deal with it myself” you both knew that was a big lie but he doesn’t bother to question it.

“You do know he’s with girl right now”

“What?” You feel yourself choke on those words and you immediately feel anger developing.

“I know you guys had a movie to watch but he just left an hour ago with some girl from Art class”

“Then there’s no point of me being right? Just tell him I came but left, I’ll see you” You feel disappointed on yourself for even believing that Jimin would be on time for this and how stupid of you to even think he would reject sex for you. 

You were angry, even Taehyung knew it by the look of you but you just couldn’t hold it in. He had promised to had been here waiting for you and not only was he late but he had stood you up for a meaningless fling. 

You knew that this was something you should have become adjust to, even numb to it but you couldn’t no matter what. You hated the feeling of it, being heartbroken over someone who didn’t care about how you felt but this was how it was. If you weren’t going to tell him about how you felt then you had to start adjusting to his ways somehow.


Going home seemed like such a long way since your mind was preoccupied with the thoughts of the pros and cons of telling him how you truly felt. The pro was that maybe, just maybe he could like you back. It was just a tiny maybe and you never really thought about it which took you back to your first choice, the cons. The cons were pretty much him ignoring you forever and you losing all contact and all that was too much for you to lose over a stupid crush on your best friend.

You finally arrive at your dorm after a long walk that was nothing but horrible thoughts that were never good for you and you decide to check your phone to make sure boss hadn’t sent you an important message for work tomorrow like she always did to remind you. Instead, you find two unread messages from Jimin and you realize that you had forgotten to text him.

“Hey I just came back, are you ready?”

“Y/n where did you go? I thought we were going to watch a movie together? Why did Taehyung tell me you left…ㅜㅜ?”

You knew this feeling too well, being the second choice. You almost felt the tears stinging knowing that he was with someone else, instead of you. You immediately throw yourself on your bed and close your eyes, hoping that the pain would already go away but you swore, if it was possible, that the pain in your heart that was becoming bigger and bigger.

You had been ignoring Jimin for the past week due to the talk you had with Taehyung that kind of gave you light on the whole thing and Jimin never bothering to show up at the time you guys had suggested. He even tried to call you a couple of times the next day and even came to your classes to find you but instead, all he saw were empty seats and no sign of you. He tried to get a hold of your other friends that he didn’t know existed since you spend most of the time with him. Most of them didn’t even know what to reply to him because in fact, most of them didn’t understand what he was talking about.Truth was that you did spend all of your time with Jimin and you kind of had stopped talking them but that was something that Jimin wasn’t aware and it made him feel really bad, he was starting to feel guilty.

It was the second week that you were nowhere near to be found where Jimin had given all hope on you. He knew you were ignoring him, he did but he was also too stubborn to call you. He wanted to see you face to face and ask you what was wrong, why were you being like this? But instead, he gives up and hopes you somehow text him back.

In the very hot Friday morning of the third week, you had decided to step out of your dorm. Funny enough, you were always there but somehow Jimin was clueless because you only went to his dorm and he never went to yours. You had also gone to your classes but because you sat all the way in the back against the wall, he could never see you through the tiny window of the class. You weren’t ignoring him out of anger, you just wanted to have a break from everything. You were kind of tired of being his ‘friend’, you wanted to be more than that and you know that asking for that was too much.


It wasn’t actually long till you had to come across Jimin and Taehyung simply because this town was small enough and because you were sure that Taehyung had planned it. Out of all of the Cafe’s that were in the area, the one that you had only told Taehyung about, they were both there standing in line and you weren’t surprised. You were mostly surprised at seeing Jimin but definitely not Taehyung. You knew your suspicions of him coming here just to make you and Jimin talk was right when he turned around and he smiled, a smile you knew too well.

“Funny seeing you here”

“Hey” You awkwardly wave at him and at the sound of your voice, Jimin turns around surprised to see you there after so long.

“Where have you been?” Jimin speaks up and comes a little bit too close to your liking,

“Um well, I’ve been busy with sch-”

“Really? Because I saw you yesterday playing at the Arcade and you had your phone in your hand yet you ignored my texts completely” Jimin completely cuts you off and you don’t know whether to hide under a rock or start digging your own grave.

So maybe he had seen you that one time you came out at night but you didn’t really expect him to be there out of all places.

“What’s so bad about it? You do the same thing” You hear Taehyung add and your heart immediately drops, knowing where this was going to lead.

“Taehyung, don’t do this”

“Why is it bad that she ignores you but when you do it, she’s supposed to be okay with it? Haven’t you ever thought of how she felt?”

“Whats that suppose to mean?” Jimin looks at both of you, completely unaware of what was about to happen.

“I’m trying to tell you that maybe you should take into mind of how you make other feels” You can feel Jimins gaze on you but you look at Tae instead hoping to get him to stop talking. This wasn’t how you wanted for Jimin to find out, this wasn’t part of the picture.

Maybe you expected too much of yourself but this was definitely not how you pictured it. In your head, it was a prettier place like the park and you wanted for it to be a nice day where the sun came out and Jimin would be there with a huge smile on his face and you would tell him and just maybe he would accept you back. Thats how you pictured it, not on a Coffee shop with people’s eyes on you.

“Are you saying this because I forgot about my movie night with her? and if so what? this is our business, not yours Taehyung” Jimin pushes him slighty and you suddenly get between them, not wanting to make two best friends fight for something so silly like this.

“It’s not like that Jimin, its something else” 

“Taehyung please just don’t do it” You don’t know how many times you’ve begged him to stop but instead, he continues to go on.

“It’s just….dude how can you be so blind?” Taehyung takes one step closer towards you and you feel like this might just be the end of times. “Just tell him please”

“No, he doesn’t need to know tae, stop this already” You didn’t want this to happen, not like this.

“Can someone please just tell me what’s going on?” Jimin looks at you and your heart feels like its breaking because this was when you were going to find whether or not Jimin would still be there for you when he heard those three words or leave you behind.

“She likes you”


Should I do a part two or? this my first time posting and I know its short but for some unknown reason, this took forever to do? but I have a lot of ideas for the next part so tell me what you think here!!

Father III

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“This is getting out of hand.”

“What is getting out of hand?” Asked Pomona.

“Those two.” And Neville pointed at Harry and Malfoy, who were attending breakfast again after two days of absence.

“Last night, I actually dreamed of them. I was smashing their heads together while shouting ”and now kiss”.” He made some aggressive movements with his hands to underline his words.

“Who should kiss?” Asked Malfoy.

“Your mom.” Answered Neville.

Malfoy opened his mouth, offended. “My mother does not…”

“I was joking, I was joking. Djeezus Malfoy, loosen up a bit.” Neville was angry, and suddenly he sprang to his feet and stormed off.

