how great are these shots though

On writing
  • Me: Oh I know I'll just write a thing for this trashy pairing haha how fun I'll just make it a straightforward one-shot shippy thing that I don't need to take seriously.
  • Me: *Writes several thousand words of set-up* okay I guess that's fine...
  • Me: *Plans layers of complicated emotional subtext* okay I guess we can have some of that *Writes several more thousand words before getting past the first real shipping scene* uhhhh okay so guess it'll be chaptered...
  • Me: *Plans entire rest of story and realises it's already out of control* goddamit me why are you like this.

anonymous asked:

do you have any victuuri model au?

Hi! I found a few here that I think you’ll enjoy!

Fashion/Model AU

Kings in Couture by slightlied, Teen, 15k (WIP)
A devil wears prada au in which victor is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri’s his new secretary, and instead of talking about his feelings, victor just sends him on a bunch of errands. I LOVE THIS FIC!!!!!!

Icicles Melt in Summer by Shadow_sensei, Teen, 7.6k (WIP)
But more to the point, Victor Nikiforov, model for the Agape shoe and accessory line and face of Stammi Vicino Menswear, is sitting in one of his chairs.

Comfort Food by youaremarvelous, Mature, 20k (WIP)
Viktor is a wildly popular male model who is in crisis over aging out of the industry. He runs into Yuuri, an international university student struggling to make friends in the big city, and decides to make him his pet project. Unfortunately, matchmaking isn’t as easy as he thought it would be—especially when he starts developing complicated feelings for his client. So cute!!

urgent need of gravity by RennieOnIceCream (Hitsugi_Zirkus), Teen, 45k (WIP)
AU in which Yuuri is a make-up artist working in a small salon when he’s suddenly invited to work for big time fashion brand Stammi Vicino right alongside its top male model, Viktor Nikiforov, and love isn’t all glitter and perfectly-winged eyeliner. Thumbs up!

Rule of Thirds by genuivity, Gen, 2.3k
Victor sent the camera a smirk, taunting, seductive, come and get me, and it hit Yuuri like a punch in the face. He clicked the camera a few more times than necessary, partly to hide his own blush but mostly because he was so caught off guard. THIS IS SO CUTE

Koi no Yokan by moimiles, Teen, 35k (WIP)
Yuuri is a somewhat known designer who dropped everything after a disastrous show. Almost a year later, he starts casting models for his new collection and world famous model Victor Nikiforov shows up, wanting to be a part of the show regardless of how much he gets paid. LOVE!

Beauty in Everything by wecarryoninmindpalaces, Gen, 5.8k (WIP)
Fashion photographer Yuuri Katsuki wakes up to find five fantastical stories from living sex symbol Victor Nikiforov confessing his love. Cute 5+1 fic!

“Eros”, inspired by Yuri Katsuki by prettypetitpanda, Mature, 1.2k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov, world renowned model and designer, meets a drunk Yuri Katsuki at a party and is inspired by his charms (and his ass). Yuri has no memory of this and is very confused why his idol suddenly showed up at his front door. Highly recommend!

Lessons in Love by rinsled05, Teen, 14k (WIP)
Viktor is a fashion designer who owns a luxury lingerie store and is in a creative rut. Yuuri is a graduate with a business degree and desperately eager to prove himself. Yuri can’t understand how the hell the two fell for each other. (Phichit totally gets it, though.) SO GOOD OMG

Just Remember by YuujinA, Teen, 3.7k
Yuri is a freelance photographer hired for a private photo taking session with the Russian model he’s been crushing on for ages. Great one shot!

The Return of the Little Piggy by SASS_QUEEN, Mature, 4.4k (WIP)
Once there was a boy named Katsuki Yuuri, who was shy, loved to make clothes, had adorable smiles and was fatter than the usual average human being. Now years later, there is now a man only known as Y.K. Fashion tyrant, multimillionaire, professional cold-stare giver. REALLY good so far!

bin-of-gayness  asked:

Another prompt, sorry I’m sending you another one but I just thought of this, Keith listening to Lance and Allura’s Allurance moment over the comms in the new defender and getting hurt and jealous because he thinks Lance is replacing him or something??

Hey so I’m not going to do exactly this prompt, but I like the idea of Keith noticing Lance and Allura growing closer, so he starts to feel sad and insecure about potentially losing what small chance he had with Lance. So here’s that!

Keith pilots his ship into the caste’s hangar with the adrenaline of their recent fight still coursing through his veins. His uneasiness over his near-death experience has been temporarily forgotten as he prepares himself to see his friends again. He knows they’re alive, but he won’t feel calm until he can see them with his own eyes. Touch them. Hear their voices without the aid of communicators.

Keith fumbles with his seat belt before he launches himself out of the ship and into the castle’s halls. He still remembers its complicated layout like he was here yesterday. His heavy footfalls clang against the metal floor. 

He reaches the armoury at the same time as the other paladins. Shirt has ripped and is almost back in his civvies. Hunk is giving Pidge a congratulatory pat on the shoulder.


But Keith is cut off by the sounds of whooping echoing through the halls. Allura jogs into the room and Lance sprints in from the other side.

“Allura!” He calls. Even underneath his helmet his brilliant smile is visible. Allura laughs and prepares herself.

Lance whips her up into his arms, spinning her around and laughing. She clings tightly to his neck and kicks out her feet.

“You did so well!” Lance slows down and starts to slowly set Allura’s feet on the ground. He continue to hold onto her waist as she removes her helmet. A few strands of hair have been loosened from her bun, but she otherwise looks perfect.

“I knew you could do it! Didn’t I say? Aren’t I always right?” Lance moves his hands to Alura’s shoulders and shakes her good naturedly. Allura laughs and reaches out remove Lance’s helmet for him. 

“Well I couldn’t have done it without you.” She smiles. Lance flushes.

“Aw nah, that was all you I promise.” He nervously rubs behind his neck.

“Even so, Lance…” Allura steps closer and passes him his helmet. Their fingers touch when Lance takes it.

“Thank you.” Allura says seriously. “For believing in me.”

Lance blinks. He’s surprised at the Princess’ gratitude, and isn’t sure how to respond. His open mouth quickly slips into an easy smile. 

“You’re amazing, Allura. I’ll never doubt you for a second.” His voice is low and intimate.

Allura’s cheeks grow dark. She forces Lance’s helmet into his grip and quickly lets go. 

“R…right well uh…” She stammers. Lance laughs and scoops her into a big hug before she can protest. Allura stiffens, then relaxes into the embrace. 

“I knew Blue chose the right person.” Lance sighs. Allura grips Lance tighter.

“My father would definitely approve of you, Lance.” She smiles and the two begin to separate. The air between them is warm.

Keith’s gut feels icy. He stares, transfixed on the spot. He can’t bring himself to emerge from the shadows.

Allura coughs. Lance casts his eyes down.

“We need to get ready…”

“Yes, the Blades of Marmara will be docking soon so…” Allura’s eyes flit sideways and she does a double take as she makes out a figure in the shadows. She jumps slightly, then relaxes when she realises who it is.


The room falls silent. Everyone’s eyes move over to where Keith hangs in the dark. His hood is still up, but his face is exposed. He holds up a weak hand in a wave.

“Uh… h…hey,” He steps into the room. Lance lights up. Keith hates how it makes his stomach flutter. 

“Keith! How long…?”

“Guys, Kolivan and Captain Olia have docked. We need to meet them in the common room in five.” Shiro announces. Everyone starts to file out of the room, except for Lance. When Keith moves past, Lance reaches out and tugs him back to his side. 

“We’ll catch up in a bit.” Lance calls. Shiro nods and continues to move out.

When the room has grown quiet, Lance turns to Keith with a beaming smile.

“Hey man! How are you?”

Keith stares at him with a skeptical glare.

“You kept me behind for that?” 

C’mon, I know as soon as we walk through these doors you’re going to get swept up in blades junk and it’s gonna be all ‘Lotor this’ and ‘Knowledge or death’ that.” Lance talks animatedly with his arms. It makes Keith smile.