“What was that all about?” Asked Harry looking confused. He hadn’t followed the conversation.

“Nothing you can help.” Said Poppy with a sad look on her face. “Pomona, could you save me some breakfast? It appears I’m needed for damage control.”

“Sure.” Pomona gave her wife a strange look. There was something off about how Poppy looked when she followed Neville.

Like she was on her way to a bad news conversation.

“Its not fair!” Neville kicked a metal trash can. The bang resonated loudly in the greenhouse.

“It’s. Not. Fucking. Fair.” He emphasised every word with another kick.

Poppy grabbed his hands and pulled him back before he broke one of his toes, something he’d done many times before.

“No it isn’t, life isn’t fair.” She sounded stern and calming, but didn’t say anything else to calm him down.

Life was almost never fair, and sometimes it was downright cruel. No nurse could offer words of comfort when it was. No one could.

After a while Neville started to calm down, and his bottom lip began to tremble. Silent tears ran down his face. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

“You really care for them don’t you?”

“Yes. Fucking yes.” Neville’s words were interrupted by sobs here and there. “Do you know how many nights I’ve spent guarding Malfoy’s room to make sure he wouldn’t fling himself of the astronomy tower while no one was looking? Do you know how often I had to make him dittany extract because he kept tearing up his mark? Do you know how hard it was to see Harry slip away into his depression? It’s infuriating that those two can make each other happy but don’t. I want to leave something good in this world before I die, is that too much to ask for?”

“No.” Said Poppy, even though she knew better. She had seen so many people die who left nothing but broken families. She feared Neville would be no different. “No of course that’s not too much to ask. But you know you’re not responsible for their happiness, right?”

“Yes of course I know that, but I need something else to focus on. Anything better than this.” He looked down at his trembling hands.

“It’s not certain it will kill you. Miracles haven’t left the world yet.” Poppy knew she shouldn’t try to give him hope, but she hadn’t fully accepted his fate yet herself. Couldn’t accept that Neville really was going to die at twenty eight, twenty nine if he was lucky.

“I wish the miracle that is keeping me alive right now would bring them together, instead of buying me more time.”

A year had passed since Neville had been diagnosed with a rare magical autoimmune disease. He should have been dead within weeks but more than a year later he was still alive.

The trembling in his hands told him that it wouldn’t be long anymore though.

“Poppy? Why is this happening to me?” Neville sat down on the floor and held his shaking hands in front of his face. 

Poppy kneeled down next to him and clasped her hands around his shaking fingers. The slight tremble in his voice caused by suppressed tears made Poppy do something she had sworn to never do in front of a patient.

She cried. 

“I don’t know Neville. I honestly don’t know.”

After some minutes peace had returned to the great hall again, but not for long.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Asked Harry sharply. Malfoy had gotten up as soon as he’d seen him eat the last bites of his full english breakfast.

“Class preparation. I’m days behind schedule now and…”

“And you are going to add some more days to that.” Harry got up and followed Malfoy. They had agreed he would stop teaching until he had a plan for handling the upcoming case.

“I am not. You wanted a plan, well I have one. It is not failing my students over small personal matters.”

“Small personal matters!” Harry called out loudly, and he made several students turn their head. Harry got an angry glare from Malfoy and continued in a whispered but still angry tone. “Small personal matters? Malfoy your father is suing you for all you’ve got for no reason other than being an utter arsehole! That is far from a small personal matter.

“Let me be the judge of that Potter. I have given it enough thought the last three days. I know what I have to do.”

“No you don’t. You promised me we’d talk about this! This is not talking, this is declaring and expecting me to go along with it. But I won’t accept it.”

“And I am not asking you to accept it nor am I declaring anything!” They had reached the dungeon stairs now and Malfoy swiftly turned around. His whispered angry voice was much more impressive than Harry’s.

“Have you ever stopped to think that he might have more reasons for doing this, other than “being an utter arsehole”? Because I did my fair share of awful things, I can promise you that. The entire reason my parents joined Him at all was to keep me safe, to keep me out of harm’s way. I never refused or protested or rebelled against anything they wanted me to do. I bloody well nearly murdered your best friend! Part of the blame falls on me and I walked free while my father got a life sentence. It’s only fair of him to ask me to take responsibility in his trial.” Malfoy turned around again and descended the stairs.

It took Harry several seconds to let his words sink in, but when they did…

“Malfoy!” Malfoy did not respond, just kept on walking. “Malfoy!”

“Draco!” Harry ran after him while Malfoy, no, Draco, froze on the spot.

“Don’t think a “you’ve redeemed yourself over the last years” speech is going to make me change my mind. Whatever is coming will come. I’ve waited long enough for the other shoe to drop.” Harry skidded to a halt just as Draco started walking again.

“Don’t do this.” Harry tried to stop him by putting a hand on his shoulder. Draco pushed him away.

“Don’t do that. This is my choice, my past, my mistakes, my father and my case. You have nothing to do with it.”

“Yes I do.” Said Harry defiantly.

“No you do not, Potter. You walked into your forest alone, now let me walk into mine.” Harry thought he heard a small crack in Draco’s voice, but he didn’t care.

“Don’t compare this to what I had to do, that was completely different.” He had a cold edge in his voice. No one should, no one would, ever understand what it was like to willingliy walk into your own death. To learn you’ve been raised for the slaughter… Draco might be facing prison time, he wasn’t facing death.

“That was a bad metaphor and I shouldn’t have used it.” Draco regretted his words but didn’t turn around to face Harry. “You need to know I was raised for him, for my family. And though the chances of me surviving Azkaban are very slim, if this is what he wants me to do in order to pay for what I did then I’ll do it. Because I know I deserve at least part of the blame.”

Draco started walking again.

It doomed on Harry that Draco really wouldn’t change his mind if he gave him a speech. He really did believe it was fair of his father to ask him to give up his life. Draco had resigned, given up, accepted that this case, this re-trial, reliving everything, really was the other, inevitable shoe dropping.

It was his time to pay.

Well screw that. Thought Harry as he closed the gap between him and Draco. As he shoved the other man against the wall despite being smaller than him. As he pulled Draco’s tie down, hard, to level their faces for something better than any speech could be. “You stay the hell out of that forest you hear me?”

“I can’t.” Draco quickly pulled his tie loose from Harry’s hands and stood upright again. Harry’s nose was pressed into Draco’s chest as the tall man wrapped his arms around him. “But it’s nice of you think that I can.“

“It’s stupid of you to think that you can’t.” Harry’s voice sounded muffled, and suddenly Draco laughed, despite everything. Because Harry bloody Potter was talking against his chest, sounding like he cared so much, so much, about what would happen to him.