“I’m fine.” He sighs.

“Yeah? We appreciated your cannon work out there. Some real nice shots.” Lance punches him in the bicep. “Though of course, I think you should leave the shooting to the best shot next time, ok?” He winks. Keith rolls his eyes with a grin.

“Sure thing. Though it looked like you had your hands full.” Keith chuckles. “Wandering into that mine field and all.”

“Hey, hey I’m just an arm now!” Lance holds up his hands defensively. “And oh man! Did you see how Allura froze them all! Man it was so easy once she…”

“She’s really great.” Keith interrupts suddenly. Lance is taken aback.

He stares at Keith’s unreadable expression. He looks calculatingly calm. Like he’s intentionally trying to look blank. 

“Hey…” Lance steps forward. “You ok?”

“Fine.” Keith sighs. Lance’s eyebrows scrunch together.

“Are you… listen if you’re jealous because Allura has cooler moves than you…”

“She doesn’t have…”

“Just come back. If you wanna be a big hero again, just come back.” Lance states. Frustration taints his words. Keith shakes his head.

“That’s not it. I’m sorry. You two….” He closes his eyes and steals himself. He relaxes into a sad smile.

“You two make a good team.” He states.

The words sink in Lance’s stomach. Keith goes to move past him, but Lance’s grip is on him again. He almost loses his sense of balance as he is yanked into a crushing embrace. Lance’s breath is warm on his ear.

“Hey,” Lance speaks quietly. His grip on Keith is bruising, but Keith doesn’t pull away. Instead his nails begin to dig into the soft body suit Lance wears underneath his armour.

“I’m your right hand man. Don’t forget that.” 

Keith nods. He doesn’t dare to open his mouth out of fear of all the confessions that may come pouring out. 

Shinee as the Mafia + How He Met You

||| Anon asked: Can I request something for shinee like the Monsta x reaction: they’d win the mafia+how they met you? Please and thank you! |||

Onew/Lee Jinki

Originally posted by dayumonew

  • Was actually working in the gang till he killed the previous leader declaring himself the boss.
  • A lot of people didn’t support him so he had to deal with them himself.
  • Even nowadays he tends to kill the ones that look even a little bit suspicious.
  • Because of that (and fear) he gained everybody’s respect.
  • Likes planing and going on the missions himself, much to his men displeasure as the gang would surely fall without him.
  • Is really good with all types of weapons but prefers not to make a mess.

He was going to kill you after you talked back to him but found your courage amusing. 

“Where did you come from? Don’t you know the rules in this gang?”

“I follow no rules.”

“Is that so?” he asked standing up from his desk and pressing his gun to your forehead.

“Are you trying to scare me? Because it’s not working.”

He fired a shot into the wall near your head. You just closed your eyes and exhaled deeply.

“How about now? Still nothing, huh? How interesting! I’m going to enjoy your company.”

Key/Kim Kibum

Originally posted by celes-tae

  • Only the most trusted members have seen his face as he works as a spy for the group.
  • He doesn’t actually hide but likes to remain in the shadows.
  • Works quickly, silently and without a trace.
  • Can infiltrate any building in 5 min or less.
  • If paid enough would also assassinate anybody, doesn’t matter who - men, women children.

 You were working as a guard for a government building he infiltrated. According to his resources you were not supposed to be there, so he when he landed through the vent on the floor he was surprised to see you there just you were. He quickly grabbed your arm before you could take your gun out and slammed you against the wall.

“Now you’re going to listen to me and not make a single sound or I would have to kill you, that would be unfortunate though seeing how pretty you are, so do you understand?” he asked and you nodded quickly.

“Great.” he smiled. “Considering you work here you must have all the key cards to access guarded areas, right?” he searched your body.

“Everything is accessed by identifying the fingerprints.” you told him.

“Really now? Then I guess we are going to spend some more quality time together.”

Kim Jonghyun

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

  • Unwillingly works as an assassin for the gang.
  • That’s because he would rather make the people disappear than kill them but as he’s the best shot in the whole gang the leader often asks him to care of business.
  • Talking about disappearing he’s the one you should come to. 
  • The people he dealt with would either end up in prison, be sold on the black market or end up in unknown, deserted places in less than 24 hours.
  • Tends to put on a serious face while on the job but is actually horrible at controlling his emotions which gets him in trouble most of the time.

He met you by accident when he was disposing of a body in a forest you were jogging. You just froze in your tracks out of fear and disbelief.

“Who the fuck goes jogging in these types of forests at this hour?” he thought. Seeing as you were just standing there and not running away he wondered what to do with you. He didn’t want to kill you and he was not afraid if you reported him to the police as most them were bribed. So he just took the body and dumped it in the hole, hoping you will take off. He didn’t expect to see you armed with a stick when he looked up. He just barely avoided your hit.

“Whoa, missy. Calm down.” but you were already swinging the stick in all directions. Annoyed he tried to pull it out of your hand which made you lose your balance and for him to fall on top of you.

“Well this is rather unfortunate for you.” he smirked but when he saw how sacred you were he just got back on his feet, picked you up and threw you into the backseat of his car.

“Maybe Minho will give me some advice on what to do with you.”

Choi Minho

Originally posted by itsonewday

  • Right hand of the boss and sometimes even more reliable than him as he their leader tends to be reckless.
  • Doesn’t take shit from anyone.
  • Has a really short temper if you get him angry. 
  • Even though that happens rarely he just whips out his gun and kills whoever annoyed him on the spot.
  • Takes care of the gangs documents, finances, resources and such.
  • Likes to plan everything carefully before taking action.

You had nothing to do with the mafia as he often met you in the park, where he came to relax from the stress and tension in work. You would always sit at the same bench at the same time reading (he later calculated everything, so he would be able to see you whenever he came to the park). You could often feel his stare and whenever you looked up he would quickly avert his eyes. After a few weeks of staring you decided to talk to him changing your position every single day to get close to him. When one day you came and he was not there you were quite disappointed. Suddenly strong hands grabbed you and made you sit on the bench. His face was inches from yours and he looked angry.

“Are you trying to seduce me or something to get some info? What’s the deal with you?”

“I, I-” you started.

“You what?” he shouted.

“I just wanted to talk to you that’s all.” you said trembling. Only now did he realized how stupid and suspicious of everything he his.

“Oh fuck, you don’t know anything about me, do you? I’m sorry for scaring you. Could I treat you to coffee or something as an excuse?”

Lee Taemin

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

  • His job is to gather information. 
  • As much as he enjoys torturing it out of someone he would often use other means to get it.
  • Is actually a really good thief and manages to snatch the things he needs without trouble.
  • He also learned from Kibum to sneak in and out without being noticed but that doesn’t always work as he needs more practice.
  • Dances his way out of trouble when the need arises
  • Likes small weapons like scalpels and such because they let him inflict more direct and precise pain.

He was about to steal your purse (just for fun) when you unexpectedly turned around and saw what he was going. You gave him a big slap and ran away asking for help. Not wanting to draw any attention to himself he quickly caught up with you and pushed you into an alley. He slammed his hand on the wall near your face, securing you in place.

“Look lady, I didn’t actually want your bag. You were even not supposed to see me but now that you know how I look, it might get dangerous.”

“Please, take whatever you want, just don’t kill me.”

“Whatever I want, huh? Then I guess I will take you.” he said knocking you out and throwing you over his shoulder before you could protest.

A/N: Woah this got longer than expected!! I laughed a lot at my own jokes while writing this, their are not even that funny, their are not even a lot of them here, I think I need more sleep 😂 Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups both male and female!! 😃

I’m only going to say this once:  If you don’t like a writer’s style, don’t read them.  It’s that simple.  

Look, tastes vary, I get it.  But virtually all writers have their quirks.  Their particular tendencies of word usage, sentence structure, even punctuation, that make their writing distinct.  It’s why prolific readers can often identify a writer from a single passage taken completely out of context.  If a given writer’s habits annoy you, put the book down and walk away.  There is no need to go all over social media trashing the writer.  Just say, “You know, I don’t like that particular use of that word/phrase, so maybe I shouldn’t read this anymore.”

Posting all over Facebook, Tumblr, Twitter, etc., about how Sarah J Maas overuses a phrase, needs a new editor, etc., etc., complete with screen shots, is not only not productive, it could be very hurtful should she see it.  If you can’t be content that she writes a crackling story with complex, varied characters that go through personal journeys and overcome depression, abuse, PTSD, and sexual trauma, all in highly realistic ways though in a fantasy setting, then just don’t read her work.  I can’t recall any writers who don’t use certain words or writing techniques over and over again.  Tolkien, Lewis, Austen - all time great writers - all did it.  Anne Bishop, George R.R. Martin, Maria Snyder, Victoria Aveyard, Leigh Bardugo all do it too.  You are not Maas’ friend or editor.  You are not providing “constructive criticism.”  If you are not a professional writer yourself, you have no pedestal from which to look down on her.  You are entitled to your opinion, sure, but when you splash it all over the internet repeatedly, all you are doing is trying to make yourself feel superior at the expense of an author who pours her heart into her work and gives us two huge, complex, beautiful novels a year.  Discuss, debate, agree with her decisions re: characters, disagree with those decisions, that is all fair game, but respect her as a writer and a human being.


I love that Keith came to comfort Allura, and especially how soft his voice was when he did.

(Honestly, this episode reminded me so much of Voltron Force’s “Crossed Signals” but in reverse for Keith and Allura.)

anonymous asked:

what do u think about the actual clothes that dan chose tho?? I think it was a good mix of funny + ridiculous + different aesthetics but I would’ve loved some more clothes that actually looked good on him and didn’t make me cringe x10000

YES DEAR GOD. i will give u a full rundown of my thoughts on each outfit. 

  • the fuckin black ripped jeans: amazing, divine, brilliant, showstopping, etc. it’s AMAZING to see phil in jeans that fit him so well, his normal ones have a bit of give to them and can sometimes look a little baggy on his tiny legs. 
  • phil as a member of 83 piløTs: NO. hard no. what the fuck. the grey shirt was like … okay . the color worked, it fit his chest nicely, i couldve done with it being a standard silhouette rather than that longer length and so tight at the bottom, but i’ll give it a pass, whatever. the vans were actually great and fit his normal aesthetic and i dug the red color. but the beanie was So Bad and seeing all of those pieces together ……. no. he looked like he was a wannabe 16-year-old making a severely misguided attempt to hold onto his fading youth and i was dying from cringing
  • rose-core sensitive bad boy: good. i like the jacket a fuck ton. i like the jeans. the shirt w the jacket is a bit trash bc it’s so long but w/e i can deal. the hat sucks. why is it white. it makes no sense w this outfit. no no no no no 
  • fluffy coat: i love it bc i will never be over phil snuggling it up to his face and making puppy eyes at dan like … kill me? and i feel like phil would love to lounge in this and wrap dan up in it maybe or just drape it over both of them when theyre chilling on the sofa and im gonna cry now
  • bird shirt: as i said before, i rly liked this weirdly??????? ? wtf???? probs bc phil in all black, and again in sizes that fit him more snugly and accentuate his shape so well made my heart literally stop. he’s so fucking fine?????? and the bird wing fringe kinda works in a cool way, i’m into it. good shit. 
  • lumberjack dad: gross. i mean we are all blessed to witness the artwork that is phil’s arms so i can’t be too mad at this but also … i can … it’s the worst. sleeveless COLLARED shirts make no fucking sense at all, the flannel is horrible, the color is horrible, the jeans are horrible bc the color sucks and theyre way too big on him ……. nO
  • pearlescent hoodie: it’s way too light on him, and ugly kinda generally so …… another no … why dont people (and dan) understand that this man’s color schemes are dark/bold/jewel toned, not this milky, washed out pastel shit. i said it when this vid idea first came out and im still saying it … yall needed to go DARK and u DIDNT (i blame dan entirely tho) 
  • THAT suit: ok this is what i mean. aside from the obvious about how horrific this outfit is, this COLOR works so well with phil’s skin tone!!!!!!!!! bc it’s BOLD and JEWEL PINK ok, like it complements that pale ass alabaster, and this is what we needed more of and also damn i am not complaining about the cut in general, his legs are looking fine, and im still laughing so hard about the fact that it was so small he needed to physically hide his modesty
  • the camo dungarees: nope nope nope, didnt work for me, i hate dungaree shorts first of all, i hate camo second of all, and put both of them together esp not in a slim cut, but w those baggy wide legs instead … fuck that. i cannot believe dan thought this looked cool im going to legitly fight him. the color overall is not bad though. 
  • sushi underwear: 39420394234/10. best looks. dan bought phil underwear that is funny and cute and that phil would def actually like and wear and if youre not fucked up about this yet what are u doing in life
  • The Cheese: obvi amazing and great? artistic? beautiful? no im not just saying this bc the cheese dress gave us unprecedented thigh views and a shot of phil showing dan his ass?? 
  • phil as the definitely sufficiently beautiful newest member of BTS: not feeling it for the reasons listed above about pastel colors on phil’s skin tone. the white jeans could be good, maybe, if paired w smth dark on top but the yellow and white together??? nah. i like that this is the only outfit he seemed moderately comfortable in though, and how supportive and excited dan was about it 
  • 2004 punk rock glam: errrrrrrrrrr. gonna go w fashion diva!dan on this one and agree that this would probs look good on nobody ..? the baseball tee style doesnt work very well, it kind of takes away from the cute art on the shirt (like if this was just a regular black tee w that art, it’d be p nice?) and also those pants …. pass. not Horrible, just A Lot
  • metallic green envelope: i mean. do i even need to bother aahahha (but this one genuinely made me laugh a lot i loved how visceral phil’s reactions were and how dan just couldnt fight that urge to rub the material so vigorously) 

so ya overall i rly thought almost nothing in this vid worked on phil which i suspect was dan’s objective w what he selected (like going for the feel of PJ’s fashion videos .. if you havent seen those, watch them omg.)  as i wrote in some tags i kind of felt a lot of secondhand embarrassment when i was watching this bc phil looked soooooooo uncomfortable in a lot of these outfits? and fair enough–whether it was too small or revealing in ways he wouldnt normally go for or geared at teenagers rather than a 30-year-old man or jst overall unflattering, a lot of these outfits just didnt work for him and thats exACTLY why 1. i rly appreciated how dan completely ditched his snarky dark prince of sarcasm attitude to just uninhibitedly voice support and enthusiasm for phil with every single outfit, like he was out there truly being phil’s biggest fan and encouraging him to be less shy and just lighten up a little bit and he was making phil laugh the whole time and like … i die??? but also 2. i rly appreciated that phil made this video at all, knowing it would probs take him out of his comfort zone in this way. sdjfsdfsdflksdf it was jst such an important video on so many levels idk if ill ever be able to stop talking about it 

Here ya go, Spooks! One dead child and a fallen zombie human.

Your comic is really great and your art is just so good. You are really talented and kind, even though I headcanon that you were the one who shot the child and pushed them down the hole.

Hahaha, stay determined I guess and keep doing the things you love! =)


@sweet-sin-namon Oh no, these are really good! Really digging your style and how you handled the colors.Thank you so so much for the awesome drawing and the really nice message, friend!

Riverdale Masterlist.

Here are all of my Riverdale fan fictions that I’ve written so far! (Except Into The Black because that one is on a permanent hiatus and I don’t want anyone getting attached to it since I can’t guarantee I’ll ever finish it.) They’re all Bughead except for one Archeryl, but here you go. :)

08/01 Update: I’ve now added summaries to all of them so you guys can know what you’re signing up for! The only ones without summaries are any prompts that I’ve gotten, but the titles are pretty self explanatory. :) 

To B.C. I Still Love You (COMPLETE):

Writing a novel on their failed love was supposed to make him move on. It didn’t.
Now she’s back and he’s never felt more lost.