“Are you laughing at me?” Harry looked up at Draco. The torches lighting the hallway danced in his emerald eyes.

“No, I am laughing at us.”

And he bridged the last inches that still separated their faces.

And he kissed Harry like he’d never been kissed before.

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Double Standards (ch2 screw the after party)

olicity || ao3 || mature || light angst || 2389 || more fics

summary: Felicity is a young actress trying to be taken seriously in Hollywood. Oliver is her Oscar winning boyfriend. Everything is peachy keen for them… that is until their sex tape gets released
chapter word count: 1729
chapters: 2/4
a/n: there were a few requests for how they met…. so, here we go. 

chapter one: Leaked

“Great job out there.”

“Thanks,” Oliver smiled wide and shook the hand of yet another impressed colleague.

Following his Oscar win the previous year, he took home another Golden Globe for his most recent role in a dramatic film. It didn’t get as much fanfare as the first, but he wasn’t worried in the least. He was breaking into the more serious roles and it was only going to get better from there.

He picked up a glass of champagne and made his way through the party. His eyes fell on a young woman. She wore a gorgeous red dress with gold floral designs all the way up. Her hair pinned up, but still had a few loose curls that hung in her face. She was stunning to say the least. Felicity Smoak. He had never met her before that night, but she was the one that presented his award to him. She giggled nervously as she handed it to him. It was the sweetest thing.

“Ms. Smoak,” he said as he took a few steps closer.

“Oh, hello Mr. Queen,” she smiled up at him, “You can call me Felicity.”

She had this air of innocence to her. Definitely young and unjaded compared to his thirty years, a good ten of those being spent in Hollywood.

“Oliver,” he took her hand into his, “It’s a pleasure,” he kissed her hand gently.

He cranked up the charm to eleven as he lifted his hand and caught her gaze. Her eyes went wide and a blush filled her cheeks.

“Thank you,” she mumbled before taking a large gulp of her own champagne.

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My thoughts on Doctor Who S10E05: Oxygen

Holy shit I think Oxygen was the best episode of the series so far, and that’s really saying something when it has both Knock Knock and The Pilot to compete with.

Honestly, ending space capitalism? Bill accidentally being racist and trying to explain why she isn’t used to that? The Doctor realizing the suit couldn’t kill Bill? The suits giving the crew their oxygen tanks? Nardole being all controlling and The Doctor completely dismissing him even though The Doctor is the one who told Nardole to be all controlling? Nardole being angry and scolding The Doctor? All amazing. All the best. That was all so amazing. But don’t even get me started on my favorite part.

“I’m still blind.”

Shit that gave me chills where is the series gonna go from here? I don’t think The Doctor has ever been so permanently disabled like this before so how is the show gonna handle this?

God, Moffat is really going out with a bang in this series. We’re still waiting for both Michelle Gomez AND John Simm to show up, and we’re still waiting for what/whoever is in the vault (which is probably at least one of them, but I honestly don’t know).

Power Nap (Otayuri)

A/N: Yuri on Ice!!! (Otayuri, lee Yuri) -  29. “I can’t sleep…” combined with Yuri on Ice!!! (Otayuri) -  3. “Why are you so grumpy?~” by another anon! Probably the last I’ll be writing in one night of speedwriting, but I think I broke a shameful writing record … x) #happy1yearanniversarytomyblogalright.

Summary: Yuri is tired enough to be in need of a power nap, but can’t get himself to sleep peacefully. Otabek finds that tickling him is the solution: it’ll either wake him up properly so a nap won’t be necessary, or it’ll give him the final push to fall asleep and rest. Now which is it gonna be….

Word Count: 1235

“Beka… Turn the volume the fuck down.” Otabek raised his eyebrows and looked down at Yuri who lay in the corner of the couch, only a little bit away from him, curled up like a kitten.

“Say what?” he asked in a calm but low voice. Yuri only made a grunting sound and waved his hand angrily at Otabek who sat in the other corner of the couch, the remote in his hand as he watched some silly comedy show.

“Why are you so grumpy?~” he asked, earning a cushion in his face. This had been Yuri’s only support for his head, and Otabek chuckled when Yuri turned on his back, squirming uncomfortably with both his hands covering his eyes.

“Hmh tired. I can’t sleep… Beka. Turn it down,” Yuri sighed grumpily.

“You shouldn’t be able to sleep. It’s noon,” Otabek replied, but he still did as he told and turned the volume down a bit. Yuri still didn’t seem satisfied since he turned back onto his side restlessly, his knees pulling up to his chest as he curled up. Heh. Otabek wasn’t returning that cushion either.

“Mrmph. Need a power nap,” Yuri mumbled. Otabek rolled his eyes but still smiled. Yuri could easily get up and retreat to rest in bed, but he chose not to. Otabek knew he wouldn’t, since on relaxing weekend days like these Yuri refused to be in separate rooms. It was funny and cute how Yuri was being grumpy but affectionate at the same time.

“Still can’t sleep.” Yuri continued to complain, sigh and filled the room with negative energy. Otabek found himself torn between being disapproving about sleeping so early on the day, but then again he thought after such a tough week of training Yuri did earn some rest. Oh, but he knew how he could get him to sleep without tucking him into bed right away.

“You know what works better?” Otabek finally asked after a lot of uncomfortable turning and squirming from Yuri, and the sleepy guy opened one eye and looked at him with a frown. 

Otabek extended his hand and motioned he should come to his side of the couch. Yuri first sighed and closed his eyes again, ignoring him and too lazy to move, but then after a short moment he reacted. 

The Kazakh grinned when Yuri crawled closer, and he allowed the smaller teen to curl up against him. Rubbing his head against Otabek’s chest, Yuri made himself comfortable, wrapping his arms around his middle as he accepted his boyfriend’s invitation. 

Smiling, Otabek lowered his hand and rubbed Yuri’s back. He then grinned and hooked his fingers under the hem of Yuri’s sweater, lightly trailing his fingernails along his bare waistline. He could feel Yuri tense up against him and he felt warm and tingly with mischief at the thought of what he would be doing to him in three- two- one….

“Whaahahaha Bekah! Fuck no!” Yuri’s angry giggles filled the room at once. Otabek used both hands to scribble at the skin of Yuri’s waist and lower back, then slowly moved up further under his sweater to tease more of his skin.

“Otabek no!” Yuri warned before collapsing and letting his beautiful laughter loose. 

“Hahaha-how’s this waha working better!?” Ah, Otabek hoped he would ask, enjoying his own little excuse to tease his sweet sensitive boyfriend with tickles. 