Chapter One  Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten

Wicked Games (COMPLETE):

She’s the world’s most famous supermodel.
This comes with a stalker who proves to be more dangerous than she ever imagined and a 24-hour bodyguard who’s as serious as he is handsome.

In a world where she no longer feels safe, Betty Cooper fights to get her life back and discovers all the things she had been missing along the way.

Chapter One  Chapter Two  Chapter Three  Chapter Four  Chapter Five  Chapter Six  Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight  Chapter Nine  Chapter Ten  Chapter Eleven  Chapter Twelve  Chapter Thirteen  Chapter Fourteen  Chapter Fifteen  Chapter Sixteen  Chapter Seventeen - Epilogue

the night’s on fire (WIP):

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three

Soulmate Verse: 

People spend their whole lives waiting until the day they can see the world in color; the day they finally meet their soulmate. Sometimes it takes years, decades, nearly lifetimes until you meet that one special person.

Unless, of course, you’re Betty Cooper and Jughead Jones who have both seen the world in color since they met each other when they were two years old. Everyone always says that they’re so lucky to have met when they were so young, that they have their whole lives to be together and in love. There’s just one teeny tiny problem.

Betty and Jughead hate each other.

Your Eyes Look Like Coming Home

I Dare You To Move

Mini Series:

this crown of thorns - Bughead [MARVEL AU.]

She never knew Jughead Jones. She would never know the man in that video, happy and carefree amidst all the death and war around them.

She knew Winter; a man who was fearless, feared. A man who was quiet and cold, almost a statue of a human being. She knew a man with enough demons and monsters to echo her own. She knew a man that stayed up all night, thoughts plagued with nightmares of deaths he wished he could forget. She didn’t know the war hero, she knew the asset; the man who brought war with him. She loved Winter. She didn’t love Jughead.

Part One. 



Please, Please, Just Talk To Me - Angst Prompt


Jughead Introduces Betty To His Foster Family

Archie Lashes Out at Betty and Jughead 

Betty Gets Shot Instead of Fred

One Shots:

Roll The Dice -  Bughead

“So what’s your plan?” Veronica asks, raising an eyebrow. “Fake date someone so you can learn how to be a good girlfriend for him?”

Betty looks at her in wonder. “Actually… actually that’s a great idea, V.”

or Betty is oblivious, Jughead pines, Veronica spills the tea, and Reggie finds his One True Bro™.

In Her Eyes, There’s No Lies - Archeryl 

After 1x13 Archie’s feeling a little lost. He’s not the only one though and he finds comfort (and a little more) in the one person who knows exactly how he feels.

tell me a lie - Bughead

Jughead Jones has loved Betty Cooper since they were fourteen years old. So how the hell does he end up as a guest at her wedding to another man?

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I have a model MC with RFA+Saeran+V? Thank you very much in advance! :)

Hope you like it!^^

RFA + Saeran and V with a model MC


  • Guess who made it to the hottest celebrity couple’s list this year?
  • At first, he doesn’t really enjoy the sexy photo shoots you eventually do, but he won’t judge or get possessive.
  • Because he tries to be understanding of you career as much as you understand his.
  • Plus, he loooooves the attention you two get. He reads social media comments about how people can’t help but imagining you two fucking… which… arouses him more than he would admit to you or to himself.
  • It’s so great when you go with him to his premieres, and he’s always on the first row of your fashion shows, and there’s so much buzz all over the media because of that.
  • That photo shoot you two did together almost got banned for being too sexy, the chemistry was too obvious and everybody could tell you two definitely had sex after it was over.
  • Sometimes, the attention bother you two a little, which makes the private and reserved moments more special.
  • In moments like this, you two go to your family’s house, or just hop on his bike and leave to his secret place.
  • You two take a lot of selfies, but just the closest ones have the right to see such exclusive pictures.


  • Well, he did not see that coming…
  • Poor boy gets even more insecure, why would someone so talented, beautiful and relevant date him?
  • He getting all self conscious only boost your need to show your affection in public. People will know you’re taken by him, and nobody can say shit about it.
  • And most of the time, it works, he’s looking at all these guys envying him, and he won’t lie, it’s a great feeling.
  • But media can be really mean saying you’re dating a minor or weird shit like that, and there goes all the confidence you’ve been trying so hard to build up on him.
  • So you take him to your photo shoots, introduce him to everybody you work with. Designers, photographers, editors, everybody! Just to show them you’re dead serious about this relationship.
  • One day, you took him to one of your fashion shows, you even managed to make him meet you backstage.
  • All the other models l o v e him, he’s so sweet and devoted to you, and it’s cute how he is trying not to look at them so you won’t get mad.
  • They are all around him as if he is a puppy, and you keep telling them to go easy on him, are you jealous? He won’t deny he kinda likes it.
  • Next day, there is a photo of boy Yoosung being pampered by all those gorgeous models all over the news
  • No need to say it would take a lot to make his confidence go down after that.


  • She’s legitimately proud for all of your accomplishments.
  • Also, she loves how you don’t let fame get the best of you, you manage to keep sweet, humble and it’s nothing like a diva.
  • Of course sometimes she’s a little insecure, what someone like you could even see on a dull owner of a coffee shop?
  • But just a little affection in public and some public statements from you about her on interviews, and she forgets her insecurities.
  • She helps with everything she can, she cooks for you, trains with you (she taught you some judo stuff) and makes sure nobody bothers you when you’re resting before a major campaign or fashion show.
  • Seriously, she basically manages you better than your own manager.
  • You’re constantly bringing her along in your gigs, and she’s legitimately honored to be surrounded by so many talented and inventive people.
  • People you work with really like her because she always offer coffee to them, courtesy of her coffee shop, of course.
  • And they always manage to pay her back, giving her hair products, make-up, designer clothes, everything that fascinates her about your world.
  • She often gets shy because of all the attention she usually gets through you, and sometimes she has to excuse herself from all of this.
  • But she felt so proud when you got a GLAAD Award for being such an LGBTQ icon on the fashion industry.
  • Which you two celebrated by yourselves, on her coffee shop.


  • The elegant stride, the perfect posture, the look in your eyes… you felt very familiar to him at first.
  • Then he remembered, you modeled for one of his company products! You did such a great job, and you were so professional and hardworking.
  • His father noticed that too and made a move on you during break, that’s why he remembers so vividly, oh god…
  • Apologizes one hundred times and makes his father apologize too, which flusters you, because you were completely fine with this before.
  • He doesn’t like seeing you just in underwear on billboards all over town, but he would hate to see you act unprofessionally and not doing a gig just because your boyfriend told you so.
  • But he will introduce you to all the most renowned photographers and designers to get you to the more high artistic fashion, think less Calvin Klein ads and more Vogue Japan editorials. (shhh, don’t tell him some of them can be really sexy too)
  • When you two get tired of the spotlight, he plans a trip to one of his private beaches (Yes, one of)
  • And will sue any magazine who gets exclusive shots of your little vacation
  • Talking about another power couple. He doesn’t really like the attention, but he can’t hold back a soft smile whenever he hears things like “just imagine their kids”, because he’s definitely imagining.


  • When he hacked into your phone and saw you through the CCTV, he fell off his chair in shock
  • You’re… you’re that girl from the car show! The one who convinced him to take one of his babies
  • He wasn’t really fond of the idea of getting that particular car, but you managed to convince him with strong arguments about the car’s features and maybe with your sweet smile.
  • So yeah, he’s pretty much a fan now he knows your name and where to find your portfolio.
  • When you two get together, he doesn’t really enjoy the idea of seeing you in car shows like a product that comes along with the cars
  • So he does what he did to Zen, a Tripterbot to spam pictures of you so you can get better gigs.
  • Which slowly starts to work, as you’re getting more job offers for photo shoots and even some fashion shows.
  • Even with the whole agency thing being over, he’s still not confident to be seen in public with you
  • So he starts to wear masks and paper bags when you start getting famous, and people think your boyfriend is trying to make public statement or he’s a mysterious dj or something like this, which only helps increasing your popularity.
  • He feels like a proud mom when you get to be spokesperson for a famous car brand. You’ve come a loooong way since being an accessory at car shows.