“Tickling you will either wake you up completely, or make you sleepy enough to get to that power nap straight away. It will just work either way,” he said, his voice calm unlike his fingers that moved rapidly all over Yuri’s sides and back. 

“You bahahastard!” Yuri squealed and twisted, holding tightly onto him but also making desperate movements to jump out of his grip at the same time. 

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Trying New Things

When Namjoon is stressed you find a way to help him out.

Includes mommy/daddy kink, mentions of kitten kink, bondage, thigh riding, blowjob, and  general smutyness.

I do not own Namjoon (sadly) or the gif. This is a piece of fiction to add to the Namjoon smut tag :) Enjoy my filthies. 

Originally posted by bangtan-monsta

When Namjoon came in I could tell that he had a rough day. He flopped on the couch and laid his head in my lap.

“How did filming go?”

“We finished it today. I can’t wait for ARMY’s to see it.”

“If you’re so excited why do you seem so down jagi,” I asked, running my fingers through his purple locks.

“I’m just stressed out,” he sighed, pressing his face into my thigh.

“Want mommy to make it better?”

“What’s with this mommy shit?”

“Well I know you’re really stressed out and I thought I could do something to make you feel better.”

“You know I prefer being in charge kitten.”

“Yeah but wouldn’t you like to just sit back and not have to make any decisions? Let me take the reign for tonight. I know you need this,” I said, tugging lightly at his hair.

I felt him shiver as my hand traveled to the nape of his neck. He sat up to face me and bit his lip, contemplating his next words.

“Yes please…mommy.”

I grinned and kissed his lips lightly, tugging at his hair.

“Alright then strip and lay on the bed baby boy,” I whispered seductively in his ear, nibbling on the lobe.

He shivered and pulled off his sweater, exposing his muscular chest and abs. I couldn’t help but lightly run my fingers over the little dips and crevices and felt him tense slightly. I grinned knowingly and gestured for him to continue stripping. He obeyed and was soon laid out on the bed, cock resting proudly on his abdomen. I crawled up on the bed and kissed him before running my tongue down his jaw, neck, chest, and abs. I sucked and bit at his hipbones and hickeys quickly formed over them. I soothed them with my tongue before kissing over to his cock. I licked slowly from base to tip and gently sucked on the tip when I got to it. He let out a throaty moan and fisted his hands in my hair. I grabbed his hands and pinned them above his head.

“Did I say you could touch baby boy?”

He shook his head, biting his lip. I grinned mischievously and pulled the bandana from his head. I nibbled my way down his neck and felt him moan. I grinned as I tied the bandana around his wrists.

“Now, are you going to be a good boy for me?”

He nodded, still biting his lip.

“Use your words little one,” I cooed.

“Y-yes m-mommy,” he croaked.

“Good boy,” I grinned, rewarding him with more nibbles on his neck and collarbone.

He groaned as I got up and started walking towards my closet.

“Easy baby boy. I’ll be right back. I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you,” I winked as I pulled a bag out and headed for the bathroom.

I stripped quickly and found the bra and panty set I had bought earlier in the week. It was a fiery red lace cup demi bra and matching panties. I pulled them on and swiped some red lipstick over my lips before tousling my hair and then sauntered into the room. I caught Namjoon with his hands wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off.

“Tsk, tsk. And I was hoping you’d be a good boy while I was getting your surprise.”

He looked up at me and swallowed thickly, biting his lip again.

“I, uh, I…”

“You were a very naughty boy and you know what happens to naughty boys?”

He shook his head, hair flopping over the bandana. I brushed it away and leaned over him, giving him a great view of my breasts.

“They get punished,” I whispered in his ear.

He swallowed thickly as I walked over to my dresser, pulling out a silk scarf. I grabbed his tied hands and tied them to the headboard, making sure he couldn’t get out of it.

“Now be a good little boy for me and I might think about letting you cum tonight.”

His eyes widened at that and he bit his lip. I leaned down and kissed him lightly, running my tongue over his abused lip. He moaned into my mouth and tried to deepen the kiss but I pulled back and straddled his thigh. I started grinding my hips down on him and the friction from the lace rubbing against my clit was delicious. I moaned at the pleasure and leaned back slightly, playing with my nipples. I saw his cock twitch and drop another bead of precum on to his abdomen. I leaned down to kiss and lick at his neck, causing me to grind on his cock slightly.

“No cumming baby boy,” I whispered, kissing his jaw.

I saw the veins in his neck and arms straining so I stopped grinding on him and moved down the bed until I could take his cock in my mouth. I gently sucked on the tip and he bucked his hips up, trying to get me to take more. I pushed his hips back down and stopped my actions. He groaned in frustration and I just chuckled, kissing and licking from his abs to his neck and back again. I went back to grinding on his thigh and quickly came, arching my back. By this time Namjoon was red-faced and the veins in his neck and arms were prominent. I decided to relieve him and pulled my underwear off, easily sliding down his cock. We groaned in unison and I started a slow rhythm. He tried bucking up to get more friction but I easily stopped that.

“Fuck, please Y/N. Just let me cum.”

“What did you call me,” I asked, stopping my movements.

“Shit. Mommy, please let me cum,” he pouted.

“Good boy,” I praised, starting the slow pace up again.

I reached behind me and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor. I leaned forward to get a better angle and he attached those gorgeous lips to one of my nipples. I moaned in pleasure and increased the pace slightly.

“Not so tough when daddy has his lips on you, huh, kitten?”

I easily wiped the smug grin off his face by stopping my hips once more.

“One thing daddy needs to learn is that when mommy is in charge she takes what she wants and I’ve already came once today. I can leave you hanging just like this. Hot, hard, needy.”

He groaned again as I squeezed my pelvic muscles and slowly rotated my hips.


I grinned and started kissing his chest and collarbone, sucking and biting in spots until I left a few hickeys. I was on the edge of an intense orgasm so I sped my movements up and leaned back slightly, rubbing circles over my clit.

“Oh fuck. Yes, please don’t stop,” Namjoon moaned. “I’m so close. Please let me cum.”

I bounced on him harder and faster until I felt him shoot string after string of cum, coating my walls. I quickly followed him over the edge and collapsed on top of him, catching my breath.

“That was fucking hot,” he panted. “Can we do that more often?”

I chuckled and sat up to untie him, “The tying you up part or the me being in control part?”

“Either, both. Fuck I don’t know but that was the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had.”

I gently eased off him and we both hissed at the feeling.

“Let me see your wrists.”


“Aftercare babe. I don’t want you getting bruises. You were pulling on that bandana pretty fucking hard.”

He groaned as he pulled his arms to their original position in front of me. His wrists were an angry looking red and I placed gentle kisses over them, rubbing the circulation back into them.