  • You weren’t a big deal when he led you to Rika’s apartment, so he thought you would still be suitable according to all his research
  • And let’s say he really wanted to take a pretty face to paradise when RFA would get finally destroyed…
  • But as he got to know you, he noticed you were so much more than a pretty face, you were actually a very smart lady starting a business with hair products under your name
  • When you get together, he takes as his personal mission to help you with your business and make you a big deal in this industry.
  • Congratulations! You got a boyfriend who works as your social media analyst, he knows exactly what you should post to get attention from model agencies and customers to your business.
  • He feels really weird and flustered though all the process of taking pictures of you, but deep down he loves to help you and you both know that
  • When it comes to your relationship, he’s obviously not comfortable about being seen in public, so yeah… he keeps it at a low profile
  • The media just knows you’re taken thanks to a mysterious tattoo you have on your nape, and there are all the speculations about your boyfriend being that famous singer who last music video had you as a feature, or a politician, maybe someone from the royal British family? You never confirm or deny, so the buzz keeps going and boosting likes on your Instagram.
  • Another move your social media analyst made sure to pull it off.


  • Match made in heaven
  • It’s just… perfect! He wants to be the photographer of every one of your photo shoots
  • And when is not possible, he makes sure to get you to work with someone he trusts that will do a good job.
  • Of course he’s very professional and won’t mind you sharing the camera lens with another model
  • It’s not because he’s your boyfriend, but he’s genuinely your favorite photographer to work with, you love how he’s able to capture so many different nuances from you, you can be sexy, you can be high-fashion or very pure and ethereal with just a few clicks from him.
  • But he’s modest and says it’s all your doing, he’s just capturing what it’s in front of his eyes.
  • He also always have the best shots of you in fashion shows, well, not only you, but of all the other models. The media, however, always points out how your pictures are obviously being taken by someone who’s in love with you.
  • Both of you think it’s cheesy, but… it is kinda true, actually.
  • Again, power couple. You’re so respected on your work fields. If separated, you two are great, together you are able to make it look it’s magic.
  • However, you’re both very discreet. But he’s planning a book of random pictures he took of you when you weren’t modeling (though it looks like you were)
Go Wild - Sirius Black x Reader (smut)

1. What about a sirius black one shot based on the song “there’s nothing holding me back ” by shawn mendes?
2. Okay, so.. do you know that thing JKR said about how Lupin has large genitalia because he’s a werewolf?… I just thought, what if Sirius had an extremely talented tongue because he’s a dog?… I’d really like a fanfic for that… thank you!
3. sitting on sirius’ lap and he gets a BONER
Warnings: So, guys, my inspiration, and imagination have run out… so, um, this isn’t as great as I wanted it to be but, oh well. Also, my English and smutty. It’s not all the way, though. [Lyrics in Italic]. Image/Gif aren’t mine/Credits to their original owners.
Word Count ≈1.7k

I wanna follow where she goes/I think about her and she knows it/I wanna let her take control/‘Cause everytime that she gets close/She pulls me in enough to keep me guessing/And maybe I should stop and start confessing

You were playing this game with Sirius. You were always keeping him on his toes; you flirted with him shamelessly, you sassed him and messed with his ego. Someone had to do it. He was hitting on every girl but you knew that he never really liked it when he actually got them. He liked the chase. He enjoyed the flirting and the game. So, that was exactly what you did. Played his game. On your terms.
And it seemed to work because his cheesy pickup lines were all towards you. He had stopped sleeping around. He actually had one girl on his mind, as Remus had told you. You were good friends with Remus; you were friends before you developed a crush on his friend. It was only natural. He was gorgeous and he knew it, he was smart, witty and sarcastic while at the same time he was an amazing friend to Remus-as all of them- and he was a kind soul, caring and… well, something about his eyes. They were honest and trustworthy. You had it bad for the ‘bad-boy’. You knew he wasn’t the ‘bad-boy’ he liked to think he was. You knew about his so-called family. Remus had trusted you with that information and of course, you weren’t going to say a thing.
Whenever you two spotted each other in the room, you felt like he was the magnet and you were the metal. Like, now. You were in the common room, talking to Lily, who was in the middle of a crisis about James. She liked him but she didn’t want to admit it. He waltzed over to you and plopped down next to you with an arm around your shoulders.
You arched an eyebrow in question. His eyes were so stormy and so dark. Darker than their usual gray. Like he was provoking you to do something.
“Do you have a map cause I got lost in your eyes” he said seductively. You leaned closer, your eyes drifting from his to his full and perfectly shaped mouth and back.
“No, but you do… Pads” you softly whispered, your breath falling hot on his lips, making him want to drag you all the way to his room and kiss the hell out of you. And his imagination didn’t stop there. He knew that you knew just as you knew that he was aware that you knew. He wasn’t surprised that you knew about the Marauders Map-you were friends with Remus. He was surprised though at his body reaction when you called him by his nickname. Like you had control over him. And boy, did he like that.

She says that she’s never afraid/Just picture everybody naked/She really doesn’t like to wait/Not really into hesitation/Pulls me in enough to keep me guessing/And maybe I should stop and start confessing

“I lost my teddy bear, will you sleep with me?” he continued like nothing had just happened. You were aware of all the stares you had gained. Lily was smirking along with James, Remus was smiling to himself-he knew this was bound to happen since you both held feelings for each other- and Peter was just feeling uncomfortable. You, on the other hand, didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Actually, you had to admit to yourself, you liked this but you wanted more. You wanted him and even though the chase was fun and the playful remarks were nice, you wanted him on a different level.
“Sure” you simply answered, throwing him off. He gasped at your response, not being able to think. He blinked several times as they all did. You held back the urge to laugh and batted your eyelashes too innocent to mean it.  It was your time to make a move; your time to be the predator; your time to let him know how you felt and what you wanted.
“I want to taste something sweet…could I taste your lips?” you asked him, nonchalantly. He choked on his breath. Lily glared at you-she would have to say yes to James now. You had this bet-if you were ever revealed your feeling to Sirius, she would have to go out with James.
You stood up for a bit, tilting your head to the left, thinking if this was a clever idea. If it ended badly, you wouldn’t dare to talk to him again but what if?
You sat down on his lap, a shy but sexy smile slowly making its way to your lips. His arms were instantly wrapped around your waist and he rested his head in the crook of your neck. Your back was pressed against his toned torso and you could feel every single muscle- and they were plenty. His scent was intoxicating; smoke, sugar and sin. That boy was the death of you. You didn’t know but he was already too drunk on you and your ways.
You were shifting and moving to make yourself comfortable but you stopped abruptly when you felt… it.

Oh, I’ve been shaking/I love it when you go crazy/You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there’s nothing holding me back/You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions/Baby, there’s nothing holding me back/There’s nothing holding me back/There’s nothing holding me back

He got a boner. Sirius Orion Black. The famous Casanova. You felt him going hard and you heard him whining so softly that it was almost inaudible. He had a reputation to uphold but he couldn’t care less; he needed you and he made sure to tell you.
“What are you doing there, love?” he husked. His voice was low and deep and Merlin, the things you wanted to do to that man.
“Just making myself comfortable, love” you answered him like you had no idea what he was talking about. He didn’t buy it and he arched his eyebrow. You arched your body slightly.
“I love it when I catch you looking at me and you bite your lip” you purred. All innocence was gone. And you didn’t want it back. You wanted him. Now. He actually whined again.
“I don’t do one-night stands, Siri. I want the whole thing” you said deadly serious (no pun intended). He squeezed your waist as his mouth was too close to your neck.
“Glad we are on the same page” he cooed. You stood up and grabbed his hand. You ignored all the looks your friends gave you as you were making your way to his dorm.

'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far/I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright/If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark/I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright/'Cause if we lost our minds and we took it way too far/I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright/If you were by my side and we stumbled in the dark/I know we’d be alright, I know we would be alright

The moment you were inside his room, your clothes were off and you were trapped beneath him. Not that you didn’t want to be trapped there. His hands began roaming your body. He gently caressed the soft skin of your breasts, as you arched into him. He cupped you firmly, his thumb running over your nipple causing a low moan to escape your mouth. He slowly worked his talented mouth down your stomach, leaving open-mouthed kisses and moving on to your core. You could only watch him as he smirked when he saw how wet you were. Gulping I watched him moved down my form until he was facing my…my womanhood. You were so overwhelmed with feelings and sensations that you didn’t even notice the whimpers escaping your lips.
“Oh, doll” he praised you but you could see that he was in hard place himself.  His fingers brushed against your clit and you jolted out with pleasure, sending shivers down your spine. Seeing you like that Sirius felt like he had never felt before. He had plenty of experiences before you but none of them really matter-all of them faded from his mind as he carved your image to his mind. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the moment his tongue touched you… you gasped and tried to contain yourself. Needless to say, you couldn’t stop panting. He was so talented that your back arched off of the bed. He was taking his time because well, he was a tease but he also loved you in that state, moaning and begging for more.
He moved his hands to your hips, keeping them apart and leaving bruises as his tongue drew designs of all kinds onto your clit. A cry tore from your lips as his mouth covered your and he took in all your juices. He was the biggest and worst of your mistakes, but for him, you would walk through hell. He was sin; and you loved it. He made those thoughts go away as he brought his skillful fingers back to your heat, separating your lips gently. You closed your eyes, a loud moan leaving-again.
Once you felt his fingers inside you, your mouth formed an open shape. Your whimpers rose when he pulled his fingers out before pushing them inside again and twisting them. He was hitting harder and harder your sweet spot and you couldn’t help but moan and whimper and scream. With his tongue on your clit, his teeth tugging it occasionally and his fingers pumping in and out of you, you came harder than you had ever experienced. And he gladly licked you clean. You opened your eyes and watched him with awe as he licked his lips with his tongue. You wanted more of him, more of… everything.
“So sweet and so spicy, doll” he praised you and Merlin… the things he was doing to you.
“Let me return the favor, love” you said, suddenly regaining your confidence and grabbing him by his shoulders as you crashed your lips to his into a passionate kiss. Once you broke apart, you flipped him over. You were in control now.
And boy it was going to be one hell of a night.

tags: @starsepot @kapolisradomthoughts

anonymous asked:

Don't know if requests are open but it's worth a shot? I've admired your blog a lot lately, it's great! <3 what about the bros s/o left behind in Insomia even though they were skeptical about an attack but stayed anyways and how do they find eachother again? Hope you have a nice day ;v;

Thank you so much! I do hope to keep impressing you! I really love writing these kind, because you get to focus on the reactions, which I also seem to make dramatic. Lol

Tried doing something a little more different this time.



No matter what, Noctis couldn’t believe it, his father, his home gone. He wanted you to come on this road trip, but you instead declined, wishing to stay home and assist his Father, as the future Princess of the Lucian people, you needed to be seen more often. Besides you stated you wanted to bond with your future father in law, and wanted Noctis to enjoy his boy’s trip and the next time that the two of you would be together would be your wedding day in Altissia.

Noctis could still feel the soft kiss against his lips, as you bid him farewell with a bright smile, wearing the beautiful dress he had picked out for you, an early wedding present. He remembered you often stating that you never knew what to wear to these kinds of things, you were just a commoner in love with a Prince.

“Are you sure?” Noctis asked once again as you followed him to the bottom of the stairs, flanked by your Lady in waiting.

You smiled softly, “Go have fun with the boys, I’ll see you soon, and when we get home, we’ll celebrate.”

Yet now the Prince had no home to return to, no family, no you. He kept ringing your phone hoping to get ahold of you, yet the first time it went to your voicemail. By the tenth time that he had listened to your voicemail message, he had realized that he was doing it simply to hear your voice one last time.

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So it looks like the announcement of the upcoming Metroid games has reignited the old “Samus vs. Master Chief” argument on some of the forums I frequent.

I stand by my opinion that you can’t really make a meaningful comparison, because - superficial similarities notwithstanding - the two characters operate under completely different genre rules. Asking whether a military FPS protagonist would beat a puzzle-platformer protagonist is roughly as sensible as asking whether Lara Croft would beat Pac-Man - there’s just no applicable standard for comparison.

However, it’s gotten me to thinking: if you did pick a genre to run the matchup in, how would they operate in each other’s respective milieux?

Samus Aran in an FPS is pretty obvious: she’d be one of those super-old-school bosses with a couple of bullshit special moves and about a billion hit points. The challenge would be less in the execution and more in minimising your ammo usage in the level leading up to her, because she’s such an obnoxious bullet sponge that unless you dump every ammo pack in the whole goddamn stage into her, you’re going to run out of bullets halfway through the fight and be reduced to trying to melee something that can one-shot you from clear across the arena.

The part I’m getting stuck on is Master Chief as a puzzle-platformer boss. Ironically, a puzzle-platformer context doesn’t require you to play fast and loose with the characters’ relative fragility, since puzzle-platformer bosses are often less about DPS and more about going to great lengths to set up situations where it’s possible to shoot them in the first place. I just can’t picture how it would actually work while staying in keeping with Master Chief’s idiom, though. I have an inkling that vehicles would be involved, but nothing beyond that.

Any ideas?

Plunging Neckline - Corey Graves

Prompt: #96 “ It’s kinda hard to focus when your boobs are staring me in the face.”

“We are about to watch this intense match up between Natalya and Charlotte, and we are joined here today by the lovely, (y/n).” Tom Phillips announced while looking over at you with a smile. “How are you tonight, (y/n),”

“I’m doing great. How are you?” you said, acting extra nice with a grin on your face. You had glanced over at Corey, though, who looked back at you with an intense stare and a small smirk. Although Tom was the one looked flattered.

“Well, I’m doing prett-” Tom started.

“She doesn’t care how you’re doing, Tom. She was clearly talking to me,” Corey cut in, causing you to smile.

“No, Graves. I was talking to Tom.” you said with a little extra attitude while rolling your eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Even though he was your boyfriend, you still loved to mess with him. You’re a heel, after all. He should be expecting it at this point.

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Request: “Yo may I request an imagine? Newt x reader, where newt is too shy to ask reader out, but Theseus is like some secret matchmaker and often creates ‘situations’ between the both of them and newt is forced into a deal where Theseus won’t stop until newt asks reader out 😂 oh well this sounded a lot better in my head :) also brotherly, playful Theseus sounds nice”

Word Count: 2,271

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @myrtus-amongst-the-stars but also tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @fangirlingandcrying @ly–canthrope @benniesgalaxy @thosefantasticbeast2

Though he’d never admit it, you frustrate the hell out of Newt. You frustrate the hell out of him with your clumsiness when you drop a week’s worth of work. You frustrate the hell out of him with the way you wander into the fields, untraceable, for hours at a time to play with the diricrawls. But most of all, you frustrate the hell out of him because you had to go and be so damn lovable.

Newt doesn’t know how to approach you now. Anytime he says something, it’s a quiet stumbling of words that don’t make much sense. You used to be the one dropping vials everywhere, but now that’s him, one slipping between his fingers anytime you lean just a little to close and accidentally brush his arm. When he tries to focus on research, all he can imagine is the face you’d make and the joke you’d have lined up.

And it frustrates him to no end. How in the hell did he end up like this?
It’s not like you’re the first girl he’s ever felt this way for. There was Leta, so long ago. A picture in a frame now, but once a girl with the most beautiful smile and a way of captivating Newt like no one else. Yet with her, he’d been confident, honest from the start. It’s different with you. He doesn’t know what to say, how to act. It’s like he’s a stuttering sixteen-year-old on a first date except he hasn’t even managed to make it that far. He doesn’t know how to ask you on a date, for Merlin’s sake.

So when he shows up at the hotel room the two of you are currently renting in Nebraska and a surprise visitor appears to be in the middle of an interesting conversation with you, he’s immediately tense.