“That feels nice,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, it does. It really feels good when you massage my ass after a spanking. God these hands of yours,” I laughed.

“They’re massive! And I have to live with them.”

“Well, I love them so…”

“Well I love you so…”

I grinned, “I love you too Namjoon. More than I ever imagined I would.”

He kissed my forehead and pulled me close, tucking me into his side.

“What about a shower?”

“We’ll get one in the morning. I’m too fucking tired to move.”

“Sorry I wore you out babe,” I chuckled, yawning slightly.

“I enjoyed every second of it.”

He kissed the top of my head and we both quickly dozed off. 

Can I just say that I love the way the crying scene in episode 7 was handled? Yuuri is feeling anxious and completely overwhelmed because his A) his final score depends on the program he’s about to perform, which determines whether or not he goes on to compete in Russia. B) His entire family is watching and expecting him to do well, and C) Victor’s career and credibility as a coach is directly tied to how well Yuuri does. Victor remembers feeling anxious as a young skater just starting out, but he’d never dealt with the stakes that Yuuri is dealing with right now. Not only does he not know why Yuuri is so anxious, he himself has no idea how to help, as a coach or just as someone who loves Yuuri.

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 5

Originally posted by collisionofdcandmarvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I’m sorry this one took so long to post, today is the last day of finals and I’M FINALLY FREE! Also, my internet was being a bitch, I can’t even open tumblr for the past few days. This one is a little bit short but I promise the next part won’t take this long :)

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Steve Rogers stood silently in front of his best friend. A million things were running inside his brain, some were not nice things. He was sad, devastated, desperate, angry and all of those emotions mixed into one. He had never been this anxious in his life and with the little control that he has, it was driving him near insanity.

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[SFW] McCree helps reader with dysphoria

“Hun are you ready? Lena and Emily just texted me from the restaurant. I don’t wanna rush you but we’re the last ones to show.”

“Yeah I know okay? I’m working on it. Jesus. Just give me five more minutes!” You winced at the harshness in your voice. “Sorry, sorry. I’m just… Struggling…” It had been over an hour in front of the bathroom mirror and you still weren’t satisfied with your appearance. McCree poked his head in to admire the view.

“Babe you look like a million bucks. Now let’s get outta here and make the ladies all hot and bothered.” His untimely insistence hit you in the worst way and you slammed the door shut. For all his good intentions, Jesse never understood what it was like to feel so uncomfortable in your own skin. But it was hard to be angry with him. The concept was so totally foreign to everyone around you it often felt like you were going insane. This isolation was difficult at the best of times.

Still, nothing compared to the physical sensations that came along with being transgender.

Your body was sending signals to a penis that didn’t exist. Each trip to the bathroom was an exercise in disappointment as you reached down and found the wrong parts. Your breasts were bound tightly with layers of compression bandages that made it difficult to breathe. Then there were the more subtle things like the way your shirt hung, skirting those too-feminine hips. It felt like sandpaper and ensured you were never at ease. Your reflection was always an issue. Though most days you avoided it, social outings forced you to grapple with what you saw. You tried to push the bones of your face into a more masculine shape, leaving red marks behind to mock you. Hell, even looking at your delicate hands was infuriating.

You’d gotten good at compensating for all your shortcomings. The combination of perfectly styled hair, old spice deodorant, and hip hop inspired fashion was enough to fool most. Maybe that’s what your problem was then. These weren’t most people. These were close friends who’d been there when you still shopped at Forever 21. They’d always have that picture of beautiful you in their head. So you pushed yourself to become the pinnacle of masculinity. It was an ideal that no man could live up to.

“Babe please open the door. I can’t help you from out here.”

Little did he know he helped you just by being the patient, caring man he was. Jesse would offer you the usual compliments and make it a point to emphasize your winning characteristics. He’d tussle with you like guys did without questioning if you were hurt. He never treated you like a fragile thing to be protected, but like an ally in battle. You were his equal, his friend, his partner in crime. In his eyes you were strong. To him, you already were everything you hoped to become. With all this in mind, you opened the door and stood tall for your man.

“I’m ready now. We can go.” McCree cupped your face in his weathered hands and kissed you with all the love in his heart.

“Alright handsome. Don’t be lookin’ at all the other fellas now. You know how possessive I am.” You smiled. This man was your lifeline and somehow you knew everything would be better tomorrow.

“I only have eyes for you, Jesse. I’d be lost without you.”

{PART 1} Betrayal // Jay Park

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary//Request: You find out you’re pregnant, and before you can tell Jay - he admits that he hasn’t been honest with you.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3: Final}

You sat stationary in the parking lot of a 7/11 about two and a half miles out of town, staring blankly at your pitiful expression in the reflection of the car windshield with something so small yet so important held between your fingers on your lap. As you waited for the egg timer on your phone to count down to 0, you couldn’t help but feel the unfamiliar feeling of absolute terror mixed with a hidden element of excitement as you said to yourself; “Am I really pregnant?

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Breathe, Y/N, breathe. You told yourself as people scurried around you and hooked you up to mics. There was a lot riding on this interview going right, your manager wanted publicity for the show, but he knew you were shit in front of a host. But you looked passed the cameras and saw Namjoon standing there, he gave you a smile and you nodded back at him. He had somehow convinced you that it was all going to be alright, so even with being only a couple weeks post-op, you sat down in front of HD cameras for an interview. The host came over and shook your hand.

Hello, Y/N, now this segment shouldn’t take too long and we are just going to ask a couple of questions. Your manager approved of them, so you should know them. Are you okay? The host spoke quietly and quickly and you simply nodded. Taking one last deep breath, you put a smile on your face. Everything is going to be okay. You said to yourself one last time and the lights went bright.

I’m here with Y/N, bestselling author and soon to be screenwriter, how are you doing today?

I’m doing great! You said enthusiastically and smiled at the host. It was strange being under all these lights and you could feel your armpits start to sweat, trying to push your anxiousness down, you continued to speak. It’s been a long time since I’ve done an interview like this. I’m used to sticking behind the scenes. You laughed a little as the host smiled.

True! You’ve only done 3 interviews on television before. Why is that? The host already caught you off guard. This wasn’t one of the approved questions. You could feel a bead of sweat roll down your spine.

Uhm, well I get incredibly camera shy. I am a pretty good writer, but I seem to go completely blank when a camera is on. You tried to laugh it off, but the host raised her eyebrows.

Ah, yea, television isn’t for everyone. She replied and it felt like a jab. You looked over and Namjoon’s face had become stern. He looked angry, but you were determined to make him proud.