“I didn’t know you would be here.”

“Newt!” Theseus shouts, standing from his chair to cross the room and pull his little brother into a hug. “It’s been so long since you last stopped by. I thought I should come check on my little brother.”

Newt extricates himself from the hug and steps around Theseus. “Terribly sorry, but I’m a bit busy.”

“Too busy for your older brother? Nonsense. I’ve come all this way to see you, you can’t turn me out at the door.”

Newt putters around the room, straightening things, eyes darting to you, asking a silent question.

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He turns you on?

Requested: no but I saw this video and my soul left my body sooo

Summary: You’re slightly buzzed at a club celebrating a good mission, and you start flirting with Sam. Bucky doesn’t like that. 

Pairing: Bucky x fem reader

Warnings: Lots o’ fuckin, and swearing, dom!Bucky, Kinda shitty

A/N: More fics/imagines here. I’m just taking what Seb said in the video and I’m gonna throw that in as dialogue where it makes sense. Also this sucks. -Hannah xo

Originally posted by winterdorito

The team was on the quinjet after a tough battle that lasted for almost two months. You and Bucky had been fighting all over the last two months and weren’t on speaking terms. You couldn’t agree on anything and it hindered both of your focus and fighting ability. So both you and the team agreed to be separated from each other.

You couldn’t deny you fought better but it was only because of your pent up anger and aggression from your unresolved issues, but the trip on the way home was even worse for the both of you. 

When either of you came within at least 100 feet of each other it would end in screaming and having to be pulled from the room by Steve or Natasha. You were less than an 30 minutes away from the compound and everyone was getting ready to land.

“Great job everyone, it was long and hard but in the end we all did a great job.” Steve said at the front of the room before Bucky piped up. “Well. At least some of us did.” He said as he shot you a look. “Well at least I don’t need modified appendages to be able to fight.” You mumbled under your breath.

He sent daggers your way obviously hearing what you didn’t want him to hear. “Okay…well. We’re landing at the compound soon so everyone should strap in and be prepared for descending.” Steve announced quickly, splitting through the tension in the room.

After the quinjet landed it was a dead sprint race between you and Bucky to see who got to the shower first. Neither of you wanted to fight for it and you didn’t want to talk to each other either. You ended up there first and slammed the door in his face. You took a second before sliding down the bathroom door and breaking out into heavy sobs.

Bucky stood there after the door slammed and just laid his forehead against the door. It wasn’t long before he heard your sobs, his heart broke at the thought of you crying for things he caused and was about to knock before stopping and just walking away. He knew that as much as the two of you needed to talk and apologize, you both needed time after the mission.

By the time night struck the entire team was ready to go out and have a good time after such a hard mission. Fortunately we all had time to rest up and clean up before heading out to a small local club.

Everyone was gathered around a table in an area that was roped off, courtesy of Tony. You had a simple satin shirt on with an eyelash lace detail on the top, white jeans, and black heels and even though it was casual the imprint of you couldn’t be removed from Bucky’s mind. Bucky, on the other hand, was wearing dark wash jeans and a dark blue shirt that was buttoned down further than how it should have been. And just like him, the imprint of him couldn’t be removed from your mind.

“To a great mission, and an even better night.” Tony said as he raised a glass. The team followed in suit before downing various shots and drinks.

As the team downed drink after drink you felt yourself start to relax and ignore the part of your mind fixated on Bucky and your arguments. You were about 3 shots in when Sam started talking your ear off. 

“You killed it on that mission. Like seriously have you been working out more often?” Sam said before following it with a drink. “I mean, I have been, but I didn’t think it was enough to have that drastic of a change.” You blushed before taking another drink from the beer you had in your hand.

He kept running his hand down your arm and the two of you were laughing at almost anything either of you said. Bucky downed his 3rd shot and was on his 2nd beer only feeling slightly tipsy being the super solider he is when he saw Sam and yourself getting slightly touchier than he wanted. 

“Hey, I think birdbrain is trying to get with your lady.” Tony said from behind him. Bucky only grunted in response starting to feel angrier than any argument between the two of you had ever made him. 

“Okay, pretty lady. You need to loosen up. Let’s dance.” Sam yelled over the music as he placed his hand on the small of your back and led you to the dance floor of the club. You had your arms draped over his shoulder and his hands were on your hips. The two of you dancing to the music. “Damn, metal arm is lucky.” He said as you moved your body to the music.

Bucky was turned towards the bar ordering another drink when he turned around to scan the club floor for you. He didn’t see you where you just were until his eyes traveled to you and Sam on the dance floor. He gritted his teeth before turning to the bartender. “Forget the drink.” 

At this point in the night although the drinks were about worn off you’ve forgotten about your issues with Bucky and we’re enjoying your time with Sam. A new song just started before you suddenly don’t feel Sam’s hands on your hips. You turned around and Sam was on the ground and Bucky was hovering over him. 

“Stay the fuck away from Y/N.” He turned to you with fires in his eyes. “We. Are. Going.” He said enunciating each individual word before grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the club. He hailed a cab and the ride home was oddly long and eerily silent. Even the cab driver could feel the sexual tension between the two of you. 

When you arrived back at the compound you turned to him after walking in the door. “Bucky I-” He snapped around to look you dead in the eyes and cut you off before you could finish your sentence. “Save it.” He said before slamming the door shut shaking the entire compound.

“In our room. Now. I’ll be in in 3 minutes. If you’re not naked you will regret every decision you’ve made tonight.” He spit fire with every word and all you could do was nod before turning on your heel to speed walk down the hall knowing he’ll be right behind you. 

By the time you got to your room you were down to your jeans and your bra after leaving various clothing items along the hall. You threw off your jeans and started pulling on your bra when you heard footsteps unbelievably close to the room. The door swung open and Bucky stood there with his shirt unbuttoned. “Did I say bra and panties?” you stopped fiddling with your bra and looked at him with pleading innocent eyes. “No, but it got stu-” 

“Excuses won’t change the fact you aren’t naked.” He made his way over to you and hooked a finger under you chin before kissing you. “You’re mine tonight. Understood?” You nodded as he picked you up and sat you on the bed.

“Hands and knees, printesa.” You climbed up on the bed and he followed you pulling off your bra and panties in the process before running a finger over your slit. “Was it Sam that made you this wet?” You shook your head no. “I asked you a question.” You swallowed hard. “No, he didn’t. It was all you.”

He landed a hand on your bare ass and you gasped. “He turns you on?” he questioned before landing another smack on your ass. Rubbing your pussy with the other, metal, hand. “No, he doesn’t. You. Only you do.” You whined out between the slight sting of his hand on your ass and his fingers rubbing you. “Good.” He said before flipping you on your back and removing his hands to pull off his already undone button up and his belt. Tossing them both to the side. 

“Tell me, printesa. What do you want most right now? And where?” He whispered in your ear while hovering over you sending chills down your spine. “I need you, inside me. Please.” You begged before he started undoing his jeans. He groaned. “God, you’re so irresistable you know that.” 

He kicked his jeans off onto the floor followed by his boxers. He rubbed the head of his cock up your slit before pushing into you in a quick but gentle motion. You gasped and let out a small whimper as he started moving. He moaned into your ear and he moved in and out of you. “Please go faster, holy hell. Please.” You groaned as he sped up his motions.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” he grunted out over your increasingly louder moans. “Yes, Sergeant.” When he heard you call him Sergeant his hips snapped quickly into yours with force making you scream out at the sudden change in speed and force. “Y/N, you’re just letting me take you and you’re already so fucking good. I’m so damn close.” He reached up and grabbed onto your breast pinching the nipple as pleasure radiated from your pussy and your chest. You reached up and grabbed onto his hair pulling slightly as he continued his hard thrusts while leaving large hickies all around your neck and chest.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered into his ear, close to your orgasam. “Oh fuck, go ahead printesa.” You felt yourself tighten around him before he twitched inside of you and let his load deep inside of you. 

He pulled out and laid next to you for a second. “Stay there, love.” He said before grabbing a towel from the bathroom cleaning up the mess he just made. His demeanor was much softer now that his aggression filled mind was at ease knowing you’re his.