Yea, you could say I’m one of those people it’s not meant for, I love being able to write and see things from behind the camera. Which is why this new drama with Jeon Jungkook will be so interesting and new to work on. It is my first series that I am writing alone. You see, I’ve helped a couple other screenwriters with scenes here and there, but I’ve never written every little part. It’s quite a rigorous process. You spouted off and looked over, Namjoon still looked angry at the host, but gave you a smile. He knew you were trying your best, but he felt as though the host was being unnecessarily harsh towards you.

You and Jungkook seem to be quite close. Anything there? The host looked almost disinterested in what you had said earlier, but when you brought up Jungkook, her eyes sparked. You felt your nerves come back.

We are just friends. Since Namjoon and I started filming We Got Married, I have gotten to know all of BTS, but since I’m writing for Jungkook, we thought it would be good for us to really get to know each other. It helps that Namjoon and I are dating, because Jungkook seems to always be around and will come over to hang out with us. The host looked a bit angry at your ability to give her an excuse for your close proximity to the idol.

So you and Namjoon are dating? She asked, but it was through gritted teeth. A part of you could see that this was the cause of the issue. Don’t you think you’re a little plain for an idol like Namjoon? She said and the entire film crew went silent. You could hear Namjoon’s chair move against the floors, but you didn’t look at him for reassurance. This wasn’t his fight. Your mind went into a small frenzy, a myriad of different bitchy comebacks, but something snapped in you.

You’re a bully. You said simply and the crew audibly gasped. I lied before about being camera shy, the main reason I don’t do interviews is for the sole purpose of people like you. The ones who will turn to someone like me and try to belittle me. You are too worried about getting a story or causing drama that you don’t seem to think about the feelings of someone else. I used to hide from cameras and the gossip because I didn’t want to get caught up in the horrible nature that you guys call entertainment. But I came on this interview today because the man I love and truly care for asked me to, and that guy is Namjoon. So if you want to spout of insecurities and tell the world stupid lies about how I’m breaking up BTS, then be my guest. But don’t think I’m going to subject myself to your horrible behavior and praise you at the end of it. You finished your sentence and stood up. Looking at the camera, you slathered on a smile and continued. I truly love Namjoon and I know it might bother some of you. I also hope that this outburst doesn’t cause you all to turn your backs on Jungkook for his first drama. Anyway, back to you guys at the main studio or however the hell you sign off on these things. I’m going home. You walked off the stage, leaving a stunned host behind.

The crew followed you as you began taking the mics off. They bowed and stepped away, but one crew member came up to you with a large smile on his face.

That was awesome! He exclaimed and you tilted your head. She’s always a bitch to her interviewees and I want to smack her, so thank you for mentally doing that today! You’re seriously badass! He high fived you and walked away. You chuckled and saw Namjoon trot up to you.

Well hello little miss feisty. He laughed and you rolled your eyes.

This is why I hate interviews. I’m not meant to be beat up in front of cameras like that. You mumbled as Namjoon pulled you into his chest.

Ah, I think you did a pretty good job fighting her off. And damn, it was hot. He said in a low voice that caused you to raise your eyebrows.

Oh really? Should we head home? You questioned and he held out his hand.

Of course. He began walking with you, but stopped abruptly. When you turned around to look at him quizzically, he said something that completely floored you. Oh and by the way, I love you too.

Blood of Passage: Part Twelve


She could feel Adrien’s eyes on her, his lips mouthed numbers, counting each freckle she had. She kept her focus on the wound rounding his side. It was so deep, nearly to his ribs. He sucked in a breath as she ran the water through it one last time. “What number are you at?” Distract him from the pain.

She looked up at him, some of the pain starting to ebb away from his eyes, the tawny color starting to return back to his features. There was still that bone deep fear for his wings.“twenty-three. There’s a total of sixty-four. On your face at least.”

She rose a brow, “Do you make it a habit of counting everything?”

His lips twitched. “Just your freckles.”

She scrunched up her nose, “That’s so sappy.” Adrien’s lips twitched.

Cyrian snorted behind them, “You are so whipped, Adrien. It’s pathetic.”

Zev nudged him, “Don’t be a dick.”

Cyrian glared at him, “if you do that again I’m taking off your arm. Then your head.”

Zev rose his brows, holding up his hands, “Sorry.”

“You boys are stupid.” She finished the bandaging. “Try not to undo my work.”

Cyrian rolled his own eyes, “People are coming. Two of them.”

Adrien struggled, trying to sit further up. “Don’t move,” she snapped. “You’ll rip open your wound again. You need to heal.”

He glared at her, “It’s Blake and that Tarus male.”

She stiffened. “The Dawn Court male?” His blood, it could save Adrien’s wings.

“Yes.” he tried to straighten again.

“Damn it, Adrien. I told you to not move!” She stood. “I’m going to go find them.” She turned to Zev. “Make sure he doesn’t move.” She looked back down at Adrien. “Don’t make me kick your ass for ruining my bandages. It wouldn’t be a fair fight.”

“Zevakyn isn’t my keeper,” Adrien muttered. “I’m coming with you.”

Zev lowered down to his haunches, meeting his eyes. “I suggest you do what the lady said, Adrien.”

Her boyfriend glared at him; she rolled her eyes. “If your idiocy is coming back, you must be healing.” She looked at Cyrian, his face impassive. “Keep guard. I’ll be back.”

He rose a brow, “Are you giving me orders?”

She rolled her eyes and walked away. She knew he’d do it. “I’ll be back.”


Zevakyn kept Adrien from moving any further. “You’ll open your wounds. Stay still until she gets back.” He could hear her footsteps getting quieter and quieter. His heart flipped. Harboring feelings for Mazakynn stressed him out.

Adrien tried getting back up, pain sliced through his face. “I need to follow her to make sure she stays okay.”

“You are in no shape to fight, Friend.” He warned, “I will force you to stay down.”

Adrien bared his teeth, “I’d like to see you try.”

“A five year old could kick your ass, Ade.” Cyrian said lightly, “But if you want to get yourself killed or completely ruin your wings, we won’t stop you,”

He sighed, “I’ll stop you.” He glared at the male, “You are not a good friend, Cyrian.”

Cyrian shrugged. “I don’t have friends.”

“No? Then what do you call you and Maze’s relationship?”

“Fuck buddies.”

Adrien growled, trying to get back up. “He was kidding, Adrien.” He wasn’t kidding and an unwelcome pang of jealousy wormed its way through him. “Stay down.” Adrien glared at him but stayed to the ground. “Focus on your breathing.” The wound at his side was deep enough, it had to hurt like hell.

Cyrian shrugged. “Was I?”

He glared at him. “You are not helping.”