He laid back down and although hot and sweaty pulled you into his chest. “ You know, what happened on the mission was dumb. I just didn’t want to listen to you be all professional and super hero-y especially because you were the head undercover. You’re my soft little girlfriend. Like yes the world may see you as unstoppable and badass, and you are unstoppable and badass. But I couldn’t stand to think of you getting hurt or worse.” He whispered while playing with my hair and rubbing small circles with his thumb on my back.

“There isn’t a day I won’t ever forgive you, Buck.” You smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before curling up into his side and drifting off. “Y/N?” He whispered. “Yes?” You opened one eye to look up at him. “I love you, and stay away from Sam” you chuckled before curling back up. “I love you too, and if it means sex like that then maybe I might just have to.” You felt his chest move and he silently laughed to himself before drifting off next to you.

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Request: If you could would you be able to do a tom Glynn-Carney one next?x


“Come on Y/N, you have to go! You can’t let me go by myself!” Your best friend exclaimed, pouting as she stood in front of you. She was trying to convince you to go to a little get together at her friends house, but you really didn’t feel like going.

“You’ll have tons of other friends there! You don’t need me to go.” You exclaimed, batting away a shirt she had thrown at you. You loved your best friend, really you did, but sometimes she drove you absolutely bonkers.

“But there’s gonna be so many cute boys! Come on, you haven’t met any guys since you broke up with that dick Chris. Don’t you want to get out there again?” Rolling your eyes, you ignored the plead in her tone.

“No, I’m quite fine being single thank you very much.” You told her, heading towards your desk to pick out a book to read.

“My brothers gonna be there.” She spoke, bring out the card that she knew would win you over. You immediately froze mid grab, pivoting to face her again.

“Tom will be there?” You questioned, voice a little fainter than usual. You hadn’t seen the blonde boy in a couple of months, he had been filming for the new Christopher Nolan film Dunkirk. You’d had a crush on the older boy for a few years now, but you thought you’d hid it well. Coughing to clear your throat, you quickly composed yourself. “I um, why would I care if Tom’s there?”

“Oh please Y/N.” Your best friend groaned, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “I know you have a crush on my big brother, it’s pretty obvious.” When you opened your mouth to protest, she quickly cut you off. “Oh don’t deny it. I don’t really care that you do. In fact, I think he likes you too.”

“Now that’s ridiculous.” You told her, staring at her like she was crazy. For one, Tom was two years older than you; and two, he’d probably only ever see you as his little sisters best friend. There was no way that he’d like you.

“No, really. Every time I talked to him while he was off filming, he would ask how you were. Every single time. Doesn’t that tell you something?” When you still were looking at her dubiously, she sighed. “Oh please Y/N, please just come with me. If you hate it, you can leave, I promise!”

“Oh fine.” You finally gave in, heading towards your closet.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you.” Your best friend exclaimed, hugging you tightly.

Two hours later found you and your best friend walking towards the back yard of her friends house. The music was already loud, and you could hear people screaming as they jumped into the pool.

“You know, maybe I should head back. There’s an awful lot of people I don’t know, I think I’d just rather read a book and relax.” You spoke a little while later as your best friend handed you a drink.

“Absolutely not! You’ve only been here 10 minutes. Just relax will you?” She exclaimed, glaring slightly at you.


“Y/N?” A familiar voice called, sending butterflies to your stomach. Looking to your left you saw Tom Glynn-Carney walking towards you with a massive grin on his face. “Blimey, its great to see you.” He spoke once he was in front of you, pulling you into a bear hug. He lifted you briefly off the ground, before setting you down and pulling back. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been great!” You answered with a bright smile, running a nervous hand through your hair. “How have you been Mr. Hot shot actor?” You teased, smiling wider as he laughed.

“I’ve been brilliant, though I have missed home a lot. And the people in it.” He said, pointedly looking at you.

“Oh, erm, we’ve all missed you too.” You replied, scratching the back of your neck awkwardly. He was chuckling slightly at you, a fond look in his eyes.

“Bloody hell, its like I’m not even here when you two are around one another!” Your best friend suddenly exclaimed, making Tom and you jump in surprise. “I’m gonna go find someone who will appreciate my company.”

“Just ignore her, that’s what I always do.” You joked, the two of you laughing as you watched her walk away.

“So, I heard you and that bloke Chris broke up.” Tom spoke once the two of you calmed down, and you just nodded in response. “Have you started seeing anyone else?”

“Nah, I’m giving the single life a try for now.” You shrugged, struggling with the urge to tell him you’d happily be in a relationship with him if he asked.

“Good, that’s really good to know.” Tom murmured under his breath.

When the sun was beginning to set that night, you were still talking to Tom, the two of you completely oblivious to every one around you. A couple people had come up to him throughout the day to talk to him, but he would always keep you at his side.

The two of you were standing over by the pool, when Tom suddenly got a mischievous look to his face.

“What?” You asked, but moments later your question was answered as he pushed you right into the pool. Completely stunned, you barely had time to grasp what had happened when a second splash sounded right next you.

“Tom! Seriously?” You cried once your head broke the surface of the water, glaring at the boy who had jumped in right behind you. “You couldn’t of at least let me change?”

“But where’s the fun in that?” He grinned, splashing water in your face. Still frowning, you swam towards the stairs to get out.

Before you could, arms were wrapping around you and pressing your back against the pool siding. You glanced up at Tom in shock, heart racing at your close proximity.

“Aw I’m sorry love. Don’t be mad at me.” Tom spoke, sending you his famous puppy dog eyes. Melting into his arms, you found yourself suddenly unable to speak. Tom immediately noticed this, a smirk quickly taking over his grin. “What’s the matter Y/N, cat got your tongue?”

“Oh shut up.” You told him, slightly annoyed at his teasing tone. His eyebrows rose up on his forehead, a challenging look taking over his face.

“Why don’t you make me?” He whispered huskily, face moving towards yours slowly. Breath catching in your throat, you stared at him nervously.

“You er, you’ve gotten much more.. confident since the last time I saw you.” You blurted out, watching as his eyes grew darker.

“That’s because I know what I want now, and I’m not giving up without a fight.” Your eyes widened at the tone in his voice, a wave of tingles sliding down your back. Tom’s eyes grew amused then, his voice lightening. “A little birdie told me this morning that you have a crush on me.”

“W-what?!” You cried out in alarm, mouth gaping and cheeks flaring with a crimson blush. “I don’t- I’m not- I-” You trailed off weakly when Tom continued to stare at you with amusement. “Who bloody told you?” You asked defeatedly, eyes completely avoiding his.

“My sister.” He said simply, making your left eye twitch in irritation. You were suddenly sending mental threats towards your best friend, beyond annoyed.

“That little-” Any other words you were about to say were cut off as Tom’s lips crashed onto yours. A soft gasp escaped your lips in shock, but Tom pulled you closer to him as he continued to kiss you.

Finally realizing that this was actually happening, you kissed him back with all the hidden feelings you had for him. He was smiling into the kiss, hands fisting into your long hair as he pressed you into the side of the pool.

When the need for air made itself aware to the two of you, you both pulled back and heaved in deep breaths. Tom didn’t let go of you, instead he bent down and leaned his forehead against yours.

“Wow.” You whispered, thumb reaching up to trace your bottom lip in awe.

“I guess it’s a good thing I like you too.” Tom grinned smugly, before attacking your lips once again.

“Oi! You two knock it off! You’re still my brother and best friend, I don’t want to see that.”

anonymous asked:

Danny has great reflexes, when you DON'T warn him. Throw him a balloon filled with whip cream without telling him- no better dodge. Warn him about a shot coming at him- you've sighed the rest of his death warrant. JUST DON'T WARN HIM and he'll be fine. Takes a while for the league to learn that though.

Omfg they would be a nervous wreck. And probably be stunned at how he dogged wonderfully without being warned. Truth be told, I feel like Batman would find out first. But who do you guys think would find out first?