“What gave it away?” Cyrian smiled down at Adrien. “If it helps it happened when you weren’t together.” he shrugged.Zev sighed, his eyes cast heavenward. Cyrian continued, “You know that thing she does with her teeth?” He smirked, “She learned that from me.”

World ending fury contorted in Adrien’s face and Zev was on top of him, holding him down; careful of his wings and wounds. “Adrien, you are going to destroy your wings beyond use. You need to wait until Tarus gets here to heal your wings before you kill him. You will die in the progress otherwise.”

Adrien growled beneath him and Zev held him down. If he wasn’t larger than him and Adrien was fully healed…he’d be dead. Very, very dead. 

He grunted, “Think. About. Your wings.”


He stiffened beneath Zevakyn. His wings. Would he be an Illyrian without them? Would he even be a male without them? He let loose a breath, trying to calm himself down. Tarus would heal his wings. They’ll be okay and then he could kill Cyrian for talking about Maze like that. All he needed was Tarus to heal them and everything will be okay.

Cyrian quirked a brow. “Right now, you’re wishing you were on top of Maze and not her idiot boyfriend, don’t you, Zevakyn?”

He tried to not react, he knew about Zev’s feelings for his girlfriend. He was a Shadowsinger after all, one of the best. It didn’t help his case with the smiles that he gave Maze but he knew that Zev wouldn’t make a move. One couldn’t help their own feelings. Still, that primal part of him that told him that Maze was his tried to worm its way through his brain. HIs own instincts irritated the fuck out of him.

Zevakyn glared up at the male, his voice a warning. “Shut up, Cyrian.”

“‘Shut up Cyrian.’” he mocked. “Got any other sage words of advice? Perhaps some pointers on how to deal with being in love with your best friend’s girl?”

He’s baiting you, Adrien, he thought. Think about your wings.

“I know that you are angry and in grief over Tania, Cyrian. But if you don’t stop, I will kill you before Adrien gets the chance.” Adrien glared up at Zevakyn, trying to get out from beneath him. If anyone was killing that prick, it was him.

“Say her name again and I will take your head off your shoulders.” He smirked, “Big words though, think you can back them up?”

Shadows formed over Zevakyn’s face. His voice was almost a whisper. “You hear about the warrior who got thrown out of his camp for slaughtering five males because killed his female? The male that can no longer step foot in that camp without forfeiting his life because one of the males he killed was the camp lord’s son? That was me, Cyrian Inferos. I will make that look like child’s play if you don’t shut up.”

Blood drained from Adrien’s face. He knew that story. A warrior found his girl dead in the woods surrounding the camp and he snapped, brutally killing each male who touched her. And one of those males was the camp lord’s son.  A viciously cruel male who made Cyrian look kind. He just didn’t realize that it was Zevakyn.

Zev got off him, his eyes giving him a firm warning to not get up; to not let his injuries get any worse. His wounds were still healing, a wrong move would rip them open. It was that fear that kept him on the ground, near defenseless, at Cyrian’s mercy. His own stupidity put him there. He would kill him without blinking.

Cyrian rose a brow, “You? That was you? So much for being such a nice guy. You’re the most brutal of us all. Well, next to me that is. Congratulations.” Adrien rolled his eyes, trying to not wince at the pain in the back of his head.

“It’s not something to be proud of. I don’t enjoy killing people,” Zevakyn said quietly. “I would have been dead for killing the Camp Lord’s son but the High Lord and his mate took pity on me for why I did it. So he stripped my ranking and sent me to your camp.”

“What was your ranking?” He asked, “why go after your girl?”

“I was ranked higher than the Camp Lord’s son. He wanted me punished for being ranked first in that camp. He went after Chelia. She wasn’t a fighter, she wasn’t able to fly even. Her wings were clipped. She was unusually kind, always picking flowers, singing songs, bandaging my wounds and scolding me for being stupid.” Zev shook his head. “They took her from me so I took their lives.” Cyrian went quiet and the only sound that could be heard was that incessant dripping.


Karis’s near-feral grin welcomed cheering from the males; Bay wasn’t surprised when six other males began to surround him. After all, his ranking and as Cassian’s ward, they thought his death would win them glory. He leveled a look at Karis, “Can’t kill the faggot yourself?”

His ear twitched as a male attacked from behind. He kicked a male in front of him  square in the chest, the sound of cracked ribs filled the space; the male fell backwards. Kicking backwards the male behind him fell to the ground. He bent backwards, narrowly missing another male’s weapon. He ducked low, striking the male next to him in the gut. He righted himself as another male behind him came at him. His elbow met the male’s stomach.

As the male doubled over he wrapped his arm around the male’s neck flinging him over his shoulder into a male that was getting ready to strike him. Another male struck with a weapon, Bay bent backwards missing the weapon which would have ended in his throat. He stomped on the male’s foot, the male lurched forward, Bay’s knee crushed the male’s nose.

A fist landed on Bay’s cheek, blood welled. Bay swung forward, his own fist connecting to the male’s mouth, breaking a few teeth. The male staggered backwards. Bodies littered around him, leaving just him and Karis and the smart males who didn’t fight him. “Let’s get this over with, Karis. I need to find my friends.”

His reaction timing was slowed as he caught his breath. Karis launched himself at him. The male’s knee sent a wave of pain through his ribs. Bay fell back a few steps before he punched forward hitting Karis in the jaw. “You needed your lackeys to wear me down before you tried to kill me.” He shook his head, “That’s pathetic.”

“You had an unfair advantage with the Commander raising you.”

“And you had parents to go home to,” Bay said. “Cassian taught you as much as he taught me. I just took it more seriously than you did.”

Karis’ eyes hardened. “You lived with him.”

“He didn’t give me an advantage over anyone else. He wanted me to earn my rank as he did. And that’s what I did.” he punched Karis in the throat; He wheezed. “I earned my rank. Just as you earned your death.” he brought his knee up to Karis’ groin. The male stumbled backwards and Bay’s foot connected with his nose, breaking it hard enough he knew the cartilage would cause internal bleeding and rupture the brain. Karis crumbled to the ground, his eyes filled with pain, blood flowed from his nose and lips.

Karis coughed up blood so dark it was near black, “Please.”

“You made my life hell since I was six years old. Stole my clothes, broke my bones, hurt my friends.” He tried to hurt Maze before she became a better fighter; Cornered him, before he bulked up enough to defend himself, and broke his arm, bruised his ribs, forcing him to have Ash heal him before Cassian found out.“Right now blood is swelling your brain as your healing tries to work in overdrive to save your hateful homophobic ass. You are basically dead already.” Better to put him out of his misery. He broke the male’s neck, Karis’ body went limp in his hands. Pure silence rang out.

He wiped the blood off him and looked at the few remaining males surrounding him. Their eyes were wide, faces were pale. A few of them had glares promising death. “Do I need to keep proving myself? Or have you realized that I earned my place?”

The males were quiet and he stared them each down, wiping the blood from his cheek, and went after Nate.


Blake stiffened, “Someone is coming.” he let loose a breath. “It’s just Maze.”

Tarus took in the small female. Her dark hair was matted down with blood and sweat, her the amber in her eyes were filled with an anger he knew all too well but they were also filled with fear and worry. “You’re from the Dawn Court, your blood isn’t magic, will you help Adrien. That’s why you’re with Blake right? To help him?”

He had a feeling that Mazakynn wasn’t prone to relying on others for help. “I know about his wings. I can’t heal those-” her eyes widened. “But I can keep the infection at bay until we get out of the mountain tomorrow. And I can close his wounds so he could walk. He’ll still be weak and in pain but he’ll live. As for his wings….I’m sorry.” He wasn’t like Aurora with pure healing blood. He has a half breed, his blood diluted due to his mixed heritage.

She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, he knew she was holding back tears. “Ezekiel got off too easy. Hopefully we can get back to Adrien before he and Cyrian try to kill each other.”


“Told you I’d be fine.”

Nate looked up, Baylor’s face was bleeding and he winced when he breathed but other than that, he appeared fine. The knot of anxiety started to unravel itself. He rose his brows. “Karis actually got a hit in? You are losing your touch.”

Baylor crossed his arms, “Six other males decided to join the fight.”

Uh huh. “I told you Karis fought dirty.”

Baylor snorted, “Well, he won’t be fighting dirty anymore. Neither will they.”

“Is it bad that I find that attractive?”

Baylor rose his brows, his ears turned red. “I-”

He shook his head, “Rendered speechless and I didn’t even have to try.”  

Baylor glared at him, clearing his throat. “Any sign of Adrien? What do your shadows say?”

Nate shook his head, “He’s nowhere near here. Blake and Tarus are closing in on him. We should be able to meet up with them in a few hours and get out of here together.”

“Right on time.”

Nate sighed, “Thank the Cauldron. Right now I’d kill for a decent meal. And for my wings to be free. But really, I’ve been tasting apples in my mouth for the past two days. I need to eat.”

They continued down the corridor, stepping over bodies.

“Are you ever not eating?”

“Sure,” Nate said. “When I’m with cute boys with messy hair and glasses. And freckles, I love freckles. Almost as much as I enjoy food.”

Baylor snorted, “Come on. We need to get you food before your stomach starts feeding on your brain. Then you’ll be as useless as you are pretty.”

Nate tipped his head back and laughed, “you’re so cute when you’re nice to me.”

He laughed despite the redness in his ears, “And when I’m not nice?”

“Considering that’s all the time,” He wrapped his arm around Baylor’s shoulder, “Hot as fuck.”


Here’s the next part! I took inspiration from a scene with Jason Statham in…Transporters I believe for the fight scene with Karis. I hope it turned out alright. Fighting scenes are hard to write. Ugh. 

If you like, please, please leave a comment XO

legally blonde AU

Okay, okay, okay, I can’t stop thinking about this AU. You should probably watch this before you read this post - believe me, you won’t regret it.

So, imagine Lance as Elle, Keith as Emmett, Nyma as Warner, Rolo as Vivienne, Zarkon as Professor Callahan, Allura as Paulette, Shiro as Kyle, Pidge as Enid, Hunk as the Delta Nus, Coran as Brooke - and so on.

Just think about this for a second. Think about Lance being all over fashion and beauty products and hygiene, and totally in love with Nyma who breaks up with him to find a more ‘’serious’’ partner. Lance is heartbroken at first, but then follows her to the Garrison to show Nyma that he can be serious for her. He struggles at the beginning, and the professors mock him and tell him that he should be a cargo pilot and drop the fighter class. But Keith is there to help him, even though they had a shaky start. They learn to respect each other and Lance finds out that there is more to this school and his dreams and everything. He starts to enjoy being in fighter class and forgets about his chase after Nyma. He spends more and more time with Keith, and they fall in love with each other. Then shit happens with ‘’Professor Zarkon’’ and Lance is about to leave the school, but Keith can convince him to stay, and Lance succeeds in mastering a very difficult mission in space. In the end, everyone gets their happy ending, and Lance ends up with Keith of course B)c

I mean - just imagine!
• Hunk supporting Lance from the beginning to the end
• Coran being all sexy??? doing his sexy workout????
• Allura totally bend and snapping Shiro
• Zarkon being the ass he is
• Pidge as an angry lesbian and sarcastic smartass
• “What does he have what you don’t have? Three balls??”
• “He’s… serious.”
• “Seriously, does he have three balls???”
• Keith being all awkward and smart and lovely and dickish at the same time
• but mostly awkward
• awkwardly giving Lance shampoo and conditioner in one as a christmas present
• Lance totally loving it 
• Keith never losing his faith in Lance
• “I’m looking like Nyma, but… it’s just me.’’
• “That’s the best part. The outside is new, but now it reflects what’s already in you. Couldn’t change that if I wanted to…’’
• ‘’…AND I DO NOT.’’
• Lance proposing to Keith in the end and Keith is just SO FRIGGIN’ HAPPY

I CAN’T, GUYS. TAKE THIS AU AWAY FROM ME, IT’S KILLING ME. There is so much more to say about it, but this post is already long enough. I wish my drawing skills were good enough to draw it, but sadly, they are not ;w;


For anon…reader is a past victor as requested. Enjoy!

Y/N glanced around the massive stage as the bright lights nearly blinded them. They had yet to do their interview. The plan was to act superior to the Games. Y/N’s first Games was the opposite, be as quiet as possible. In their Game, it was to deter the other tributes from accurately estimating their skills.

Now, Y/N had to be seen as a tough competitor. There was no way they would survive as the shy child from a lowly district when the other tributes were fellow Victors. Y/N’s repertoire would be totally different with the show host: Caesar Flickerman.

Y/N wanted to hate him. They wanted their bones to be on fire from just glancing at him. They wanted to be angry for being part of the Games a second time. On stage seemed the best time to show that rage. However, Y/N couldn’t help but to think of his perspective. He was from the Capitol, never thought to disobey. To him, the Games were a necessary part of life.

Unfortunately, the other tributes didn’t care about the man’s perspective. At the moment, Y/N wished they didn’t either. Y/N just wanted to see him as a measly tool to keep ratings up. How were they supposed to act superior if their mind was trying to understand the other side?

Y/N inwardly groaned.

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